2 comments/ 19413 views/ 3 favorites Feromonas By: venuzian Marta looked down she caught a glimpse of her cleavage and tugged at the neckline of her new sweater again. As a consequence the neckline had begun to droop and expose a little of the flawless skin above perfectly shaped breast. By late afternoon she had pulled so much, the top of her bra, an inch of cleavage and a hint of the twin mounds were visible. Marta could hardly wait to get home. She vowed to be back in her long denim skirt, baggy sweater, and flat shoes the next day. Marta Vega walked up the subway steps careful to hold her skirt tight around her knees. He wild sister Priscilla had finally gotten her to wear one of the outfits they'd bought on their weekend shopping trip. She hated shopping with Priscilla. It seemed she always wound up wasting money on dumb stuff she would never really wear or use. Shopping was a sport for Priscilla it was something done out of necessity for Marta. The skirt she'd bought was not a "city" skirt as far as Marta was concerned. It was too short for walking up stairs or sitting down in public. Marta hated the feel of the subway seats against her skin. Even in panty hose. Lord knows what lice infested homeless person had been sitting there before her. But Priscilla insisted she show off her assets for a change. Marta had great legs and a great figure all around that she usually had shrouded in the baggiest possible clothes. Priscilla on the other hand let it all hang out and lived by the motto "if you've got it flaunt it" So the things they chose were somewhere in the middle. Marta had to admit that she felt pretty. The new skirt was slightly flared and jet black. She wore the also new V- necked magenta sweater that was perfect for early autumn in New York and raven colored hair. Marta waited on the D train platform. As usual it was crowded and when the train did arrive she was almost tempted to wait for the next, but she like everyone else in New York she just wanted to get home. She was fortunate enough to find her usual spot near a pole. She got a grip and was lost in thought as the train plowed through the tunnel. As Marta held the pole she felt warm moist air on the back of her neck. She realized there was a man standing exactly behind her as if he could trace her footsteps. Marta drew closer to the pole. The stranger took a step closer to Marta. There was no where for her to go. She looked around briefly and was practically eye to eye with a fairly handsome man who reminded her of her cousin Ruben, but with a mustache. He winked. Marta looked away in embarrassment. The train moved into the next station. Twice as many people got on the already crowded train as before. Marta now regretted having stepped closer to the pole it was practically splitting her in half. She felt the stranger's breath on her neck still. She froze as his hand slid down on the pole just touching hers. He moved in closer and pushed himself against her fleshy hips. The train did a sudden lurch and he took the opportunity to gently press what she realized was becoming his very hard dick against her. Normally Marta would have furiously elbowed him but for some reason his warm breath and hard body was strangely comforting. As if she could imagine falling asleep in his arms. True Marta was love starved but she had never been desperate. She was still frozen on the pole as the stranger continued to take liberties with her ass. She knew she should say something but what? As luck would have it the train came to a stop in the dark tunnel the stranger moved his hand below hers and let his fingers only rest on the pole as he began to slowly turn his wrist up and down so that it rubbed her right nipple with each turn as he continued his subtle humping motion on her ass. Marta felt electricity and a sudden tightness in her panties. Her hardening nipple gave away that she enjoyed of the feel of his manhood on her hips. She was 24. But practically a virgin. The stranger now reminded her of what she'd been missing. The train started moving again, the light came on and he eased his humping movement just a little only to speed up slightly in a side to side motion. And then he relaxed. Marta guessed that he had come. It made her feel dirty and used but at the same time powerful. Then the brazen stranger bent to her ear and in an accent as thick as government cheese he whispered: "I see jew tommorrow mami" Then he got off the train. When it was all over, Marta was suddenly in a rage. It just figured it would be some wetback jibaro macho son a of a bitch. Latin men could be so obnoxiously chauvinistic. How dare he treat her like he had a right to her body? She fumed and cursed him in her head the rest of her long ride home and then as she walked home from the subway. She stopped at her sister Priscilla's apartment before she went to her own. Priscilla and her new husband lived on 3 she her mother, father and younger brother lived on the 6th floor. "You'll never guess what happened to me today on the train. Some horny jibaro humped my ass until he came." "Oh my God! Was the train crowded?" Priscilla