The Anal Wife by Claire Castillo

I: GOODTIME CHARLEY

"I think it's something we have to try," said Charley Bunkers. "We've been
married a while now and I think we could use a little experimenting."

Susan winced at the idea. She put down her cup of coffee and inspected her
husband's face to see how serious he was. His broad shoulders and hairy chest
caught her eye. She looked at his curly dark hair and his dark eyes. He was
smiling.

"Charley," she said, brushing back her own blonde mane, "just because we've
been together for a year or two doesn't mean we have to go and start
experimenting like that. I really don't see the purpose." She pulled her blue
terry cloth robe close around her big tanned titties. Only the creamy tops
remained in view. "Seriously," she continued, still put off by the thought, "I
don't think it would be good." She was worried about her little hole, but she
also wondered what it would feel like. Her husband's big prong, she figured,
would probably destroy her if he used it in the manner he was suggesting. "And
besides," she said, "there are health reasons, too."

"Nonsense," said Charley, "we can take care of that. Doc told me all about it.
No problem at all."

She blushed at the thought of her husband having asked another man, even the
family physician, about such intimate and Sexual details. "You know," she.
said, "I don't think it's right, your going around and asking people like
that." Her blue eyes flashed at him.

"Don't be silly," said Charley, scratching his arm and not really looking at
Susan. "Doc wouldn't tell a soul." He stood up. "I'm gonna shower and get ready
for Dave and Gloria." He came over to Susan's side of the table and leaned over
her. "Gimmee a feel," he said, reaching into her robe and palming her two big
titties. "What a pair of knockers," he whispered. "I love `em."

"Don't call em knockers," she moaned, pulling away. "It's not nice, Charley."

"Hey," said Charley, "I just had an idea. We can ask Dave and Gloria about it.
Maybe they'll know something we don't."

"Charley!" she exclaimed, "You wouldn't dare!" She knew he was joking, but she
didn't want to take any chances.

"Just kidding," he said. "I better get moving, or they're gonna get here and
see me in the buff."

Susan glanced down at her husband's crotch. His muscle was large and thick. "I
bet Gloria would be happy to see that thing of yours," she whispered. She
reached out and palmed Charley's joint. "Oh, my," she said, "I could never get
something like this anywhere near being inside me like that."

"You'd be surprised what you can do," said Charley, "if you put your mind to
work on it." He smiled and gave Susan a kiss on the mouth. Then he went on his
way to the bathroom.

She heard the shower go on and mused over her coffee. She wondered where
Charley had gotten the idea, what had started him thinking about it. She'd
never heard anyone talking about such a thing, and she herself, though she knew
people did it, had never spoken with anyone who had. Actually, if she told the
truth, she was curious about whether or not it was possible,, and what it might
feel like. Just the thought of it made her nipples start to rise. She even felt
a small battalion of chills start to climb her smooth tanned thighs. "Oh, God,"
she muttered into her coffee, "what would Mother say?"

An hour later she sat with Gloria in the living-room. Dave and Charley were out
in the backyard. "Frankly," said Gloria, "I think it would be good for you.
It's not like it's evil or something, you know." She was twenty4w¢, a year
older than Susan, and she'd been married about a year longer. She adjusted her
short skirt and continued. "When Dave first suggested it to me, I had the same
feelings you do. I was scared about what it would do to me. I thought it was
dirty and all, and I couldn't stand thinking about it. Now, well, now..."

Out in the back yard, Charley broached the subject with Dave. "The thing is,"
said Dave, "you got to work her into it. Start out with your finger or
something. You know, something small. Always keep her wet though. If she's not
good and wet, it'll be tough going. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," said Charley, "sure. Sure I know what you mean. But she always gives me
so much shit, you know? I feel like slapping her around or something just to
get her back in order. It pisses me off, you know? I mean there it is, perfect
little brown hole and she gets all upset just because I happen to look at it or
something. It's a bummer, man. I don't know what to do about it." He tossed a
rock against the fence at the back of the yard.

"Well," said Dave, "don't let her give you any shit next time. Just grease her
up and stuff it. Once she gets going, she won't be able to stop. You'll see.
That's how it was with Gloria." He smiled and winked at Charley. "Besides,
you're a lot bigger and stronger than she is anyhow. So what can she say?"

"Fuck shit piss cunt. . .you dirty fucking bastard!" is what she said,
screaming her lungs out and flailing like a' fish out of water, finally
flipping onto her belly. "Charley," she moaned, "you said you were just gonna
try it a little." She reached down and grabbed her butt. They'd climbed into
bed that night with the thought of having a little normal intercourse, and
slowly but surely Charley had worked his hands, and his wife's temperament,
toward the anal sex. But when he finally pushed his finger into the tube, she
went wild, screaming and hollering obscenities at him, complaining about the
pain. "Jesus," she grunted, "how could you!"

"You talk about it as if I was fucking raping you," he said, lighting a
cigarette. But then he suddenly put the cigarette out. "I'm not taking this
kind of shit from you," he said in an angry voice. "Roll fucking over."

She stared at him with fright in her eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me," he said "Roll the fuck over." He pushed her over on her belly.

"Charley!" she protested, trying to wiggle free. "Please. . . no. . . come on
and no . .. " He was on her back with her hands pinned up above her body. He
took both of her small wrists and tied them together with one strong hand of
his own. He reached back with his other hand and started fingering the crack
between her buns "I don't care how much you wanna wail, Susan. We're going to
do this." He reached his finger down into her cunt, approaching from the rear,
and then came back up with plenty of natural grease. He coated the slot and
rubbed up and down, back and forth between the smooth firm cheeks. She had a
natural tan and the only place where her body was white, creamy white, was on
her ass, on her cheeks. He stuffed his finger into the iris hole and jammed
down deep.

"Ooooh, fuck!" she cringed. "It's killing me, Charley. Come on. Please. No
more. That's enough for tonight Please." She tried to squirm free, but since he
sat on the small of her back, held her hands captive with one hand, she had no
way to get free. His finger continued to plunge and twist in her anus. "It's
too big," she said, "please" She begged him, but no matter how much she moaned,
he would not let her go. He wanted to make sure that the. next night her anus
was significantly stretched out and ready. Finally, he took his digit out, of
her asshole and lay off to the side. She stopped crying out at him.

"See?" he said. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He patted the smooth white
globes of ass flesh. `There, there," he said. "Isn't that nice?" He ran his
finger up and down between the cheeks without penetrating the hole. He caressed
the groove. "You have a nice little anal vagina there, Susan, and it's kind of
like you're a virgin today. This was the first finger-fucking for your asshole,
and tomorrow we'll get going with it again and in a few days, you'll be an anal
fuck that we'll both enjoy."

"I doubt' it," she said. But she had to admit that there was a flow of juice
from her cunt that was so plentiful that it couldn't be denied. She was
puddling on the sheets under her belly, even though her asshole still ached
from the driving pressure of his finger in her tube. "I don't know if I'll ever
really like it," she said, "but it sure is different."

She climbed out of the bed. "Where you going?" he asked. "I got a hard-on a
mile long here."

"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I have to go to' the bathroom." He
watched her smooth hips and long legs carry her lovely ass cheeks out of the
room. She closed the door to the john behind her and locked it. Taking a mirror
from the vanity table, she spread her legs and lifted the piece of reflecting
glass to an angle that afforded her a view of her buns and the little brown
hole between. She saw the tight ring of muscle and the shiny juice around it.
"Well," she mumbled to herself, "it certainly doesn't look, like it's been
wounded or anything." She put the mirror aside and took out a tube of lubricant
from the medicine cabinet. "Maybe he'll be pleasantly surprised if I bring this
stuff back with me." She flicked out the light and went back to the bedroom.

"Charley," she said, climbing into the bed along side him .with the tube of
grease out of sight, "maybe, well,. I've been thinking. Maybe it would be
better for us to get it all out of the way at once. You know what I mean?"

Charley smiled. "Good baby," he said. "That's the kind Of thinking a man likes
to hear from his wife I'll go get some grease and--." She Showed him the tube
of lubricant. "Hey," he, said, "now you're using your head." He took the tube
from her and twisted off the cap. "This stuff will make it so easy. You won't
believe it."

She. rolled over without his asking. "I hope it's good," she. said. "If it
hurts too much will you pull out when I say so?"

"Of course, darling," said Charley, really not. paying much attention to what
he was saying. He spread. a thin line of ooze down into the narrow brown crack.
"There," he said, "just the way it should be." He put the tube aside and used
his finger to work the ooze into the area around her anus. "Have to be sure to
get the hole nice and greasy," he said. He Used his index finger to push the
sphincter full of lubricant. He packed `the stuff in - not really all that much
of it but enough to be sure - and wiped his fingers on her slick cheeks.

"I think it's going to be alright," said Susan, shaking her fanny just for the
hell of it. "Does it look good to you?". She reached back and pulled her ass
cheeks open with two hands.

"It looks perfect," said Charley. He leaned down and inspected the narrow
groove and the hole embedded in the folds of her ass flesh. "It's a perfect
little entrance there. It's gonna be just right. You wait and see."

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"You want me to put some lubricant on your penis?"

"That's right," said Charley. His wife rolled over and took the tube and some
of the grease from it. "Go on," he said, "and lubricate my big boner, baby.
Make it nice and soft and' slippery." She spread her fingers out and wrapped
them around his big meat. She stroked the grease into the ridges of his hefty
cock. She kneaded the flesh of his boner until the whole thing shined. "That's
the way, Susan," he said. "Get it nice and ready." Soon she was using two
hands, rubbing his flesh pole with all ten fingers, rolling the heavy beef
steak in. her palms. "There," he said, finally, "that's the way., it should be
all the time."

Susan looked up and smiled. "I sure hope this works," she said. Then she rolled
over and showed him her buns and her asshole. "Go on," she said, "and make it,
Charley. We can't put it off any longer."

"Right," he said. "Let's go." He climbed between his wife's smooth thighs and
pressed his fingers around the globes of her ass. He leaned forward and lowered
his jumbo flesh spear into place between her buttocks. By pressing down with
his hips, he sandwiched his meat between her buns. The initial strokes were
merely for the purpose of sliding back and forth in the soft, well-greased
canyon, and he had no intention of spiking her anus right away. He wanted to
take his time make sure that the head of his meat was polished and ready.

"It's nice that way," moaned Susan,, talking to the pillow. Her hands were
stretched out to hold onto the mattress. "I like the feel of that bone-on
between my buns like that." She tried to look behind her, but she couldn't get
an adequate view while laying flat. "What about if I get upon my hands and
knees?" she suggested.

"Sure," said Charley. "Why not?" He let her climb up on all fours. He changed
his' angle in order to accommodate the new `slope of the narrow crease. He used
his hands to hold the big soft buns apart, and then, when he had the right
position in the greasy canal, he pushed her creamy but tocks closed around the
shaft of his pecker.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "that's nice." She turned her head and was able to see a
bit of the way her husband's hips rocked on her rear end. His mighty shaft was
sliding to and fro in her ass crease, but he was yet to penetrate into the tube
itself. "It's gonna be good," she said. "Big, anyhow."

"Let's find out," he replied. She took hold of the bedboard in front of her.
Her legs were spread out for balance. Charley pulled one buttock away from the
crack and exposed the little hole. "There it is," he said. The thing was the
size of a large pearl, and it was colored dark. A narrow strand of braided
muscle made up ,the rubbery entrance. It tapered smooth. "Get set." he said,
pulling a bit at the sphincter with his finger.

"Oh, God," she moaned, like a virgin. "I don't know if we should after all,
darling. I don't know-"

"It's too late for that," said Charley. He pushed the mushroom, head of his
meat into the entrance.

"Uuumph," Susan grunted. "Is it in?"

"It's starting," he said. "It's getting there." He held her ass cheek back with
his hand. He used his other hand to guide the flesh arrow home on the target
Lunging forward, he used one long thrust to penetrate the entire length of
tight anal flesh.

"Ooooh, Christ!" hollered his wife. "Fucking asshole slut fuck pies it's too
fucking.. ooooooh!" She rolled her hips, tried to get away from the long thick
cock muscle grinding down in her anus., But it was no use. Charley had changed
his grip. As soon as he realized' how tight things would' be he grabbed his
wife around the hips and hugged her buttocks up close to his crotch. He pulled
her buns up around his penetrating meat He held her neck with his other hand,
in an iron grip, and he shoved down hard. His stroking phallus was securely
lodged in the anal crevice. There was no way that young Susan could possibly
escape him. He bore down hard and plugged her rear cavity with all of his hefty
bone-on.

"Shit," she murmured, her fingers turning white where she gripped the bedboard.
"I can't fucking stand it"

Ignoring her plea, he located a finger inside her twat He pulled out a little
in order to test her clit. The thing was stiff and nearly twitching. It was
coated with greasy juice. He probed at it, pushed and `pulled with his pinching
fingers, and made sure that this part of her body, as well as her asshole,
received plenty of sensuous stimulation. He could feel the ooze puddling in his
palm as he continued to flick her cut. His other hand held her steady at the
nape of her neck, and there he could feel her begin to sweat with a growing
sexual heat. "It's getting there," he said. "I can feel your body getting
hotter, babe. It's not gonna be long now. It's not gonna be long at' all."

She tried to ignore the feeling of ache in her asshole. She moaned under her
breath, "Oooh, shit fuck pies, it's killing me," but she ceased screaming and
hollering as she earlier had been doing. She rolled her butt mildly, trying to
get a feel for what it was like to have a little pump action in her anus. She
could sense, as Charley had, the growing passion in her twat and the plentiful
supply of ooze. "Ahhhh, crap," she swore, "I wish ... ahhhhhhh, shit!"

He was getting ready to shoot off up her anus. "It's happening, babe. It's
gonna be..." And with that he was orgasmic. He spurted hot creamy pudding into
her anal cavity, flooding the thing and drenching it with jism. "Ahhh,
perfect," he sighed, pulling back, "just the way I imagined it would be." He
still had half of his cock inside the squeezing anus muscle, and he was
enjoying the final squirts of ejaculation. His joint throbbed as the circle of
ass flesh massaged the sperm juice out of his stem and mushroom head. "Oooh,
yeah," baby," he said, "this is the best thing we've done in a long time, you
know that? Absolutely the fucking best!" He ripped his prick from her ass tube.
and lay back on the bed.

Susan let loose of the bed board and collapsed in a fetal position along side
Charley. "Wow," she said, "I don't know about you, but that took a lot out of
me."

"Sure, kid," said Charley. "I know what you mean. But it was worth it, eh?"

She was hard put to comment. Her buttocks ached, her tube felt sore, and it was
the first time for her. She knew her cunt was swollen with aroused passions,
but she felt like she had been through the mill. She climbed slowly off the bed
and looked in the floor length mirror on the wall opposite the foot of the bed.
Her belly was smooth and shiny with perspiration, and clit juice seeped from
her pubic forest. Her legs were long and golden tanned usually, but now they
were red and blushing, moist and heated. Her lovely pendular breasts were hot,
and they leaned sideways following the sprung pink nipples and brown caps. Her
face was crimson, `and her' blond hair was matted around the edges of her face.
"Jesus, Charley," she said, "I look a mess."

But Charley was regarding her buttocks, the full globes between Which he'd only
just finished spearing his dock. The buns were glowing, as far as he was
concerned, and his wife's long body. was about as hot looking as he'd ever seen
it. She looked like she could go another round, if he wanted It, but he didn't
dare tell her that that was what he had in mind. He gave her a few minutes to
recover from the first fuck she'd ever had up her asshole. "You look good," he
told her when she finally came back to bed. "Why don't I dry out your anus a
little bit and clean you off?"

"Sure," said Susan. "That's fine with me." She rolled over and exposed her
lovely crack. "Help yourself." Charley picked up a tissue from the box on the
end table beside the bed. He folded it into a neat square. He used two hands
and opened Susan's rump. He spread the silky buns and held the narrow flesh
groove apart. He used the Kleenex to wipe the walls and the area around her
punctured bunghole. "There you are," he said, drying off the little brown hole.
"Isn't that nicer

"Yes," she said, "that's very nice." But then, because she had her face buried
in the pillow and she didn't see what Charley was doing, she was suddenly
surprised by the feel of his big joint touching the area he'd just dried.
"Charley! No!" she wailed. "Oh, what the hell?" He was already on his way in,
sliding his pecker down into the anal canyon of love, filling her ass with his
hot thick cock flesh. "Ooooh, no . . ." she pleaded, but it was too late.
Charley had a good hold around Susan's waist, and more importantly, he had his
big bone-on fully buried in her ass flesh. There was no way he could stop now.

II: Best Friends

The following Monday morning, Susan Bunkers dressed in front of the mirror. Her
husband had already left for work, and her ass muscle was feeling considerably
better.

She had her panties on and she was inspecting her long pendular titties. The
cherry ripe nipples, for some reason, were fully extended. She looked closely
and noted that the big brown caps of her breasts were covered with tiny chills.
She'd only thought about the possibility of a little anal stimulation with her
finger for an instant, and just that one little fantasy had made her breasts
and her ass cheeks get hot and blush. "God," she said, "I must be a lot more
anal than I thought."

Wearing only her panties, she strutted through the house to the front door. She
locked it and pulled the blinds. Then she. went back to her bedroom and closed
that door, too. She took off her panties and in the morning dark of her bedroom
spread herself out, belly down, on the bed. She reached a hand back between her
buns and stroked the crease lightly. She used her other hand under her body,
between her legs, and poked around until she located her clit. "I may as well,"
she thought to herself, "give this anal sex a try alone."

She rubbed her clitoris several times in a row, and she used her long middle
digit to supply the inside of her vagina with a good fingering. Soon enough she
had a steady leak of ooze coming from the walls inside her young twat. It
didn't take long for there to be enough grease to use for coating her asshole.
She took her hand out from under her pelvis and rubbed her buns with her
fingers. Then she returned to the honey-well for more juice. She lay
spread-eagle on the bed fingering her cunt and lubricating her ass crease and
tube with the juice produced. "Oooh, yes," she murmured to herself, "it's going
to be nice to do this just the way I want to. Then I'll be able to tell Charley
exactly how I like it."

Soon she had enough clitoris juice, spread between her buns. There was a lot of
it in her asshole, too. She `kept a finger at her clitoris, but she
concentrated on playing with her, little hole. She stroked the entrance of the
tapered tube, and managed,' every now and then, to get the courage to push her
finger in and out of her hole. Soon she was blushing and sweating and getting
hotter and hotter. Her hips began to slide slowly back and forth, and her legs
spread wide so that she could keep playing with her clitoris and fingering her
vagina, too.

"Ooooh," she panted, "it's nice. It's really good." It didn't take Susan long
to get her two fingers working in a coordinated effort. One pumped across her
clit, the other back and forth in the first inch or so of her rear tube.
"Shit," she moaned, "this is getting better and better. Ooooh, yes. Very nice."

But it was just then that she heard a knock at the front door. She stopped
pumping her cunt and her asshole with her. fingers. She looked up and then
rolled over on her back. She waited, to see if the knocking would go away.
There was a pause and it started up again. Reluctantly, she climbed naked out
of bed. She slipped into her house coat and tied it at the waist. It was short
and landed above the middle of her thigh.. It left her splendid long legs'
uncovered, and if she hitched it up just a bit more, her pussy would have
shown. She tied it a bit tighter, just to be sure that her titties were covered
for the most part, and. made her way to the pounding at the front door. She
opened the peep hole and looked out. It was Dave, Charley's friend, Gloria's
husband.

She opened the door. "Dave," she said, "want a surprise!"

"I was in the neighborhood," he said, `"and I thought I might stop by and say
hello." He was wearing his work clothes, and because he was a salesman for a
hip group that sold clothes, his outfit was a leather jacket, a fly-away
collared shirt, long hair and a pair `of mod-levies with bell-' bottom cuffs.

"Come in, come in," said Susan. "I was just having some coffee."

She led the. way to the kitchen where luckily Charley had left a. pot of coffee
plugged in. She filled a couple of cups with the muddy brew and they sat at the
table. "Just waking up?" asked Dave with a suspicious smile. "Or what?"

"Well," she said, "it's just one of those mornings.". She smiled and crossed,
her luscious tanned legs. Her house coat rode up just covering her bush.
everything else was in plain sight, including, when she leaned forward over her
coffee, the tops of her big pendular boobies.

Dave couldn't help but take a good look at those mammoth mammaries. They were
perfectly shaped, long and pendular, with big brown caps and large cherry tips.
He blushed with the feel of hot blood rushing to his head. "You know," he said,
"Charley mentioned to me that you and he were doing some experimenting. I was
kind of wondering how that was coming along."

"Well," said: Susan, "I don't know exactly." An idea flashed in Susan's still
somewhat turned-on brain. "I wonder if you would .help me with something," she
said. "It'll only take a minute. And then I'll tell you all about our so-called
experimenting."

"Sure," said Dave, "glad to help. What is it?

"Follow me," said Susan Bunkers. She put down her coffee and led Dave to the
darkened bedroom. It was morning, but the shades were pulled and there was only
a dim light filtering into the bedroom She showed him what She wanted to do. "I
have to `move' this bed a little," she said. "I think I lost a necklace behind
the head of the thing last night." She leaned forward over the foot of the bed
and tried to pull on the foot board so as to move the bed. In doing so, her
housecoat pulled up and revealed the smooth cheeks of her ass. "I just can't
seem to get this bed to move," she said. She gave another artificial tug on the
bed and her cheeks bounced lightly from side to side. In that brief instant,
Dave had a breathtaking view of her little brown hole.

"Here," she said, "let me help." He leaned down alongside her and helped pull
on the bed. To do so, though, his arms brushed against hers, his hips touched
lightly on the side of her hips, and they looked sideways at each other. "I
think you need some help in a different. way, really," he said. He reached to
the back of her body, caressed her smooth cheeks with his open hand, and
squeezed firmly at the balls Of her ass. "Yeah," he said, noting the touch and
the contour of her flesh cheeks, "I know you need something else." She blushed
in admission of the fact. He allowed one finger to go sliding down into the
trough.

"I don't know if we `ought to do this," she said, heating quickly because of
her earlier masturbation. "I mean you're' Charley's friend and all."

"I'd let him do Gloria in the ass," said Dave. "So why not you and I?" He kept
his finger working between her soft buns. It was damp and wet enough there to
let him know that she'd been up to some sort of stimulating rubbing of her own
before he arrived. "You're getting hot awfully fast for a girl who's a bit
confused, eh?

"Yes," she said. "I mean, no, no I'm not. I just..."

He pulled her housecoat open and took her in his arms, pressing her hefty
boobies against his- open shirt. "I never realized how big your titties were,"
he said. "That's nice." He kissed her on the mouth and his left hand joined his
right in manipulating and feeling up her buttocks and her ass crack. "Yeah" he
said, kissing her shoulder. "That's nice." He rubbed her cheeks with his
fingers. He kneaded the flesh of her buns. Soon he placed a finger close to her
anus and started to push it inside.

"Oooh, God,". she mumbled. "That's really something. I mean. Oh, my . . .".

"Doesn't Charley .do it that way? he asked.

"Yes, but... ooooh, let's not talk about it. I just want to do it now. I'm so
fucking hot. You were right, Dave. I'm really fucking hot. I need it, you know.
It was all a game. I want it now. I'm so hot."

He took her onto. the bed where she `lay telling him how she hungered for
another feel, her second, of a cock up her. asshole. She was curious, she told
him, to see what it was like with a different price and to see what it was like
with a different man. She needed it, too, and it meant a lot to her that Dave
had come by just then. By the time she finished speaking, he was undressed and
climbing up on the bed.

"Let me see that prick of yours," she said. "I want. to feel it and rub it
between my fingers. I need to have something like that to keep me going."

He smiled and spread out on his back, giving her `full access to his meaty and
firming joint. She played with it with her light fingers, bowed down over it
and rubbed it between `her thick wet lips. She especially rubbed the mushroom
head. That part made her feel good. She coated the thing with her wet tongue.
She liked the shaft,' too. Soon she had him fully erect.

"It's big and hard," she said. "I like to see it that way. It's so thick. Just
like Charley's."

"I think you need it in your `butt, though, baby," said Dave. "Isn't that
right?"

"Yes," she said. "But I just thought."

"Roll over. No more thinking. Got any grease here?"

"In the drawer." She pointed behind him and lay down on her belly. He found the
tube of lubricant and unscrewed the cap. "You have a dildo?" he asked her.

"Yes, but what for? We only use it every now and then. I mean."

He'd found the dildo in the drawer. `"I just want to get you really hot,:
honey. That's all." He greased `the dildo and his cock, and he spread some of
the ooze between `Susan's smooth blushing ass cheeks. The ass flesh was soft
and slick, and when he finished spreading the juice, it was also very slippery.
"There," he said, "that's the way to start."

He turned on the machine and tested it out on his hand. "That's a good little
kick we have here for you. Just to get you going, baby doll." He put the rubber
prong, already vibrating, down close to Susan's asshole. "Just a little
preliminary rubbing to make sure you're `hot enough, eh?" He caressed her buns
with the machine and eventually made his way down into her asshole. He started.
at the outside edge, at the tapered entrance, and then he shoved it in hard.

