Anal Reunion
by Fred Garnett


I 

"Bend over, bitch. And don't give me any more shit." 

His words were stern. He'd fucked around long enough with her. He knew what 
he wanted, and he knew exactly how to get it from her. It had taken him ten 
minutes' talk and two drinks to get to know her in the bar around the 
corner. And now that he knew her number, he didn't want to have to mess 
around talking her into it. Besides, he also knew the best tactic to use: 
harsh, brutal, cruel. Anything else would be mealy-mouth and chicken-shit. 
That wasn't what Stella Sommer wanted. 

"You don't have to talk like that to me," she protested. 

He slapped her across the face. There was an echo in the unfurnished cheap 
room. It was a loud smack. She blushed with hurt and rage. "Just shut the 
fuck up," said Curt Wilson, "or you'll get more than you bargained for. Now 
let's see it." 

She fearfully leaned upwards, onto her hands and knees. She lost her balance 
in the lumpy spring mattress, but when she came upright, her ass was rolling 
and beautiful. "There you go," said Curt. "Doesn't that feel better? I mean, 
don't you feel like you're on your way to what you really want?" He leaned 
forward, propped his cock in the space between her ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm," he 
hummed, sliding his pecker along the top of the groove. "Nice and smooth, 
honey. Just the way I pictured it would be." He rubbed the underside of his 
cock against the crack in her rump. 

Her buttocks were well-rounded creamy half-moons. They were supple and not 
flabby. Curt pretended they were butter. He could feel them melt in his 
hands. He held her by the sides and rubbed his dick up and down on the 
surface of the slick butt flesh. "Good," he said. "That's good." She was 
rocking from side to side, swaying her ass. It had been obvious to him, 
obvious from the beginning in the bar, that she would want it up her 
ass-hole. It had been equally obvious that he would have to slap her around, 
too. She wanted to pretend that she liked it to be romantic and up her cunt. 
He didn't want to pretend. He wanted a good long butt fuck, something to 
make up for a couple of horny days. 

Curt Wilson was a big burly man. He had hair all over his chest and legs and 
buttocks. He was well-hung with long cock and heavy nuts. He had plenty of 
pubic hair, all of it dark, black. He was young, in his prime, ready to fuck 
anything that moved well. He could do it, too. 

As for Stella Sommer, she was prime, too. She was long and lanky, and she 
was buxom in her chest. She had big, supple, pendular mammaries. They hung 
down ready for rubbing. The nipples were large. The caps were the size of 
silver-dollars, maybe just a little smaller, and they were brown, dark, the 
color hf her hair. The tips of her titties were cherry colored. They were a 
perfect pair of nipples, worthy of feeling and sucking. And her cunt was a 
precious slit surrounded by damp hair. Even as she'd undressed, Curt could 
see that she leaked a steady flow of slippery ease juice. The room was 
filled with her female aroma. 

He hadn't wanted to hit her. But she'd been acting like she didn't know what 
she was doing. The one brief slap set her straight. She knew now, and it 
wasn't like it was the first time. She was probably a masochist of some 
sort, but a pretty one, nonetheless. Her complexion was light and creamy 
except for her dark bush, her dark labial lips, her dark nipples. She 
probably tanned easily, but now she was creamy, milk-white, from not being 
in the sun. 

Curt rolled his hefty rod up and down between her butt cheeks. "It's good, 
isn't it," he told her. 

"Yes," she said. She had to admit that it was better than she'd expected. It 
wasn't every stranger who could turn her on the way Curt had. There was 
something about him. He knew how to treat her so that it would be exciting. 
He was willing to work her over, if he had to, and she didn't mind that. 
Maybe she even liked it. She rolled her butt for him, for his long, firming 
pecker. His erection, she knew, had to be full and hard before it would get 
into her tight anal channel. 

It didn't bother her about the seedy hotel room. After all, she couldn't 
take him home with her. She was only seventeen. Her mother would have a 
shit-fit if she knew what was going on in Stella's life. Not only that, 
there was no privacy at home. The hotel was perfect. 

Curt continued to rub his meat along the narrow groove. "I wish I had some 
juice here with he," he said. 

"Use my twat," she said in a meek voice. Stella had the voice of a 
librarian. It was a sweet voice, pristine, and it implied all sorts of 
strange possibilities. She'd learned to talk that way as a kid, because she 
was afraid of her father, and her mother was no help in changing things. She 
was weak that way, but stronger in others. In her sexual habits, for 
example, she could take anything. A good stiff rod up the ass was what she 
craved, as often and as steady as possible. But she hated to admit it. Curt 
had to do that for her. He did a good job of it, too. 

He reached into her juicing pussy with one hand. The juice was ready. It 
flowed from her cunt in a kind of steady pour. There would be enough to 
juice all of Curt's stiff rod and all of her ass-hole. That would make the 
anal sex the best. If it was dry, it would be tight. And if it was too 
tight, it would be miserable. They both knew that. 

Curt took a helping of the clit's easy juice. He rubbed it on his cock. Then 
he spread another handful on her buttocks. He rubbed Stella's smooth round 
orbs with the slippery grease. Before long he had a good feel for his palms. 
It was a slippery feel, one that sent his palms, his hands sliding back and 
forth across fresh, young flesh, ass flesh, the softest flesh in the world. 
And Stella's was especially so. 

She'd probably done it a dozen times before, this way. So she was close to 
being virgin. Her tube, hoped Curt, was probably still tight, with long 
muscles. Of course he wouldn't know for sure until he had his powerful 
fuck-stick greased and in it. But that would only be a minute or two more 
away. 

He went back to her wet twat. He needed more juice. "Come on," she said. 
"Let's get it going, eh?" She was hot for it now. It was contrasting 
behavior, compared to her earlier reluctance. But Curt had expected as much. 
After all, he'd picked her out of the bar as a woman who wanted it, wouldn't 
admit it, and then when she submitted, finally, went all the way for it. So 
he told her to take her time. While she relaxed, he massaged her cheeks with 
his greasy hands, lubricated her butt crack and cheeks, and then the tube, 
with her clit ooze. "O.k., " he told her, pulling a finger out of her butt 
entrance. "You get yourself ready now. It's going to be good and stiff." 

"You know," she said, "you could eat me first. Just for the hell of it." 

"I could," retorted Curt. "But I'm not going to. We'll take care of your 
ass-hole, baby, and then we'll do some of the fringe benefits." He aimed his 
spear. The hot flesh was coated with juice. It was a well-lubricated prong. 
He'd stuff her with it and make sure that she got it good. He leaned down 
and probed the head of the meat at the tapered hole. "You all set, Stella, 
baby?" 

"Ready," she moaned. "Do it." 

"Do it?" he asked in a mocking voice. "Do it up right?" 

"Yeah," said Stella. "Fuck me up the ass-hole." 

She didn't have much time to say anything else. He let loose with a long 
steady push. He jammed down hard. He gave her all of his dick at once. She 
would have screamed, but her breath was gone. She was impaled by the stick. 
It was deep in her bowels before she could say anything. She rolled her hips 
back and forth. But it was an unconscious physical movement, the expression 
of agony. Maybe she'd have tried to get away, It wouldn't have done any 
good. Curt had his hand gripped around her neck. She couldn't move forward 
or backwards either. He had an arm around her waist, under her belly, and 
his hand gripped the opposite hip. It was a stiff hold. A wrestler could 
have flattened an opponent if he had this hold on him. 

Even though they weren't wrestling, Curt flattened Stella. The force of his 
initial thrust sent her face down into the sheets. She started moaning, 
saying that she couldn't take it. "It's too fucking much," she hollered. 
"Don't you know that? Too damn much meat in one place." 

"Ha," he laughed. "Too much?" He chortled. "You ain't seen nothing yet." He 
slammed his groin into her buttocks. His cock descended what distance 
remained in her shit-tube. "You gonna get a long wail in there honey child, 
one to last you a good long while." 

"Uuuhh," she complained. "It still hurts. Not enough grease." He pulled 
back. "That's better." 

"Hold on," he said. He yanked his rod out all together. He greased up again. 
He supplied her tube with a fingering and spread out more of her vaginal 
ooze across the entrance to the hole. He stuffed her again and again with 
his long finger that was covered with clit grease. "Now," he said. "Now, 
you'll get the fuck you been wanting. This will be nice and easy." He 
entered her again, this time slowly. His rod slid down the tight corridor in 
her butt. She tried to jerk away again, but he held her just as secure as 
before. "Take it easy," he said. "We're almost there." 

He reached his hands up under her body. He had her chest in his two hands. 
Her pendular tits were like cotton in his palms. They were soft and fleshy, 
young and nubile. He massaged them, milked them with kneading fingers. He 
could tell she was getting aroused, in her titties, in her butt. It was 
going to be a long fuck, a hot one, a sultry intercourse for Stella's anus 
and his prick. "It's good and tight," he told her softly. "Good and tight 
the way I like it." 

He plied her from side to side. His thick stem spread out her sphincter 
muscle while his hands worked on her soft titties. "Yeah," he said. "Good." 
He continued to work out on her chest. Before long, he knew, she would be 
orgasmic. What he did with her now he had to do fast. "It's gonna hurt," he 
cautioned her. "Just for a minute." 

"Why?" she said. "It's good now. It's better than it ever was before." 

"Yeah," he said. "But it's gonna hurt. Hold on tight." 

She reached forward and grabbed the head of the bed. She held on with both 
hands, like a kid taking swimming lessons from the side of the pool. "O.k., 
" he said, "here we go." He lunged forward. His pecker disappeared all the 
way up the tube. It was tight and she recoiled. 

"Oooh," she cried to him. "Too fucking much." 

"Just another inch and you'll have it," he told her. "Just a bit more." He 
used his hands-took them off her soft chest and applied them to her 
buttocks-to spread her out more. He pulled the ass cheeks, the soft globes, 
apart. Now he could plunge his flesh rod down deep, to the hilt. Before he 
finished his meat was fully in her body, in the rear entrance. "You like?" 

"Oh, God, yes," she agreed. "It's perfect now. It doesn't hurt so much once 
you're in." She rolled her hips to get a squeeze position on the shaft. She 
got it and started rolling the muscles, milking his rod. She was able to 
grip him with the sliding iris sphincter. 

She managed to tighten the circle of flesh in her anus. It rubbed his dick. 

Stella's efforts to make him happy impressed Curt. He jammed down deep, 
wanting to give her the same accommodating thrill. "There you go honey," he 
said. "You got it all now." 

"Yeah," she said softly, moaning into her pillow. Her face was sideways 
against the cheap linen and rubber cushion. It gave her butt the right 
angle. The cock muscle could even slide a bit, if he was careful. And he 
was. He jammed hard and then eased back. He had good control over his crotch 
muscle. He'd fucked a lot of women this way, and it was nothing for him to 
consider waiting a half-hour of forty minutes before letting loose with his 
wad. At least, that's what he would do if he thought the woman could take it 
that long. 

He couldn't tell why he loved to fuck a woman up the ass-hole. Sometimes he 
hated to do it, other times he loved it that way. There were days when the 
thought made him feel crummy, and there were other days he couldn't live 
without it. He jammed hard in Stella's ass cunt. He wanted to make sure that 
she was getting the full treatment. This was one of the days it felt good. 
"Uuuuhh," he grunted. "Uuuumph," and he lunged forward with all his might. 

His muscle filled Stella up to the brim. She tried to remember a time when 
her ass-hole had been so penetrated. There wasn't one. She couldn't compare 
it to other experiences. There was a man named Dave who'd done it hard and 
fast up her ass-hole, but he had come so fast that she didn't even know he 
was in her before he was out. This was different. Curt was rolling his hips 
and pumping his rod, sliding it in and out in small degrees. He had some 
sort of control over her ass without even trying. She felt the heat and 
blush fill her face. She was getting hot, ready to come. It would be a 
minute or two more, but she was sure she would juice all over the fucking 
place. It wouldn't be long. "I'm hot," she told him. "Really hot." 

"Good, baby," said Curt. "That's great. You come on my rod whenever it suits 
you." He reached a finger in her smooth young vagina. He planted the digit 
along side the young girl's twat-prick. Her clit jumped to life. It twitched 
involuntarily. He rubbed it just as vigorously as he rubbed her ass-hole 
tube with his thick bent meat. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "you get that rubbing 
going just right. I never had it like this before." 

He reached up to her chest again. He cupped one titty and squeezed. Before 
she knew what was happening; her nipple was ecstatic. The nipple was up and 
ready. He rubbed his palm across the tip. He could feel her getting hotter. 
He had a hand for her cunt, one for her big chest, and a cock in her anus. 
She couldn't have been more satisfied. 

She said so too. "It's awfully fucking good, Curt. Awfully good." 

"Glad you like it," he told her. "That's the way it should be." He kissed 
her on the side of her face. He could whisper in her ear, if he wanted, and 
plunge a tongue down her aural canal. He didn't bother, though. He just went 
around her blonde nape and Frenched her fine skin. It was a smooth lick for 
luscious skin. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, "I love it." 

"Yeah," said Curt "It ain't all that bad at this end, either." He could feel 
her long ass-hole muscles going to work to get the jism out of his cock. He 
could resist for a while, but then he would have to fire. It was that good a 
slide. The screwing in this dame's butt was too good to believe. He wondered 
if he would last long enough to get her into orgasm. She had nice tight 
muscles, and plenty of control, all of a sudden. He knew she'd done it 
before, now, for sure. It wasn't just conjecture. She'd fucked some men up 
her ass-hole before. She liked it, too. The one slap had been enough. It let 
her know a lot about himself, that he didn't bullshit around, that he didn't 
care so much about her psyche as he did about her body. He wanted it in 
order, ready, hot, lusty. It was one slap that had done the job. He jabbed 
hard, in order the better to enjoy the anal fuck they were getting off on. 
"Nice," he told her when she responded with a good solid squeeze in her butt 
and jerk in her hips. "Very, very nice." 

They began to sweat. The heat was too much. They were working up an anal 
sexual frenzy. Another few minutes and they'd have both spent their wads. It 
would have been one simple fuck, just up the butt, that's all. One long 
ass-hole screw, just to get the day started, or ended. Curt smiled to 
himself about how he'd made the right choice. There'd been another girl 
sitting next to Stella at the bar. He might have picked her, a loser for 
sure. This was better. This was a good anus fuck. It was one that neither of 
them would forget. It was a sweaty butt-fuck well worth the short wait it 
took to eet it. 

"Jesus," cried Stella Sommer. "I'm getting so fucking hot." She reached 
around and took one of Curt's hands. He'd been playing softly with her 
titties. She took a finger and pushed it into her clit button. She rubbed 
herself with his finger. Another few strokes, she suspected, and she'd be 
rolling in gush. She pulled his finger back and forth across her clitoris. 
"Yeah," she said, letting loose, "that rubbing there and you know what in my 
ass-I'll be in heaven." 

It amazed Curt how quickly she'd changed her tune. It wasn't a surprise, but 
it was a remarkable change. He jammed his finger across her clit the way she 
wanted it. The button was erect, fleshy and wet. It was a long clitoris, 
comparatively speaking, and it was hot for all the stimulation Curt was 
willing to give. He tweaked it with his fingers while his cock enjoyed the 
long squeezing, milking muscles of Stella's sweet ass channel. She had what 
it took and he told her so: "Baby," he said, "you're bitchin'!" 

She smiled to herself and rolled the smooth flesh of her ass cheeks and her 
trim hips. The rhythm was basic, primitive, sensual. It enhanced the anal 
lust. His cock slid smoothly in the tight corridor. He felt the jism begin 
to boil in his balls. "In a minute, babe," he warned her, "I'm going to 
flood that hole." 

"Good," she said. "I can hardly wait. Rub my clit hard when you do, eh?" 

"Sure," he said. And in the next minute he was fondling her clit with a 
quick even stroking that led Stella quickly and efficiently up the ladder to 
orgasm. As she began to climax, screeching: "Oh, God, yes, fuck!", he pushed 
his meat further into her ass tube. Her muscles were contracting, 
constricting around his flesh snake. He routed her out like a clogged pipe. 
His jism burst out in one uproarious sexual explosion. He burst out in her 
ass-hole, giving her all the jism she could possibly use. He flooded her 
orgasmic ass crotch. The pudding spilled out along his sliding phallus, out 
and down her ass cheeks. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted. His throbbing and stroking 
action was terrific. He bulged in her ass crotch, continued to spurt for 
maybe fifteen squirts. Then he yanked his spent but rigid flesh prong out 
from between Stella's smooth butt canyon. "Ahhhh," they both sighed. "That's 
what I call a nice anal fuck," said Curt Wilson. "Just about the best in a 
while." 

"Yeah," said Stella, laying down on her side. Her lovely pendular mammaries, 
creamy as ever only blushing, lay alongside Curt's hairy, muscular chest. 
"There's only one more thing you have to do for me, baby," he told her as he 
stroked her titties with his hand. They were creamy soft and luscious to the 
touch. Chills, new ones, followed his finger as he arrived at her upright 
nipple. 

"One more thing? What's that?" she asked, softly. She was tired, exhausted 
from the fuck. But she seemed willing or at least curious to know what else 
the burly man next to her expected. "What else do you want from me?" 

"A little licking," he said. "You know: your basic clean up." 

"What? I don't go in-" 

He put his hand across her mouth. "Don't say something you don't want to. 
You wouldn't want to have to eat your words as well as my ass-hole and cock. 
Now would you?" He took his hand from her face. "Would you?" he repeated the 
cynical question. He pushed with one hand on the back of her head and she 
followed the indicated direction, down to his crotch. 

He turned over quickly. "Start there," he said, his ass in her face. "Just 
give me a little tongue wash up the butt. Then you can take care of the 
really messy part, eh?" He laughed and only had to wait an instant before 
Stella's tongue parted his ass cheeks and rubbed around in his sphincter 
muscle. "Good," he said. "That's the way." 

She went in whole hog. She licked his ass crack and the tube itself. She 
rubbed her face cheeks against his butt cheeks. She used her tongue like a 
wet paint brush. Before long she'd soaked his rear end. His rump was shiny 
with wet saliva. She did a good job of reaming his ass-hole. 

He rolled over and showed her his cock. "You're almost done," he said. "Just 
a little taste here and there, and you're home free." He watched her blush 
as she picked up his filth-covered dick. She rubbed her hands between his 
legs and massaged his spent balls. A moment later she had his cock in her 
mouth. She used her splayed tongue to rub around the surface of the head. 
She went from there, in long wet strokes, down the shaft of his meat. Soon 
she arrived at the base. She used one hand on the mushroom head to hold 
Curt's joint up and away from his body. In this manner she was able to coat 
the underside of his dick with her tongue. There was all sorts of juice that 
needed to be licked off. She took care of it all. 

Curt couldn't be sure if she was swallowing it all down, or just licking it 
off. He didn't really give a shit. He just wanted the thrill of knowing that 
he'd had himself licked off by the same woman who had done in his ass 
desires. His cock, the phallus that had been riding up that woman's butt, 
was now being licked into ecstasy by the same woman. Soon she took the head 
back in her face and tongue around on the rim of the mushroom head. The 
heart-shaped and galvanized tip was sensitive to every wet stroke. She had a 
good tongue, and she used it well on his hungry cock head. Before long he 
was clean as a whistle. She held the meat up for his inspection. "What do 
you think?" 

"Wow," he said. "You do nice work, Stella. Very, very nice." 

"Thanks," she said casually, letting the cleaned prick flop down between his 
legs. "I'll be back in a minute." She went to the John and shut the door 
after her. She leaned over the toilet and flushed it first, so that Curt 
wouldn't hear her doing it. She vomited up the shit and the grease she'd 
swallowed. She puked out the liquor that she'd been drinking. She was 
feeling a lot better when she came back into the room. The fucking in her 
ass-hole, she figured, had been pretty good, she didn't like licking his 
cock that way, but if she had to, if he called her again and wanted her to, 
she'd do it again. Maybe, she thought to herself as she crawled into Curt's 
strong arms and lay there against his chest, just maybe she could get into 
it. After all the anal fuck was one of the best ever. She dozed in his arms 
and didn't realize until she woke up the next morning that she was, for most 
of the night, alone in the hotel bed. 

II 

Mrs. Sommer rolled out of bed early. The phone was ringing, and it couldn't 
have been any later than six in the morning. She was alone in the house, as 
she had been, for well over five years. She was thirty when her husband left 
her for the bottle, and she'd grown used to bringing up a daughter and 
working and being alone. But early morning phone calls, no matter how good a 
divorcee she was, always upset her. In an angry tone of voice, she pulled 
the phone off the hook and said "Hello." 

It was a strange voice, an unfamiliar one, not one of her friends, nor, to 
the best of her knowledge, not a friend of her daughter's. He wanted 
something, to talk with Stella. "I'm sure she's still asleep," said Mrs. 
Sommer. "Can I take a message?" 

"Are you her mother?" asked the voice. He didn't wait for an answer. "Stella 
told me all about you, Mrs. Sommer. I'd like to meet you sometime. That's 
one reason I called so early." 

"I don't know who you are, Mr.-" 

He interrupted: "My name's Curt. Curt Wilson. You have Stella tell you about 
me." The phone went dead. Mrs. Sommer made her way sleepily to Stella's 
bedroom. She pushed the door open. Her daughter blushed and pulled the 
sheets up around her face. "Mom," she said, "I wish you'd fucking knock." 

"Don't talk to your mother that way," said Mrs. Sommer, in no mood to hear 
her young daughter swearing at that hour of the morning. 

"I'm sorry," said Stella. "I just, oh, I'm sorry, Mom." She climbed out of 
the morning sheets and met her mother half way. They embraced warmly. "Who 
was that on the phone?" she asked softly as they both sat on the edge of the 
bed in a moment of tender mother-daughter intimacy. "Someone named Curt," 
said Mrs. Sommer, tying her robe into place. "He said to ask you about him." 


"Oh, yeah, Curt," said Stella. It had been a week since the night in the 
hotel. Even now, seven days later, she could feel how her ass-hole had been 
widened, raped, made orgasmic. She could picture Curt Wilson's long hog 
stuffed up her butt. A blush rose in her face as she looked back at her 
mother. "Did he say what he wanted." 

"No," said Mrs. Sommer. "He hung up rather abruptly, as a matter-of-fact." 
She smiled and said: 

"He'll be calling back, if I know how men like you, Stella." She got up and 
headed back to sleep for a while. 

When Mrs. Sommer next woke up, it was ten-thirty. Stella had long since left 
for school. She stumbled across the living room to answer the doorbell which 
had called her up from her light sleep. A burly, muscular man, young and 
athletic looking, stood in the doorframe. "Yes?" said Mrs. Sommer. "Can I 
help you?" 

"I'm Curt," said the man. "Spoke to you this morning? Is Stella here?" 

"No, but-" 

"That's o.k., " said Curt. He busted passed her. "You alone?" 

"Yes, I am, young man, but I don't see how that?" 

He turned around and in one swift move slammed the front door shut and 
shoved his mouth into Mrs. Sommer's face. He ate everything else she had to 
say. A moment later, despite some preliminary resistance, she was blushing 
and heated. Her desires were ardent, her juice quick to flow. She was a 
lonely but experienced woman. She missed sex, craved it often enough to have 
secretly purchased a dildo, and wasn't about to pass up the opportunity, 
forcibly or otherwise, to have her crack at a fresh, young, stiff cock. She 
submitted to Curt's advances willingly. 

He stripped her quickly of her robe. He hung it over the front door knob 
which he locked. He backed her into the living room and before she could go 
any further, or mouth any insincere protest against his style, he wrapped 
his arms around her and pulled her down to the floor. She reached down 
between their heating bodies and fumbled with his belt buckle. She rubbed 
her one hand in his crotch and the other fiddled with the leather and metal. 
She could feel his fuck-stick bulging. She rubbed it and soon, the other 
hand finding its way, she had his pants sliding down around his knees. She 
tugged his crotch muscle out of the cotton briefs and rubbed the head with 
the palm of her hand. Before long she had him fully erect and ready to fuck 
her. 

"God damn," he said. "Passion must run in the family." He stripped off the 
rest of his clothes and joined the naked woman again on the floor. She had a 
long fleshy body, a little chunkier than her daughter's but shapely 
nonetheless. She had the unmistakable Sommer breasts, large and pendular, 
ripe for a feel. Curt felt his muscle rise just at the thought of a licking 
on those luscious, wanton titties. He splayed his tongue across one nipple 
and licked it hungrily. "Mmmmmm," she hummed to him, "that's nice." She took 
his head in her hands and rubbed his face between her titties. "I like it 
when a man rubs his face there," she said. 

Curt slid down the woman's body. He ended up quickly at Mrs. Sommer's 
beaver. It was wet and juicy. He licked the outer lips and dove into the 
fleshy cunt. It was filled with goo. He spread out the labial leaves with 
his fingers and quickly located her clitoris. After a few deft strokes at 
it, the thing was erect and twitching. "Oh, God," she moaned, "Stella knows 
how to pick her men." He rubbed his palms up and down her smooth loins and 
then slid one hand around to her butt. He slipped a finger into her 
ass-hole, gradually, while he continued to eat her up the orgasm ladder. 

Soon she was gushing and blushing. Her ass-hole, unlike her daughter's was 
spread more. It had more experience, surmised Curt. But that didn't mean it 
wasn't going to be a nice tight rub. To the contrary, he was quite sure that 
Mrs. Sommer's tube was filled with agile and well-developed muscles, all of 
which Curt was sure would soon be wrapped around his hog. "O.k., baby," said 
Curt, "It's time for some real action." He grabbed her firmly around the 
hips and flung her over on her belly. 

"Please be careful," she said. "A bruise would give it all away." 

"No shit," said Curt. He smiled and reached his hands down between her full 
moon ass cheeks. He rubbed the buttocks open. He noticed that the buttocks 
were larger and fleshier than Stella's. It promised to be a smooth greasy 
ride on top of a couple of nice bare cheeks. "O.k., " he said, "Let me just 
get a little feel of this thing." He lifted his prick and rolled it across 
the slippery ass flesh. "Mmmmm," he moaned, "nice stuff there, Mrs. Sommer. 
Very nice stuff." 