asked in disbelief. "Yes thank God, but I was still embarrassed." "What did you do?" "Um nothing." Marta shrugged. "You didn't poke him with your elbow or step on his feet or nothing?" "I moved away but he just got closer." "You sure you didn't like it Mija? You know your chocha is gonna dry up if you don't use it soon." Priscilla said teasingly. Marta couldn't believe Priscilla was so crude, but then again yes she could. She wasn't surprised at all. Men and shopping were all Priscilla cared about. "Forget it Priscilla" Marta said in irritation "I'm sorry but notice you got the attention because you finally look like a woman today Marta instead of some old dried up bruja" "So I should dress up everyday to get fucked by strangers?" Marta said "No Marta you know that's not what I mean. I just meant that you just looked feminine and sexy today. The poor guy couldn't help himself that's all." "Shut up Priscilla" "What you wearing tomorrow chica?" Wear the reddish sweater, that's my favorite. "Don't worry, I'll be in my jean skirt and flats tomorrow" Marta said determinedly "Ok if you wanna look like a bruja go ahead, I tried." Little did Marta know while she was at work her big sister had taken it upon herself to clean out the closet they had shared only months before? She and her mother were in cahoots. They had decided that they were just sick of seeing her in the frumpy duds and wanted her to start sprucing up. She was getting older and somewhat of an embarrassment to her mother who desperately wanted two married daughters and grandchildren ASAP. But they weren't crazy they knew the anal Marta would have a hissy fit if she knew what they had done so their plan was to make things disappear a little at a time. The first thing Priscilla went for was the sacky jean skirt which she usually wore to work at least three out of the five days. Her mother planned to say that she must have left it across the street in the laundry mat. The skirt was close to five years old and she wouldn't be likely to find a replacement. Plan B was the tacky gray sweater that completed her frumpy ensemble. They decided that it would mysteriously get a hole in it. They knew it had better be a fairly large and irreparable hole because the frugal Marta would do her best to fix it. So they staged the death of her sweater look like an accident. Somehow a hanger got wound up and twisted in the yarns so that there was an ugly gash in it. They put it at the bottom of her closet they knew she would soon look for it. That night Marta lay in bed and thought about the events of her day. She knew there would be work piled high again on her desk in the morning. Marta also thought about the brazen hick who had humped her ass on the train. She went to sleep with him on her mind. She had a dream about a man that ravished her in the cafeteria at work. She was being taken on a table. He kissed the length of her body until he got to her pussy then he grew a long tongue like a hungry dog and began to lick her. Marta woke up in a sweat her pussy was throbbing and her panties were wet she had never been so horny. Marta folded her pillow, put it between her thighs and turned over on her stomach to rubbed her pussy up and down the bulky pillow; she squeezed it tighter between her thighs to make it firmer and thought about he hick with the hot breath and the way his hard dick felt on her hips. She wondered how big his dick was and if it would feel good inside her. She stopped to remove her panties and then separated her pussy lips just a little. She imagined him making her fuck him, not the way he took advantage of her this morning but really fucking her, and hopefully with a large hard dick. Marta's thoughts embarrassed her but made her also ride the pillow faster. Soon she felt her pussy contract and the wave of warmth and satisfaction fill her crotch. As soon as she came she was overcome by a catholic girl's guilt. But then she reminded herself of the article she had read on masturbation and how it was better at least than fornication and unprotected sex. Marta decided that what the Pope didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She was tired of being horny and feeling guilty. She realized this was the first time she had masturbated in a long time, and the first time she was able to enjoy her bedroom in total privacy. She and Priscilla had shared a bedroom all their lives until she married 6 months ago this was the 1st time she could masturbate without fear of embarrassment. She would often over hear the ever horny Priscilla self pleasuring when she thought Marta was asleep. The dummy had even bought a vibrator that was so loud her father got up to investigate the noise. Marta guessed she took advantage of any opportunity to be in the house alone and merrily pleased her pussy then. But knowing Priscilla the vibrator was only for dire emergencies. Priscilla was not so easily confined or defined by her catholic school upbringing; and as soon as she had the chance she was enjoying the real thing. Their mother was more than glad when she finally got married. Marta suddenly