Church Visitation

I grew up in a good rural church where everyone knew everyone. It was great growing up with a group of friends and going to all kinds of camps and church activities. I was very active in sports and my mom taught dance at school and at home. My father and I would work out a little every day. I grew up in a close religious' family.

Our pastor believed in keeping the youth active in events and sports so most every teen in town went there.

Tuesday nights was visitation night and about half of the youth participated because we played basketball in the gym and we had pizza and cold drinks waiting for us. We were always back by 7pm so we had a good hour to play ball and munch.

It was all good except for one person, Mrs. Martha. She was usually quiet, except to scold at us, so we all decided she did not like kids so much. None of us wanted to ride with her and she seemed happy for it.

I tried my best to be polite and at least say hello when I saw her. She had a decent looking face, never wore make up, and wore lose granny clothes and some old glasses that looked 100 years old. We knew her husband stayed out of town all the time and when he was home, all they did was argue. We didn't blame him for staying away. He has been gone awhile on some kind of business we assumed. She only a few years older than us but it just seemed like she was more than twice our age.

The church gave every teen turning 18 a birthday party and Saturday was mine. It was always a fun day because of picnics, family events and always a cash gift and a new Bible.

We had a great time and as we were finishing up for the day Martha showed up to help with the cleaning.

"Hello, Mrs. Martha," I said to her. "I will stay and help with the clean-up if you don't mind my help."

"Well, thanks Micheal, Happy Birthday." she said and went about her business.

"Dang," I thought, "At least she said something back to me without a scowl."

When everything was cleaned up, I noticed her standing in the parking lot by her car and looking at me, so I waved and told her good-bye.

She actually acknowledged I said anything to her. I took it in stride and gave her a big smile.

Tuesday night when I got to visitation, Pastor John asked me if I would ride with Mrs. Martha. He said, "Martha is going to a relatives farm out of the way to visit and wanted someone to ride with her. She mentioned she felt more comfortable with you than anyone else. Would that be okay with you? You would be getting back a lot later than normal."

"Sure, I am a bit surprised but yeah, I go find her and offer to ride with her."

Finding her was easy, she was standing next to her car.

"Hello Mrs. Martha, I understand you would like someone to ride with you tonight and I would be happy to."

"Thank you, Micheal, let's be on the way."

The first 5 minutes of the ride was dead quiet then she just blurted out, " I want to ask you something very personal, would you mind?"

"No problem Mrs. Martha, ask away."

She hesitated and then said, " I hear what is being said by the young people. I hear the girl's gossip. Is it true you have a huge cock?"

I was stunned, I stammered, " Yeah, I've been told it's too big before by the few girls I let see it. I get picked on because of it."

She was quiet for the next 5 miles and I noticed we turned toward the south end of town.

"I need to stop at the house, do you mind?" she said quietly.

"I'm riding, I am good with it."

We got to their house and it was dark, she invited me in to wait so I followed her inside and sat in the parlor waiting on her. She had put out a plate with some homemade chocolate cookies and a pitcher of water.

About 10 minutes went by and I heard her come in the room and turned to get up; what I saw was incredible. She was naked and was just flat out fine looking.

She let her hair down, it fell below her shoulders, had taken off her glasses, added a little make-up and she was stunning looking. Her breasts are large and firm, have big long pointed nipples, her waist is trim and very finely figured; her pussy was shaven clean and her ass looked like it was a riding saddle.

All I could do was look and just be admired by her beauty as she slowly turned for me.

"Mrs. Martha, you are beautiful," I whispered loudly.

"Thank you, Micheal, your turn to get undressed. I want to see what is too big."

I hurriedly undressed and by the time I got my drawers off, my full 7 1/2" cock was standing in full glory.

"Fuck me," she cried out, "That is not only long but extremely thick. No wonder girls are scared of it. But I am not a girl, follow me."

I was in shock, did she just said, "Fuck me?" I followed like a devoted dog to her bedroom.

"Lay on the bed and let me see if you are too big for me." She told me as she pushed me backwards toward the bed.

I fell back on the bed and in an instant, she climbed over the edge and grabbed my cock and started kissing on it.

"Damn Micheal, this is a God send."