"Ooooh, Christ," she said, "I never would have thought of that. Wow!" She
rolled her hips in order to get more of `the rubber prong up her little brown
hole. "Jesus," she grunted, "I love the feel of that. I wonder why we never
thought of `that before. Me and Charley, I mean. Mmmmmm,: good." She came up
higher on her hands and knees, shifted her pelvis back and forth and the rubber
nozzle shot forward another inch or two. The vibrating rubber blade continued
to work on her asshole.

"Is that good, eh?" asked Dave. "I mean you like that, right?."

"Yes," she said, "I certainly do."

"Then I have something else in mind, too. You have a douche bag?" he asked,
retracting the vibrator and turning it off.

"Yes," said Susan,, "but I don't' know what `you want to do with that." She
smiled and turned around, showing Dave her wet pussy. "Whatever would you want
with a douche bag?"

"Come. on," he said, "I'll `show `you." He took her' by the hand and she led
the way into the bathroom: There she spread out the rubber sack and the tube
that attached to the end of the thing. "This clamp," she said, "is the on-off
thing."

"Good," said Dave, taking the sack and filling it with warm water. When he had
the thing full `up he closed the toilet seat and sat down. "Come here," he said
to Susan, "and lay down across my lap. You'll like this." She followed his
instructions, lay down across .his legs with her titties hanging down and said:
"Oh, I haven't been in `this position since I was a little girl and my mother
spanked me."

"Well," he said, "get ready." He slapped her buns playfully, and then spread
them open. He took the black plastic nozzle at the end of the rubber tube and
shoved the thing into Susan's crack. He stroked, as he would have with his
finger, between her buttocks. `Then, when he thought she was ready, he pushed
the hefty little plastic applicator down into her asshole.

"TJuuuuumph," she grunted, "that thing doesn't feel too bad at all."

"You just wait," said Dave, getting hold of the on-off clamp. "The best is yet
to come. Get ready now. Hold your breath." He released the clamp and squeezed
on the bag of water. Down through the tube went the beginning of Susan's enema.

"Oooh, Christ," she muttered, "it's filling me up. Fuck, what are you doing?"

"Just hold still," said Dave, "or you'll make a, mess." He kept the black
plastic prong stuffed in her sphincter, and he continued' to squeeze the water
out of the bag, through the tube, and into her anal cavity. He pressed the bag
until it went flat.

"I feel like a balloon," she cried. "Get me the fuck off of here. I can't stand
it. It's too fucking much. Please..."

"Just hold on," said Dave. "As long as your over my lap, you don't have to
worry." He pulled the black nozzle out of her anus. "There," he said, "is that
better?"

"I'm gonna explode," she shouted. "Oh, Christ, let me sit down." He let her up
pulled up the toilet seat, and she sat down. The running water came streaming
`out of her anus into the toilet. She sat there blushing with her cunt leaking
and draining herself. "Jesus," she said softly, her body sweating and her
titties damp and excited, "I never would have believed.! could hold that much
in there. What a fucking thing to do! I don't understand it, but I feel hotter
than ever."

"Sure you do," he said. "Now for a quick shower, and then stage two, eh?"

They both went naked into the shower, a steamy hot spray of fresh water. They
scrubbed each other with soap and water, and made sure that their assholes and
their genitals were especially clean. It didn't take long for Susan to begin
feeling that she was hot and homey, and Dave couldn't deny, with his big boner
busting out all over, that he, too, felt something more than the normal
passion. They turned off the water and dried each other with soft towels. "It's
gonna be a good one," said Dave. "You just wait." He patted her titties, her
belly, and then he had her turn around, and he dried her cleansed buns. He made
sure that the. crack was especially well prepared `by having her bend over. "I
just want to get a good look-see to make sure you're ready." She crouched with
her hands on her knees and he pulled' her buns apart with his two hands. The
brown crevice was as neat and ready as could be. The tiny sphincter hole was
also open and clean. "Good," said Dave, "I think we can go back to the bedroom
now." He had her stand up and when she turned around he gave each of her two..
pendular titties a good little tweaking.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand, "let's go." She was dumbfounded by his
confidence and his ability to show her things about her body which she did not
formerly know.

In the bedroom he had her stretch out on her belly. "First, before we go any
further, we have to grease up again, eh? May as well be ready for the best
possible fuck up the asshole, right?"

She smiled and reached back, pulled her firm little buns apart, and displaying
her hole in this manner, waited for him to spread the lubricant. Dave took the
tube in hand. He unscrewed the cap. He squeezed it, like tooth paste, down the
length of the trough. He filled the grove with the clear lube stuff, and then
made sure to push the applicator end into Susan's asshole in order to get the
inside as greasy as possible.

"Oooh, God," she moaned, "that feels so nice and slippery."

"Sure it does," said Dave. "Has. to if we're going to `have a good time in
there,, hey?" He put some of the grease on his cock and then put the tube away.
"Now for the beginning of the real fun," he said, putting a finger between her
cheeks. He spread the' juice all' along the walls of her buttocks, rubbed her
cheeks back and forth, and made sure that he got a proper feel of the bottom
of' the canyon. It only took him a minute or two to get the hole filled with
juice and finger at the same time, and it only took Susan about a half a minute
to get to rocking her buns up and down, swiveling her hips, sliding around with
Dave's finger pressing into her sphincter muscles. "Shit," she moaned, "it sure
does feel nice like that. What about a finger for my twat, too?"

"Of course, my dear," said Dave. He slid one hand around Susan's trim hip and
came up under her pelvis, sliding his finger into her pussy, playing with her
clitoris for a moment or two, and then arranging' his digit strokes so that
each thrust rubbed both her clit and the inside of her cunt. Simultaneously, he
jammed his anal finger into her asshole tube, deeper than before, and twisted
against the ring of greased flesh. "Ahhhh, slit," panted Susan, "now we're
getting someplace, eh? Oh, yeah!"

She pumped her buttock and her twat up and down, rolled her ass and her pussy
at the same time so as to spread the digit feel to every possible part of her
body. `She used her rolling hips, her sliding legs and Dave's two fingers to
jack herself up the ecstasy ladder. Soon she was getting so hot that she nearly
demanded that he fill her cunt with yet another finger, and her asshole with
his pecker. "I'm ready, God damn it," she grunted. "Come on and fuck me up the
bunghole. Come on ... ahhhhh, shit... I'm ready!"

Calmly, Dave said softly, "Good, baby. Really good. Just take it easy," and
speaking to her quietly like this, he lifted his huge flesh prong up to the
space between her buns, slid up the back filling the narrow groove, and
sandwiched his cock between the two slippery cheeks. "No," she complained, "I
want it in now, I want it inside me."

He kept his hold on her twat button with one hand, and with the other hand he
guided his meaty prong into her anus. At first the mushroom head would not fit,
it would not slide in. But then, when he pulled her left ass cheek away from
the slot, he saw the problem. He needed a slightly more acute angle, and
achieving this, he pushed forward and thrust his flesh spear into `place down
the channel. "Perfect," he Grunted.

"Ahhhhhh ... yes!" she cried. "Ooooh, God, that thing is fat! Fucking fat. It's
so fucking good and full now. I like it, Dave. I like it so much. Oh, Charley's
going to be surprised when I .... 0000oobh ahhhhhhhhhh . . . fucccccccck!fl"

He pounded down into her anus, filled her tube with his mighty flesh stick,
gave her the full treatment in her bunghole all at once. There was no stopping
him. He was determined to give her all of his `meat at once. He ground his bone
so far into her cavity that she thought she would never see the end of it. He
rammed as hard and as fast as he could, and his groin went flush with her
cheeks. There was slippery ooze, from the lubricant, and plenty of juice from
her twat, everywhere. It was a long, sliding fuck in Susan's delightful little
asshole. `Soon she was screaming and hollering about how she loved a man with a
big cock, about how she never got enough of it from her husband, but now she
would, about how she loved to fuck, especially up her asshole, now that she had
discovered the bliss of it.

"Jesus," grunted Dave, "shut up and let me come." He shot forward, pumped one
last difficult inch into the anus, and let loose with his wad of jism. "There,"
he said, squirting off in Susan's asshole. "That's the way I like it. Nice and
full . .. of... come!" He screwed his way back out of the hole, yanked himself
free of the sphincter, and they both collapsed next to each other.

They were breathless and heated. Their bodies were sweating, and they were both
juicy around the genitals. "Fuck," grunted Susan, panting and gasping to catch
her breath, "this post-coital hots is really something. Wow!" She rolled over
and kissed Dave on the lips. "Thank you," she said, "I really liked that. But
you know what?"

"What?" asked Dave.

"I hate to. say this, but we better get this place cleaned up. Charley's gonna
be home pretty soon and I don't want to have to explain this to him at all."

"Fuck" said Dave, "you're right. He might not understand my shoving my prick up
his wife's asshole. Even if it was just in good fun." He climbed out of bed and
made his way to the bathroom. where he cleaned up. Meanwhile, Susan took care
of tidying up the bedroom and getting the place more or less in order. Soon
everything looked as it was when Dave arrived. When he came back to the bedroom
and dressed, he said: "Well, I guess we never did find that necklace of yours."

"Oh, no," said Susan, "but we sure did find something just as precious!" She
meant, of course, the fuck up her anus.

III: THE SECOND TIME AROUND

"All I want to do," lied Susan, "is watch TV Can't you understand that?" She
was talking to Charley, and It was two nights later. She was wearing her
housecoat and it was well after eleven. She sat in front of the television and
she hoped that he wouldn't believe her complaint about his molesting. her. She
wanted him to come on strong, and she figured if she played hard to get, he
would put up more of a fight. Besides, she was beginning to feel that
anticipating the fuck was as much fun as the thing itself. Her nipples rose as
she said: "Please stop touching me like that."

Charley pressed his fingers lightly around her nick. "Come on, baby," he said,
L "we haven't had a good anal fuck since three days ago. You got to give me
some."

"Oh, Charley," she moaned, beginning to blush. He stood behind her, reached
down over her shoulders into her house coat He could see her long naked legs
sticking out from under the coat and his hands slid down on her chest, taking
hold of her nipples and tweaking them. He used one hand to go even further,
sliding down along her belly, across her pelvis and into her bush. "Jesus," she
moaned, giving way at last, "thank God you're persistent." She reached to her
belt and undid the cloth coat She took his hand and guided the finger into the
vicinity of her clitoris. She used his finger like a dildo, pressing it against
her clit, moving it just the way she liked it.

"That's better," said Charley. "That's a little more like it." He gouged out
her hole and filled the twat cave with his, index finger. He gave the clit a
good little thrashing and before long he had a handful of juice in which to go
sliding around between her soft thighs. "Wow," he said, "you're just as hot as
I am."

"Of course," she said.

"Why'd you say no?" he asked.

`"Just 'for' fun,". she answered in a. little girl's voice. "Just to see what
you would do." She smiled and `stood up out' of the chair. She turned around
and let the small robe slide off of her' body altogether. "Wow!" exclaimed'
Charley, "that's my wife! Ain't she pretty!" He reached out over the chair and
pulled her face next to his. He gave her a long French kiss. His tongue toured
the inside of her mouth. "I love you,". he said when they broke away. He
stepped around the chair and pulled her naked body `against his flesh. He was
wearing only his underwear, and there in the crotch of the cotton briefs was a
significant bulge. "Mmm," she said, reaching down to the protuberant muscle,
"I'm gonna get me some of' that."

"Good," said Charley. "That will make us both happy." `He stood back a little
from her so that she could use both hands to rub on the soft underwear covering
his boner. "What a nice lump," he heard her say as she slid to her knees. "I
want that thing to be big and hard for me, Charley. I want to feel it with, my
fingers."

"Sure you do," he said. "It's only natural." She reached into his underwear and
his cock was so big and fat that she had to pull the elastic away from his body
in order to get the cotton briefs down and off without bending the erect penis.
"Mmmm," she said, finally having the thing exposed, "I'm gonna get some of this
in every hole in my body, Charley. You know what I mean?"

"Good for you, babydoll," said Charley as `he watched his wife's fingers begin
to play with his prick. She squeezed it hard with one hand and sucked off the
mushroom head with her thick wet lips. She sucked hard enough that it. felt
like a vacuum cleaner had been attached inside her face.

She was working up and down on the mushroom head, sucking and tugging with her
lips and her tongue in order to get him steamy and hot and passionate. "Oooh,
yeah," he said, lightly taking her head in his hands, "just keep that up and
I'll have a boner for you that you'll never get over." There was a smacking
noise from her .wet lips sucking so hard on the head of his meaty flesh stick.

"Alright," she said, taking' her mouth away from his cock "how's that?"

"That's good," he said. "You make me hard the way it should be." She came up
with her hands stretched. out around his torso. "I like the feel of your
muscular chest, darling," she said. "It makes me feel like a real woman when I
touch your manly titties, when I rub my fingers through the hair on your body."
But then she turned around. "Look at that little hole of mine," she said,
bending over so that he could see her full butt. "Look in there and- see if you
find anything you want."

Charley smiled. "I already know there's a treasure in there." He pulled her
buns apart with his hands and slid one finger down the long narrow groove. He
arrived at her anus. "How's your hole doing, baby?" he asked. "You getting to
be less of an anal virgin?"

"You bet I am," she said. "Come on inside that hole and see what you think
about it."

She remained bent over but she reached back with her own hands and held her
buttocks open for him. He was able to use his fingers for the purpose of
massaging her inner cheek walls and for playing around the entrance to her
tube. "There," he said, "that's nice." With that he pushed his finger into the
tube, deep into the tube, so deep, in fact, that Susan let out a wail: "Oh, my
fucking Lord! That's the way, Charley. Really gouge it out. I love that."

"That's the way I thought you'd like it," he said. "That's really good." He had
his finger buried in three or four inches of her tight little ass flesh and he
was loving every fucking minute of it. "I'm gonna fingerfuck you into anal
orgasm." He pressed in hard, just the way she liked it, and leaned down close
to her back so that he could get his other hand into position on her big full
titties. He massaged her fine mammoth breasts, tweaked the nipples and from
there descended with the same hand to her cunt hole. He found the thing leaking
and "wet, the clit high and mighty, ready for all the rubbing he wanted to give
it with his finger. He poked around, stabbing her vagina from time to time, but
for the most part he concentrated on getting that little greased button of hers
to twitching. "Mmmm," she hummed, ecstatic with the feel of his two working
fingers. "That's the way to fuck me, Charley. I like it when you get both holes
going at once." He could tell she meant it, too, because her neck was turning
bright red and her body was blushing with fresh perspiration. It wasn't a big
sweat, just a little dampness creeping up all over her fresh flesh. "Mmmm," he
moaned, "I like the way you get aroused, darling. It's like watching a rose
bloom."

"Oh, Charley," she moaned, "you're so romantic." He pushed his finger harder up
her asshole and she flinched for a minute. "Uuumph," she said, "that's really
getting up there." She didn't want to show any pain, but the finger was getting
so high up in her anal box that she felt like She had a shit inside her, or an
enema, or something too large. "It's awfully big," she said. "Maybe we ought to
use some grease to make sure .it's not going to get sore. O.k.?"

"O.k.," agreed Charley. He pulled his finger out of his wife's asshole, and
took his hand out from between her legs. His finger, the one that had been in
her cunt, was coated with juice. He wiped it off on her buttocks, and then they
went to the bedroom. Charley took out the tube of lubricant and noted that they
were going to need a new tube of grease after this fuck, and then he spread
some of the juice onto Susan's ass. She had spread out on the bed, buttocks up,
of course, and was waiting for just that moment "Oooh, God," she muttered as he
spread the cool ooze between her lovely ass cheeks, "Charley! Oh, God!" He went
sliding his finger up and down along the, narrow. groove, and soon he was ready
to push some of the ooze into her tube. "Get ready for the hot stuff," he said.
"I'm going to penetrate the little muscle now."

"I'm ready," she said. "Oh, God, am I ready!" She reached back and aided the
greasing by holding her buns apart. "Does that help?" she asked. "Can you get
to it better that way?"

Charley was staring down.. at the tube and the crack. "It's perfect like that."
Her buns were wide apart. The groove was perfectly open. The hole was entirely
vulnerable and ready for whatever' he wanted to do with it. The little tapered
entrance was shiny" with the surface grease, and the braided cord of muscle
which made up the sphincter circle was lightly browned. He pushed his finger
into it and went sliding down deep in order to make sure that the hole was
coated properly. "There you go," he said, yanking his finger out. "All set."

Susan kept her hands in place, around her own buns, so the, hole would remain
wide open. "All set is right," she said. "I feel like a grease puddle. Come on
and fill me up with that big thick boner of yours." She turned her head `around
and saw that `he was sliding some of the ooze around his joint. "Good," she
said. "This is going to be just right" She reached up and took hold of the
bedboard in order to have some lever. age. She wanted to be able to swing her
hips while her husband's cock was inside her asshole. That way it would be a
better anus fuck for them both. "I'm ready," she said. "Me, too," said Charley,
and he mounted her from behind.

To do so, he climbed up between her spread thighs. He lifted his cock into
position' between her slippery buns and speared the groove, not the tube. He
made a nice, neat flesh sandwich out of her buttocks and his beef steak. "First
a little slide just to get warmed up," he said. He also reached under `her
pelvis and pushed a finger into her wet twat to be sure that she was hot and
juicy there, too; He found her cut erect and throbbing. He pushed the thing
with his thumb and index finger in order to get it twitching at the fastest
rate possible. It didn't take long for Susan to start begging him to take his
cock and stuff it in her anus. "Come on," she moaned, "enough fucking around.
Stick it in me. Come on."

He could hardly refuse her. His bulging prick was now at full strength. The
slide between her ass cheeks had brought his joint to the perfect pitch. He was
ready to have intercourse in her `asshole tube. He guided the head of his meat
to the sphincter muscle and pushed downwards. The mushroom head went jamming
into place, filling up the tube and meshing with her tight rolling muscle.
"Ooooh, Christ all mighty!" she wailed, her fingers grabbing tight to the
bedboard. "Give it to me, Charley. Really sock it to me hard. You can go harder
than that. Get all the way in there. Do it like --" She stopped suddenly
because she was about to say: "Do it like Dave!" Fortunately, she didn't let it
slip Out. She bit down `and moaned: "Oooh, fuck.' Do it like you love me,
darling. Do it super hard to my anus. I want it all the way into my bowels."
She rolled her buttocks. so that they went flapping back and forth on the shaft
of his flesh spike. His meaty shank was getting more and more of a feel from
her ass flesh, and it wouldn't be long until the entire erection, his entire
penis, was .fully within the tube of his wife's fanny. "God damn fuck!" moaned
Charley. `This is the fucking best ever." He slapped his pelvis down hard so
that his groin was flat `against her cheeks. "Ahhhh, `oooh, yeah," she sighed.
"There it is. That's the way it should be. Now you have it inside. Ahhhhh
yessssss... that's soooo gooood!"

He pumped and she pumped and they took on a regular rhythm. Their bodies moved
together. She still had `her hold on the head of the bed and she used the hold
for leverage, so that she `could swing her hips and bounce her butt up and down
with her husband's cock grinding between her ass cheeks, far and deep inside
her anal bowels. "It's big," she said, sliding left and right, "and I like it."
He had his hand around her waist, still, and it was easy for, him to get her
clit going at full speed. Juice puddled in his palm. Her thighs sweated out
ecstasy. "Oooooh, Christ," she wailed, "any minute now and I'll be coming all
over you. It's gonna be nice, Charley. It's- gonna be.. . ahbhhh, there it is!"
Chills climbed up and down her body.- She shook with tremors, and her' body
quaked with the tremendous desire of climax and orgasm. "Jesus fucking asshole
shit piss.. . ahhhh done!"

She collapsed completely, let loose of her hold on the bedboard and lay there a
crumpled heap of flesh while Charley finished in her still flexed asshole
muscle. It didn't take long for his' pumping prick to release the full load of
sperm juice which shot forward into her anal cavity. It was all over a few
minutes later, and he pulled his still stiff joint out of her anus saying:
"That's just the way it should always be, Susan. Aren't you glad we didn't
watch TV instead? I mean, isn't this a lot better?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "I never doubted that it would be." Charley's wife had
changed in only a week from being afraid of a cock up her anus to enjoying it
completely, needing it. She was half-tempted, right then, to ask him to fuck
her up the asshole again. That's how far Susan Bunkers had come.

IV: THE LADY'S ANAL LUCK

When Susan answered the phone the following morning she was a bit groggy and
tired. She rolled over and still half-asleep, she spoke with Gloria. But she
couldn't quite figure out what Dave's wife had in mind. She was talking about
getting together and having some fun "just sitting around the house." But Susan
didn't know exactly, in her sleep, what Gloria was talking about.

But later that afternoon, when her long time friend finally showed up, she had
a good idea what was in store for her. "You mean that's what you called about
this morning?"

"Yes," said Gloria, Biting down on the sofa and pulling up her skirt so her
long smooth legs were completely in view. "Don't you think it would be nice for
you and I to have a little anal fun? I mean after all, our husbands do it with
us, and we've known each other at least as long as we've known them. Right?"

"Well, yes," said. Susan, "but I never thought about doing it with a woman
before. Besides, we don't have. . . well, you know, we don't have what it
takes."

Gloria held up a big shopping bag she'd brought in with her. "Oh, yes we do,"
she said. She reached into the bag and pulled out a strap on phallus. "This
thing here will take care of anything we don't have and need. You know what I
mean?" She showed Susan how the thing worked. She slid it around her waist and
the cock hung between her legs. "This is easily as nice as any prick you ever
had up your asshole. Not that you've had that many, mind you, but you know what
I mean." She smiled and said: "Shall we?"

"What the hell," said Susan. "I've been experimenting for a week, now, so I may
as well not stop until I've had everything, right?"

The two women undressed in the main bedroom. Susan was curious to see what her
long time friend's body looked like. "You're so pretty," she said, checking out
Gloria's lovely long legs, her dark beaver and her full melon titties. "Can I
see your anus, too?" .

"I wouldn't have it any other way," said Gloria. "Here, look." She turned
around and leaned at an angle toward the foot of the bed which she took hold of
with two hands. She then reached back with one hand and spread out her lovely
white buns. "Take a good look at that hole of mine. Dave tells me it's the
finest he ever had." Susan leaned down and looked at Gloria's asshole. "Give it
a little kiss," said Gloria, "just to show me you care." Susan blushed, but she
went ahead and gave the little sphincter muscle a nibble. She stuck her tongue
into the asshole, and then she pulled out. "Mmmm," said Gloria, "I think we're
going to have some fine times together, Susan. Maybe even better than .with our
husbands." She stood up from the end of the bed.

"First things first," said Susan. "I want to give you an enema. Would that be
nice?"

"You bet it would be nice," said Gloria. She led her friend to her own
bathroom. "You get ready," said Susan, "and I'll give it to you." Gloria
prepared the douche bag, and then she handed it to Susan. "I'll sit down here,"
said Susan, indicating the tub, "and you lay over my legs." Gloria followed the
directions and spread herself out over Susan's legs. Her lovely fresh body made
Susan's heart beat faster. She liked the feel of such soft skin as Gloria's
pressing against her legs and her belly. She put the black prong of plastic
into place "Oooh, that feels good already," said Gloria. "I don't like the
water so much, but ., . Ooooooh, shit!" Susan had released the catch and the
enema was under way. She didn't fill up Gloria so much that it `would hurt her,
but she did get a lot of pleasure from playing with the bag and the plastic
nozzle and her friend's anus When she was done, she put the bag aside. Gloria
jumped up and sat down on the toilet to drain herself.

Then the two women jumped into the shower. They washed each other and made sure
that both of their bodies were soaped and cleansed and rinsed thoroughly. "I
like touching your titties," said Susan at one point as she caressed Gloria's
full mammaries. "It's kind of like playing with my. own breasts, you know? But
nicer." She kissed Gloria's nipples and sucked off the big brown caps. She `let
her hands slide down around Gloria's waist and hips. She ,pulled her friend
close to her, and the two women's bodies touched. Their breasts rubbed against'
each other, their mounds pressed close and they kissed. "Oooh, God," said Susan
after getting a mouthful of Gloria's ripe tongue, "that's so nice. I like the
way you French `my mouth like that. It's really so good and so sensual." She
leaned into `Gloria's neck and pressed her lips tight around a healthy piece of
her ,shoulder and neck flesh. "Mmm," hummed Gloria, "don't leave any hickies,
now. Don't want to make my husband too jealous, you know." Susan wondered if
Dave had told Gloria about the other day when he fucked her asshole.

A little while later, out of the shower and after they'd dried each other off
and scented their cunts and buns, the two women crawled into Susan's big bed.
"It's so warm and comfy," said Susan, "being in bed with another woman. I like
it, you know, it's different,"

"Good," said Gloria. "You're going to get a really nice fuck from me, and I
think you're going to like doing it the way I do it to your asshole a lot.
Maybe even better than with Charley." She smiled and climbed out of bed to get
her strap on prick. "I'll put this thing on," she said, buckling the prick onto
her mound, "and then we'll get lubed up and ready, o.k.?"

