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 twenty two, 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. "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 bed board 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 ass-hole 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 bed 
board. "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 
ass-hole, 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 ass-hole. 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' blonde 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 ass-hole. 
"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 
ass-hole. 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 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. ass-hole. 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 ass-hole. "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 
ass-hole. 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 ass-hole. 

"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 ass-hole. 

"Huuuuumph," 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 
ass-holes 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 ass-hole, 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 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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. ... OOOOoobh ahhhhhhhhhh ... 
fucccccccck!" 

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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole. "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 ass-hole. 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. "Mmmmm," 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. "Mmmmmm," 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, baby doll," 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 finger-fuck 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. "Mmmmmm," 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. "Mmmmmm," 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole, 
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 bed board in order to have some lever. age. She wanted 
to be able to swing her hips while her husband's cock was inside her 
ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 bed board. "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 ass-hole shit piss ... ahhhh done!" 

She collapsed completely, let loose of her hold on the bed board and lay 
there a crumpled heap of flesh while Charley finished in her still flexed 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 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 
ass-hole. "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 ass-hole, and then she pulled out. 
"Mmmmmm," 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. "Mmmmm," 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 ass-hole. 

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 ass-hole 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! Fuck 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole, 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 bed 
board, 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. "Mmmmm," 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, baby doll?" 
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 blonde 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," said 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. "Mmmmmm," 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. "Mmmmmm," 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. I'm 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 

"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." 

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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 
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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 blonde 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 ass-hole, 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, 
baby doll," he said. "What do you say?" 

"I say fuck me," she said. "Fuck me up the ass-hole." 

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 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 ass-hole to start 
undulating and rolling in a regular, steady rhythm. "Mmmmm, 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 ass-hole, "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 blonde 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 ass-hole 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 
ass-hole with her finger, and then, suddenly, crawled into a tight ball of 
blonde 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 blonde 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 ass-hole?" 

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 
ass-hole. 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 ass-hole." 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 ass-hole. 

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 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 living room 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 living room 
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 coed, 
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, 
blonde 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 living room, "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 
ass-hole." 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 down 
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 ass-hole, 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 butt fuck, 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 bed frame. 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole tube, she was also 
getting hot and bothered. It was the thickest piece of cock she'd ever had 
up her ass-hole, 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 ass-hole." 

"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 ass-hole," 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 
ass-hole." 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 ass-holes. 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 ass-holes 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 blonde 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 ass-hole. "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 ass-hole. O.k.? " 

"You're the boss, lady," said Larry. He happily went to work getting enough 
juice from Susan's pussy to coat her ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 
ass-hole. 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 blonde 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole. "Good," she grunted. 
"Fuck me good, Larry. Good and hard." She pushed backwards so that she could 
control his prick in her ass-hole. 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 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 
he 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 ass-hole 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 butt fuck 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 ass-hole 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 mini-cock, 
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 ass-hole." 

"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 ass-hole. 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 protuberant 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. "Mmmmmm," 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. 
"Mmmmm.. 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole feels 
empty, darling. Won't you put your penis in my ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 
ass-hole 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 
ass-hole 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 
ass-hole. 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 ass-hole," she moaned in a whisper. "Oh, fuck my ass-hole, 
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 ass-hole 
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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole. 

"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 living room 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 living room 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, Ma'am," 
stammered the youth. 

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

"Yes, Ma'am," 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, Ma'am," 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 there--for 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 protuberant 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. "Mmmmmm," 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 ahhhhhh." 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 ass-hole, 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. "Mmmmm," 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 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 
ass-hole. "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 ass-hole. 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 blonde 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 ass-hole 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 butt fuck 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 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 
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 ass-hole 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 cliff-side 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 ass-hole 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 
ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 

"Shit me around," she cried out "That's fucking good, man. That's the way 
ooooh, fucking ass-hole ... 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 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 blonde 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 
ass-hole 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, baby doll," 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. "Mmmmmm," 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole with his meaty bone-on, Susan was 
busily flicking her clitoris up and down with her own finger. "Jesus fuck 
Christ ass-hole 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 
ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 
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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. "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 
ass-hole, 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, ground 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 
ass-hole 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 
ass-hole 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 cave 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 corn-hole 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 ass-holes 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 ass-hole. "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 gray 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 bed board 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole, 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
