Claire Castillo - The anal wife

A moment later Susan sat up and asked for directions to the john. Ralph escorted her there and waited outside. They both went nude back to the cot and sat there while Susan smoked a cigarette. "Do you mind my asking," said Ralph, "what a nice girl like you is doing at one o'clock in the afternoon out balling?"

"Out balling," she said simply. "What else is there to do?"

"Are you married or something and this is your extracurricular time, eh?" He smiled because he had a hunch he was right about that.

"Sort of," she said.

"Sort of married, or sort of out balling?" She reached into his crotch, between his legs, and picked up on his firming meat. "Do you care?" she asked, squeezing the extending boner. "Or just making small talk?"

He smiled and watched her continue to spread and close her fingers on his dick. "You do that nice," he said. "You'd be a good skier." She went down on her knees between his legs. She used her two hands to massage his muscular loins and the tops of his thighs. Soon she had him as hard as he was before. "Think you can go for another mountain fuck, skier?" she asked him. "I'm sure of it," he said, and he reached down under her arms and pulled her back up onto the cot with him. She was on her back at first and he used this position to get his stiff stick greased. He fucked her cunt for a couple or three strokes. Soon his joint was as wet and oily as would be needed in order to stuff her anus. "Alright," he said, "now the other side."

She rolled over, delighted with the possibility of a second orgasm in the asshole, and spread her buns. Again she dangled her feet over the sides of the cot, and again she reached back and used her hands to hold her ass flesh open. "Go slow, Ralph. O.k.? I'm just a little tender back there."

"Sure, honey," said the sportsman. "As slow and easy as you like." But once he had the head of his meat into that sweet tight flesh, he could hardly keep control of himself. He thrust his hips forward and gouged her asshole full of hot beef.

"Oh, God," she grunted, "that's not slow. That's oh, fuck no!"

But it was too late. Ralph was pushing his monster meat into her buttocks. He'd already filled the rectum, and now he was shooting even deeper to get the head of his meat into Susan's bowels. It didn't take long, He arrived in the anal basin, there to expand his spongy mushroom cock tip, there to eventually spray his juice. But first he reached around her hips and took to fucking off her cunt-penis. He rubbed the little flesh button back and forth, and the juice from her twat flowed steadily around his fingers and her labial lips. "Shit," she grunted, "it's good there, but it's too fucking much in my asshole. I don't think I can go this second time around."

"Too late, baby," said the skier. "Too… fucking… late!" He jabbed her hard and started shooting off. She begged him to go easy, but he was in some sort of oblivion while he was ejaculating. He couldn't hear a word she said. He just kept firing off his come, filling her asshole cave with ooze. When it was, all over he collapsed on her back and left his prick in place in her anus. He could feel how nice and tight her sphincter muscle, the iris flesh, was around his dick. It was a steady squeeze which rubbed on his joint and tugged out every last drop of come in his cock. Finally, when he caught his breath, he pulled his joint out of her tube, and Susan sat up. "Phew," she moaned, "what a relief. That thing must have got bigger."

"I hate to fuck and make you run," said Ralph, looking at his watch, "but I got to take care of some customers, you know. Open up the shop again." She smiled and dressed and wished him well. A few minutes later the All Sports Supply Store was open for business, and the owner and salesman had the biggest smile his customers had ever seen.

"What's the sour puss for, baby?" asked Charley Bunker as he scooped up a forkful of mashed potatoes. "You look like some one smacked you around." He cut himself a piece of steak while he swallowed down the potato.

"I'm horny," said Susan, nibbling lightly at the remains of her salad. "I'm so fucking frustrated you wouldn't believe it." She waited for Charley to say something. But he was already chewing on his steak meat and getting ready to cut off some more. "Didn't you hear me?" she asked. "I said I'm horny. I want an ass fuck. I want that hog of yours in my butt. I want you to play with my cunt, too. I can't be any clearer than that, can I, Charley? Charley?"

He looked up and belched. "I get it," he said. "You want to go to bed now, is that it? Well, you got to wait until after dinner, baby. I had a long tough day today, and as soon as I get the ol' bod replenished, I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget. How's that sound? Maybe two even." He swatted at his peas and scooped them into his face. "Mmmmm," he said, "you're a good cook, baby. And you're always horny. What more could a man ask for?"

It didn't take long for the couple to finish coffee and dessert. From then on it was a night of pure sex. First they took a quick shower, and Charley even shaved, just to make sure he was clean and neat. He wanted to give Susan a really fine anal fuck, and he always, performed better when he felt neat and clean. Susan, for her part, used a new depilatory, one that left her long shapely legs as smooth as tanned calf leather. She was soft and slick by the time she stepped out of the shower, and Charley felt up her smooth thighs immediately. He reached one hand down between her lovely legs and eventually landed a finger in her cunt tube. "There," he said, "is something worth eating again." He sat her down on the edge of the tub and tongued her clit into a frenzy. She held his bobbing head in her hands and moaned in the tiled bathroom. "Oooh, God, Charley. Do it harder, honey. Really lick it good. Baby, I love you." She pressed her ample tanned thighs close on his cheeks. A moment later Charley came up with a chin of clit juice. He washed his face off and Susan finished drying her body.

Then they went to the bedroom. "First the dildo," said Susan, climbing onto the bed. "Which end you want to start with?" She had a big lecherous smile on her face. Charley couldn't help but laugh. "Which end do you think?" He greased up the electric cock and his wife lay on her belly. He spread her legs and he parted her buns so that he could get the thick vibrating rubber prong well into her rectum. "Oooh, yeah," she cooed as soon as the rubber stick started shaking in her asshole. "Oh, yeah, Jesus!"

Charley pushed down hard. He used his free hand to keep her ass cheeks wide open. Simultaneously, he rotated the mechanical pecker so that Susan's anus got the best possible stimulation. It didn't take a hell of a lot of time before she was groaning. She came up on her hands and knees panting for breath. "Do it hard, honey. And get my clit. Do it really hard and rub my little twat-penis. Please?"

He reached around and while he held the dildo in place in his wife's asshole, he located a finger in her cunt. There he rubbed her clitoris and got the juices of her pussy flowing evenly. "Nice," he said, finger-fucking her pussy, "really nice." The machine, however, grinded to a halt. "What the hell?" he growled. "This thing's got no juice in it. Batteries are dead." He tossed the useless vibrator aside. "We don't need that thing," he said. "I got two fingers that work better than that dildo." He kept one of those two fingers in Susan's cunt channel and on her clit, and the other he poked into her anus. "There," he said, stretching out the iris sphincter muscle, "isn't that better?"

"Fuck yes," she moaned. "That's the best." He stroked all the way into her tube and filled the hot little butt crotch with digit. "I like that, Charley, A lot!" She wiggled her rump and started panting. "I sure do hope you don't get tired, honey," she said, "because I'm as horny as bull frog in spring." Thus Charley had successfully plugged both of his wife's pelvic holes with his fingers. She swung from side to side, up and down, pumping herself with the two fingers. If she pressed forward, her clit was smoothly scraped with his index finger. If she leaned back, her anus was gouged with his middle digit. It was, for Susan, close to total stimulation. "Oh, God," she gasped, "I can't stand it any more, Charley. Get the grease and put your prick in me. Come on and do it to my bunghole, honey. I need it."