"Sounds good with me," said Susan. "Can I fuck your anus, too?"

"For sure," said Gloria. "You don't think I want to miss out on getting a
little anal orgasm from you, do you?" She laughed and pulled out a bottle of
lubrication oil from her bag. "This stuff here is really nice. I use it all the
time with Dave. I think it'll make us hotter if we spread it all over your buns
and all around this cock thing."' She smiled and put some of the oil on the
artificial penis and then climbed up onto the bed. "Better spread, Susan, so
that I can get this stuff in the right places and all." Susan turned around and
started laughing. `What's so funny?" asked Gloria.

"It just looks funny to see you kneeling there with that prick hanging out of
your crotch and yet you still have those big titties. I don't know, you look
like some sort of hermaphrodite. It's weird." She chuckled again and then
rolled back onto her belly. "Come on and fuck me with that thing. Or at least
put the grease on me and get me hot so I stop laughing."

"Heat coming up!" said Gloria with a big smile when she saw Susan's little
brown hole. "You just get ready." She took some of the oil in her palm and
spread it down along the bun slopes leading into Susan's narrow groove. Her
finger arrived at the bottom of the trough. She spread the juice along the
narrow slot and went directly to the anus muscle itself. There she pushed her
digit into Susan's lovely - little rear crater. She forced her digit down deep,
and Susan moaned with delight: "Oh, yeah Gloria, you know just how to do it
That's perfect."

Gloria smiled because she was pleased to be able to give her friend some
pleasure in this anal fashion. She leaned close to Susan's back and her big
melon titties pushed against the other woman's shoulders. She whispered: "Can
you feel the cock there?"

"Oh, yes," she said, "it's pressing against my thighs and making me feel good.
It's making me hotter and hotter."

"Music to my ears," said Gloria. She reached a hand around and under Susan's
hips. She stuck her finger into Susan's snatch and felt up the juice producing
walls of her vagina. Then she backed out a bit in order to locate and prod
Susan's clitoris. Finding the thing erect and- ready, she rubbed it back and
forth and made sure that it was hot and greasy and ready for a good pumping and
tugging.- Then she latched onto it with her thumb and index finger and squeezed
and rotated the hot little knob of flesh. It didn't take long for Susan to
start squirming around and moaning and gasping: "Please do it to me, Gloria. Go
on, stuff it in. Come on and do it to me."

Gloria loved the sound of her friend's sexual wailing. She lifted up and aimed
the head of the synthetic hog, much larger, than an ordinary prick, into the
circle of anus flesh. "Uuuuuuhh-... ahhhhhh . oooohh!" gasped Susan. "It's so
fucking large . .. I, ah... oooh, shit me around!" She waved her hips and the
huge plastic rod went flying into her bowels. The bead `of the fake muscle,
shaped and sculpted exactly like a real mushroom prick head; went jamming into
the deepest part of Susan's bowels. Gloria moaned, too, emotionally satisfied
-because she was getting such a kick out of stuffing her friend's butt. She
used her two hands to feel up Susan's smooth ass cheeks, and she used her
swinging hips to keep the big dildo properly lodged inside the buttock tube.

"Puck me!" cried Susan. "Puck me so hard I'll never forget it! Puck fuck fuck
fuck fuck!" She rolled upwards onto her hands and knees. The big penis jetted
into her butt tube. She creamed all over the place, juice running don her labia
and spreading through her pubic bush. "It's so damn good," she said. "It's
great."

Then Gloria yanked the hog-plastic out of Susan's asshole. She picked up a
tissue and wiped the grease off the thing. She had Susan roll over and spread.
"Now," she said, "just to finish you off, I'm going to push this thing into
your vagina, eh?" She `laid down on top of Susan and pushed her titties against
Susan's titties. She pressed `her belly against Susan's smooth belly, and,
finally, she jammed the long plastic prong into place inside Susan's vagina.
They were in the same position as a man and woman would have been in, the man,
Gloria, on top, and `the woman, Susan, on the bottom. "Ahhhh," grunted Susan,
"I can't believe - it." She lifted her arms and took Gloria's face in her
hands. She pulled her girl friend's' mouth into range and filled it with
tongue. The kissed and screwed like that, two passionate women in each other's
arms, for some time. Finally, Gloria, heated and blushing, pulled the joint out
of Susan's wet, post-orgasmic vagina, and said, gasping,- "You have to do me
now. You have to fuck me right away, Susan. Up the asshole, too. I'm too hot to
wait." She untied the dildo as she spoke. Susan took it from her and tried to
catch her own breath while putting the dildo around her waist. "It'll only take
a minute, Gloria," she said. "Just hold on' for a minute."

Gloria was already on her belly with her legs spread. She had already reached
back and Spread her own buns with her two hands. She already greased herself
with some oil. "Come on," she complained, heaving her hips up and down against
the sheets, "come on and fuck it, Susan. I can't' wait any longer." She reached
her own finger down into her twat and started jacking herself off. She pulled
on her clitoris and rubbed it several times in a row, flicking and pushing it'
so that it would get hot and erect and ready. She couldn't have been lustier
`than she was at that instant.

"O.k.," said Susan, who'd just finished strapping on the dildo, "I think we're
in business." She climbed up between Gloria's legs and placed the tip of the
plastic prick down between the other girl's soft - buns. She used her hands to
separate the hot ass' flesh and then pushed the head of the bit beef into the
small brown hole. "Uuumph," she grunted, lunging forward.

"Omooh, Christ! Yes, yes, yes!" hollered Gloria. "That's just right. Do that
harder! Do it right!" She rolled her pelvis backwards onto the big dick. She
made sure that all of the thing entered her rear cavity. She was experienced at
ass fucking, and she knew just how to get the most of the dildo for her anal
cavity. It only took her a minute to get all of the fabulous dildo into her
cave. "I got it the way I like it now," she said, rubbing her fanny loaves
against her friend's crotch. She could feel the pubic hair from Susan's snatch
rubbing like wet silk against her cheeks. "That's perfect, Susan. Give me your
hand." Susan gave Gloria her hand Gloria took it and placed her fingers down
between her labia lips. She managed to get the girl's finger rubbing at the
right angle on her cut. "Now you're in," she said with a gasp and in a -
murmur. "Now you're going to get me coming. Don't stop, Susan. Whatever you do,
don't stop." She waved her hips, rocked her fanny, and quickly started juicing
and firing off her orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck!" she cried out. "That's it!" She
reached out and took hold of the bedboard, the same way Susan had. She held
onto it and pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. Susan had to come up
too, and then the big prick went zooming even deeper in Gloria's bun tube
"Ahhhh," creamed Gloria, "I'm gonna ` .. . I'm.. . coming, coming, coming!" She
fell back down, exhausted and spent. "Get it out now," she said. "Get it out of
there. It's too much."

But Susan was so enjoying the feel of having something like a prick that she
wanted to stay in place for another minute or two. "No," she said, "I want to
keep fucking you. It's good like this." Gloria attempted to struggle free, but
Susan had quickly lobbed her hands around in front. She grabbed Gloria's
titties and held on, rode her like that, the big plastic prick up Gloria's
tube, her hands holding tight to Gloria's boobies. "Ahhh, shit," moaned Gloria,
"you have to take it out. It's too much now. I'm all done,, Susan. Please..."

Finally, after a moment more, Susan reluctantly extracted the huge artificial
passion rod from between her lovely friend's buttocks. The tube of synthetic
cock, needless to say, was quite greasy and in need of' cleaning. Susan
unstrapped the thing from round her waist and tossed it aside. "That was
delicious," she whispered in Gloria's ear. Then she kissed the other woman on
the cheek and lay down beside her. Gloria stared out at Susan. "God, Susan,"
she moaned, "you really got into it." She reached back and pressed her fanny
with her palm. "It hurts a little from that. You really did get in there too
much I think."

"I'm sorry," apologized Susan, "but I just couldn't help myself. The passion
was so great, Gloria. I could feel you getting hotter and `hotter and the same
thing was happening to me. I don't know what to say., It was just too good."

"It was awfully nice" said Gloria. "I do have to admit that." She rolled over
on her back. "Kiss me, Susan, will you? Please kiss me?"

Susan leaned over Gloria's face. She came close, inches away from her friend's
parted lips, and she stroked those thick wet lips with her tongue. She slid her
mouth muscle across the entrance to Gloria's mouth and then pushed down `hard
and filled her friend's oral cavity with a Frenching wild tongue. "Mmm," both
girls hummed together. "It's nice when we make love isn't it, Gloria," said
Susan. She capped off one of Gloria's titties with her mouth, and licked the
erect, sprung nipple. "I like you a lot, Gloria. I'm glad you called this
morning."

"Me, too," said young Gloria. "We're going to do this again some time. But you
know what? I better get back home and' clean house and get dinner ready, or
Dave's going to be missing me. Know what I mean?"-

"Same here," said Susan. "I know exactly what you mean."

Although neither woman mentioned it, they both secretly meant that they had to
get home and get cleaned and dressed so they could service their husband & anal
desires that night.

V:ANAL DINNER PARTY

"Where the hell is dinner?" hollered Charley as he busted through the front
door. He was slightly drunk, a bit on the wobbling side, and he grabbed the
door frame for Support. "Fucking-a," he moaned, "I work all God damn day and I
get home and I want my fucking dinner. Where the hell is she?" he slammed the
door and stumbled forward into the kitchen "Susan? Susan?" he called out "What
the hell goes on here?" Hearing no response, he muttered under his breath, more
to himself than anyone else: "What the hell goes on here?"

Loosening his tie and sliding out of his jacket, he made his way down the
darkened hallway. "Susan?" he whispered. "Are you here, Susie, babydoll?" He
turned around and looked back toward the kitchen. It was then that he noticed,
at the end of the kitchen, in the dining room, the set table, the spread
silverware, the folded napkins and the unlit candles. In the center. of the
table was a bottle of wine and beside it a corkscrew: "Shit," he mumbled, more
and more in hiccups, "I don't believe it. What's tonight, my fucking
anniversary or something?" He undid his belt buckle on his way out of the
hallway and into the bedroom.

Charley was looking at his feet as he entered the bedroom. "One potato, two
potato, three potato, four," he mumbled before he saw her. He didn't see her,
really, but her reflection in the mirror. "What the hell?" he whispered. He
turned away from the mirror to inspect the real McCoy. "Wow!" he moaned.
"Susie! You look beautiful!"

She lay spread out on their jumbo sized bed with her fanny waving in the wind.
Only it wasn't waving, really. It was just sort of pushed out and spread open.
She had one hand back on her right cheek and she was smiling from that side,
too. Her sphincter muscle, the small brown hole, was available for viewing.
"You know," he said, "I couldn't figure out what was going on when I came in
here tonight. Now I know. You have a little anal surprise for me, eh?"

"Yes," she said. "Something like that." She rubbed her right ass cheek. "Do you
like it when I do stuff like that?" she asked.

"Like what?" he asked back, his eyes glued to his wife's sliding fingers. She
was rubbing small circles in her right buttock.

The flesh of her hand was dark brown against the creamy white of her ass cheek.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her finger which occasionally stroked down into
the slot, there to pick out and poke the sphincter hole.

"I see," said Susan. "I wasn't sure, but I saw these pictures in one of those
magazines, so I kind of decided to try it out. You know, if it works in them
magazines, maybe it works in real life."

"Maybe," said Charlie, continuing to unbuckle his belt and slide out of his
trousers. "Hot damn!" he said, coming to his senses despite the shock of seeing
his wife laying on their bed like a nudie picture, and despite the liquor which
had earlier slowed him down. "Hot fucking damn!" he ‚exclaimed again. "This is
gonna be something."

It was then that Susan slid her left hand into view. In it she held a tube of
grease. "There," she said, "is something to help us get started, hey Charley?"
She smiled and stroked her lovely blond hair back behind her head. She had on
fresh lipstick and her tongue gracefully showed itself in a light curve on the
underside of her upper lip. "Are you going to take care of business, Charley?"

"You bet I am," said her husband, climbing out of what remained, of his
clothes.

"Oh, look at that," said Susan. "Don't you have a boner yet, darling?"

He looked down between his legs. There was no erection there, only the
beginning of a firming phallus. "Guess not," he said.

"You help?"

"I guess so," she said. "Come over here."

He went over and sat down along side his much transformed wife. "I just have to
give you a little feel, I bet," 8aid Susan, and, she reached her hand out to
grab hold of his cock and. balls. She rolled her fingers up and down in his nut
nest, and she squeezed his penis with an undulating milking action. Before
long, his joint had thickened, his meat had lengthened, the spongy mushroom
head had reddened and expanded. "Wow!" said Charley. "Look at that pecker get
hard, eh?" He watched Susan's stroking fingers. "You do it like a pro
sometimes, baby. I really mean that."

She leaned over his spread legs and hid from view her delightful sucking action
which she now applied to the head of his meat. She squeezed with two fists
around the base of his hog, but she concentrated on sucking him off with her
mouth She didn't want him to come, though. She wanted to save that for later.
She wanted him good and hot and ready to go plunging into her anus. That was
what she wanted, and she was quite she could get just about anything along
those lines at all. "You know," she said, pausing for a little breather,
"sometimes, Charley, I'm just not sure if you like what I'm doing? You know
what I mean? I mean, I go licking along your dick. I go sucking on the meaty
little tip. I lick up the shaft. I suck your balls. And you never say anything.
Do you like it when I give you a good blow job?"

"Let me put it this way," said Charley. "The reason I don't say anything is
because I'm having so much fun getting sucked off by you that I can't figure
out how to speak, how to talk. So I just lay there panting and breathing and
all. You understand, don't you?"

"Sure," she said. "I understand." She slid her hands up and around his buttocks
and sandwiched his pelvis between her two sets of five fingers and her mouth.
She had his buns in the palms of her hands, and she had his prick in her mouth.
She sucked on the mushroom head for about five or six seconds, and then she
drew her face and her hands away from his body.

"What the hell?" he moaned. "What happened? Why'd you stop?"

"I don't know," she said. "I just got tired of doing that kind of thing." She
was on her belly and her titties were unavailable for .Charley's willing hands.

"Why don't you roll he suggested He stroked the smooth tanned flesh at the
small of her back. "Roll over and let me get a little rubbing going on your
titties, baby."

She rolled over and showed her chest. Her breasts were large and full. The big
cherry nipples sat in fields of mellow brown cap. They were sprung and ready
for any and all kinds of attention. Charley leaned down and stroked his tongue
across one titty tip and then the other. "Mmmm," he hummed to his wife, "this
is the way it ought to be all the time. I like sucking your breasts, honey. I
like giving you a little `licking every now and then too." He worked his way
down her smooth belly. Soon he arrived between her legs. He shoved his tongue
up and down on her labia lips. He played her clit meat up between his tongue
and his upper lip. Before long he had her cut flicking hot and wet with oily
juice. "Mmmm," he hummed, and she began to roll her hips. She pumped her body
up and down in his face, and soon his mouth was coated with juice. "Oh, yeah,
Charley," he heard her moan. He reached up and palmed her titties. He held on
tight while he ate her out. Then he had her roll over. He looked into her brown
hole. `Tm going to put some lubricant in there," he said.

She passed him back the tube of juice. He scrambled for it and unscrewed the
cap. He pressed a line of the ooze down between her anal cheeks. It didn't take
him long to spread it out along the walls of her ass flesh. He coated the
groove, made sure it was good and soft and slippery, and then he started
fingering the asshole itself. Before he filled it all up with digit, he opened
the thing. He pushed his finger down deep and swore, later, that he could have
touched her bowels. Finally, he pulled his finger out and greased his hog. "I'm
ready," he said. "You, Sue?"

"Me ready too," she said, rolling her butt for him. "You think you can get that
bone of yours into my anus without killing yourself?"

"You're in a chipper mood, babe," said Charley. "We'll just see who gets
killed." He lifted his weighty flesh spike and stabbed her anus. He shoved
forward using the weight of his hips and the power of his super-charged cock to
fill her asshole.

"Oooh, Christ," she muttered into her pillow, "that's the way, Charley. Really
stuff it up hard, darling. Give me all of your boner. Don't just give me a part
of it. Give me the whole thing. I need the whole thing, Charley. I want that
whole big penis of yours inside my body. Come on and fuck me with it." ù

He tried to give her what she wanted. He slammed his pelvis into hers, pushed
and shoved and did everything he could to get his cock into place in her
asshole. Before long he was flush with her body That is, his : balls were
rubbing smoothly against her cheeks, and his cock was well placed between her
fine soft buns. He reached around to take hold of her chest, and there he found
her full titties blushing and perspiring. Her entire body had gone hot and pink
with passion. Her desires were highly aroused, as could be seen to be obvious
from her waving hips, her swinging shoulders, her singing, passionate voice:
"Ooooh ... ahhhhh ... fuck me, Charley. Fuck me harder!"

He let one hand drift down between her legs. He located her twat and stuffed
the labia with a driving finger. Soon he'd flicked her clitoris into action,
and it was not long after that that Susan became somewhat inarticulate in her
hollering. She "cooed" and "ooed" and "ahhed," but she couldn't do much else.
Except scream about ecstasy and about how she loved having a good hard boner up
her asshole. It wasn't much longer after that that she started to have her
orgasm and started puddling on the bed under her cunt.

Charley then felt his wife's long tubular asshole muscles going to work
involuntarily on his prick. She squeezed and rubbed and massaged his joint with
that tight hold that her anus was able to achieve. She had one hell of a
squeeze device in there, and when she was orgasmic, she could make Charley come
without even trying.

And so it was on this night. She rubbed her anus up and down a few times,
because she was coming herself, and sure enough, Charley started spraying out
his jism along the inside of his wife's asshole corridor. "Holy fuck!" he
cried. "That's really something, Susan. I mean that's really fucking
something!" When he finished coming he pulled his prick free of her asshole and
flopped over on his back. His cock fell dead on his thigh. He was spent,
alright, and it would take him sometime to get it up again; "Jesus,?! said
Susan Bunkers, "I really did enjoy that, Charley." She was so spunky and
chipper, even after this first orgasm, that Charley couldn't understand it.
"What the hell?" he asked. "Did you do some speed or something, kid?"

She smiled and put her face on his chest. She cuddled up next to her loving
husband. "I love you, Charley," she said. "That's all. I get a look at your
cock, these days, and my asshole starts itching to have it in there. You know
how that is, don't you?"

"I guess so," said Charley, closing his eyes and trying to rest.. He knew she
was going to call on him to perform again, to service her anus once more, and
he wanted to be sure and be ready. He couldn't quite believe the sudden change
his wife had undergone. Only a week before she wouldn't let him touch her anus,
and now she, couldn't get enough of it. He was wondering how it was that she
had changed so quickly, but he was also wondering about how nice it was going
to. be to fuck her up the asshole anytime and every-time he wanted from then
on. "Boy oh boy," he' said, "you've sure come a long way, honey. You know?"

"Yeah," she said, "thanks to you, Charley." Her eyes flashed. She stroked her
long blond mane back behind her head. She leaned down close to his cock. "All
used up or what?" she asked.

"Why don't we have dinner?" suggested Charley. "Afterwards, we'll take `a
little shower and then do another number, eh?"

"Good," she said. "Fine with me."

They ate dinner in the nude by candlelight. It didn't take much wine for
Charley to pick up on his previous high. He'd have a few drinks before he came
home, and the wine kicked him back off the wagon. "Boy oh boy," he said, "this
is the life, baby." He looked across at Susan who sat with her big pendular
mammaries hanging down over the table. She was spooning some carrots into her
mouth She looked up and smiled at Charley "You like naked while we eat dinner?
Me, too." She continued to eat. Charley couldn't get over the way his wife was
blossoming into a young sexual delight. He remembered back to all the times
he'd spent in high school trying to seduce her in the back seat of his old car,
trying to get her pants down while they were parked on some hill up above the
city. And now, here they were, sitting nude over dinner, just having fucked up
her asshole, getting ready for another piece of anal ass. She now gave him all
the header he wanted, whereas in high school he nearly had to beg her just to.
get a lick out of her. And as far as fucking her anus, well, it goes without
saying that it had been out of the question for years. Maybe, he thought,
because she was now a couple years older early twenties she was ready for more,
sex and more experimenting. He began to wonder what kinds of things they could
do to take advantage of her new free spirit. "You know," he said simply, "I
think we're going to be having quite a bit of fun in the next few weeks, kiddo.
You know what I mean?"

She smiled at him and said: "Dessert?"

"Not now," said Charley, finishing off the wine in his glass. "I think we ought
to hit the shower, right now."

"Good idea," she said, showing him a broad grin and plenty of white teeth.
"Sounds like fun." She stood up and finished her wine. "Let's go." She shook
her titties at him and waved her ass. He followed her with a big smile on his
face, his big hog flopping around between his thighs.

In the show `they made good use of a tube of hair shampoo. First Susan took to
spreading the thick oily stuff all around Charley's penis. She rubbed it into
his balls and around his cock and up and down his shaft She used long strokes
to get his joint slippery and smooth with the greasy soap. After a little while
his boner got big and stiff. "I like the way it gets hard," she said. She came
up close to him and pressed her smooth thigh against his meat. She used her
hand to hold it by the shaft and rubbed the tip along her soft flesh. Then she
turned around and rubbed the tip against her buttock and into the crack in her
ass. "If you put some of that soap between my cheeks it'll be real slippery."
He took some of the oily stuff and spread it on her buns and down into the
groove. She still held his joint and rubbed it for him. The head of his meat
went for a long slide up and down in the fanny crack. "Oooh, yes," he murmured,
"that's really nice." She held the stalk of his beef and pushed the head of it
up and down in her crease. With her other hand . she played with her clitoris
and finger-fucked her vagina. Soon, however, the steamy shower spray had rinsed
off the lubricating soap and they were left feeling rubbery and dry.'

"We better get out and dry off," said Charley. "We can pick this up in the
bedroom with some of the other ooze, eh?"

"Yes," said Susan, "That sounds perfect."

They dried each other off. Charley used an especially soft towel to take care
of Susan's ass crotch. He had her bend over and hold onto the edge of the tub
while he inspected and patted dry her crack. He wanted the hole to be in
perfect shape because he had big plans for it and his cock. "Just a little more
drying," he said, poking with the towel at her anus, "and we'll be all set."
His boner was getting fatter all the time, and Susan's clit was beginning to
twitch in anticipation. "I know it's going to be nice again," she hummed.
"Really nice."

In the bedroom and in the dark Susan suggested that Charley warm her up by
using the dildo. "Good thinking," he said, and he fumbled around in the bedside
drawer looking for the big synthetic cock machine. He found it and rubbed some
lubricant onto the tip. "We should have used this thing a long time ago," he
said. "Not just for your cunt, I mean."

"Do it tome, Charley," she said. "Come on and use it on me." She had her hands
back behind her and her fingers wrapped around her ass cheeks. She held the
crack open so that the hole was available for Charley and the electric dildo.
He stuffed `the rubber prong tip into the sphincter. "Oooh, yes," cried Susan,
"that's the way, Charley. I like that." He turned the machine on and she began
to moan even louder. And, finally, he stuffed the twirling rubber tip in deep,
thrust it hard and forced it all the way in. "Fuck me," she hollered. "That's
the way to fuck me!" He worked it in and out of the small brown hole until his
wife's cheeks turned purple with passion. Then he pulled it out. "I think
you're ready for the real thing, babydoll," he said. "What do you say?"

"I say fuck me," she said. "Fuck me up the asshole."

He climbed up between the backs of her smooth thighs. He took a firm grip of
her tender hips. He used his palms to ply open her round greased ass cheeks,
and he went sliding into place in her bunghole. It took only one hefty stroke
to place his meat at the core of her rear body. She wailed with ecstasy and
agony at the same time. His meaty boner was far down in the muscular tube. "Go
on and squeeze," he said. "Do it really hard."

She concentrated on weaving a pattern with her hips and on giving him the
tugging he wanted. She rubbed up and down with her swinging buttocks, and most
importantly, she contracted her long smooth anus muscle. She managed to get
enough of a grip that she could feel the thick, expanded mushroom head deep in
her bowels. "Yes, Charles," she moaned. "Oooh, God, yes!" She could feel his
stiff thrusting motion, his jumbo meat stretching out inside her anus. He was
taking more and more of her ass flesh for his own comfort, for his own sexual
bliss. "It's getting hot," she gasped. "Give me your hand."