He leaned his face down between her ass cheeks. He plied his tongue along 
the groove. He spread the cheeks with his mouth muscle. He was sure to wet 
down everything in sight. Before long he arrived at her ass-hole. He filled 
it, too, with his long, serpent like tongue. He gouged out the hole, drilled 
it with wet saliva for lubricant and his tongue was the bit. He pushed in 
hard and Mrs. Sommer began to rock and roll her hips in his face. "Uuuuuhhh, 
gooood," she grunted. "I love a little ass ream every now and then. 
Especially in the morning." She chuckled to herself. 

He continued licking Stella's mother's butt hole. Soon he traveled up her 
spine. He kissed her back, the small, her hips, the sides, her rib cage. He 
arrived at her neck. He pressed his lips into the soft nape of her 
dark-haired neck. From that angle, with the woman on her belly, he was able 
to reach under her chest and cup her smooth pendular titties. He gave them a 
good long squeeze. He milked them with both hands, kneaded the flesh with 
his fingers. He worked down to her nipple tips. There he tweaked. But his 
real goal had been accomplished much, much sooner. His cock was sliding 
nicely between the woman's ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "you got 
what it takes. And a mother, too!! " 

He punctured her butt in one surprising move. His arrow of flesh went 
darting into the tight space. He jammed hard and long. In two strokes he'd 
filled Mrs. Sommer's anal cavity. 

"Oh, God," she grunted, "I had no idea." 

"Shut up if yer gonna lie," said Curt. He pounded her butt with his cock. 
"You two are alike. She says she never did it that way and loves it. And you 
say you had no idea. Too fucking much." He probed her anus with his long 
muscle. He could feel her tube contracting with desire around his stiff 
pole. She not only had done it, expected it, but she wanted it, needed it, 
loved it. He jammed deep. 

"Uuuuhh," she grunted, "how did you know? I never told anyone, not even 
Stella." 

"A big secret?" asked Curt with a laugh. "Ha, ha, ha." He poked harder. His 
branding iron was burning in her ass crotch. She did have the long squeezing 
muscles he'd been counting on. She was a hell of a good ass lay. He could 
tell already. "You want to come up on your hands and knees?" Until then 
she'd been flat on her belly. He expected that if she were up higher, he 
could get in deeper. 

"Sure," she said. "I'd love it that way." She propped herself up on hands 
and knees. Curt reached one hand down to her gushing cunt, and the other he 
used on her smooth mammaries. The breasts were as soft as the pussy was 
slippery. There was grease in her cunt, and heat in her titties. He couldn't 
get over how his brazen entrance had resulted in so much pleasure. He 
continued to jam his cock down her shit tube and, naturally, he continued to 
enjoy the milking action that had developed in Mrs. Sommer's strong butt 
tube. "Yeah," he told her in a sweet voice, "keep that up and we'll be 
coming on each other in a few minutes." 

"I love it," she said. "I love a good hot rod up my ass-hole." 

"I kind of figured that was the case," said Curt Wilson. "I mean how many 
divorced women just hang out alone and watch their daughters get laid all 
the time and don't want it themselves?" 

"Do you fuck Stella up the-" 

"Once," said Curt. "Just once. I haven't had the chance yet again." But I 
will, said Curt to himself. 

He continued to probe the lovely woman's butt. The tube had begun 
contracting rhythmically ever since she came up on her hands and knees. He 
could feel up her twat, too, where similar muscles squeezed and milked his 
bony finger. But for the most part he concentrated his digit action on her 
clitoris, and his cock muscle on her shit tube. "Mmmmm, good," he told her. 
"Just about perfect." 

"What could be better?" she asked. "You like a little bump and grind maybe?" 
She swayed her hips and bore upwards so that she stood upright on her knees. 


"Oh, God, yes," said Curt. He couldn't believe she was able to come up like 
that. "That's terrific." 

"Or maybe you'd prefer a wiggle or two." She shook her butt on her way back 
down onto her hands. She rolled the entire tube across his muscle, flexed 
her sphincter so that Curt got a good taste of what she could do. "Hot 
fucking damn!" cried Curt. "You're better than I thought any woman could be. 
I mean really. And I've fucked some ass-holes in my time." 

"You're too young to be a judge," she said softly, nibbling at his hand that 
he'd put in front of her face. She kiesed his hand while his cock was 
working around in her butt. Her rump was rolling, her tongue was licking, 
and her pussy was gushing. She couldn't have been happier. "You know what," 
she said without really expecting an answer, "I think we're going to be 
seeing a lot of each other. Yes I do." 

"Don't you count on it," said Curt. He ripped his cock out of her butt and 
slapped the surprised mother on the cheek. "You turn around and give me a 
little head, just to let me know you appreciate the good luck you're 
having." He watched her smile. She nodded her head and pushed him on his 
hirsute chest. He went down on his back. She straddled his waist with her 
back to him. She shuffled backwards so that her butt was at his chin. Then 
she leaned forward. Her long titties rubbed smoothly on his belly, and her 
mouth made a perfect joint with his cock. "There you are," she said softly 
licking his meat. "Just right." 

By laying down on him this way, she'd supplied him with her cunt at the same 
time as she'd scooped his prick. She expected that he wouldn't refuse her 
pussy a quick little licking. Sure enough, Curt went directly to work on 
Mrs. Sommer's open wet twat. He pulled open the vaginal lips and shot his 
tongue deep into the cavern. He ate around and around and gradually landed 
on her clitoris, on the roof of her open, hungry hole. 

She moaned on his dick: "That's the way, boy. That's the way to do it." 

Curt rubbed her buttocks while he sucked out Mrs. Sommer's cunt. He used his 
hands to massage her full ass cheeks, and he used his tongue to lick her 
pussy. It was long delicious strokes across her clit, and good kneading 
fingers on her ass that made Mrs. Sommer comment: "You know your stuff, for 
a younger man. I mean really." 

She went licking across his tough meat. The joint was wet and slimey with 
shit juice. But that didn't stop Mrs. Sommer. She spread her lips around the 
thickest portion of the sword, and, beginning there, sucked her way up and 
down the long phallus. She worked like a box car on tracks. Her face and 
mouth was the box car. The track was Curt's penis. She moved smoothly up and 
down on the joint, using her tongue to lubricate the entire flesh pathway. 
"M-mm," she hummed, from time to time, just to let him know that she 
understood a few of h is ego needs as well as his flesh needs, "you 
certainly do have a well developed sex muscle, Mr. Wilson." 

Curt smiled. "And your twat is not exactly in a state of atrophy, Mrs. 
Sommer." He jammed his face deep in her bush. He gave one long stroke across 
her clit and then pushed her legs up and over his head. "Time for more of 
the real McCoy, lady. Bend over." He didn't give her much time to think 
about it. He had her legs spread; her buttocks open, her ass-hole filled 
with his monster crotch muscle before she could even say: "Ooooh." 

Wham! went his cock, deep into her rump cunt. He filled her full of hot 
penis. He didn't stop when she screamed out bloody murder, either. The feel 
was too good for that. He rubbed and pushed and probed the hot ass-hole 
muscles. He jammed deep enough that he could feel the woman's bowels cringe 
in agony. He was so far in that the sphincter muscle was having to spread 
even wider to accommodate the thick base of his meat than it did to let pass 
the hefty, heart-shaped mushroom head. "Uuuuuuhhh," she grunted, "it's so 
fucking stiff." 

"And hot, too," said Curt. "Hot? Eh?" 

"Yes, hot and stiff," she moaned. "It's-" 

He jammed hard. "It's good!" He rolled his muscle against the contracting 
sphincter. He pulled his dick from side to side. He was malleable enough to 
be able to bend his joint and thereby get himself even more pleasure from 
the long shit tube. It was one long steady fuck in her ass-hole. "Oooh, God, 
yes," she cried, reaching for one of his hands. She pulled his finger back 
to her juicy twat. The lips were open and his finger landed, with her expert 
guidance, directly on her erect and slippery clitoris. "Ooooh, yeah," she 
gasped, "now that's the perfect rub." 

He felt his pecker begin to wail. It was going to be twitching and 
squirting. He wanted her flat on the floor for that one. He wanted to feel 
her naked soft flesh pressed flat against his hirsute and muscular frame. He 
shoved her down hard and his joint went shooting up and off inside her. 

"God damn fuck shit piss!" she wailed out. "It's so fucking hard!!" 

He never let go of her clit. He squeezed it as the same time he fucked her 
butt hole with his jism spurting phallus. He flooded her shit hole with a 
steady pulsing of hot come. The semen juice loosened the tight feel and he 
went sliding back and forth in the confines of the sphincter and shit tube. 
He was able to get the last bit of come into her body as he yanked his rod 
out. He smiled and said: "Very, very good, Mrs. Sommer. like daughter, like 
mother." He laughed a little and then said, "And now for the finishing 
touches." 

She knew exactly what he meant, unlike Stella the week before, and she 
dumped her face onto his cock. She licked him clean with five or six deft 
strokes. Again Curt smiled and said: "Very, very good." And then he added: 
"Excellent, in fact. Just fucking excellent." 

III 

The next night Stella dressed in front of the mirror. She put on a pair of 
tight white levies, but then she discarded them. She wanted to have her 
splendid long legs out in the open for show. And for easy access, too. She 
rubbed her thighs and watched herself doing it in the mirror. "I have a 
pretty body," she murmured to herself. "I should make good use of it." She 
rolled her hips. Her lovely dark bush nearly smiled with the delight Stella 
took in seeing herself move. She reached into her twat and opened the lips. 
She wanted to take a good look at her own sweet tube. She pressed her thighs 
close to the mirror. She was up tight against it and could just get a look 
in when the doorbell rang. She knew it was her date. 

Hurriedly, she dressed in a simple skirt and blouse. Just for fun she 
brought along a sweater. She met her date, a strong young fellow from the 
high school, a boy she'd dated for some time. His name was Brandon, and she 
liked him a lot. She regretted, however, that he was timid with her. She 
promised herself, though, that this night she would change all that. 

They dined at a local restaurant and then made their way in Brandon's car up 
toward the hills overlooking the city. But just before they started up the 
climb, Stella suggested: "Brandon, why don't we go to a motel tonight. I'll 
split the cost. It would be better than working out in the back of the car." 
The young man was a little surprised at his girl's abnormally and unusual 
forward manner, but he decided that it might be best to go with her. 

A few minutes later, under the name Smith, they checked into a dive called 
the Truesdale House. It was a five dollar a night flea bag joint, but it had 
clean sheets on the beds. It only took Stella and Brandon about five seconds 
to undress and get under the covers. 

"Gee," said Brandon, "it's kind of strange being in bed with you. I'm more 
used to having to get going in the car." 

"I know," said Stella, pulling her long dark hair back over her shoulders, 
"isn't it nice?" She didn't wait for him to answer. She stuffed his open 
mouth with her tongue. He kissed back, French style, and before long both of 
them were heated and horny. Stella, of course, was a bit more lusty than at 
him and said in order to encourage him: "Of course you can do it. Don't be 
silly now, you know it's going to be fun." 

He started to blush: "I guess so." She crawled down between his legs and 
licked his cock a couple of times before settling on her face, hands and 
knees. Her butt was pushing the blankets and sheets up. "You can get in 
there really easy like this. Just pick yourself up and go to it. I know 
you'll like it once you start." She wagged her ass to give him a sexy little 
hint of how good it was going to be for her. Her buttocks were smooth and 
probably irresistible. She was young and supple and very difficult to turn 
down. 

"O.k., " said Brandon, getting up to give the hot rump the old college try. 
"I'm ready to give it a go." He spread her ass cheeks and looked into the 
shit tube. It was tapered at the entrance, rounded and brown, like dry 
rolling hill. He could see some shiny juice just beyond the initial entrance 
and suspected that it was clit juice that had leaked down from Stella's hot 
mound. "Are you ready?" he asked, postponing the moment. 

"Yes, Brandon. I'm quite ready. Quit stalling and give me something nice to 
remember you by. We are high school seniors, you know, and it would be nice 
to know that you cared enough ... ooooooh, Brandon, and it was she who was 
on top. "Honey," she said, rolling her pelvis against Brandon's cock, "tell 
me how you like it best." 

"Oh, darling," said Brandon, "I like it just about all the ways." Stella 
reached down and planted his cock between the lips of her pussy. The leaves 
were slippery with fresh clit goo. She spread out around his good long hog, 
but she didn't force it up into her. She merely rubbed along side it with 
the meaty tip spreading her lips from time to time. It was a long wet and 
sloppy feel for Brandon's hot cock. He could especially enjoy the tip of his 
meat as it rolled between his girl's special cunt lips. He liked to think of 
Stella as only his, and he liked it when she showed some assertiveness about 
sex. "You make me very happy," he sighed. "Very, very happy." 

"Good," she said. "Would you like me to feel very special?" she asked. 

"Of course," said Brandon, staring up at Stella's sweet round eyes. "What 
should I do?" 

"Eat my ass-hole." 

He paled. "What? I never did that. I don't know." He stammered: "Do you, ah, 
really, ah want me to do that?" He wondered how it would taste, if there 
would be shit there. 

"I washed before you came. It'll be nice and clean and juicy, and I really 
want you to do it." She smiled 

Brandon, that's perfect!! " 

Brandon had stuffed his tongue into her ass crack. He sloshed up and down, 
like a painter working in the corner of a room, and he was filling her 
tubular shaped ass groove with tongue meat and saliva. He washed her hole, 
at least the entrance, with the tip of his tongue. Then he jammed it in 
further and circled the sphincter with his muscle. "Mmmmm," he said, "it's 
not so bad as I thought it would be." He smacked his lips and went back for 
more. He stuffed as much of his tongue into Stella's hot tube as he could 
and she responded with a lovely squeaking screech. "Oooh, Brandy," she cooed 
and moaned, "that's just so luscious!! I'll never forget how you did this 
for me." 

He smiled, happy to be able to please his special girl, and then went 
slopping up and down the space between her cheeks again. "That's good," he 
moaned. "That's really damn good." He squeezed her ass buttocks open. His 
long tongue went diving down deep into the shit tube. He filled it with 
meaty mouth muscle. He managed to give her a quick, sharp reaming. Before 
long she was telling him that he was her favorite lover, that she needed him 
all the time, forever, that no matter where he went after graduation she was 
going to follow him; for the sex!! 

"Phew," said Brandon. "That's enough for now." 

"Oh, drat," said delectable Stella. "We only just got started!" She rolled 
over and found his joint ready and willing for her mouth. She sucked up the 
tip of the meat into her lips. "Darling," said Brandon, "you were never this 
passionate before. What's happened?" 

"I just decided," said lovely Stella, rubbing the wet cock against her face, 
"that you and I are both adults now and there's no need for us to hide our 
true sexual desires." 

"No need ... . " 

"At all," added Stella. "Do I make myself clear?" 

"Yes," said Brandon. "Does that mean that-" 

She turned and faced him. She spread her long comely legs. "Look," she said, 
holding her cunt lips open so that he could see inside her tube. "I want you 
in there." 

Brandon didn't say another word. He stared for a moment, looked into the 
open hairy box, noted the wet, and dove for it. He pushed his cock into the 
space as he forced Stella down on the bed. "You mustn't," she warned him, 
"shoot off in there. I don't have any way of preventing myself from getting 
pregnant." It was a lie, but she had another motive: she wanted his dick in 
her ass-hole. "In fact," she said, "you better hold off on sticking it in 
there for a while. Why don't you use the other hole?" 

"The other hole?" asked Brandon, pulling his greasy flesh tower out of her 
cunt. "Where?" 

She turned around again and showed him her butt. "It's nice and wet, and I 
bet you could just go sliding right on in!" 

"Sure," said Brandon. "Why the hell not?" It was going to be one of those 
nights. He lifted his dick to the smooth surface of Stella Sommer's butt. He 
rubbed the underside of his joint along her hefty buttock until he was good 
and sure that his pecker was about as stiff as it could be considering that 
he wasn't inside the lovely woman's body. Then he pulled his meat up in his 
hand and placed the point at the entrance to her delectable tube. "Ready?" 
he asked, in the same manner as before when he'd stalled and procrastinated 
eating Stella's shit tube. 

"Yes, I'm ready," said Stella impatiently. She leaned around and took one 
last look at Brandon's long stiff muscle. It was shiny with juice. "Gonna 
poke me or hang around?" she asked, taunting him. 

He jammed forward. His sudden thrust spread the tight iris sphincter muscle 
open. He passed through the thing and deepened the assault with a wiggle and 
jam from his hips. He grinded deep and the deeper he went the more he 
blushed crimson. "Oooh, my God," he grunted, "I can't believe how nice it 
is." 

"I told you," she said. "Isn't that good?" She loved the idea of seducing 
him with her butt. It wasn't the same game as the wonderful one she'd played 
with Curt Wilson, but then Curt Wilson was a different kind of man. He 
wanted to take everything, and Brandon wanted to give what little he had. 
"Is it good for you?" she heard him asking. "I mean is it really nice?" 

"Oh, yes," she said. "I love the feel of that big meat of yours Brandon. I 
wouldn't do it if I didn't like it." 

"Have you done it this way before?" he asked in her ear by leaning across 
her back. She didn't answer. Instead, she rocked her hips a couple of times 
from right to left. Then she swayed her hips forward and pulled his muscle 
deeper into her bowels. "How do you like that?" she asked. "Good?" 

"I like it," he said, taking her silence about other buttfucks to mean that 
she had done it before. "Well," he added, "I'll be damned." With that 
Brandon's anger rose up. He decided to plunge as deep as possible and to 
take advantage of what was happening. He worked his meat slowly but surely 
so deep in Stella's ass crotch that he was flush with her smooth butt 
cheeks. She rolled her hips and his cock was getting a delicious feel. He 
began to twist and gyrate. He plied her sphincter muscle open and wide so 
that he got the longest and strongest feel possible from her ass cavity. 
"Oooh," she grunted to him, "that's an awfully stiff pecker there, Brandon." 


He jammed harder. He didn't like her patronizing attitude. Suddenly he 
realized that he was being made a fool of, that she'd been fucking many men, 
others beside himself, men who he didn't know. He knew that she'd been 
fucking lots of men with her butt, with her twat, and that for years he'd 
been putting off fucking her because he thought she was a virgin. He 
translated his anger into a long stroking action that stuffed her so full of 
his hot cock that she couldn't take it. 

"Oh, Christ, no," she wailed. "What's gotten into you? I can't take it 
anymore. Please, no, shit!! " 

But he didn't stop. He just continued to roll his muscle in wider and larger 
curves, making sure to tear up her ass-hole as much as possible. She wiggled 
away at one point and his greasy rod slipped out of her shit hole. But he 
grabbed her by the nape of the neck and forced her face down into the foot 
of the bed, into the sheets and covers. "Brandon," she wailed, "what's 
gotten into you? I don't understand?" She was blushing and hot and confused 
about his sudden urge to destroy her ass. He kept rocking her hips until he 
re-mounted her anus. Then he said: "It's not in me, baby. It's in you! Ha, 
ha, ha!! Just the way it has been all along!" 

He worked his rod in and out of her tight hole. He never really left the 
anal tube, but he kept bringing his rod to the edge of the entrance and then 
slamming it back in. "Oooh, God, no!" screeched Stella. "Please slow down!! 
" She tried to make her way out of his grip. But he had her on her face and 
every move she made resulted in a further penetration of her ass-hole. "God, 
fuck!" she cried. "Please stop!" 

He jerked his joint out of her hole, not because she asked him to, because 
he was finished fucking her there. He slapped her ass a couple of times and 
then used strong, angry hands to roll her onto her back. "Shut up," he said. 
"I see what's been going on now, and you're gonna get your fair share." 

He jammed his cock into her cunt. She couldn't help but roll back and try to 
wiggle free. Again her efforts were useless. He had his powerhouse muscle 
inside her twat. She tried to roll backwards, but it only served to 
stimulate his cock even more. "Oh, shit, Brandon. You don't have to-" He 
buried her face with his tongue, ate her lips and her mouth and stuffed his 
meaty rod harder and longer into her body. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted, tearing 
her face away from his. "If you think-" 

He slapped her. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me, baby. Or I'm going to ruin 
your body." He slammed his joint all the way up her vaginal channel. And 
then he began to twitch. His jism spilled out and down her tube. He flooded 
the chamber and pulled his long fuck-stick out of Stella's raped orifice. 
"Now," he said, "get down on it and start licking." 

"Brandon," she protested, her face still red from the smack, "what's gotten 
into you? I don't understand why you're acting like this." 

"Shut up and suck it," he told her. 

She crawled down, fearful, and took his rod into her mouth. She licked the 
slimey head, the greased shaft of the pole, the thick base. She swabbed her 
tongue against the hairs in his groin and wet down his pubic forest. She 
licked the inside of his loins and then kissed his thighs. He rolled over 
and gave her access to his ass-hole. "There too?" she asked. "There too," he 
said quickly. She buried her tongue in his anus and licked out the long wet 
tube. She kissed his buttocks and rolled her tongue up and down the anal 
alley. Before long she had coated his butt with saliva. He was clean and wet 
all over. "There," she said, massaging his buttocks with her hands, "I think 
that should do it." She was still a little afraid that he might demand some 
other sexual act from her. Her whole game had been turned around on Stella, 
and she was still adjusting. 

She looked up at Brandon with a hurt and frightened look on her pretty face. 
"Don't worry," he said. "That's all." He added on their way to the car, 
"That's all for a long, long time." 

IV 

Mrs. Sommer told Curt: "Sooner or later she's going to find out." She 
watched him undressing. Her daughter was out of the house, at school, and 
Curt's visits had become a regular thing. "She asks what I think about you," 
said Mrs. Sommer, "and sooner or later I'm going to have to tell her." Curt 
said nothing. He just kept undressing. Mrs. Sommer was laying on her bed 
with her long supple legs spread. Her bush leaked even though she was 
speaking seriously about her daughter and Curt Wilson and herself. 

"I don't give a shit," said Curt, climbing up onto the king-sized bed. "Why 
do you care?" He rubbed his palms along the lovely woman's smooth thighs. He 
kneaded the flesh of her loins with his fingers. He was kneeling between her 
smooth legs and rubbing her down in preparation for the anal fuck. She 
started to tell him, about why she cared, but he interrupted and had her 
turn over. "You tell me like this," he said, caressing the backs of her 
legs. "Tell me all about it." 

Mrs. Sommer blushed into the pillow. It seemed obvious to her. It was not 
easy for her to understand Curt's cruel attitude. After all, how often, she 
wondered, does a mother and her daughter fuck the same man? She tried to 
explain: "Don't you see that Stella will never trust me again if she finds 
out? Don't you understand what's gonna happen?" 

"You could always stop seeing me," said Curt with a snicker. He rubbed Mrs. 
Sommer's delightful heavy buttocks. He spread the cheeks open and looked 
down the narrow groove. It was creamy white and the sphincter had been 
lubed. "I see you greased up a little today," observed Curt. "Just getting 
ready, eh?" 

Mrs. Sommer rolled her butt. "I like it when you touch me there." She could 
feel his long bony finger sliding up and down her pre-greased ass crack. He 
knew just how to go. He rubbed lightly along the separation between the two 
halves of her ass. Then he fingered the anus itself. He pushed in slowly. 
One finger rubbed at the anal tube, one hand massaged her buttocks. He 
caressed her cunt, too, from underneath, when he wasn't working on her 
ass-hole or cheeks. "You got just the kind of butt," he said, "that I love 
to fuck. But if you'd rather I didn't come here, you just say so." He 
continued to rub at her ass and legs and pussy. "It's getting greasy, Mrs. 
Sommer. I like it like that." 

He drew a finger across the lips surrounding her vagina. It was an easy 
reach from behind her into her bush. He brought out some of the clit juice 
and tasted it. "Mmmmm," he said, "just right. Hot and sweet." He wiped his 
finger in her ass-hole. "You like that? You like the feel of a nice long 
finger in your butt hole Mrs. Sommer?" 

"You know I do," she cooed. "There isn't anything else that really satisfies 
me." 

"Then in that case," said Curt, "you better make sure young Stella don't 
find out about you and I, eh?" He landed his prick, as he leaned down, 
between her buttocks. He rubbed the underside of his sprung joint along the 
surface between Mrs. Sommer's firm butt leaves. He enjoyed the feel of the 
narrow channel on his dick. It gave his hard-on fresh inspiration. He 
pressed down heavily and before long Mrs. Sommer was gasping and blushing 
severely. She rolled her hips to get a better feel of the fuck-stick in her 
ass crotch. "It's good," she moaned. "It's very good." 

Curt went sailing up and down along the groove. He was yet to punch Mrs. 
Sommer with his dick. That would be soon, though, and he knew it would be a 
nice tight feel. He was getting used to the nature of the woman's channel. 
He knew where it curved, where the best location in it was for a good 
butt-fuck. He'd been screwing her up the ass-hole for a couple of weeks, 
now, her and her daughter, Stella. He could make comparisons, but they were 
irrelevant. The important thing was each individual anal orgasm. And there 
were plenty of those. 

He reached his hands around her waist and located her smooth cunt lips. He 
pulled them open. "Just a little vaginal stimulation to make sure you're 
ready, Mrs. Sommer." She gasped as he located and tweaked her clitoris. 
Before long he had a fresh supply of ease juice flowing from her twat. It 
was slippery and greasy, the kind of stuff that makes any kind of fuck that 
much better. It was steady juicing ooze, all of it easily transported to his 
cock and her ass-hole for more lubrication. "You didn't have to bother with 
all that artificial grease," he told her. "I could have just used what you 
got here in your cunt." He smiled and pulled his meat from within the 
confines of her butt crack. "I think it's time for the real McCoy," he said. 


"Maybe you would like to try something different?" she suggested with a 
smile over her shoulder at Curt. "I don't know though, maybe you wouldn't be 
able to get into it." 

"like what?" 

"Well, I have a dildo here, under the bed. You could loosen me up with that, 
first, if you wanted to." She blushed for having said it herself, but she'd 
waited long enough for him to get around to suggesting it himself. It was 
time. 

"Well, sure," said Curt. "If that's what you want." 

She climbed out from between his legs and reached under the bed. She pulled 
up an electric cock. "You like the looks of this thing?" she asked. "It's a 
super model. Got it from a friend for nothing. With batteries." She switched 
the vibrator on. A nozzle on the front end rotated. "Look at that thing go," 
said Mrs. Sommer. "I bet no one could ream with their tongue as well as that 
thing can." 

