Claire Castillo - The anal wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'd completely forgotten about that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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