"The anal wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Castillo Claire)

CHAPTER TWO

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.

Dave couldn't help but take a good look at those mammoth mammaries. They were perfectly shaped, long and pendular, with big brown caps and large cherry tips. He blushed with the feel of hot blood rushing to his head. "You know," he said, "Charley mentioned to me that you and he were doing some experimenting. I was kind of wondering how that was coming along."

"Well," said: Susan, "I don't know exactly." An idea flashed in Susan's still somewhat turned-on brain. "I wonder if you would help me with something," she said. "It'll only take a minute. And then I'll tell you all about our so-called experimenting."

"Sure," said Dave, "glad to help. What is it?"

"Follow me," said Susan Bunkers. She put down her coffee and led Dave to the darkened bedroom. It was morning, but the shades were pulled and there was only a dim light filtering into the bedroom. She showed him what she wanted to do. "I have to move this bed a little," she said. "I think I lost a necklace behind the head of the thing last night." She leaned forward over the foot of the bed and tried to pull on the foot board so as to move the bed. In doing so, her housecoat pulled up and revealed the smooth cheeks of her ass. "I just can't seem to get this bed to move," she said. She gave another artificial tug on the bed and her cheeks bounced lightly from side to side. In that brief instant, Dave had a breathtaking view of her little brown hole.

"Here," she said, "let me help." He leaned down alongside her and helped pull on the bed. To do so, though, his arms brushed against hers, his hips touched lightly on the side of her hips, and they looked sideways at each other. "I think you need some help in a different way, really," he said. He reached to the back of her body, caressed her smooth cheeks with his open hand, and squeezed firmly at the balls of her ass. "Yeah," he said, noting the touch and the contour of her flesh cheeks, "I know you need something else." She blushed in admission of the fact. He allowed one finger to go sliding down into the trough.

"I don't know if we ought to do this," she said, heating quickly because of her earlier masturbation. "I mean you're Charley's friend and all."

"I'd let him do Gloria in the ass," said Dave. "So why not you and I?" He kept his finger working between her soft buns. It was damp and wet enough there to let him know that she'd been up to some sort of stimulating rubbing of her own before he arrived. "You're getting hot awfully fast for a girl who's a bit confused, eh?"

"Yes," she said. "I mean, no, no I'm not. I just…"

He pulled her housecoat open and took her in his arms, pressing her hefty boobies against his open shirt. "I never realized how big your titties were," he said. "That's nice." He kissed her on the mouth and his left hand joined his right in manipulating and feeling up her buttocks and her ass crack. "Yeah," he said, kissing her shoulder. "That's nice." He rubbed her cheeks with his fingers. He kneaded the flesh of her buns. Soon he placed a finger close to her anus and started to push it inside.

"Oooh, God,". she mumbled. "That's really something. I mean. Oh, my…".

"Doesn't Charley do it that way?" he asked.

"Yes, but… ooooh, let's not talk about it. I just want to do it now. I'm so fucking hot. You were right, Dave. I'm really fucking hot. I need it, you know. It was all a game. I want it now. I'm so hot."

He took her onto the bed where she lay telling him how she hungered for another feel, her second, of a cock up her asshole. She was curious, she told him, to see what it was like with a different price and to see what it was like with a different man. She needed it, too, and it meant a lot to her that Dave had come by just then. By the time she finished speaking, he was undressed and climbing up on the bed.

"Let me see that prick of yours," she said. "I want to feel it and rub it between my fingers. I need to have something like that to keep me going."

He smiled and spread out on his back, giving her full access to his meaty and firming joint. She played with it with her light fingers, bowed down over it and rubbed it between her thick wet lips. She especially rubbed the mushroom head. That part made her feel good. She coated the thing with her wet tongue. She liked the shaft,' too. Soon she had him fully erect.

"It's big and hard," she said. "I like to see it that way. It's so thick. Just like Charley's."

"I think you need it in your butt, though, baby," said Dave. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes," she said. "But I just thought."

"Roll over. No more thinking. Got any grease here?"

"In the drawer." She pointed behind him and lay down on her belly. He found the tube of lubricant and unscrewed the cap. "You have a dildo?" he asked her.

"Yes, but what for? We only use it every now and then. I mean."

He'd found the dildo in the drawer. "I just want to get you really hot,: honey. That's all." He greased the dildo and his cock, and he spread some of the ooze between Susan's smooth blushing ass cheeks. The ass flesh was soft and slick, and when he finished spreading the juice, it was also very slippery. "There," he said, "that's the way to start."