"Lemme have that," he said. She passed it to him and spread herself out, 
belly down, on the bed. He applied it to the outer edge of her anus. "Are 
you ready?" She nodded and reached back with her hands to cup her buttocks 
out of the way. "Go to it," she said. "Shove it up my butt." 

He placed the vibrator inside her ass-hole. It shook her tube and she wailed 
with delight, little screams and screeches about how nice it was to have 
something shaking her ass-hole. "That's so fucking good," she said. "I'm 
going to be even better for you today, Curt, better than ever!" She came up 
on her hands and knees and more of the artificial electric cock streamed 
down her butt tube. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "now you got it going just right." 
She looked over her shoulder and saw that her ass-hole was plugged with the 
egg-beater device. It was shifting back and forth, under Curt's deft 
manipulation, in her ass-hole. It shook her to the core, and she loved every 
minute of it. 

Curt used one hand to hold the prick in place, and the other to fiddle with 
Mrs. Sommer's cunt. Her clit was erect and throbbing, and her juice was 
flowing steadily. "This thing is magnificent," he told her. "You're getting 
hotter than ever, eh?" 

. She had to agree. The feel of the vibrating dildo in her ass-hole was a 
good, solid fuck. It was the kind of reaming that no human finger, tongue or 
dick could do. If course, it wasn't fleshy the way a real penis was, but it 
certainly did get her going. She could feel the ooze coming from her pussy, 
leaking into his hand, between her legs. She clamped her legs closed around 
the wrist between her loins and let her weight rest forward on her face and 
head. She was bowed down. She reached back with her hands again and opened 
up her ass-hole. "Now," she said, "you can get it in further. Go on and rub 
hard." 

So Curt jammed the long plastic deep into her bowels. Mrs. Sommer screamed 
in ecstasy about how she loved having something stuffed up her anus, about 
how good it was to have a man around who appreciated her bunghole. She 
couldn't get over how Curt knew just everything there was to know about 
giving a good anal ream, from using a dildo to sucking her ass-hole. She 
appreciated all the time he spent with her, and she had come to look forward 
to his anal fuck visits. "I love you, Curt," she moaned in passion, "I love 
the way you treat me. It's good and solid loving you give me. Good and solid 
fucking up my ass-hole." 

"Yeah," said Curt. "I'm glad." He yanked the machine out of her butt. The 
flesh was smoother than ever. It was opened wide. Her anal tube was leaking 
out excess grease. "Here," he said pushing the dildo down in front of her 
face. "Lick that for a little." 

"But why?" she said, blushing again. "I don't need to-" 

He shoved it into her mouth. "Lick it while I fuck your ass-hole." She took 
the thing in her mouth and started licking it off. There was all sorts of 
grease and shit juice on it. She had it in her face, and didn't really mind 
licking it and sucking the stuff down. After all, she'd sucked his 
filth-covered cock lots of times after intercourse. What difference did it 
make if it was a dildo or a cock. She sucked it into her face. 

Meanwhile, Curt mounted her. He started in slow, but he used only one stroke 
to plant his meat. Before long he had his entire beef between the tight 
sphincter iris muscle and the insides of her rump. He was deep inside her 
anal factory when she began to cringe. "It hurts," said Mrs. Sommer. "It 
really does hurt." 

"Tough shit," said Curt. "Grin and bare it." He plunged his sword down the 
anal tube. He filled her so full of hot beef that she didn't know which way 
to turn. He held her by the hips and rolled her pelvis to be sure and get 
the best feel. She was rolling back, not from pleasure, but from big pain. 
She liked an anal fuck. It was the kind of thing that really got her off, 
ever since she could remember. But every now and then a penis would hurt her 
ass-hole, as Curt's was doing now. 

She remembered the first time she'd ever had an anal fuck. She was a little 
older than her daughter. It started out as kid's play. She was in high 
school and some girl friends had gathered just to shoot the shit. When most 
of them had left, she was alone with one of the prettier girls from class. 
Sue Gardner was her name. She was a long lithe woman and she'd obviously 
been the most experience of the girls in Mrs. Sommer's long ago high school 
class. She was able to talk with confidence about this or that sexual 
practice. She had long slender legs and she was as pretty a girl as any that 
Mrs. Sommer could remember. She was skinny with big tits. It was Sue who 
introduced Mrs. Sommer to anal sex. 

They'd been sitting around in the aftermath of the girls' general 
discussion, and they couldn't figure out what to do. Both of them were 
horny, just from talking. "Why don't we undress?" is what Sue Gardner had 
suggested. "Undress and masturbate in front of each other?" 

"Sure," said Mrs. Sommer, then known as Verna Debber. "Why not?" The 
frenzied discussion before, and of course Sue's familiarity with sex, had 
made anything seem alright. She spread herself out nude on a bed with Sue. 
They were both naked and jerking themselves off. After a little while, Verna 
Debber Sommer had a hard little clit. She gasped. Then she felt Sue's hands 
on her thigh. She felt the other girl feeling her up. At first she was 
reluctant, but Sue convinced her that it would be alright. 

After a while Sue Gardner asked Verna to roll over. She did and she felt 
Sue's smooth hands touring her buttocks. She knew just how to make her feel 
good. She could ply the sphincter gently, and work her tongue up and down 
just the way it should be done. "I don't know," said Verna. "It's pretty 
hot. I don't know. It's awfully ... " She couldn't say any more. Sue Gardner 
had stuffed a long something or other-a pencil, a stick, a dildo-she 
couldn't tell or remember-up her ass-hole. She wailed at first, but then 
when it was over she said that it was the best fucking she'd ever had. She'd 
come all over the sheets. She returned the favor to Sue, whose ass was 
smaller than hers. But Miss Gardner loved every minute of it, wailing and 
moaning about how at last she'd found someone she could trust. "Oh, yes," 
she moaned as Verna plugged her ass-hole with the device. "Yes, and I love 
doing it to you, too." That had been the first time for Mrs. Sommer. 

"Oh, God," she cried now, many years later, "I don't know what it is Curt, 
but it hurts." His ramrod powerhouse joint was screwing her to the bed. Her 
titties were crushed under his terrific weight. He pressed his body down 
tight against hers and she had little or no room to move it. She could feel 
his hands going for her twat. His fingers were long and deft. He located her 
twat-button, the clit, and rubbed it back and forth. It was slippery and wet 
and hot, ready for all the action that Curt Wilson wanted to give it. She 
rolled her hips, somewhat to avoid the pain of his huge meat in her rump, 
somewhat because she loved the pleasure in her twat, the rubbing on her 
clit. "Ooooh, God," she moaned, beginning to gush. "It's getting good again. 
That old familiar feel is coming back. I just love it, Curt. I love it." 

"Sure you do, Mrs. Sommer. You love it because you're a fucked up broad who 
don't know anything about love. And that's fine with me because I'd rather 
fuck an ass-hole any day. I like fucking butts. They're tighter and greasier 
than pussies. What could be nicer?" He jammed down deep and enjoyed the 
woman's long tubular press around his dick. He could feel her involuntarily 
contracting ass-hole tube taking care to milk his joint toward ecstasy. Any 
minute now, he knew, she would climax around his prick and fingers. She 
would be blasting off, deep into ecstasy. "Get ready," he said. "Are you 
ready?" 

"Please," she begged. "Do it to me. Fuck me hard now." She was beside 
herself with the full fury of anal passion. She was going to come from her 
twat, but it would be because there was a penis in her ass-hole. That was 
what turned her on, fucked up or not. It was the feel of the massive cock 
tearing her butt-hole that made her feel loved. It might have been hard for 
some women, but for her it was the kind of a thrill that she craved. If she 
didn't get a butt fuck once a week-no, once a day-she had to stuff something 
else up there, a dildo, a pencil, a carrot, it didn't matter what, just so 
long as it was big and fat and juicy. She loved butt-fucking, and there were 
no two ways about it. Some of it, of course, was the pain in her body that 
made her feel that much hotter. 

"Oh, yeah," said Curt Wilson, feeling Mrs. Sommer's butt begin to sweat. 
"It's gonna be a good one." He jammed hard and let his meat twitch out sperm 
juice. "There you go, honey. All the hot come you can possibly use. Eh?" 

She rolled up on his hog in order to get all the come in her anal cavity. It 
was the final thrust of his huge joint penetrating and spraying at the same 
time that sent her off the ladder and into ecstasy. It was a long quick 
climb, one worth the effort. She felt her own gush begin to flow. She could 
feel the ooze in her ass-hole filling her up, flooding her bowels. 

A moment later Curt yanked his rod out of the woman's butt. "There you have 
it," he said, "just the flesh lollypop you been looking for." She rolled 
over, as was her habit at such times as this, and still orgasmic, pulled his 
filth covered rod into her face. She let him sit on her luscious pendular 
titties so that his rod would be available for her juicy lips. She pulled 
the meat into her face and licked it up and down. She scraped it clean of 
juice with her tongue. She swabbed the head, the base, the shaft, and before 
long, she had managed to rub all of the grease and fecal matter off the 
shaft. His fully developed erection was clean of juice, ready for whatever 
kind of fucking he might next have in mind. 

"That's good," said Curt to Mrs. Sommer. "You do that just right." He was 
ready for yet another suck or fuck. He rolled her back onto her belly. 
"Think you can go it again, honey?" 

"If that's what you want," she said coolly. "Sure. Why not?" 

She slid her butt back and forth and indicated to him that he could use her 
ass again. He leaned down into it and rubbed the underside of his joint to 
and from on her butt cheeks. They were smooth, soft globes, worth of a quick 
rubbing. He made sure to get them coated with some of the juice that flowed 
from her cunt and then he went sliding up and down on her ass crack. From 
there he started down into her tube. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know 
if we can get this thing going again or not." 

She looked over at the clock on the end table. "Well," she said, "you better 
hurry because Stella's gonna be home in twenty minutes. We don't want her to 
find out this way, now, do we?" 

"No," said Curt. "I suppose not. Maybe what we'll do sometime is arrange a 
little orgy for the three of us. Just you and me and Stella. Wouldn't that 
be fun?" 

"I don't know," she said. "We can talk about that later." She reached back 
and took his cock in her hand. "Let me help." She held her ass-hole up to 
where the point of his spongy meat was. She pushed her butt up to the 
straight muscle and managed to get the head of it into her anus. It was the 
same technique she used when she was alone and horny and forced to use the 
dildo. She jammed it in and then rubbed backwards, into Curt's hairy crotch. 
The muscle went down smoothly, thanks to the grease and their will power. It 
was lodged, once again, deep in her bowels. "Now," she said. "Pump now." 

She was still hot from the first flogging in her butt. It was no problem to 
get her going again. He screwed down, forced his meat and his crotch into 
her cheeks, into her ass-hole. The bulging tube enjoyed the feel of his long 
stiff fuck-stick. It was rigid and drilled deep and long. A couple of 
powerful strokes landed Mrs. Sommer on her belly. She didn't have any way of 
resisting the terrible stroking power that Curt was lending to this new anal 
screw. Before long her anal cavity was so filled with meat and desire that 
she could only pull up and rub her butt harder and faster against his cock. 
It gave her great thrill to feel the fat meat begin to twitch inside her 
body. She knew his orgasm would be quick and the load of jism comparatively 
small when considered against the first shot, but nonetheless, she was 
looking forward to it. Before she could say how much she loved it, he was 
shooting off. It was that quick. 

The spurting come triggered her own new climax, an even larger one than the 
time before. The gush in her cunt filled Curt's rubbing palm. She juiced all 
over his hand and down between her smooth, comely legs. Her thighs shook 
with excess sexual energy. 

"Yeah," said Curt, "I can feel you coming, too." 

"It's good," she told him. "It's so damn fucking good. I love you for this." 


He rubbed his spurting organ back and forth. His rear entry was the second 
successful one of the day. He could feel her long sexy ass muscles milking 
him for every last drop of come. That was the best part of this kind of fuck 
for Curt. He always got every drop of jism pulled out of his stem and nuts. 
It was like someone had put his balls and dick in a milking device, into a 
vacuum that cleaned him right out. "Yeah, baby," he said, "you're doing just 
fine." 

When he was through, he pulled his meat out of her ass-hole. His joint was 
quickly shrinking back to normal size. "Come on," he said, "suck it off 
before it's too late." She lifted her face and saw what he meant. Even in 
her exhausted state of orgasmic fatigue, she reached around and arranged 
herself around his giant rod. She stuffed the head into her face and swabbed 
it clean. A few strokes later and she'd washed his entire prick and ass-hole 
with her tongue. "There you go," she said, watching his phallus droop back 
to normal. "You get yourself two holes in one, eh?" 

Curt gave one of his rarely sincere smiles. "I sure did, Mrs. Sommer. I sure 
as hell did." He dressed quickly, without taking a shower, because Stella 
would be coming home very soon. Neither Curt nor Mrs. Sommer wanted young 
Stella to know-at least not yet-that Curt was fucking both mother and 
daughter. 

V 

"Come on. honey," said Curt. "Grease it up." He was watching Stella prepare 
herself for an anal fuck. It had been a couple of days since they'd seen 
each other. Curt hadn't been able to get time alone with Mrs. Sommer, but, 
finally, he'd landed a date with Stella. "Hurry," he said, "we haven't got 
all day." 

"Take it easy," said Stella. She stood in front of her mother's bedroom 
mirror. "Mom won't be home for hours. We got all the time we need." Her long 
smooth titties, her trim hips, her smooth legs-it was all too much for Curt 
to resist. He jumped off the side of the bed and grabbed her from behind. 
The tube of grease that Stella was holding in her hand slid to the floor. 
But on her breasts she had Curt's grabbing fingers, and around her belly, 
his long, strong arm. He rubbed his erect dick back and forth against her 
fanny. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "you are hot, today, eh?" 

"You know it," said Curt, "I can't wait." She rolled up and down, still 
standing, so as to give his long, wet phallus a good rubbing. He could feel 
her trim cheeks sliding along on the underside of his hot cock. "Good, baby, 
really good." His joint was working slowly but surely into the space between 
her luscious cheeks. "This is going to be a first class fuck, honey. Just 
the kind of love-making you go for." 

She blushed and watched, both in the mirror in front of her, and down on her 
chest, his hand working at her pendular breast. He picked out her nipple and 
pinched it lightly, rubbed across it with his palm and then grabbed and 
bunched up the flesh of her titty in his strong hand. "Oh, God," she moaned, 
"that's so nice." She watched his other hand work between her legs. She 
spread so that her beaver would be completely available for stimulation. He 
spread the lips, worked up to the clit, and rubbed it with his long middle 
digit. His finger worked in and out of the friendly vagina. "Ooh, yeah, 
that's right," she told him. "That's exactly the way to get me started." 

"I figured you might like that," whispered Curt. He kissed the soft nape of 
Stella's neck. He rubbed his tongue along the backs of her ears and then 
into the ear canal itself. He rubbed his face back and forth along her 
cheek. Finally, he turned her around in his arms and pushed his mouth 
against hers. He kissed her long and hard, eating everything there was to 
have. Her tongue rubbed up against his, deep in his mouth, and he gave her 
back much of his own mouth muscle. 

His hands wandered down to her ass cheeks. The smooth buttocks were as soft 
and heated as ever. He filled her crack with a long drive of his finger. He 
landed, naturally, with a smooth shot to her bunghole. The tip of his finger 
drove the thrust home. He drilled her anus. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted, lunging 
forward into his crotch muscle. "That's hard." 

"Which?" he asked. "My finger? My cock? Your butt? What's hard?" 

"Everything," she said, reaching between their two bodies. "Everything." She 
grabbed his greasy cock. It had been rubbing between her vaginal lips and 
was coated with slippery ooze. She jammed the head into her clitoris for a 
quick little rubbing. "M-mm," she said, holding his tool in place against 
the sensitive sex knob. "That's just right." 

"Yeah," he said, "just a little more of this, and you'll be already for a 
proper fuck in your rump." 

"Yeah," she said, reaching around with one hand to his butt. "And I won't 
mind eating out your ass-hole, either." She rubbed two fingers up and down 
his crotch crack. She worked one digit to the entrance to his bunghole. 
"Maybe you'd like a little rubbing yourself?" 

"A little, but not hard," he said. She slid her finger into the entrance to 
his bunghole. Before long, she was needling his anus muscle. She pulled out 
when he told her it was too much. She let go of his cock, up front, and 
reached with both hands for his ass cheeks. She spread them and told him she 
had to get her tongue up there. She wanted to ream him. 

He turned and took her by the wrists. "Over here," he said. "One the bed." 
He sprawled out across the bed with his butt up. She saw now how neat and 
shiny his ass-hole was. She arranged herself between the backs of his legs 
and slid her tongue into his hole. She was sure to lick the canal between 
his ass cheeks first. But from there, she thought nothing of diving into his 
butt. It wasn't the same as with Brandon, her former high school friend. She 
regarded Curt to be a man, an adult, and it made the anal play that much 
more enjoyable. She worked her tongue up and down his ass crack and then 
concentrated just on the shit tube itself. She used her tongue like a snake. 
She wormed in and out of his gyrating pelvis from the rear. She worked her 
mouth muscle down deep, and before long she was giving him the first class 
ream that would make them both very happy. She had her tongue drilled all 
the way into his butt, and he began to groan: "Oh, baby, yes, that's 
terrific. Keep that up. I love it." 

She did keep it up. She wormed around with her tongue in his ass-hole for 
nearly ten minutes. It was the longest ream out she could ever remember 
giving. It made her a heroine to Curt, too. She did an excellent job, maybe 
even better than Mrs. Sommer. He was pleased with the way she used her 
tongue. She never stopped for very long breaths. She must have been 
breathing through her nose because her wet tongue didn't leave the confines 
of his shit tube for more than a second or two, and even then it was to lap 
at his hairy butt cheeks, or to work around in the narrow groove between 
them. "Honey," he said finally, "that's the best ever." 

Curt turned over and demanded that he have the opportunity to return the 
favor. He had Stella Sommer spread out on the bed with her titties down. The 
backs of her legs were smooth as ice. They were milk-white and slick as 
satin. He rubbed them with his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her loins and 
went lightly up and down her Stella's buttocks with the palms of his hands. 
Before long he had coated her entire backside with tender caresses. It was 
unlike him to be so gentle, but, on the other hand, it was a rare pleasure 
for them both. "O.k., " he said, "now for the wet part." 

"Good," said Stella, "I can hardly wait." She looked back and watched 
handsome Curt spread her ass cheeks. "Can I help?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he said. "You can spread out your butt. That way I'll be able to 
work just on your ass-hole." 

She reached back and used her hands to ply open her ass. The ass-hole was 
ready and open. Her sphincter, though somewhat tight, seemed to wink back at 
Curt. She was smiling with her rump. "Go on," she said, "It's ready." She 
smiled and waited. 

Curt descended. His face filled up the space between her smooth cheeks. His 
tongue drew a long line in the anal crotch. He landed at the tight tap-pered 
entrance. There he circled for a moment, used his tongue to pick out the 
perfect angle for mouth-muscle entry to her ass-hole. His tongue was good 
and wet. He dove in. 

"Mmmmm," hummed young Stella, "now that's what I call a good beginning." 

"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," said Curt. "You just hold on and get 
ready." She held her ass cheeks open. He filled her butt hole with his long 
tongue. It took him two thrusts and he had his fat mouth muscle inside her 
shit tube where he washed it out. He repeated the heavy licking and made 
sure that he didn't miss anything that was available for licking. 
Simultaneously, since he didn't have to hold her butt open because she was 
doing that with her hands, he reached under her pelvis and landed a finger 
in her open wet twat. The lips spread instantly and he filled her vaginal 
canal in the same, energetic fashion that he worked on her ass-hole. 

"Oooh, God," she cried out. "That's perfect." He worked his tongue into her 
butt, and with his finger he located her clitoris. He gave it a long finger 
swabbing and then took to jamming his digit in and out of her pussy. He 
finger fucked her and reamed her severely for several long strokes. Then he 
pulled his digit out of her twat, his tongue out of her butt, and he said, 
"I think you're good and ready, Stella, baby. Good and wet and ready." 

"Let me suck you for a minute, first," she told him. "I want to eat your 
cock and make sure it's all wet." 

"How can a man-say no?" He smiled and rolled over for her. She spread his 
legs with her tender fingers and open palms. Before long she had the head of 
his meat in her mouth. She worked her tongue up and down the shaft of his 
joint. It was thick, her tongue was, but not so thick and muscular as his 
prick. She had trouble getting it all wet in a couple of strokes, so she 
went back to coil her tongue around the base. She filled his nut nest with 
lots of wet saliva and went streaking, gliding her tongue up to the head. 
She swabbed the sensitive joint tip and then went in for swallowing the 
entire meat into her face. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "are you getting a little 
hot?" 

"You bet I am, baby. You're doing a first class job. Just keep it up and 
you'll be getting the fuck of your life." He pushed his hips up, and of 
course his rod followed the motion. He landed deep in her throat. 
"Uuuuuuhh," she gagged slightly, but then she reached around the base of his 
meat, adjusted the angle, and had herself exactly the position she wanted. 
She could suck and lick his entire hog with no strain. 

She used her tongue especially, in this position, inside her mouth to caress 
any of all parts of his meat. She could rub the head, the slippery shaft, 
the base, and she could do it well. Before long, she felt him banging his 
muscle in and out of her face. She opened her eyes and watched his hairy 
belly sway to and from while his joint rubbed between her lips. "Mmmmmm," 
she hummed to add spice to the sucking, "goooooood." 

"You're telling me," said Curt. "O.k., it's time." He pulled his joint from 
between Stella's smacking lips. He rubbed the head especially against her 
juicy oral orifice, and then pulled away all together. "On your belly, 
honey. Time for the big anal bang." 

She rolled onto her stomach. Her legs were spread wide. He caressed the 
smooth backsides. The flesh was like silk. Chills spread out everywhere. He 
could see the seething fever in her crotch. She leaked down on the bed and 
her ass was wide open. "Pull 'em apart more," he told her. She took a good 
grip on her buttocks and held her anus vulnerable. "There," he said. "Now." 

Curt Wilson lifted his crotch muscle into the anal orifice. He aimed and 
thrust forward. 

"Oooh, God," cried out Stella, "that's so fucking fast." 

"Yeah," said Curt. "Just to get in, eh?" 

"Sure," she said, turning crimson with pain and lust at the same time. 
"Sure, Just to get in fast." Fortunately her ass-hole was well lubricated or 
she would have passed out. 

"Just one more push," said Curt, "and you'll have enough bone in there to 
last you for a good long time." He rolled his muscle down the shit corridor. 
The slippery tight alley was filled with erect penis. "Mmmmm," he sighed, 
"just right." Once he was securely in place, he began to roll his hips from 
side to side. He plied her sphincter open and closed with the thickest 
portion of his mighty jumbo sized phallus. 

He was able to widen the corridor beyond either of their wildest 
expectations. 

"Oh, God, yes," begged Mrs. Sommer's daughter. "Give it to me hard!! " She 
reached around and rubbed the sides of his strong thighs. Before long she 
was rolling in her own juice. She gushed from her cunt. Curt reached down to 
get a feel and a taste and she was nothing but clit saliva. He rubbed his 
fingers in her cunt while he pushed his cock deeper into her ass-hole. 
"Yeah," he said, "you are just gonna love me forever." He stabbed her harder 
and harder, until his own crotch was flush with her buttocks. There was no 
space between their two sweating, gyrating, revolving, stimulated bodies. It 
was one hot anal fuck. 

"Keerist!" she wailed. "It's too fucking much." 

"Never," said Curt. 

"Go easy," she begged, suddenly regretful of the long erect penis stuffed 
into her butt. "Go easy! Please!! " 

He pulled on her clit. "Why easy, babe? This is the way you really dig it, 
no?" He didn't wait for her answer. He reached one hand up to her titties 
and grabbed himself a quick feel of her pendular mammaries. He stroked 
across the erect and upright nipples. They were hard as cherry pits and 
twice as red. He eased his hand up around her neck, like a wrestling hold 
and forced her to bend forward. Her ass-hole opened up wider. "Now, that's 
the way." He jammed in deep, up into her bowels. The head of his cock tasted 
shit. "Good and soft," he sighed in her ear. "Just right." He rode her like 
a jockey would a horse, down low, close, ready to whip her into a quick 
gallop when ever he wanted. He used his other hand, around her waist, to 
deal with her clitoris. And he used his cock like a professional swordsman. 
He sliced her up, and still she wanted, though she wouldn't admit it, more. 

"Oooh, God," she cried. "It's getting bigger even. Bigger than ever." 

"Yeah," he agreed. "Of course, I love a good tight ass-hole. Turns me on and 
makes me harder and bigger. Sometimes I just keep growing, little darling. 
like a flower blooming in spring." He stuffed her up good, plugged her anus 
like it was a wine bottle and his meat was cork. He rubbed hard and long 
strokes up and out and up again, in her butt fucked ass twat. "Good," he 
said when she began to contract inside. "Really good." 

"Shit," she cried. 

But Curt couldn't hear her, didn't want to, wouldn't have cared if he did. 
He was on his way to a splendid orgasm. Stella would have to live with the 
pain-if pain it was-for another few minutes. He rubbed his meaty pecker back 
and forth and soon began to throb. "Mmmm," he said, "now you're gonna get 
the full treatment." He pulled her up by the chest so that she was on her 
knees with his cock up her butt. "Uuuuuuuuhh," she groaned, "it's too 
stiff." His meat was bent upwards. Her iris sphincter muscle squeezed and 
constricted around the shaft of his joint. He kept her up by holding onto 
her chest with one hand, onto her belly with the other. He had her titties 
available for squeezing and rubbing, her cunt free for fucking with his 
finger, and her ass-hole, of course, was filled with his long hot beef 
steak. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "now isn't that nice?" 

Stella nearly passed out. She'd never had so much hot cock in her butt. It 
was like having a fiery branding iron shoved up her ass-hole. She like the 
feel of the pleasure in her twat, and she had to admit about enjoying a good 
butt fuck. But this was something else. It was a flesh nail fucking her up 
so hard that she couldn't figure out how she felt. But suddenly, she burst 
into ecstasy. Her cunt was gushing out juice like there was no tomorrow. 