He reached down to where her hand was and give her his own.. She took it to
her' twat. She stuffed his long middle digit into place in her vagina and held
him by the ù wrist. She worked his finger into place along her clitoris and the
flesh surrounding it. "If you pump me there," she said, "I'll get hot really
fast." So he screwed around in her cunt hole, mostly on her clit, at the same
time that he fucked her up the anus. It didn't take long, just the way she
said, for the juice to start flowing, for her asshole to start undulating and
rolling in a regular, steady rhythm. "Mmm, good," she hummed, "that's. the way,
alright. That's really it." She let loose of his wrist and reach out with two
hands to hold On to and knead the bed sheets. She was getting close to orgasm.
It wouldn't be long before she'd spill clit juice and start wailing with all
the passion she' felt in her crotch and in her butt. "Jesus," she murmured,
"it's so fucking hot in there. I just don't believe it. I can't ... ooooooh,
there it is ... " And another instant later she was moving so fast up and down
that Charley had to let go of her cunt and hold onto her titties, just for
support, just so that he could stay with her. She was bucking like a bronco,
and his cock was swinging wildly inside her tube. Ten seconds later he was
squirting out his second load of jism, popping off in her butt just the. way he
liked it. "Baby," he said, stroking back and out of her asshole, "you've come a
long way."'

He flopped down on the bed and lit up a cigarette. "You're good, honey," he
said. "You're really fucking damn good."

She smiled and continued to pant. She was gasping for breath. She had beads of
perspiration across her brow and on her upper lip. Her blond hair was matted
alongside her face. She was hot and lusty looking, tawdry even, like a. true
anal slut, a real bitch with plenty of real emotions and desires. Her husband
was right when he said she'd come a long way. But he had no idea really how
incredibly far. She was laying there moaning in post-orgasmic bliss, but, she
wanted even more of the anal fuck, just to tide her over.

Susan reached down to Charley's hot cock. "I want to hold onto it while I
finish off," she said. "Is it o.k..?"

"Sure, baby," he said. "You just help yourself."

So she lay there, moaning, with her fingers tied to his penis, with her cunt
open, her asshole hot and bothered. She reached under her body with one hand
and spread her long tender loins. Her smooth blushing flesh was still too hot
to stop. She worked a finger up into her anus. `Will you play with my cut for
another minute?" she asked him. "It'll only take a second."

"I thought you were all through," he said. reaching down between her legs.

"I was," she said, "but I can pop off one more little climax if you help me."

He gladly pinched off her clit. The knob was rubbery and wet. It was coated
with fresh ooze, oily and upright. He flicked it back and forth, pinched it,
and rubbed the clitoris. Soon she was mounting toward a new orgasm. "I'm
getting there," she grunted. "Just. . . another. . . ahhhhh, yessss! Fuck!" She
pushed his hand away from her twat, fucked herself once more in the asshole
with her finger, and then, suddenly, crawled into a tight ball of blond flesh.

"Oooooh," she panted, "that was perfect, Charley. Just right." She put her head
up on his chest and rested breathless there. Tenderly, .Charley Stroked his
young wife's blond mane. His fingers glided through her silky hair and he held
her like that for' a moment, or two.

"You know," she asked, "I sort of wondered how you got into this anal sex
stuff, Charley. I mean, when we were going out in high school you never
mentioned it. I mean you used to fool around with my butt every now and `then,
but you never really did anything., Did you ever fuck another girl up the
asshole?"

Charley didn't know whether or not to be honest with his wife. He'd never told
her about' other women before, and he wasn't sure it was such a, good idea. He
hesitated before saying anything.

"I won't be jealous," added Susan. "I'm just curious." She was laying with her
face flat on his chest, and she was looking in the direction of `his prick. She
reached down and massaged his loins with light fingers. She squeezed his
muscular thighs every now and then, and sometimes she stroked his prick. "I
promise not to be jealous, Charley," she repeated. "You don't have to worry. I
know you love me."

"Alright," he said. "It was a while ago. She was very young and I didn't know
much myself about it. But she knew everything, I guess. She was that kind of
girl know what I mean?"

"A whore?" asked his wife. "You did it with a whore?"

"Well, I guess that's what she was," admitted Charley. "She cost a lot more
than your average hooker, but I guess she really was a whore. One of the high
class kinds, you know. My father fixed me up with her. It happened almost by
accident. I was sitting around one night and he asked me if I wanted to meet a
friend of one of his clients. I guess he saw I was going a little stir crazy."

"You were horny, honey?" asked Susan, continuing to play with Charley's big
cock and balls. She ran her fingers along, the inside of his thighs. "You were
horny and Daddy fixed you up with a hooker!" She laughed a bit, squeezed his
prick, and said: "Well? What happened?"

`Well," said Charley, lighting up another cigarette, "she took me to a hotel
and"

"She took you?" asked Susan. "You didn't have to go get her?"

"No, she had a car and all. She came by the house and"

"What did your mother say?"

"She didn't -know anything about it. It was on the sly and all."

"Oh," said Susan. "I see."

"Anyhow, she came by and picked me up and we went out and had a drink first. I
was pretty shy then, but this girl was real nice. She knew her business. She
had me sit down next to her in one of those tight booths and she started
sliding her hand up and down my leg. I guess Dad paid her pretty well. Anyhow,
she started working her hand up and down my leg while we were sitting in the
bar. I really liked that. I mean there we were in public and all and she didn't
give a damn. Nobody could see us because of the table cloth but she was still
going at it pretty damn strong. So I started doing the same thing. She' had on
one of these short red skirts that went up around her thighs if you just'
touched the thing. And it turned out she wasn't wearing any underwear. I found
her snatch and all, and boy was I surprised when I found out she didn't have
any panties. I expected to run into her underwear, but there it was, her open
cunt and all. She was already juicy, too. Not like Some of your old whores you
read about. She was wet and all. She didn't give a damn how hot she got. She
was like that. So I started fingering her and she started getting hot and all.
Finally, she said we ought to go someplace where we could work things out a
little better. I said that was fine with me, because, well, I had an erection
already. Luckily, it took a minute for the. waiter to bring the check and I
cooled off a little. You girls are lucky that way, you know?"

Susan chuckled. "I suppose so. What happened next?"

"Well, next I went with her back to the car. She knew a couple of good hotels
and she asked me if I wanted a view of the city. I said alright, but the closer
the better.' I was `pretty hot by then. She took me to a private club sort of
place,. up over Sunset Boulevard. We checked in on a card she had. It must have
been a kind of private affair or something. She had a credit card' specifically
for that place. She led the way to a room and inside she undressed right away.
I was out looking out over the city for a minute and when I turned around she
was standing behind me all naked. She asked if hiked the `view'. She had big
round titties and a flat belly and long legs. She `was very young, like I said,
and I couldn't believe how pretty she was for a whore, Anyhow, she asked me if
I had something special in mind. If I wanted to do it a couple of times or
what. I said I wanted to fuck her and that was about all I'd thought about. She
said o.k. and helped me undress. You know, with her hands all over me and all.
Then she took me over to the bed with her, sort of led me there like I was a
little kid. She said that she didn't have to wash my cock because she knew I
wasn't the kind of `boy' who'd been out doing it with a million dirty women.
She sucked me for a while then and then I fucked `her. But I wasn't completely
happy with it. It was pretty fast and all, and she knew how I felt.' So she
rolled over on her belly and said that if I wanted I could go for a rear screw.
I must have blushed or something because she smiled and said that she knew I'd
never done that before, but that it was easy and a lot of fun. So I climbed up
on her, butt and rubbed around for a while, and then I stuffed her asshole.
That's really all there was to it." `

"Did she take you home?" asked Susan in a, little girl's voice. "And put you to
bed, too?"

"I thought you weren't going to be jealous," said Charley to his young wife.

"I'm not," she said. "But as you told that story something funny happened."

"What's that?" Asked Charley.

"Look," said Susan with a `big smile. Charley looked down, between his legs
when Susan moved her head out of the way. He had a big hard-on, and he hadn't
even felt it coming on. "Well, I'll be damned," he said. "How about that. You
want to go for three?"

"Sure," said Susan. "What the hell!" She took some of the lube oil from the
tube which was handy to her, and she spread it on Charley's dick. "Now whenever
you think you can get your mind off that hooker," she said, "you can get your
cock off in my asshole." She smiled and showed him her buttocks and the brown
hole. "I think we can take care of that right now," said Charley. He climbed up
`between his wife's smooth buttocks and went for a preliminary slide between
the ass cheeks. Then he aimed his cock `head into the sphincter muscle. It
didn't take much of a push for him to get all the way into the slippery smooth
muscle. His cock shot down into her bowels and she moaned with delight. "Oooh,
`yeah, good!"

He pumped up and `down a few times. Susan's anus was looser than before,

seemingly more ready. She wiggled her hips and thrust her buttocks back on her
husband's flesh prong. "Oooh, God," he grunted, "that's terrific, Susan." She
had slid all the way back against his groin, flush with it, and she had his
prick buried in her asshole.

He pushed her flat on her belly so that he was completely on top of her back.
He reached around and grabbed her breasts with his kneading fingers. A moment
later his stiff muscle was throbbing inside Susan's tender anus. She moaned for
a minute or two, and then, when Charley started squirting off, she grunted and
panted. "Fuck me good" she sighed. "Oh, yes ... fuck my asshole good." It
didn't take long for him to flood the anal cavity with hot sperm juice.

When he yanked his prick out of her fanny he was tired and ready for sleep. He
lay back and smoked one more cigarette. Susan went to the bathroom for a minute
and when she came back she said: "Am I as good as that whore was?"

Charley smiled: "Better." She climbed into bed alongside him. She was as
content as a little girl with a new toy. She'd won a very special anal prize
from her husband, Charley Bunkers.

VI: HORNY THURSDAY MORNING

The idea for Susan's next anal adventure came to her in a round about fashion.
It was a horny Thursday morning, close to eleven, when she realized that she
was feeling a bit of a crave between her buns. She'd tried to put it out of her
mind, and she did a good job of it for a short while. Going here and there in
the kitchen, cleaning the stove, washing the dishes, even scrubbing the floor,
she'd managed to convince herself that she could wait until Charley arrived
home. But during her shower, with the steamy water and the oily soap
stimulating her naked flesh, it was everything she could do to keep from
applying her finger to her tight little sphincter muscle. At one point she gave
in, even, and fiddled with the crater and some hair soap, stuffing her asshole
in the shower, but this proved only more frustrating, made her even hotter for
some sensuous love-making than before.

But she tried to put her mind off it by reading a newspaper which Charley had
brought home a few days before. She sat on the livingroom sofa with her short
house coat loose around her chest, her titties flowing out from the lapels, her
long smooth legs fully exposed. The newspaper wasn't the regular sort. It was
some sort of "hip" journal and eventually Susan made her way to the
advertisements on the back pages.. There in the personals section she
discovered that there were a great many other people like herself with lots of
different sorts of lusty desires. She smiled to herself about the idea of
calling a complete stranger for the purpose of gratifying her sexual needs. At
one point she put the paper aside and discounted the idea, but then, finally
admitting that her desires were stronger than her will, she scanned the paper
for the sort of thing she was interested in. She found one that seemed
interesting and it only took her a minute more to locate the man by phone, He
agreed to come to her house shortly after noon.

Susan quickly arranged the place in such a fashion that it would look neat and
attractive. She would, of course, have to explain to the man that she was
married and that they only had a certain amount of time with which to
consummate their relationship. When everything looked the way she wanted it,
including clean sheets on the bed and romantic lighting in the livingroom as
much as possible given the time of day she again sat down on the sofa and this
time she was wearing her short skirt, a loose blouse, and she had her hair tied
up in a bun. She looked like a lovely little high school co-ed, ready and
willing to try out just about anything just so long as her husband Charley
didn't find out about it.

The doorbell rang about five minutes later and she pushed her cigarette out in
the ash tray on the coffee table. "Come in," she said. "It's open." The door
swung open, and to Susan's delight, there stood a handsome young man, blond
like herself, well-built and well-dressed. He was smiling and his blue eyes
took Susan in, checked her out from ankle to eyes, in about two seconds.
"Hello," he said, stepping into the livingroom, "my name's Andy."

"Come in, Andy," said Susan, standing up to shake hands with the stranger. He
carried a black leather bag in one hand and he switched it to the other hand in
order to carry out the greeting. "Glad you called," said Andy, shutting the
door behind him.

"Me, too," said Susan "But I have to explain I'm marred and I've never done
anything like this before, you know, with a stranger and all, and I sure hope
you'll help me keep this a secret."

"I'm married, too,!" said Andy. "So I understand."

They sat down on the sofa with a bottle and an ice bucket and glasses which
Susan had earlier prepared. They drank a bit, slowly but surely broke the
proverbial ice, working quickly through the questions and answers they had for
each other. "I only just got into anal sex," explained Susan. "I like it so
much I feel like a little girl who's discovered sex for the first time. What
about you?"

"Oh, it's more or less the same. I've always liked to fuck a good set of buns,
but it took me a long time to get good at it and all. I used to worry that I
was going to hurt the girl or something, you know. But now it's as natural as
combing my hair." He eyeballed Susan's long smooth thighs. "You have nice
legs," he said. "I bet your ass cheeks are just as smooth."

"Want to see?" she replied with a warm smile.

"Wouldn't mind," said Andy.

She put down her drink and stood up in front of the coffee table. She hitched
up her skirt and turned around. "Bend over a little," said Andy. "I want to see
the hole." She leaned forward. He had a perfect view of her firm round cheeks,
of the brown crater and groove. "It's nice," he said. "That's very nice
indeed."

"Now," said Susan, standing back upright and letting her skirt fall down to
place, "maybe I should take a look at you. Just tube sure I'm getting a fair
exchange, eh?"

Andy laughed and then stood up. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers
drop. Then he pulled his underwear down. "Wow," exclaimed Susan, beside herself
with joy, "this is gonna be fun." She came over beside Andy and put one arm
around his neck. The other hand coasted down between his legs. She squeezed his
thigh and then stroked his genitals. "You have a big meat, Andy," she said,
"and I'm gonna like it when you put that thing in my asshole." She kissed the
stranger's lips and she used her tongue to tour the inside of his mouth. By the
time they broke away, Andy had a hard-on and Susan was heating up. They were
both blushing and hot.

"Where's the bedroom?" asked Andy.

"This way," said Susan, taking him by the hand. "Don't forget your little black
bag there. By the way, what's in that?"

"Oh, you know, the usual, a few things to make it exciting for you. That's
all."

"Good," she said, as they entered the bedroom. "I put fresh sheets on the bed
just for us."

Andy looked at the bed. "Mind if I check out the, frame?" he asked.

"No, but whatever for?" she asked.

"Some of the tools I use," explained Andy who was looking down at the frame
which supported the mattress, "require a special kind of brace. We're in luck,"
he added as he stood up. "This bed is standard."

"Oh, good," said Susan, paying this idea no mind. She undressed beside the bed,
next to the little black bag which Andy had set down. He, too, took off his
clothes. When both of them were naked they embraced and kissed for a moment or
two, and then Andy pushed Susan onto the bed. "I think we better get started. I
don't know about you, but I think we should try and make time for at least a
couple of rounds, eh?"

"Oh, yes," said Susan. "How shall we start?" Andy smiled and reached over the
side of the bed for his bag. "First a little grease, eh?" He pulled out a clear
plastic tube of colored grease. "This stuff comes from Sweden. It's a special
make of lubricant. Spread your legs, Susan, and I'll put some where it counts."
She smiled and spread her legs for him. She even reached back and held her own
ass flesh open. The narrow groove sparkled with anticipation. The hole squeezed
open and closed, and when Andy applied his finger, open again. "Ooooh, my," she
said, "that's warm, that stuff. Amazing!" He coated her ass crack with ooze,
and he fingered her bunghole with the stuff. Soon he had a thin coating of
Swedish lubricant spread up and down the walls of her ass canyon, and there was
plenty of the Stuff in her anus, too.

"It tickles," she said. "I like the way you do it though. It's like having the
doctor give me an examination." Andy, meanwhile, was applying some of the
lubricant to his cock. When the shaft and the head were slippery and evenly
covered, he put the juice aside. "Now for a little test run," he said, pulling
from his bag yet another tool. "I just want to be sure that we have you good
and hot before we go spending any sperm juice in that hole, eh?"

"Alright by me," said Susan, wiggling her cute fanny as if to affirm her
statement. "You just help yourself."

Andy took the new tool, a plastic cock sculpted like a real one, and applied
the mushroom tip to the crease between Susan's buns. He rubbed the artificial
penis back and forth. Susan moaned a little every now and then, and it was
plain to see, from the way her back and her nape turned crimson, that she was
heating quickly. "I'm getting hot fast, Andy,".. she said. "That thing's really
nice." He smiled but said nothing. He leaned over her butt and put the
synthetic cock at an acute angle. The mushroom tip rested at the entrance to
Susan's sphincter muscle. "Here we go," he cautioned her. "Ready?" Before Susan
could answer, he stuffed her asshole in one stroke. "Oooh, fuck!" she wailed.
"Too fast!" He chuckled and kept the fat phallus placed deep in her fanny. He
held it by the back end of the thing and jammed it from side to side in what
little space was available. Susan's sphincter was split wide open by the
jamming plastic rod, and her asshole tube buried the joint, squeezed on the
intruding object, and was stimulated by it. "How's it going?" he asked, his
left hand holding the device in her buns, his right stroking her right cheek.
"You o.k.?"

"Oh, God," she moaned, "it's so fucking big. It doesn't bend like a real prick.
You know what I mean? It doesn't give the way a real cock does."

"You just wait until I get you strapped in and I get my own penis up there,"
said Andy. "Then you'll be really excited." He chuckled and extracted the
artificial member from Susan's anus. "Oooh," `she sighed, "I miss it already."
Andy set aside the sculpted penis. "Now for a little of the real McCoy," he
said, and with that he climbed up between the backs of her legs. His joint was
well-lubricated and stiff as a hat rack. "Can you feel this?" he asked, leaning
his rubbery meat into position between her cheeks.

"Oh, God, yes," she muttered. "That's nice and soft." She came up on her hands
and knees and made the slope of her crack a little steeper. Andy adjusted his
angle and enjoyed the thrill of a slide or two up and down the anal crease. He
kept Susan's pretty buns apart with `his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her ass
with, his strong, experienced fingers, and meanwhile, his hefty cock muscle
stroked back and forth, rubbing the buns, sliding in the groove. He was yet to
start in with his prick on her sphincter muscle. This was just the warm-up
exercise. "It's so warm and slippery," said Susan, rocking her hips for him. "I
like the way you hold my ass with your hands. It's nice like that. I sure am
glad I called you today."

"Me, too," said Andy, continuing to roll his meat up and down between her buns.
"It's going to be a great and memorable day for the two of us. You have such
pretty ass cheeks and such fine smooth legs. And I like your titties, too.
Sometimes I like to come just by rubbing my penis between a pair of big smooth
breasts. That's just for fun though. The real stuff is in the asshole. You know
what I mean?"

"Oh, God, yes. I certainly do know what you mean." She was getting hot and
perspiring. She could feel the juice begin to trickle out of the walls of her
vagina and `into her cave. Soon her silky pubic forest would be hot and wet.
Her smooth tanned loins were covered with chills and her hips were beginning to
quiver. She could only think one thing: how to get the most out of Andy's cock
when he finally started shoving it into her little brown hole. "Shit," she
muttered, "it's gonna be a good one, Andy. Isn't it gonna be good?"

"You bet," he said. "I don't mess around, darling. It's gonna be an anal fuck
you'll remember forever." He took a couple more slides in the greased crease,
and then he angled the spongy tip of his mushroom head. He pointed it, at the
rounded sphincter entrance. He used a finger for a last test dip, puncturing
the hole and widening it, preparing it for his thickened hot meat. "Here you
go, little honey," he said, "the cock you been waiting for."

She took a deep breath and reached back with one hand to aid in the entrance.
But Andy shoved Susan's hand out of the way. He didn't want any extra anything
in there, except, of course, for his powerful meat wedge. "Baby," he said,
"you're gonna get the best stroke in town right now. Ready?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'm so ready it hurts."

He pushed forward, into the anal circle, and with one long thrust ‚entered her
ass flesh. "Ooooh, Christ!" she hollered. "Fuck!" He had landed in one stroke
the tip of his joint in the center of her bowels. Her fanny was held apart now,
not by his or her hands, but by the thick shaft of his huge erection. His bone
was stiff and meaty, and it filled her tube entirely, stretched her smooth anus
muscle into the diameter .of a silver dollar. He was pioneering inside her
butt, making her as though it was the first time. "It's so fucking fat," she
screamed. "Oooh, God, fuck!" She started scratching at the sheets, grabbing at
the pillow. Her body flipped up and down and in order to keep a good secure
grip or her, Andy reached up with both hands, taking hold of Susan's red,
perspiring shoulders. He held on tight around her neck and her shoulders and
kept his meat plunged deep in her fanny.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit," she moaned. "Shit, fuck, piss ... it's too fucking much,
man. You have to get it out. It's too ... fucking big!" She tried to get free,
to loosen up so that his joint ,would back out, like a worm exiting her cavity,
but there was no way. No matter how much she relaxed her anus muscle and it was
hard to do even that the feel was still tight and thick. It was like having put
on a glove that was too small. "Jesus, uuuuhhh," she grunted. "Please ... no
more ... that's enough... fuck."

"Just hang on, baby," he said, "this ride only just started." He reached one
hand under her chest and grabbed hold of her big firm right mammary. He kneaded
the flesh of her breast while punishing her asshole with his mammoth fuck
stick. She was sweating and moaning, groveling while he ravished her anus. "Oh,
no. Oh, no," she murmured. "Oh, Jesus, NO!" But it was all a vain, useless
effort. He was tied in deep, and there was no wrenching free until he wanted it
that way. Andy was an experienced ass fucker, and he knew how to get what he
wanted from a good, tight bunghole.

"Just another minute more, honey, and this first fuck will be history. Just
another minute ... ahhhhhh, perfect!" His joint throbbed, squirted off in the
chamber, flooded the back bowels with hot slippery jism. A moment later he
extracted the flesh injection tool from her anal cunt. He pulled out and rolled
onto his back alongside her. She collapsed in a combination of pre-orgasmic
ecstasy and post anal agony. "Fucking-A," she complained in a whisper. "That
thing of yours is so God damn big, you nearly killed me. My asshole won't be
the same for a year."

"Just think," said Andy, "if we weren't using any juice."

"You're kidding," she said. "Did you ever do it that way? With no lubricant?"

"All the time," he said. "I got one woman, a housewife like yourself, and she
insists that I don't use lubricant. She loves it big and thick and hot but no
juice. Funny, eh? He took along drag and blew out the smoke in a neat, thin
line. "I remember the time I fucked a girl five times a row up the ass-hole.
She couldn't sit down for a week. Ha, ha, ha. What a kick!" He took another
puff on his cigarette. "One, little `girl, couldn't have been more than fifteen
years old, answered my ad. She was a virgin anus, you know, and she had no idea
what she was getting herself in for. To top it all off, she had the smallest
little asshole you ever did see. I had to use about a pint of my Swedish lube
shit on her in order to get a finger in there. It was so tight I thought she
was gonna start bleeding. She screamed bloody fucking murder, and I got out of
there just in time, before her mother came home, early from work. What a mess!
Ha, ha, ha. It was a kick in the ass, alright. Her ass! Ho, ho, ho."

"That doesn't seem so funny to me," said' Susan, rubbing her still slightly
sore buns. "I mean, after all, a young girl like that."

"You know what?" said Andy. "That little bitch still calls me today. You know
that? She calls up and once a week I go out to her mother's house and service
her. It's not the same I mean her tube's all worn out and all. You know? I
mean, it really is something to see the change in her. But she can't live
without a good piece from me once a week. So I do it. It's the least I could do
eh?" He put his cigarette aside for a moment and reached &own between Susan's
soft thighs. "Maybe you and I'll get like that, eh baby? You know `what I
mean?" He found her clit in a second and started flicking it back and forth.
"You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, maybe," said Susan. She was beginning to wonder about Andy, about his
sexual attitude. He was, after all, a stranger, and he seemed to be more and
more sadistic with everything he said. But she liked the way he fingered her
clitoris. He seemed to know exactly how to push and pull on the little twat
prick, and his method of fucking her up the asshole, despite the fact that his
penis was gargantuan, was very efficient. She wondered if she could withstand
another onslaught in her bunghole. She doubted it, and for that reason took
Andy by the wrist and pulled his hand out from, between her loins. "I think we
better slow down a little," she said softly. "I don't think--"

"It's good that you don't think, honey," said Andy, cutting her off the way he
wanted to. He shoved his hand back between her thighs. "I just happen to like a
woman who doesn't think too much." He poked a finger into her vagina. "You just
keep your pretty little legs spread out and keep from thinking and you'll be
super happy, eh? Won't that be nice?" He stroked the silky interior of her cunt
flesh. His finger was covered with juice. "It's gonna be real nice. You'll like
it a lot."

"Now wait a second," she protested, "I just said that I don't want to do it
again. This is my house and --" He climbed onto her and shoved her hands behind
her head. She still didn't know what he was doing. He'd taken her by surprise.
From somewhere appeared his black bag. He pulled out a halter of some sort and
strapped it across her waist, still holding her hands with one of his hands. He
had the harness wrapped around her pelvis, and the leather straps of the thing
binded the flesh of her ass. "You just take it easy," said Andy, "and you'll
have a really nice buttfuck, eh?"