I was stunned hearing her talk like that and just said "Thanks."

Mrs. Martha then started sucking on my cock and kept trying to get it deeper in her mouth and throat. She would gag but kept trying. She got up, went to the bathroom, brought out a big towel, folded it in half and made me put it under my ass and started again trying to engulf my cock.

I was turned on and my cock was starting to hurt it was so hard. I watched the slobber pouring down her chin, dripping down her huge breasts and listening to her gag was a huge turn on. Finally, she got past her tight spot and my cock when further in her throat and she just puked it out and went down even more determined.

This was crazy, but I wasn't' about to say no. Slobber and puke were dripping all down my balls and through my ass cheeks.

She never took it all but came close and finally gave up and climbed on top off my cock and put her very swollen and inflamed pussy lips over my cock and started taking it inside her. She had to stop and could not take it all inside her. The heat from her pussy was crazy.

"Mrs. Martha, that feels so good," I panted.

She gave me a look with wild eyes and growled, "Call me slut. Talk dirty to me."

"Fuck my hard cock slut," I said with conviction.

Martha squatted further on his cock but had to stop, then raised back up. She just started fucking and dripping cum all down my cock and balls but would never bottom out on my cock.

"I want you to take it all," I told her.

"It's too big, I can't; yet. But I am determined." she panted back.

I didn't know a pussy could squirt so much orgasm.

"Martha, I am about to cum," I told her.

"Yes, please, cum in me as deep as you can, I want to feel a blast of cum from your God send cock."

Just before I shot my load I pushed hard into her pussy and shot a huge load inside her and the force of it made me grunt loud. Martha screamed out loud but kept milking my cock with her pussy and sweat was pouring off of her all over my chest. She looked like hell with her hair wildly messed up and wet with sweat and sweat dripping down her body.

"Martha, you look incredible right now." I told her looking into her eyes.

"Michael, thank you so much. I needed to have a real cock inside of me. I think God sent you to me."

That kind of scared me but I politely replied, "Thank you Martha, I learned so much tonight. It was a real pleasure for me also."

Mrs. Martha got dressed in her old lady clothes and cleaned up while I took a quick shower, and then brought me back to the church. I could tell she was having problems sitting. As I was getting out, I looked her in the eyes and said, "Thank you again, I hope you will let me visit again."

"Micheal, I want more of that gift from God. I promise to better next week."

It was the longest week of my life. I masturbated twice a day thinking about her. Finally, Tuesday arrived. I actually showed up for visitation an hour early and told Pastor John that Mrs. Martha asked me to be her visitation partner again and to help her move a couch she wanted to get rid of. I admitted she isn't so bad and I told her I would ride with her for now on.

"Thanks Micheal, I know nobody cares to be around her and she resents everyone because of it. Most is her own fault but she doesn't want to listen to reason. I have tried. Her marriage life isn't the best with her husband gone all the time and she is just a bitter young woman. I am glad she finally has loosened up enough to let you go with her. Thank goodness she loves God or she would have never even gone to any church. She is an old nag at an early age."

"Yeah, we don't talk much, but she does believe in God, that's for sure. She speaks of his greatness and gifts. It's kind of weird."

"The Lord works in mysterious ways." He replied back.

"That's for sure," I laughed.

Mrs. Martha showed up soon after I got there and was waiting beside her car. Thankfully I noticed her drive up, so I hurriedly walked to her car and got in her car. Tonight, she had her hair down, had make-up on, and when she removed that oversized sweater, she had on, wore a very nice fitting short dress.

"You look good tonight, Martha," I complemented her.

"I thought this over," she finally said.

I knew it was all over then, so I just wilted back in the car seat.

"That trash of a husband was cheating on me and I kicked him out and divorced him. We have been divorced for 10 months now. Life and sex with him was terrible, he never let me out unless I dressed and looked like an old hag. I couldn't use make-up or have my hair done, or have nice clothes. When it came to sex, it was jump on, cum, jump off, then he left me for another woman. Said I wasn't good enough."

I didn't know how to respond so I thought for a minute then said, "Sorry he did that to you. I think that was really rotten of him."

