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CHAPTER TEN

Among Susan's more interesting romances was the occasion of her mother's birthday. Charley had decided early not to attend the party, and Susan was left to fend for herself. At the party was an old high school flame, and it was with Joe Bender that Susan discovered yet another aspect of anal love. As the party neared a close, and since Charley had dropped Susan there – she was to call for her ride home – it was only natural that Joe ask Susan if she would like a lift home. She accepted. But the ride home wasn't the only thing she accepted.

"Joe," she said, sitting close to him in the front seat of his luxury car, "do you remember that time after the Junior Prom when you wanted to make love to me?" She knew that Joe was a sucker for her legs, no matter how long ago he'd been hot for her, and she pulled up her skirt to scratch "an itch" on her thigh as she asked the question.

Joe glanced down at the long stretch of naked flesh. He couldn't get over how pretty Susan's legs were. "How could I forget that night?" he said, trying to keep track of the road and Susan's legs at the same time. "It was the most frustrating night of my life. There we were, in the back seat of my car, and we were so damn hot, and all you could say, while I fingered your little hole, was 'Why do you want to do that, Joe? Why do you want to do that?' I'll never forget that as long as I live." He laughed, or snickered, Susan couldn't be sure which, and she pulled up closer to him. "Say," said Joe, "you're not thinking of making it up to me, are your?"

He made a sharp right into a convenient motel. "Cause if you are," he said, turning off the engine, "this is the place to do it."

"We're older now," she said softly. He was only inches from her face. He felt her hand tour his crotch. "Come on," she said, "take me in there and show me what you wanted to show me back then." He smiled and took her by the hand. They both got out his side of the car. They embraced there and then they checked into the motel.

The room was small, but they were really interested only in the bed. Susan pulled back the sheets. "Nice and clean," she said, reaching back behind her and pulling down the zipper on her sweater. "Just about perfect." She watched Joe undress. She'd never seen his cock and balls by the light of anything other than what was available in the back seat of his car. Now she had a good view, and she blushed to think she'd been so stupid as a teenager to turn down his advances. His member compared favorably with Charley's. "Wow," she said, slipping out of her skirt, "I never would have imagined that you were so well-hung. I like that big dick of yours, Joe."

"You've seen my prick," he said. "What's the matter with you?"

"I felt it, all those times, Joe," she said, naked now and coming toward him, "but I never did see it. Don't you remember? We were always in your car, and, well, there wasn't much we could do back there, you know." She was next to him, with her big tanned pendular mammaries pressing lightly against his chest, her hand draped between his loins, feeling up his balls. "You have such a nice penis," she said. "How could I have been so foolish as to pass up the opportunity to have it in me then?" She smiled and kissed his manly titties. She rubbed his shoulders softly, and then she slipped down along Joe Bender's torso, kissing his stomach, his hips, his groin, and, of course, his cock. "Mmm," she hummed, taking the big mushroom headed joint into her face. "Mmmmmmm, good." She rubbed her hands around the back of his butt.

"You've come a long way, baby," said Joe, feeling her tongue give his prick a first class rub down. "A fucking long way." She licked the head of his meat with her stretched mouth muscle. She rubbed her tongue up and down the shaft of his joint. "Joe," she said, holding his cock out of her face now, "I've come so far that you wouldn't guess what kind of sex I'm into now."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Let me show you," she said, standing up and pressing her titties against him again. "If you won't mind, I'll show you what I like, eh?"

"For sure," said Joe, his cock long and hard now like a flexed muscle. "Let's see what kind of sex you like."

She turned around and showed him her back. "I don't get it," he said. She looked over her shoulder and put one finger to her lips: "Shsss," she said softly. Then she leaned forward, with her hands on her knees, and bent over. "Do you see my anus?"

Joe inspected her narrow slot. "It's nice," he said.

"That's what I'm into, Joe. If you like that, I can make up to you all those frustrating evenings in high school." She started up, but then he pushed his cock along the slot and grabbed her by the hips.

"Just stay right where you are," he said, "and you'll be making the best apology possible." He rubbed his dick up and down along her narrow groove. When the time seemed right he forced her down on the floor on her hands and knees. "Take it easy," she cautioned. "Don't forget that you haven't got any grease there."

