Martha had every confidence that the boy could get his cock up again. It did not occur to her that her needing pussy would be frustrated in its perverted hungers.
Steve proved worthy of her confidence.
By the time she had coaxed the boy out of his clothes, his cock was already beginning to swell once again. She took him into her bedroom and made him lie down on the bed. Still in her negligee, she kneeled over him running her hands up and down over his hard young muscles. From time to tine, she gave his cock a quick squeeze. It thrilled her to watch it sway and grow.
With a sense of wonder, she recalled the day she had visited the school gym. She remembered admiring the boy's lean well-developed body. It had never occurred to her then that she would one day get to touch that body! That she would have a bellyful of the boy's plentiful thick cum!
"You know, Steve… It's hard to believe how much knowing you has changed my life. Not in the big things. I still spend my days cooking and cleaning house, but the way I feel about myself, everything is so much different…"
"You always looked beautiful to other people, Mrs. Roy. Now I think you're looking beautiful to yourself too." He reached under her negligee and stroked the round flaring cheeks of her ass. His hand slipped into the cleft in between. It found her cunt. The fleshy, hair-fringed gash was sopping wet. "Wow… Mrs. Roy! You sure have a wet pussy!"
"Mmm Steve honey… Your hand feels good!" She churned her pussy back against his bold probing fingers. She knew Steve was right about her. She was feeling beautiful. Being made love to by a handsome teenager was making a new woman of her. A wanton full-blooded creature of lust and longings! She could hardly wait to feel the boy's big cock up inside her cunt for the first time! She had no qualms about seizing the pleasure from the moment and reveling in it. Her body, her soul had gone too long without the things she really craved.
It had made her whole being come alive to see the way Steve looked at her when he arrived at the house. The hot cum she had sucked from his balls had only fed her depraved hungers. It had whetted her appetite for more pleasure. She was determined to get it.
She planted kisses all over his belly, coming back again and again to the swollen shaft of his cock. Each time her lips paid homage to his cock, the shaft throbbed upward. Martha giggled with delight at the effect she was having on him.
Her cunt was leaking moisture down along her thighs. It was demanding attention. Wantonly, Martha took the boy's rigid cock-shaft in her hand and held it upright. She straddled Steve's thighs, poising her pussy right over the tip of his cock. With a wanton shimmy of her hips, she slid her cunt all the way down onto the teenager's impaling cock.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhh!" she wailed. Right away she started to move over him. The first filling sensation was so intense she had no choice but to start working to repeat the jolts of flaming passion that wrenched her every nerve-ending. She moved jerkily, swiveling her ass upward, then slamming her cunt down hard to swallow his cock-shaft whole. A leering grin distorted her face as she reveled in her abandoned joy. "Oooohhh God-d-d… I feel soooo wonderful!"
It was a thrill for the boy to watch her. He reached up and parted the folds of her negligee so he could watch her tits bouncing as she moved. Her nipples were hard and swollen. He squeezed them, relishing their aroused stiffness. She squealed in delight at his touch.
The kinky triangle of her pussy moved in erotic up-and-down motions over his cock. When Steve reached to part the thick hair of her cunt, he could catch sight of her clitoris. It was pink and hard-swollen with lust. Impulsively, the boy grazed it with his fingertips.
It was the right thing to do!
"Ooooooohhh… oh Steve! Oh honey! Mmmm, make my clittie feel good like that!" As she squirmed over the hard cock of the boy who was one of her husband's football proteges, Martha found it hard to believe that a few days before, she had been a grouchy, unenthusiastic woman with nothing to look forward to.
From the first moment Steve's mouth had met hers… from the first touch of his tongue on her clitoris… Martha's world had become shiny and new. She liked herself again. She believed in herself. She knew she had something to live for.
With her husband Frank, sex had been only a function, a part of her house wifely duties like making his toast. With the boy, sex was a grand raving adventure! She did not know what to expect next! She could look down at the awed look on the face of the teenager squirming beneath her and feel the love of life surge through her.
Steve looked so sexy lying there, his eyes gassy with lust. Though he had been cool and confident when he arrived at the house, Martha had successfully robbed him of all his self-possession. He had come here thinking he knew what to expect of her, Martha had taught him she was an unpredictable tempestuous woman. In the full flush of her new self-confidence, she could not believe that the boy had never experienced a woman such as she was.
She could not believe that any two lovers had ever enjoyed themselves and each other so wantonly, so thoroughly!
The touch of Steve's finger on her clitoris gave Martha an erotic jolt that at once complemented and contrasted with the rousing caresses of his cock inside her cunt. She maneuvered her pussy over him in a way that would graze her clitoris harder against his hand. At the same time, she was getting his cock deep into her clutching wet pussy. She varied the angle of penetration on each down-thrust enough to keep the boy constantly alert for new pleasure. She loved to see his dark eyes grow big with wonder.
