Now that his cock was buried in me he rolled me over, pulling my legs up to his shoulders. I could never have imagined how erotic it would be to look down and watch a large cock slowly slide in and out of me. But there it was, and I was getting hotter with every stroke.
“Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck harder Martin.”
He began to fuck faster, harder, with intermittent pauses when his cock was buried deep inside. And each time he stopped with his cock deep in me, I would grind myself into him until finally I had my second orgasm of the day Wow! And I wanted more. And I was happy to feel his cock still hard, still fucking me.
“Good girl Martha. Let go.”
“Oh god yes.”
You like it don’t you hon, like a big cock stuffing your tight little pussy.” He was now fucking with long, hard fast strokes.
“Oh I do, I do, I do. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
“I’m gonna cum in you. Tell me you want my cum.”
Ohhhh god, I want you to cum. Ohhhh it’s so big. It feels so good. Yesss, cum! Oh shit, I’m cumming again Martin. Fuck me hard. Pleeeze, harder.”
He groaned, stopped stroking his cock in and out, and just buried himself deeply in my hot wet pussy. He ground himself into me and I knew he was cumming. I pushed back, trying to get his cock as deeply into me as possible. Then I came again. Wonderful waves of pleasure rolled through my body.
I felt his body relax, but he didn’t pull out of me. I thought I could feel his cock soften in my pussy yet my pussy still felt nice and full, very warm and very wet. I showered him with kisses.
We just lay there. I knew I was hooked. I could feel a bit of guilt creeping into my mind but I knew that I liked being fucked by a big cock. I knew I liked saying pussy and cock and fuck.
Then the bubble seemed to burst.
“Well what do you think Martha? Marty’s got some pretty nice merchandise hasn’t he?”
It was Sybil, standing in the doorway.
“Oh god…oh Sybil…I…I…” I still hadn’t figured it out. All I could think of was that I had just fucked another woman’s husband.
“Martha, slow down hon.” Sybil cut me off. “I’m not upset. I’m glad to see you’ve discovered you like big cock.” She was grinning. “I wish I could have stayed for the whole thing but we thought you’d be more comfortable this way.”
“Some people don’t approve of sex just for the fun of it but Sybil and I have found it works for us. She thought that you were a woman that was in need of some fun so we figured why not open the door and see if you wanted to come in. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you’ll return.” Martin had rolled off of me and was now caressing my body as he and Sybil spoke.
I tried to say, “I’m just not that kind of woman. This was a mistake. I think we should just forget that this happened.” But no words came out of my mouth. I just reached down and fondled Martins big soft cock.
Sybil sat on the bed, kissed me softly. “Sharing is fun Martha. And we’re all a little bit slut down deep aren’t we?”
Slut – the word rattled in my mind. God, I am a slut, aren’t I. And I don’t care; I just know that I want to fuck that big cock again.