mature xxx

Billy was on his hands and knees pulling weeds at the edge of the grass. He was right along the property line between his house and the Collins’ house. Then he heard a car coming up the street. Turning, he looked up to see his neighbor, Martha Collins’ cool, little sports car warbling up the street.

Martha was hot, he thought. And now she would be stopping only a few feet from where he was working on his hands and knees. Maybe I’ll get a shot of her legs when she gets out of the car. Why, I might even see some panty, if she’s wearing any. Just thinking about her not wearing any panties gave him a tingly feeling down in his cock.

He knew that all the guys on the block thought she was a real hottie. Especially for her age. Not that she was ancient or anything. She was probably in her mid forties, but she didn’t look a day over thirty-five with her big tits and great bod. But if you got real close, you could see some of the age lines around her mouth and eyes. But what the hell, other than that, she was gorgeous.

Here she comes, he told himself, trying to look busy but still keeping an eye peeled in her direction so he could see her when she crawled out of her car. Watching her, she gave him a little wave as the car rolled to a stop about ten feet from him. Grinning, he waved back and watched the door slowly creep open. Because her car was a sports car, she had to throw her legs up and out to disengage from the bucket seat since it only sat a foot and a half or so above the ground. Then he saw a flash of leg and thigh as she slowly climbed out of the car and stood up. She has damn fine legs for a lady her age, he thought. Hell, she has damn fine legs for a lady of any age, he thought as he saw that she was strolling toward him. What’s she doing? Why is she coming over here?

“Hi, Billy,” she said, walking up to where stood on his hands and knees looking up at her.

“Uh, hi, uh, Mrs. Collins,” he muttered, struggling his feet and wiping his hands together to wipe away the dirt.

“Billy, I was wondering if you had anything planned for this afternoon,” she smiled at him.

“Uh, uh, no, no, not really. Why?” he asked her, unable to keep his eyes from straying down to her magnificent bosom as it proudly thrust itself out against the material of her blouse.

“Oh, Hariatio’s gone to one of his real estate conventions down in Kansas City and I’ve got a couple of things that requires a man’s touch. I was wondering if you could do them for me. I think I can make it worth your while.”

“Uh, sure, sure,” he grinned.

In the house with her all alone while her hubby is out of town. Sure, sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon. And, who knows, he daydreamed, maybe she’s wanting some young, hard, eighteen-year-old cock…

“Well, let’s see,” she said, looking down at her wrist watch, “could you come over about one o’clock?”

“Okay,” he said, taking another quick peek at her breasts bulging out against her blouse.

“I’ll be out in the back sunbathing,” she smiled, “so just come on in through the gate. And thank you…”

“Just trying to be a good neighbor, ma’am,” he said, realizing how corny it must have sounded even before the words were out of his mouth…

Sunbathing? Wow, it’d be cool if she sunbathed in the buff.

“See you then,” she smiled again, turning and walking across the cement driveway swishing her delightful rear end from side to side provocatively as the ringing clop of her high heels echoed off the garage door.

What about that, he told himself. Spending the afternoon with one of the hottest women on the block and all she’s gonna be wearing is a swimsuit. Wearing a swimsuit and her fucking hubby out of town. Just the two of them all alone in that big, old house. How fucking cool is that? This might turn out to be quite an afternoon…

Billy spent the next two hours finishing his yard work and fretting about how slow the time was passing as he kept glancing over at the Collins’ house. Is she upstairs naked getting into her swim suit right now, he asked himself wishing he had x-ray vision and could peer through the drapes covering her windows.

Finally, he finished the yard work and ran up to his room to shower and change clothes…

He took particular care in choosing his outfit, wanting to impress her with maturity, so she wouldn’t think of his as some teenager. Finally, he was satisfied with the way he looked. A kind of mishmash of high school senior and college sophomore.

Looking down at his watch, Billy saw that it was a few minutes to one.

Thundering down the stairs, he hurried into the kitchen.

“Uh, Mom, Mrs. Collins asked me if I could come over and do a couple of chores for her,” he told his mother who was standing at the sink washing lunch dishes. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back. She didn’t tell me what I will be doing.”

“Okay, honey,” she said, turning and looking at him over her shoulder, then turning her attention back to the dishes.

“You look nice,” she laughed, “sure you’re not going on a date?”

“Mom?” he whined, wishing she wouldn’t make fun of him like that.

After all, he wasn’t some kid, he was eighteen.

And being a hormone-driven teenager, he couldn’t resist a quick glance down at his mother’s pert, round behind as it jutted out against the back of her dress. Keeping his eyes on her butt as he walked and not paying any attention to where he was going, he almost ran smack into the door. Turning just in time to catch himself before he crashed into it, he quickly pushed it open and exited through the garage.

Walking up to the gate leading into the Collins’ back yard, he peeked over it hoping to surprise her and catch her tanning her tits or something. As he did, he saw she was watching the gate and waved to him from the chaise lounge where she lay lounging by the pool.

“Hi. Right on time,” she smiled as he pushed the gate open and walked into the yard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, walking over to where she lay sipping on a tall, frosty glass of something.

“I forgot to ask,” she said, sitting up and turning toward him. “You are eighteen aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am. I turned eighteen six months ago.”

“Good. Would you like a beer then,” she asked pushing herself up onto her spike-heeled shoes. “Hariatio keeps a couple of six-packs out here by the pool so he won’t have to walk back inside every time the urge hits him.”

“Uh, sure,” he grinned, his eyes dropping down to her tits that threatened to spill out of the top of her suit at any second.

Bathing suit and high heels? She was dressed rather provocatively for a Saturday afternoon of sunbathing wouldn’t you think, he asked himself?

As she got up, Billy saw the cups of her tiger-striped bathing suit come dangerously close to dropping away from her tits. Even though she reached up and tried to reposition them as she clopped over toward the fridge on her skyscraper heels, her big tits seemed on the verge of escaping their cloth prison at any second, he thought.

Her hips sashayed from side to side with what, to Billy seemed over-enthusiastic enthusiasm as she clomped over to the fridge. But he enjoyed watching the big, bare cheeks of her ass jiggle and bobble with each step. Her bathing suit was skimpy enough, but when she bent over to get the beer, it immediately rode down into the crack of her ass revealing even more of the milky white skin beneath it.

Leaning down in front of the fridge, with her back to him, he watched her set the drinks down and fiddle with the top of her suit again for a few seconds. Then she stood up and kicked the fridge shut. As he watched, she picked up the drinks, turned and came strolling toward him with her drink in one hand and his beer in the other hand. He couldn’t help watching the way her breasts rolled and bobbled as she stepped up in front of him and leaned down to hand him his beer. When she did, to his delighted surprise, the top of her suit fell forward letting her big, pendulous tits flop right out into the open.

“Damn it,” she muttered standing back up as Billy giddily gawked at the big, milky white melons dangling down right in front of him. “I guess I’m getting to saggy for this damn suit.”

She must spend half of her life out here sunbathing, he groggily thought as the whiteness of her tits sharply contrasted with the deep tan above them.

“Uh, would you please put them back in my suit for me?” she asked him, thrusting them out at him.

“Huh?” he mumbled, dumbfounded by her request. “Me? You want me, me to put them back?”

“Yes,” she said with a crazy smile on her face as she held a drink in each hand. “Please. I obviously have my hands full here, and besides my fingers would be cold.”

“Uh, okay. If you say so,” he said struggling to his feet in front of her.