became aware of the fact that she was horny allot and deservedly so. She'd had sex only twice in her life. The first time had been with her cousin Ruben four years before. They were so embarrassed afterward they hardly spoken since then. She'd had a crush on Ruben for years he was five years older than her and would hardly give her the time of day when they were growing up. He had stopped by the house to visit her family while on leave from the air force. Marta thought he looked unbelievably handsome in his uniform. She saw him again a few days later at their younger cousins Quinceanera. He sat and they talked for a while Marta didn't know why, but she confessed to having a crush on him when they were younger. He said he was flattered and teased her saying that she was no longer the ugly buck toothed duckling but had grown into a beautiful swan. Marta blushed. They continued to talk and decided to leave the noisy crowd in the community room and go for a walk to reminisce about old times. He said his mother had an old group photo of all the cousins he wanted her too see. So they headed to his mothers house nearby. The photo was in an album in the front of the house they had a good time laughing at everyone, and each other but especially themselves. Afterward they went into his old room. They talked, had a beer and one thing led to another. Somehow they got on the subject of sex. Marta confessed to being a virgin and he said he didn't believe her. She insisted and he asked for proof. She blushed and resisted at first, but bashfully surrendered to his coaxing. He sat on the twin bed and pulled her into his lap as he kissed and nuzzled her neck he reached under her dress, then into her panties and began a slow but firm massage of her dewy untouched pussy. She had masturbated herself many times but having Ruben do it t was the most wonderful sensation Marta had ever experienced. She had come at least 2 times when he asked her for further proof. Marta opened her legs wide for him and reached for his hand. But he surprised her when he began to probe her vagina then carefully he finger fucked her while continuing to massage her clit. It was uncomfortable at first but soon she started to respond. He then asked in a whisper if she wanted him. Marta nodded yes. The next thing she remembered was being on her back on the narrow bed, with her knees bent and her thighs apart, the sound of his belt buckle and zipper then the feel of his large round dickhead pressing itself inside her. It hurt for an instant but when he was finally in and she was comfortable, he took Marta for a marvelous ride. It excited her to see his hips sway and his large dick moving in and out of her. She loved watching the man she idolized as he sighed and moaned and spoke in low whispers about the softness, wetness and tightness of her undefiled pussy. He told her again she was beautiful and that it was the best pussy he'd ever had. Ruben made her feel precious. She remembered he took one last deep stoke inside of her then pulled himself out and sprayed heavily on her mound. Luckily Priscilla had told her all about cum. The actual fucking didn't last very long, but long enough for Marta to remember how good it felt. They cleaned up in silence in the still house and went back to the party self conscious about what they had done. But Marta had no regrets about giving herself to Ruben he really was the man of her dreams and he treated her well at least Marta's only other experience had been with a pesky Dominican guy who worked in the shipping department at her job. He begged and practically stalked her until she agreed to go out with him. At first Marta was enjoying the attention but once she gave in he seem to disappear into thin air. Se had learned from that experience that the more bragging and begging a man did the more disappointment. Not only was his cock puny but he didn't use it half as well as Ruben had used his. Nor did he treat her with the same kindness and respect. So she had been both disappointed and humiliated. She could have at least got a good fuck for her trouble she thought it was soon after that experience that Marta began to hide in her shroud-like wardrobe. Marta awoke the next morning showered, and began to look for her jean skirt and sweater. She searched and searched to no avail for the skirt then remembered that her mother had done laundry the day before. She had left for work already so she couldn't ask about where it might be. So she looked for the sweater instead. When she found her sweater in the bottom of the closet brutalized Marta almost cried real tears. But then she remembered the stranger. She reached for the black skirt again and looked behind the door for the bag with the new sweaters. She chose the beautiful turquoise one with the graceful ballerina neckline this time. Again the jewel tone made her hair and skin glow, and the curves of the neckline accentuated the natural curves of her breast and hips. She looked gorgeous even if she said so herself. Marta realized that her flat shoes looked rather odd so she opted for her church shoes. They weren't