She tried to resist, but he held her by the hands too tightly. He rolled her
over, at one point, and somehow cinched the leather halter even tighter. It
held her from the sides. A moment later, when she was exhausted from
struggling, he climbed off her back and attached one end of the halter to the
side of the bedframe. He climbed back onto her, pulled out another strap from
the apparatus, and tied it to the opposite side of the bed. Two more straps
stretched upwards to the head of the bed, and he tied them around the bed
posts. She was stretched open at the fanny, by her thighs, her torso was held
in place by the belts which attached to the head of the bed.

"Oh, God," she moaned into the pillow, "what the hell are you doing to me?"

"Nothing that you wouldn't want done, honey," he said. "I could tell from
taking one look at you that this is what you need. I invented this saddle
myself. You like it? Ha, ha, ha. Isn't it nice? Ho, ho, ho." He laughed
sadistically and patted her on the buttocks. "Nice and smooth," he murmured. "A
little wet, but nice and smooth." Her cheeks were held open by the tension in
the leather straps. One crossed the small of her back, and two others were
wound around her smooth golden `thighs. Because she was belly down, and,
because of the angle at which he'd tied and fastened the gear, her asshole was
as vulnerable as possible. Even the sphincter muscle was slightly open, thanks,
to the leather saddle. "You see," he said. "I'm an expert at this sort of
thing. I know just how to make a little anal housewife happy. It's gonna be
fun, fun, fun." He greased his cock as he spoke. He stood off the bed at the
side. Susan turned her face, the only part of her body that she still had the
free use of, and said: "You're mad," she said, "You're crazy. I didn't call up
to get this."

"Sure, sure," he said. "You just called up to have me come and play kissy
facey." He leaned over his leather satchel again and pulled out a black stick.
It opened up like a telescope and the last portion of the extending rod turned
into horse hairs. He stroked Susan's fanny with the soft strands. Every now and
then he entered the open crease with the stick and pressed the hairs around the
entrance to her asshole tube. "Isn't that nicer?" he asked. "Don't you just
love being tied down like that? Eh?" He pushed the handle end of the stick into
her anus.

"Oooh, God, no!" she cried. Her plaintive appeal was nothing to Andy if not
encouragement that he was giving her what she wanted. "I like to hear you cry
like that," he said. "Makes me know you're having a good fun time, eh?" He
chuckled and pressed the knoby rod into her anus again. "Fuck," she moaned,
"please, no, I don't want you to hurt me."

"Hurt you? I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you up the
anus. Don't you know the difference little girl? Ha, ha, ha. That's rich. Up
the anus. Ho, ho, ho." He put the stick aside and climbed up between the backs
of Susan's legs. He leaned down so that his massive prick would go sliding on
her stretched open loins. He rubbed the underside of his joint against her
slick flesh. The tanned skin went red and chilled instantly. Andy looked down
and saw that despite her complaints, Susan was getting turned on. "Didn't I
tell you that you'd like this?" he said. `"Isn't that nice?"

It wasn't that what he was doing was hurting her. It was that she feared, tied
and unable to move as she was, that he might do something else that she would
not like, that would hurt her. She made a silent vow to try not to scream and
to never again have intercourse of any sort with a stranger. But it was much
too late for that kind of thinking.

"I imagine you want a little spanking, too," said Andy. "Isn't that right."

"No," she said into the pillow. "Please, I don't like that kind of thing."

"Of course you do," said Andy. "All anal women like a little pink ass every now
and then." With that he arranged himself for a good. angle on her firm
positioned cheeks. He opened his hand and slapped her ass flesh with his palm.
There was a smacking noise, like someone clapping, and he stroked up and down,
stinging her cheeks severely with his hand. He did this until he heard her
yelping and then he looked around at her face. There were tears in her eyes.
"You're crying like a little baby, Susan. Don't be a baby, now, because you
won't have any fun if you cry like that. This is going to be something nice for
you to remember. Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Something very, very nice."

Then he climbed back between her spread loins and used one finger to diddle in
her sphincter muscle. He pressed lightly and then, suddenly, he shoved his
entire digit up into her anus. "Ooooh, God, fuck No!" she moaned loudly "Please
... no!" But Andy held all the cards. He had his Ace finger up her anus and he
wasn't about to pull it out without getting a good long run up that tube. He
wormed back and forth in there, spreading the thing, making it bigger and
better than ever. "There," he said, pulling his finger slowly out of the long
tight tube, "isn't that nice, little girl? Isn't that just the best little feel
you ever did have?"

He didn't wait for her answer. He climbed up to her asshole with his stiff cock
and pushed the head of his meat into the space. He jammed forward and thrust
his joint all the way up the length of the anal canyon. He landed far back in
her soft bowels and moaned and grunted as he went: "Oh, yeah, nice little
asshole. Nice little anus fuck. Just so smooth and so nice. What a perfect
little fanny you have, Susan, once we get it going, eh? Once we get it nice and
open with my big hog."

"Oh, please," she begged him. "Won't you please let up? It's just too much."
But if she told the truth, she rather liked the idea of being stretched spread
eagle, of having no choice in what would happen to her soft, smooth flesh. She
could feel the juice puddling down between her loins. She knew that no matter
how much he was spreading her asshole tube, she was also getting hot and
bothered. It was the thickest piece of cock she'd ever had up her asshole, and
one that she wouldn't ever forget. She was waiting, though, for the final
moment, for when he would ejaculate, spit out his sperm juice inside her
bowels, make her insides go hot and wet with pudding. "Come on," she said,
"hurry up. Make it come. Come on."

"Just a second," he said, holding her by her trim smooth hips. "I want this to
last for just another minute or so." He pounded his groin flat against her ass
cheeks. He made sure that her cave was full of both hot cock meat and hot sperm
juice. It didn't take long for him to get the second done. He became orgasmic,
filled her bowels with the creamy juice, and then pulled out.

"Oh, God," she muttered, "now will you let me out of this contraption? Please?"

He smiled and then laughed outright. "In a minute," he said. "I just want to
get a quick little picture and then I'll let you go."

"What do you mean a picture," she protested. She could only look sideways and
when she did, she saw that he stood at the side of the bed with a camera which
he'd apparently pulled out of his black bag. The camera flashed. and she knew
that now there was a permanent record of her infidelity. There was no way that
if Charley saw this picture she could explain it. She thought about telling him
she'd taken the picture and, tied herself up alone, but it would be an obvious,
lie, an impossible thing to have done. "Jesus," she said, "you really are an
asshole."

"Now, now," said Andy, putting his, camera away, let's be friends. Besides, you
aren't in very good shape to be saying nasty things about me, now, are you?" He
smiled and. pulled on the cord of leather which held her hands spread out. She
winced at the instant pain this caused her. "Please," she said, "let me loose."

"Alright, alright," said Andy. "Stop your bleating and your bitching and I'll
let you up."

She remained quiet. He untied the straps around her butt, the leather throngs
holding her wrists to the head of the bed. He took the harness off of her
pelvis and gathered up the leather saddle. "There you are," he said, getting
dressed. "Wasn't that nice?"

She sat upon the side of the bed rubbing her waist where the leather had
gathered tight. She massaged her wrists "You're an asshole," she ,said. He
slapped her quickly across the face. "Don't ever call me that again," said
Andy. "I'll beat the fucking shit out of you if you do." She lay back in the
bed. "What makes you think you'll ever see me again," she said with vengeance.
"I'll never call you here again if you're the last man on earth."

"Don't forget," he said, on his way out of the bedroom with his leather
satchel, "that I have your picture here." She grabbed the alarm clock off the
end table and threw it with all her might at him. But he sidestepped the thing,
chuckled, and left. She lay back in bed, no longer horny, but not all together
sure what exactly had happened. "Shit," she grunted, "what an asshole." But
deep down inside she was excited by the forced fuck and by the prospect that
she might again get that huge meat of his stuffed up her anus.

VII: ANAL BEACH PARTY

The following weekend Dave and Charley went hunting and left their women
behind. It was only natural that Gloria and Susan continue to develop their
interest in anal sex with each other. On Friday night they spent about four
hours in bed together, licking each other's titties, kissing each other's
cunts, fingering each other's assholes. It was a kind of lesbian mini-orgy.
They used kitchen oil to rub down their bodies at one point, and even though it
was rather messy, it was also extremely slippery. The two women went sliding
their luscious fresh flesh against each other, clamping their loins around this
or that limb, pressing their mouths together in long luxurious kisses, using
their tongues to eat out each other's assholes and pussies. They fell asleep
that night in an embrace normally reserved for heterosexual lovers.

The next morning, however, they were as horny as a couple of teenage virgins.
"I can't get over it," said Gloria. "We fucked all night and we came and
everything,' and here we' are frustrated as hell all over again."

"I know," said Susan, "woman's work is never done."

"I got an idea," said Gloria. "Why don't we go to the beach. I bet we could
pick up a couple of teenage guys and fuck out our brains with them. It would be
a real kick to get a virgin male to fuck us up the ass, eh?" ."Not a bad idea,"
said Susan. "Let's do it."

They dressed in bikinis and other than the slim bathing suits, took only towels
with them. They went to the Santa Monica beach which was crowded with high
school students and surfers, old drunks and an occasional whore. "You know,"
said Susan, as they made their way across the hot sand, "I wonder how we're
gonna get these two guys, where ever they are, to pick us up."

"Don't worry about that," said Gloria. "I bet we don't even, get to put down
our, towels before some guy's showing us his cock." She laughed because an old
woman they were passing by had looked up with a scowl on her face.

They spread their towels not far from the wet sand. It was hot and sunny, and
there must have been hundreds of people out that day. The beach was lined with
lovely women wearing only bikinis. Every now and then a woman with no bra at
all would pass by, her titties shaking, her ass quaking, her lovely long legs
carrying her off to some other slightly more private portion of the Santa
Monica water front. "I can't get over it," said Susan when she saw such a young
woman pass by, "how girls today just go out and do whatever they want. I'm only
a couple of years older than she is, but I'd never think about going around
like that. When I was younger it was just out of the question."

"We've come a long way," said Gloria. "I like it this way." She stretched out
on her back and spread sun tan oil along her arms and legs. Her smooth flesh
glistened in the bright afternoon sun. "I hope our knights in shining armor
show up really soon," she added. "I burn easy." She laughed at her own joke and
lay back with her eyes closed to bake in the sun. Susan did the same thing and
it didn't take long for the two lovely women to drift to sleep on the beach.

And it didn't take long for two teenage boys to catch sight of the young
sleeping beauties. They picked up their towels, and, pretending to have just
arrived, made camp alongside Gloria and Susan. "Well," said one of the young
men, "looks like they're sleeping."

Gloria opened her eyes a notch and caught sight of one of the young men. He was
big, tanned and brawny, and as far as Gloria was concerned, he was made to
order. She figured that a man with a chest as large as his would have to have a
big fuck-stick as well. "I don't know for sure," `she whispered to Susan who
was still dozing, "but I think they've arrived." Susan rolled half-way over.
"What?" Gloria nodded in the direction of the two young men. "I think they're
here for us, Susan. Get ready." She closed her eyes and pretended to be
sleeping again. So did Susan.

"Hello, ladies," said one of the young men. "My name's Dick and this is my
buddy Larry. We thought you might be interested in a little company."

"Oh, hello," said Gloria, pretending not to have seen the young men. "Well, I
guess we wouldn't mind a little company, would we, Susan." They `made
introductions. `Dick and Larry were -- it turned out -- both surfers, both
young, probably sixteen Or seventeen, and both were interested in some fast
action. This suited the girls, and it only took a few minutes of casual beach
conversation for everyone to agree to return to Dick's apartment on the
boardwalk.

There, still dressed in their bathing suits, all four of them began drinking
wine and smoking grass, which Larry just happened to have handy, and it didn't
take a long time for everyone to get quite high and very aroused. "You know,"
said Larry, eyeing Susan's big titties and long smooth legs, "I sure wouldn't
mind having a sister like you."

"Well," said Susan, reaching out and taking his hand, "I wouldn't mind having a
brother like you, Larry. Except then I wouldn't be able to have sex with you."
She smiled and took his open hand to play with her leg. She guided him down
between her loins. They were sitting on the floor and she had her long smooth
legs spread out. It would be nothing for him to reach up into her covered
snatch. "Listen," he said, "why don't we excuse ourselves for a minute or two,
eh?" She smiled and he took her off to the bedroom.

"The reason I wanted to be alone with you," he said, "is because I like the way
you smile." Susan winked at him and turned around. "Would you mind, Larry,
taking my top off?" The youth blushed and undid the strap. Susan turned back
around. "The reason I wanted to be alone with you, Larry," she said, "is
because I like the looks of your crotch." She reached one hand down between his
legs and rubbed the place in his trunks where his cock was. Larry was busy
inspecting her titties until he felt her hand massaging his joint. "Wow," he
said, "you're really good at that."

"Well," she said, falling to her knees between his legs, "I kind of like you,
Larry. And when a girl likes a fella, well, you know how that is." Her hands
slid gracefully between his legs and under his trunks. She came up inside his
bathing suit holding onto his cock and balls. `Wow," he said, "I didn't think
you really liked me all that much already." She smiled and withdrew her hands
from. his crotch. She came around the topside of his trunks and loosened the
drawstring. Then she slipped the trunks down around his knees, thereby exposing
his genitals. "Well," she said, "I was right."

"Right about what?" blushed Larry. He knew, though, what she meant. He waited
for her to say it.

"You do have a nice big cock, don't you?" She took the head of his big meat in
her hand. She stretched the firming muscle out away from his body and licked
it, with her tongue. She sucked on the base of the joy rod and before long she
had him fully erect. "Now," she said, "that's a little more like it, no?"

Larry took her head in his, hands. He pressed her face into his crotch. He
rubbed her smooth blonde cheek against his dick. The feel of her satin skin
against his boner made him hot. He liked her face rubbing in his crotch. Susan
helped him get aroused by using her hands. She rubbed his fanny. She stroked
the space between his buns with one finger. Up and down, lightly, in the groove
she caressed his ass. "Oh, yeah," said Larry, "I like the way you do that."

"Good," she said, his cock still sliding back and forth next to her face. "I
want you to be happy, Larry." He reached down and cupped her mammoth titties.
He caressed the nipples, teased them just a little, and then palmed the full
pendular breasts themselves. He kneaded the soft flesh, the heating breasts,
and his palms were full of her large nipples, the pink tips and the big brown
caps. "God damn," he said, "you sure do have the kind of titties I like to play
with!"

"My breasts are very sensitive, Larry," she panted. "It makes me feel
especially good when you play with them that way." She spoke in a whisper. Her.
breath was coming faster. Her heart beat strong in her soft chest. "I'm getting
turned on," she told him. "It's getting nice in my cunt. Would you like to play
with my twat a little?" She came upright, standing, her legs spread, her
titties still in his hands. His fingers let loose of her big soft boobs. He
stroked down along her smooth stomach. He arrived at her cunt. "You bet I
would." He worked his fingers under her bikini bottom. "This thing's in the
way," he told her as his fingers began to feel up her vagina, her bush and the
wet crack. "Take it off." He took his hand out of her groin.

She smiled and slipped out of the bottom of her bathing suit. "There," she
said, tossing the colorful strap aside. "Is that better?" She spread her naked
legs and shook her hips. "Do you see what you want now, Larry?" she asked.

He looked down at her cunt. He pushed her backwards and she lost her balance,
toppling onto the bed on her back. "Now I see what I want," he said, watching
her titties bounce into place. He climbed up between her legs. "Maybe," she
said, as he came down on her chest with his torso, "you'd like to have
something really special from me."

"Special?" he asked, stroking her silky blond hair, pressing his chest against
her titties and fingering her cunt, down between their two bodies. "What
special?"

"Well," she said, "why don't you get that big hard prick of yours wet in my
twat, and then I'll show you what I mean."

"Sure," said Larry. "Couldn't ask for a better beginning myself." He slid his
finger out from the wet twat hole. "Nice and greasy," he said. Then he used his
hand to guide his beefy joint into place. He pushed forward, down deep, and
filled Susan's narrow tube with all the cock she could possibly wish for.
"Oooh, fuck" she even moaned, "that's delicious." She rolled her hips so as to
be sure to make the young teenager's cock as wet and slippery as possible. She
wanted him well-lubricated because she was going to ask him to fuck her up the
asshole. "O.k.," she said, after he'd stroked inside her tube for a while, "I
want you to take it out now."

He'd had plenty of luck listening to her so far, so he decided to continue in
this fashion. He pulled his prick out of her vagina. "Now what?" he asked.

"Now," said Susan, rolling over between her legs and showing off her hot pink
fanny, "put your fingers in my cunt and get some of that juice. Spread it
around on my asshole. O.k.?"

"You're the boss, lady," said Larry. He happily went to work getting enough
juice from Susan's pussy to coat her asshole with a thin covering of
lubrication Every now and then he stuck his finger into her anus, just to be
sure he knew what he was getting himself into, and wormed around inside it.
"Oooh, yes," she said, "that's the way, young Larry. That's the way to make me
hot, alright. It feels nice." She rolled her buttocks open and closed on his
digit by shaking her hips. "Wow!" exclaimed the surfer. "You sure do know what
you want, don't you!"

"Yes," she said, "and I think it's time you gave it to me." He took the cue and
started sliding his joint up and down in her anal crack. He rubbed up and down
between the firm fanny buns. He made sure his prick was good and hot. Then he
took the mushroom head and aimed it at her asshole. He pushed down and it went
in.

"Oooh, God," grunted Susan, "that's the way. Go hard. Now go hard."

He pushed hard, the way she wanted it, and filled her asshole tube full of his
young meat. "Is that how ... uuuumph ... you ,like it?" he asked. She didn't
say anything. She'd stretched her hands out to grab something for support and
she had her face buried in the pillow. "Are you o.k.?" he asked. Susan lifted
her head. She nodded and grunted, but she still didn't say anything. "Lady? Are
you alright?" he asked again.

Finally she blurted out:. "Ooooh, God, yes! That's good, darling. That's God
damn good!" He couldn't believe how passionate she was for his prick in her
bunghole. He reached around her hips, however, and stuffed her twat with along
finger. He gave the inside of her front hole a good thrashing, easily as much
sexual stimulation as he was giving her back hole. He used his other free hand
to reach up under her chest. Locating her large pendular titty, he squeezed and
rubbed. He tweaked the nipple, the big brown cap, the cherry tip, and he
kneaded the soft flesh of the body of the breast. "Ooooh, God," moaned Susan,
who was having a, sensual festival for her body, "I love it." She had a finger
up her cunt, a hand on her titty, and a cock up her asshole. She could not have
asked for more. "You have me nice," she told the young man. "You have me very,
very nice."

A moment later he was shooting off in her anal cavity. He flooded the rear
canyon with his anxious sperm juice. She rolled her buttocks to make it that
much better for him, and though she hoped he wouldn't leave her too soon, the
young man had already begun to pull his spent hog out of the long smooth anal
muscle. Susan gave him a last squeeze, a tug and a milking rub, and then his
erect prick popped out of her ass flesh. "That was nice," she said quickly. "I
sure do hope you want to do it again."

He blushed as he rolled onto his back, his cock flopping between his thighs. "I
need a little break," he said, "but I sure would like to do it at least once
more." He smiled and waited for Susan to answer. She was so hot and
pre-orgasmic that she could barely speak. "It was my first time that way," said
Larry. "I like it. You know that? I really do like it."

"Good," said Susan. "That's good." She was still breathless. Her chest heaved
up and down, her loins sweated, and her cunt leaked a steady flow of oily
juice. "I'm so fucking hot," she said. "I don't know how you do it," she said,
"but I'm really hot." She reached down to the youth's hot, hard pecker. She
palmed it with one hand. She had thought she would only touch it lightly, but
once she got a feel of the thing, she had to get more. She climbed down close
to his crotch. "I'll just play with it for a little while until you're ready,
eh?" She smiled as she stroked his prick. Her fingers went up and down along
the shaft of his penis. She ended up around the base, squeezing his firming joy
rod until the mushroom head turned bright pink, red.

"You're good, Susan," said Larry. The blood rushing to his head. He looked down
between his legs. Susan's hands were wrapped around his cock, and she was
brushing her long silky blond hair back behind her head. She worked his prick
muscle with her fingers, the way a farmer's daughter milks a cow's teat. She
rolled a ripple into the muscle and then leaned close with her open mouth. She
sucked up the hot spongy head. Her lips surrounded the crown and sucked it off.
She applied a great deal of sucking pressure to Larry's hot penis tip, so much
that he felt like; coming in her face right then. He wondered if she would
swallow it down. Just as he was about to moan with orgasmic ecstasy, Susan
pulled her face away: "Are you hot enough?" she asked.

"Oh, God, yes," he said. "Do you want to suck my jism out of my penis?"

"With my asshole, I do," she said. "How's that sound?"

He'd completely forgotten about that.

"Sure," he said, delighted with the idea of another opportunity to punch her
butt. "That's a good idea." She rolled off of his crotch and onto her belly.
She spread her legs and reached back and held her ass cheeks open. The brown
hole was predominant in the groove. "O.k.," she said, "come and get it!"

He smiled lecherously and climbed up between her smooth thighs. Her buns needed
a little pressing which he was happy to provide. He gave her cheeks a couple of
squeezes, and then he stuffed a finger into her anus. "Oh, God, good!" she
squeaked. "That's the way to do it, Larry. Keep that finger going." He kept his
finger going. He went all the way down her anal track. Then he pulled out
slowly. "Use your cock now," she told him. "Stuff your prick in there now!"

He took hold of her buttocks with his two strong surfer hands. He spread her
wide open and put his cock into place. He was ready-to mount her for the second
time. His big red boner was hot and stiff. "O.k.," he said, "here you go,
lady." He slammed forward and his prick went in one long stroke all the way up
her anus. He landed the mushroom head at the back of her bowels. She started
screaming bloody murder, complaining and enjoying about every inch of that
thick meat crammed into her asshole. "Good," she grunted. "Fuck me good, Larry.
Good and hard." She pushed backwards so that she could control his prick in her
asshole. She stuffed herself with his big cock. She made sure that if he wanted
to, he could go even deeper. She swung her hips around in a soft circle which
stimulated the sides of Larry's big shaft. "You do that just right," he told
her. "You fuck me with your asshole the way some girls fuck with their pussies.
I like that, lady. It's good."

He leaned down close and rode her like a jockey rides a horse. He had his face
close to her blushing cheek, his cock pressed fully inside her anal cavity. He
whispered in her ear: "Ride me, baby. Ride me hard." She gasped and bounced him
on her back. His cock swung upwards and she knew that he was throbbing. "You're
going to come?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," he answered softly. "I'm going to give you some more sweet pudding,
little girl. All the jism you can possibly use." He stroked down deep and
started squirting off. He let loose of his second wad in her anus. "Fuck," he
grunted at the end, "that was nice."

"Don't leave!" Susan started to say, but it was too late. The young surfer had
pulled his hot wet hog out of her asshole He ended up on his side next to her.
"You're good," he was saying, but Susan wasn't paying any attention. She had
been on the verge of an anal orgasm, and because the fellow had pulled out she
just missed having herself come. "God damn," she muttered, "why'd you stop?"

"I was all done," said Larry. "Why not stop?"

"Fuck," she grumbled, her `face heated and red, her eyes flashing. "I wasn't
done."

"Sorry," he said. "Next time."

"Ah, shit," grumbled Susan, and she'd have said more, but it was just then that
Gloria's friendly voice filtered through to the bedroom: "You two having as
much fun as we are?"

"Some of us are," said Susan at the top of her lungs, "and some of us aren't."

"Reason I ask,!" came the voice through `the door, "is. we want to be sure and
be alone for a little while longer. You mind staying cooped up in there for
just a little bit more?"

"Not at all," said Susan. "Let us know when you're done." She smiled and looked
over at Larry. "Apparently, your friend is having a good time with my friend."
Larry nodded. "Want to take a look-see?" asked Susan in a whisper. "You know,
just to see what it looks like the way they do it?"

They tip-toed out the bedroom door and opened it a crack. They both peered out
between the door frame and the open door. "How about that!" whispered Susan.
"Will you get a load- of that style?" Larry moaned: "How do they do it?"

What Larry and Susan saw was this: Gloria had her legs spread wide and she
leaned with her hands spread against the wall. Her buttocks were wide open, as
they would have to be in order to accommodate Dick's huge fuck-stick, and 8he
was standing. He had a hold of her breasts, from behind, and was jamming his
prick up into her. He too was upright. They were both standing. Though Gloria
was on a slight tilt, for all practical purposes, they were getting an anus
fuck by standing up. It was quite a sight to see.

"I'll be damned," said Susan, "I wonder why I never tried it standing up."

"It's because Dick's so tall," whispered Larry. "He can get his joint up there
without any trouble at all." They took to watching their friends in anal
intercourse. Dick was working his flesh needle up between Gloria's smooth white
buns. He had most of his cock buried upwards in the anal cavity, and he was
still holding onto Gloria's big melon-styled titties. He was working the hot
breasts with both hands while his prick went flying up her anus. "Uuuuh, God,"
she moaned, looking down between her body and the wall, "I want you to do some
stuff up front, too, Dick."