"See," said Curt, noting her climax and the consequent chills, "didn't I 
tell you this was gonna be good." He let her shaking orgasmic body down onto 
the bed. Her titties wobbled into place under her chest, and her belly 
rolled. Long muscles in her tube contracted around his fiery joint. His rod 
was being milked and they both loved every minute of this final stage of the 
anal fuck. Her anal cavity was being flooded with his jism. 

"Shit," she moaned. "It's so good now. It hurt before, but it's great now. I 
mean I really do love it. You should go hard." 

Curt just continued to twitch and spurt. His hot semen juice went rolling 
down her ass-hole and filled up her flesh cave, the flesh cave in her butt, 
that is. And he could feel her contracting ass-hole muscles begin to loosen. 
She was spending her orgasmic energy quickly on his hog and fingers and 
hands. "Nice," he said. "You're all juice and that's very, very nice." 

This time when Stella Sommer crawled forward to get off of Curt's hog, he 
let her go. He watched her wobble away. Her ass-hole was dripping juice as 
she went. She lay back and gasped to catch her breath. Her titties drooped 
to one side on her smooth, blushing chest. She was covered with perspiration 
and her pretty face was blank except for the expression of utter amazement 
at the anal orgasm she'd felt. "I can't," she said taking a deep breath, "I 
can't fucking believe it." 

"Maybe," said Curt, "you'll believe it after you clean off my cock." 

She crawled reluctantly, slowly down between his legs. It wasn't that she 
minded licking him off, it was just that she was tired. She rolled her 
tongue up to his coated muscle. She scraped off the jism and juice with a 
couple of lazy strokes. 

"No, baby," said Curt. "You really got to get into it a little more. 
Understand? You got to do it with a little more energy." He pulled her face 
open with both hands and jammed his rod down her throat. She didn't have 
time to gag. He closed her mouth and rubbed his phallus in and out of her 
face. The meaty spongy head was licked first. Then the rod portion, the 
stem, and finally the base were all covered be Stella's long wet talented 
tongue. Before long she was very much into the clean-up exercise. She had 
begun to feel a bit lusty again, just from the feel of the shiny organ in 
her wet lips and mouth. "Mmmmm," she hummed to him. "You know what?" She 
held his joint alongside her face. 

"No what?" 

"If my mother wasn't coming home soon, I'd be glad to do this again." She 
smiled and sucked the head of his rod down her face. She used her lips to 
seal the bargain. She used her hands to work on his buttocks. She scraped 
around between his hairy ass cheeks and then she plunged one finger into his 
bunghole. 

"Go easy," said the man who had just filled her butt with hot cock. "Go real 
easy." 

She had him turn around and then she filled up his anus with her tongue. She 
licked out the space between his hairy buttocks. She liked the feel of his 
cheeks pressing against her mouth muscle so she used her hands to rub his 
ass loaves back and forth along her tongue. Then she went down deep into his 
ass-hole to give him a long, healthy wet ream. Her tongue worked like some 
smooth, slippery snake. She routed his ass-hole with tongue and saliva. A 
few minutes later, Curt was working his ass back and forth in ecstasy. 

"You want to come in me?" she asked him. "Just for a change of pace? In my 
cunt?" 

She showed him her pussy and he couldn't refuse her. He spread her out on 
her back and used his mighty slippery sword to cut up her tube. He jammed it 
in and spread her out. He used his big muscle to fuck the shit out of her 
twat. He pounded and pumped long and hard. Before either of them knew what 
had happened, he was jerking off in her hot box. "My little piece of ass," 
he said, "just right." 

She rolled her legs upwards around his face and had him nail her down on her 
spine. His penis penetrated deep within the walls of her cunt. Her soft, 
satin vagina squeezed on his flesh. "Oooh, yeah," he said, "that's perfect. 
Don't stop. Rub harder. 

She worked her muscles up and down the length of his rod. She made sure that 
he didn't go away unsatisfied. Her pussy sucked the come right out from 
under him. She filled herself up with yet another load of his hot sperm 
juice, this time in her pussy instead of her ass-hole. 

Afterwards, when he'd pulled his prick from her body and showed it to her, 
she looked closely at it, inspected the greasy hog. "Nice," she said. "Nice 
and wet and juicy." She went down on it, licking it with her tongue and 
rubbing it with her lips. 

A few minutes later she'd cleaned the entire joint. "I don't know about 
you," Curt Wilson to Stella. "Sometimes you're as hot as a pig in heat. And 
then other times you wail like a baby. What is it?" 

"I don't know," said Stella. "Maybe it's the way you treat me. Sometimes you 
get it to me just right, up my ass-hole the way I like it, and other times 
you just jam it in there and shoot off. I like it always, but sometimes it's 
just too hard or something. I don't know either, to tell you the truth." 

"Uh-oh," said Curt. "I better get the fuck out of here." He raced with his 
clothes to the back door and outside while Stella cleaned up her mother's 
bedroom. It would do no good, she thought, to have her mother know about 
this anal fucking she was involved with. She smiled to herself, thinking 
about her big anal secret. She didn't know that Curt was fucking her mother 
up the ass as well. 

VI 

The following Monday afternoon the phone rang twice in a row at the Sommer 
household. Both times Mrs. Sommer answered. The first call was from a man 
that Stella knew as her Uncle Jack. Mrs. Sommer accepted Uncle Jack's 
invitation to dinner. The second call was from Curt Wilson to whom Mrs. 
Sommer casually declined an invitation to the movies. She quietly suggested, 
however, that Curt call back and make a similar inquiry of her daughter. 
Then she hung up and rushed about the house cleaning up so that Jack would 
be impressed with the house and how neat it was. 

A short while later, Jack Stawder showed up. He was wearing a business suit 
and tie. He had the look of a man experienced in worldly affairs and yet he 
appeared younger than his age. He was a boisterous fellow, a true "uncle" 
type. He had keen dark eyes that seemed to catch the important events in any 
conversation or activity, and he looked strong and muscular even under his 
suit. 

Stella had known him as Uncle Jack because long before, when she was 
pre-pubescent, Jack Stawder had paid not a few visits to the house, mostly 
in the interest of balling Stella's mother. Although the younger woman 
suspected as much, and now especially as she inspected his leer and grin and 
manner, she never did know for sure. But when Jack Stawder commented on "how 
mature" Stella had become, the younger woman's opinion was quickly 
confirmed. She watched her mother, dressed to the hilt in an evening gown 
and high heels, traipse out of the house with Jack. 

The older couple went out for drinks and dinner, and fifteen minutes after 
dessert landed themselves an expensive hotel room in the west part of the 
city. They checked in under their real names-no fear of anything since they 
were both consenting adults and spread themselves out naked in the cozy 
plush room. 

"It's been a longtime," said Verna Sommer, rubbing her thighs lightly as 
Jack approached on hands and knees. He crawled up between her smooth legs 
and said: "Yes, but not so long that I've forgotten how nice you are, 
Verna." He raised one eyebrow and reached under her neck to hold her head. 
He pushed his mouth into hers and French kissed his secret lover for the 
first time in twelve years. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned, kissing him back madly. "Such a long time." She 
pushed her smooth titties up into his hairy chest and rolled her torso 
against his. "So smooth," she said. "So soft and pretty." 

"Yes," he said. "I wonder if you'd remember what I'd said." He pushed his 
cock along her inner leg. It ,vas a long, slippery slide on soft tender 
flesh. His penis head arrived near her dark bush. She wrapped her hands 
around his back and pulled him close between her legs. She reached down and 
fumbled with his prick. Then she located him exactly right, between the 
heavenly lips of her vagina. His cock head rubbed nicely against her 
clitoris. It was a smooth and slippery feel for them both. 

"You know," he said, his dick penetrating into the remote canyon of her 
cunt, "I remember a lot of special sex with you, darling." 

"You do?" 

"How could I forget?" he said. He slipped his rod in and out of her 
sweltering orifice. Soon his meat was at full mast, not just a mild 
erection, a jumbo, greasy one, covered with clit juice, ready to fuck wood 
if necessary. She rolled her hips and his cock was sliding in and out of her 
pussy. "You know," he said, "I wouldn't mind doing it that way again 
sometime." 

"What about now?" she asked softly. "Could you like it that way now?" 

To answer her question he leaned down between her large pendular mammaries. 
There he spread his tongue out and swabbed the lovely smooth flesh. He 
rubbed his splayed mouth organ back and forth across the tips of her 
nipples. Soon she was blushing and aroused. "Now," she said, "you should 
start now." Verna Sommer worked her body out from under Jack's. She spread 
her legs and went up high on her hands and knees. 

Jack stood up between her legs and inspected the crotch in her butt. It was 
as smooth as ever. He rubbed one finger up and down the crease. Before Verna 
could say anything, he had his tongue gouging in her ass-hole. Then he went 
sliding up and down the ass crack eating everything in sight. Before long he 
was rubbing his tongue in and out of her anal orifice and coating her 
buttocks with slippery saliva. 

"Oh, God," she moaned, "you remembered just how I like it. It's perfect." He 
was rubbing his tongue into her butt hole and loving every minute of it. He 
could feel the desire build in her ass-hole. The more he licked, the more 
she rolled her hips and pelvis. The more he sucked out her anus, the hotter 
she became. He reached around and dug a finger into the space where his cock 
had been, between her vaginal lips, up against her clitoris. He rubbed the 
soft but erect and slippery muscle. He tweaked it with two fingers. He kept 
his tongue drilled and stuck in her wetted ass-hole all the time. 

"Oh, shit," she moaned, "let me lick you up and get you in." She pulled her 
butt out of his face and climbed down to his erect cock. He lay on his back 
while she tongued his cock this way and that. The meat was a solid tower of 
flesh, reading for any bending or licking she might give it. She wrapped her 
tongue and lips around the side of the shaft and before he could even 
suggest it, she had most of his hog in her face. She rolled her head, 
without his hands for guidance, up and down and around on the spongy, 
hearth-shaped head of his meat. She squatted her mouth over the surface of 
the meat and gave him one of the best lickings she could ever get. "Mmmmm," 
she smiled, "nice. Very nice." She held the boner next to her face. "Don't 
you go and shoot off now, until you get that thing in my butt, that is." 

He smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it," he told her. "I like getting sucked, but 
stuffing your bunghole was always the best. I intend to do so tonight." He 
smiled again and she went down whole hog on his meat. 

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, sending tiny vibrations into his bone. "Goooood." She 
used her tongue to slide up and down his joint. Her face pressed into the 
nuggets of flesh below while she worked on the underside of the shaft. Her 
spread wet tongue was just the thing he needed to be properly lubricated. 
Soon he was as erect and wet as could be. His meat shined with the work 
she'd done on it. "O.k., " she said, "it looks to me like you might be able 
to work that stick into me. What do you think?" 

"I think you're right, lovely Verna. I think you're absolutely right." He 
reached down to her face and pulled her up along his body. Her long soft 
titties went rubbing on the slippery sides of his stem. His meat was thick 
enough, and her titties wide and hot enough, that it was a good tight fit 
for them both. He rubbed her body up and down along his joint in preparation 
for the anal fuck. Soon she arrived at his face and kissed him long and hard 
with her tongue. Her cunt, meanwhile, was rubbing up and down along the 
length of his middle leg. "Good," he said. "I think we better start." 

She rolled off of him. "Flat or on my hands and knees." 

"The old way," he said simply. "Do you remember the old way?" 

"Of course, darling," she told Jack. "I'd never forget that." She dismounted 
the bed and spread her legs along the side. She leaned forward so that her 
hands held onto the edge of the mattress. He came around behind her. He 
straddled her butt from inside, standing, riding his cock along the smooth 
surface of her ass cheeks. 

"It feels good already," she told him, wiggling her butt. Her ass, to Jack's 
way of thinking, hadn't changed much. She was a little heavier, perhaps a 
little spread out, but she was still shapely, comely, soft, and so easy to 
enter. He slid his dick to the entrance of her ass-hole. "Are you ready 
darling?" he asked. 

"Yes, Jack," she said softly. "Oh, yes." 

He pushed forward. The spongy point of his meat cleared the sphincter in one 
thrust. The next lunge landed his dick inside her shit tube. The thing 
spread to accomodate him. He could feel long tight muscles going directly to 
work. One squeezed at the base of his meat; another, longer, worked on the 
head and stem. She had excellent control. It felt like a slippery gloved 
hand was kneading and milking his joint from all sides. He could feel her 
squeeze. 

"God," she told him. "I love it like this." She rocked her hips. His prick 
slid and bent from side to side. The head of his meat received the brunt of 
the stimulation, but at no cost to the great massage going on around his 
thick stem. "You still do it the best ever," he told her. "It's always good 
with you." He slammed down hard as she weaved upwards and his crotch was 
flush with her ass. Her cheeks opened, almost with no effort, and he slid in 
yet another important inch. "There," he said. "That's the old position." 

"Oh! God! Yes!" she moaned. "That's it, alright. That's exactly it." She 
removed one hand from the edge of the bed and reached back between her legs 
up around the space where his dick hid out in her ass-hole. She took hold of 
his nut nest and rolled his balls with her fingers. The muscles in her 
ass-hole, and her swaying hips, took care of his cock. "Yes," he grunted, 
"that's perfect." 

A moment later he fired semen juice up her ass-hole. His twitching muscle 
pulsed out come, deep into her anal cavity, more of it and further than she 
suspected he could. "It's as good as ever," she exclaimed. "Better even." 
She kept her hands on his balls and played with them as he came in her rump. 
"I like this more and more all the time," she told him. "Do you mind my 
telling you that?" 

"No," he said. "I think it's rather sexy, in fact. I'm glad to meet a woman 
who's as open with herself as she was twelve years ago, Verna. You haven't 
changed a bit." He yanked his cock out of her ass pussy. "Look at that," he 
said. "I'm still stiff as a rock." 

"Good," said Verna Sommer. "I know just what to do with that. Don't sit 
down." She rolled down onto her knees. She sat between his legs and took his 
cock in her hands. She shoved the meat between her lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed 
to him, "this is going to be nice." She licked the spent juice off his 
joint. She spread her tongue out across the head of his dick, and she licked 
down the sides, too. From there she went to the base. She cleaned it of all 
excess slime and juice and possible fecal matter. Then she swallowed hard 
and went to his nuts. She kissed his baggy scrotum and told him to turn 
around. She licked out his bunghole and spread his buttocks with her hands 
so that she could pay special attention to his ass groove. From there she 
went to his cheeks and kissed and licked them. A moment later he had turned 
around and told her that he still loved her. She blushed and continued 
licking him, on his joint, on his legs, on his thighs and around his balls. 

He didn't bother having her spread out on the bed again. He pushed her down 
on her back and then rolled her over on her belly. He reached under her 
chest and cupped her titties with both hands. With kneading fingers he 
rubbed her titties into passionate arousal. With his dick hidden in the 
folds of her ass, he massaged her anal crotch. Without even thinking about 
it, he managed to slide back into her anal track, down the tube, and into 
her shit cavity. She massaged back with long muscles, but this fuck was 
primarily his doing, for her benefit. He jammed hard, stabbed her rump 
muscles with everything he had. 

"Oooooh, God, yes!" she wailed, clutching the carpet. "Stick me good, honey. 
Stick me really hard and fast." He jammed harder and longer than he thought 
he would have to. He went deeper than he thought any anus could be. He 
rubbed his meaty muscle back for forth, being sure to massage her clenched 
sphincter muscle. Soon her was close to orgasm. "How are you doing darling?" 
he asked. "Soon?" 

"Yes," she said plaintively, stretched out on the floor. Her spread eagle 
position gave him access to every part of her body. He used his hands to rub 
her titties, his fingers to rub her crotch-in particular, her clitoris-his 
dick to rub her ass-hole. "Good," he said. "You just let me know when, eh?" 

She rolled her tight buttocks up against the sides of his shaft. She could 
feel how deeply he penetrated this way. She humped backwards and took in 
another portion of his cock. She reached down and placed his fingers more 
accurately around her clitoris. "Now," she told him finally. "Rub hard now!" 


He jammed her clit and her butt with matching rhythms. His cock slid in, his 
fingers slid across her clit. He pulsed his jism, his second load, down the 
corridor of anal flesh, and then he pulled his dick back and thrust in 
again. 

"Uuuuuuuhhh," she grunted, "that's so fucking good!" She humped against his 
crotch and rubbed the inside of her ass-hole tube against his long dick, 
making sure, as she did, that she got the most of his jism in her anal 
cavity. She could feel the stuff spill out over the edge of her body, out 
her rear orifice and down between her legs. She loved the feel of that slimy 
stuff and his rubbing meat in her butt tube. Nothing could have made her 
feel better. 

Jack pulled his crotch muscle out of her ass-hole. "Was it as good as ever?" 
he asked her. 

"Better," she said. "Jack, you're wonderful to me. Absolutely divine." She 
smiled and looked down at his big hog. "Another licking? Just to be sure?" 
Without waiting for his answer, which, of course, would have been in the 
affirmative, she dove for his greasy cock muscle and sucked it up into her 
face. She licked it clean with five or six accurate strokes and swabs from 
her tongue. 

"You're as good as ever, darling," he told her as she licked his meat and 
nuts. "Better even." 

She looked up smiling. They lay back down in the hotel bed. They shared 
stories about what they'd each been doing for twelve years, and how Jack had 
traveled considerably, about what had happened in the long separation and 
about some of the old times. They reminisced and carried on as lovers do 
until Jack had another hard-on. He stuffed her again that night, and then in 
the morning, too. It was quite a meeting, some sort of anal reunion. 

VII 

While Uncle Jack and Mrs. Sommer were busy at the hotel that night, Stella 
was sitting home alone. She didn't know quite what to do with herself. She'd 
been feeling a bit horny for a couple of days and she couldn't figure out 
why Curt Wilson hadn't called. It had been sometime, now, since she'd 
enjoyed his hot beef in her bunghole. 

She tried to reach him by phone at a bar where he was known to hang out. But 
she had no luck. She ended up pacing the living room floor wondering how to 
make herself happy. She had tremendous feelings of anal desire, but she had 
no idea how to go best about the job of satisfying them. Finally, she went 
to her mother's room where, ever since she could remember, she knew there 
was a dildo. 

She searched here and there in the hiding places she'd seen it before. And 
she found it stuffed under the mattress. She had a bright and cheery smile 
on her face as she made her way to her own room. She stripped in front of 
the mirror. "You know, Stella," she said to her reflection as she propped up 
her pendular breasts and turned sideways for a profile view, "you have a 
pretty nice body." She turned another quarter of a turn and bent down to get 
a clear view of her ass-hole. "And not a bad butt, either." The smooth 
rounded cheeks curved open and she could see her anus. She winked at herself 
and went to bed. 

There she spread herself out lengthwise. She had her comely thighs open and 
shivering when she used her finger to start up her clit. She rubbed and 
pushed on the wet sex button until it stood erect. Then she stuffed her long 
middle digit up her cunt. She finger-fucked herself for about five or six 
long strokes. And finally, she put one hand under her butt and used a finger 
from that hand to work up and down her anus. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "Maybe 
I'll get off this way." 

She caressed her anus and her wet twat with her fingers. When she needed 
more juice to lubricate her ass-hole and thereby penetrate it better, she 
used some of the clit material from her twat. She spread the greasy stuff 
around on her anus and finger. Then she probed her butt with her finger 
again. This time the digit went sliding easily up her butt tube. "Oh, yeah," 
she moaned, "that's more like it." 

She rolled her hips from side to side on her own finger. Before long she 
could feel the desire building in her crotches, both front and rear. She was 
ready, she was sure, for some titty rubbing. She lifted both hands to her 
long nipples and tugged. She was sure to make herself hot and lusty and 
after a few quick pulls on her breasts, she was ready for more cunt and butt 
fucking. 

She used her fingers again, but this time she went deeper in both orifices. 
She spread out her lovely legs and plied her cunt lips open quickly. They 
were juicy and wet and hot. She ran her finger up and down the spread flesh 
leaves and a moment later felt the ooze running profusely out of her cunt 
hole. "Nice," she said. 

Next she proceeded back to her anus. To do so, she rolled over on her belly. 
Her titties went mashing into the covers and sheets, but that didn't bother 
Stella. It was just one more feel for her turned-on supple body. She rolled 
a hand back to her butt and backhanded a finger into her ass-hole. The digit 
slid neatly down the tube. She pulled the anus muscle right and left and 
around in circles. She probed her own butt the way she'd have imagined a man 
would do it. Simultaneously, of course, she was fiddling with her clitoris 
between her legs. "Oooh, God," she grunted, "it's time. It's time." 

She reached over the side of the bed to the dildo. 

She switched the thing on and greased it up in her cunt. She had to lay 
sideways with one leg up in order to get the electric penis into her twat. 
She pulled it in and out of her greasy pussy, and when there was enough 
juice and goo on it, she rolled onto her belly again and thrust the twirling 
prick end into her ass-hole. "Oooh, God, yes," she groaned aloud. "That's 
just fucking right." She worked the head of the long plastic cock down deep 
in her anus. It wasn't the same, she knew, as having a real cock ram her 
butt, but it was close enough. She worked the egg-beater dick in and out of 
her butt tube. Soon she grew bored with j ust stimulating her ass-hole, so 
she used the dildo alternately on her butt and her cunt. She could use her 
free hand, at the same time, to play with her titties. 

But no matter how high she was getting, sexually speaking, she couldn't get 
going enough to be able to come. She was getting awfully excited, but she 
couldn't come. She tried all sorts of ways to get herself an anal climax. 
She tried running the butt fuck device up her ass-hole while she stood in 
front of the mirror, but that made her feel self-conscious. She tried 
fingering her butt and fucking her wet twat with the dildo, and that didn't 
work. She tried other combinations, too, but somehow, no matter what she 
did, she just couldn't get off with the machine and her fingers. In 
desperate frustration, she tossed the mechanical penis onto the floor and 
rolled over on her belly. She tossed and turned and finally dozed to sleep. 

She slept fitfully for about a half-hour. She dreamt about long cocks being 
shoved up her smooth anal slot. She imagined that a beautiful man was 
stroking her butt with a long, slippery glass rod. He had the rod stuffed up 
her ass-hole and was twirling it. There was some sort of feather on the end 
of the rod and it tickled her. She liked the feel of the rod, but she didn't 
know what to make of the feather. She felt a buzzing, she heard it, she woke 
up. 

It was the front door. Sleepily, she called out, "Just a minute," and put on 
a loose robe. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, would have to come back 
tomorrow. She was in a no-nonsense mood. 

But when Stella opened the door and discovered Curt Wilson standing there in 
a muscle t-shirt and shorts, she could hardly believe her eyes. He winked 
and smiled and said: "Hi ya, baby, how ya doing?" 

She opened her arms and leaped into his ready embrace. She kissed him 
heavily on the mouth and tongued him several times in a row. "Mm," she said 
softly, "that's nice." She pulled him into the house, out of the doorway. 
"Come on," she said, "you got here just in time." 

"I know," said Curt. "There's a great game on the tube. Where's your tv" 
Fortunately for Stella, he was only kidding. A moment later he picked her up 
and carried her to her bedroom. "You're a little more interesting than a 
football game," he told her on the way to the bed. "Hey, what's this?" he 
said, looking down on the floor. He lay her across the bed and picked up the 
familiar dildo. He nearly gave himself away by starting to say "Isn't this 
your mother's?" but he corrected himself and finished off with "Isn't this a 
dildo?" 

"Well, yes," blushed Stella. "It's my mother's thing, and I was just looking 
at it." 

Curt stroked the juice off the rubber blade. "Licking it?" he asked. "Or 
what?" 

She smiled. "With my twat tongue," she said. "Want to see how?" He handed 
her the machine. She switched it on. She spread her legs and inserted the 
thing into her twat without looking. She stared at his cool eyes while she 
injected herself with the twirling artificial pecker. "Just like that," she 
said. "Easy as pie." 

"Hair pie, eh?" He laughed and started undressing while she plied herself 
with the machine. "Save some for the real McCoy," he warned her. "You got to 
be ready and juicy for my dick, you know." He continued to undress as she 
pulled and pushed the thing in and out of her spread vaginal lips. She had 
it up against her clit again, and she was blushing and getting hot fast. 
"Yeah," he said, nude now, "look at that baby go." He took the machine in 
his hand as he sat down on the bed and said: "Here, let me do that." He 
rubbed the pecker deep in her vagina. She squirmed and spread her legs wide. 
He massaged one thigh while he pushed the machine in and out of her crotch 
slot. Before long she was wiggling and begging him to rub her clit with his 
other hand. He did so, and she started gushing. 

"Yeah, honey. Yeah!" He pulled the twat stimulating pecker out of her 
vagina. "Smile," he said simply. 

She rolled over and reached back. She pulled her cheeks open. "Do it, Curt," 
she said. "Do me up right." He knelt between the backs of her legs and used 
his one hand to aid in keeping her ass cheeks spread and his other held the 
powerful imitation penis. He rubbed the device down between her butt folds. 
The flesh juggled and bounced as the tube of motion slid into Stella's body. 
"Hot fucking shit," said Curt. "Now that's what I call a very pretty 
ass-hole." 

"You like it," said Stella, "because you know you can get that fat hog in 
there. That's my bet." 

"Good wager," he said. "You'd have won that one." He took the machine out of 
her ass-hole. "Get ready, honey," he said, reaching one hand down between 
her comely loins. "I'm gonna lube up and then stick your butt." She waved 
her ass to let him know that that was exactly what she wanted. "I been horny 
forever," she said. "Least it seems that way." When he'd spread the grease 
all over his cock he prepared to enter Stella's lovely rear chamber. "Here 
you go," he said. "All set?" 

"All set," she said. She reached around and opened her butt tube up for him. 
He aimed high the first time, and his incomplete pass resulted in a smooth 
slosh along her anal groove. But the second shot was a direct hit, a perfect 
thrust, and it secured his hold in her ass-hole. He had all the territory he 
needed. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "I can feel that thing in me." 