ridiculously high just high enough to make the skirt look right. She looked in the mirror to admire her image and vowed to get her bushy eyebrows tweezed on the weekend. Marta walked fast to the subway she was running late. Running in heels was a hard she thought. She checked her watch and trotted a few steps at a time. "Oye mami be careful you don't break nothing you too fine baby." Said a cute young guy known as Boriqueno he was waiting for the bus. As she passed. Marta smiled to herself she had never had that kind of attention ever. Marta got her train on time. At work she was actually annoyed by the way her coworkers carried on about her new look. As expected she worked like a dog all day long. By the time 5 o'clock came she really regretted wearing her Sunday shoes. She wanted to be home badly. She waited on the platform for her train. She got on and had really forgotten about her molester because her feet hurt so badly. Then she got her spot on the pole. At the next stop there he was out of the clear blue breathing down her neck again. Marta's sore feet made her cranky and she remembered how pissed she had been yesterday at the way he'd acted so familiar. She rolled her eyes at him and positioned her body so that he was not right behind her. When the next wave of people got on the train he brazenly maneuvered his body so that it was again in back of hers. He bent down to whisper. "No esté enojado en mí mami" ( don't be mad at me mami ) She felt his breath again which made her angry but also horny she felt her pussy contract. The train stopped again and another crowd came onto until people literally were so packed together the door would barely close. He took the opportunity to assume his position on her ass again. It was so crowded no one would notice if he had taken his dick out and fucked her on the spot. but he didn't he just did a really hard grind this time between her ass while he reached way down on the pole this time in front of her pussy and moved his thumb up and down between what he guessed was her slit . He guessed right. Marta thought she should elbow him at least but she really didn't want too and it was too damn crowded. So with her presumed consent he stared doing some serious work on her ass. Typical of rush hour the train momentarily screeched to a halt and the lights went out. As usual everyone moaned and grumbled in impatience. Juan let go of the pole and squeezed Marta's pussy tight. Marta was angry but mainly because it felt fantastic. She still said nothing just halfheartedly shifted her body in pretend protest but he knew the scent and of a horny woman. He proceeded to grab another handful of her pussy and matched his rhythmic humping to his squeeze. He was good. Damn good. Marta came. He felt her mini spasms "Jew like this don't Jew mami I know you like it tee gusto mami he whispered Jew married? Marta was admiring his handy work but she still backed off she didn't want to appear to encourage him. When she backed off he just pressed harder into her ass which just made her move into his hand again. He defiantly grabbed her pussy again and again and began to alternately squeeze and massage it with the palm of his hand. Marta was responding and her panties were growing wetter. Then he boldly put both hands on the pole around her and started to grind harder and faster. " "I see jew tomorrow nena" And he gave her a stealthy peck on the ear. The light came on the train roared into the station and he got off at 59th street. Marta was so embarrassed she felt everyone on the train knew she'd cooperated with the molester. She felt shame and disgust for being so needy. But also wonderfully relaxed from the good mini orgasms he had just given her. Marta went home closed her room door and masturbated on her pillow until she fell asleep. She woke up later and wondered what on earth was wrong with her. Then she realized that she was just horny. She needed a man. Damn Priscilla and her shopping. She couldn't stop thinking about him who ever he was. She had to admit she liked the feel of his hard on between her ass. and the fact that he reminded her so much of her cousin Ruben. Although she felt used by him, oddly, she also felt safe. After he'd had all he needed of her ass he pulled her skirt from between her cheeks and carefully smoothed it down around her hips. Then he lightly kissed her ear and whispered again that he'd see her tomorrow. Marta felt ridiculous she had been violated so she didn't understand why the little nothing protective gesture made her feel connected to him somehow. He was a pervert plain and simple, and it was her guess he was probably married with at least five kids somewhere. But there was something about him she liked and it was more than just his firm hands and dick. Feromonas Day three Marta chose another one of her new sweaters. I was the one Priscilla liked, a rich coral color. Her mother was a little surprised that she hadn't yet asked about her skirt. She was actually expecting her to throw a fit any day now. But to her amazement Marta had been wearing the new clothes. She and the molester were