He responded immediately, removed one hand from her chest and let his fingers
go searching between her tender loins for her cunt hole. He found her clit, it
appeared, and rubbed the little rubbery knob until chills and a blush climbed
up Gloria's otherwise ivory complected body. She began to perspire and quiver.
She spread her legs a little wider, and Dick continued to manipulate her
clitoris. It didn't take long at all for Gloria to moan out her heated passion.
"Come on, Dick," she said with excitement, "It's time to go hard. Go really
fucking hard now." She rolled her hips on his joint. If she'd leaned backwards,
and if he'd cupped his hands around her buns, she'd have been sitting with her
hefty little asshole on his big tough flesh `spike. "Wow," he whispered to her,
"that's really something, Gloria Let me feel you squeeze a bit"

"Squeeze? You asked for it!" She was delighted with the opportunity to milk his
thick prick with her smooth anal muscles.

She gave him a little smile, over the shoulder, and their she took to
concentrating on using her ass hole tube to make him come. She contracted,
flexed her interior muscle and tugged on the head of his meat and on the thick
shaft. A moment later it was plain to see, from the way his butt hammered away,
from the way his hips shoved forward against Gloria's smooth ass cheeks, that
Dick was ejaculating in her bunghole. "Oooh, yes," he moaned, "that's just
right, honey. That's just the little buttfuck I was needing. Mmmmmm." With that
he pulled, his joy rod out of her corn holed ass. "I like that, baby," he said.
"I liked that a lot" He sat down on the couch and smiled at her. She went over
and sat at his feet, stroking his legs, cooing because he'd given her such an
excellent thrill.

"That's really something," said Larry to Susan as he shut the bedroom door. "It
looks like they really hit it off."

"It sure does," said Susan, wondering if she hadn't ended up with the wrong
young man. "How you feeling yourself?" She eyeballed his cock which had curled
up like an elephant trunk.

"I feel fine," he said. "You want it once more, eh?"

"I wouldn't mind," said Susan with a sexy smile. She stretched her hand toward
Larry's groin.

"I'll really grind it into you this time, honey," he promised. Having seen his
friend and Gloria at it, he was easily turned on. He gave Susan complete access
to his cock and balls, and she took advantage of every inch. She rubbed the
shaft of his dick, the tip and the rim of the crown, and she used her long
slender finger to stroke his balls, too. "Wow," he said, "I think this one's
gonna be the best yet."

Then he had her bent over, using the foot of the bed for support. He used his
hands to spread her soft buns. The tube was plenty juicy, ripe and ready for a
good stiff probe. He shoved his thick muscle up the ass hole corridor. "Oooh,"
squeaked Susan, "it feels bigger than before and I mean a lot bigger."

"Good," said young Larry. He reached around and squeezed her titties. He rubbed
her breasts with his palms while he scrubbed her asshole with his tough cock
meat. The head of his joint was punching in her bowels when she started
wailing: "Fuck me hard, Larry. Use your fingers on my clit. Fuck me good and
hard. Don't miss my twat-penis, honey. Don't forget that." He let loose of her
breasts and went for the beaver pie. He stroked her clit with his long middle
digit, and the more he caressed and fondled the minicock, the easier it was to
get his prick up higher inside Susan's hot bunghole tube. "Shit," she grunted,
"just one more.., stroke... and ... oooh, yes, Larry. Yes, yes, yes!" She
turned orgasmic. She thrust her hips backwards and impaled herself on his flesh
sword.

A moment later, he, too, let loose with his sex juice and the fuck up her ass
was over. He pulled his prick out and sat down on the edge of the bed. She
collapsed along side him. "That was the way, honey," she said. "I mean my
husband never even did it three times in a row up my asshole."

"You're married?" said Larry, dumbfounded.

"Very happily married," she said. "Didn't you know that? Gloria and I are both
married. We're just out joy riding for the afternoon. You don't mind, do you?"

"I was kind of hoping we'd see each other again," said Larry.

"So? We can see each other even though I'm married." She smiled and kissed him
on his arm. Then she stood up and, wiped herself a bit. A few minutes later
both Susan and Gloria were dressed and ready to leave. "Thanks a lot, Larry,"
said Susan, "and don't worry, I'll be seeing you again sometime. It doesn't
matter at all that I'm married. When it comes to anal fucking, marriage doesn't
mean a damn."

VIII: BUNGHOLE DREAM

It didn't take long for Susan to get into the, swing of being an anal fuck. She
loved doing it, loved making, men that .way, and she especially enjoyed giving
Charley the works -- as often, as hot, as much as he wanted. She could spread
her cheeks at the drop of a hat, and Charley would start ramming his prick into
her tube. She loved it. One time, about two months after they'd been into their
rear intercourse activities, Charley had barely arrived home after work when
Susan turned around, pulled up her skirt, showed him her firm, round globes and
her delightful little crack, and ...wham! He shot his joint right on up her
hole. He didn't even take his pants off for that trick, just pulled down his
zipper and rubbed around for a second to get his meat stiff, and then he shot
up, injected her with his flesh needle. They both came instantly.

It wasn't always so easy, however. One night Charley arrived home after an
exceptionally difficult day. He was tired and ready for dinner and `a good
night's sleep. But Susan, on the other hand, was well rested and frustrated.
She set the table especially nice, as a hint to Charley about what she was
interested in getting, and when she sat down opposite him, she had her blouse
loose so that every time she leaned forward her titties were in plain sight.
Charley could hardly eat dinner with his wife making every effort to turn him
on. "O.k, o.k.," he finally said, putting down his fork, "if I fuck you right
now will you let me eat in peace?"

"Well," she said, "it depends how good you are?" She smiled and stood up,
putting her napkin down and unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. "Do you
like my titties today?" She showed him both of her full pendular breasts. She'd
been spending a lot of time on a nudist beach up the coast and her big knockers
were tanned and full. The soft skin was as brown as the silver dollar caps
themselves. Her titty tips were cherry red.

"How can I not like them," said Charley. "Come on." He too, stood up from the
table and he took his wife's hand and led her to the `bedroom. But before they
entered their room, he took her in his arms. "Why am I so lucky to have a girl
like your he cooed. "So fresh? So big? So sexy?" He leaned down and kissed her
right titty with his, open mouth. He sucked up the nipple and slid a hand down
under her skirt. He came up with snatch in his fingers. His index finger
started snapping her clit. She gasped and said: "Charley, let's go." They broke
the embrace only to resume their love-making in bed in the nude.

"You know," said Susan, "I waited all day for you. I couldn't think about
anything but you, about your big cock, about your strong hands and arms around
me, about your penis grinding into my cunt and into my asshole. Did you know
that?"

"I do now," said Charley. "Yes indeed, I do know that now." He spread his hands
around her large firm titties. He squeezed the tips and massaged the base of
the hills of flesh. He sucked off the tip of one titty and then Susan went down
on his pro-tuberant hog. She wrapped her lips around the head of his mushroom
meat while `he lay on his back. He spread his legs in order to give her more
room to work in. She used her tongue and her lips to massage the head of his
meat. Before long, she had him full and thick, as stiff as he could be. "Look
at that bone-on," she said, admiring her work, "you sure do get big, Charley. I
really mean it." She let her hands slide down around his erection. Then she
resumed her sucking action on the head of his meat. "Mmmm," she hummed, and she
thought to herself: nothing quite so nice as getting Charley ready to fuck my
bunghole. She continued to work out with her lips on the spongy head of his
joint. She sucked especially hard because she wanted him especially hot. She
licked the rim from time to time, but for the most part she just sucked like a
vacuum. Then she sat up holding her husband's stiff penis in her right fist. "I
like to squeeze it," she said. "Do you mind?"

"No," he said. "Squeeze as hard as you like." She didn't squeeze too hard, but
she did test her grip on his phallus. She licked the head of the mushroom penis
with her tongue while she squeezed the shaft with her light fingers. "Ahhhh,
good," said Charley. "Time for the lube stuff, eh?"

Susan let loose of his prick and spread out on her belly. She stretched her
hands out above her head, and she stretched her legs out as wide as they would
go. Charley, meanwhile, located the tube of lubricant, and opened it up. He
couldn't help but take a good look, though, at his wife's anus. The smooth
round globes of her ass were spread. They were soft and silky looking. The
groove was long, narrow, and dark. The brown hole at the bottom of the crack
was a perfect circle of tight muscle flesh Inside that was the dark tube. It
looked shiny and Susan did something to make it look even better. She reached
back and pushed her ass cheeks dosed for a minute to that her little hole could
not be seen. Then she pulled the flesh globes back out of the way and revealed
the flexing sphincter muscle. "Nice," said Charley, who was now ready with the
ooze.

He started by spreading the oily cream along the trough. He filled it neatly,
so that it was as greasy and well-lubricated as possible. To do this he used
his finger. He rubbed down along the crack with his middle digit. When his
finger came to her crater, he stuffed it in. He didn't care how it felt for
her. He just wanted to get his finger into that little brown hole. He squirmed
his finger into place in there, and tugged on the tight flesh of the anus
muscle.

"Oooh, good," said Susan. "That's nice like that."

Charley pushed his finger all the way down the tube. He jammed his digit into
her bowels, even, and he stirred up the smooth flesh around his finger. "Mmm..
mm," he hummed, "is that nice, too?"

She rocked her hips so that his finger would get a squeeze from her anus tube.
"Yes," she said, "it's very nice, but I'm not hot enough to come yet." Charley
put aside the tube of grease. "I'm going to put my cock in there, in the crease
first, and maybe that will make you hot."

"Try it," she said. "We don't have anything to lose, right?" He leaned close to
his wife's warm buns and close to her open ass crack. He used one hand to place
his big. erect penis between the flesh walls. It looked like a hot dog sandwich
made of cock and ass cheeks. The buns were slippery with lube grease, and
Charley's cock took a slide in the flesh canal. All of his shaft was covered
with meaty ass flesh. He went up and down in the crevice of her fanny, sliding
in the space between her hot, oily cheeks.

"Oooh," she moaned in a whisper, "that's getting me started, but I think we
should use the dildo first, darling. What do you think?"

"Good idea," said Charley. He climbed out of the ass canyon and looked at his
shiny joint. "You'll just have to wait, buster," he said, "and it'll be better
when she's hot, anyhow." He found the dildo in the bedside drawer and turned it
on. It vibrated with a steady whirring sound. The batteries were fresh and the
rubber prong was ready for some anal wailing. He pushed the quivering tip of
the mechanical cock into his wife's anus.

"Oooh, good," she said, "that's getting me really hot, Charley." She came up on
her hands and knees. "Maybe you can get it in further this way." He pushed
harder, and sure enough, the electric prong went probing deeper in Susan's
asshole. She shook her hips from side to side, moaned blissfully, and enjoyed
the deeply penetrating shaking rubber cylinder which was inside her rear hole.
"It's doing me ... just right!" she exclaimed. "I like it."

A moment later Charley extracted the shaking rubber prong from Susan's anus. He
wiped it clean and applied it from the other side of her body, to her front
hole. She was still on her hands and knees and it was easy for him to get the
dildo into her cunt. There he used it like an electric egg beater and mixed up
her cunt juices. He concentrated on getting her cut twitching. To do, so, he
pushed the rubber tip of the imitation phallus against the ceiling of her cunt
where her clitoris was. He rubbed the massage device up and down against
Susan's cunt-prick. Soon she was juicing profusely and her hips were getting
red and hot. "Oh, Charley," she moaned, "my asshole feels empty, darling. Won't
you put your penis in my asshole now?"

Charley held the dildo in place in his wife's vagina. He lifted his penis with
his other hand. It took a minute, but then he had the mushroom head near her
brown hole; His hips pushed forward, and, naturally, his erect penis went
sliding into the tight muscle of `Susan's ass. Her cheeks spread and turned
pink and lusty. Charley's cock was soon all the way inside his wife's anus
tube. And he still had the dildo in his other hand up Susan's cunt hole.
Rubbing her asshole and her clitoris at the same time made her so horny that
she could hardly hold still.

"Oh, God," she cried, "do it hard, Charley. Do it really hard!" Her body
quivered with ecstasy. She had a big hot meat in her asshole and she had a
rubbing rubber prong in her vagina. What more could an anal wife ask for? "Do
it harder, Charley. Do it so fucking hard that it kills me!"

Charley cocked his hips and slammed his pelvis forward. His groin went flush
with his wife's ass cheeks. Her skin was soft in his pubic hair, and her anal
muscle was tight and smooth around his fat oiled cock. "Here's the sperm juice,
baby," he warned her, and with that he throbbed off in her anal cavity,
flooding her with his sperm squirting joint.

"Shit," she mumbled when it was all over, "I wish I had come."

"You didn't get an orgasm?" he said softly laying next to her.

"No, darling," she said, "but if you screw my anus with that dildo for a little
while longer, I think I can' do it."

"Sure," said Charley, "but maybe you'd prefer to have my prick up there in a
minute or two?"

"Yes," said Susan, "but you aren't ready yet." She looked at his soft joint.
"It has to be big and hard in order to squeeze in there." She reached to his
penis and rubbed it with her fingers. "Why don't you fuck me with the dildo
first, and then use that big fuck-stick of yours." `She leaned down and kissed
the head of his mushroom pecker.

"I'll tell you what," said Charley, scrambling through the bedside drawer,
"we'll use this first, o.k.?" He showed `her the sculpted prick. She smiled and
he knew that he was going to have a good time pumping her asshole with the
imitation penis. She spread out for him right away.

He took. the thing and rubbed it up and down between her ass cheeks. Pretty
soon she started wiggling her hips from side to side, and then she begged him
to stuff her anus with it. He did that and she screamed with delight. The fuck
tool filled her up nicely. When he had enough of fucking her asshole with that
rod he took it out of her tube and replaced it with the dildo nozzle. He turned
the electric penis on full force. It twirled like an egg-beater in her
bunghole.

"Oh, God, Charley," she moaned, "that thing is really hot; Oh, yes, that's
good. That's really good, but I think we need more juice." He pulled the joy
stick out of her ass flesh and dipped it in the other side, in her pulsing
vagina. When it was properly wet down, he returned it to the anus hole. He
pushed it in to the hilt. It rubbed around and electrified his wife's asshole
tube "Oooh, Christ," she began moaning, "that's more like it. Oh, fucking
Christ. Oh, Jesus fucking God. Oooooh!"

When he thought she was hot enough, he took the vibrator out of her shit tube
and turned it off. He lifted his stiffening penis up to her buns and went for a
slide on the smooth slopes of her ass flesh. Then he pushed his joint back and
forth between the buns themselves. It was slippery and, slick and juicy as
could be. He held her around the waist and fingered her cunt at the same time.
Finally, his meaty joint was stiff enough to fuck her asshole. He took the head
of his meat in one hand and used the other hand to hold her ass cheeks apart.
He pushed forward and supplied her tube with a gargantuan thrust from his cock.
In one stroke he not only entered, but penetrated her slender tube down to the
bowels. He filled lovely Susan's fanny with all of his hot hog.

"Fuck my `asshole," she moaned in a whisper. "Oh, fuck my asshole, Charley." He
spread her buns with his hands and jammed down hard with his pelvis. His stiff
flesh nail tacked her down to the bed. He reached under her chest and palmed
her big smooth breasts. The nipples were erect like little rose buds, and her
chest flesh was perspiring with lusty heat. He rubbed the mounds on her chest
until she couldn't take it any longer. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I'm coming. Fuck
me harder than ever, Charley, because `I'm coming!" He pounded, hammered his
meat in her anus, and she juiced and puddled on the bed. Then he, too,
ejaculated and flooded her anal canyon once again with hot sperm juice. When he
was done, he. yanked his prick free ,of her fanny and rolled off to the side.

"Wow!" she said. "That was really something, Charley. Remember the first time
we did it? How frightened I was? Boy, I really like this asshole fucking now a
lot; You know what I mean?"

"Sure, I know what you mean," said Charley. "It's nice to get a nice little
anus fuck going every now and then."'

After that they showered and sat back down to dinner. Charley felt rejuvenated,
no longer tired from work. He ate a hearty meal and after dessert returned to
bed. Susan, of course, did the dishes and then went to bed with her husband. In
the middle of the night she woke up feeling somewhat of an anal crave. She
couldn't tell if she was dreaming or not, but she knew she had to have
something up her asshole. She started fingering herself by using one digit in
her butt and the other hand and a finger in her vagina. She was laying on her
back and playing with her ass and her cunt. Soon she was getting very hot and
very lusty. She couldn't keep from reaching out and grabbing Charley's penis.
He was asleep on his back, but she didn't care `about that. She just wanted to
get a feel of his joint to go along with her finger in her fanny.

Charley moaned and rolled toward her.

"Oh, darling," she moaned, tossing over onto her belly, "can you fuck me again
She knew he could because after. only a minute of holding his penis it was
hard. He climbed sleepily between her legs. His stiff pecker went rubbing on
his wife's ass cheeks. She greased herself from the ooze spilling from her cunt
hole. She spread the juice around her crater just in time, just before Charley,
still half-asleep, mounted her. "Oooh, God," she muttered, "do it, Charley. Do
it right!" He stuffed her bunghole with his stiff prick. A moment later he was
wide awake -- because he was ejaculating in Susan's pretty little asshole.

"Wow," she said the next morning, "that was really nice last night, Charley."

But her husband didn't even remember. All he could think about was that he was
very tired and that he had had a very nice dream.

IX: SPECIAL DELIVERY

For some reasons Wednesdays were the days on which Susan Bunkers found herself
the most sexually frustrated. She didn't know why, but every Wednesday morning,
except for those times when she had her period, she felt the anal crave more
than ever. She would wake up, bemoan the fact that her husband Charley had
already left for work, and lay in bed with a severe blush. Sometimes she would
work out with the dildo and her finger, and other times even that wouldn't
help. If she could reach Gloria or Dave by phone, and if one or the other of
them was available, she would get together with them and have herself a regular
intercourse session.

But on this particular Wednesday morning, no one was home, and the anal itch
was driving her out of her mind. She needed something flesh, not plastic,
something alive and thick stuffed up her ass crotch, and she needed it pretty
quick. She thought she was going. out of her mind. She paced nude in the
livingroom wondering if she might seduce the mailman. She washed dishes in the
kitchen thinking about going to the market and picking up on a box boy there.
Finally, an idea dawned on her.

She picked up the phone, and, with the menu in hand, she dialed her favorite
pizza place. They, of course, delivered. It didn't take her long, once she'd
placed the order for a mushroom and sausage cheese pizza, to shower, shave her
legs, and make herself as beautiful as pie. And she wasn't any too fast either,
for no sooner had she slipped into her silkiest house coat, one that ended at
her hips and left her snatch slightly exposed and opened down to the navel so
that her breasts were clearly visible, the door bell rang. She bounced joyfully
into the livingroom and opened the door.

Sure enough, there holding the flat cardboard box that smelled Italian, was a
young, teenage delivery boy. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got
one good look at Susan Bunkers. Her long tanned loins, her full pendular chest,
her luscious brown skin and her clear blue eyes and blonde hair -- it was an
Epicurean delight just to look at her. "Your pizza, Mam," stammered the youth.

"Yes," said Sue Bunkers. "Come right in.

"Yes, Mam," said the boy, unable to keep his eyes off Susan's luscious tanned
legs. He thought he saw a hint of snatch, just the slightest glimpse of beaver
between her loins, and then he looked away blushing. But he looked up, in order
not to see the customer's cunt, and instead he was greeted with the sight of
her smooth, fresh breasts, the nipples erect, the caps brown, the mammaries
themselves as full and ripe as could be. Blushing even more, he set the pizza
down on the kitchen table. Susan had shut the door behind him. "How much is
that?" she asked casually. She had her purse on the kitchen table.

"Four-ten," said the young man. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and if he was
any older than sixteen, it would have been hard to believe. He had a baby-face
and he was about five-six, shorter than Susan.

She stood at the opposite side of the table and leaned forward. to search
through her purse. While she did so, her titties hung down in plain sight,
nearly brushing against the outside of her pocket book, fully fallen out of her
house coat.

"Jesus," mumbled the youth, unable to control his passions.

"Beg your pardon," said Susan, looking up. "Did you say something young man?"

"Ah, no, Mam," said the boy. "I was just saying that it's sure a nice place you
have here."

"Thank you," said Susan, smiling to herself. "I can't seem to find my wallet.
Would you mind taking a check?"

"We're not supposed to, but if that's all you got --"

"Thank you," she said. She reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Her
titties were still in sight, but not so obviously. "You're a very kind lad,"
she added. "I'll be just a minute. I keep my checkbook in the bedroom." She
shook her ass and knew that he was watching her long slender tanned legs as she
shimmied off down the hallway to her bedroom. She waited there for a moment,
counting to twenty, and then she called out to the kitchen. "Oh, young man, I
wonder if you'd help me for a minute." She waited and sure enough, the delivery
boy came down the, hallway and into the bedroom. "Here I am" she said,
stretching her hands up to the top shelf of the closet. "My check book was
empty and I couldn't quite reach that box up there. If you'd bring over that
chair, I can get down the new checks.".

The delivery boy unglued his eyes from Susan's long supple thighs and retrieved
the chair. "Thank you," she said, and she climbed up and reached for the box of
checks, supposedly. As she did though, she made sure that her house coat came
undone all together and that it uncovered her ass cheeks. The boy was looking
straight into her slender groove while she pretended to be fumbling for the
checks. He could see the sphincter hole and the shape of her cheeks, the
perfect moon and the perfect brown crater. "Oooh," he murmured to himself, "I
shouldn't --"

"What?" asked Susan, turning around. "Did you say something?" The boy looked
up. Her coat was open and her beaver was showing its prideful lips. There was
the shine of cut juice there, and the delivery boy could hardly contain
himself. "Oh, pardon me," said Susan. "I didn't mean to be so exhibitionistic."

"Ah, that's o.k.," said the youth. "I just ah ... do you need any help getting
that cheek, I mean, check down from there?" He blushed crimson again and Susan
climbed down with the box. "No," she said, "I think I'm getting things together
finally. Have a seat and I'll write this out for you." She motioned to the bed.
The boy sat down. Susan pulled her housecoat slightly closed, but she left it
open enough that if the lad wanted he could see just about all of her. She
fetched a pen from the end table and sat down next to him, crossing her long
ample thighs, letting her Shiny beaver show just enough. As she leaned over the
new check book, her boobies were again in plain sight. "How much was that?" she
asked again.

"Forty-fours," said the delivery boy. He was looking at Susan's luscious
titties, not thinking about the price of the pizza. "I mean," he corrected
himself, "Four-ten. Four dollars and ten cents."

"Is something bothering you?" asked Susan, sticking her chest out at him. "Does
it bother you, young man, that I'm not wearing a bra?"

"It doesn't bother me," he said. "It just, ah, distracts me a little."

"I see," said Susan. "Would you like to touch my breasts?" She put the pen and
checkbook on top of the pizza box which was in the boy's lap. "Here," she said,
taking his hand, "I think it would be better for you to have a little feel of
my breasts before you go back. After all, I don't want you to, think I'm not
grateful for your having brought me my lunch." She put his open palm on her
right breast. "There," she said, "nothing at all to worry about, hey?" She
smiled. "Let me take this box away from you." She lifted the pizza box out of
his lap and seeing his crotch said: "Oh, my, you have some sort of bulge in
your pants there, young man." She put the box down on the floor, still with the
delivery boy's hand on her chest, and reached for the lump in his trousers.
"What is that?" she said. "Are you wearing a cup?"

"Ah, no," he said, still blushing. "It's my ... "

"Oh," she said, stroking the protrusion in his pants. "I know what that is."
She pretended to be shy for a moment, but then she applied her other hand as
well to stroking the boy's member. "You should squeeze my breast if you feel
like it," she told him. "Wouldn't you like to rub them a little harder?"

He nodded. Then he squeezed. The firm titties were soft and pliant. The nipples
were upright. The caps were chill-covered and full, brown and lovely. He used
both hands to play for a moment on Susan's big chest.

"This is silly," said Susan. "Let me take this old robe off and you can really
see what your customer looks like. After all, you do have a minute or two
before you have to go back to work, don't you?"

"Ah, yes," he stammered. "I guess so. I mean, sure! Why not!" It was one of his
favorite dreams, actually, to think about making it with one of his customers,
especially one so pretty and young as Susan Bunkers. She stood up and took off
her loose silky robe. It fell to her feet and left her entirely naked. "There,"
she said, "isn't that a little nicer,"

The delivery, boy was staring straight ahead, looking at her pretty little
twat. "I never saw something so ..." He became bashful for a moment and then
stopped speaking altogether.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked him.

"Oh, I, ah ..."

"It's alright," said Susan, kneeling at his feet. "Everyone has to start
someplace." She rubbed his loins, worked her fingers along his thighs, and
cupped his prick with her two hands. It was only the place in his crotch where
his prick was, not the joint itself, but it was more stimulation than the boy
had ever had from a woman before. He'd masturbated every now and then, but no
woman had ever touched him therefor real. He couldn't get over how nice Mrs.
Bunkers' hands `felt rubbing at his crotch that way. "Wow," he moaned, "that's
so nice, lady. I just don't believe it."