"I should hope so," said Curt. "It is the biggest meat you ever set eyes 
on." She came up on her hands and knees and his dick went in another yard or 
two. Or so it seemed to them both. He rubbed around and tore up her 
sphincter for a while. He bent his joint back and forth so that he would be 
sure to be giving her the proper screwing in her ass-hole, the kind of 
action that she suspected he could give her if he tried. "Go on," she said, 
"I'm not afraid for you to go hard, anymore. You can do it as hard as you 
want." 

"What's got you going so hot today?" he asked. "You're better than ever!" 

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe just that it's been so long." He reached 
around and grabbed her cunt. He rubbed the bristly wet hair. It was actually 
soft and fury, like wet mink. He rubbed a finger up into her wet flesh. 
There was lots of juice and it made his finger slide in and out even if he 
wasn't intending it. He rubbed at the soft, slippery lips around her cave, 
and then he went in for a feel at the source of the fresh ooze. He found her 
channel narrow and wet and damp and willing. She contracted even around his 
bony finger. She worked her muscles from her cunt as though it were an 
effortless child's piano exercise. Up and down his hand rolled her twat 
muscles. He used his digit to feel around in the nooks and cranies of her 
tube. Before long he had found her erect clitoris on the ceiling of her wet 
fleshy twat. He rubbed it and stroked several times in a row. Soon she was 
juicing even faster, and rubbing her hips back and forth along his butt 
planted cock in a quick paced jerk motion. "Mmmmmm," she said, "don't stop." 
He had no intentions of stopping. He wanted to be sure to go all the way 
with her, in one long, stiff stroke action. He kept rubbing her clit all the 
time that he had his wet rigid joint buried in her rump, between her ass 
cheeks, deep in her anal cavity. 

"Uuuuuuhh," she sounded out grinding around in circles on his ass fucking 
cock, "that's so fucking nice." He reached up with his free hand and grabbed 
at her pendular nipples and titties. Before he'd finished stroking her 
nipples and titties, she was blushing all over her body. She was rolling 
right and left and jerking up and down. His cock was going for a long 
squeeze, too, with the muscles of her butt working over time to give him a 
good tight feel and roll. "Wow," he creamed to himself, "she's hot tonight." 


She jerked backwards and scooped for her anus another precious inch of hot 
cock meat. She pulled his long flesh nail down deep in her anal crotch. An 
objective observer would be hard put to say who was fucking who. She was 
doing most of the work on his dick with her ass-hole, and he was doing most 
of the work on the front of her body with his hands. They were both 
breathless, sweaty and excited as the fucking proceeded. 

Soon Stella began to stammer and gasp. "It's growing," she said. "I can feel 
it growing." 

"Yeah, baby," he said. "Sure." He knew for a fact that his cock was the same 
size as usual. Her anal interior, however, was swelling with desire, and 
thus she thought that his penis was getting larger. He worked with the 
bulging head of his meat, drilled deeper, and gave her anal cavity something 
fresh to feel. "Oooooh, God," she grunted with this new maneuver, "how do 
you do it." 

"Yeah," he said, "we're both pretty God damn fucking hot is all. God damn 
fucking hot," He slammed his crotch against her ass cheeks and she went 
flying down flat on the bed. He rubbed harder and longer than he thought he 
would last. Then she felt his come spurt into her shit tube. "Oh, God," she 
cried out, "you're blasting me." 

"Mmmmm," was all that Curt Wilson felt like saying. He was orgasmic in her 
butt tube. Her long shit muscles squeezed on his cock like it was a 
constipated turd. She tried to get the flesh turd out of her butt and she 
squeezed and bore down hard. But all she could do was milk him through 
ecstasy. "Uuuuuuhhh," she finally grunted. "It's so fucking big and wet. I 
can't fucking believe it." She tried to get away, it was hurting her. But 
Curt reached out, even though he was finished pumping her with come and 
landed his hand around her nape. He squeezed and forced her down on her 
belly again. He slapped her ass crotch with his groin. His muscle went far 
down into her colon. "Uuuuuhh," she grunted again, "please, Curt. Please 
stop." 

"Come on," he said. "Tell the truth now. You want more of it. Isn't that 
right? You want more of my cock deep in your ass-hole. Isn't that the truth, 
Stella? Tell the truth." 

She didn't know what to say. She loved his penis in her butt. She loved it 
when she could feel his load go streaming down her canal. But now that was 
over. He was just big and rubbing. It hurt her. She hadn't come yet, but she 
wanted his dick out of her butt. "Get that mother fucking thing out of 
there," she bleated, "or I'm going to fuckin' scream my head off." She 
started yelling but still he kept his meat buried deep in her anus. It began 
to do more than hurt. She felt like her ass-hole was being torn apart. 
"Please," she begged one more time, "please get it the fuck out." 

"No way." said Curt, "not until you have yourself a first class orgasm like 
I did. We aim to please, baby. That's all. We aim to please." He laughed and 
returned to his old sadistic self. He reached under her body once more and 
grabbed her clit. He worked the thing up and down and used his finger to 
penetrate her pussy. Soon afterwards she began to gush, despite the pain she 
felt in her ass-hole. He reached up-encouraged as he was by her pumping and 
gushing-and grabbed her titties. He pulled them from side to side and worked 
the nipples with her fingers. The little cherry buds were hot and ready. He 
pulled on them and kneaded the flesh of her long round pendular shaped tits. 
Soon he had her whole body blushing and oozing. She pumped in soft circles 
and his joint sprung up with a new erection. "Yeah," he said, "now isn't 
that a lot more like it? eh?" 

"Oh, Curt," she moaned, half-ecstatic, half-blinded with pain, "I don't 
know. I just don't-" She felt his new boner taking shape in her rump. She 
could feel the head fill like a balloon. She pulled her butt this way and 
that and rubbed across the head of his meat. She rubbed with long tubular 
anal muscles that exist in no other part of the body. Her sphincter's circle 
of flesh bore down hard. She figured to herself that if she couldn't beat 
him, she might as well join him, by beating him with her ass-hole. She 
rubbed long and hard across his inserted phallus. He'd injected her severely 
and it didn't look to Stella like she had much of a way out of the anal 
punishment except to try and enjoy what was left of it. 

"Ooooh, God, Curt," she moaned finally, "yes, do it hard now. Do it really 
hard." She rolled her butt tube and his phallus came pounding down into her 
bowels. She felt his huge organ expand with the new contractions of a second 
pulsing orgasm. She realized that in another minute she would have two loads 
of his come in her anal cavity, not just one. That had to, she felt, relieve 
the pressure. Sure enough the pulsing prick fired off and sent new hot jism 
into her shit tube. She did her best to get it all into her body, and then 
some. She reached back and grabbed at the sides of his legs in a display of 
passion. She rubbed her butt up and down in the hopes of satisfying his 
tremendous urge to ruin her butt. Soon he was spent. He pulled out. 

"Yeah, honey," he said, "that's what I call a nice little fuck for my dick, 
and a perfect one for your anus." His cock dripped slime and juice and was 
softening. She lay on her side trying to recover her breath. He had rubbed 
her nearly into a coma. She was breathing hard, gasping for air. She moaned 
lightly. It had been a good fuck for her, but one that took a great deal of 
strength away. She wasn't in the mood to be talking about it. She just 
wanted to lay there. "I know you're tired," said Curt Wilson, "but you know 
you got one more chore to take care of, eh?" He smiled and brought his 
joint, dripping organ that it was, up alongside her face. "Go to it baby 
doll. Knock yourself out." 

She looked up at the long sticky joint. "What if I don't want to?" she said 
in a fatigued voice. 

"Don't be silly," said Curt. "It only takes a minute. You just lick it for a 
little while." 

"I don't want to." 

He grabbed her by the back of the head. "Look, bitch, I did you up right, 
now you do me. This ain't no fucking woman's lib meeting, you know. This is 
you, me, and the doorpost. And my wet hog. Now get to it." He shoved her 
face up against the underside of his rod. "Lick it." 

She went reluctantly to work on his shit covered, juice covered, grease 
coated phallus. She scraped with her swabbing tongue. She licked the head 
and the long shaft and the thick base. Later she coated his pubic section 
with warm wet saliva. She kissed his loins and his muscular thighs and she 
worked her way around to his ass-hole. She knew what would please him and 
she really didn't mind doing it for him. She just didn't like being told 
that she had to do it for him. But she went ahead, around his body, to his 
butt, and she spread her tongue into his anal groove and shit tube. She 
filled the hot rear orifice with tongue meat. Before long he was shiny and 
clean with hot wet saliva, all of it supplied by Stella's hot, tired tongue. 


"There," she said when she was finished. "You're as good as new." 

"Yup," said Curt. "You're right, baby doll. Absolutely right." He leaned 
down and rolled his tongue across her sweet boobs. They were big and 
blushing. The tender tips-big brown caps and red nipples-were bright and 
ready for a little licking. He used his lips to rub them a bit. "You know," 
he told her, "sometimes it's hard to tell if your titties are better than 
your ass or what." He smiled and nestled his head between her lovely large 
mammaries. 

She combed his hair with her fingers and thought to herself that his arrival 
had been well-timed. She'd been frustrated with masturbating her anus and 
her cunt, and Curt had shown up as though it were all planned by some other 
mind or hand than theirs. She needed him, though not quite so severely as 
he'd done it up her butt, but she needed him nonetheless. She wondered if 
there were any future for her and Curt. After all, marriage wasn't out of 
the question. But she didn't love him all that much. What she did like about 
him was his hot anal fucking, the way he shot his dick up her butt. 
Sometimes it hurt, but for the most part, his hot beef gave her ass-hole a 
nice satisfying feel. She wondered if they would be seeing a lot of each 
other and having a lot of anal intercourse. 

VIII 

The next morning, alone in the house, Stella decided not to go to school. 
She was worried about where her mother was. She'd been out all night, 
apparently, and she'd not called to let Stella know where. The teenager sat 
at the kitchen table drinking coffee and trying to figure out whether or not 
she should be worried about her mother's whereabouts. She was just about to 
call the police when her Uncle Jack's car pulled up in front of the house. 

She rushed to the door and happily greeted her mother and Jack Stawder. 
"Where have you two been?" she asked. "I was a little concerned, you know!" 

"Now, now," said Mrs. Sommer, giving her daughter a warm embrace. "Jack and 
I were just out having a good time. No need to panic." She smiled and led 
Jack and her daughter into the living room. "We went out for dinner and 
drinks and completely lost track of the time." She buttoned one loose snap 
on her dress. "Just a little fun we were having, that's all." She smiled 
lovingly at Jack who was wearing different clothes than what he left with. 

"I see," said Stella, strutting back to the kitchen. "There's coffee here if 
anyone wants some." 

The couple followed the young girl to the kitchen. "And what, may I ask, are 
you doing home, young lady?" said Mrs. Sommer, realizing suddenly that it 
was a school day and by all rights Stella should not have been home. "Eh?" 

"I've been just wondering about you, that's all." 

"Alright," said Mrs. Sommer. "But next time you go to school and worry. By 
the way: Jack's going to be staying with us for a while. Isn't that right, 
darling?" 

"Ah, yes," said Jack, pulling his collar away from his neck. "Just for a 
little while." 

"Good," said Stella. "I think we can both use the male influence on our 
lives." She smiled at her mother and on her way to her room Stella shook her 
smooth, round butt in Jack's direction. "Yes, indeed," she added, "a little 
more male influence never hurt anyone." She shut the door to her room. 

A couple of hours later Mrs. Sommer told the household that she was going to 
the market, would be back shortly, and that if anyone wanted something 
special they should say so right then. Neither Jack nor Stella had any ideas 
so Mrs. Sommer went on her way. She promised to be back in a couple of 
hours. 

Jack quickly made his first and successful approach at the young morsel he'd 
been eyeballing ever since he arrived back in town. "Well," he said to 
Stella who sat in the living room, "you certainly have grown up a bit since 
I knew you. Why I remember when you were only this high-" He indicated some 
place about three or four feet off the floor, "-and you didn't even have 
breasts." 

"That's an odd way of putting it," said Stella. "But I remember you when you 
had just a prick and nothing to say to me. Only to Mom." 

Mr. Stawder blushed. "Well, well, well," he said, "you certainly have grown 
up." He seated himself next to Stella on the living room sofa. He put his 
hand directly on her thigh and let his fingers crawl down toward the inside 
of her loins, toward her mound. "Isn't that interesting." 

"Yes it is," she said, taking his hand in her own. "Let me count your 
fingers, Mr. Jack. Do you have the same number as anyone else?" It wasn't 
necessarily a rejection of his forward pass, but it wasn't necessarily 
encouraging, either. She counted the fingers. "This one's for picking your 
nose," she said holding the index finger, "and this one's for rubbing my 
mother's pussy." She picked out the little finger. 

Then she held the one next to it. "This one's for Mommy's ass-hole, eh?" She 
smiled, enjoying her sexual game with her "Uncle" Jack. 

"That leaves this one," said Jack, holding out his bony middle finger. 
"What's that for?" 

"That's for me," said Stella in a quiet, sexy voice. She pulled the middle 
digit to her mouth and sucked on it. "If you'll have me, that is." She put 
his entire hand around her large left boob. She was wearing a sweater but it 
was still an exciting feel. ""Yes," she said, "if you'll have yourself a 
fuck or two with me, that finger is the one you can use." She took his hand 
and led him down between her legs. "You can have all of me if you're nice." 
Even through her levies her mound was soft and damp. "Well?" she pressed 
him, and his hand, "what do you think?" 

"Do you have a hand for me? or a finger?" he asked with a lecherous smile. 

She gave him her hand. He took it and applied the young teenage fingers and 
palm to his crotch. His muscle was firming. Stella could feel the tough bone 
growing beneath her fingers. She squeezed on it. "It's such a nice joint," 
she said. "At least I think it is. I'd really have to see it to be sure." 

He smiled and watched her reach over her other hand. "I have at least two 
hands for you, Uncle Jack." She undid his belt. To do so, however, she slid 
off her portion of the couch and fell down on her knees between his 
trousered legs. She reached up to his buckle and undid the piece of metal 
and leather. From there it was all easy. Jack lifted his butt and his 
trousers came right down and below his knees. "Now," she said, lightly 
stroking the obvious bulge in his cotton underwear, "if that lump is 
everything it's pretending to be, we'll be in business." She tugged on the 
cotton bump. "It's soft," she said. "And it's sweating a little, too, I 
think." 

He reached out and rubbed her silky dark hair. "You're every bit as sexy as 
your mother, Miss Stella Sommer. Do you know that?" She didn't answer. She 
was busy stroking his long muscular and hairy thighs. She rubbed her palms 
along the inside of his legs. When she arrived for the second time at his 
crotch, she pulled the underwear away and peeked over the elastic edge. 
"Mmmmm," she said, inspecting the muscle below, "that looks very large, 
Uncle Jack. Is it going to get any bigger?" She smiled and reached into his 
pants. "Oh, yes," she cooed, "it's warm, too." She tweaked the head and 
pulled on the entire rod, but lightly. "Nice," she said. In a sweet voice 
she asked: "Would you mind sitting up just a little so I can get your 
underwear off now too?" 

He nodded with a crimson blush. The young woman was super aggressive, just 
as Verna Sommer had always been. He lifted up his butt and she slipped his 
underwear down around his knees. His hairy legs and pubic area were left 
exposed to the cool breeze. Only his shirt tails were in the way now. "You 
have to take off your shirt, too," said Stella. "Otherwise it'll just be in 
the way." She reached up and undid a few of the buttons on his shirt. Then 
Jack sat forward and took the thing off all together. "There," said Stella, 
rubbing his belly and chest, "that's much better." 

She leaned her face into his crotch and stretched the muscle out with one 
hand by holding onto the mushroom head. He was far from erect. Similarly he 
was not soft, either. She pulled the muscle out, the way she would have 
stretched taffy, and spit out her tongue. She ran the tip of her mouth 
muscle along the firming rod. "Mmmmmm," she said, "it tastes very nice, 
Jack." 

He looked down at her and enjoyed her little game. He was getting stiff as a 
board and loving every minute of it. Soon he had a full erection, and young 
teenage Stella had a full mouthful of the rod. She had the head in her face. 
She was licking and sucking it, smacking her lips around the thick stem. "I 
just love a good joint," she would say. "Did you know that Jack? About how I 
love to suck on a big fat hog?" She smiled and without waiting for his 
answer, ran her tongue along the length of the meat. When she arrived at 
base she went down to his nut nest. There she kissed his balls. She filled 
the space with her long wet mouth organ and saliva. "Mmmmm," she hummed, 
"your dick is getting bigger, honey. Will you be able to hold off for a 
while." 

He reached around her head and said: "I'll be able to wait as long as you 
can, young Stella. Longer, if I have to. But I doubt that." She blushed and 
bowed her head back to his red bone. "Mmmmm," she smiled, "I think you need 
just a little more sucking." She picked it up like a corn cob and nibbled on 
the sides. She wrapped her lips around the sides and sucked with her tongue 
and mouth. She made sure that she developed enough suction that he would 
feel it. She wanted, even, to leave a little hicky, something for Jack to 
have to explain to his mother. But she didn't have time. He caught her at it 
and pulled her up along his belly. "Try up here," he said. "Suck around 
here." His chest was covered with hair, except for his manly nipples. She 
probed them with her tongue. Spreading her mouth muscle around his titty, 
she sucked and licked. "Mmmmmm," she said, "is that nice?" 

"You know that it's nice," he said. He reached up against her chest and 
kneaded the flesh of her bosoms. Her titties were just like her mother's, 
only softer and firmer, younger. He rubbed them until the nipples poked up 
through the sweater. Then he spread his palms so that he could rub just the 
tips of her titties. "How do you like that?" he asked. "Nice? You want 
more?" 

"Yes," she said, her little game having been reversed on her. "Yes, I like 
that." 

"Take off your sweater," he told her sharply. "Go on and take that off." She 
pulled the sweater up over her head. She wore no bra. Her lovely smooth 
mammaries hung down like fruit. He reached to her chest and pulled them. He 
kneaded the bare flesh. It was like playing with perfectly shaped sand bags. 
He rubbed them right and left and teased the nipples by pinching them. 
Stella's chest started a blush that didn't end until it arrived in her face. 
She began to sweat. She was hot and lusty. Her nipples went upright and 
ready for all the action Uncle Jack was willing to give them. He smiled and 
had her come up close, on the couch, so that he could get his tongue to one 
of the tits, if not both. 

She climbed up next to him and he planted one of the hefty boobs in his 
face. He licked the brown cap and the cherry red nipple. He sucked the titty 
between his lips and waved it right and left in his mouth. "Mmmmm," he 
hummed and sucked, if only to express his cherished feel of the lively 
boobies. "I like that," he said. "It's nice to get a feel of a young girl's 
chest, especially one your age. Just out of puberty and all." He rubbed his 
tongue across the other nipple, too. He licked the base of the pendular 
mammary and he didn't stop kissing and licking until Stella took his free 
hand and placed it between her legs. "Forget something?" she asked. 

"Mmmmm," he said. Rolling his fingers across the outside of her mound. "Just 
waiting for the right moment." 

"I guess you found the right moment now, eh?" She unsnapped her levies and 
pulled her pants down around her knees. She was naked under her levies, 
without panties. He reached in without looking while he continued to eat her 
chest. "Mmmmmm," he sighed again, "very nice." His finger roved the inside 
of her tubular pussy. It was all soft wet flesh. He drove his digit back 
into the rear wall. 

"Oooh," she squeaked, "that's an awfully big finger." 

"Is it the right one?" he asked. "The one you wonted?" 

She looked down and saw that he used his middle finger. "It sure is," she 
said. "It's the exactly right one." He flicked her cunt penis with the 
exactly right finger and she blushed again. The juice began to pour, and 
Stella began to purr. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "that's the right finger all 
right. I love that." She watched him work his finger in and about her cunt. 
He folded back the labial lips and they seemed to stay in place and then he 
went to work on the insides of her body, feeling up the clit time and again. 
All the time he worked on her twat he also worked on her titties. They were 
so creamy and smooth that he hardly wanted to let go of them. He roved them 
with his tongue, licking here and there, always sure to come back to his 
basic suck angle on the sweet cherry buds, on her nipples. "Yeah!" he said 
during a breather. "This is just about perfect." 

Stella was getting hot and bothered. It occurred to her that if they didn't 
hurry her mother would be home and they'd both be left terribly frustrated. 
She knew that Jack was probably a butt fucker, and she wanted to try him out 
before too much more time went by. So she worked her hands down around his 
cock and rubbed lightly but vigorously. "I want you good and hard," she told 
him. "You know what I mean?" 

"Why no darling," he said sarcastically. "Whatever could you have in mind?" 
He smiled and went back to wetting down her pussy, she realized that he 
wasn't using just his finger. He was, in fact, using his thumb. And as she 
sat next to him with his mouth around her tit, he was jamming his long 
middle finger, the exactly right one, down between the folds of her ass and 
into her anus. It was a well greased bony feel. He had that bulging thumb in 
her cunt, the knuckle rubbing her extended clit, and his long middle digit 
poking her in the ass-hole. "Oooh, God," she moaned as his slippery finger 
went sliding up her shit-tube. "I had no idea, Oh, God, yes!! " She rolled 
in his hand. He had her pelvis with a good tight grip, and he had both of 
her orifices in her lower body filled. "Uuuuuuhhh," she groaned as Uncle 
Jack continued to swab her titties and rub her two holes. "Oooooh, God! 
Fuck! Shit piss cunt! That's awfully fucking good!! " 

He rolled his palm and squeezed his fingers. His thumb rode up high inside 
her wet pussy, and his finger took care of her long tubular ass-hole 
muscles. "Mmmmm," he hummed to her as he licked her titties. "You like it 
like this, eh?" 

"like it!" she exclaimed showering his face with kisses. "I fucking love 
it." She kissed his ear and rubbed her tongue down the ear canal. She lapped 
at his neck and went roving with her mouth around his face and neck. She 
kissed his chest while he rubbed her titties with his free hand. She rubbed 
her face along side his face. It was a long steady feel for them both. 

"Alright," said Jack, "hold on." He reached under her arms and removed his 
hand from her cunt and butt. He lifted her up off the couch and set her down 
on the living room carpet. She spread her legs, as expected, and stood on 
her hands and knees. He lifted his rod up to the backs of her buns. He took 
a long steady feel of her smooth ass cheeks, and a moment later she was 
nearly begging him to inject her with beef. "Yeah, honey," he told Stella, 
"but you just give me a minute to get right." His cock was juicy wet with 
saliva, as was her ass-hole wet with dripped clit-juice. But he wanted one 
long smooth rub on her butt cheeks to insure that she was as hot as 
necessary. He then aimed his rod. 

"Oh, yeah," she said, "you're gonna do it. After all these years, Uncle 
Jack, you're finally gonna do it." 

He smiled and thrust his hips forward. His dart led the way. He poked 
through with his heart-shaped mushroom head. His long phallus buried itself 
in the interior of her rear body. He pumped her rump full of hot beef. 
"Ooooh, God, yes," she cried out. "That's it. You're in. It's good." 

"Only half-way," he told her. "The rest, and the best, is yet to come." He 
thrust his hips again. His meaty dick went flying forward. She fell flat on 
her belly, pressing her titties against the rug on the floor. He reached 
around between her body and the carpet. He pulled on one of her hot 
mammaries. He tweaked the nipple while his rod penetrated to the back canyon 
of her anal crotch. He filled the narrow groove with ass-fucking beef stick. 
She didn't have much of a chance to think about how good it was. He was 
stimulating her everywhere at once. 

He had a finger in her cunt, his hand on her titties, his face rubbing and 
kissing her neck. And most importantly, Uncle Jack had darling Stella's soft 
anus so wide open that she didn't know what hit her. "Oh, fucking God," she 
cried. "God damn fuck! Jack, go slow." 

He didn't bother listening to her. He slammed his meaty rod as deep and as 
powerfully as he could. He rubbed his groin into her butt crotch. A few 
minutes later she was jerking in every direction at once. She was spread 
eagle, her smooth long arms out in front of her grabbing for a hold on the 
rug, her long smooth legs held wide apart by the hips of his body and by his 
legs, her ass-hole split apart with his meaty rod. He was rubbing her 
titties back and forth with one hand, and her was giving deft stimulating 
thrusts to her clit with his long middle finger. They both sweated a great 
deal, and that made the rubbing even more sensuous. 

"Oh, Jack," she moaned to him, "I don't know what to do." She began to gush 
around his finger. Her anus was so stimulated that she was going right to 
orgasm. "You should just enjoy yourself," he told her. The gush on his 
fingers, her climax, stimulated him, triggered his muscle. He felt his 
twitching begin to ejaculate come. He knew her long ass-hole muscle and the 
tight sphincter would take care of everything else. He let Stella's smooth 
butt and her swaying hips suck the jism out of his body. A few moments later 
he had flooded her bowels with hot semen juice. 

"Oh, shit," she moaned, "that was the best ever. No one ever gave me such a 
good butt fuck, Uncle Jack. Now I know why mother always talked about you 
the way she did." She pulled forward and he yanked his penis out of her 
anus. "Mmmmm," he sighed, "look at that." 

She turned around and couldn't resist what she saw. She leaped down on his 
hefty greasy meat. She covered the head with her open mouth. Her tongue 
spread across the head of the pecker, and he jabbed forward, banging her 
mouth with his juice covered phallus. "Mmmmmm," she sighed and cooed, 
"that's nice." She rubbed her lips from side to side along the stem of the 
giant phallus. She rubbed her tongue along the base. She slid down and 
licked his pubic bush. She made sure not to miss his balls either, kissing 
them, licking them, rubbing them against her soft cheek. She used her tongue 
to coat the underside of his rod and came back up the stem to his head. The 
meaty prong slipped easily down her throat, into her face. "Ahhhh," she 
grunted, "I ahhhhhh ... " She couldn't speak with the huge meat in her 
mouth. Nor did she want to, really. She played with his butt while she 
sucked him clean. 

When it was done, Jack leaned down behind the young girl's butt. He pressed 
his mouth muscle into her ass-hole. "No," she complained. "We haven't got 
time. I'll get all hot and bothered and we'll have to stop." 

"It'll make the next time more fun," he said. Then he plowed his meaty mouth 
muscle down her anus again. He rubbed her dick-loving ass crotch with his 
long mouth organ. He stuffed her full of wet tongue meat and saliva. She 
rolled her hips from side to side and said: "Jesus, fuck, that's so fucking 
damn good." 