almost into a routine by the end of the first week. Marta had even stopped pretending to avoid him and dutifully took her place against the pole. He felt wonderful against her. Marta felt very womanly between his arms which is how he held the pole when he was on the verge of cumming. By day four she even started to push back against him to make his contact and pleasure between her ass more intense. By day five she actually rolled her hips against him, very subtlety of course she was being molested after all. He was ecstatic. He whispered into her hair above the noisy subway: "Gracias mami. Jew feel so good" The thing about life on the subway was that there were probably hundreds of such incidents on every line in the city. Men and women connecting through nature and hormones, longing and loneliness. Marta felt shame but no one really noticed or cared. People just wanted to get home. "Jew never told me if Jew was married mami. I don't want nobody to kick my ass. Jew married. Marta just shook her head. What's your name nena?" He whispered. Marta whispered her name, really she just mouthed it. She did not want him to hear her voice for some reason. After all she didn't talk to strangers. Friday came and as usual he exited at 59th street but this time he said: "I see jew Monday baby." Marta was horny as hell all weekend she abused her pillow to the max. She was fine until she went to church on Sunday. Then the reality of what she had done with her molester became clear. On Monday she decided to go to the end of the platform and avoid the car near her usual exit. She didn't see him of course and truthfully she was disappointed. She looked for him on the platform at 59th street as a crowd got off. She spotted him on the platform looking in each passing subway car as if searching for someone. Their eyes met for an instant and his expression was a combination of hurt and fury. Marta was glad the doors to the train had closed already. Marta avoided him again the next day. And the day after that by riding in different cars. What she didn't know was how determined a man Juan Rodriguez really was; and that he'd already decided that he would have her. He would ride the train to the end of the line if that is what it would take. By day two he chose to stand by the door so that he could look out at every stop to see when she got off. He was 99% sure she lived in the Bronx. Sure enough she got off a first stop, Yankee stadium. He got off also but gave her a lot of distance as he followed to see where she went. He seamlessly blended into the Bronx neighborhood. He was just another brown face among the many. He watched her go into a six story building on the grand concourse he assumed that was where she lived. He left his maintenance job early the next day and waited for Marta in her building under the stairwell. There wasn't a lot of traffic in and out of the building but he got in the locked door as someone else came out. The space under the stairwell was perfect. It was dim and shadowy but he could see what was going on in the lobby. Marta was like clockwork. She came in the door and waited in front of the elevator. He stepped out of the shadows and greeted her in his most gentlemanly fashion. "Hola mami where jew been? Why jew hidin fro me? " Marta's heart raced in fear. She couldn't believe that he had actually followed her. "Don worry mija I not going to hur jew I just want to see jew Ok?" He said assuredly Marta was pissed that they didn't have any kind of security in the building. He walked over to Marta and kissed her with such passion and intensity it took her breath away. He grabbed her ass from behind and massaged it in the same deliberate, possessive way he did on the train. Marta would have been humiliated to have been so manhandled in the lobby of her building if she hadn't been so turned on. He kissed her again a walked toward the door. "I see you tomorrow mami don hide from me nena Ok I miss you baby." Jew wanno see me here or en el tren" he said raising a brow and pointing to his chest. The look implied it was her choice, but that he was going to see her either way. Marta just shook her head Ok and began to climb the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. She was both turned on and terrified. She wanted to tell Priscilla badly but Priscilla was such a drama queen she would have the police, fire department and ambulance there any minute. She didn't understand being both afraid and flattered. There was nothing special about him. She didn't know his name nor could she describe him if she tried. The only thing memorable about him was his smell. He smelled warm, familiar and manly. It wasn't cologne but something very natural that reminded her of her womanliness and need The next day Marta was obedient she did not avoid him. She resumed her usual place on the pole and waited for him to get on at the next stop. He made her less nervous on the subway. He just seemed like another person. He made her feel afraid and even dirtier in her building however. As usual he humped and squeezed humped and squeezed only this time he proceeded in