Claire Castillo - The anal wife

"I doubt it," she said. But she had to admit that there was a flow of juice from her cunt that was so plentiful that it couldn't be denied. She was puddling on the sheets under her belly, even though her asshole still ached from the driving pressure of his finger in her tube. "I don't know if I'll ever really like it," she said, "but it sure is different."

She climbed out of the bed. "Where you going?" he asked. "I got a hard-on a mile long here."

"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I have to go to the bathroom." He watched her smooth hips and long legs carry her lovely ass cheeks out of the room. She closed the door to the john behind her and locked it. Taking a mirror from the vanity table, she spread her legs and lifted the piece of reflecting glass to an angle that afforded her a view of her buns and the little brown hole between. She saw the tight ring of muscle and the shiny juice around it. "Well," she mumbled to herself, "it certainly doesn't look, like it's been wounded or anything." She put the mirror aside and took out a tube of lubricant from the medicine cabinet. "Maybe he'll be pleasantly surprised if I bring this stuff back with me." She flicked out the light and went back to the bedroom.

"Charley," she said, climbing into the bed along side him with the tube of grease out of sight, "maybe, well, I've been thinking. Maybe it would be better for us to get it all out of the way at once. You know what I mean?"

Charley smiled. "Good baby," he said. "That's the kind of thinking a man likes to hear from his wife I'll go get some grease and…" She showed him the tube of lubricant. "Hey," he, said, "now you're using your head." He took the tube from her and twisted off the cap. "This stuff will make it so easy. You won't believe it."

She rolled over without his asking. "I hope it's good," she said. "If it hurts too much will you pull out when I say so?"

"Of course, darling," said Charley, really not paying much attention to what he was saying. He spread a thin line of ooze down into the narrow brown crack. "There," he said, "just the way it should be." He put the tube aside and used his finger to work the ooze into the area around her anus. "Have to be sure to get the hole nice and greasy," he said. He used his index finger to push the sphincter full of lubricant. He packed the stuff in – not really all that much of it but enough to be sure – and wiped his fingers on her slick cheeks.

"I think it's going to be alright," said Susan, shaking her fanny just for the hell of it. "Does it look good to you?". She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks open with two hands.

"It looks perfect," said Charley. He leaned down and inspected the narrow groove and the hole embedded in the folds of her ass flesh. "It's a perfect little entrance there. It's gonna be just right. You wait and see."

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"You want me to put some lubricant on your penis?"

"That's right," said Charley. His wife rolled over and took the tube and some of the grease from it. "Go on," he said, "and lubricate my big boner, baby. Make it nice and soft and slippery." She spread her fingers out and wrapped them around his big meat. She stroked the grease into the ridges of his hefty cock. She kneaded the flesh of his boner until the whole thing shined. "That's the way, Susan," he said. "Get it nice and ready." Soon she was using two hands, rubbing his flesh pole with all ten fingers, rolling the heavy beef steak in her palms. "There," he said, finally, "that's the way it should be all the time."

Susan looked up and smiled. "I sure hope this works," she said. Then she rolled over and showed him her buns and her asshole. "Go on," she said, "and make it, Charley. We can't put it off any longer."

"Right," he said. "Let's go." He climbed between his wife's smooth thighs and pressed his fingers around the globes of her ass. He leaned forward and lowered his jumbo flesh spear into place between her buttocks. By pressing down with his hips, he sandwiched his meat between her buns. The initial strokes were merely for the purpose of sliding back and forth in the soft, well-greased canyon, and he had no intention of spiking her anus right away. He wanted to take his time make sure that the head of his meat was polished and ready.

"It's nice that way," moaned Susan,, talking to the pillow. Her hands were stretched out to hold onto the mattress. "I like the feel of that bone-on between my buns like that." She tried to look behind her, but she couldn't get an adequate view while laying flat. "What about if I get upon my hands and knees?" she suggested.

"Sure," said Charley. "Why not?" He let her climb up on all fours. He changed his angle in order to accommodate the new slope of the narrow crease. He used his hands to hold the big soft buns apart, and then, when he had the right position in the greasy canal, he pushed her creamy but tocks closed around the shaft of his pecker.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "that's nice." She turned her head and was able to see a bit of the way her husband's hips rocked on her rear end. His mighty shaft was sliding to and fro in her ass crease, but he was yet to penetrate into the tube itself. "It's gonna be good," she said. "Big, anyhow."

"Let's find out," he replied. She took hold of the bedboard in front of her. Her legs were spread out for balance. Charley pulled one buttock away from the crack and exposed the little hole. "There it is," he said. The thing was the size of a large pearl, and it was colored dark. A narrow strand of braided muscle made up the rubbery entrance. It tapered smooth. "Get set," he said, pulling a bit at the sphincter with his finger.

"Oh, God," she moaned, like a virgin. "I don't know if we should after all, darling. I don't know…"

"It's too late for that," said Charley. He pushed the mushroom, head of his meat into the entrance.

"Uuumph," Susan grunted. "Is it in?"

"It's starting," he said. "It's getting there." He held her ass cheek back with his hand. He used his other hand to guide the flesh arrow home on the target. Lunging forward, he used one long thrust to penetrate the entire length of tight anal flesh.

"Ooooh, Christ!" hollered his wife. "Fucking asshole slut fuck pies it's too fucking… ooooooh!" She rolled her hips, tried to get away from the long thick cock muscle grinding down in her anus. But it was no use. Charley had changed his grip. As soon as he realized how tight things would be he grabbed his wife around the hips and hugged her buttocks up close to his crotch. He pulled her buns up around his penetrating meat. He held her neck with his other hand, in an iron grip, and he shoved down hard. His stroking phallus was securely lodged in the anal crevice. There was no way that young Susan could possibly escape him. He bore down hard and plugged her rear cavity with all of his hefty bone-on.

"Shit," she murmured, her fingers turning white where she gripped the bedboard. "I can't fucking stand it!"

Ignoring her plea, he located a finger inside her twat. He pulled out a little in order to test her clit. The thing was stiff and nearly twitching. It was coated with greasy juice. He probed at it, pushed and pulled with his pinching fingers, and made sure that this part of her body, as well as her asshole, received plenty of sensuous stimulation. He could feel the ooze puddling in his palm as he continued to fuck her cunt. His other hand held her steady at the nape of her neck, and there he could feel her begin to sweat with a growing sexual heat. "It's getting there," he said. "I can feel your body getting hotter, babe. It's not gonna be long now. It's not gonna be long at all."

She tried to ignore the feeling of ache in her asshole. She moaned under her breath, "Oooh, shit fuck pies, it's killing me," but she ceased screaming and hollering as she earlier had been doing. She rolled her butt mildly, trying to get a feel for what it was like to have a little pump action in her anus. She could sense, as Charley had, the growing passion in her twat and the plentiful supply of ooze. "Ahhhh, crap," she swore, "I wish… ahhhhhhh, shit!"