No refractory period, baby…

She looked down at the cock that bobbed in front of her eyes, still hard. “No…”

“Yes. Get on the couch.”

She obeyed, staring in shock at my dick.

“Spread your legs.”

She lifted them, opening herself to me. I ripped her panties off in a single movement.

“Wait, wait, wait, we can talk about this, we can negotiate, anything, just not my peach, I could…I could…”

I leaned over her, “You have nothing to negotiate with, because you have nothing I can’t take. Say it,” I ordered, slapping my dick against her clit, prompting a moan and a thrust of her hips up towards me.

“I…have nothing to negotiate with. Because you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Close enough.”

She shuddered, but before she could respond, I thrust into her. Not the single thrust I’d used with Diamond’s experienced cunt, or Asa’s rapid thrusts of slowly increasing depth. Instead, I pushed my thick dick into her slowly stretching her inch, by inch, of unrelenting, unceasing pressure.

Her eyes were locked on mine, her cum covered face going slack as she realized this was really happening, I was really claiming her pussy, the pussy that no one had fucked since her husband had died.

When I finally hilted in her, my groin brushed her clit and she started to cum. And didn’t stop as I fucked her. I quickly started to order her to keep cumming, And she did.

I’d genuinely never experienced anything like it. She started cumming when I filled her fully and didn’t stop until I filled her ‘peach’ with my seed. And it was then that I realized she’d actually passed out somewhere in the middle of it. Which hadn’t stopped her from continuing to cum on my cock. That was one mission done, but I wasn’t going to leave it at that.

I grabbed my phone and checked that she’d actually sent me the begging video, which she had. Then I picked her up and carried her up to the bathroom and casually put her in the shower and turned it on. “Wha--” she squirmed up to her feet and turned it off. “What happened?”

“I made you cum until you passed out.”

“No. No way, that’s impossible!”

I started to argue, but then saw she was staring at my still-hard-dick.

“This is what a real man is like, when he’s got a hot, juicy piece of ass.”

“My husband never--” she cut herself off.

“Well, maybe he was a pussy, or maybe you weren’t a good wife.”

She shuddered at the humiliation of that, and the insult. “He was a great man!”

“Then you were a bad wife.”

Silent shaking extended from her head down to her ass.

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Then you’re saying that he could make you cum like that?”

She shook her head.

“Then the problem had to be you. Right?”

There were a lot of problems with that logic, but she nodded after a moment of the app working on her.

“Say it.”

“I was,” she sobbed, “a bad wife.”

“But you’re a good fuckdoll. Now, go get yourself dolled up in the sexiest clothes left in this house and join me in your bedroom. You’ve still got one hole to claim.”

Her eyes widened, but she nodded, eyes flicking to the phone in my hand for just a moment, then to my cock.

“Oh, and if you want me to use lube, you’ll have to get it out of Asa’s room, it’s in the back of her wardrobe’s bottom drawer. Along with some other things we might need if we stayed over. Like a ball gag to keep Asa from making too much noise…”And make sure you clean that hole for me, if there’s any shit on my dick when I’m done with you, I’ll make you lick it off!”

I walked away, and pulled up the app once I was in her bedroom.