He pulled out because he wanted to be sure not to eat his own sperm. He 
rubbed her buttocks with his tongue, and then he licked the backs of her 
long smooth legs. He coated her with his oral muscle. He was getting ready 
to fuck her up the ass-hole again when they heard her mother's car pulling 
up. "There she is," said Stella with a crimson blush. 

"Now we have to be fast." 

They both dressed quickly. In seconds they were sitting on the couch and 
trying to catch their breath. But they both looked decent. "Maybe," 
suggested Stella, "we should help with the groceries. I mean maybe that 
would be an even better show of our innocence, eh?" 

"Good thinking," said Jack. And he followed the young brunette teenager's 
swinging ass out to the car where they helped Mrs. Sommer unload the trunk 
of groceries. 

IX 

Two days later Curt Wilson had the unusual experience of being turned down 
by both Mrs. Sommer and her daughter. He spoke first to Verna and received 
somewhat of a cold shoulder. She said she didn't know when exactly she'd be 
able to see him again, that she would call him at the bar where he hung out 
if and when she wanted to. 

A few minutes later he called back and asked to speak with young Stella. 
She, too, gave him a brisk reaction. "I just don't know, Curt," she said 
softly, "About our getting together again. Maybe next week would be a better 
time to call." 

Curt didn't quite know what to do. He couldn't calculate the variables 
because he didn't know about Uncle Jack. But he did know that he had better 
get his ass in gear or lose both of his steady punches. So he decided later 
in the week to drop by the Sommer house on a casual, unannounced visit. He 
knocked and there was a long delay before anyone answered. It was late 
afternoon and there was every reason in the world to believe that lovely 
Stella would be home alone. 

Finally, on the third ring of the door bell, Stella shouted, "Alright, 
already, I'll be right there." Curt waited patiently. Stella showed her face 
in the cracked door. She left the chain so that the door wouldn't open all 
the way. "Curt," she said, surprised, "I can't, ah, talk to you right now. 
I'm with company." 

"Hey, bitch," he said. "You fucking some douche bag or something? What 
goes?" 

"Can you call me later, honey?" she said. "Tomorrow morning? I'll explain 
everything." She shut the door without waiting for his answer. She made her 
way quickly back to the bedroom and took off her house coat on the way. Her 
lovely mammaries shook and bounced, and her ass wiggled as she made her way 
back to bed. With Uncle Jack. "Just a nobody," she told Jack. "An old 
friend." 

Jack eyed his hard-on. "It's gone down somewhat, darling," he said sadly. 
"Would you mind terribly?" She shook her head, she would not mind. She bent 
down over his meat. She cupped it with her lips. She used her tongue on the 
spongy surface of the head. She licked it. Then she slid her wet mouth organ 
down along the man's hog, down the stem. She coiled her root-like muscle 
around the base of his beef. She jerked upwards and brought her slippery 
circle of tongue flesh up along his meat. It was one long circular slide to 
the head of his joint. She popped the head of his prick into her mouth. 

"Nice smooth move," said Jack. He watched the daughter of his lover working 
on his beef. "You have all the moves down just right." She paid no attention 
to his flattery. She continued to enjoy herself while sucking his rod. She 
stuffed her face with the big meaty prick head. Before long she had half of 
the wedge in her face. She held the other half fast between her curled 
fists. She jerked him from the base of his meat into her face. If she 
continued in this manner he would fly off in her mouth, all over her face. 
"You better slow down a little," he told her reaching down and loosening her 
milking grip on his penis base. "I just want to save the goodies for later." 


"Of course, Uncle Jack," said young Stella. "You know best." She rolled her 
tongue down the stem of his beef and arrived at the base. She licked his 
public bush and traveled up the side of his belly to his left manly nipple. 
She sucked the nub of flesh into her lips. Then she rolled her tongue across 
it, and sucked with her lips. She moved from side to side until Jack's titty 
tingled. She went from there to the other side. With one hand pinching the 
old titty, she worked on the new one with her tongue. Then she kissed her 
neck and his shoulders. She went from there to his mouth. She stuffed her 
tongue deep in his face. She French kissed him and he was happy to have the 
opportunity to supply her, too, with some of his long wet mouth muscle. 

She moved forward so that her large, creamy pendular mammaries hung within 
range of his mouth and tongue. He reached up with his long mouth muscle and 
licked whatever was there for tonguing. He came up on her nipple and a 
portion of one titty. She swung left and the other breast came within range. 
He sucked that one into his lips. He used his tongue to caress her nipple. 

With his hands Jack attacked her backside. He used his palms to rub her 
cheeks. His fingers went pulling at her buttock crack. He found his way 
smoothly into her ass-hole. Once he'd located the proper angle, he dipped 
down lower and plunged, from the rear between her cheeks and legs, into her 
pussy. He was interested in coating his finger with ooze. Once he had plenty 
of clear ink for his anxious quill, benevolently supplied by Stella's sweet 
well, he returned to writing in her anus. He stuffed the tube with his long 
pointed finger. She rode up closer to his face because of the pressure in 
her anus. "Getting me ready?" she asked. 

He merely continued to lick her titties and play inside her tight little 
anus hole. Her sphincter was tucked away down and well out of sight. But his 
finger could locate it in a jiffy. Once he had it, he tugged and rubbed on 
it. He shot through the thing and landed his entire bony digit in the length 
of her ass corridor. Before another stroke had been injected in her 
ass-hole, she was bleating: "Oh, God, yes I love that. Fuck me up the 
ass-hole,Uncle Jack. Fuck me really hard." 

He used his free hand to rub her cunt. He drove in with two fingers. A few 
days before she'd have never been able to take it. But now, after only a few 
careful fucks with Mr. Stawder, she was able to take just about anything. 
Anyhow, he rammed two fingers into her open pussy. He pulled back the lips 
and jabbed the fingers across her clit. He felt the erect and slippery knob, 
rubbed it back and forth, and before long, young Stella was juicing 
profusely. Her gush ran down his fingers. He placed those same fingers where 
his other hand had been, in her ass-hole. He used the fresh juice to 
increase the passion in the young girl's bunghole. "Oooh, yes," she cried 
out. "Rape my butt. Give it to me hard." He used both fingers to follow out 
her desires. He pulled and tugged and penetrated passed the sphincter muscle 
with both fingers. He jammed hard, making sure that she would never forget 
this particular finger fucking in her ass-hole cave. He rubbed her buttocks 
with his second hand. And all the time that he used his digits in her butt, 
he was still sucking and licking her lively, creamy, soft mammaries. 
"Mmmmm," he hummed, proud of his work, "not bad if I do say so myself." 

She pulled back and away from him. She sat on his jamming fingers. "I want 
it now," she said. "Jack, give it to me now." 

"Take the paste, dear, and grease up a bit. Then I'll tell you what to do." 
He handed her a tube of lubricant. She pressed out more than enough. She 
coated, first, his cock. She spread the cool goo all along his joint and was 
sure to concentrate a big gob on his mushroom head, the spearing object that 
would ram her ass-hole. Then she rubbed an equally large amount into her 
rear orifice. She pushed it up into her butt with her fingers. She did all 
this while straddling his hips. His cock was directly in front of her cunt. 
It was towering and erect, a jumbo-size, well-greased beef. "Now what?" she 
asked. 

"Now, darling, Stella, you must turn around as you are and face the other 
way." 

She picked up her long leg and swiveled on Jack's belly. Her butt faced him. 
Her titties hung down inches from his prick. "Go forward a bit," he told 
her. "Past my muscle." She put her weight on her legs and leaped over his 
joint. "Now," he said, reaching down and sliding his hands under her 
buttocks, "you can sit on my prick." 

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded. "How?" 

"Lift up and then when you come down my joint will go nicely up your 
ass-hole." He was laying on his back and the move would be easy for her. She 
would merely sit on his prong. "O.k., " she said, "I'll try it." 

With Jack's help she lifted her butt. He supported his meat in the proper 
direction. When she came down, still facing his feet, her back to his face, 
she was on his dick. Slowly but surely she eased herself down on his giant 
flesh prong. "Wow," she said, going slowly onto the joint, "this is really 
something, Uncle Jack. You really know your stuff." He reached up and 
pressed on her shoulders, forcing her to sit more and more on his hog. 

"Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's too much." 

"Nonsense," countered Jack. "This is just the beginning." She slid downwards 
on his joint. She got more and more of the entire hot into her slightly 
tight anal hole. "This is just the beginning." She slid downwards on his 
joint. She got more and more of the entire hog into her slightly tight anal 
hole. "There you go," he encouraged her. "You're doing just fine." He could 
see her blush turn a deeper red in the nape of her neck. "Now, darling," he 
addressed Stella, "if you'll just lean back a little I'll have a nice little 
feel for your titties." She leaned so that he could reach her breasts. 
Indeed, he took a full helping. His joint was high in her ass-hole and he 
had a nice long massage and rub of her full pendular tits. They were as 
smooth and heated as ever. "Good," he said, letting go. "Now you just 
satisfy yourself any way you like to." 

She rested for a moment, feeling out the contour of his joint as it was 
placed in her ass-hole. She learned forward on his long muscular legs and 
held on tight. She began to rock. Slowly but surely she began to move up and 
down with her ass-hole on his joint. It was tight and her initial moves were 
tentative. She didn't want to rip her butt box. She would have had an easier 
time of it were this her pussy, but that wasn't the object all. She slid 
upwards, perhaps a little too high. 

"Ah, ah, ah," said Jack. "This idea is to get more, not less, of the beef in 
your body." 

She slid back down and the mighty prong impaled her colon. "Oh, God!" 
screamed Stella. "It's so fucking large like this." 

"Yes," said Jack. "I know. That's the whole idea." He felt her long ass-hole 
muscles begin to grow accustomed to the feel of his bulging joint in her 
ass-hole. Soon, he knew, he would begin to squirt come up the tube and the 
tight rub would be all over. It would be loose and unexciting. He decided to 
adjust the position and thereby make the fuck last a little longer. 
Anticipation, he thought to himself, is ninety per cent of the fun. He 
pulled his hips downwards, cocked them, thrust upwards for one long swing in 
Stella's down pointed ass-hole, and then pushed her off of his meat. 

"Uuuhhh," she grunted. "What a relief!" She turned around and looked at the 
size of his joint. "It was always amazed me that anything that large could 
fit anywhere." She smiled and stroked his cock. "What now?" 

"By ear? Play it by ear?" He smiled and she went down on his joint. She 
pushed her face along the shaft and the head of his meat landed near her 
ear. "like that?" she asked coyly. "By ear?" 

"Very funny," he said. But then Stella approached Jack's cock. She used her 
tongue to lick it off. She rubbed the head of the dick with her splayed 
mouth muscle; the long stem and the thick base. "Are you ready to try 
another position, Uncle Jack?" He was entranced by the way she gave such 
excellent suck. "Keep sucking," he said softly. "Just for another minute or 
two." She rubbed her tongue down along his joint. She coated the base and 
his balls with wet saliva. She kissed his loins and he rolled over. "A 
little ream, darling?" he asked. "Just because I'm your uncle, eh?" She 
smiled and spread his hairy ass cheeks. She filled the narrow groove with 
her wet mouth muscle. From there she toured downwards and landed in his butt 
tube. She stuffed her meaty little tongue into the rear alley. She filled 
his rump with tongue meat. "Mmmmmm," she heard him moan into his pillow. 
"Such a wonderful young girl you are." 

He humped his hips upwards. His buttocks flapped on her face. Her tongue 
drilled downwards, into his bunghole. She did it voluntarily because in the 
previous two days he'd given her such a wonderful lesson or two in 
butt-fucking. He taught her how to enjoy herself in every anal way. She was 
happy and grateful to have the opportunity to give him something in return. 
She had a crush on her Uncle Jack. "You tell me, Jack," said Stella, "if I 
do something wrong, ehh?" 

"You're doing fine, darling," he said, enjoying the anal ream. "Just fine." 

She rubbed her tongue across his hairy buttocks. His moon was full and 
rounded and muscular. She jammed her tongue down the trough again. She wet 
the tube entrance, the tapered circle leading into, and out of, his body. 
Her tongue plowed deep. She filled up the cavity. "Uuuuhhh," he grunted, 
grinding upwards into her face. He ended up on his hands and knees. She 
landed her hands around his waist while keeping her face between his ass 
cheeks. She took hold of his joint and rubbed the wet muscle while her 
tongue continued to worm around in his anus. "Nice," he told her. "Just so 
nice, lover, that I want to tell you that you are easily as good as Verna." 

"Really?" said Stella. "That is a compliment!" 

"Yes," he said rolling onto his side and over to face her. "And now it's 
time for the real plunge, sweetheart." 

"Oh, God, yes," she said, pleased as punch. "I was thinking you'd never get 
around to it." 

"Now, now," he said. "Patience is a virtue, my young sweetness." He smiled 
and rolled his fingers in his ear. "Get down and get ready. Uncle Jack is 
going to fill your bunghole." 

She went down on her hands and knees the way he seemed to like it with her. 
She waved his butt to cue him that she was ready. She reached back with one 
hand and pulled a cheek away from the crack. "I'm ready, Uncle Jack. Ready 
as ever." He smiled. "Yes," he said, "you certainly are." He could see the 
spread sphincter, and involuntarily contracting muscles, the smooth wet 
coating around the hole. 

He pulled his weighty rod up in his hand and aimed it for the perfect bull's 
eye. He jammed forward and his meat went in one long stroke up her ass-hole. 
He filled her rump with hot beef. "Jesus, God," she cried out. "Jesus, 
fucking God! That this is so damn big." 

She reached out for a dresser at the foot of the bead and rested her hands 
on that. She pushed against it while her uncle pushed against her ass-hole 
with his hands and in her ass-hole with his long stiff rod. "Oh, God, yes," 
he groaned. "This is going to be one hell of a butt-fuck." He rode down the 
anal tube. He made sure that every inch of her ass-hole was properly filled 
with hot cock meat. She didn't have much chance to do anything but wail: "Oh 
God fuck shit piss cunt ass-hole whore hell fuck my ass-hole. Keeeerist, 
Uncle Jack. Kee-fucking-rist!! ! " He was drilling her, fucking her butt 
like he'd never done it before. Any minute now, he knew, she would burst 
into passion flames. There wasn't enough lubrication in the whole world to 
keep Stella's ass-hole cool while he fucked her so hard. 

"Ooooh, God," she moaned, sure enough, "that's burning the shit out of my 
colon. I'm fucking melting, Uncle Jack. Please!! ! Stop!" 

He laughed. "Stop?! Ha ha, ha. Stop? That's the funniest thing I've heard in 
years. Oh, you young people have such a sense of humor!" He pounded his hips 
against her ass cheeks. His crotch was flush with her smooth rounded 
buttocks. He had his long rod buried in the pit of her belly, so far up her 
ass-hole she thought it would come out of her throat. She wanted to scream 
but she was so beside herself with joy and anguish that she couldn't even 
remember how. "Uuuuhhh," she said quietly. "Uuuuuuhh," and the thought 
occurred to her: "It's big." 

When she'd grown used to the huge flesh trunk up her butt, Stella began to 
sway from side to side. She pulled her hips up into her belly and jerked 
downwards. "Ahhh, yes, that's it," said Uncle Jack, as though he'd been 
waiting for that move and knew it was coming. "That's the way to do it. 
You're learning quickly, my darling. Very quickly indeed." He rolled his 
hands across her smooth ass cheeks. She continued to roll her buttocks and 
lean against the dresser with her hands. She had perfect balance now, not to 
mention her always perfectly round and sculpted cheeks which Jack proudly 
rolled in his palms. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "very, very nice." He watched her 
swaying buttocks roll up and down across his rod. "Yes, indeed," he said, 
watching the moon rise and fall on his beef, "just about one of the best 
natural phenomena the world has ever known. Some say it controls the rhythm 
of the sea." He smiled and continued to screw young Stella in the bunghole. 
Or was it young Stella's ass revolving or his rod that was doing the 
screwing? In any event he had her firmly and securely skewered on his meaty 
pole, like some sort of pig over fire, and he had no intention of not 
barbecuing this roast to the perfect medium rare that he knew he could get 
fror it. 

"Yes, honey," he moaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He watched her ass cheeks flop and 
roll around his cock. The rod was surrounded with fresh butt cheek and ass 
muscle. He could feel her interior flesh getting tighter around his swollen 
rod. "Good, good, good!" He managed to get another inch of his thick meat 
into her rump. She couldn't very well deny the fact that he was giving her 
the best fuck up the ass that she'd ever had and that was why she'd not 
wanted to talk with Curt. Curt had his place, she thought, while Uncle Jack 
had the meat. "Mmmmm-mm," she moaned, rolling around and around his dick. 

He reached forward under her arms and came up with breast. He massaged the 
slick hanging mammaries. They were everything he wanted, after of course, 
her butt. He rubbed the nipples and worked down along her smooth, slender 
belly. He ended up holding her swaying, revolving hips. Her flesh was satin 
smooth and damp with perspiration from the fucking. She was as hot and 
feverish as possible. Her ass-hole was dripping juice. He couldn't believe 
how sweet a fuck this was working out to be. 

"Honey," he said, "you just tell me when you want the jism. It's all yours." 


She looked back at him. Her face was red, blushing, and she sweated. Beads 
of perspiration dripped down her brow. "Now," she said, "and I'll come all 
over you." 

"Good," he said. "I was kind of hoping for that." He slammed his meat deep 
in her ass pussy. His muscle twitched and pulsed. The throbbing was terrific 
and exciting, for both Uncle Jack and Stella Sommer. The juice went flying 
up her tube. Before long he'd spent his wad. Stella was still coming when he 
pulled his meat out of her ass-hole. He lay back exhausted from the fuck. 
She crawled back toward him and gasped for air as she inspected the rod that 
had so thoroughly fucked her butt. She held it in one hand and spoke to it: 
"What a nice little butt fucker you are, Mr. Penis. I love the way you screw 
me and I hope you'll do it again sometime real soon." She leaned forward and 
gave Uncle Jack's spongy, greasy mushroom head a little kiss. 

"Oh, very cute," said Jack. "Very, very cute." 

She smiled at him and then licked his rod clean. After that she climbed up 
next to him and put her head in his arm. "Do you mind if I snuggle close to 
you? I like to get warm and tender at a time like this?" Uncle Jack smiled 
back at her. Then he closed his eyes and let her lay next to his chest. A 
moment later he felt her fondling fingers curling around his joint. He 
looked up and she was massaging and milking his somewhat spent muscle. A 
single drop of semen appeared on the tip. It dripped down along the crown 
and started to run along the stem of the joint. "Look at that!" said Stella 
with a cry of delight. She jumped down to his crotch muscle and with one 
long lick, beginning where the drop of sperm juice was headed, stroked up 
his meat and landed around the tip and mushroom head. She sucked lightly and 
swallowed the last drop of jism. When she looked up at Uncle Jack Stella had 
a bright cheery smile on her face. She had his stiff wet penis in her 
tender, teenage hand. 

X 

Somehow, though Stella and Uncle Jack could not figure out how, Mrs. Sommer 
discovered that they had been butt-fucking. She was calm about it, didn't 
explode with jealousy, just said that she thought that was fine and that she 
would speak separately with each of them sometime soon. She disappeared into 
her bedroom, after that simple comment, and dialed the bar where she hoped 
to find Curt Wilson. 

She was in luck. Curt was there, a little drunk but ready and able. Ten 
minutes later he picked up Mrs. Sommer and they headed for his place, an 
apartment three miles east of the Sommer's house. They didn't bother with 
formalities. Mrs. Sommer stripped on her way to Curt's bedroom and she 
stretched out on the bed. "You like my ma'am-maries?" she asked him as he 
undressed. 

Curt looked over his shoulder as he pulled off his trousers. Mrs. Sommer was 
pushing her titties up and massaging them so that the nipples were upright 
and ripe. "Yeah," he said. "Verna, you got nice tits." He continued to take 
off his clothes. 

She spread her legs and reached down to her cunt. She used a finger from 
each hand to pull open the lips surrounding her vagina. Her pussy was wet 
and hairy. "You like my cunt, too, I bet." 

"Yeah," he said, leaning toward her now that he was naked. "I like just 
about everything about you." She rolled over and showed him her ass-hole. To 
do so she reached back and pulled her smooth, creamy butt cheeks apart. "And 
in there," he said, "I like you the best." He reached into her ass-hole. He 
was on his knees between the backs of her legs. He laid down so that he 
could get a better view and angle. He stuffed one finger into her bunghole. 
"Ooh, goodness," she said, still holding her ass cheeks apart. "That's 
certainly very nice like that." She rolled her hips from side to side. "Play 
around a little, Curt," she told him. "Rub in and out." 

Because he was laying between her legs with his face on one of her smooth 
back thighs, he had just the right position to play with her ass-hole the 
way she wanted. He fingered the smooth entrance to the tube. He could pull 
the sphincter muscle back and forth, or he could gouge into it and out 
again. He used his index finger to do so. After a few strokes in and out of 
the tight little hole, he pulled his digit out. "I better get some 
lubrication," he said. "Lift up." 

Mrs. Sommer lifted her smooth pelvis off the bed. Curt Wilson stuck his 
index finger into the soft flesh of her pussy. He rubbed around in the 
greasy vaginal folds. Before long he had a nice juice coated index digit 
ready to go fiddling with Mrs. Sommer's bunghole. "I think that ought to do 
it," he told her. "Lay down again." 

She laid down. He put his finger up to the edge of her neat ass-hole. He 
pushed the finger into the crease of the buns and then down to the ass-hole 
entrance. He shoved hard. "Uuuuuhh," she said, "that's the way!" He lodged 
his entire finger in the springy flesh. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "nice and 
tight. Just the way it should be." He pulled on her iris sphincter muscle 
with his finger. He plied the tubular entrance this way and that, probed 
deeper to get a kind of long feel of the entire canal, and then yanked his 
digit out all together. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I feel so empty now." Curt 
wiped his finger off on the back of her smooth leg. "Well," he said, "I just 
wanted to get you going a little. Maybe you'd like a little ream out, just 
to get you in the right spirit of things." 

"Oh, would you really, Curt?" She was. delighted with the thought of having 
his tongue up inside her rump. "That would be so nice." She looked over her 
shoulder and saw him using a kleenex to wipe her buttocks and the hole. He 
pushed his finger and the kleenex around inside the flaps of loose butt 
tissue. "Alright," he said to Mrs. Sommer, "it looks like you're just about 
ready." 

She waved her hips and confirmed that she was indeed quite ready for the 
promised anal licking. He spread her legs apart with his hands. He kneaded 
the flesh of her smooth ample thighs. Then he applied his palms to the backs 
of her cheeks. He helped her press the smooth pink buttocks away from the 
hole. He could see the anus perfectly. "Come up on your hands and knees," he 
suggested, his tongue only inches from the desirable hole. "That's the 
easiest for me." 

She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. She didn't need to hold her 
buttocks open any more. Curt took care of that. He was happy to feel the 
large soft mounds of buttocks flesh between his fingers. "Mmmmmm," he 
moaned. "Nice." He spread her out. Now that she was upright he had the best 
view of all of her ass-hole. He leaned forward, pressed his tongue against 
the long butt slot. "There," he said, "that feel nice?" 

"Oh, God does it!! " she exclaimed. "I never ... oooooohhh!" 

Curt used his tongue to lick the groove. He wet the slot and the cheeks, 
too. He made sure to coat the surface of Mrs. Sommer's ass. He brushed her 
soft fulsome cheeks with his wet mouth muscle. "Mmmmmm," she hummed softly, 
"that's just so nice." He continued to apply his tongue to everything in 
sight. He even leaned down under her pelvis and attacked her cunt. "Oooh, 
yes," she cooed as one particular stroke landed on her clit. "That's the 
way, Curt. Oh, yes, that's just the way." 

He lifted his face out from between her comely legs. His tongue was dripping 
wet. So was his chin and nose. He had saliva and clit juice all over his 
face. There was even more juice on Mrs. Sommer's butt and cunt. He looked 
carefully at the hole. "It's big," he said. "Big enough for some more, eh?" 

"You know it," she said softly. "Right there." She reached back and aimed 
her finger into her ass-hole. He watched her work the sphincter space open. 
Before long, she had her own finger pushed up her ass-hole. "Do you like to 
see me finger myself?" she asked him softly. 

"I like to see you happy, Verna," he said. "If putting your finger in your 
butt does it, that's what I like." 

"You've changed," she said, continuing to needle her butt with her bondy 
digit. "You used to be a lot more aggressive. What's happened?" 

"I missed you," he said softly. "Really a lot. I figure I better be nice or 
you won't come back to me for more." He smiled and bowed his head. 

"How nice," said Mrs. Sommer. "Well let's get on with it." , He lifted his 
weighty hot dog meat up to her butt crack. He rubbed the soft tissue against 
the underside of his joint. He swayed back and forth on her ass. Before long 
he was fully erect and ready to pound his muscle through the narrow space. 
"Are you ready?" he asked, propping the arrow-head of his boner at the anal 
entrance. "You ready for a first class anal fucking, baby?" 

She smiled and blushed. "Do it, Curt. Do me up right." He lunged forward. 
His cock slid down the tube, passed the tight little sphincter muscle, into 
the long cylinder. "Uuuuhh," she groaned, "delicious!! " She rolled her hips 
from right to left and the thick base of the meat spread out the ring of 
shit hole flesh. His meat penetrated the length of the back alley and 
wiggled inside it. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted again, "that's solid fucking 
alright!! The best!" 

