Claire Castillo - The anal wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not a bad idea," said Susan. "Let's do it."

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

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

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