Then he reached forward and gently eased one hand under one soft, smooth breast. Cupping the heavy melon, he gently lifted it as he stretched the cup of cloth and pulled it up over her breast at the same time settling it back down where it had been. As it snuggled down into her suit, he carefully slid his hand out from under it. Then, his fingers still tingling from touching her breast, he saw her smile and turn slightly to offer him her other breast. Smiling happily, he lifted the other breast and gently eased it back into its cloth prison. He could feel the sweat running down his forehead as he stepped back and looked up to her face.

“Thank you,” she smiled handing him his beer.

“You sure have pretty breasts, Mrs. Collins,” he mumbled, blushing bright red.

“Why, thank you, honey,” she laughed softly, clutching the top of one cup between a finger and thumb and roughly tugging it up, then doing the same with the other one.

“You’re welcome,” he beamed.

“So, while we’re up,” she said, “why don’t we go inside where it’s a little cooler.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said and then took a long swig on his beer as she headed for the house.

He followed along behind her admiring the way her ass bobbled and shook as she walked. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. And she had acted like it was nothing at all to let an eighteen-year-old boy fondle her tits. His fingers still tingled from the contact with the smooth softness of her fabulous tits.

Stopping at the door, she held it open for him as he timidly went inside.

“No wonder,” she said, looking over at the thermometer by the door. “It’s ninety-seven degrees in the shade out here.”

“That’s hot,” he said, watching her step inside and close the door behind her.

“Yes, it is,” she laughed, strolling over to a black couch that sat by the bar.

As he watched, she set her drink on the bar and turned toward him.

She smiled at him and fanned herself with her hand.

“Would you mind if I took my swimming suit off? I’m so hot and sweaty. Besides, you’ve already see what I have anyway,” she laughed, looking him in the eye.

“Uh, mind, uh, no. No, no, I don’t mind,” he grinned back at her.

“Beside, I have panties on under it,” she said, pulling the top down off her beautiful tits once again, “so I won’t totally embarrass you.”

Then she hooked her thumbs under her swimsuit and leaned forward pushing it down her long, lovely legs to reveal the pair of skimpy black panties that barely hid anything from view. All the while she was doing this, she was smiling and looking him straight in the eye.

“Uh, uh, Mrs., Mrs. Collins, you have…” he started to say but she interrupted him.

“Martha, call me, Martha,” she laughed, stepping out of her suit and reaching down to pick it up.

“Uh, Martha, you, you have pretty breasts,” he babbled, not knowing what else to say as he watched them dance and jiggle when she leaned over.

“Why, thank you,” she murmured, “but they’re all hot and sweaty.”

“Uh-huh,” he muttered seeing that they were indeed covered with sweat as he watched her step up in front of him and cup her big breasts.

“Here, feel,” she said, holding her breasts in her palms and offering them to him.

“Uh, uh,” he grunted tentatively reaching out and running his fingers down over the sweaty melons. “I felt them while ago.”

“See,” she smirked and then stepped back away from him, letting her giant tits drop back down.

“So do you have a girlfriend?” she asked him as she strolled over to the couch and sat down.

“Uh, no, not really,” he squeaked, his voice breaking.

Wondering if he should share information about his affliction with her, he watched her pat the couch beside her.

“Come over here and sit down,” she smiled at him, her eyes momentarily flitting down to the front of his shorts.

She knows, he told himself. She knows I have a hard on and she’s checking it out.

Trying not to make it too obvious, he held his hand in front of it as he walked over to the couch.

As he sat down two or three feet from her, she leaned back and took a long sip on her drink.

“So how come a good looking boy like you doesn’t have a girlfriend,” she asked him with a coy smile.

“I, I’m afraid that I have this thing for older, older women,” he smiled staring at her big tits.

“Oh, really,” she laughed making her tits bobble and dance. “How old?”

“Uh, no real limit, I guess. Why?”

“Would forty-five, forty-five be too old for you?”

“No, not at all,” he grinned. “Just about right, I think.”

“Really? That’s not too old for a young stud like you?”

“No, no, I don’t think it would be. So, so how old are you?”

“Don’t you know that it’s impolite to ask a woman her age?”

“Uh, Sorry, uh, I didn’t mean to be impolite…”

“That’s okay,” she laughed, making her tits quiver and dance again. “But since you asked, I’m forty-five.”

“Oh,” he laughed, watching as she leaned forward and pushed herself up off the couch.

When she was on her feet, or rather perched atop her four-inch stilettos, she turned and stepped up directly in front of him.

“Stand up, please,” she said, looking down at him.

As he sat looking up at her, he knew that she was around five-foot-eight but with her high heels, she was so much taller than usual.

Pushing himself up, he found himself staring straight into her bluish-green eyes. He knew he was six-foot tall and so was she in her heels.

Still holding onto her drink with one hand, she eased her other hand around behind him and pulled him to her. Then, she roughly mashed her ruby red lips down onto his. Billy felt his cock lurch in his shorts as she dug her hot, probing tongue into his mouth. She was frenching him, he giddily thought. His hot, fucking neighbor was frenching him and rubbing her big, beautiful tits all over his chest. Happily joining in, he ran his arm around her and pulled her up against him even tighter as their bodies ground together and they kissed passionately.

Several moments later, they finally broke for air as both of them tried to catch their breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time,” she panted, stepping back away from him and choking down the rest of her drink.

“Why didn’t you?” he wheezed, seeing that his hard on was now tenting the front of his shorts.

“Never could get up the courage,” she laughed, “but alcohol does wonders for that problem.

“I wish you’d used it earlier,” he snorted.

“So do I,” she said, “speaking of which…”

She turned and tottered back over to the bar.

“Would you like something a little harder?” she asked him tipping the bottle of vodka up and pouring a big splash of the clear liquid into her glass.

“Would you?” he grinned from across the room.

“I think you’ve got the hang of the game,” she laughed. “So I suppose that the answer to both questions is an unequivocal yes.”

Billy couldn’t believe his luck. It looked like he was actually going to get to fuck the hottest oldie on the block. But, of course, he had only had two older women before.

The first one was a friend of his mom’s he had met at the grocery store who had invited him over to her house to help her out with some gardening. And the other one was Mrs. Ames, his high school English teacher who had tutored him in more than English. It seemed strange how the older women seemed more attracted to him since he turned eighteen. And now he was going to get his third piece of older pussy.

Stepping up in front of him, Martha handed him his drink and sat down beside him. He watched on in eager anticipation as she crossed her legs and bobbed her dainty foot up and down with her high-heeled pump dangling from her toes.

“So tell me about all these older women you’ve had,” she laughed, running her hand down his thigh.

“Uh, well, there’s only been, uh, two,” he choked out watching her hand inch higher and higher up his leg.

“Oh. Who, if you don’t mind me asking,” she grinned, lifting her hand up to the front of his shorts and tickling the bulge jutting out with her fingernails.

“Uh,” he said, taking a quick gulp of his drink, “there, there was Mrs. Cox, who works down at the nursery and Mrs. Ames, my, my, uh, English teacher.”

He guessed it was all right to tell her that his teacher had fucked him. After all, wasn’t she about to do the same thing?

“Oh, dear, me,” she said lifting her other hand up to her mouth with a look of mild shock on her face. “Amy Cox, why she’s in my garden club, and, and Nancy Ames, why, she’s in my Sunday school class. I would never have guessed she would do anything like that.”

“You, you go to church?” he asked her, surprised that she would go to church and still do what she was about to do.

“Of course,” she giggled childishly, “Hariatio says it’s good for my soul. Not to mention his business. Never hurts to have a good looking, God fearing woman in your pew.

“You don’t, uh, don’t seem to be very, uh, God fearing to me,” he laughed, looking down at her hand that was resting on his cock.

