Claire Castillo - The anal wife

Charley yanked his fingers out of Susan's sweet little holes. He picked up the tube of grease and spread enough ooze to make penetration of her asshole so easy that a child could do it. He pushed some of the lubricant down into the hole with his finger. When he was quite sure she was ready – it was obvious from her moaning and groaning and her swinging hips and flapping butt cheeks – he put the oily cream aside and mounted Susan's rectum. His thick cock head squeezed into the tight circle of anus muscle and filled the narrow space. A moment later he'd thrust himself all the way down her asshole tube, had filled her fanny with cock meat, and there was no stopping him. His jackhammer stroke action pounded her meaty rump with penis flesh.

"Oh, God, Charley," she cried out, "give me your hand. Let me have your hand." She reached around the side of her body and took one of his butt squeezing hands in her own. She took his middle finger and stroked her clit with it. "Just let me rub this way while you fuck my anus. Just a little." She used his finger the way she would, have used an artificial phallus. She pumped herself, rubbed her clit, and massaged her interior vagina cabe with Charley's willing finger. At the same time as she did this, Charley continued to screw her rump into a crimson blush. Soon his cock was entirely buried in ass meat, and his groin was flush with her cheeks. It was a good tight cornhole nailing.

"Jesus," moaned Charley in a whisper, "this is good, baby. You've come a long way since those virgin nights, eh?"

"Oh, yeah," Susan agreed, taking his hand from her twat and applying his fingers to her titty. "Rub there, too, Charley. Make my breasts hot, too."

He gladly palmed her big pendular breast. He rolled the hilly flesh in his fingers. He pulled on the nipple and pinched it lightly. Every now and then he took as much of the big titty as would fit in his hand and squeezed. "Wow," she would moan, "that's nice." Or, "Fuck me, Charley," she would scream. And all the time that she gasped and moaned and enjoyed the, feel of his hand on her chest, she also worked her ass on his cock. She moved and swiveled her butt as though there were no stopping her. Her ass was a big flesh swing, and Charley's cock was getting the rubbing and the ride of his life. "Wow," he whispered, "baby, you really are horny, eh?" He shoved in deeper, it seemed than ever before. The tip of his cock was buried in bowel flesh.

"Oh, God," she cried. "Oh, God, here I go."

With that she came all over herself, puddled between her loins. Charley, feeling his wife's intense sexual excitement, prepared to ejaculate. He waited for the involuntary ripple of Susan's anal muscle. It arrived a moment later, undulating, squeezing, milking the jism out of his bone-on. The spongy mushroom head of his meat exploded inside her bowels and flooded the back cave with sperm juice. "Yes, Charley," she cried softly. "Oh, God, yes!"

When it was all over Charley pulled his hog out of his wife's dorsal hole and sat back on the bed. He lit up a cigarette. "You've been doing a lot of ass fucking, baby."

"Thanks to you," she said.

"No," he contradicted her calmly, "not just thanks to me. I mean you have been ass fucking a lot of guys. Not just me."

"Charley!" she exclaimed and blushed. "You don't think I've been fooling around, do you?"

"No," he said, exhaling from his cigarette. "I don't think so. I know so. So can the bullshit and let me tell you that it's alright by me. I mean that, Susan. It's O.k."

"Really?" she said.

"Yup. You know what makes me say that? I been doing a little tinkering on the side myself. I fucked Gloria and a couple of other assholes just this week."

"You're kidding," said Susan. "I didn't know that. Well, I'll be damned. And here I was feeling guilty about it all this time."

"No need for that," said Charley. "You've become a better fuck for it, too." "You want to do it again?" she asked.

"If you wash out first," he said. "With my help, that is." He smiled and took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He'd arranged the douche bag before they got into bed. Now all he needed to do was stuff the plastic nozzle up Susan's asshole. "Come on," he said, pointing to the tub, "bent over and let me get this thing cleaned out." She rolled onto the edge of the tub and straddled it. Her anus was available to him. He poked the plastic head of the douche applicator into her sphincter. "Careful," she said. "Don't want to break anything now, do we." He took the cock-stop off and the douche poured into her bowels. She felt like a balloon was being filled up inside her, blown up so full that it would burst. "Oh, God, Charley. Please. You better stop. It's getting to be too much. Please. No." But he filled her up the rest of the way, drained the bag entirely and all of the contents were flooding the inside of Susan's ass bowels. Then he pulled the nozzle out. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Look out." She pushed him out of the way and sat down on the toilet.

A little while later she was clean and showered. She was drying in front of the bedroom mirror. "How about that," she said, patting her big pendular titties dry. "And all this time that I was out balling these guys and wondering if you'd care, it didn't matter a bit. I just find that amazing."

"Give a little," said Charley, who lay on the bed smoking a cigarette, "and get a little." He exhaled a long puff of grey smoke. "I like your butt, baby. It's cute." She leaned over so that he would have even a nicer view of it. "Good," he said. "That's good." He could see the hot little hole, the clean anus tissue, and the narrow crack. His cock started firming just from one little look. The moon globes were smooth and silky and nearly perfectly round. The backs of her thighs were shapely and supple. And her calves were nicely rounded, too. She was clean and beautiful and young, and it was one of the few times that Charley didn't mind the fact that he was not single but married. His wife was a fine piece of ass. "Come on over here," he said, "and let's get started on fuck number two, eh?"

She finished drying her back and joined him on the bed. "How shall we do it this time?" she asked. "Right on up there in my butt or a little bit of play first?"

Charley saw a pencil on the end table. "I'll tell you what," he said, "you lay down and spread your butt open. I'll give you a little probe and then we'll do the fuck, eh?" He picked up the pencil and greased it with some of the lubricant which was handy. Meanwhile, Susan spread herself out on her belly. She held onto the bedboard with her hands, and she spread her legs as wide as they could go.

Charley took a position on his knees between his wife's golden tanned thighs.

He leaned down like a surgeon over a wound and grabbed hold of Susan's left ass cheek. He peeled the buttock back and exposed her rectum. Then he took the eraser end of the wood pencil and circled lightly, grazing the tapered entrance to her anus.

"That's nice," she said. "I like the way that feels." He pressed, slowly but surely, the eraser, and then the pencil, into the anus canal. He worked it deeper and deeper into her rump until finally only the point was visible. "Oooh, God," cried Susan, "it's in too far. Pull it out a little. Please? Pull it out?"

He stroked the pencil back out of her tube. He left it half-way in her anus and rolled it around and around so that he stretched and stimulated her highly erotic sphincter muscle. "That's nice," she said. "That's really good." He continued to hold her buttock out of the way so that he could watch the pencil as it rubbed here and there against the entrance to Susan's lovely little round brown rectum hole. "Ah, yes," she cooed, feeling the greasy narrow piece of wood working her over, "I'm getting hot all over again. It's nice, Charley. I like that pencil up my rump. Keep doing it. It's nice. I like something like that."