Nothing could disturb Martha's good spirits. Not even a call from Steve who practically begged to come over and see her. Martha had managed to miss his calls so far. She told him in a friendly but firm voice that she had decided it would not be wise for them to continue their affair. She was sure he would understand.
She did not stay on the line long enough to find out if he understood or not. Her mind was on other things… on plans for a wild and wonderful weekend. Frank was taking his team out of town for the weekend. Martha would be alone for two whole days. And wonder of wonders, Donny had sprained his ankle, not enough to really bother him, but enough to keep him out of the weekend's activities.
Martha was looking forward to a wonderful two days of… gardening! She had special plans for the boy whose cock she had sucked to such wild pulsing distraction!
Donny arrived before ten on Saturday morning. He looked just as excited as Martha felt.
"I'm glad you could make it, Donny." She experienced a brief return of her old shyness with the boy. He looked so and eager and handsome. It awed her to think that it was she who had sucked this beautiful cock!
"So am I, Mrs. Roy. My mom was going to make me stay home. She said I should be giving my ankle a rest. I told her I'd be on my knees most of the time anyway. A little exercise would be good for it."
Martha trembled to think how close she had come to being robbed of her illicit desires by a concerned mother. She did not think she would have been able to stand the disappointment if Donny had been unable to come. "How's your ankle feeling now, Donny?"
His eyes twinkled mischievously. Martha had never seen the impish side of the boy. She liked it. "It's pretty good, Mrs. Roy. In fact, it probably wouldn't have been bothering me at all if I hadn't decided there were some things in life more important than football."
Despite herself, Martha blushed. The boy had as much as told her that he had faked the injury to be with her during her husband's absence. She was flattered. Her cunt pulsed at the thought that his eagerness matched her own.
She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. It seemed silly to have any pretences between them now. They were both very clear about what they wanted. It remained only to set the stage and take their pleasure from each other.
The blonde undressed herself first. While Donny sat on the edge of the bed watching her, she slipped off her blouse and shorts. Her eyes watched him as she reached back to unfasten her bra. His mouth hung open expectantly. When she flung the garment aside and rubbed her hands roughly over her round tits, he licked his lips and swallowed hard. Martha grinned and reached for her panties.
"How do you like me so far, Donny honey?"
His voice emerged thin and broken. "Oh… oh I like you fine, Mrs. Roy! You're beautiful!" The boy could scarcely believe it was really happening to him. A sexy older woman was doing a striptease for his eyes only! Just looking at her big tits and her pink nipples made his cock swell painfully inside his jeans.
Much as he liked looking at her tits, Donny's first priority was getting a look at Mrs. Roy's pussy. He knew she was watching for his reaction as she slipped her panties slowly down over her hips. At first he could see only a few kinky strands of blonde hair. Then her whole pussy-patch was exposed to his gaze. Donny could even see a tip of pink flesh peeking out at him when she rotated her hips. He realized that must be her clitoris. And if he could see it that easily, she must be awfully excited!
He looked up and met her gaze. He knew she was waiting to hear from him. "Your pussy's beautiful, Mrs. Roy! You must be awful excited! I can see your clitoris!"
His naive observation made new moisture surge from Martha's pussy-lips. She was getting a charge out of exposing herself in front of the boy. She enjoyed every moment of his awestruck stares. Wantonly she ran her hands over her full tits, her smooth belly, her rough pussy-triangle. "I am excited, Donny! Awful excited!"
She could see the distinct outlines of his cock straining against his jeans. She knelt naked before him and helped him out of his shirt and then out of his pants. It amused her that Donny moved almost like an automaton. He seemed unable to fathom the fact that a naked woman was actually taking off his clothes!
She grabbed his cock. "Mmmmm… so hard. I think it's even harder this time than it was last time!" She got him to lie full length on the bed while she knelt over him. Though she was eager far the moment when she would feel his virgin cock surge up into her cunt, she wanted to make the seduction something special for him. She wanted him to be so ready, he would not know what hit him when he first felt his hard cock surrounded with wet heated cunt-flesh.
As he was no longer a newcomer to the jays of cocksucking, she felt she could be a little rougher with him, a little more raw in her responses. She swirled her tongue round and round the inflated tip of his cock. Each groan she drove from the boy's throat set up an amusing tingle in the depths of her greedy cunt. She made a little game for herself out of seeing how wanton she could get him to sound. She got her best response out of the moment when she slid her lips all the way down to the base of his cock. She gave him not an instant to get used to her dramatic onslaught. With rhythmic haste, she moved her head up and down, up and down. The rubbery cock swelled in her mouth. She wanted him as hard as she could get him when he shoved his cock into her pussy!
Already the boy was being hypnotized by the feverish pace the older woman had established over his cock. He had closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the wiles of her hungry mouth. He had been hoping that today Mrs. Roy would let him screw her. His well-laid plans flew out the window. If this was what Mrs. Roy wanted to do, it was fine with him. Screwing could wait! Everything could wait!
But Martha had only been teasing the boy, getting him ready for the most important performance of his young life! When she thought he was ready… when her eager twat was trickling juices down along the insides of her… she rolled over onto her back beside him and took hold of his rigid cock. "Oh Donny… I'm so excited, honey… this is what I want! I want your big cock up inside my pussy!"
It took the teenager a minute to recover from the stupor he had drifted into under the effects of her mouth on his cock. He felt a jolt of fear shoot through him at the thought that the moment he had so long dreamed about was up-on him! He realized he had no idea how to go about it! He had read lots of books, but reading did not seem much help in a situation like his. With a naked panting woman stretched out next to hint the last thing Donny could do was try to remember what he had read in some book!