Joe smiled but said nothing. In the next move toward her fanny, he filled her asshole with his dry bone. "Ooooh, Christ," she murmured, "you have to use… oh, fuck, no… please…"

"Next time," he said softly, "I'll use some grease. This first one is just for me and your tube." He shot forward, pounding at her fanny, filling her bowels with hot cock meat. "Fucking-A," she screamed, and she tried to get away. She crawled with his rod stuffed up her anus, but he stayed with her all the way to the window at the side of the room. It was a long crawl, and it didn't serve any purpose. Joe just kept moving with her, keeping his prick crammed up her asshole. He looked down where the sphincter and his dick met, and he saw that three-quarter's of his hefty joint was out of sight inside her tube. "Fucking-A is right, baby. This is just perfect." He reached under her chest and cupped her big titties. He massaged them, and the nipples, and pushed the remainder of his cock muscle into, place in her asshole. "There you go," he said. "That ought to take care of that butt hole of yours."

"Shit," she grunted, "it's too fucking large. It's too big. Don't you understand that?"

"Just another minute," he said, "and I'll understand the whole fucking cosmos." And with that Joe Bender ejaculated in Susan's fresh asshole. He shot his sperm juice into her bowel cave. Everything loosened up, including her sphincter, and he slid out easily. "There," he said, collapsing on the floor (they hadn't even made it to the bed yet), "that's what I call a good little fuck, for old time's sake, anyhow." He pawed her titties as she stretched out on her back alongside him.

"I might have been nice for you," she said, "but all it did for me was get me a little hot." She smiled because she knew full well that Joe Bender had at least one more fuck, if not several more, left in that big dick of his." You know, Joe," she continued, "you should have raped me when we were in high school. It would have made everything a lot easier. I'd probably have married you instead of Charley."

"Yeah," he said, "and you'd probably be out cheating on me tonight instead of him, eh?" He chuckled because he didn't really give a shit about what they were doing. "Ain't that right, sweet stuff?"

"That's not funny," she said. She got up and pouted on her way to the bed. She shook her irresistible buns and sat down on the bed. "It's not fair to make fun of me. It took a lot of work for me to get to be sexually free. I don't think it's right to make fun of that."

"Ah, shit," said Joe, "I make fun of everything. Don't mind me." He stood up and came over and sat next to her on the bed. He stroked her smooth thigh and the insides of her legs. He landed a finger up her snatch, inside her v-cunt. The lips spread nicely. The ooze poured freely. It was going to be a well-oiled second fuck for the two of them. "You know," he said, petting her mound, "I always did get a kick out of those big titties of yours, and from playing with your twat, even if you didn't know what it was all about." She smiled at him and brushed her blond mane behind her head.

"Me, too," she said. "Me, too."

He pressed his finger into the deeper folds of her fleshy vagina. There the oozing walls were softer and smoother. He used two fingers inside her cunt, and he put his thumb on her clit. Then he changed his position. He put his thumb up her twat channel, and he applied his longer middle digit to her anus. "How's that feel?" he asked.

"God damn good," she said. "It feels fucking terrific." He pressed harder. Such encouragement gave him heat. He worked his thumb in and out of her pulsing twat, but he concentrated – because she liked it that way – on jamming his middle digit up the length of her asshole tube. Soon he felt her sphincter begin to flex and roll, to ripple across his finger. "You know," he said, "I think you're a better buttfuck than you would be a screw in the twat hole. How about that?".

He didn't wait for her answer. He flipped her over on her belly by grabbing her two hips. Over she went, and her anus was fully exposed. Because his big hands wrapped around the smooth flesh of her buns and pulled her open. Her asshole was small and tight, and worthy of close inspection. He examined the anus while pulling juice up from her vagina. He lubricated the slot and the brown orifice. It didn't take him long, either. Before she knew it, Susan had Joe Bender's big penis up her shit hole again.

"Wow!" she said. "That was quick the way you, got in me that time." She heaved her hips upwards, and with the grease, it was a good feel this round to have his cock up her bowels. She rotated her pelvis, revolved it on his fuck rod. "You keep that pole in me," she told him, "and I'll be in heaven."