a low breathy whisper to interrogate her about her love and sex life. She finally admitted to not being married but she would say no more. He wanted to know who she was fucking how often when the last time was if she liked it as much as him. He didn't really seem as interested in a response as he was in turning himself on by the questions. Martha was bothered by the fact that all would be answered no anyway. Something insider her felt resentful that she had been saving herself. Saving herself for what? She thought. Maybe Priscilla was right she would soon shrivel up. By the Friday of week two he was beginning to take for granted that Marta wanted him too. He stood on the platform and Marta could see him look in the car for her each day. Her heart actually skipped when she saw him but just on principle she avoided him sometimes. There was something she liked about his persistence when she was coy. He would gently place his hands on the side of her hips move his chin into her hair and place her body in front of him until she was exactly where he wanted her to be. That Friday he was wearing a light raincoat. He got on the train stood behind her and unbuttoned the coat. By the time the next wave of people got on the train the coat was open and Marta's ass tucked safely inside. He brazenly lifted the back of her skirt then unzipped his fly. Marta was unnerved by his boldness that she moved away for a minute but there he was again. She knew that feeling her heat would give him even more confidence and betray her seeming reluctance. She had to admire his subtlety however. No one seemed to be aware of the molestation but her. Soon Marta felt him tug at the back of her panties and she could feel a waft of the subway air on her naked backside. Then there was something soft and clammy but also hard and determined working its way between her thighs. "Te gusta mami Jew been waiting for this no? " He pumped and pumped between her thighs. Martha's legs parted instinctively. When they did he pushed hard and squat ever so slightly so that she could feel the head of his naked cock almost at the entrance to her pussy. Marta was more than hot then and getting wetter with each stroke... He began the mumbled stream of questions again" " when did you have it? is jew man as good as me? do Jew like me mami? She pressed herself against him he took five quick strokes then she felt something wet and warm between her thighs Suddenly the thought of getting pregnant by the presumptuous stranger brought her back to reality she recoiled from the wetness. "Don worry baby,I never hur Jew OK? He took out something from his pocket that felt soft and clean and began to wipe at the mess. Again there was something about the little gesture that made Marta feel inexplicably safe with him. So it was without questions or protest that she got off the train with him at 59th street. He literally took her by the hand and led her off the D train and down to the stairs to the other line bound for Queens. They said nothing the entire ride he just held her hand and led her through the subway station and later through the streets of his neighborhood. He stopped at a bodega to get a six pack of beer. Then took her hand again as they walked to a dingy building in a dingy neighborhood. Marta still could not understand why she was not afraid and just why she followed him so willingly. Finally they got to his house. They opened a gate and went down some stairs. He lived in a basement. He opened the door and Marta smelled the comforting aroma of baking bread, roasting meat and garlic. A woman yelled at him in Spanish "juan la cena está casi lista" she yelled (juan the dinner is almost ready) "Yo comeré un poco más adelante yo voy a tomar una ducha." He yelled back (I will eat a little later I'm going to take a shower) Marta learned that he shared a house with his sister, brother and their three children. Luckily they lived upstairs Marta was not in the mood for polite conversation. Her only desire at that moment was to have her body satisfied. They went to his small dimly lit bedroom where there was a double sized mattress and box spring on the floor. Normally Marta would have been repulsed by the sweaty sheets and unmade bed but her horniness made her overlook it all. Other than the bed the room was unusually neat for a man's and he even had a novena burning on the simple dresser. Three pairs of shoes were lined up neatly near the small closet where the clothes were hung more neatly than her own at home. He took off his coat and then reached for hers he hung them up both, and then opened a beer. He offered it to her, when she refused he took a sip then sat on the bed with his legs apart and pulled Marta between them with his free hand. To her own amazement Marta was soon lying on top of him and kissing him as passionately as he had kissed her the day before. He put the beer on a night table beside the bed then proceeded to vigorously knead her ass again as they kissed. "Jew like me mami? Do I make jew feel good? jew got a man mami? Dos he make jew feel good like me?" He hissed. Again Marta did not