Yet determination has a way of muddling through. He managed to get onto his knees. He was stopped short by the spectacle of the beautiful woman lying there so close to him. He had to touch her!
His trembling fingers reached for the pink tips on her heaving white breasts. Her rubbery nipples managed to shoot electric sparks through his body. He was astounded by the contrast between her hard nipples and her so-soft breasts. "Wow… you sure are something…" He started to reach for her pussy, then halted. An unknown hairy creature possessed by dark passions and limitless responses. He would have felt safer with a hand grenade.
Martha smiled at his dilemma. His anxiety reminded her vividly of how new all this was for the blond boy. She saw the experience through his eyes and found herself experiencing the same eager awe. "Touch me, Donny… touch my pussy!"
He obeyed blindly at once. She parted her thighs to let him touch her down in the wet parts. She was very wet down there. Another sure sign of her arousal. He felt his cock sway with instinctual hunger. His cock knew better than his brain what to do with that steaming longing hole!
"Oh Donny. Your hand feels so good! I want you so bad, honey! I want your cock up inside my pussy!"
"… I want it too, Mrs. Roy!" Donny realized his desire was too intense to let fear stand in his way. He straddled awkwardly the woman's smooth writhing hips. He balanced himself on one elbow and grabbed hold of his cock. He was intensely aware of her naked clit rubbing against him as he guided his cock-head down into her slit.
She spread her thighs as wide as she could get them and swiveled her hips upward. Her aim was true. His cock slipped into her cunt. The energy of her movement ensured that she did not stop until his cock was buried to the hilt in clinging hot pussy.
"Uuuhh… Christ!" Donny had never used such strong language before. It slipped out of him. What he was feeling demanded strong language.
"Aaaaiiiieeeeee… oooooohhhh, Donnnnnyy-y!" Martha was ecstatic. Just the thought that she was being filled with cock turned the woman into a quavering mass of excitement. His cock was hard and long. It created a delicious tension on the sensitized walls of her pussy. The sensation was a match for her fantasy. Donny's cock made taunting reality put of a lewd dream.
He felt her wrap her legs around his back, and suddenly Donny was no longer a confused boy. Instinct told him what to do next and he did it. He had a wet pussy begging his cock for pleasure. He had a hard cock that was eager for the experience her cunt could give him. They were a perfect match. He devoted all his youthful energy to the satisfaction of her moist clinging desires.
A tense erotic smile remained permanently fixed on Martha's features as the boy worked his cock in and out of her cunt. She was impressed with how quickly the boy was learning to use the talents with which nature had endowed him. There did not seem to be much left for her to do but to lie back, grip his ass-cheeks and help him plough his cock into her waiting pussy over and over again.
"Uuuhh…" Each time her cunt spasmed around his cock, Donny feared he would lose his load to her greedy hole. But after weathering the shock a few times, he gained confidence. He learned that he was in charge. He could work his cock as hard or as easily as he liked. He could thrust it into hot deep, or tease her with a half-slide. No matter what he did, she moaned and shimmied and made him feel like the best lover since Don Juan.
Donny felt like nothing could stop him. Being on top of Mrs. Roy with his cock in her cunt was better than playing in the Rose Bowl! Donny knew he was on his way. Thanks to Mrs. Roy, becoming a man was as easy for him as doing what came naturally. She made him believe in his instincts. The hot grip of her cunt on his cock made him believe in himself.
Martha was proud of the boy, of how well he was facing his initiation into manhood. Though she knew the pleasure was intense for him, still he kept up his end with unflagging enthusiasm. When she could see his face getting tense with the strain of holding back, she felt him change his tempo. The boy was learning about his rhythms. He was learning how to control himself to please her.
She stroked his face and pulled his mouth down onto hers. They kissed hungrily, then he buried his face in her neck while his hard buttocks labored over her. "Ooooo… Donny, oh… you're such a wonderful lover, honey! I love the way you do it to me! Screw me, Donny! Screw meeeee!"
Language like that was as much of a challenge to the boy's control as was the hot grasp of her cunt. His chest swelled with pride at the thought that a beautiful older woman was begging him to screw her. He did his best to meet her expectations. As his passion grew more torrid, he forgot about changing rhythms, pacing himself. It felt so good just to shove it into her hard, again, again, again!
"Uuuuuuhhh… oh Donny, ooohhhh… you're making me cummmmmm!"
He could scarcely believe his ears! His hard cock was driving an orgasm from Mrs. Roy's well lubricated cunt! He could feel her pussy gripping him tighter. The heat from her cunt grew intense. Too intense for an excited boy to resist!
"Yi-i-i! Me too, Mrs. Roy! I'm cumming, too!"
She smiled and kissed him and held him close. Her cunt eagerly sucked up his hot juices… Martha had never felt so pleased with herself or with a lover. It was so good to have his wet juices flooding her cunt!
"Mmmm, lover… you're so good to mee!"
The boy kissed the excited woman and stroked her. For the first time, he felt like he was totally in charge. It was a great thing for his ego, to have a mewling woman in his arms, a woman he had just squirted full of his cum. The thought of what he had just done made him eager to do it again.
Yet he realized there was time. They had the whole day ahead of them. He'd take just a little while longer to let his cock recuperate from the most sensational feeling in the world. The sated memory of wet pussy!