"Good," he said leaning close, "and you keep that asshole of yours tight and I'll be orgasmic!" He rammed in harder, nailing her down to the bed again. He pounded away and filled the tube with crotch meat. He didn't bother with holding onto her hips. Instead, he reached up and grabbed her boobies, pulled on the cherry nipples and massaged her hefty mammary flesh. Then he reached down and took on her cunt. He spread the flesh wings and jammed his fingers along the sides of the fuck tube. A moment later he had her moaning about how ecstatic she was. He finished her off by flicking her clitoris. At the same time that she came, and started squeezing her butt muscles down on his rod, he ejaculated into her bunghole. "There we go," he said, leaving every last drop of jism inside her fanny, "just made to order, eh?"

He pulled his rod out from between her buttocks, out of her rectum, and rolled over on his back. "That's, what I call a quickie up the asshole. Very nice, Susan. You were right. I see that you have changed a great deal. It's nice."

Not long afterwards, they showered and washed together. They soaped each other, made sure their genitalia was clean, and rubbed each other's fannies. It didn't take long for them to realize that they were getting horny again. "You know," she said, looking at Joe's rod while he dried off, "I think I'd like to have that thing up my asshole again." She reached out and stroked his bone-on. "But I have to get home or Charley will get suspicious and call Mom's."

"You're right," said Joe Bender. "We'll make it another time, eh?"

They checked out of the motel and drove toward Susan's home on the West Side. But when they reached the foot of a hill, she made Joe turn right, instead of left toward her house. "Come on," she said, "just a little kissey facey in the back seat like old times, eh?"

"What the hell," said Joe, "why not?" He steered a direct course for their old lovemaking headquarters high above the city night lights. He parked and pulled the front seat forward. They were overlooking a cliffside panoramic view of Dover. "Into the back seat?" he asked. "Just like the old days?"

"No other way to do it," said Susan. She climbed over the seat. Joe followed her back there. It didn't take long for the two of them to get quite hot and bothered again. He was stroking her thighs and working his fingers around her bush. He got himself a handful of clit juice before she could even say "No way," as she would have three years before. He had a finger pressing in her asshole before she could say "What's that for?" and before she could say: "Oh, my fucking Lord," he had his long hard dick stuffed up her asshole where they both agreed it belonged. "Now," he said, "this will be a fuck to remember." He crammed most of his meat into her fanny and used his hands on her pelvis, there to search out her flesh gates and there to massage the inside of her pussy. It didn't take a hell of a long time for him to get her clitoris rolling at full speed. Which meant that she had to start pumping her butt up and down, too. Which was exactly what Joe Bender wanted for his penetrating prick. "Perfect, Susan. Just fucking perfect." He left one hand in place in her pussy, and he lifted the other up to her stimulated, breasts. He found a nipple and tweaked it into heat. Then he did up the other the same way. Finally, he crammed one whole boob into his hand and fingers and kneaded, massaged the flesh. He worked his other finger against her vibrant clitoris, and continued to screw his dick deeper and deeper in her asshole.

"Shit me around," she cried out "That's fucking good, man. That's the way ooooh, fucking asshole… shit… piss… fuck FUCK FUCK!!" She screamed so loudly that Joe Bender worried that the neighbors a hundred yards away might hear them. But fortunately the windows were rolled up and fogged, and even if they did hear them, they wouldn't have been able to see anything. He continued to pound his fuck muscle into her bowels. Her buttocks were a nice smooth surface against which he could roll his nut nest.

And the inside of her asshole tube was as smooth and slippery as liver, as tight as a furry grove. It was a good long anal fuck for them both.

"You're good," he said. "You're, really fucking good." He let go of her tit and her cunt. His hands grabbed her buttocks only. He peeled the moon globes back and fired off his jet stream of juice in her rectum.

"Oh, Jesus," she cried, "you're the one who's good, I mean it, Joe. You really are. You fuck me up the asshole the way I like it."

"As good as Charley?"

"That's not fair," she said, squirming away. "That's not a fair question. He's the one who taught me all about anal fucking. So it's just not a fair comparison. You know what I mean? Not fair at all." She took, a Kleenex out of her little purse and started to blow her nose. But then she saw his prick, wet and needy, and she wiped it off. "There," she said, "I don't even do that for Charley all the time. Maybe that tells you something."

A little while later the old flame, Joe Bender, took young Susan Bunkers home to her husband Charley.