He reached under her body to her chest. He rolled her hefty and fleshy 
mammaries between his long fingers. Another minute later her nipples were 
cherry red and upright, ready for all the stimulation he wanted to give 
them. Next, he reached one hand down to the gush in her cunt. He plugged the 
front hole with his bony middle finger. He could feel the slippery vaginal 
lips spread out around his finger. The gush was profuse. His entire hand was 
immediately coated with lots of fresh juice. He had slippery ooze in his 
palm and all over his fingers. It was like he'd dunked his hand in pot of 
oil. He rubbed his fingers in and out of her pussy, thereby increasing the 
pleasure for both Mrs. Sommer and himself. "You know," she said, "this might 
sound funny, but Curt, you make me feel really nice. Maybe it's your finger 
in my pussy, or your thing in my rear-end, or the way you rub my nipples, 
but it feels divine!! " 

He liked it when she told him things like that. He felt his cock getting 
bigger in her butt. He could feel her ass-hole contract around his muscle. 
It was like some large hand squeezing his cock. It was soft and slippery 
against the flesh of his penis. She was able to milk him in any direction 
she chose. She rolled her hips and that was a special thrill, too. She used 
her butt to make him feel extraordinarily good. Soon he had pushed so much 
of his joint into her ass-hole that his groin was flush with her buttocks. 
"M-mmm," she hummed, "nice." 

"Fuck," he grunted. "We got to grind a little harder." He grabbed one of her 
titties and her clitoris at the same time. A moment later she was squirming 
and gyrating, revolving her ass on his long screw-like dick. She worked from 
side to side in order to increase her passion. "Uuuuuhh, yes," he moaned. 
His long fuck-stick, properly rubbed by her ass-hole tube and buttocks, was 
beginning to twitch. "Get ready," he warned her, "I'm gonna flood that alley 
right out." With that he let go with a long initial squirt and then five or 
six shorter, but still powerful, pulses of hot come. "Keeerist!!" He jammed 
hard into the tube and left all his come deep in her anal cavity. When he 
yanked his beef out of the rear slot, it was covered with shit juice, clit 
grease, and come. "Mmmmmm," he said, "there's a tasty morsel for you to 
smack your lips around. Go to it, Mrs. Sommer. Eat your heart out." 

She crawled around to his slimy cock and wrapped her juicy lips around the 
galvanized explosive head. She swabbed the tip with her splayed tongue, and 
from there, worked her way down the length of the thick, wet shaft. She 
nibbled on the thing as if it were a corn cob. She chewed and ate it until 
it was nothing but a clean fresh rod. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "how's that?" 
She held the beef up so that he could look down his body and see his own 
tall tower of flesh. It was shiny and glistened in the light. There was 
saliva all over it. "That's nice," he said, "but it's getting a little cold. 
Think you might suck it some more?" 

She smiled and lobbed the meaty prick head back between her warm wet lips. 
She sealed the thing with her mouth around the middle of the shaft. She 
wrapped one fist around the base and rode her face up and down on the head. 
"Mmmmmm," she hummed. The vibrations shook the boner and the chills that 
started in his nuts climbed up his spine and into his brain. He rocked in 
and out of her mouth, banged her in the face. "Mmmmmm," she cried out on the 
out stroke, "good." The meat filled her up again, however, and she couldn't 
say a word. "Nice," said Curt for her. "Just keep sucking and in another 
minute I'll be hammering your butt into ecstasy. Get my rod slippery and hot 
and I'll stick that meat up your ass-hole so far that you'll never want 
another joint in your life." 

She rolled her lips back and forth along the spongy head. She licked the 
mushroom crown, especially the rim, and then splayed her tongue across the 
back end of the shaft. She was down low, in his pubic forest, when he took 
her by the head and pushed her down on her back. He climbed up on her face 
and rolled his dick between her smooth, full breasts. He used his hands to 
press and knead the big titties around his cock. "Another couple of rubs and 
you'll be ready, too," he said. Her nipples sprung out, maybe a half-inch, 
in excitement as his cock bounced up against the sides of her titties. 

"O.k., " said Curt. He bounced his dick one more time against one of the 
soft titties and then he climbed off. He patted her smooth, trim belly and 
the flesh slid this way and that. He rubbed her hips and poked a finger in 
her twat. There was enough gush there to fuck an elephant hole. He had her 
roll over. "On your belly, baby. It's time for the supreme fuck." 

She willingly rolled over onto her titties and chest. He slid his wet dick 
up and down her smooth thighs. He reached between her loins with his hand 
and spread the comely limbs. "Now," he said, "come up and over a little and 
I'll stuff it right in." She followed his guiding hands, both of which were 
on her hips now, and rearranged her body so that he could plug her up good. 
"Now," he said, "I think you'll get the anal fuck you been wanting." 

"Go easy again," she said. "Just at first, anyhow." He rolled her buttocks 
in his palms. They were smooth, pliant buttocks well worth a quick rub or 
two before entry between them. He used his cock to massage one of them and 
Mrs. Sommer was blushing just from the feel of that meat against the cheek. 
"I can't get over how horny you are," she said softly. "You must have been 
waiting for this day for quite a while." 

"For a week or so, anyhow," said Curt. "I just can't live without getting a 
good butt-fuck. Know what I mean?" He shoved the head of his muscle along 
the center of her fanny. He was sliding in the slippery moist groove. But he 
was yet to penetrate her ass-hole for the second time. 

"I know exactly what you mean." Verna Sommer reached back and took hold of 
the head of his meat. She placed the spongy tip at the entrance to her butt. 
"Maybe I can get it in myself. Would you mind if I tried?" 

"Mind? Hell no," said Curt. "I'd love to see this." He watched her lean most 
of her weight forward and she balanced on her head. Thus she was able to 
free both hands for working his dick into her bunghole. She used one hand to 
guide the tip, the other to prop the stiff rod at the right angle. She 
guided him into her butt, but met with resistance because of her buttocks 
that folded over the hole and got in the way. "You hold my ass cheeks," she 
told him. He pulled the buttocks apart and rammed his hips forward. She had 
more room to work in, and his cock slid neatly into place. She let go with 
one hand, but pushed with the other. She had his meat descending in her 
butt. "Ahhhhh," she said, letting go all together now, "that's just about 
right." She pushed her weight against the cock, and the meat disappeared all 
the way down, between her buttocks, through the sphincter muscle, deep in 
the tube, into her anal cavity. The head of Curt Wilson's meat rested easy 
someplace in Verna Sommer's bowels. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "that's just about 
perfect." 

She reached to her hips where his hands were. She took one of them and 
placed it in her cunt. "Get the clit and rub it," she directed him. She 
placed his finger right on top of the slippery target. She took his other 
hand and put the palm over her breast, along her nipple. "Squeeze," she 
said. "Squeeze that titty." He massaged the nipple and squeezed the breast. 
She supported herself with both hands and leaned back. His joint was high in 
her butt. She couldn't do anything but screw his cock with her ass-hole and 
scream: "Oh, God, yes!! That's it. That's perfect. It's in just right." 

He humped forward. Her rump nearly shattered from the terrific pressure. He 
opened her sphincter even wider than ever before. His pliant cock muscle 
bent in every direction at one. She had all the beef she could possibly 
used. And his hands were working over the rest of her body. He rested on her 
back, his chest against her smooth spine, and his face was alongside hers. 
His cock was securely lodged in her ass-hole. "Roll it," he told her softly 
in her ear. "Make me come." 

She pulled and pushed her buttocks right and left and made sure that his 
meaty organ was getting the ride it needed. "Oh, God, yes," she cried out, 
"this is the way it should be. This is just big and perfect." She used one 
hand to support herself on her hand and knees and the other reached back 
between his legs. She fumbled around and located his dangling nut nest. She 
tickled the underside of his scrotum and rubbed his balls against each 
other. She used her fingers along his balls to make sure that not only his 
cock in her ass-hole was getting rubbed, but also every other part of his 
genitals. He felt like he was taking a flesh bath. 

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, "if you keep that up with my balls and my dick at 
the same time I'm come again so fucking fast ... " 

"Good," she said, "that's the idea. I love sperm juice in my ass-hole." She 
pushed back and rubbed his nuts at the same time. Her butt cheeks rolled and 
flopped against the small extended portion of his shaft. The rest of his 
meat was buried in her ass-hole tube. "Nice," she said, "I like the feel of 
your pubic hair rubbing against my rump like that." She pressed into his 
groin with her ass for more of his soft buttocks. "Nice," she said, "very, 
very nice." 

He worked her nipple with two fingers. He tugged the thing and 
simultaneously, with his other hand, he finger fucked her pussy. He could 
feel her slippery erect clit muscle standing on end and begging and 
twitching for more stimulation. He rubbed his finger back and forth across 
the frenzied clit button, and before long he had used it to the fullest 
extent. He leaned back and pulled her up on his joint. He pulled her upright 
so that she was resting only on her knees with his joint bent up her 
ass-hole. He grabbed her titties with one hand, her cunt with the other, and 
his cock continued to jam in her ass-hole. "How do you like it like this?" 
he asked. 

"Perfect," she said, "but what about your dick?" 

"Perfect," he said simply, kissing her on the back of the neck. He held her 
titty with his big muscular palm. He rubbed the nipple. The hand in her 
crotch wandered up and down her belly and around her clitoris. "Oh, shit," 
she moaned, "I'm gonna fucking come all over." He waited, his hand cupped 
around her mound, for the gush to flow. Sure enough, another minute later, 
the ooze was dripping between his fingers and down her smooth ample thighs. 
He rubbed his palm between her soft loins and squeezed the tender excited 
flesh. She pulled her buttocks away from his joint and then slammed 
backwards. "Come on," she pleaded, "give it to me hard. I mean really 
fucking hard!" 

He banged her ass-hole as hard as he could. Her long ass-hole muscle went 
squeezing and milking along his stiff powerhouse joint. Five rolls later she 
was on her belly. His powerful thrusts had forced her down. She had her 
orgasm, and his jism, both in her ass-hole and her cunt. She couldn't 
believe the ecstatic feel she had from having him come up her butt while she 
climaxed in her pussy. "It's never before been that good," she said, pulling 
her ass off his joint. His beef popped out. There was come dripping from it. 
She looked at the flesh tool that had screwed her anus. "Never was it that 
good before," she said. 

Curt smiled and watched her go licking on his rod. She covered the long 
juice soaked meat with her face. She rubbed her soft cheeks against it and 
then used her tongue. She had slime all over her pretty face and in her 
tangled hair. It didn't stop her from cleaning him off the right way, 
though. She licked up all the juice and then some. She had him roll over so 
she could get into his ass-hole, too. She rubbed her tongue up and down the 
cheeks of his butt, and then she rolled the muscular butt cheeks with her 
palms. She brought him slowly but surely down from orgasm. His meat and ass 
were as clean as a new born baby's when she finished. "There," she said 
patting him on the butt. "Isn't that nice?" 

"Yeah," said Curt, "but let me ask you something. How come you wouldn't see 
me last week? I called and you gave me the cold shoulder. How come?" He 
spread out on his back to rest while she told him the answer. 

"An old friend was in town, one who I hadn't seen for years. We were making 
it pretty seriously at one time. I thought maybe it would be the same again. 
I thought maybe we'd get it on the way we did when I was a kid. Jack's his 
name. Jack fucked me up the butt when I was a lot younger and he was good. I 
liked it with him and I thought maybe there'd be a chance we could do that 
again, fuck up the ass-hole and have a grand old time. You know? It was kind 
of a reunion of some sort." 

"And?" asked Curt, fucking around with her titties for a minute. He stroked 
her cherry nipples and reached his other hand down to fiddle with her 
smooth, still gushing cunt lips. "And then what?" 

"He started fucking Stella." 

"What?" said Curt, furious that the other of his two women was getting it up 
the ass from someone he didn't even know. "I don't believe it," he said, 
pulling his hands from Verna's body. 

"Oh, yeah," said Verna, rolling over on top of Curt to keep him from getting 
angry. "In fact," she added, stroking his mouth with her long wet tongue, 
"they're probably at home doing it right now!" She filled his face with 
tongue. 

XI 

Verna Sommer had her daughter and Uncle Jack pegged exactly right. They were 
busy in the master bedroom with dildos, oil, and their sweaty bodies. "Oooh, 
shit," moaned Stella, "this is going to be just right." She spread some of 
Uncle Jack's home made grease on her pussy and her cunt. Her twat looked 
delicious, and her ass-hole was like a shiny pearl ready for the perfect 
anal fuck. "I can't believe you had the grease made up specially," she told 
Jack. 

"Oh, honey, Stella," he said. "I'm so into anal fucking that I've had beads 
of jewels made up for it." 

"What kind of beads?" she asked, spreading the grease between her buttocks. 

"Well," he told her, "I take these beads and pop them up your ass-hole, one 
at a time. Then you lay on top of me and we fuck. When you're just about to 
come, when you're ready to gush all over my rod, I pull the string of beads 
out in one long yank." He smiled. 

"Oh, Keerist," moaned Stella. "That does sound like a thrill. Wow, Uncle 
Jack, where did you discover that?" 

"Just an old college trick, my dear. Nothing spectacular." He took the tube 
of grease from her. "Let me use a bit of that, just to be sure." She took it 
back from him before he had a chance to squeeze some out. "What's the 
matter, darling?" 

"I want to suck you for a while first," she said. "Then the grease." She 
crawled off the bed to where her Uncle Jack stood with his legs spread. She 
knelt between his hairy thighs and reached up for his rod. She was at the 
perfect height for working his dick into a perfect erection. She pulled the 
meat with two hands into her face. She sucked first on the head of the cock, 
and then on the mushroom rim. She used her lips on the side of the bone, up 
along the base, and licked out his pubic forest. "Other side," she said. 
"Roll around so I can get the other side." He turned and supplied her with 
access to his butt. "Not too wet now," he cautioned. "I like it medium." 

"Sure," said Stella who knew for a fact that once she began licking his 
bunghole she would never be able to stop. She made him lean over with his 
hands on the dresser in front of him. She crouched on the bed, sat on the 
edge and had the perfect angle for comfortably reaming out his anus. "Here 
you go," she said. She palmed his hairy cheeks and pushed them out to the 
side. She looked up the narrow groove and filled it with a long stroke of 
her tongue. 

She looked again. Before it had been dry and brown looking. Now it was wet 
and shiny and whiter. She swallowed hard and went back in with one long 
stroke of her wet tongue. "You like that?" she asked, kissing his spine and 
fondling his cheeks. "Was that a nice beginning?" 

"Darling Stella," said Uncle Jack. "That's a perfect beginning." 

She smiled. "If I do something you don't like, you tell me." 

"Certainly," he said. He shook his hips and buttocks in front of her. "You 
go to work on my ass now. That will be the best thing you could do for your 
poor old Uncle Jack." He smiled and looked back over his shoulder to watch 
her go into his butt crack. 

Stella leaned forward off the side of the bed. She plunged her tongue down 
deep inside his butt tube. She worked her mouth muscle up inside his butt 
crack. Before long she was buried in ass meat. She had her long narrow mouth 
muscle all the way up his hole. She could taste the shit at the end of the 
corridor. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, extracting her tongue for a moment, "I love 
to ream out ass-holes. Especially yours, Uncle Jack." She smiled and laughed 
a bit, and then she reapplied her long wet splayed tongue to his ass-hole. 
She filled the narrow dark corridor with fresh moist saliva and tongue meat. 
"Mmmmm," she hummed, vibrating his tube. "Is that nice for you Uncle Jack?" 

"Delicious," he said. "Absolutely divine." 

She reentered. Her warm wet mouth muscle coated the entrance to the tube. 
From there she plunged deep. The first stroke was slightly weak. It didn't 
make it past the sphincter. But the second took her all the way into her 
Uncle's soft tube. "M-mm," he hummed, "just right, baby doll. Keep it 
coming." She rolled her tongue in and out of the gained territory. She felt 
his anal muscles contract around her tongue meat. She reached under his 
pelvis and took hold of his cock. Before long the slippery meat was 
throbbing with ecstasy. "Don't come yet," she told him. "You have to save 
that for my ass-hole, you know." 

"Don't worry," said Uncle Jack. "I'll do you up just right." She continued 
to fiddle with his meat while she reamed his ass-hole with her tongue. She 
used one hand to caress the spongy mushroom head, and she used the other 
hand to stroke his long thick shaft and heavy scrotum. His nuts were covered 
with chills. She went down the tube completely and then slipped her face 
lower between the backs of his thighs. She arranged her mouth so that she 
had as her next target the back of his scrotum. She reached with her tongue 
and lapped at the nut nest. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "just fucking 
right." 

Pulling his body away from Stella's face, Uncle 

Jack turned around and said: "Time for a little titty licking," he said. 
"Come here with those luscious flesh bombs of yours." She crawled up along 
his torso so that her titties dropped over his face. He reached up with his 
hands and kneaded the flesh of her long mammaries. She plunged downward and 
her nipple and part of her boob filled his mouth. He used his lips to rub 
and massage whatever nipple and tit meat was there in his face. "Mmmmm," she 
sighed, "that's the way alright. That's getting me so fucking hot." Her heat 
showed in her chest. It was red and burning bright. There was a blush in her 
face as well. She began to sweat a little. "You know," she told him, "much 
more of this and I'll be orgasmic." 

"You hold off a little while," said Jack. "Got to be sure that you're 
properly fucked and ready, eh?" He reached one hand down to her twat while 
he continued to work her nipple with his lips. He used his long bony finger 
to rub her clitoris. Before long she was sweating out of her vagina. The 
ooze leaked down into his hand. "Good," he said. "You're getting hot just 
the right amount. I can feel it coming." He pushed his finger deeper in her 
pussy. The slippery folds of cunt flesh wrapped around his digit and 
squeezed on its as though his finger was a penis. "Very, very good. Just 
right," said Jack. "I think you're going to be good and hot." 

He pushed her up onto his joint. Her hips fell around his gouging hog. His 
meat slid up into her body. "Just a quick phallus rub down from the inside 
of that twat hole and then we'll go onto other things, eh?" He smiled and 
probed the inside of her young body with his long penis. "You like that?" 

"I love it," she said. "I love that meat in my twat. You kidding? The only 
thing better is beef in my you know what." She blushed and leaned down, rode 
him like a jockey does a horse. She filled his face with her tongue and 
pressed her boobies against his chest. She rubbed from side to side, both 
against his torso and against his cock. She used her cunt to squeeze and 
roll his meat and her titties to roll on and rub at his hairy, muscular 
chest. "Ahhh, honey," he told her, "you do the best job." Her lovely mammary 
flesh rubbed smoothly against his body. "I love it," he moaned, "I love it." 


She slid up and down on his cock, getting him hard and greasy for the final 
event, his dick up her ass-hole.. "You tell me," she said, "when you're 
ready." 

He smiled and said: "I'm ready." 

She lifted up off of his cock. Her slippery wet twat juiced closed and she 
crawled up off of his body onto her belly. "Come and get it, Jack," she told 
him. 

"Stick it in my ass-hole now." 

He climbed up between the backs of her legs. "You hold onto the head of the 
bed, young darlin', because I want to be sure you get the proper fuck this 
time." She reached out and held onto the head of the bed as he directed. She 
had a good level grip so that her titties hung straight down from her chest. 
"like this?" she asked. He inspected and she was, indeed, in the right 
position. 

Jack lifted his rod and placed it on the back of her butt. He rubbed a few 
strokes into her crack and then he reached for the tube of grease. "Just 
another minute more," he told her. "I got to make sure that you have the 
right position and the right grease. I want you so wet and slippery that my 
cock will fit in and out like greased lightning." He squeezed a massive 
amount of juice down along her butt. He spread it with his fingers. Up and 
down the groove went the slippery juice. Then he pushed a gob into her 
ass-hole. He jammed forward and supplied her with a long steady prod from 
his finger. He bunched up her sphincter and then passed through it. He 
filled her anus with his digit. "Good," he said, just testing out the 
strength and size of her hole. "Just the way it should be." 

He rolled his finger several times inside teenage Stella's butt tube. The 
thing had curves and muscles unique to her rump only. He played with these 
muscles, made sure they were good and juicy, for his long hot beef. Then he 
spread goo on his dick. He made sure there was grease, as well as saliva, 
all over his cock. Soon, after he was all buttered up, he prepared to enter. 
"Now for the screwing you been waiting for, honey." He lifted his prong to 
the entrance. He shot forward and in one easy plunge was lodged in her 
ass-hole. He had the entire tube wrapped securely around his mighty and 
powerful flesh prong. "That's really good," he told her. "That's gonna make 
things just right." 

He pushed on her butt, forcing her tube down the length of his rod. He ended 
up back at the entrance. He stroked forward again, and penetrated back to 
his initial position. He had her so full of cock meat that she could barely 
move without giving his rod some excellent stimulation. "Now," he said. "Now 
you got the fuck-stick so good in your rump that you'll never forget what 
it's like." 

She looked around over her shoulder and saw that Jack's terrific meat was 
fully buried in her ass-hole. "You really got it in there," she said 
observing the place where his cock was entered in her anus. "I can see how 
big and thick it is." 

She would have said more but he grabbed her by the nape of the neck and 
forced her head down between her arms. Before long he was twisting her 
buttocks with his mighty flesh sword. The jumbo cock reamed her ass-hole 
with several long slippery strokes in a row. Her ass-hole might have been 
tight, but it was also slippery and wet and greasy enough that he could 
thrust in and out, just so long as he didn't come past the sphincter. 
"Oooh," she grunted with each thrust, "ooooh, God fuck shit piss!! " 

"Yes, Stella," said Uncle Jack, "this is the way it should be." He watcher 
her hands, wrapped around the bed board grip so tight that the knuckles 
turned white. "Nice," he said. "Very, very nice." She pulled her butt from 
one direction to the other. She revolved her anus on his giant meat. Soon 
she was feeling the gush rise up in her pussy. Her cunt was getting hot. And 
Jack hadn't ignored it, either. He had a hand inside, a finger working her 
clitoris into frenzy. "Goood," he grunted. "Very, very good." He sloshed his 
finger in and out of her slippery wet flesh cave. He kept her pussy moving 
slowly back and forth around his long bony digit. She couldn't very well do 
anything but enjoy herself. "This is the best yet," she told her Uncle as 
the juice poured from her clit and twat insides. "The best yet." 

"I thought you might like that," said Uncle Jack. He jammed forward, his 
meat twisting and jerking inside the young girl's lovely butt snatch. He had 
most of his long prick so deeply entrenched in her muscular butt that even 
the stem was out of sight. He continued to rock her pelvis by letting go of 
her neck and cunt and putting both hands on her rump. He massaged the cheeks 
around the stem of his cock. He worked the head of his meat even deeper into 
her shit canyon. He could feel the mushy feces below. His cock must have 
been buried in shit and colon. Her long muscles milked on his rod and before 
long he was ready to fire. 

"I can feel you throbbing!" Stella Sommer exclaimed. "Are you ... oooooh, 
yes, you are coming," she moaned. "Isn't that something!" The juice flooded 
the anal reservoir and the damn burst. Come came spurting out her back end 
around his pole. There was so much shit-juice and clit juice and sperm 
liquid that it leaked profusely from her ass-hole around the base of his 
cock. Even the tight little sphincter muscle couldn't keep it all in. The 
flood spread down her ass cheeks and under her hips, along her pussy and 
down her loins. He reached for that tender juicy flesh and kneaded it with 
his long bony fingers. Meanwhile, he kept his orgasmic hog flowing in and 
out of her rump. "God damn fuck," shouted Uncle Jack, "this is it." He fired 
off one more spurt and that was the end of his first load in lovely Stella's 
hot rump box. 

Yanking his rod out of the hole, he showed it to her. "Look at that, my 
lovely young thing. Did you ever see such a perfect beef specimen?" 

She inspected his crotch muscle. She gave close scrutiny, bringing her mouth 
only inches from the fuck-stick to his lap. She looked at the bony ridges, 
she watched the still pulsing veins filling the head with fresh blood, 
removing the old. She watched an additional drop of come appear on the head 
of the meat. She waited for the command that she knew would follow: "Lick 
it," said Uncle Jack. "Clean if off." 

She spread her tongue around the shit-covered meat. She used the lips and 
tongue of her mouth to suck off the head first. She went around and around 
the rim of the crown of the mushroom head. Her mouth was hot and wet, and 
her tongue muscle was quick and alive to his every boner need. She licked 
all along the stem. And then she even coiled her deft muscle around the base 
of his hog. She wet it all down. His joint was so juicy he could have slid 
it into a knot hole and not come out with splinters. He had a long stiff 
erection, and neither Stella nor Uncle Jack wanted to let it go to waste. 
"What now?" she asked. 

"Now for the dildo," he said. "Now we just use something artificial to get 
you going again and then 

I'll ply you with old muscle number one for good luck. Second time's a 
charm, they say." 

He reached over the side of the bed and located his very sophisticated 
dildo. It was an electric handle that looked something like an iron. For it, 
however, there were several attachments. One was for body massage. Another 
device fit on the head of the machine and was used for rolling around on 
soft surfaces like the scalp or the shoulder or titties. A third was 
business only, devised especially for needy cunts and hairy ass-holes. For 
especially tight anus muscles there was a last attachable prong that fitted 
onto the machine and could be applied to such places. There were four 
settings to the machine, and most importantly to Stella and Uncle Jack, 
there was a battery mechanism that made it so that they didn't have to get 
tangled up in chords and electrical wires. He put on the device for 
ass-holes and showed it to Stella. "Look big enough?" 

"Just right," she said, stroking her finger across the nozzle. "Just a 
little lubrication and we'll be all set, eh?" ' 

He spread goo across the head of the plastic cock. "Now," he said, switching 
the thing onto full speed and full force, "you bend over and I'll give you 
everything you've ever dreamed for your butt. And then some." She leaned 
over and he slowly but surely inserted the vibrating device. He plunged it 
down deep in her butt. Soon he couldn't see the nozzle at all. He knew it 
was doing good work, however, as it revolved and buzzed in her butt, because 
Stella's wailing ranged from pure screech to out and out obscenity. Jack 
couldn't help but remember the first time he'd fucked a woman up the 
ass-hole. The screams and the words were something like Stella's just now. 
The woman was black and as much a novice as he was. He wasn't using a dildo 
either. He was just stuffing his long flesh prong up her butt, and she could 
hardly move she was so full of his beef. And when she did she cried out 
painfully. But at the end, as it would turn out with Stella now, too, she 
was nothing but grateful. He jammed the pecker in deep. "Enough vibration 
darling?" 

"Oh, God, fuck, yes!" she moaned. Her ass-hole was revolving in circles. Her 
soft rump shivered with every slosh from the machine. Her skin was all 
bright red with desire. Her lusty appetite for anal fucking was finally 
getting stuffed full. "I loye it," she said. "I love that fucking vibrator. 
Can you use your cock, too?" she asked. "Stick that machine up my cunt and 
use your dick in my butt?" She was nearly begging for it. "Of course, my 
dear," said Uncle Jack. "Consider it done." 