“Enough of this idle gossip,” she smiled, leaning over and picking up her drink from the coffee table and taking a big, long gulp on it before she set it back down. “Time to get down to the fun at hand.”

Then she slipped down to her knees and crawled up in front of him. Reaching down, she pushed his legs apart and slipped up between them.

As she eagerly stared down at the big bulge sticking up in the front of his shorts, Billy thought she looked more like a little girl on Christmas morning than a forty-five year old woman who was about to open his pants.

“Now let’s see the prize I picked,” she giggled again.

“Picked?” he asked.

“I think I could have the pick of any boy on the block,” she smiled, “but I picked you. You and my prize.”

“Oh,” he grinned.

Reaching up, she quickly unsnapped his shorts with her silver-tipped fingers and then slowly ran the zipper tab all the way down to its limit. Then, like the little girl inside her opening a gift on Christmas morning, she slowly spread the opening apart to reveal the outline of his big cock bulging up under the white cotton material of his jockey shorts.

Quickly, she dug her fingers down under the waistbands of his short pants and shorts and started to slowly drag them down. The big, mauve head of his cock was the first to come into view as it peeked out from under the waistband. Then the thick, meaty shaft of his cock slowly came into view inch by inch until all eight inches were visible. He saw that she was staring down at the monster with a surprised look on her face as she unveiled more and more. At last, the waistband was resting just under his big, dangling balls as she gawked down at the giant cock lying before her.

“Oh, My,” she gasped, running her eyes up and down the swollen monster.

As he watched on with pride, he saw her try to pull his pants down farther, but with his legs spread apart, his shorts were stretched to tightly to go any farther.
“Oh,” she mumbled, leaning back out from between his legs.

As she did, he slapped his thighs together and she quickly tugged his shorts down around his ankles. Once freed, Billy eased his legs apart again and she eagerly leaned back between them.

“Good choice,” she said appreciatively reaching up and wrapping her hot hand around the barrel of his big cock. “I made a good choice. A very good choice.”

Then she slowly lifted his cock up off his belly and adoringly ran her hands all over it as if she were blind and wanted to memorize its bulky shape by Braille.

“Such a large one,” she murmured. “Hariatio would be jealous.”

“Oh?” Billy grinned. “Why?”

“His is only about five inches long,” she frowned.

“Oh, now I see why you’re straying from the fold,” laughed conceitedly.

“Well, it’s that and he’s getting less and less imaginative,” she complained, slowly squeezing and rubbing her hands up and down on his giant love-spear. “It’s get on, do it, get off with him now, kind of like vanilla ice cream all the time. Maybe I like a little chocolate or strawberry or something, you know. Maybe with a topping or two.”

“You tell me what kind of ice cream you want,” he grinned, “and I’ll get it for you.”

“Good,” she murmured, leaning forward and sliding the tip of her pink tongue out from between her full, red lips.

As she did, Billy saw that a big drop of clear, glistening pre-fuck was oozing out of the hole in the head of his cock. When it began to dribble down out of the hole, she slowly ran her hot tongue up the swollen hardness of his cock head licking away the drop.

“Ummmmmm,” he groaned as her hot tongue tickled the head of his cock.

“I think I’m going to take a shower,” she said, leaning back up and looking up at him. “Would you like to join me?”

“I’d love to,” he grinned, watching her push up off his knees to her feet.

Then as she stood towering over him, he leaned down and shoved his shorts off and kicked his sandals off. As he leaned back up, Martha leaned down and quickly pulled his blue polo shirt up over his head before tossing it on the couch.

Then she took his hand and pulled him up off the couch. He could hear humming merrily as she tugged him along behind her.

His big cock bounced up and down wildly as they bounded up the stairs and down the landing toward her bedroom. Billy knew it was her bedroom because it faced his bedroom across the property line and he had spent many a night peeking into it trying to catch a glimpse of her naked. He had been quite successful on many occasions and thought he was lucky, but now, he realized that there may not have been a whole lot of luck involved. Maybe she had been doing it on purpose.

“You know, uh, Mrs., uh, Martha,” he grinned as they stopped in the middle of the room, “I’ve seen you, you, uh, naked, a, a lot of times through that window.

As she looked at him with a knowing smile on her face, he pointed to the window.

“I know,” she said, looking over at the window and then back at him, “I know.”

Then she laughed, leaned down hooked her thumbs in her panties and quickly pushed them down her long, shapely legs.

Then she stood back up and stepped out of her panties as Billy gawked down at her pussy.

“Wow,” he snorted, “You don’t have any hair down there.”

“You like it?” she asked, leaning over and scooping up her frilly, black panties.

“I love it,” he panted. “It’s sexy. No hair to hide anything. It’s just all sticking right out there in the open like that. Damned sexy.”

“Then would you like these for a memento,” she asked him as she twirled the panties around her finger.

“Would I?” he snorted, holding his hand out and watching her crook her finger and let them fall into the palm of his hand.

Taking them in both hands, he spread them out and slowly lifted them up until the crotch of the panties rested against his nose. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he savored the ripe, pungent fragrance of her pussy on the silky panties.

“Um, the lovely fragrance of hot pussy,” he murmured, smiling and rubbing his nose in the panties. “The most beautiful fragrance in the world.”

“Oh, you silly boy,” she laughed softly, her cheeks reddening slightly.

“I’m going to put these with my clothes,” he said, lowering them down and hurrying out the door to the railing of the landing.

Looking down, he saw his clothes scattered on and around the couch. With a naughty grin, he tossed the panties down toward them. The panties ironically fluttered down and landed right on top of his jockey shorts.

“Would you like to have my jockey shorts?” he asked her strolling back into the room with his big cock bobbing up and down in front of him.

“Your shorts,” she grinned looking at him with an amused look on her face. “Your jockey shorts? I don’t know. Jockey shorts, for some reason don’t seem as intimate as panties. But, if you want to give them to me, I’ll take them.”

“Okay, they’re yours,” he laughed.

“Fine,” she said, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the bathroom.

Stepping into the big, ornate bathroom, he could instantly tell it was her bathroom as it reeked of femininity with its many shades of pink.

“Wow, nice bath,” he told her as she reached into the shower and turned the water on. “Thanks,” she smiled, as they waited for the water to warm. “I decorated it myself.”

“I would never have guessed,” he laughed, looking around the room at all the fancy decorations.

Reaching back into the shower, she let the water splash onto her hand several seconds then she gracefully slipped down out of her high heels and stepped into the shower.

Turning to face him, standing under the water and letting it course down her beautiful body, she smiled and held out her arms toward him.

“Come on in,” she laughed, “the water’s fine.”

Stepping into the shower, he moved up to her and took her in his arms. Pulling her to him, he kissed her full on the mouth as she wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss. Mouths open, they hungrily kissed with their tongues intertwined, twisting and exploring each other with passionate intimacy. Billy could feel her big, hot nipples digging into his chest as she ground her big, soft tits against him and gently humped her pussy against his throbbing cock. The slow, suggestive foreplay that had gone on between them from the moment he arrived had stoked his desire for her to the burning point. And now he was about to have her, he deliriously thought as they grappled and wrestled in the stinging spray of hot water splashing down onto them.

“Oh, God, need it,” Martha gasped as they finally broke for air. “Need it now.”

“Yesssss,” he hissed, huffing and puffing.

With that, Martha whirled around to face away from him. Then backing toward him, she threw out her hands onto the wet, cool tiles and leaned forward against them. As she was doing this, the opening between her long, lovely legs grew wider and wider as she inched her feet out on the cold, wet floor.

“Put it in, put it in me,” she wheezed, leaning against the wall with her legs spread and her hot pussy waiting for him.