"Would you mind -- say," said Susan, "I don't even know your Name."

"Jack," he said simply. "Jack."

"Jack," she said, "would you mind if I undid your belt. I mean it's only fair
that since you get to see me like this, that I should see you." She smiled and
worked his belt open while he nodded his head up and down that it was alright.
She worked his pants down around his knees. That left him wearing his cotton
underwear and a shirt. She unbuttoned the shirt next and left him wearing just
his briefs. There was a big protrusion in his underwear where his cock stuck
out like a sore thumb. "Just look at that," she said, stroking the material
over his penis. "My oh my, you should have said something earlier." She `pulled
his underwear off. "There it is," she said, "the real McCoy at last." She took
his warm penis in her hands and pressed the hefty muscle up against the side of
her face. The mushroom head went sliding nicely along her cheek. "Oh, my," she
said, "it's awfully warm. Would you mind if I put it in my mouth?"

He shook his head. "I wouldn't mind if you did anything you wanted with it. It
all feels really good." He was looking down at her as she knelt between his
spread thighs. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she was on her knees between
his legs. She cupped the head with the lips of her pretty face.

Young Jack watched his huge erection disappear into Susan's face. Most of his
meat went up into her throat Then she concentrated on sucking on just the
mushroom crown. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned, "that's terrific!" He reached down and
held Susan's head by the sides of her face. He loved the sight of her mouth
bobbing up and down and sucking his thick virgin meat. "Wow, good!" he
exclaimed.

"You're quite a delivery boy," said Susan as she pulled her mouth off of his
big thick dick. "I like a boy with a sense of pleasure," she added. She climbed
up onto the bed and spread herself out behind him. He had to turn around to see
her. She was on her back with her big titties flowing and smooth. Her loins
were spread wide. Her pro tuberant mound stuck up at him, and the thick labial
lips were slightly open. She reached down with her hand and fingered the flesh
gates. "Let me have your hand, Jack," ,she said. He gave her his hand. She took
his middle finger and pressed the ball of the digit against her clitoris. "If
you rub my little penis that way, it'll make lots of juice for you to play
with." He smiled and let her use his finger any way she wanted. She stroked
herself by holding his wrist and directing his digit. Soon she started gasping.
Her chest heaved. Jack applied his free hand to her big left titty. He stroked
the hill of flesh as Susan probed her twat with his finger. "That's nice, Jack.
You delivery boys really know much more about sex than you let on."

Jack adjusted his position so that he could more easily rub his finger in and
out of Susan's twat hole. In the new position he could not only see how best to
stroke her, but he could also see and feel how oily her pussy was getting.
"Boy," he said, "this is really going to be something." He stuck his finger all
the way up her twat hole. He stirred the flesh and .played with her cunt
interior for a while. Then he leaned down and kissed her titties. She took his
head in her hands and pressed his face close to her heaving chest. "Mmmm," she
sighed, "I'm glad you came here today, Jack, because I have a kind of special
request for you?'

"Anything you say," said the young man.

"You just name it."

"Good," she said, "let me show you what I have in mind." She pushed him up and
off of her body. "I have to turn over, first." She rolled over and spread her
smooth thighs for him. "Do you see my little hole?" she said, pulling her
buttocks apart. Her rectum was fully exposed. "Can you see my brown hole
there?"

"Yes," he said. "Sure do see it alright." He wondered what she had in mind.

"I want you to take that tube of grease over there --" Jack noticed the
lubricant on the end table. "-- and spread some of it onto my little hole.
Would you do that for me?"

"Sure," said the boy. He picked up the tube and unscrewed the cap. It only took
him a minute to get excited about the slippery stuff. He spread it, as she
requested, on her little hole. "O.k.," he said, "it's done."

"Yes," she sighed, "I know. Now I want you to take that handsome penis of
yours, if you don't mind, and put it down between my buns. Just sort of slide
up and down there. Would you like to do that?"

"Sure," he said. "Sounds like fun." He leaned down and put his cock in the
slot, between her buns, so that the underside of the shaft pressed close to her
little anus hole. "There," he said, "how's that?" He was closer to her now
because he was laying on her backside with his crotch against her ass cheeks.

"That's just right," she panted. "That's just the way it should be." She rolled
her hips, and Jack took a deep breath in order to deal with the highly aroused
passions he was feeling. "Oh, God," he said, "I never would have thought of
doing that myself."

"Sure you would have, Jack," said Susan. "Sooner or later." She came up on her
hands and knees. The delivery boy adjusted his angle accordingly; His meaty
bone-on went sliding upwards. He had a perfect mesh of her ass flesh with his
prick. "Now," she said, "there's just one more little thing you have to do
before I'll let you get back to work." She reached back with one hand while
supporting herself with her other hand and her knees. She pulled her rectum
open. "See the hole? I want you to put your cock in there, just shove it all
the way in as hard as you can, o.k.?"

"You're the boss," said Jack. He mounted her with his hefty rod. It took him a
minute to get his meaty joint in place, and then he pushed forward. Susan
helped by pushing back on the stick. Soon he was all the way inside her rear
body. That's perfect," said Susan. "You're doing ... ooooh, God you're doing it
like ... ahhhhhh, fuck! Do it harder, Jack. Do it really fucking hard!"

The boy reached forward and grabbed Susan's titties. He pushed so hard with his
flesh arrow that he forced her down flat on her belly. He still held onto and
kneaded her titty flesh. It didn't take him long to get her so hot that she was
all chills and quakes. She was bouncing him up and down by rocking her fanny
and her hips. "Jesus," he moaned, "pretty soon I'm not going to be a ... virgin
... any alihhhhh." He ejaculated up Susan's ass-hole.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, "that's very nice. I like that hot pudding inside me
like that." His full load of jism was flooding her anal cavity, drowning her
bowels with semen juice. The spray of his sperm was the thing that gratified
Susan's Wednesday morning anal crave. "Yes, Jack ooooh, yes," she panted.
"That's just wonderful."

A moment later she had him pull his penis out of her butt. She looked at the
thick spent beef. "You did a good job, young man," she said. She sat up against
the back of the bed smoking a cigarette. "Did you never do that before?"

"I never even had my penis up a girl's pussy before," he paid.

"No shit," said Susan, growing bored with the youngster's enthusiasm. "Well,
you better get dressed and go back to work. I don't want to be responsible for
you getting in trouble with your boss at the pizza place now, you know." She
smiled and took out of the end table a five dollar bill. "Here's a little tip
for you," she said. "Keep the change."

A few minutes later young Jack had dressed and he'd shown himself out the front
door. In the bedroom, quite satisfied with her early afternoon fuck, Susan
munched on a slice of mushroom and sausage pizza. It was a little cold, but
that really didn't matter so much. Everything else was hot and lusty,
especially her asshole, just the way she liked it.

X: OLDIES BUT GOODIES

Among Susan's more interesting romances was the occasion of her mother's
birthday. Charley had decided early not to attend the party, and Susan was left
to fend for herself. At the party was an old high school flame, and it was with
Joe Bender that Susan discovered yet another aspect of anal love. As the party
neared a close, and since Charley had dropped Susan there -- she was to call
for her ride home -- it was only natural that Joe ask Susan if she would like a
lift home. She accepted. But the ride home wasn't the only thing she accepted.

"Joe," she said, sitting close to him in the front seat of his luxury car, "do
you remember that time after the Junior Prom when you wanted to make love to
me?" She knew that Joe was a sucker for her legs, no matter how long ago he'd
been hot for her, and she pulled up her skirt to scratch "an itch" on her thigh
as she asked the question.

Joe glanced down at the long stretch of naked flesh. He couldn't get over how
pretty Susan's legs were. "How could I forget that night?" he said, trying to
keep track of the road and Susan's legs at the same time. "It was the most
frustrating night of my life. `There we were, in the back seat of my car, and
we were so damn hot, and all you could say, while I fingered your little hole,
was "Why do you want to do that, Joe? Why do you want to do that?" I'll never
forget that as long as I live." He laughed, or snickered, Susan couldn't be
sure which, and she pulled up closer to him. "Say," said Joe, "you're not
thinking of making it up to me, are your?"

He made a sharp right into a convenient motel. "Cause if you are," he said,
turning off the engine, "this is the place to do it."

"We're older now," she said softly. He was only inches from her face. He felt
her hand tour his crotch. "Come on," she said, "take me in there and show me
what you wanted to show me back then." He smiled and took her by the hand. They
both got out his side of the car. They embraced there and then they checked
into the motel.

The room was small, but they. were really interested only in the bed. Susan
pulled back the sheets. "Nice and clean," she said, reaching back behind her
and pulling down the zipper on her sweater. "Just about perfect." She watched
Joe undress. She'd never seen his cock and balls by the light of anything other
than what was available in the back seat of his car. Now she had a good view,
and she blushed to think she'd been so stupid as a teenager to turn down his
advances. His member compared favorably with Charley's. "Wow," she said,
slipping out of her skirt, "I never would have imagined that you were so
well-hung. I like that big dick of yours, Joe."

"You've seen my prick," he said. "What's the matter with you?"

"I felt it, all those times, Joe," she said, naked now and coming toward him,
"but I never did see it. Don't you remember? We were always in your car, and,
well, there wasn't much we could do back there, you know." She was next to him,
with her big tanned pendular mammaries pressing lightly against his chest, her
hand draped between his loins, feeling up his balls. "You have such a nice
penis," she said. "How could I have been so foolish as to pass up the
opportunity to have it in me then?" She smiled and kissed his manly titties.
She rubbed his shoulders softly, and then she slipped down along Joe Bender's
torso, kissing his stomach, his hips, his groin, and, of course, his cock.
"Mmm," she hummed, taking the big mushroom headed joint into her face.
"Mmmmmmm, good." She rubbed her hands around the back of his butt.

"You've come a long way, baby," said Joe, feeling her tongue give his prick a
first class rub down. "A fucking long way." She licked the head of his meat
with her stretched mouth muscle. She rubbed her tongue up and down the shaft
.of his joint. "Joe," she said, holding his cock out of her face now, "I've
come so far that you wouldn't guess what kind of sex I'm into now."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Let me show you," she said, standing up and pressing her titties against him
again. "If you won't mind, I'll show you what I like, eh?"

"For sure," said Joe, his cock long and hard now like a flexed muscle. "Let's
see what kind of sex you like."

She turned around and showed him her back. "I don't get it," he said. She
looked over her shoulder and put one finger to her lips: "Shsss," she said
softly. Then she leaned forward, with her hands on her knees, and bent over.
"Do you see my anus?"

Joe inspected her narrow slot. "It's nice," he said.

"That's what I'm into, Joe. If you like that, I can make up to you all those
frustrating evenings in high school." She started up, but Bender pushed his
cock along the slot and grabbed her by the hips.

"Just stay right where you are," he said, "and you'll be making the best
apology possible." He rubbed his dick up and down along her narrow groove. When
the time seemed right he forced her down on the floor on her hands and knees.
"Take it easy," she cautioned. "Don't forget that you haven't got any grease
there."

Joe smiled but said nothing. In the next move toward her fanny, he filled her
asshole with his dry bone. "Ooooh, Christ," she murmured, "you have to use ...
oh, fuck, no ... please...

"Next time," he said softly, "I'll use some grease. This first one is just for
me and your tube." He shot forward, pounding at her fanny, filling her bowels
with hot cock meat. "Fucking-A," she screamed, and she tried to get away. She
crawled with his rod stuffed up her anus, but he stayed with her all the way to
the window at the side of the room. It was a long crawl, and it didn't serve
any purpose. Joe just kept moving with her, keeping his prick crammed up her
asshole. He looked down where the sphincter and his dick met, and he saw that
three-quarter's of his hefty joint was out of sight inside her tube. "Fucking-A
is right, baby This is just perfect." He reached under her chest and cupped her
big titties. He massaged them, and the nipples, and pushed the remainder of his
cock muscle into, place in her asshole. "There you go," he said. "That ought to
take care of that butt hole of yours."

"Shit," she grunted, "it's too fucking large. It's too big. Don't you
understand that?"

"Just another minute," he said, "and I'll understand the whole fucking cosmos."
And with that Joe Bender ejaculated in Susan's fresh asshole. He shot his sperm
juice into her bowel cave. Everything loosened up, including her sphincter, and
he slid out easily. "There," he said, collapsing on the floor (they hadn't even
made it to the bed yet), "that's what I call a good little fuck, for old time's
sake, anyhow." He pawed her titties as she stretched out on her back alongside
him.

"I might have been nice for you," she said, "but all it did for me was get me a
little hot." She smiled because she knew full well that Joe Bender had at least
one more fuck, if not several more, left in that big dick of his." You know,
Joe," she continued, "you should have raped me when we were in high school. It
would have made everything a lot easier. I'd probably have married you instead
of Charley."

"Yeah," he said, "and you'd probably be out cheating on me tonight instead of
him, eh?" He chuckled because he didn't really give a shit about what they were
doing. "Ain't that right, sweet stuff?"

"That's not funny," she said. She got up and pouted on her way to the bed. She
shook her irresistible buns and sat down on the bed. "It's not fair to make fun
of me. It took a lot of work for me to get to be sexually free. I don't think
it's right to make fun of that."

"Ah, shit," said Joe, "I make fun of everything. Don't mind me." He stood up
and came over and sat next to her on the bed. He stroked her smooth thigh and
the insides of her legs. He landed a finger up her snatch, inside her v-cunt.
The lips spread nicely. The ooze poured freely. It was going to be a well-oiled
second fuck for the two of them. "You know," he said, petting her mound, "I
always did get a kick out of those big titties of yours, and from playing with
your twat, even if you didn't know what it was all about." She smiled at him
and brushed her blond mane behind her head.

"Me, too," she said. "Me, too."

He pressed his finger into the deeper folds of her fleshy vagina. There the
oozing walls were softer and smoother. He used two fingers inside her cunt, and
he put his thumb on her clit. Then he changed his position. He put his thumb up
her twat channel, and he applied his longer middle digit to her anus. "How's
that feel?" he asked.

"God damn good," she said. "It feels fucking terrific." He pressed harder. Such
encouragement gave him heat. He worked his thumb in and out of her pulsing
twat, but he concentrated -- because she liked it that way -- on jamming his
middle digit up the length of her asshole tube. Soon he felt her sphincter
begin to flex and roll, to ripple across his finger. "You know," he said, "I
think you're a better buttfuck than you would be a screw in the twat hole. How
about that?".

He didn't wait for her answer. He flipped her over on her belly by grabbing her
two hips. Over she went, and her anus was fully exposed. Because his big hands
wrapped around the smooth flesh of her buns and pulled her open. Her asshole
was small and tight, and worthy of close inspection. He examined the anus while
pulling juice up from her vagina. He lubricated the slot and the brown orifice.
It didn't take him long, either. Before she knew it, Susan had Joe Bender's'
big penis up her shit hole again.

"Wow!" she said. "That was quick the way you, got in me that time." She heaved
her hips upwards, and with the grease, it was a good feel this round to have
his cock up her bowels. She rotated her pelvis, revolved it on his fuck rod.
"You keep that pole in me," she told him, "and I'll be in heaven."

"Good," he said leaning close, "and you keep that asshole of yours tight and
I'll be orgasmic!" He rammed in harder, nailing her down to the bed again. He
pounded away and filled the tube with crotch meat. He didn't bother with
holding onto her hips. Instead, he reached up and grabbed her boobies, pulled
on the cherry nipples and massaged her hefty mammary flesh. Then he reached
down and took on her cunt. He spread the flesh wings and jammed his fingers
along the sides of the fuck tube. A moment later he had her moaning about how
ecstatic she was. He finished her off by flicking her clitoris. At the same
time that she came, and started squeezing her butt muscles down on his rod, he
ejaculated into her bunghole. "There we go," he said, leaving every last drop
of jism inside her fanny, "just made to order, eh?"

He pulled his rod out from between her buttocks, out of her rectum, and rolled
over on his back. "That's, what I call a quickie up the asshole. Very nice,
Susan. You were right. I see that you have changed a great deal. It's nice."

Not long afterwards, they showered and washed together. They soaped each other,
made sure their genitalia was clean, and rubbed each other's fannies. It didn't
take long for them to realize that they were getting horny again. "You know,"
she said, looking at Joe's rod while he dried off, "I think I'd like to have
that thing up my asshole again." She reached out and stroked his bone-on. "But
I have to get home or Charley will get suspicious and call Mom's."

"You're right," said Joe Bender. "We'll make it another time, eh?"

They checked out of the motel and drove toward Susan's home on the West Side.
But when they reached the foot of a `hill, she made Joe turn right, instead of
left toward her house. "Come on," she said, "just a little kissey facey in the
back seat like old times, eh?"

What the hell," said Joe, "why not?" He steered a direct course for their old
lovemaking headquarters high above the city night lights. He parked and pulled
the front seat forward. They were overlooking a cliffside panoramic view of
Dover. "Into the back seat?" he asked. "Just like the old days?"

"No other way to do it," said Susan. She climbed over the seat. Joe followed
her back there. It didn't take long for the two of them to get quite hot and
bothered again. He was stroking her thighs and working his fingers around her
bush. He got himself a handful of clit juice before she could even say "No
way," as she would have three years before. He had a finger pressing in her
asshole before she could say "What's that for?" and before she could say: "Oh,
my fucking Lord," he had his long hard dick stuffed up her asshole where they
both agreed it belonged. "Now," he said, "this will be a fuck to remember." He
crammed most of his meat into her fanny and used his hands on her pelvis, there
to search out her flesh gates and there to massage the inside of her pussy. It
didn't take a hell of a long time for him to get her clitoris rolling at full
speed. Which meant that she had to start pumping her butt up and down, too.
Which was exactly what Joe Bender wanted for his penetrating prick. "Perfect,
Susan. Just fucking perfect." He left one hand in place in her pussy, and he
lifted the other up to her stimulated, breasts. He found a nipple and tweaked
it into heat. Then he did up the other the same way. Finally, he crammed one
whole boob into his hand and fingers and kneaded, massaged the flesh. He worked
his other finger against her vibrant clitoris, and continued to screw his dick
deeper and deeper in her asshole.

"Shit me around," she cried out "That's fucking good, man. That's the way
ooooh, fucking asshole... shit... piss ... fuck FUCK FUCK!!" She scream‚ as
loudly that Joe Bender worried that the neighbors a hundred yards away might
hear them. But fortunately the windows were rolled up and fogged, and even if
they did hear them, they wouldn't have been able to see anything. He continued
to pound his fuck muscle into her bowels. Her buttocks were a nice smooth
surface against which he could roll his nut nest.

And the inside of her asshole tube was as smooth and slippery as liver, as
tight as a furry grove. It was a good long anal fuck for them both.

"You're good," he said. "You're, really' fucking good." He let go of her tit
and her cut. His hands grabbed her buttocks only. He peeled the moon globes
back and fired off his jet stream of juice in her rectum.

"Oh, Jesus," she cried, "you're the one who's good, I mean it, Joe. You really
are. You fuck me up the asshole the way I like it."

"As good as Charley?"

"That's not fair," she said, squirming away. "That's not a fair question. He's
the one who taught me all about anal fucking. So it's just not a fair
comparison. You know what I mean? Not fair at all." She took, a Kleenex out of
her little purse and started to blow her nose. But then she saw his prick, wet
and needy, and she wiped it off. "There," she said, "I don't even do that for
Charley all the time. Maybe that tells you something."

A little while later the old flame, Joe Bender, took young Susan Bunkers home
to her husband Charley.

XI: THE SPORTSMAN

The next morning Susan woke up excited and well-rested. She climbed out of bed
with the feeling of exuberance. She looked at herself in the floor length
dressing mirror. Her long smooth thighs were as tanned as ever. Her soft loins
led nicely into her sweltering bush. The vaginal lips were clamped shut, but
even so there was a hint of ease-juice. Her smooth belly rode upwards into her
large, soft chest. There the pendular boobies and erect nipples were
predominant. Her silky blond hair, a bit straggly from a nights sleep, hung
down to her soft shoulders. "Well," she said, "only one more thing to take a
look at." She turned around and looked over her shoulder. She reached back and
grabbed one bun. Pulling it away from the crack, she was able to see her
delightful little hole. "Ah, yes," she said, "and it's empty right now." She
let the bun flop closed and dressed in a short skirt and loose blouse. She wore
no underwear.

Her idea for passing the morning in an enjoyable manner included a quick walk
through the local shopping mall, there to see if she couldn't find herself a
man who would fuck her ass hole. She was testing out her new found sexual
freedom as much as possible.

It was, then, in the "All Sports Supply": store where she met her next anal
lover. She went in to get some information about ski equipment, and the
salesman who helped her also turned out to be the owner of the store. His Name
was Ralph, and he had the appearance of an experienced skier, tanned, ruddy,
probably in his early thirties, which made him about ten years older than young
and luscious Susan. "You know," she told him, looking at this or that set of
ski poles or boots or skies, "I've never gone skiing before, but I sure would
like to try it."

"You look like a girl," said Ralph, "who's tried just about everything else. In
the way of sports, I mean." He smiled and picked up an aluminum pole painted in
iridescent. green. "You take this pole here," he said, running his hand up and
down the smooth metal stick, "it's for an expert. It's properly balanced,
trimmed for extra grip, and it can make a world of difference."

"I suppose," she said, "it would have to be in the right hands, though, eh?"
She eyeballed his crotch and looked him in the face. "You know what I mean,
Ralph?"

He slid the point of the pole up between Susan's legs. "It is in the right
hands," he said. She spread her legs while looking over his shoulder to make
sure no one was watching them. Then she took the pole and placed it up next to
her snatch. "I think you're right, Ralph," she said. "But I think you've got
your pole in the wrong place, if you know what I mean?" She took the end of the
aluminum rod out from between her smooth loins and turned around. Ralph held
the handle of the pole, and Susan held the sharp end. She wasn't wearing any
underwear. She picked up her skirt and applied the middle of the rod to the
backside of her pelvis. "Now if you were able to give me a pole that would help
in this kind of skiing," she said, "I might be interested." She let loose of
the pole and Ralph drew it away. He put it back on the shelf. "I think we might
have something along those lines," said the skier.

He left her alone in that back portion of the store, shut the glass door
leading into the place, and pulled the shade. Then he posted a "closed" sign
and came back to where Susan was casually inspecting women's parkas. "Does it
get cold up in the mountains?" she asked him without looking.

"Not in the mountains I go to," said Ralph. He stroked her buttocks through her
loose skirt. He could feel the smooth mounds of ass flesh he'd been privileged
to see just a moment before. "The mountains I prefer are as warm as burger buns
toasted on an open fire." He squeezed her butt lightly, and then pulled up her
skirt. The bare flesh of Susan's ass made the skier blush crimson. "Well," he
said, "these sure are a nice pair." She still had her back to him, and she
leaned forward using a wrack which supported ski boots and clamps for support.
She spread her legs and consequently her cheeks.

Sportsman that he was, Ralph took advantage of the new slopes. He ran his
finger up and down Susan's groove, and he spread his fingers so that he could
clamp open both of the flesh hillocks. When he had a good view of her anus, he
applied one digit to it. He goosed her hard and fast. "Oooh, God," she moaned,
"that's a real skier for you. Wow!" He twirled his finger in her asshole tube,
waited for her to say that she'd had enough. But to his surprise and delight,
she never stopped him. He crammed his finger all the way up her ass hole and
she just kept leaning forward, with her skirt draped over his wrist, her flesh
soaking up his finger. `Well, well, well," he said, "you're quite a skier
yourself, baby. I think we might be able to learn a little something from each
other." He pulled his goosing digit out from between Susan's willing flesh
slopes.

"Yeah," said Susan, turning around and unbuttoning her blouse, "I think I might
like taking lessons from a pro like you, Ralph." She smiled and showed him her
big tanned titties. "I'm more of a beach person, you know," she said, "but I
can get into some nice creamy snow just about anytime, so long as it's hot
creamy snow. You know what I mean, Ralph?"

He took hold of her big breasts and squeezed them, rolled them in his hands,
and stroked the big mushroom colored caps and cherry colored nipples. "I think
I do know what you mean, babydoll," he said. "And I'll be happy to supply you
with just about anything you need for that kind of an outing." He pulled her by
the titties and she came close to him, her blouse open. Her big smooth breasts
worked like flesh handles. His hands slid down around her slender waist, along
her smooth stomach, and he kissed her hard in the mouth. "That's just something
to get to know you by," he said when they broke away. By then she'd unbuttoned
his shirt and she was busily stroking his strong athletic shoulders. She
slipped her hands down along his torso and applied a light pressure to his
flesh pole. "There's something that I really need" she said, "just to keep my
balance." She squeezed his cock, the bulge in his trousers. "But it's hard to
do when it's all wrapped up like that." She quickly started trying to get his
belt undone. But she met with frustration. The thing looped strangely, and she
started moaning about it. "All right," said Ralph, "let me get this undone for
you." He smoothly reached to his own belt and undid it for her. She picked up
where she'd left off, pulling his trousers down, exposing the bulge in his
underwear. He wore boxer shorts and she had to get his prick clear of the slit
in the front. Once she did, she found that just as frustrating. "I want the
whole thing," she said. She managed to get his underwear down around his waist
and off below his knees. "There," she said. "That's more like it." She fell to
her knees.