He pulled the machine out of her ass-hole and turned it off. He wiped it 
with tissue so that he wouldn't be sticking a lot of shit up her cunt. Then 
he took his joint and greased it up again. He made sure her tube was wide 
open. He figured it would be best to stick his cock up her butt first, and 
then apply the machine. 

"Hurry," she moaned, "before I go down. Come on and stuff it in." 

He pulled up his cock and located it at the entrance of her butt tube. The 
smooth tapered entrance felt like pure slick flesh. He loved the sensation 
of that round orifice getting tighter and tighter around his dick as he 
entered. The more he went in, the tighter the muscle was. "Mmmmmm," he 
hummed to her, "that's just right." He rolled her hips, by holding her with 
his hands, and made sure that he slipped all the way down. He used leverage 
from his pumping and grinding groin to fill her up. "Oh, God, yes," she 
complimented him on his technique, "that's the way." 

He picked up the machine, once he was securely lodged in her ass-hole, and 
he applied the dildo to her twat. It was wet and sloppy in there, hot and 
greasy, and she was begging him to stick it all the way up inside. He jammed 
it high and scraped along her fresh clit erection. "O.k., baby," he told 
her, "here you go." He switched it on. The machine whirred at full speed. 
Uncle Jack hadn't bothered with the slower gears. He'd gone right to full 
power. 

Thus young Stella Sommer had her butt filled with the man's crotch muscle 
and her cunt stirred with the egg-beater. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "I fucking 
love it." She was all red and sweaty and she could barely hold still. 
Shivers shook her body and chills were spreading in all directions across 
her body. She wondered if she was coming, or if she was just shaking from 
the terrific stimulation in all parts of her body. She couldn't tell where 
her body began and where it ended. "Jesus fuck," she moaned. "I don't 
understand. It's too fucking incredible to believe." 

Her pink flesh flushed with excitement. Blood ran to her brain. She screamed 
in delight. She couldn't control her body at all. At one point, she was so 
turned on that she lost control of her urine. She pissed over the vibrating 
machine and down her Uncle's hand. "Oh, God," she said, "I'm sorry. 'I 
didn't know. I..." 

"That's alright," he said. "You're just so hot. Don't worry about it. Just 
concentrate on feeling good." He kept the machine in place. He had it buried 
to the hilt in her cunt, and his cock was throbbing in her rump. Her 
buttocks shook from side to side in no particular pattern. She looked like 
someone who had lost complete control of their body. The more he plunged his 
meat and the mechanical penis into her two fleshy holes, the more she shook 
with hot and cold chills. She sweated from her brown and her titties were 
shaking like piles of jello. She couldn't control her body at all. She fell 
of f of his joint with the vibrator in her hands and cunt. Uncle Jack let go 
of the thing and she yanked it from her twat and shoved it up her ass-hole. 
He watched her go through the contortions of orgasm. The young woman was 
oblivious to his presence. She jammed the dildo in and out of her hot anal 
hole screaming, "Oooooh, ahhhhhh, fuck shit piss cunt ass-hole shit fuck me 
fuck..." 

When she finally regained consciousness she saw the dildo next to her legs 
and her Uncle smiling as though he'd expected it all along. "Did you come?" 
she asked. Then, before he answered, she looked down at his cock. It was 
dripping wet with jism and shit juice. "You must have come but I don't 
remember when." 

He smiled. "You were out cold and I took, shall we say, a simple liberty?" 

"Oh, good," she said weakly. "I was afraid it wouldn't be good for you 
unless you got off too. I'm glad you did that." The jism was dripping from 
her ass-hole. Her cunt leaked gush. Her lips were torn open, one held back 
from her twat all together. "I don't know what happened," she said. "It was 
like an earthquake. I was coming and that's all I know. I like it like that. 
It's kind of like something special. I sort of wonder how it happens. One 
minute I'm there, and the next I'm not. I turned to juice. I like that feel 
in my butt. It's like when you eat me there. The feel of your tongue, it 
just turns me on. I don't know. It's sure something special. I wonder if 
I'll get it that way again. I sure hope so." She smiled, having regained her 
composure. She was still blushing all over, but she had caught her breath. 
"Do you want me to eat you or something?" 

"If you like." He sat down on the bed and she crawled over into his lap. She 
took his meat in her hands and rubbed the sides of the shaft. She took the 
head in her face and licked the shit juice and clit juice and sperm off. She 
scraped the sides of the bone. "Is it good for you like this?" she asked 
during a breather. "Is it really good when you fuck my ass?" 

"There's nothing quite like it," said Jack. He held her head in his hands. 
"I like it very much. I like it as much as you like having it up there. 
Don't you know that?" 

"I always wonder," she said. Then she went down on his hog and thoroughly 
cleaned his meat. "Sometimes," she said in a whisper to his meaty prick, "I 
wonder if you really like me." She spoke to his prick as if it had a brain 
and a mind and legs and as if it were a little person. "Sometimes I wonder 
if you really like being in my butt hole. I don't know." She leaned forward 
and kissed Uncle Jack's mushroom head. "Maybe," she said to the mushroom 
meat, "maybe you'll fuck my butt again?" She thought she heard the meat say: 
"No doubt about it." It was Uncle Jack who assured her of yet another anal 
fuck. 

XII 

Stella and Uncle Jack didn't bother getting out of bed for the rest of the 
day. Nor for the rest of the night, either. And Mrs. Sommer and Curt Wilson 
didn't manage to leave Curt's apartment until the next day. 

So when Curt and Verna Sommer showed up at the house they found the living 
room empty. "I wonder where everyone is," said Verna. She casually walked 
through the house and opened the door to her bedroom. There, sprawled naked, 
not really to her surprise, were Stella and Jack. They were half-asleep, and 
just a little taken aback by the unexpected presence of Stella's mother. 
Jack started to make excuses, but none were possible. Strewn around the room 
were dildos and creams, bottles of oil, dirty sheets and underwear, greasy 
towels. The place looked like a typhoon orgy had landed there and never 
left. "Mom," said Stella, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" 

Stella stopped apologizing because just then Curt 

Wilson appeared at her mother's side. "Curt!" she exclaimed. "What the 
hell?" She blushed. It dawned on her at last. While she had been making time 
with her mother's boyfriend, Jack, Mrs. Sommer had been doing the same with 
her boyfriend, Curt. "I'll be damned," said Uncle Jack, the only person not 
very surprised. "Isn't that something?! " 

"Yeah," said Curt as he started to take off his belt. "It looks to me like 
it's about time you and I, Mr. Uncle Jack Stawder, had a man to man talk." 

"Now wait a second, Curt," said both Sommer women. "There's no need for 
violence." 

"I don't think we're talking about violence," said Mr. Stawder. He wrapped a 
sheet around himself and got up out of bed. "Shall we, Mr. Wilson?" They 
excused themselves from the dumbfounded women and went to the living room 
where they whispered together. "I think," said Jack, "that it's an excellent 
idea. It'll teach both women a lesson." Jack nodded. "For sure," he said. 
"It's just what they need." Jack chortled. "It'll be the best either of them 
ever got, eh?" Curt laughed. "The best!" Then they returned to the bedroom. 

"Alright ladies," said Curt. "Get ready. You're going to have some of the 
best anal sex you ever did see." 

"What?" said Stella. "I don't get it." 

"You will," said Jack, letting his sheet fall to the floor. His cock hung 
down limp but greasy. "It's going to be a little party." He grabbed Mrs. 
Sommer by the wrist. "You first, my sweet old fashioned love. You will do 
the breaking in honors." 

"Now wait a second," said Mrs. Sommer. "I don't know if this is quite 
right." But Curt grabbed her by the arms and kicked the bedroom door shut. 
"Stay put, Stella," he said. "Just stay right there. We're going to give 
your mother a special treat." He held her arms back behind her while Uncle 
Jack began unbuttoning her blouse. "Look at those lovely mature mammaries," 
said Jack as he arrived at Verna's open chest. He leaned forward while Jack 
held her and he kissed her titties. He rolled one nipple between his lips. 
His tongue caressed the surface of her chest. She blushed loudly and turned 
crimson from belly to face. "No," she said, "this isn't fair at all." She 
tried to wiggle free, but her squirming only made her tits that much more 
attractive to Jack's hot tongue. "Just hold her still for another moment, 
Curt, and I'll have her boobs sucked up just right." He pulled the nipple 
into his face and a good portion of breast along with it. He tongued the 
lovely soft tissue and then rubbed his face between the two heating tits. 

"I get it," said Stella. "They're gonna have you. 

Both of them and I'm gonna get to watch." 

Curt winked at Jack. "That's right, isn't it Jack. She figured it all out." 

Jack nodded in agreement. "Stella sure does know us," he said. He unzipped 
Stella's mother's skirt. He pulled the thing off of her legs. "Now we have 
to get the panties, my old and faithful lover. And then we'll have ourselves 
a little eating session, eh?" He pulled her silky drawers down. Her dark 
beaver was sweating juice even though she was screaming about how unfair it 
was. He reached down between her healthy lips and pushed his long bony 
finger into her cunt. Her clitoris was upright and ready for the feel of his 
finger. He rubbed it and tweaked it and went sliding in and out of her 
fleshy folds of pussy tissue. "Mmmmm," he said, feeling her up all the way 
back to the most remote canyon, "she does have a luscious cunt." 

Curt turned her around. "What about this, though?" he said to Jack. "Don't 
you want to get a little feel in there, too?" 

"You bet I do," said Jack. "But maybe Stella would like to eat it first." 

Stella blushed. "Hey, wait a second ... . " But before she could protest, 
Jack grabbed her by the wrist. "Get down on it, sweetheart," said Jack, "and 
eat out mommy's butt hole." He forced her, on the edge of the bed, to bend 
her face between her mother's ass cheeks. "Now lick," he said. 

Stella pretended that her mother's ass-hole was a man's bald butt tube. She 
worked her tongue up and down the smooth crack. She wet down everything that 
Jack told her to, and then some. She pushed her tongue into the anus and 
washed it with her mouth muscle. "Mmmmm," she told her Mom, "it really 
tastes good, Mom. Maybe they know what they're doing." But then she tried to 
break away. Jack grabbed her easily. "Nice try, young darlin', but not good 
enough. Back into Mommy's ass-hole." He pushed Stella's tongue and face into 
Mrs. Sommer's bunghole. "You'll get yours," cried Mrs. Sommer. "I swear." 
But she had to admit that the feel of her daughter's tongue up her butt was 
quite nice and very stimulating. Soon she began to roll her buttocks back 
and forth around Stella's smooth face. "Ahhhhh," she groaned finally, "I'm 
getting so fucking hot. It's just not fair, but I'm getting turned on. 

Stella looked up. "Me, too, Mom," she said. "Me, too." She buried her face 
once more in Mrs. Sommer's butt. She licked up and down the groove and then 
she dove lower. She went for the anus with all her might. She was not 
pretending when she stuck her long wet narrow muscle up her mother's 
ass-hole tube. She filled the delicate sphincter with the tip of her tongue 
and went even deeper. Mrs. Sommer leaned forward, in Curt Wilson's grip, and 
her ass-hole opened wider. Stella took advantage of the new space and jammed 
her mouth muscle even further into her mother's sweet ass-hole. The 
sphincter spread open and long, involuntarily contracting muscles flexed 
vigorously. "Mmmmmm," hummed Mrs. Sommer. "It's so nice and juicy, darling. 
I'm sorry that it feels so good. It just does." 

"Mom," said Stella, "I love it. Don't worry about a thing." She kept eating 
out her mother's ass-hole. She licked the fleshy buttocks, the sap producing 
hole below, and then again she sucked with her lips around the anus and 
punched it with her long soft tongue. "Nice," said Jack. "Now for something 
a little more vigorous for your mother. Get the dildo." 

"Oh, yes," said Stella. "You would think of that." 

"Don't be nasty, child," said Uncle Jack. "Your mother will like it as much 
as you." 

While Stella fetched the dildo, Jack and Curt spread out Mrs. Sommer on the 
bed. They held her down and spread out her ass-hole. "It's not like I'm a 
prisoner," she protested their cruel pressure on her arms and legs. "I kind 
of like this thing, you know." 

"Just to be safe," said Curt, "we'll keep holding you. You don't want to 
squirm away from ecstasy. 

We're just helping." 

"Just helping," repeated Jack with a smile. "Got the machine, Stella?" 

Stella came over with the battery operated dildo. "Put it in full gear," 
said Curt. "And stuff her." 

Stella threw the device into high gear. It whirred loudly. She greased it in 
her own cunt, something the men hadn't asked for, but in the interest of her 
mother's save ass-hole, she'd done it anyhow. Then she poked the nozzle, as 
directed by Curt, into Mrs. Sommer's butt tube. "Give me that," said Curt, 
holding Stella by the wrist and the dildo in the other hand. "Let me give it 
to her right." He revolved the anus probe with his hard pressing palm and 
hand. He shoved it down deep in Mrs. Sommer's butt tube. 

"Keerist," she moaned. "It's too fucking much. You have to slow down. 
Please. Give me breathing time. Please." But Curt just smiled and jammed 
harder. He rubbed the thing in and out of her butt. The further out he came 
with the mechanical cock, the deeper down he went when he went back in. 
"Now," he said, watching Mrs. Sommer squirm, "I think she's getting some 
real fine anal action there." He rubbed the device in and out so fast and 
hard that it couldn't help but make Stella, just from watching, crimson with 
blush. "Hot shit," she said. "Mom's really getting it fucked up her 
ass-hole." 

"Yes," said Jack, "that she is." He took over with the machine. "I'll take 
care of her for a minute," he told Curt. "You hold onto young Stella there 
and make sure she doesn't do anything foolish." Jack took the machine in two 
fists and plunged it full force down Mrs. Sommer's butt. "Ooooh, God shit 
piss fuck!" she wailed. "You're fucking trying to kill me." He continued to 
plunge the machine up and down in her ass-hole. "Just another minute more, 
and you'll be home free," he said. He reached with one hand under her pelvis 
and came up between the lips of her vagina. "There we are," he said locating 
her erect clit, "just what the doctor ordered." A minute later, despite the 
agony of it, Mrs. Sommer was gushing in climax. "Jesus, fuck!" she wailed. 
"It's turning out good." Jack pulled the mechanical penis out of Mrs. 
Sommer's shit tube. He rolled his cock up to her butt and penetrated with 
it. Into the spread meaty sphincter went his cock. He joined his groin with 
her blushing-pink ass cheeks. "Now just a taste of the real McCoy," he 
moaned, "and you'll be a free woman, Verna. Remember this?" 

He pounded down and his joint went slamming into the most remote portion of 
her anal cavity. He filled her tube with his real and solidly rigid flesh 
stick. His fuck penis was driving her wild. She squirmed around on his pole. 
"Oh, Jesus, yes," she moaned. "I love that rod in my ass-hole," she 
hollered. "I love it. Give it to me hard, Jack. You know how I like it! Give 
it to me really hard." 

He pumped her with his rigid penis. He gave her as much of his tremendous 
throbbing organ as he thought she could handle. Then, at the crucial moment 
for him, he reached around and grabbed her luscious titties. He held on 
tight and pinched her nipples. He rubbed his dick in and out of her ass 
pussy. A minute later he was juicing up her butt tube. "Hot fucking damn," 
she moaned. "Oh, God, keep it coming." 

But as soon as Jack finished spurting inside Verna's butt, he pulled his 
long beef, spent though it was, out of her ass organ and turned to Stella. 
"Lick your mother's juice off my penis, darling. Please be a good child and 
clean me up." He grabbed her from Curt who took over in Mrs. Sommer's ass. 
She didn't even know what had happened. Another cock was flying up her butt 
tube. She was rotating to her side when his meaty rod slammed her down, 
nailed her back to the bed again on her belly. "Oh, shit, fuck!" she cried. 
"What do you think you're doing?" 

"Ho, ho, ho," said Curt Wilson. "I don't think I'm doing anything. I know 
I'm fucking your ass-hole. What do you think you're doing? Ho, ho, ha, ha, 
ha." He jammed hard. His meat went deep, easily as far into Mrs. Sommer's 
rump and cylinder of flesh as Jack's had. He pushed and shoved and held onto 
her trim revolving hips with his strong hands. "Just got to be sure you get 
the most out of this fuck, baby. Just the most." He began to throb inside 
Verna's ass-hole. He pushed hard and now his meat was streaming out come, 
too. He flooded the hot rear box with all his juice. He made sure she was 
full of jism. Then he yanked his twitching ass-eaten fuck-stick out of her 
anus and turned to Jack. "My turn in that cunt's mouth," said Curt 

"Right you are," said Jack. He pulled his cleaned penis out of young 
Stella's lovely wet lips and showed the empty space to Curt. "There you go, 
my man. She's all yours." Curt stepped up to the open orifice and slapped 
his rod between Stella's young lips. "Suck," he told her. "And lick. And it 
better be good, too." 

She was hot enough, despite the force with which Jack had been banging her 
face, that she could enjoy Curt's strong meat, too. She rolled her tongue 
along the surface of the spongy head. She jammed her lips down around the 
base of the hog. Finally, she used her tongue to lick the underside of 
Curt's tough meat. She went and kissed his nuts, too, and finally he turned 
around and showed her his ass-hole. "Get that part too, kid. And you'll be 
half-way there." 

"What do you mean 'half-way'? " balked Stella Sommer. "I thought this was 
it." 

"Ha, ha, ha," said Jack. "That's rich." 

Curt smiled and said: "Eat my ass-hole and you'll find out the rest." She 
leaned forward and tongued his hairy butt hole. She pressed her long wet 
mouth organ into his ass cheeks. She found his anus and pushed in deep. She 
reamed him out from stem to stern and before she could say that she was all 
done, he turned around and picked her up. He flopped her down on the bed on 
her belly. "What the hell?" she screamed. "I don't know what you think 
you're doing-" 

"Don't you see?" said Mrs. Sommer. "They're going to fuck you, too." 

"Well," said Stella, rubbing her titties and starting to sit up, "you guys 
don't have to be so nasty about it." But before she could turn completely 
around, Curt had pinned her arms. He sat with his crotch over the nape of 
her neck, facing her butt. "You go first, Jack. I'll hold her." 

"Slide up a bit, my man," said Jack. "I got to have room to get in there." 
Curt slid up and still held onto young Stella's arms. Jack mounted from the 
rear. "Oh, yes," he sighed, sliding up Stella's hot little anus hole, "she 
has such a perfectly contoured butt cave. I can never get over it." 

"Oh, God," she groaned. "You're going too deep." 

"Never too deep, darling," said Jack. "Remember that. That's Jack's motto: 
'Never too deep'. " He pushed his pelvis close to her butt and his cock went 
sliding in another important inch. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted but there was 
nothing she could do to have him slow down. Now matter what she screamed, no 
matter how she squirmed, Jack persisted in penetrating to the bottom of her 
ass-hole. His spongy mushroom head filled up her most inner anal cavity. 
"Mmmmmm," he hummed, "just fucking right." He reached under her body with 
his hands and with one hand cupped a lovely pendular titty and with the 
other rubbed at her clitoris. He felt up her flesh twat and enjoyed every 
inch of sloppy greasy skin. It was all nice and easy sliding, both for his 
finger and for his cock in the tight space of her ass-hole-cunt. "Ahhhhh," 
he sighed eventually, "get ready, my dear. It's going to be a pudding flood 
in a minute." He jammed hard, pressed down with his muscle, and began to 
spurt. 

"Oh, my fucking Lord," she wailed. "I don't God damn fucking believe that 
you are..." She took a look in front of her and saw stars. She passed out. 
When she came too Jack was still pumping jism and his beef into her butt. 
"Keerist!" she wailed. "Give me a break." 

Jack pulled his hog out of her ass-hole. "I think I've shot mine, Curt. You 
care to go for a dip?" 

"Don't mind if I do," said Curt. Had he a hat he would have tipped it. He 
mounted young Stella. There was no need to hold her down anymore. She was 
passive, had submitted to the anal fucking. Were she able to speak-and her 
great passion made this impossible-she'd have told about despite the force 
how she was enjoying herself. She loved a good hot cock up her anus, and two 
made it that much better. She braced herself slightly and Curt's penis took 
over from there. 

"Uuuuuuuhh," she grunted, "please go easy. That's all, Curt. Just go easy." 

But Curt had no such intentions. He slammed and pounded his hips into her 
butt tube. His jackhammer butt slapped him forward. His propelling cock went 
twisting down deep inside young Stella's teenage butt hole twat. "Mmmmm," he 
hummed, once he was securely in place, "this is just about perfect." 

Jack was over in the corner comforting Mrs. Sommer. "Are you o.k., Verna?" 
She nodded and said: "No thanks to you two." He shook his head. "I thought 
for sure that you'd enjoy it, dear one. After all, how often is it that you 
get two of the best anal fucks ever in one day, eh?" He reached for a box of 
tissues and gave them to her. She wiped her face and then they both looked 
up and watched Curt finish off Stella's rear end. 

"Uuuuhh," he was grunting. "Uuuumph!! " He pumped his beef hard and long. 
The stroke was powerful, the thrust incredible. He made her ass-hole into a 
meat sandwich. His beef was the meat, her buns the bread. He spread her 
cheeks with his hands and dug into the trench with full force. He rubbed her 
buttocks with the palms of his hands so that every available inch of soft, 
smooth rump meat was properly rubbed, massaged and folded into place around 
his penetrating joint. 

"Uuuuuhh," grunted young Stella. "It's so fucking large!" 

Curt's fat meat struck pay dirt. He entered the bottom anal cavity. Then he 
released his hold on her smooth ass cheeks and slid his palms around on the 
front of her pelvis. He arrived with his fingers crawling through her bush. 
He landed the vaginal lips open. They were greasy and spread easily. He 
pumped a finger into her cunt and screwed her with it. He fucked her 
clitoris with his knuckle. Before she could even think about squirming in 
any direction, he had a hand jammed around the nape of her sweaty neck. He 
rubbed her face down into the pillow. "Wow," he said, "you're good, honey. 
Really good." 

She tried to pull away and this motion only served to stimulate his cock 
more than ever. He rubbed and pumped deep. Her anus was swollen with fat 
prick beef. She couldn't move. He screwed her hard and long. His flesh prong 
tacked her solidly to the bed. She thought she could feel the head of his 
meat coming out her throat. Her bowels burned and itched with the feel of 
his long flesh sword nailing her into oblivion. 

"Uuuuuhh, God!" she screamed. "It's too fucking much!" 

He pumped harder. He throbbed. His meat twitched. She felt him begin to 
swell with desire. His jism was about to pound out and down into her anal 
cavity. He lifted up and let her squirm. She rolled her long tubular anal 
muscle across his phallus. He started pulsing. 

The tremendous load of jism flooded her bowels. She rolled right and left, 
finally in ecstasy to feel her ass-hole loose with new sticky juice. She 
felt every squirt of hot come loading up her bowels. It was a long, full wad 
of come that puddled inside her body, in her anal cavity. His meat continued 
to throb. She rocked and rolled and contracted her sphincter so as to milk 
the thickest portion of his hefty wedge. "Uuuuhhh," she groaned. "Oh, God, 
fucking-a!! " She squirmed and the meaty flesh, rigid as ever, fired off yet 
another sperm bullet. "Oh, Keeerist!" she hollered. "Curt, I love you. I 
love your fucking ass, man. I love you when you fill me with beef in my 
rump. Man, I love you forever for this." She reached back and played with 
his hot nuts while he finished dumping his semen juice load in her ass-hole 
cavern. 

When it was all over Curt Wilson yanked his rod from the shit tube. "There 
you have it," he said. "Just the anal fuck you were looking for, baby doll. 
From both of us." 

Curt looked up over at Jack, Uncle Jack, and he saw that Mrs. Sommer's long 
lost lover had his finger up her ass-hole. She sat on his hand and she was 
telling Jack how much she loved him, how the day's sex had taught her a 
lesson. She was telling him that anything he did up her ass-hole was going 
to be wonderful, that she would always love him. Jack was using his one free 
hand to play with Mrs. Sommer's fine long mammaries. He was tweaking one of 
the nipples and rubbing the breast. He started milking it and smiling. 
"Yes," he had to admit, "it was a rather successful day as far as anal sex 
was concerned. And as for you and our love, my dear. I'll never forget the 
feel of your wonderful tight ass-hole around my hog." 

Curt snorted: "Mush. Nothing but mush," Stella grabbed him around the neck. 
"It's not so bad," she said. She pulled him down on top of her. "I like to 
hear that kind of thing myself every once in a while." She stuffed his mouth 
with her tongue. "Not me," said Curt, pulling away. "I like hot anal sex and 
I like pumping my meat up a good tight shit hole. Other than that, you can 
have it." 

"Well," said Stella, "let me see your dick." She pushed him up off her body 
and found her way into his crotch. She had him on his back. She pushed his 
juice covered penis into her mouth. She licked the head and the mushroom 
crown in particular. She worked over the stem and the base, but she went 
back and concentrated especially on the sensitive red tip. Then she smacked 
her lips off his wet joint and said: "If you really like anal fucking that 
much, I think you should shove this thing you know where right now!" 

Curt smiled. "You bet, honey," he said. "You bet your ass I will!" He 
flipped her over on her smooth hips. He took one look at her long smooth 
comely legs and reached up to her buttocks. He spread the ass cheeks wide 
apart. He could see her juicy anus. He pulled up close to the entrance and 
slid his thick joint down the tube. "Uuuuuuuhhh," grunted Stella Sommer, 
"that thing is bigger than ever!" 

"It certainly is," noted Uncle Jack in response to 

Mrs. Sommer who had said the same thing about his erect penis. "Don't you 
think it's time I stuffed you up again, my darling?" She smiled and turned 
around. She showed him her lovely contoured moon globes which he found 
irresistible. He picked up his meat, split her ass in two, and plunged, with 
one long thrust down deep inside the splendid orifice. The sphincter spread 
open to accommodate his thick fuck-stick, and long, smooth muscles went to 
Work milking the hot come out of his joint. It was the end, and the 
beginning, too, of their fabulous Anal Reunion. 


THE END