Billy reached out and quickly wrapped his hands around her waist and struggled up between her outstretched legs. Bending his legs at the knees, he started to reach down and guide his cock up into the waiting hole above it, but before he could, he felt her hot fingers grasp it. Flexing his legs, he let the hot, clutching fingers guide the evil, tapered head of his cock up between the meaty lips of her cunt. Then as he pushed up at her, he felt the tip of his cock slide up into the steamy heat of her tight, meaty hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted and arched his back sending all eight inches of his monster cock slicing through the clutching heat of her cunt until its hairy hilt slapped up against her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she gasped as Billy groaned and ground his pubis into her sending his giant cock twirling through the clutching tightness enveloping it.

Then Billy pulled back and began stroking his big cock in and out of her pussy at a furious pace.

“So big. Fuck me with it, fuck me with it, fuck me with that big thing,” she snarled, humping back at him as he clutched her waist and frantically pounded his cock into the sucking core of her hot, wet cunt.

As Billy savagely attacked her cunt, Martha ran one hand down to her cunt and roughly assaulted her big, jutting clit with her fingers.

Billy was delirious with passion as he brutally fucked her from behind. He had never down anything this wild and uncontrolled. They were both out of control as they grunted and groaned, their wet bodies crashing together with wild abandon. Two wild animals spitting and growling as they fucked, totally oblivious to anything and anyone except the vile things down between their legs.

Martha’s big, pendulous tits were flopping up and down in cadence with the pounding attack her pussy was receiving. As they did, her big, sensitive nipples were scraping up and down on the cool tile wall sending even more tickling excitement to her clit and pussy.

Billy knew that he couldn’t hang on much longer as he humped his cock up into the hot, hungry hole that was eagerly consuming his cock. Wishing she would finish, he slowed the pace for a few seconds, hoping to give her more time to reach her finish line.

Suddenly, he felt her whole body stiffen and she began to tremble and groan.

“Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes, ohhhhhh,” she groaned out feverishly clutching at his pistoning peter as it sloshed in and out of her pussy which was pouring out hot juice down onto his cock and balls.

Over and over, Billy felt the spasms of her orgasm undulate through her cunt as she came and came. He kept the pace of fucking slow and rhythmic as she came, but as soon as he felt the tension melt out of her muscles and spasms pulsating through her cunt stop, he quickly picked up the pace. Pounding his cock into her with wild abandon, he felt the fireball inside his balls growing hotter and hotter as it got bigger and bigger.

Then something down deep inside his flopping balls burst.

“OHSHIT!” he blurted out, humping upward as hard as he could and driving his cock into her pussy as deep as it would go.

Then with a mighty lurch, his cock spewed out a giant gob of thick, creamy cum out into her pussy as he held it shoved down onto his cock.

“Yessssss,” she hissed, pushing down with her hips and forcing his penis even deeper into the scorching depths of her hot cunt. “Come in my pussy.

This was the best, he feverishly thought as his cock kicked and bucked emptying it steamy load of jism into her hot, sucking hole. This was the best fuck of his life. The other women had been good, but Martha was the best. And to think, she and her fabulous pussy had been right under his nose all this time. And fool that he was, he hadn’t even tried to check it out.

Finally, his cock stopped firing off inside of her and immediately began to wilt.

“Oh, God, awesome,” he groaned, standing behind her with his cock still shoved up inside her cunt as he tried to catch his breath.

As he did, he reached around her and fondled her heaving breasts as she too huffed and puffed.

Finally, he slowly bent his knees and let his cock come slithering down out of her cum-filled cunt to fall lifelessly down between his thighs.

“Good heavens, child,” Martha quibbled, “how long have you been saving up for this?”

“Forever,” he laughed, backing away from her as she turned toward him.

“I think so,” she said, reaching up and unhooking the shower head from its holder and dragging it down between her legs where she turned it upside down and sprayed off the cum that was still oozing out of her pussy. Then, smiling she turned it on his cock and gave it a good spraying before she hung it back up.

“Now that’s what I was talking about before,” she giggled soaping her body down. “That was Neapolitan ice cream.”

“That was the wildest thing I’ve ever done,” he muttered, stepping out of the shower and waiting as she rinsed herself off.

Still admiring the way her big tits jiggled and bobbed, he handed her a big, fleecy, pink towel then grabbed one for himself. “You put the other two ladies to shame.”

“I hope so,” she told him smiling coyly as she toweled off. “I couldn’t live with myself if I let them best me at, at, oh, anything.”

Stepping back into her elevator heels, she drug her towel along the floor behind her as she sauntered over to the bed giving Billy a naughty exhibition of hip swishing.

“I love the way you walk and swing your beautiful butt back and forth like that,” he grinned following in her footsteps.

“Do you now?” she laughed, crawling up on the bed and flipping over onto her back.

Billy stood looking down at her watching her scoot down the bed until her butt was perched on the edge of it. With the soles of her high-heeled shoes resting on the floor and her legs bent at the knee, she slowly spread her long, beautifully arched legs apart as Billy looked on with rapt reverence.

As her legs parted, her meaty pussy began to unfurl like a dusky, pink rose opening its dew-coated petals to the sun. Wider and wider it gaped open until the dark, mysterious opening between the lips came into view as a tiny trickle of pussy-juice dribbled down out of it.

“You’re leaking out stuff again,” he grinned.

“Would you like to taste it?” she asked him, running her hand down over her tummy to her pussy.

“It would be my pleasure,” he said, slowly dropping down onto his knees between her soft, smooth thighs.

Shoving a pillow under her head, Martha watched Billy lean forward over her bald pussy. Then, as she felt his mouth touch down on her pussy, she reached down and grabbed hold of her big tits.

Billy found the mixture of fragrances wafting up from her pussy enchanting; the sweet, clean smell of the soap; the hot, pungent aroma of the juices oozing out of her pussy; and the faint, lingering fragrance of her perfume were all mingled together to form an arousing, pheromone-laced intoxicant.

“God, you smell good,” Billy panted into her pussy as he licked and lapped her thick, floppy cunt-lips, savoring the flavor of the juice spilling out onto his tongue.

Still tweaking and plucking at her big, cherry-sized nipples, Martha reveled in the boy’s open adoration of her womanhood. Basking in his attention, she could feel his tongue wandering over the delicate lips of flesh that bordered the core of her femininity. Then she felt his fingers touching and gently probing the fragile opening as his mouth moved up higher to the big joy-button jutting out above it.

Billy was surprised by the size of her clit. It had to be at least a half-inch long and as big around as the tip of his little finger. The other two women’s clits had been about half that size. Martha’s clit was big enough to suck on, he soon discovered as he sucked it between his lips and began rubbing the tip of his rough tongue back and forth across it.

“Oh, yessss, like that,” she murmured, gently humping her pussy up at him.

Then as he quietly teased and taunted her smooth clit with his tongue, he ran the tip of his finger around the slippery opening of her vagina and slowly eased it down into the hot, wet channel. As her hips bobbed up and down lightly thrusting her pussy up at him, he began to tenderly finger fuck her.

Soft, little mewing pants came from her mouth as he slowly introduced a second finger into her pussy and while his rape of her clit became more impassioned.

As her hips dipped and bounced, Billy reached up and with the tip of his finger peeled back the slippery little hood that concealed part of the big love-bud. When he did, Billy had even more access to the little knob that jutted our at least three-quarters of an inch now. Now with it all sucked in between his lips, he ran his rough, probing tip of his tongue around it in circles around it, teasing and rubbing it.

“Gonna come,” she whispered out as her hips bounced up and down faster and faster.