He turned on the machine and tested it out on his hand. "That's a good little kick we have here for you. Just to get you going, baby doll." He put the rubber prong, already vibrating, down close to Susan's asshole. "Just a little preliminary rubbing to make sure you're hot enough, eh?" He caressed her buns with the machine and eventually made his way down into her asshole. He started at the outside edge, at the tapered entrance, and then he shoved it in hard.

"Ooooh, Christ," she said, "I never would have thought of that. Wow!" She rolled her hips in order to get more of the rubber prong up her little brown hole. "Jesus," she grunted, "I love the feel of that. I wonder why we never thought of that before. Me and Charley, I mean. Mmmmmm,: good." She came up higher on her hands and knees, shifted her pelvis back and forth and the rubber nozzle shot forward another inch or two. The vibrating rubber blade continued to work on her asshole.

"Is that good, eh?" asked Dave. "I mean you like that, right?."

"Yes," she said, "I certainly do."

"Then I have something else in mind, too. You have a douche bag?" he asked, retracting the vibrator and turning it off.

"Yes," said Susan,, "but I don't know what you want to do with that." She smiled and turned around, showing Dave her wet pussy. "Whatever would you want with a douche bag?"

"Come on," he said, "I'll show you." He took her by the hand and she led the way into the bathroom: There she spread out the rubber sack and the tube that attached to the end of the thing. "This clamp," she said, "is the on-off thing."

"Good," said Dave, taking the sack and filling it with warm water. When he had the thing full up he closed the toilet seat and sat down. "Come here," he said to Susan, "and lay down across my lap. You'll like this." She followed his instructions, lay down across his legs with her titties hanging down and said: "Oh, I haven't been in this position since I was a little girl and my mother spanked me."

"Well," he said, "get ready." He slapped her buns playfully, and then spread them open. He took the black plastic nozzle at the end of the rubber tube and shoved the thing into Susan's crack. He stroked, as he would have with his finger, between her buttocks. Then, when he thought she was ready, he pushed the hefty little plastic applicator down into her asshole.

"TJuuuuumph," she grunted, "that thing doesn't feel too bad at all."

"You just wait," said Dave, getting hold of the on-off clamp. "The best is yet to come. Get ready now. Hold your breath." He released the clamp and squeezed on the bag of water. Down through the tube went the beginning of Susan's enema.

"Oooh, Christ," she muttered, "it's filling me up. Fuck, what are you doing?"

"Just hold still," said Dave, "or you'll make a, mess." He kept the black plastic prong stuffed in her sphincter, and he continued to squeeze the water out of the bag, through the tube, and into her anal cavity. He pressed the bag until it went flat.

"I feel like a balloon," she cried. "Get me the fuck off of here. I can't stand it. It's too fucking much. Please…"

"Just hold on," said Dave. "As long as your over my lap, you don't have to worry." He pulled the black nozzle out of her anus. "There," he said, "is that better?"

"I'm gonna explode," she shouted. "Oh, Christ, let me sit down." He let her up pulled up the toilet seat, and she sat down. The running water came streaming out of her anus into the toilet. She sat there blushing with her cunt leaking and draining herself. "Jesus," she said softly, her body sweating and her titties damp and excited, "I never would have believed.! could hold that much in there. What a fucking thing to do! I don't understand it, but I feel hotter than ever."

"Sure you do," he said. "Now for a quick shower, and then stage two, eh?"

They both went naked into the shower, a steamy hot spray of fresh water. They scrubbed each other with soap and water, and made sure that their assholes and their genitals were especially clean. It didn't take long for Susan to begin feeling that she was hot and homey, and Dave couldn't deny, with his big boner busting out all over, that he, too, felt something more than the normal passion. They turned off the water and dried each other with soft towels. "It's gonna be a good one," said Dave. "You just wait." He patted her titties, her belly, and then he had her turn around, and he dried her cleansed buns. He made sure that the crack was especially well prepared by having her bend over. "I just want to get a good look-see to make sure you're ready." She crouched with her hands on her knees and he pulled her buns apart with his two hands. The brown crevice was as neat and ready as could be. The tiny sphincter hole was also open and clean. "Good," said Dave, "I think we can go back to the bedroom now." He had her stand up and when she turned around he gave each of her two pendular titties a good little tweaking.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand, "let's go." She was dumbfounded by his confidence and his ability to show her things about her body which she did not formerly know.

In the bedroom he had her stretch out on her belly. "First, before we go any further, we have to grease up again, eh? May as well be ready for the best possible fuck up the asshole, right?"

She smiled and reached back, pulled her firm little buns apart, and displaying her hole in this manner, waited for him to spread the lubricant. Dave took the tube in hand. He unscrewed the cap. He squeezed it, like tooth paste, down the length of the trough. He filled the grove with the clear lube stuff, and then made sure to push the applicator end into Susan's asshole in order to get the inside as greasy as possible.

