Claire Castillo - The anal wife

He was getting ready to shoot off up her anus. "It's happening, babe. It's gonna be…" And with that he was orgasmic. He spurted hot creamy pudding into her anal cavity, flooding the thing and drenching it with jism. "Ahhh, perfect," he sighed, pulling back, "just the way I imagined it would be." He still had half of his cock inside the squeezing anus muscle, and he was enjoying the final squirts of ejaculation. His joint throbbed as the circle of ass flesh massaged the sperm juice out of his stem and mushroom head. "Oooh, yeah, baby," he said, "this is the best thing we've done in a long time, you know that? Absolutely the fucking best!" He ripped his prick from her ass tube and lay back on the bed.

Susan let loose of the bed board and collapsed in a fetal position along side Charley. "Wow," she said, "I don't know about you, but that took a lot out of me."

"Sure, kid," said Charley. "I know what you mean. But it was worth it, eh?"

She was hard put to comment. Her buttocks ached, her tube felt sore, and it was the first time for her. She knew her cunt was swollen with aroused passions, but she felt like she had been through the mill. She climbed slowly off the bed and looked in the floor length mirror on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Her belly was smooth and shiny with perspiration, and clit juice seeped from her pubic forest. Her legs were long and golden tanned usually, but now they were red and blushing, moist and heated. Her lovely pendular breasts were hot, and they leaned sideways following the sprung pink nipples and brown caps. Her face was crimson, and her blond hair was matted around the edges of her face. "Jesus, Charley," she said, "I look a mess."

But Charley was regarding her buttocks, the full globes between which he'd only just finished spearing his cock. The buns were glowing, as far as he was concerned, and his wife's long body was about as hot looking as he'd ever seen it. She looked like she could go another round, if he wanted it, but he didn't dare tell her that that was what he had in mind. He gave her a few minutes to recover from the first fuck she'd ever had up her asshole. "You look good," he told her when she finally came back to bed. "Why don't I dry out your anus a little bit and clean you off?"

"Sure," said Susan. "That's fine with me." She rolled over and exposed her lovely crack. "Help yourself." Charley picked up a tissue from the box on the end table beside the bed. He folded it into a neat square. He used two hands and opened Susan's rump. He spread the silky buns and held the narrow flesh groove apart. He used the Kleenex to wipe the walls and the area around her punctured bunghole. "There you are," he said, drying off the little brown hole. "Isn't that nicer?"

"Yes," she said, "that's very nice." But then, because she had her face buried in the pillow and she didn't see what Charley was doing, she was suddenly surprised by the feel of his big joint touching the area he'd just dried. "Charley! No!" she wailed. "Oh, what the hell?" He was already on his way in, sliding his pecker down into the anal canyon of love, filling her ass with his hot thick cock flesh. "Ooooh, no…" she pleaded, but it was too late. Charley had a good hold around Susan's waist, and more importantly, he had his big bone-on fully buried in her ass flesh. There was no way he could stop now.

The following Monday morning, Susan Bunkers dressed in front of the mirror. Her husband had already left for work, and her ass muscle was feeling considerably better.

She had her panties on and she was inspecting her long pendular titties. The cherry ripe nipples, for some reason, were fully extended. She looked closely and noted that the big brown caps of her breasts were covered with tiny chills. She'd only thought about the possibility of a little anal stimulation with her finger for an instant, and just that one little fantasy had made her breasts and her ass cheeks get hot and blush. "God," she said, "I must be a lot more anal than I thought."

Wearing only her panties, she strutted through the house to the front door. She locked it and pulled the blinds. Then she went back to her bedroom and closed that door, too. She took off her panties and in the morning dark of her bedroom spread herself out, belly down, on the bed. She reached a hand back between her buns and stroked the crease lightly. She used her other hand under her body, between her legs, and poked around until she located her clit. "I may as well," she thought to herself, "give this anal sex a try alone."

She rubbed her clitoris several times in a row, and she used her long middle digit to supply the inside of her vagina with a good fingering. Soon enough she had a steady leak of ooze coming from the walls inside her young twat. It didn't take long for there to be enough grease to use for coating her asshole. She took her hand out from under her pelvis and rubbed her buns with her fingers. Then she returned to the honey-well for more juice. She lay spread-eagle on the bed fingering her cunt and lubricating her ass crease and tube with the juice produced. "Oooh, yes," she murmured to herself, "it's going to be nice to do this just the way I want to. Then I'll be able to tell Charley exactly how I like it."

Soon she had enough clitoris juice, spread between her buns. There was a lot of it in her asshole, too. She kept a finger at her clitoris, but she concentrated on playing with her, little hole. She stroked the entrance of the tapered tube, and managed,' every now and then, to get the courage to push her finger in and out of her hole. Soon she was blushing and sweating and getting hotter and hotter. Her hips began to slide slowly back and forth, and her legs spread wide so that she could keep playing with her clitoris and fingering her vagina, too.

"Ooooh," she panted, "it's nice. It's really good." It didn't take Susan long to get her two fingers working in a coordinated effort. One pumped across her clit, the other back and forth in the first inch or so of her rear tube. "Shit," she moaned, "this is getting better and better. Ooooh, yes. Very nice."

But it was just then that she heard a knock at the front door. She stopped pumping her cunt and her asshole with her fingers. She looked up and then rolled over on her back. She waited, to see if the knocking would go away. There was a pause and it started up again. Reluctantly, she climbed naked out of bed. She slipped into her house coat and tied it at the waist. It was short and landed above the middle of her thigh. It left her splendid long legs uncovered, and if she hitched it up just a bit more, her pussy would have shown. She tied it a bit tighter, just to be sure that her titties were covered for the most part, and made her way to the pounding at the front door. She opened the peep hole and looked out. It was Dave, Charley's friend, Gloria's husband.

She opened the door. "Dave," she said, "want a surprise!"

"I was in the neighborhood," he said, "and I thought I might stop by and say hello." He was wearing his work clothes, and because he was a salesman for a hip group that sold clothes, his outfit was a leather jacket, a fly-away collared shirt, long hair and a pair of mod-levies with bell-bottom cuffs.

"Come in, come in," said Susan. "I was just having some coffee."

She led the way to the kitchen where luckily Charley had left a pot of coffee plugged in. She filled a couple of cups with the muddy brew and they sat at the table. "Just waking up?" asked Dave with a suspicious smile. "Or what?"

"Well," she said, "it's just one of those mornings.". She smiled and crossed, her luscious tanned legs. Her house coat rode up just covering her bush; everything else was in plain sight, including, when she leaned forward over her coffee, the tops of her big pendular boobies.