"I promise to do better with you." she replied back with conviction in her voice.

"I hope she isn't crazy," I thought. I was getting a little scared.

We drove up to her house and she grabbed my hand and walked inside with me; as soon as the door shut, she started kissing me with unbridled passion. I responded back in kind.

"It has been a very long week, Micheal. I promise not to disappoint you tonight. Please take me as you want."

We both undressed and again, I was staring in admiration of how fine a body she had. I kept wondering if it was a dream.

Martha got on her knees and started cock worshiping my cock and balls. "Damn, she is good," I thought.

"Martha, I am about to cum," I told her.

That inspired her even more and she just kept slamming my cock down her throat as deep as possible and gagging to go further.

"Bury it deep as you can Martha, here it comes." I rasped.

My abdomen got tight, my cock got hard and I erupted cum deep inside her throat. The force of the blast hurt in a way because I unloaded so hard. Martha gaged and gurgled but never let a drop leave her mouth. I had to pull away because she was determined to keep sucking me dry and the after cum feeling was super intense.

I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up and gave her a tight hug and a passionate kiss.

"Thank you, that was great." I told her.

"I promised to do better, I watched videos to learn how to please you properly and bought a dildo long enough to practice with."

We held each other for a while and the feel of her soft silky skin and the softness of her breasts and ass made my cock hard again quickly.

"Will you fuck me please?" she asked, staring me in the eyes.

"I will make love to you," I replied back. "Lay back in bed."

She laid back and I spread her legs apart, started kissing her toes and moved up toward her pussy. I could hear her slow panting.

As I started teasing her pussy lips, she murmured, "Nobody has ever done that, it feels so good."

I slowly started circling her clit with my tongue, reached up to squeeze her hard firm nipples and I felt her body get tense, her pussy started flowing thick cum and then she just went into a body spasm and held my face tight against her pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh. Argh." She was having such a massive orgasm; I was about to drown in it. I had to force my face away so I could breathe.

I slowly started circling her clit again and then inserted two fingers inside her pussy and found her rough spot. I pushed up on it slowly moving my fingers, pushed on her stomach in about the same area and she about flew out of the bed squirting fluid everywhere and screaming., "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh please."

After she quit squirting, I slowly stopped what I was doing, moved up, cupped her large firm breasts from underneath and squeezed them firmly while I let my cock slide inside her. I slid my index finger and thumbs up each side of both her nipples and as I was fucking her, I kept squeezing them just a little harder until my fingers about touched.

" Micheal, please don't stop, make me cum," she panted out loud.

I started slowly inserting my cock and she raised her hips and slammed her pussy down my cock and I felt it bottom out. Again, her body tightened, she started screaming, "FUCK, fuck, fuck," and her pussy tightened like a vise around my cock and she squirted everywhere. She was fucking me like a wild woman.

"Martha, I am going to cum," I breathed in her ear.

"Yes, please, cum, cum deep inside me. I want to feel your cum blasting inside me."

Martha just buried my cock as deep in her pussy as possible and the tightening of her pussy was massaging my cock into another massive orgasm.

"Fuck, Martha, here I cum baby, take it, make me cum hard."

Martha obliged and I shot another huge, hard load of cum. Martha pussy milked my cock until it was soft and when she let my cock slide out, our cum was pouring out of her pussy. She reached down, filled her hands with it, put them to her mouth and sucked it out off her hands.

"You want to taste our love?" she asked.

I leaned over and started French kissing her and got a full taste of our sex together. It tasted great.

"I could get used to this," she laughed.

"Same here, let's keep doing it. My turn to give you a taste." I said back.

With that, I slid down her body and started sucking on her pussy. I could taste the mixture of our orgasms and it was actually good. It wasn't long and her body tightened and she had another huge orgasm. I made sure to suck it all in my mouth, then slide back up to her lips and kissed her.

She sucked the orgasmic fluids out of my mouth and just kept moaning.

"Micheal," Martha was crying, "I didn't know sex could be so great. I was taught growing up it was dirty and sinful. My husband left me because I refused to have sex with him all the time or give him oral. I never let him try to taste my pussy, I thought it was all wrong. I always thought this would be disgusting. Please say we will do this again."