With her butt pattering around on the bed wildly, Billy was having trouble keeping his lips locked down around the wigglely little worm so he eased his fingers out of her cunt and clamped them down over her thigh to pin her butt to the bed. But even that wasn’t enough so he moved his finger away from her clit and locked his around the top of her other thigh. Straining, he forced her butt down onto the bed and furiously attacked her clit with his mouth and tongue.

It worked because about fifteen seconds later, he heard her groan as her body went stiff and then began to shake.

“Coming, oh, God, I’m cominnggggg,” she choked out as Billy felt a spurt of thick, hot juice spew out onto his chin.

As her hips quivered and shook, Martha dropped her tits and grabbed hold of his head shoving it down against her pussy as Billy nipped and licked at her clit. Her whole body writhed and floundered as she endured the ravages of her orgasm. Her muscles locked down and curse words Billy had never heard before spewed from her mouth as she humped her pussy into his face painting it with her pungent juices. As he devoured her, she slapped her sweaty thighs against his cheeks imprisoning him between them.

Agonizing through her orgasm, Martha felt like it went on and on until at last she felt the last few sizzling sparks fire off inside her pussy and then die.

As her whole body went limp, Billy dropped his hands down underneath her soft, smooth thighs and slowly lifted them up. As he did, he watched the little, wrinkled circle of darkened flesh between the perfect, round cheeks of her ass slowly come into view.

“Honey, honey, what, what are you doing,” she panted, looking down at him between her heaving breasts.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he kept pushing her legs up into the air until he felt the soles of her shoes brush across his shoulders. Stopping, he gently eased her legs down until the stiletto heels slipped down in front as the soles were balanced atop his muscular shoulders.

With his hands now free, he reached down and gently grasped the round, soft cheeks of her ass and gradually spread them apart. He did this until her small, wrinkled asshole was totally exposed. Then he leaned down and flicked out his tongue. Circling the furrowed circle of darkened flesh with the tip of his tongue, he tickled and teased it much to her obvious delight.

“Oh, my, oh, my, my, you naughty boy,” she giggled out. “Where, where did you learn that?”

“Busy, can’t talk,” he muttered, hardening his tongue and gently probing the fragile opening of her asshole with it.

As she oohed and awed, Billy continued to tease and taunt the sensitive opening until at last he felt her lift her legs off his shoulders.

“My turn now,” she said, lifting her legs and dropping her high heels back to the floor as she pushed him out from between her legs.

“Uh, okay,” he grinned.

“Look at you,” she laughed pointing at his face. “Your face is dripping wet.”

Glancing over at the mirror on her dresser, he saw that his face was indeed glistening wetly in the afternoon light.

“You did it,” he grinned back at her. “You’re the artist that painted it onto to me.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, rolling over onto her hands and knees. “Now come on up here.”

“Where, how, how do you want me?”

“On your hand and knees,” she snickered.

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Billy leaned down over the bed and crawled onto it. His cock, thick and puffy hung down below him flicking around as he watched Martha crawl around behind him. Then he felt her hand on his back as she shoved his shoulders and head down onto the bed.

He felt her hands on his butt, softly caressing and fondling it as he lay on the bed with his ass waving in the air.

“You have a nice butt yourself,” she snickered and teasingly ran a long, silver fingernail down the crack of his ass. “Nice and firm and tight.”
“Uh, thank, thank you, I guess,” he laughed nervously.

Then as he anxiously waited, he felt her spread the cheeks of his ass apart with one hand as she tickled and teased the puckered opening of his asshole with a fingernail.

“You like that?” she asked gently toying with the wrinkled circle of darkened flesh.

“Uh, yeah, uh, feels sexy, but funny,” he said.

“Funny?”

“Yeah, funny to have someone playing with your ass, uh, butt, you’re, you know…”

“But you did it to me,” she laughed continuing to tickle his asshole with her fingernail.

“I know,” he said, “I don’t know why I did it, but it just came to me to do it to you.”

“I liked it,” she giggled.

Before he could reply, Billy felt the bed shudder as Martha moved closer. Then she was using both hands to spread the cheeks of his was apart. Suddenly he felt her hot breath on his asshole as her soft slips touched down on it. As they did, he felt the hot, digging tip of her tongue probing and poking around on the sensitive skin surrounding his asshole.

She’s kissing my fucking asshole he deliriously thought as a charge of electricity surged through his cock making it twitch and jerk. As she kept the tip of her hot tongue busy probing and poking at his asshole, he could feel his cock rapidly rising to the occasion and within moments, it was ready to do battle once again.

After a while more, he felt her lift her hands off his ass as her tongue lift his asshole leaving it coolly wet with her spit.

Next, he felt her lift his big, dangling balls in the palm of her hot, little hand. Pushing him down onto the bed harder, she lifted them to her mouth and slowly sucked them inside as she ran her other hand around to his twitching, jerking cock.

She sucked on his balls, twirling her tongue round and round them as he groveled in the decadence of the act. As she sucked on his balls, he could feel the pretty tip of her nose pressing against his puckered asshole making the whole thing even more degenerate. He wished he had a picture of her doing what she was doing to him to show the guys, he laughed to himself.

Martha continued on for several more moments before letting his spit-slathered balls ooze out of her mouth.

“I think somebody likes to have their little winkie played with,” she giggled, giving his rock-hard cock a squeeze.

“Winkie?” he asked as she stood up on her knees behind him.

“Yeah, winkie. Your asshole,” she crudely said.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he muttered.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she told him. “Hariatio liked for me to do it to him back there while I jacked him off at the same time.”

“Jeez, you and Hariatio used to do some pretty, wild things,” he grinned.

“Used to are the key words. Would you like to try it sometime?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Uh, it hurts, doesn’t it,” he asked, glancing down at her ass.

“We used a small anal dildo, so it doesn’t hurt that much,” she laughed. “Not like having a cock shoved up your ass, like you guys like to do. If you do, I can show you another use for it that is quite unique and I enjoy the hell out of…”

“Oh,” he chuckled.

“Well, do you or don’t you?” she asked, dropping down and rolling over onto her back.

“Can I think about it?” he asked her, looking down at her gravity-crushed tits sprawled out over her chest.

“Sure. Just let me know before you leave and I’ll look and see if I can find it,” she smiled up at him and grasped his arm. “If I can’t find it, I’ll still have time to run down and buy one before Adam and Eve closes.”

“Now? You mean now?” he grunted as she pulled and tugged on him until his big, jutting cock was sticking out just above her face.

“No, not now,” she laughed, reaching up and wrapping her hand around his bobbing cock. “Tonight. Tonight. You were planning on returning to the scene of the crime tonight, weren’t you?”

“Huh? You mean, you mean you want me to, to come back tonight?” he asked, hardly able to grasp the fact that she wanted him to come back to her house again tonight.”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I? Didn’t you have a good time this afternoon? I did,” she smiled up at him gently squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” he blurted out. “I had an awesome time.”

“Well, it’s a date then,” she giggled. “But, before you leave, I’ve got one more little thing I want to do for you…”

Then he watched as she looked up into his eyes and slowly bent his cock down and sucked the head of it into her mouth…
It was seven-forty five and Martha had told him to come back over around eight or so. Time to get back to work, he grinned to himself, flicking the light off in his room and striding down the landing to the stairs. Billy clomped down the stairs and trying to act nonchalant, strolled into the living room where his parents sat watching TV.

“Mom, Dad, I’m running over to Arthur’s house,” he told them, nervously jabbing his hands down into the pocket of his short pants. “We’re, uh, going to the late flick, so I won’t be back until late.”

