Claire Castillo - The anal wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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