"Oooh, God," she moaned, "that feels so nice and slippery."

"Sure it does," said Dave. "Has to if we're going to have a good time in there,, hey?" He put some of the grease on his cock and then put the tube away. "Now for the beginning of the real fun," he said, putting a finger between her cheeks. He spread the juice all along the walls of her buttocks, rubbed her cheeks back and forth, and made sure that he got a proper feel of the bottom of the canyon. It only took him a minute or two to get the hole filled with juice and finger at the same time, and it only took Susan about a half a minute to get to rocking her buns up and down, swiveling her hips, sliding around with Dave's finger pressing into her sphincter muscles. "Shit," she moaned, "it sure does feel nice like that. What about a finger for my twat, too?"

"Of course, my dear," said Dave. He slid one hand around Susan's trim hip and came up under her pelvis, sliding his finger into her pussy, playing with her clitoris for a moment or two, and then arranging his digit strokes so that each thrust rubbed both her clit and the inside of her cunt. Simultaneously, he jammed his anal finger into her asshole tube, deeper than before, and twisted against the ring of greased flesh. "Ahhhh, slit," panted Susan, "now we're getting someplace, eh? Oh, yeah!"

She pumped her buttock and her twat up and down, rolled her ass and her pussy at the same time so as to spread the digit feel to every possible part of her body. She used her rolling hips, her sliding legs and Dave's two fingers to jack herself up the ecstasy ladder. Soon she was getting so hot that she nearly demanded that he fill her cunt with yet another finger, and her asshole with his pecker. "I'm ready, God damn it," she grunted. "Come on and fuck me up the bunghole. Come on… ahhhhh, shit… I'm ready!"

Calmly, Dave said softly, "Good, baby. Really good. Just take it easy," and speaking to her quietly like this, he lifted his huge flesh prong up to the space between her buns, slid up the back filling the narrow groove, and sandwiched his cock between the two slippery cheeks. "No," she complained, "I want it in now, I want it inside me."

He kept his hold on her twat button with one hand, and with the other hand he guided his meaty prong into her anus. At first the mushroom head would not fit, it would not slide in. But then, when he pulled her left ass cheek away from the slot, he saw the problem. He needed a slightly more acute angle, and achieving this, he pushed forward and thrust his flesh spear into place down the channel. "Perfect," he grunted.

"Ahhhhhh… yes!" she cried. "Ooooh, God, that thing is fat! Fucking fat. It's so fucking good and full now. I like it, Dave. I like it so much. Oh, Charley's going to be surprised when I… oooooohh ahhhhhhhhhh… fucccccccck!"

He pounded down into her anus, filled her tube with his mighty flesh stick, gave her the full treatment in her bunghole all at once. There was no stopping him. He was determined to give her all of his meat at once. He ground his bone so far into her cavity that she thought she would never see the end of it. He rammed as hard and as fast as he could, and his groin went flush with her cheeks. There was slippery ooze, from the lubricant, and plenty of juice from her twat, everywhere. It was a long, sliding fuck in Susan's delightful little asshole. Soon she was screaming and hollering about how she loved a man with a big cock, about how she never got enough of it from her husband, but now she would, about how she loved to fuck, especially up her asshole, now that she had discovered the bliss of it.

"Jesus," grunted Dave, "shut up and let me come." He shot forward, pumped one last difficult inch into the anus, and let loose with his wad of jism. "There," he said, squirting off in Susan's asshole. "That's the way I like it. Nice and full… of… come!" He screwed his way back out of the hole, yanked himself free of the sphincter, and they both collapsed next to each other.

They were breathless and heated. Their bodies were sweating, and they were both juicy around the genitals. "Fuck," grunted Susan, panting and gasping to catch her breath, "this post-coital hots is really something. Wow!" She rolled over and kissed Dave on the lips. "Thank you," she said, "I really liked that. But you know what?"

"What?" asked Dave.

"I hate to say this, but we better get this place cleaned up. Charley's gonna be home pretty soon and I don't want to have to explain this to him at all."

"Fuck," said Dave, "you're right. He might not understand my shoving my prick up his wife's asshole. Even if it was just in good fun." He climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom where he cleaned up. Meanwhile, Susan took care of tidying up the bedroom and getting the place more or less in order. Soon everything looked as it was when Dave arrived. When he came back to the bedroom and dressed, he said: "Well, I guess we never did find that necklace of yours."

"Oh, no," said Susan, "but we sure did find something just as precious!" She meant, of course, the fuck up her anus.