“Okay, hon, have fun,” his mother smiled and then turned her attention back to the TV.

“Yeah, and leave them girls alone,” his father laughed.

“Oh, honey, leave him alone,” his mother told his dad, smacking him on the arm.

I think I’ve covered all the bases, he told himself as he slipped out of the house. I called Arthur and told him that I was using him as an excuse to score a hit, so he won’t call. Now, I’m going to park my car down on a side street a couple of blocks away so Mom and Dad won’t suspect anything and then I’ll sneak back and diddle Martha all night long.

Getting into his car, he started it up. Then looking back over his shoulder, he backed it out into the street and shifted into first. Grinning, he gunned it and left the house with his usual thunderous roar, wondering if Martha heard him. Yeah, she probably heard him and thought he was some immature tennie-bopper trying to show off in front of his new girlfriend, he told himself. With that in mind, he backed off and slowed down to a sensible speed. Turning onto the side street, he let the car drift to a halt in front of an old house that had that unlived-in look with its weeds and dirty windows.

Walking back down the sidewalk toward Martha’s house, he wondered what it was going to feel like getting fucked in the ass. Just before he left earlier, he had told her that he would let her fuck him in the ass with the anal vibrator, but she still wouldn’t tell what it’s other unique use was. He would just have to wait and see, she told him.

Reaching the gate to her back yard, he looked around furtively to see if anyone was watching him. Seeing no one, he quickly opened the gate and slipped inside. Glancing around the back yard, he saw that it was empty so he hurried over to her back door and knocked.

Suddenly the door opened and Martha stood looking at him with a big smile on her face and little else.

“My, aren’t you the polite one,” she said, as he feasted his eyes on her scantily clad body. “I bet most boys would have just barged on in.”

There was no pretense tonight, he told himself. While this afternoon she had worn a weird pink bathing suit with tiger stripes and a fringe to go with her high heels, tonight she was all decked out for sex.

After closing the door, she turned and threw out her arms to show him her outfit.

“You like?” she giggled as he raked his eyes up and down her body.

“What’s not to like,” he muttered.

He could see that her bra was designed by nature as the milky whiteness of saggy melons contrasted so sharply with the tan around them, it actually seemed like she was wearing a glowing, white brassiere. And she was wearing a skimpy pair of panties that seemed to be cut from the same bolt of cloth as the glaring V of white skin arced down from the top of her hips down over her belly to where they met at the pouty lips of her pussy.

But in addition to her au natural bikini, she also wore a dainty, pink garter belt with four tiny, lace-edged thongs hanging down from it. Her sheer, pink hose stopped at mid-thigh where the thongs were attached with little clasps adorned with tiny, pink bows. Then, on the sides of the hose, halfway up the band of lace flowers encircling her thighs perched another large bow made of the same pink satin as the ones on the clasps.

All this ended down at her dainty feet which were nestled down in another pair of four-inch stiletto heels. And each shoe, on the band of leather that covered the top of her toes had another pink, satin bow.

“I see you’re into pink tonight,” he grinned when he was finally able to lift his eyes back up to her smiling face.

“I hope you are, too, if you know what I mean,” she laughed, stepping over and taking his hand in hers. “But come, my dear, you’re toy awaits you.”

Billy couldn’t help but stare down at the magnificent globes of soft, quivering butt-flesh that jiggled and bobbled with every step she took. As they did, the bright, pink straps of her garter cut down into the soft flesh of her perfect ass contrasting sharply with the dark tanned skin of her delightful ass.

“You’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen on any woman,” Billy snorted, reaching over and lovingly running his hand over the jouncing cheeks of her ass as they stepped out onto the landing leading down to her bedroom.

“You’ve got a very nice one, too,” she murmured, looking at him over her shoulder as he trailed her down the landing. “And I can’t wait to get some of it.”

Billy was a little nonplussed at her last remark. Did that mean she wanted to fuck his ass, or did it mean just mean she wanted to fuck?

Tugging him through the door to her bedroom, Martha immediately hauled him over to her big bed with its pink, satin bedspread. She really was into pink, he giddily thought. And he assumed her earlier remark about him being into pink meant that she wanted him in her pretty, pink pussy.

Looking down on the bed, Billy saw a glistening, pink rocket-shaped vibrator that was attached to a leather harness. And lying next to it was a jar of Vaseline and fluffy, pink towel. The little pink vibrator wasn’t much bigger around than his little finger, so he thought it wouldn’t hurt too much.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked him, leaning down and picking up the funny-looking apparatus with the pink vibrator sticking out of it.

“Doesn’t look too bad,” he snickered, watching her maneuver it around until the straps were dangling down beside her hips and the wicked, little vibrator was sticking straight out just above her big, meaty pussy. “But what’s the other unique way to use it you told me about?”

“I’m disappointed,” she pouted, pushing out her full, red lower lip. “I thought you would have guessed by now. Think.”

“I give up,” he said after he had thought on it for a few seconds. “I don’t have a clue.”

“I’ll give you a hint,” she said with a lecherous smile. “You wear it.”

“I wear it?” he muttered. “You mean I do you with it, too?”

“Yeah, kind of,” she smiled again, “but there’s more to it than that.”

Then it hit him…

“I, I wear it and do your, uh, your, your winkie while I’m doing your pussy with my cock at the same time?”

“Very good. You’re such a fast learner,” she giggled.

“So,” he smiled, reaching down and shoving his shorts down his legs letting his big, soft dick flop down between his thighs, “who goes first?”

“I don’t know. Want to flip for it?” she grinned.

“I’m not very good at flipping,” he quipped. “I fall on my head a lot.”

“Neither am I,” she giggled back, pointing down at her big tits, “too top heavy.”

“I’ll bet,” he laughed.

“So, why don’t you go first and see how it works,” she told him, watching him toe his sandals off.

“Okay, if you want me to,” he said, stripping his tee shirt up over his head and tossing it on the floor. “This sounds really cool. Doing you in two places at the same time.”

“Yes, it does sound a wee naughty,” she smirked at him, taking the straps of the strap on vibrator and fitting them around his waist and thighs. “And there’s one way you can do all three at once. Maybe we’ll try that some day.”

“All three at once,” he gawked, his mouth dropping open. “That sounds awesome.”

Looking down, he saw the little, pink rocket sticking out of where his cock should have been jutting out, but it still hung down between his legs with its droopy head pointed down at the floor.

Martha pulled and jerked on the straps for several seconds until finally she had it strapped on and ready to use.

“So, it looks like John Thomas there needs a little coaxing,” she laughed, dropping down to her knees in front of him.

Billy watched her reach out and lift his limp prick up to her mouth. To suck on him, she had to push aside the vibrator, which jutted straight out, and now it rubbed against her cheek. Sucking it inside, she began to suck and lick at it as Billy felt the energy slowly flowing into it. While she sucked, she tickled and toyed with his big, dangling balls.

It didn’t take long to bring his cock along and it was soon jutting out hard and ready, just like the plastic cock above it.

“I think he’s ready,” she said, letting his cock slip out from between her full, red lips. “Are you?”

“Damned straight,” he laughed as she got to her feet and crawled up onto the bed.

“He looks like he is,” she giggled, crawling into the middle of the bed on her hands and knees.

Watching his cock and the fake dick bob up and down as he crawled onto the bed, he quickly moved up behind her upturned butt.

“It’s so pretty,” he mumbled, lovingly running his hands over her soft, round butt.

“Thank you,” she whispered, wiggling it under his hands. “But put some Vaseline on the vibrator and my winkie before you put it in.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” he said, leaning down and grabbing the bottle of ointment.