respond but something about the way he spoke made Marta know that he knew she had very little sexual experience. She could feel him getting hard under her and the position of her clit was in perfect alignment with his cock. She was getting heated again. He took off her blouse and bra and began to tenderly suck her breast. Then he teasingly licked each nipple with the tip of his tongue until they were uncomfortably hard. The hard nipples tingled and made her pussy burn. Before then she had only experienced them hardening when she was cold. Before she realized it she was unbuckling his pants and pulling at his underwear. she was only slightly embarrassed by her horniness this time. He got up to take off his shirt, pants and underwear. For the third time in her life Marta saw an erect penis. It wasn't as large as Rueben's but much harder and more eager. He pulled her back on top of him with only her skirt on and her panties down around her ankles. He used his feet to kick the panties off then spread her thighs apart from behind and bent her knees. The position was awkward, but soon Marta felt the familiar searing pain in her crotch which made her cry out, then the wonderful warmth and hardness. He was inside her and he felt wonderful Marta began to writhe hungrily. "Jew like this I know, jew do talk to me nena He lay back on the grayish sheet, held Marta by her thighs then started his own humping motion with Marta's face buried in his hairy chest. He wasn't exactly "springtime fresh" but she loved his mannish smell. Marta's humping had made him hotter soon he flipped her over and started to pound her pussy with slow deep strokes. He reached a place that Rueben had not been and Marta welcomed him by opening her legs wide then folding them around his lower back. But he removed them he needed room to rest oh his palms so that he could look down and watch his cock squeeze in and out of the tight wet pussy surrounded by succulent brown lips. He loved the fact that she'd screamed a little at first. It made him feel powerful and even hornier. Soon Juan began his breathy interrogation again. Jew want this all the time right mami, can I be your man? Marta Still didn't answer she just pushed her body up to meet his ravenous stroke. When they finally finished an exhausted Marta lay on top of him again. She fell asleep wondering why the smell of beer, musk and the grimy sheets did not offend her. A little later she awakened to the sound of his heartbeat. Her slow eyes drowsily surveyed the room. She looked over at the night table there was the beer a clock and a photo of a woman she thought for a moment was herself, well maybe in about ten years. She had Marta's dark hair, high cheekbones and deep set melancholy eyes that reminded one of a medieval Madonna. The woman was wearing a tranquil smile and a beautiful magenta blouse. It was a light bulb moment for Marta. She realized then what she was to Juan. The woman in the photo was most likely his woman. Someone he was dearly missing. Strangely Marta didn't feel the least bit offended. Deep down she knew she was no ravishing beauty at most she was the kind of woman with which a man could grow comfortable. She almost laughed out loud when she remembered how furious her mother had been when she found out their father had been cheating with a woman who looked much liker her. What was the point she wanted to know you neglect me for more of the same stupido. In a moment Rueben stirred under her then moved in a slight grinding motion as if to remind her of why she was there. The grinding made her stomach flutter and her pussy twitch again in anticipation. Juan then moved her arms apart and place them on the edge of the mattress. Then he began to slowly creep downward while still under her. Marta felt his warm breath first on her neck, then between her breast, her torso, down to her navel then he stopped at her mound. She wondered how he could breathe. She was suddenly very shy it seemed like eons since she had showered that morning. He did not seem to mind however. She was still gripping the sides of the mattress and felt slightly uncomfortable with him under her that way. But the discomfort did last long. Soon she felt something hard and soft and wet on the spot only her fingers knew well. She could hear him take a breath then he began to bathe the spot with his tongue. Marta had never felt anything like it. She had never even heard about it. She wondered if Priscilla had ever had the experience. She wanted to scream, laugh and cry and beg him to stop all at once but all of her emotions instead come out as a low and lusty moan which had the effect of making him hotter and even more determined for her to explode; and Marta did explode. She felt as if she had lost her Virginity all over again. It turned out that Marta's hunch about him was right. He was married with a family who was anxiously waiting for him to return home or save enough money to bring them also to the States. Marta of course was not happy about being with a married man, but not unhappy that he had chosen her to provide one of the comforts of home.