Claire Castillo - The anal wife

He took the thing and rubbed it up and down between her ass cheeks. Pretty soon she started wiggling her hips from side to side, and then she begged him to stuff her anus with it. He did that and she screamed with delight. The fuck tool filled her up nicely. When he had enough of fucking her asshole with that rod he took it out of her tube and replaced it with the dildo nozzle. He turned the electric penis on full force. It twirled like an egg-beater in her bunghole.

"Oh, God, Charley," she moaned, "that thing is really hot; Oh, yes, that's good. That's really good, but I think we need more juice." He pulled the joy stick out of her ass flesh and dipped it in the other side, in her pulsing vagina. When it was properly wet down, he returned it to the anus hole. He pushed it in to the hilt. It rubbed around and electrified his wife's asshole tube "Oooh, Christ," she began moaning, "that's more like it. Oh, fucking Christ. Oh, Jesus fucking God. Oooooh!"

When he thought she was hot enough, he took the vibrator out of her shit tube and turned it off. He lifted his stiffening penis up to her buns and went for a slide on the smooth slopes of her ass flesh. Then he pushed his joint back and forth between the buns themselves. It was slippery and, slick and juicy as could be. He held her around the waist and fingered her cunt at the same time. Finally, his meaty joint was stiff enough to fuck her asshole. He took the head of his meat in one hand and used the other hand to hold her ass cheeks apart. He pushed forward and supplied her tube with a gargantuan thrust from his cock. In one stroke he not only entered, but penetrated her slender tube down to the bowels. He filled lovely Susan's fanny with all of his hot hog.

"Fuck my asshole," she moaned in a whisper. "Oh, fuck my asshole, Charley." He spread her buns with his hands and jammed down hard with his pelvis. His stiff flesh nail tacked her down to the bed. He reached under her chest and palmed her big smooth breasts. The nipples were erect like little rose buds, and her chest flesh was perspiring with lusty heat. He rubbed the mounds on her chest until she couldn't take it any longer. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I'm coming. Fuck me harder than ever, Charley, because I'm coming!" He pounded, hammered his meat in her anus, and she juiced and puddled on the bed. Then he, too, ejaculated and flooded her anal canyon once again with hot sperm juice. When he was done, he yanked his prick free of her fanny and rolled off to the side.

"Wow!" she said. "That was really something, Charley. Remember the first time we did it? How frightened I was? Boy, I really like this asshole fucking now a lot; You know what I mean?"

"Sure, I know what you mean," said Charley. "It's nice to get a nice little anus fuck going every now and then."

After that they showered and sat back down to dinner. Charley felt rejuvenated, no longer tired from work. He ate a hearty meal and after dessert returned to bed. Susan, of course, did the dishes and then went to bed with her husband. In the middle of the night she woke up feeling somewhat of an anal crave. She couldn't tell if she was dreaming or not, but she knew she had to have something up her asshole. She started fingering herself by using one digit in her butt and the other hand and a finger in her vagina. She was laying on her back and playing with her ass and her cunt. Soon she was getting very hot and very lusty. She couldn't keep from reaching out and grabbing Charley's penis. He was asleep on his back, but she didn't care about that. She just wanted to get a feel of his joint to go along with her finger in her fanny.

Charley moaned and rolled toward her.

"Oh, darling," she moaned, tossing over onto her belly, "can you fuck me again." She knew he could because after only a minute of holding his penis it was hard. He climbed sleepily between her legs. His stiff pecker went rubbing on his wife's ass cheeks. She greased herself from the ooze spilling from her cunt hole. She spread the juice around her crater just in time, just before Charley, still half-asleep, mounted her. "Oooh, God," she muttered, "do it, Charley. Do it right!" He stuffed her bunghole with his stiff prick. A moment later he was wide awake – because he was ejaculating in Susan's pretty little asshole.

"Wow," she said the next morning, "that was really nice last night, Charley."

But her husband didn't even remember. All he could think about was that he was very tired and that he had had a very nice dream.

For some reasons Wednesdays were the days on which Susan Bunkers found herself the most sexually frustrated. She didn't know why, but every Wednesday morning, except for those times when she had her period, she felt the anal crave more than ever. She would wake up, bemoan the fact that her husband Charley had already left for work, and lay in bed with a severe blush. Sometimes she would work out with the dildo and her finger, and other times even that wouldn't help. If she could reach Gloria or Dave by phone, and if one or the other of them was available, she would get together with them and have herself a regular intercourse session.

But on this particular Wednesday morning, no one was home, and the anal itch was driving her out of her mind. She needed something flesh, not plastic, something alive and thick stuffed up her ass crotch, and she needed it pretty quick. She thought she was going out of her mind. She paced nude in the livingroom wondering if she might seduce the mailman. She washed dishes in the kitchen thinking about going to the market and picking up on a box boy there. Finally, an idea dawned on her.

She picked up the phone, and, with the menu in hand, she dialed her favorite pizza place. They, of course, delivered. It didn't take her long, once she'd placed the order for a mushroom and sausage cheese pizza, to shower, shave her legs, and make herself as beautiful as pie. And she wasn't any too fast either, for no sooner had she slipped into her silkiest house coat, one that ended at her hips and left her snatch slightly exposed and opened down to the navel so that her breasts were clearly visible, the door bell rang. She bounced joyfully into the livingroom and opened the door.

Sure enough, there holding the flat cardboard box that smelled Italian, was a young, teenage delivery boy. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got one good look at Susan Bunkers. Her long tanned loins, her full pendular chest, her luscious brown skin and her clear blue eyes and blonde hair – it was an Epicurean delight just to look at her. "Your pizza, Mam," stammered the youth.

"Yes," said Sue Bunkers. "Come right in."

"Yes, Mam," said the boy, unable to keep his eyes off Susan's luscious tanned legs. He thought he saw a hint of snatch, just the slightest glimpse of beaver between her loins, and then he looked away blushing. But he looked up, in order not to see the customer's cunt, and instead he was greeted with the sight of her smooth, fresh breasts, the nipples erect, the caps brown, the mammaries themselves as full and ripe as could be. Blushing even more, he set the pizza down on the kitchen table. Susan had shut the door behind him. "How much is that?" she asked casually. She had her purse on the kitchen table.

"Four-ten," said the young man. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and if he was any older than sixteen, it would have been hard to believe. He had a baby-face and he was about five-six, shorter than Susan.

She stood at the opposite side of the table and leaned forward to search through her purse. While she did so, her titties hung down in plain sight, nearly brushing against the outside of her pocket book, fully fallen out of her house coat.

"Jesus," mumbled the youth, unable to control his passions.

"Beg your pardon," said Susan, looking up. "Did you say something young man?"