Twisting the top off, he dug his fingers down into the slippery goo and dug out a big gob. Then he hurriedly spread the yellowish ointment over the vibrator, giving it a good coating. After he was through with it, he turned to her winkie and spread what was left of the goo around it with the tip of his finger.

“Put some on your finger and push it into my winkie,” she directed him.

Dipping his finger back down into the goo, he crooked it and lifted out another big dab of the slippery stuff. Then he brought it up to the pouty, little opening and slowly pushed it in.

“Nnnnnnn,” she mewed out as Billy pushed his finger in deeper and deeper until it was embedded down in her ass all the way up to the last knuckle.

“It’s hot in there,” Billy muttered, wriggling his finger around inside the clenched tightness of her asshole.

“Easy, easy,” she said, grimacing, “that’s not a toy.”

“Oh, sorry,” he muttered, slowly easing his finger back out of the tightly clenched hole.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, are you?” he asked her, inching forward and slowly guiding the head of his cock up between her legs as the tip of the pink vibrator gently poked down into the center of the circle of wrinkled skin surrounding her asshole.

“Be gentle,” she warned him, reaching down between her legs grabbing hold of his cock and fitting its big, bloated head up into the juice-filled trench that waited there.

As she did, Billy leaned the upper part of his body back and slowly eased his cock up into the juicy opening. Then with half of it buried up in her cunt, he leaned forward again and gently pushed the little vibrator down into her clenched asshole. He watched as it slowly disappeared until when it was about half way in he heard Martha tell him to turn it on.

”How?” he asked, looking down at the vibrator buried half in and half out of her asshole.

“There, there is a little flush button right near the base of it,” she explained.

“Oh, yeah, I see it,” he grunted, reaching down and pushing it.

Suddenly, it started making a soft buzzing sound and he could feel it vibrating against his belly.

“That’s better,” she murmured, gently pushing her butt back against him as he leaned forward.

He could feel his cock sliding up into her clutching pussy as he watched the little vibrator vanishing into her asshole. Finally, he saw his belly nudge up against the rounded perfection of her ass cheeks. He had now his cock shoved up deep inside her hot pussy and the little vibrator was busily buzzing away, completely embedded in her rectum.

“How fucking naughty is this,” she laughed, clutching her pussy down around his invading monster.

“Awesome, fucking awesome,” he grunted slowly backing his cock back down the velvet lined sheath of her vagina as he watched the glistening vibrator reappear out of her asshole in tandem with his cock.

“Fuck me, Baby. Fuck my pussy and ass. Fuck em at the same time, Baby,” she garbled out shoving herself back at him as he pushed them back into her with more fervor.

Within moments, he was working his hips back and forth quickly as he double-fucked her with teenage eagerness. Then as he humped her, he groped around underneath her until he found her big flopping tits. Wrapping his hands around them, he used them as a fulcrum to increase the intensity of his attack on her pussy and ass.

He continued to fuck her pussy and ass as she groveled underneath him making weird, unwomanly sounds as the two cocks slid in and out of her relentlessly. It was weird, he thought. He could actually feel the vibrator on his c cock as it slid in and out of her. It was like she was using a vibrator on him from inside her pussy, too.

Slowly picking up the tempo and force of his attack, he fucked her as he felt her building toward a fever pitch. She was straining and groaning as she fought for gratification, and he was going to give it to her.

Letting go of her big, dangling tits, he grabbed her by the hips. Digging his fingers into her soft skin, he began to push and pull on her as he savagely pounded her pussy and asshole.

“Yes, oh, yes, nearly, nearly, nearly there,” she moaned out, shoving herself back on the slashing twins as they ripped in and out of her tight, hot holes.

Holding back, Billy could feel the fireball down inside his flopping balls growing hotter and bigger by the second. The fiery mass was expanding so fast he knew there would be nothing that could contain it much longer and it would explode in moments.

“Hurry, hurry, gonna come, gonna come,” he panted out, but continued the brutal assault on her cunt and anus.

“Yes, yes, there, almost-Oh, my goddddddddddddd,” she gagged as her body went rigid for a moment then began to shudder and shake.

“Thankkkkkgggodddddddd,” Billy gasped, lurching forward and driving his cock and the vibrator down into her holes as deep as they would go.

“Yes, yes, Baby, come in me, come in me,” Martha groaned out, shivering and shoving herself back against him as his cock dumped it’s hot, gooey load into her pussy and the little vibrator happily buzzed away buried down inside her ass.

As she came, Martha was pouring out juice like a broken water main and it was dripping down out of her pussy onto Billy’s balls and inner thighs, coating them with its hot stickiness.

They both fought to extract the last iota of pleasure from the consummation of their adulterous nuptial.

At last, fully drained, Martha sighed and slowly eased forward letting the two weapons slither out of her two holes until his cock flopped out dropping down between his legs and the vibrator eased out still pointing at her ass.

“Wow, that was great,” Billy panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Unh-huh,” she wheezed flopping down on her belly and quickly rolling over onto her back.

“Come over her and turn around,” she told him as she fought to catch her breath, too.

Then he felt her fingers on the buckles of the harness. As he stood on his knees looking across the room into the mirror, he watched as she slowly loosened and unbuckled the straps until the thing went slithering down his muscular thighs.

“Why don’t you be a dear, and make us a drink while I clean things up,” she told him, swinging her legs around over the edge of the bed.

“Sure,” he said, stepping down off the bed, “Vodka and Seven Up as usual?”

“You got it,” she laughed, striding across the room with the harness in her hand and her big, beautiful tits bobbing up and down wildly.

Billy made their drinks and walked back over to the bed. Setting their drinks on the nightstand, he crawled out into the middle of the bed. Leaning over, he picked up his drink and took a long, deep swig just as Martha came swishing out of the bathroom holding the thing in one hand and something else in her other hand.

Stepping up to the bed, she looked down at him and set down a weird, rubber ball looking thing with a nozzle sticking out of the end of it on the nightstand and picked up her drink.

“You know, I forgot to tell you, but there are two ways you can use this thing,” she said, then took a long gulp on her drink.

“Well, you can use it like you did,” she said, setting her drink down and holding the thing between her hands, “or you can turn in around and strap it on so that the vibrator is in your ass but it is stationery. But you still get the feel of the vibration. I’ve done it a few times that way and it’s kind of spiffy.”

“Oh,” he muttered looking up at the apparatus hanging down from her hands.

“So I guess you have several options,” she smiled.

“Uh, yeah, uh, I guess,” he said, looking up at her with a confused look on his face.

“So, you could put the thing back on backwards and get a piece of my pussy, or I can jack you off, or give you a blow job,” she told him in a matter of fact tone, “or I can do you and jack you off, but fucking and blowing aren’t options with me wearing it.”

Billy ran the options through his head for a few seconds.

“Uh, uh, could, uh, would you give me a, a blow job while I’m wearing it?” he muttered self-consciously.

“So,” she laughed, “you want me to give you some head while that thing is ticking your asshole?”

“Uh, yeah, that, uh, if it’s okay with you,” he mumbled.

“And I suppose that you want to,” she said pausing for a moment, “come in my mouth, too. Don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah, uh, if you don’t mind,” he blushed, staring into her smoky, blue-green eyes.

“Why should I mind?” she asked him. “Didn’t you do it for me? And besides I like doing it, and I like the taste of cum.”

Billy was in hog heaven. He couldn’t believe. His new lover was about as kinky as kinky could be. And she loved to suck cock. Suck cock and swallow cum. It just couldn’t get any better…

“But first things first,” she giggled, picking up the rubber ball and handing it to him.

