There was something very straightforward about that that appealed to him. She was honest in her own way and he could never fault her.
Martha's fingernail found her love button and she worked on it, making the ultra sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her body.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her sucking, knowing what his balls contained, knowing the pleasure it would bring her.
She twisted her head all around, her long hair framing her face as she breathed through flaring nostrils as she began to fight for her breath.
She took her finger off of her cut so she could put it up into her hole and ream herself out, adding to her pleasure.
Cordova knew what to do. He reached down so he could hold her head steady. Then he began to give her a good mouth fucking.
Martha got more and more excited and rammed her finger in and out of her cunt, jabbing herself with it, pushing herself towards a climax.
Cordova slapped his prick in and out of her face, giving her everything he had, knowing he was going to come soon.
His balls began to get tight and high inside of their protective sack and he picked up his speed while Martha gouged out her pussy with her fingers.
She felt the head rub against the roof of her mouth before it went down her throat. Her breasts heaved up and down on her chest.
The nipples were hard and her whole chest beat with pleasure. Her loins were hot and wet and she knew there was only one thing to do.
She rammed her finger in and out of herself as hard and as fast as she could while be worked on her. The tension began to build up in her body and she knew she would soon have her release.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled, her mouth full of rock hard cock meat.
Cordova's balls went numb just before he came and squirted a load of steaming jism into her sucking mouth.
Martha felt it hit her, felt it land on and under her tongue. She swallowed and sucked for more and came at the same time.
Cream rolled down the length of her cunt canal, sopping her finger and hand, wetting her pubic hairs as Cordova came in her mouth again.
Martha sucked as hard as she could, thrilling deeply as she tasted his cream, feeling her own cream get smeared all over her inner thighs.
Then Cordova's balls were finally empty and they hung loose in their protective sack. Martha continued to massage them until she was sure he wasn't going to have another orgasm. Then she took her hands away from their respective genitals.
His cock dropped out of her mouth, already beginning to get soft and useless. Martha flopped back on the bed, her mouth wide open.
She breathed hard, her large breasts rising and falling on her chest, her eyes closed, her cunt still throbbing, come still ozzing out from between her pleasure swollen pussy lips.
Cordova put down the drink he had held while she had sucked on him so he could pull up his pants. Then be sat down on the bed.
Martha's eyes fluttered open when he stroked one of her thighs. She smiled and felt the wetness between her legs and it made her happy.
"Ahhh, that was good," she said as she sat up and shook her head.
"I liked it too."
"I'm glad. It would be hard for you if you didn't. I'm also glad you like my daughter."
"Not as much as you?"
"But enough."
"Yes, enough?"
Martha took a sip out of her drink. "Hopefully it won't be for too long. You must fuck her well and hard and often?"
"I'll do my best?"
"I know she's in good hands. If there was anyone I'd trust to give her an education, it's you."
"You have a point?"
"I know I do. At least this way she'll know what's going on. She won't have to find out the hard way either like a lot of us do."
"Do you want to fuck any more tonight?"
"No, I just wanted a little taste like I said before," answered Martha.
"Should I begin your daughter's education tomorrow?" he asked.
"Let her take the initiative. From what you said she'll have no difficulty."
"Maybe she takes after her mother."
Martha made herself comfortable in her bed, tucking her legs under the sheet and taking one last sip out of her drink.
"Make me another one please?"
Cordova did that and when he returned she sampled it and nodded her approval.
"Yes, she might very well take after me although I think I have more brains than she does. However, let that be as it may. If I can get her straightened around sexually I'll be satisfied."
"There are many men out there who would willingly take advantage of her."
"I know."
"She's pretty and rich, an inviting target."
"Well, we'll have to put some claws on my little pussy cat, won't we? Let her defend herself if she has to," said Martha.
"I think you're doing the right thing."
"I don't know what the hell else I can do. There are literally hundreds, thousands of men who would like nothing better than to get into her panties. I know she's very vulnerable now?"
"She is."
"After we get through with her, she won't be such easy pickings, will she?"
"No," agreed Cordova.
"Just don't be obvious"
"I'll try not to."
"And you can be as rough with her as you'd like within proper reason."
"I intended to be. Shall I send Caroline up to you now?" he asked.
"No, not tonight although you may fuck her if you want to," said Martha.
"I've had enough for one day."
"Yes, you'd better save your strength."
"We'll be letting each other know what's going on, I assume?" he asked.
"I won't be keeping a running score but yes, I want to know the progress my darling little slut is making," she answered curtly.
"Good. Now if you have no further use of me, I'm tired and would like to go to bed."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night then?"
"Sleep well Cordova."
"I plan to."
When he was finally in his bed he was unable to sleep. He considered his options. Fucking Martha was one thing. The daughter was another.
But yet she had approved. Did he have a choice in the matter? Probably not. If it wasn't him it would be someone else.
So what was wrong with it? Well, it would be tiring but Samantha showed promise and she was not without her obvious rewards.
Martha was excellent in bed and he had no complaints insofar as that was concerned. Her demands were totally realistic and within proper bounds.
No complaints there.
Caroline wouldn't be a problem either. Martha could manager her quite nicely and in so far as Raymond's brother went, well, he would just have to see.
Knowing Martha and her methods she would have him thoroughly investigated and even so the poor boy wouldn't know what he was getting into.
No, there was no cause for alarm, he decided and then he was able to get to sleep.
Martha was the type of woman who made decisions and stuck by them. She knew what to do to Samantha and was reasonably sure she was going about it in the right way.
Cordova and Caroline would be co-operative as would Samantha so she didn't foresee any problems and if there were problems she knew she could handle them.
She also knew things could be a lot worse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following morning Martha and Samantha had a late breakfast together, eating at a small table in the main dining room that was relatively close to the kitchen so as to make it as easy for Caroline as possible.
She was a good cook, responsible with money and also managed it well, in addition to her other talents which Martha knew very well.
"If you want a car I'll buy you one this week," suggested Martha as she dabbed at her mouth, finished with her breakfast.