"You going to kiss it a little?" he asked.

"No," she said, "I'm going to eat it a lot!" With that she stroked the head of
his mushroom cock pole into her face. Her thick moist lips clamped down around
the big spongy head and she sucked hard. "Mmmm," she hummed, "mmmm." She used
her tongue to rub the tip, to slide against the shaft, to work out on the base
of the big phallus. A minute later she clacked her mouth off of his dick.
"That's nice, Ralph. Nice and big and ready." She came up with her legs spread,
her hot loins smooth and open, and she wrapped one hand around his neck while
pulling her skirt up with the other. She lifted one leg and climbed onto his
joint, sandwiched it between her tender thighs. "There," she said, "isn't that
nice? A little preliminary climb before you go skiing, eh?" She kissed him in
the mouth while rubbing his dick .between her long slender legs. Everything was
smooth flesh and hot.

"That's good," he said, kissing her on the shoulder and then on the titty.
"That's the kind of sport I like best." She swayed her hips back and forth,
bending gently his prick in several directions at once. "I like that a lot," he
added. He watched her work. her pelvis. "Maybe it would be better if you got
into uniform for this." He took her skirt in his hands and pulled it up over
her titties and off her head. She never let loose of his cock. It was
sandwiched between her smooth loins all the time that they were balling and
playing. "Isn't there someplace we could lay down?" she said.

"Sure," said the skier, "right over here. It's a cot we sell for people renting
their own cabins. It'll do for us." He took her to the cot and spread out a
bear rug that had been hanging on the wall. "That's nice," said Susan laying
down on the fur rug. "I like this." She was on her belly with her legs spread
out over the edge of the cot. Her feet were on the floor, but her pelvis was
spread open on the cot, her rear pelvis, that is. Her ass hole was blowing in
the wind. Her sweet little hole was wide open and begging for attention.

"Well, well, well," said Ralph, laying down behind her, "what do we have here?"

"That's an ass hole, Ralphy," said Susan.

"Ever see one before?"

"Seems I have," he said. He took out a tube of zinc oxide which he kept out of
habit in his shirt pocket. "I just want to color it the right color before I
inspect it any more. Do you mind? Don't want you to get a nose burn in your
asshole, now, do I?" He squeezed a line of the white paste into the anus
entrance.

"Oooh, nice," said Susan. "It's warm and all."

"Because it was in my pocket," said Ralph. He pressed. his finger and a good
sized gob of the zinc cream into Susan's tanned hole. He wiggled his digit up
into position and close to her bowels. "Wow," she moaned, "that's smooth stuff.
Very nice." He rocked her butt with his stretching finger, planked her with it,
and made sure she was spread out the way he would like it. "I just want you
nice and greasy," he said. "It'll make it better for my prick if you are, eh?"

"I've got good muscles in there, Ralph. Don't you want to try them out with
your penis pole? Eh?"

"I sure do," he said. "Coming up." He leaned forward with his hot cock ready to
puncture her. But there was a knock, at the front door to the place just then.
"Oh, hell," he said. "Keep quiet. They can't see us from there and I'm sure
they'll go away." They waited and sure enough the customer left. "Alright,"
said Ralph, starting to mount her again, "are you still ready?"

"Sure am," said Susan. "Ready as ever." She reached back a hand and helped get
her ass hole perfectly open. Ralph couldn't have had a better target for his
flesh spear. He leaned forward and jammed the head of his thick meat into
place.

"Oooh, God, fuck!" cried Susan.

"Keep it down," he said. "Someone out there might hear you." He slid forward,
filling her anal crotch with all of the hot pecker he could possibly give her.
His crotch and her ass cheeks were as one. "Wow," he moaned, "this is the way
to ski, eh baby?" He shot forward, lurched, and his meat plunged in yet another
two inches.

Long smooth muscles went to work massaging his joint. Susan's ass flesh,
experienced and ready, took to tugging on the big cock up her hole. She loved
the feel of something filling her anal cave. Nothing made her happier. She
could not feel satisfied with anything up her asshole, but a big fresh meat was
the best. And Ralph had that to offer, alright, and plenty of it. He was
hammering away, pounding his big joint into her asshole so hard that Susan
couldn't think about anything except maybe orgasm.

"It's good," she started creaming. "Really cram it up there because it's so
fucking good." He reached under her chest and cupped her titties in his palms.
He rolled the pendular boobies in his lingers, squeezed them like putty, and
made sure that his prick kept stretching out in her anal muscle. "My fanny is
getting so damn hot," groaned Susan. "Wow!"

She started rocking her butt, swinging her pelvis, and soon she was close to
climaxing. "It's gonna be a biggie," she said. "I hope bears don't mind getting
juiced on." She was referring to the fur under her on the cot. She was going to
puddle all over it. "This is gonna be... oh, wow ... there it is." What Ralph
hadn't seen was that she had her finger down in her vagina, and while he was
stroking her asshole with his meaty bone-on, Susan was busily flicking her
clitoris up and down with her own finger. "Jesus fuck Christ asshole fuck my
bunghole hard shit fuck butt fuck," she moaned deliriously. She was completely,
though only temporarily, unaware of what she was saying. "Ooooh, shit," she
sighed as she started to come down from ecstasy. Small shivers spread through
her buttocks, and it was this more than anything else which started Ralph into
his own ejaculation. He sprayed the inside of her canyon with hot jism. He
squirted off while her long smooth anal muscle rippled across his pounding
boner. "Well," she moaned when he was just finishing off, "you are an athlete,
Ralph. You really fucking are!" He pulled his spent rod out of her mildly
heaving rump and sat on the edge of the cot.

A moment later Susan sat up and asked for directions to the john. Ralph
escorted her there and waited outside. They both went nude back to the cot and
sat there while Susan smoked a cigarette. "Do you mind my asking," said Ralph,
"what a nice girl like you is doing at one o'clock in the afternoon out
balling?"

"Out balling," she said simply. "What else is there to do?"

"Are you married or something and this is your extracurricular time, eh?" He
smiled because he had a hunch he was right about that.

"Sort of," she said.

"Sort of married, or sort of out balling?" She reached into his crotch, between
his legs, and picked up on his firming meat. "Do you care?" she asked,
squeezing the extending boner. "Or just making small talk?"

He smiled and watched her continue to spread and close her fingers on his dick.
"You do that nice," he said. "You'd be a good skier." She went down on her
knees between his legs. She used her two hands to massage his muscular loins
and the tops of his thighs. Soon she had him as hard as he was before. "Think
you can go for another mountain fuck, skier?" she asked him. "I'm sure of it,"
he said, and he reached down under her arms and pulled her back up onto the cot
with him. She was on her back at first and he used this position to get his
stiff stick greased. He fucked her cunt for a couple or three strokes. Soon his
joint was as wet and oily as would be needed in order to stuff her anus.
"Alright," he said, "now the other side."

She rolled over, delighted with the possibility of a second orgasm in the
asshole, and spread her buns. Again she dangled her feet over the sides of the
cot, and again she reached back and used her hands to hold her ass flesh open.
"Go slow, Ralph. O.k.? I'm just a little tender back there."

"Sure, honey," said the sportsman. "As slow and easy as you like." But once he
had the head of his meat into that sweet tight flesh, he could hardly keep
control of himself. He thrust his hips forward and gouged her asshole full of
hot beef.

"Oh, God," she grunted, "that's not slow. That's oh, fuck no!"

But it was too late. Ralph was pushing his monster meat into her buttocks. He'd
already filled the rectum, and now he was shooting even deeper to get the head
of his meat into Susan's bowels. It didn't take long, He arrived in the anal
basin, there to expand his spongy mushroom cock tip, there to eventually spray
his juice. But first he reached around her hips and took to flicking off her
cut-penis. He rubbed the little flesh button back and forth, and the juice from
her twat flowed steadily around his fingers and her labial lips. "Shit," she
grunted, "it's good there, but it's too fucking much in my asshole. I don't
think I can go this second time around."

"Too late, baby," said the skier. "Too ... fucking ... late" He jabbed her hard
and started shooting off. She begged him to go easy, but he was in some sort of
oblivion while he was ejaculating. He couldn't hear a word she said. He just
kept firing off his come, filling her asshole cave with ooze. When it was, all
over he collapsed on her back and left his prick in place in her anus. He could
feel how nice and tight her sphincter muscle, the iris flesh, was around his
dick. It was a steady squeeze which rubbed on his joint and tugged out every
last drop of come in his cock. Finally, when he caught his breath, he pulled
his joint out of her tube, and Susan sat up. "Phew," she moaned, "what a
relief. That thing must have got bigger."

"I hate to fuck and make you run," said Ralph, looking at his watch, "but I got
to take care of some customers, you know. Open up the shop again." She smiled
and dressed and wished him well. A few minutes later the All Sports Supply"
store was open for business, and the owner and salesman had the biggest smile
his customers had ever seen.

XII: HOME SWEET HOME

"What's the sour puss for, baby?" asked Charley Bunker as he scooped up a
forkful of mashed potatoes. "You look like some one smacked you around." He cut
himself a piece of steak while he swallowed down the potato.

"I'm horny," said Susan, nibbling lightly at the remains of her salad. "I'm so
fucking frustrated you wouldn't believe it." She waited for Charley to say
something. But he was already chewing on his steak meat and getting ready to
cut off some more. "Didn't you hear me?" she asked. "I said I'm horny. I want
an ass fuck. I want that hog of yours in my butt. I want you to play with my
cunt, too. I can't be any clearer than that, can I, Charley? Charley?"

He looked up and belched. "I get it," he said. "You want to go to bed now, is
that it? Well, you got to wait until after dinner, baby. I had a long tough day
today, and as soon as I get the ol' bod replenished, I'll give you a fuck
you'll never forget. How's that sound? Maybe two even." He swatted at his peas
and scooped them into his face. "Mmmmm," he said, "you're a good cook, baby.
And you're always horny. What more could a man ask for?"

It didn't take long for the couple to finish coffee and dessert. From then on
it was a night of pure sex. First they took a quick shower, and Charley even
shaved, just to make sure he was clean and neat. He wanted to give Susan a
really fine anal fuck, and he always, performed better when he felt neat and
clean. Susan, for her part, used a new depilatory, one that left her long
shapely legs as smooth as tanned calf leather. She was soft and slick by the
time she stepped out of the shower, and Charley felt up her smooth thighs
immediately. He reached one hand down between her lovely legs and eventually
landed a finger in her cunt tube. "There," he said, "is something worth eating
again." He sat her down on the edge of the tub and tongued her clit into a
frenzy. She held his bobbing head in her hands and moaned in the tiled
bathroom. "Oooh, God, Charley. Do it harder, honey. Really lick it good. Baby,
I love you." She pressed her ample tanned thighs close on his cheeks. A moment
later Charley came up with a Chin of clit juice. He washed his face off and
Susan finished drying her body.

Then they went to the bedroom. "First the dildo," said Susan, climbing onto the
bed. "Which end you want to start with?" She had a big lecherous smile on her
face. Charley couldn't help but laugh. "Which end do you think?" He greased up
the electric cock and his wife lay on her belly. He spread her legs and he
parted her buns so that he could get the thick vibrating rubber prong well into
her rectum. "Oooh, yeah," she cooed as soon as the rubber stick started shaking
in her asshole. "Oh, yeah, Jesus!"

Charley pushed down hard. He used his free hand to keep her ass cheeks wide
open. Simultaneously, he rotated the mechanical pecker so that Susan's anus got
the best possible stimulation. It didn't take a hell of a lot of time before
she was groaning. She came up on her hands and knees panting for breath. "Do it
hard, honey. And get my clit. Do it really hard and rub my little twat-penis.
Please?"

He reached around and while he held the dildo in place in his wife's asshole,
he located a finger in her cunt. There he rubbed her clitoris and got the
juices of her pussy flowing evenly. "Nice," he said, finger-fucking her pussy,
"really nice." The machine, however, grinded to a halt. "What the hell?" he
growled. "This thing's got no juice in it. Batteries are dead." He tossed the
useless vibrator aside. "We don't need that thing," he said. "I got two fingers
that work better than that dildo." He kept one of those two fingers in Susan's
cunt channel and on her clit, and the other he poked into her anus. "There," he
said, stretching out the iris sphincter muscle, "isn't that better?"

"Fuck yes," she moaned. "That's the best." He stroked all the way into her tube
and filled the hot little butt crotch with digit. "I like that, Charley, A
lot!" She wiggled her rump and started panting. "I sure do hope you don't get
tired, honey," she said, "because I'm as horny as bull frog in spring." Thus
Charley had successfully plugged both of his wife's pelvic holes with his
fingers. She swung from side to side, up and down, pumping herself with the two
fingers. If she pressed forward, her cut was smoothly scraped with his index
finger. If she leaned back, her anus was gouged with his middle digit. It was,
for Susan, close to total stimulation. "Oh, God," she gasped, "I can't stand it
any more, Charley. Get the grease and put your prick in me. Come on and do it
to my bunghole, honey. I need it."

Charley yanked his fingers Out of Susan's sweet little holes. He picked up the
tube of grease and spread enough ooze to make penetration of her asshole so
easy that a child could do it. He pushed some of the lubricant down into the
hole with his finger. When he was quite sure she was ready -- it was obvious
from her moaning and groaning and her swinging hips and flapping butt cheeks --
he put the oily cream aside and mounted Susan's rectum. His thick cock head
squeezed into the tight circle of anus muscle and filled the narrow space. A
moment later he'd thrust himself all the way down her asshole tube, had filled
her fanny with cock meat, and there was no stopping him. His jackhammer stroke
action pounded her meaty rump with penis flesh.

"Oh, God, Charley," she cried out, "give me your hand. Let me have your hand."
She reached around the side of her body and took one of his butt squeezing
hands in her own. She took his middle finger and stroked her clit with it.
"Just let me rub this way while you fuck my anus. Just a little." She used his
finger the way she would, have used an artificial phallus. She `pumped herself,
rubbed her clit, and massaged her interior vagina cabe with Charley's willing
finger. At the same time as she did this, Charley continued to screw her rump
into a crimson blush. Soon his cock was entirely buried in ass meat, and his
groin was flush with her cheeks. It was a good tight cornhole nailing.

"Jesus," moaned Charley in a whisper, "this is good, baby. You've come a long
way since those virgin nights, `eh?"

"Oh, yeah," Susan agreed, taking his hand from her twat and applying his
fingers to her titty. "Rub there, too, Charley. Make my breasts hot, too."

He gladly palmed her big pendular breast. He rolled the hilly flesh in his
fingers. He pulled on the nipple and pinched it lightly. Every now and then he
took as much of the big titty as would fit in his hand and squeezed. "Wow," she
would moan, "that's nice." Or, "Fuck me, Charley," she would scream. And all
the time that she gasped and moaned and enjoyed the, feel of his hand on her
chest, she also worked her ass on his cock. She moved and swiveled her butt as
though there were no stopping her. Her ass was a big flesh swing, and Charley's
cock was getting the rubbing and the ride of his life. "Wow," he whispered,
"baby, you really are horny, eh?" He shoved in deeper, it seemed than ever
before. The tip of his cock was buried in bowel flesh.

"Oh, God," she cried. "Oh, God, here I go."

With that she came all over herself, puddled between her loins. Charley,
feeling his wife's intense sexual excitement, prepared to ejaculate. He waited
for the involuntary ripple of Susan's anal muscle. It arrived a moment later,
undulating, squeezing, milking the jism out of his bone-on. The spongy mushroom
head of his meat exploded inside her bowels and flooded the back cave with
sperm juice. "Yes, Charley," she cried softly. "Oh, God, yes!"'

When it was all over Charley pulled his hog out of his wife's dorsal hole and
sat back on the bed. He lit up a cigarette. "You've been doing a lot of ass
fucking, baby."

"Thanks to you," she said.

"No," he contradicted her calmly, "not just thanks to me. I mean you have been
ass fucking a lot of guys. Not just me."

"Charley!" she exclaimed and blushed. "You don't think I've been fooling
around, do you?"

"No," he said, exhaling from his cigarette. "I don't think so. I know so. So
can the bullshit and let me tell you that it's alright by me. I mean that,
Susan. It's o.k."

"Really?" she said.

"Yup. You know what makes me say that? I been doing a little tinkering on the
side myself. I fucked Gloria and a couple of other assholes just this week."

"You're kidding," said Susan. "I didn't know that. Well, I'll be damned. And
here I was feeling guilty about it all this time."

"No need for that," said Charley. "You've become a better fuck for it, too."
"You want to do it again?" she asked.

"If you wash out first," he said. "With my help, that is." He smiled and took
her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He'd arranged the douche bag
before they got into bed. Now all he needed to do was stuff the plastic nozzle
up Susan's asshole. "Come on," he said, pointing to the tub, "bent over and let
me get this thing cleaned out." She rolled onto the edge of the tub and
straddled it. Her anus was available to him. He poked the plastic head of the
douche applicator into her sphincter. "Careful," she said. "Don't want to break
anything now, do we." He took the cock-stop off and the douche poured into her
bowels. She felt like a balloon was being filled up inside her, blown up so
full that it would burst. "Oh, God, Charley. Please. You better stop. It's
getting to be too much. Please. No." But he filled her up the rest of the way,
drained the bag entirely and all of the contents were flooding the inside of
Susan's ass bowels. Then he pulled the nozzle out. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Look
out." She pushed him out of the way and sat down on the toilet.

A little while later she was clean and showered. She was drying in front of the
bedroom mirror. "How about that," she said, patting her big pendular titties
dry. "And all this time that I was out balling these guys and wondering if
you'd care, it didn't matter a bit. I just find that amazing."

"Give a little," said Charley, who lay on the bed smoking a cigarette, "and get
a little." He exhaled a long puff of grey smoke. "I like your butt, baby. It's
cute." She leaned over so that he would have even a nicer view of it. "Good,"
he said. "That's good." He could see the hot little hole, the clean anus
tissue, and the narrow crack. His cock started firming just from one little
look. The moon globes were smooth and silky and nearly perfectly round. The
backs of her thighs were shapely and supple. And her calves were nicely
rounded, too. She was clean and beautiful and young, and it was one of the few
times that Charley didn't mind the fact that he was not single but married. His
wife was a fine piece of ass. "Come on over here," he said, "and let's get
started on fuck number two, eh?"

She finished drying her back and joined him on the bed. "How shall we do it
this time?" she asked. "Right on up there in my butt or a little bit of play
first?"

Charley saw a pencil on the end table. "I'll tell you what," he said, "you lay
down and spread your butt open. I'll give you a little probe and then we'll do
the fuck, eh?" He picked up. the pencil and greased it with some of the
lubricant which was handy. Meanwhile, Susan spread herself out on her belly.
She held onto the bedboard with her hands, and she spread her legs as wide as
they could go.

Charley took a position on his knees between his wife's golden tanned thighs.

He leaned down like a surgeon over a wound and grabbed hold of Susan's left ass
cheek. He peeled the buttock back and exposed her rectum. Then he took the
eraser end of the wood pencil and circled lightly, grazing the tapered entrance
to her anus.

"That's nice," she said. "I like the way that feels." He pressed, slowly but
surely, the eraser, and then the pencil, into the anus canal. He worked it
deeper and deeper into her rump until finally only the point was visible.
"Oooh, God," cried Susan, "it's in too far. Pull it out a little. Please? Pull
it out?"

He stroked the pencil back out of her tube. He left it half-way in her anus and
rolled it around and around so that he stretched and stimulated her highly
erotic sphincter muscle. "That's nice," she said. "That's really good." He
continued to hold her buttock out of the way so that he could watch the pencil
as it rubbed here and there against the entrance to Susan's lovely little round
brown rectum hole. "Ah, yes," she cooed, feeling the greasy narrow piece of'
wood working her over, "I'm getting hot all over again. It's nice, Charley. I
like that pencil up my. rump. Keep doing it It's nice.' I like something like
that."

"You just wait until you get my big wet cock in there, honey. That!! be
something to cream about."

"Do it now, Charley. Put your penis in me now. I'm ready, darling. I'm ready
for all the hot erection you can give me." To prove her point,, she shook her
butt up and down. "O.k., o.k.," said Charley. "Lemme get the pencil out." He
stroked the yellow wood out of her asshole and tossed it aside. Then he
lubricated his cock muscle. The spongy mushroom head was heated and red,
expanded to full size.

"Come on," she impatiently begged him. "Please. I'm ready, Charley. Now's the
time to fuck me with your joint." She reached back with two hands and held her
ass flesh back and apart. The groove was as wide and slippery as it could be,
and the hole was dilated to the full diameter. All Charley had to do was aim
his cock, place the mushroom head at the entrance, and give his hips a good
jerk. In he went! Wham!

"Oh, Christ, yes!" she cried, still holding her cheeks open for him. "Oh,
fucking ass-hole!"

Charley pushed forward, down a little deeper, and then his, prick was buried in
Susan's ass flesh, all the way in. She let loose of her buns and they flopped
closed around his thick fuck-stick shaft. He pushed' a little harder so his nut
nest would rock softly against the balls of her ass cheeks. "There you go," he
whispered as he leaned closer to her face. "Isn't that the way you like it,
Susan? Isn't that just right, baby-doll?"

"Oh, yes," she moaned back to him. "Oh, Charley, darling, If only I could look
at you at the same time as you fucked my asshole. Oh, God, it's good." She
tried to turn her head in order to look at him, but the best they could do was
get their faces side by side. Cheek to cheek, he continued plying her tube with
his strong penis. His bone-on turned her sphincter in several directions at
once. He rubbed it open and closed with a thumb he'd squeezed `down alongside
his joint. And he kept her cunt stimulated, too, by revolving a finger next to.
her clitoris.

Soon she began to roll her hips, to squeeze her interior asshole muscle. She
made waves, long undulating ripples of flesh in her tube, and she tugged on his
hefty, joint with all of her might. She swiveled her hips with his dick
stuffing her anus, and made sure that she widened her sphincter as best she
could to accommodate yet another half-inch of his thick base. When she had all
the flesh cock she could possibly get inside her rump, she screamed out that
she loved her husband, that his cock in her ass the way it was right then was
the best thing she could ever get out of life, that nothing else so satisfied
her anal desires the way this did. "Charley, Charley, Charley," she murmured
over and over again, "I love you when you fuck my rump, when you put your dick
in my rectum like this. Nothing makes me happier."

He liked hearing her say that, and he pumped in even deeper because of it. A
moment later, when her body started to quiver, she mumbled that she would
always be his girl, that she would fuck him whenever and wherever he liked,
because he treated her so well. Then she started quaking and shivering, and the
chills started climbing up her body, making her hotter and lustier than ever
before. Her body was covered with a deep blush. Her tanned loins started
shaking. Charley applied all his work to her hips. He grabbed her with both
hands and shook her fanny on his cock. He rubbed it up and down and made sure
he was getting the best rub possible from his wife's long smooth anal muscle.
Then he started firing off, exploding in the butt basin, filling it with a huge
wad of jism. When he started to pull out, she begged him to stay for just
another moment more. He did, and with that she, too, started climaxing. She
shook so violently that Charley had to reach up and grab her smooth shoulders.
He held on tight so that he could enjoy the feel of his wife's body, shivering,
quivering with orgasmic energy. She heated up and then, suddenly, as the throes
of climax passed, she collapsed and begged him: "O.k., take it out. Get it out
now. I'm done. Oh, please, get it out of me. `It's killing me now. Get it ... "

He yanked his meat out of her fleshy bunghole. Her sphincter muscle closed like
a clam shell. He rolled over on his back and lit up a cigarette. "Baby," he
said, "you got a top-drawer asshole, you know that? I really mean it. That
little tube of yours is better than any fucking vagina will ever be. You
squeeze with that muscle the. way a golf pro holds onto a club. It's un-fucking
believable. I mean it."

She smiled and rolled her face onto his chest. She licked his manly nipple and
said: "And you have the perfect joint for taking advantage of my anus, Charley.
You know that?" She stroked back her long blonde hair and arranged her titties
into a more comfortable stack. Then she reached down to his big hot hog and
wrapped her fingers around it. "I like this meat pressing in my butt tube, you
know that? I really do." She squeezed and milked out another drop of come. "It
makes me get hot just to think about it flying at full mast in my anus." She
actually blushed as she said it and thought about it. "Do you think you'll be
able to get it on again?"

"I know I will," said Charley, his penis already extending and firming. "You
just show me that hole of yours and I'll be ready to fill it up."

She let go of his joint and got up on her hands and knees so that Charley would
have that look he wanted of her big blushing moon. She reached her hands back
and pulled the tender ass flesh open. "There it is," she said. "I hope you
weren't just saying that, darling."

"No way," said Charley Bunkers. He climbed up on his hands and knees. He placed
the mushroom head of his totally erect muscle at the entrance to his wife's
promiscuous rectum. "No place like home," he whispered, and with, that he
started in on another terrific anal fuck.

The End