"Oh Steve… I've never had anything so good as your cock inside my pussy! Never!" To prove it, she squeezed her cunt-muscles harder around his sensitive cock.
"Uuuuuuhhh… oh Mrs. Roy… you're… you're the greatest, ma'am!" It was all Steve could think of to say. Even memories of Miss Pope and her heated cunt seemed to pale in comparison to the woman who was riding his stiff cock right now! The intense need that he had sensed in Mrs. Roy when he first met her had found a well to drink at. The well was Steve and his hard cock! She would not be content until she had worked the boy for everything she could get out of him. He knew he was a lucky guy! But he knew he would have to work hard to be worthy of his good fortune!
Feeling a new surge of strength take hold of him, he grabbed hold of the older woman's hips and began to send his cock rushing up into her pussy in a harder, faster rhythm. It was not easy to force her to keep still while he held her at just the right angle for his cock. But she gradually learned to cooperate. She moaned in submissive excitement and let her head drop forward. Primal moans escaped her lips as she concentrated on the building ecstasy rushing through her.
"Uh Mrs. Roy… you sure have got a tight hot pussy! Jeez… I love screwing you, Mrs. Roy!" She looked at him and tried to grin. The look on her face was the sexiest thing the boy had ever seen. It told him better than a thousand words how thoroughly she had fallen prey to the lure of his stiff relentless cock. "Wow…" he sighed, awed at the woman's capacity for eroticism. He felt an intense pang shake his belly. He wanted to do more than lie under her and let her screw him. He wanted to drive it into her deep and hard! He wanted to knock the sense right out of her!
Eagerly he pushed the blonde over onto her hands and knees. He scrambled up behind her and aimed his gleaming cock-shaft at the wriggling target of her swollen cunt. "Do it to mee! Do it to meeee!" she wailed. She was out of control. She was driven wild by her hunger for the cock that had just been snatched from her.
"Yeah… I'll yeah… I'll do it to you, Mrs. Roy…" Without hesitation, he drove his cock right to the very hilt inside her welcoming cunt. Her pussy-muscles closed greedily around his cock-shaft. It was a delicious erotic battle for him to wrest himself free, to pull his cock out as far as his cock-head. It was with wanton relief that he shoved his cock up into her again. And then again. And again.
"Aaaeeeeee…" The pleasure for Martha was even more exquisite than it had been before. She no longer had to do anything – just kneel before the hard pummeling cock and let it drive her to Paradise. Her fingers kneaded the bedspread as she felt his cock drive into her cunt over and over again. She thrust back to meet him as best she could, but she was weak. The incredible onslaught of pleasure had distracted her energies. She knew it was all up to him now. He had to push her where she wanted to go. Just a few more nudges in the right direction would do it. She was already close.
Her pants and moans mingled with his grunts of effort. The erotic concentration was intense. Each could feel the moment of crisis drawing near. Each could think of nothing else.
"Oh God… Oh God, Steve I'm… cummm-ing-g-g-g!" It seemed to the writhing woman that orgasm had never before been so total, so consuming. She smacked her ass back harshly against the boy's loins. The rolling bursts of pleasure just kept coming and coming.
The clasp of her spasming cunt-muscles on his cock grew unbearable. He felt his cock begin to relinquish its hot load. In spurt after spurt, he filled her belly with his potent juices. He was awed by the amount of cum he was pumping into her. By the time his strength was sapped, she too had almost ceased her struggle. He fell on top of her, crushing her against the bed. Neither of them moved for several minutes.
At last she had to beg him to get off her so she could get some air. Air had not seemed important when the pleasure consumed her.
She smiled into the teenager's dark eyes. Martha realized she felt happy – totally, deeply happy. It was a new and wonderful sensation. "You'll never know how grateful I am to you, Steve…"
He put his hand carefully over her mouth. Once again, he felt in control. He felt he was more aware of what was happening here than she was. "Don't be grateful. Just be happy."
"I am happy. You wouldn't believe how happy I am!" She looked around the bedroom. Its drab green walls no longer satisfied her. It seemed to her that the room where she had found such happiness should be bright and beautiful. "I think I'm going to paint this room… a happy color. You won't know it the next time you come back."
"You don't have to do that for me." Steve felt a little embarrassed by the intensity of the woman's ardor. He hoped he had not gotten himself in over his head.
"For us! I'll do it far us!" Suddenly, she rose to her knees. She bent to his cock and began to lick it clean of their combined juices.
"Uuuuhhh!" That was all Steve could say. Mrs. Roy's logic was just too much for him. With a woman who could get his cock so hard so fast, Steve could only agree – one hundred per cent!