“What?“

“Take that into the bathroom and give yourself an enema,” she brazenly told him.

“Oh,” Billy muttered, turning a beet purple as he gawked down at the thing.

“We want everything to be nice and clean, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” he snorted, thinking it would really be gross if something did come out on the vibrator. “Yeah, we do.”

Billy came strolling back out of the bathroom and swaggered back over to the bed.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” he told her as she swirled her finger around in a circle motioning of him to turn around.

“Good,” she laughed.

Then Billy felt a hand on his butt. Then he felt her spreading the cheeks of his ass apart. Next, he felt the cool touch of the ointment on his asshole as she gently smeared the stuff all around his asshole. At last, he felt a stinging spark of pain flare out from his asshole as she eased a long, lube-coated finger down into his asshole.

“Ouch,’ he yipped, trying to pull away from the her digging finger that was probing his asshole. “Careful, that’s no toy.”

“I know, I know,” she laughed, slowly easing her finger out of his tightly clenched asshole.

“The vibrator, it’s, it’s about the size of your finger isn’t it?” he timidly asked, hoping she would say yes.

“Yes, about the same, or maybe the vibrator is a little bigger,” she giggled.

“Hope it’s not too much bigger,” he complained.
“It’s not,” she told him as he heard the buzz of the vibrator when she flicked it on.

Well, here goes, he told himself, my poor, virgin ass is getting its first visitor.

Just then, he felt the vibrating tip of the vibrator touch his asshole.

“Jeez, that tickles,” he snorted, jerking his hips forward away from the humming cock.

“Okay, okay,” she complained and the buzzing sound stopped.

Then he felt the smooth tip of the plastic toy touch his asshole. Slowly the pressure built as he felt the tapered end of the fake cock spread his asshole open wider and wider. There was some pain, but nothing like what he had expected as the plastic dildo bit deeper and deeper into his ass. Then Marge turned it on and the pain was replaced by another sensation. He couldn’t explain it, but it felt good. Real good. Then he could tell that it was the shaft of the vibrator sliding in now as he could feel the probing pressure of the vibrator sliding through his rectum and the occasional underlying nip of pain was lessening. Then a few seconds later he felt the smooth leather of the harness nudge up against his ass.

It was in. It was all the way in, he told himself. It wasn’t hurting as much any more and about the only sensation her felt was a slight need to take a shit and the tingling, tickling sensation the vibrator was causing as it merrily buzzed away up inside his ass.

Then amazingly, he felt the energy begin to flow into his cock. Marge grabbed hold of his hips and spun him back around facing her. Then she went to work on the straps, fastening them one by one as they both watched his cock slowly lift its big, swollen head.

“I think someone likes to get his winkie fucked,” she laughed, tugging on the last strap as she tightened it down.

“I think so, too,” he smirked.

Finally, she had the halter on and the vibrator was filling Billy’s ass with a tingly, tickling sensation as he waited for her to go to work on his cock.

The vibrator had already done most of the work for her, Billy giddily thought as he saw that his cock was about three-quarters hard and jutting out with only a slight curve downward.

Then, Martha looked up into his eyes shamelessly and leaned forward. Billy felt a surge of excitement shoot through his cock as he watched her full, red lips encircle the tapered head of his cock and then slowly suck it inside her hot, wet mouth.

He could hardly wait to blow off inside her mouth and watch her swallow his hot load of cum, he thought to himself.

Then, he felt her begin to suck and pull on his cock with her mouth as her hot, probing tongue swirled round and round his cock head. Gawking down at her lips wrapped around his cock, he watched them inch lower and lower down the thick, vein-covered shaft of his cock. Finally, when he felt the head of his cock nudge up against the opening of her throat, he felt her fight back a gag. She had already sucked half of his cock inside and was hungrily working on it with her mouth and lips while her tongue caressed and fondled it.

Reaching up, she cradled his big, dangling balls in the palm of her hand, gently squeezing and fondling them as she backed her mouth back up a couple inches so she could work on the sensitive head of his cock. With her mouth and lips furiously pulling and plucking at the head of his cock, her tongue swirled around it licking and lapping at it roughly. Just then, he felt her sharp, smooth teeth nip down just below the flare of flesh that circled around the bottom of the head of his cock.

Unable to control himself, Billy reached out and gently took her head in his hands. Then, ever so slowly, he began to push and pull on her head, working her lips up and down on him as he gently humped his cock into her mouth. The vibrator continued to fill his ass with its tingling sensation as the feeling vibrated down into his rock-hard cock. As he did, Martha pursed her lips turning her mouth into another pussy for him to fuck. Fucking her mouth, he could hear loud, slurping sounds escaping her mouth as she sucked on him as hard as she could.

Watching his beautiful, sexy neighbor gorge herself on his meat, Billy felt the cum down in his balls begin to smolder and fume. The fiery sign that eruption was imminent. It swelled and grew down in his balls as she coaxed them along with her hands and fingers.

“Close, close, M-M-Marge, so, close,” he groaned out, his hips working back and forth faster and faster as his cock thudded up against the back of her mouth over and over again.

“Ummmm-huuuuuh,” Martha choked out, dropping his balls and grabbing hold of his rocking hips with both hands.

Billy was tottering on the edge and feverishly knew that it would only take a few more strokes and he would be spewing out his load into her hot, sucking mouth.

Then he felt it!

“OHGODDDDDD,” he gasped as his cock gave a powerful surge shoot through it and it spurted out its first gigantic gusher of hot, sticky cum into her sucking mouth. He had never felt anything like it before. The vibrator was turning his ass into a river of tingling, tickling pleasure as his cock bucked and kicked frantically.

But just as it did, he felt Martha’s sharp fingernails bite into the skin of his hips as she jerked him forward at the same time she shoved her head forward.

Billy felt the spewing head of his cock thud up against the opening of her throat for a moment. But when she kept pulling, he pushed and felt the head pop into her throat. He heard her choke out a muffled gag for a second or two, but she quickly overcame it and pushed her mouth down on his cock until her full, red lips were locked down around its thick, hairy base. Billy had never felt anything so ecstatically exciting in his whole life as he felt her throat muscles working up and down, swallowing the load of thick cream that was spewing out of his cock by the gallon.

Holding her face pushed up against his belly, Billy didn’t know how long he came, but it seemed like an eternity before the last trickle of pleasure tickled down his cock and it stopped shooting out inside her throat.

Finished, he eased her head back until his cock slithered out of her throat and back into her mouth. Then she jerked her head backwards, pulling her lips off his rapidly wilting penis as she took in a huge lung full of air.

“God, Martha,” Billy groaned, stepping back and almost falling as his knees threatened to collapse at any second.

Martha sat looking up at him, her hands grasping onto the edge of the bed, her tits heaving up and down wildly as wildly gasped for breath.

As they looked at each other, both of them trying to regain some semblance of normalcy, it took several moments for things to calm.

Finally, Billy realized that the little anal vibrator was still busily humming away deep inside his asshole.

Reaching down, he slowly, one by one, unfastened the buckles until they all dangled down from the halter. He slowly turned around, hoping that Martha would get the hint and pull the vibrator out of his ass.

She did, slowly pulling it out, turning it off and dropping it to the floor.

“Martha, Martha,” Billy was finally mutter as he flopped down onto his butt beside her.

Wincing slightly from the little spark of pain that sparked out of his no longer virgin ass, he slowly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him.

“Thank you for a wonderful day and night,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. “The first of many, I hope.”

“Just trying to be a good neighbor, ma’am,” he grinned, wrapping his hand around one of her big, droopy tits and giving it a gentle squeeze…

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