"Martha, I promise, we will do a lot more of this. Sadly, it's getting late and we need to make an appearance of you dropping me back off at the church."

On the way back to the church we talked about the future and she offered me a job.

"Micheal, I own the Red Rose flower shop and always need help. I have a part time employee and she is good but only wants to work part time. I know it is in Fulton, but you can start later than normal.

"Okay, when do I start? I said with any hesitation.

"As soon as possible." She looked at me smiling.

Since I had graduated high school and had no real college plans, I took her up on her offer. I studied up on flower arrangements the rest of the week and weekend as I knew nothing about them, except they were pretty. I had no clue how much you had to know to keep flowers alive and healthy.

I showed up for work the first day, Monday, and was late. I explained it was a longer drive than I thought.

"Well, move in with me and we can ride together and it's only 10 minutes to work," she suggested.

"Okay, give me a few days to get my stuff together, let my parents know I am moving for a job and I'll be happy to move in."

Tuesday night at visitation, they were having a farewell party for the Youth Director who was moving so we didn't have our rendezvous. I told her since I was moving in Wednesday after work, we will have plenty of time.

Wednesday afternoon couldn't come quick enough. We were busy at the store taking in a shipment and we had a large order to ship out. I learned quick, Martha had a thriving business going and the day was a solid 12-hour workday. I couldn't believe flowers could be such a busy business. I did notice the clothes she wore hid her beautiful body and she kept her hair up in a granny knot. With her reading glasses hanging off her nose, she looked just plain, nothing special. Jeanie, her part time helper was actually very knowledgeable and she taught me a lot.

Finally, we got home and as I was showering, Martha climbed in the shower with me.

"Hello lady, come to wash your man?" I laughed.

"Well, hello man, I think it the job of any good lady to take care of her man." She laughed back.

Well, as expected, washing turned into more and we hurriedly dried off and climbed in bed.

Martha turned, looked me in the eyes and spoke softly, "Micheal, I want you to take me any way you want. Something inside of me turned on and I want it all, I want you to have me anyway you want."

"I brought us something to use during sex; it's not a toy, it's a puppy pad for large dogs. It will help keep the bed dry during sex. I read they work very well."

We had a laugh about it, she woofed at me and we spread it our underneath us.

We kissed then I moved to get in the 69 position. As I sucked on her pussy lips teasingly, she started sucking my cock and massaging my balls. I buried my tongue inside her pussy with my nose on her anus and moved just enough that my nose stimulated her anus while my tongue explored inside her pussy and her clit.

I felt her tighten up and got ready to take her orgasm and she buried my cock down her throat and pushed her finger inside my ass hole. That did it, I erupted deep in her throat as she was flooding me with her orgasm.

Martha had to pull back as she was choking on my cum. I was a little worried at first and asked if she was alright.

"Yes," she finally muttered. "You shot so hard it just flooded my throat and I got choked. I'll be fine. Seems we need a pad for under my head when we do this."

We had to change sheets and remove the mattress protector again.

We fell asleep in each other's arms until it was time to wake up and go to work. I heard her in the shower so I just laid in bed waiting for her to get out.

She walked in the bedroom, dropped her towel, smiled at me then turned around and bent over to grab her panties and a bra.

My cock got hard immediately when I saw her smooth, light pink anal button nestled inside that ass made for snuggling up in.

Martha turned and said, "Your turn to shower."

I got out of bed with a hard on and she just looked and asked, "Is that because of me?"

"Martha when you bent over and showed me that spread of an ass with that beautiful, smooth pink anal button, my cock just grew quick and hard."

"So, you like my ass?"

"Yes, I do."

"We have an easy day and can close on time and when we get home, you can take it any way you want. Mine is yours."

I jumped in the shower, we had a small breakfast and coffee, then went to work. It was the longest 8-hour work day I have ever had.

We got home, Martha fixed us a fruit salad to eat and she said quietly, "Will you join me in the shower?"

Well, I didn't need to be asked twice. I hurried and helped clean up the kitchen, walked into the bathroom, walked behind her, and started kissing the back of her neck and massaging her breasts firmly. I held her close and she pushed her ass against my cock.