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CHAPTER ONE
GOODTIME CHARLEY
"I think it's something we have to try," said Charley Bunkers. "We've
been married a while now and I think we could use a little experimenting."
Susan winced at the idea. She put down her cup of coffee and
inspected her husband's face to see how serious he was. His broad shoulders
and hairy chest caught her eye. She looked at his curly dark hair and his
dark eyes. He was smiling.
"Charley," she said, brushing back her own blonde mane, "just because
we've been together for a year or two doesn't mean we have to go and start
experimenting like that. I really don't see the purpose." She pulled her blue
terry cloth robe close around her big tanned titties. Only the creamy tops
remained in view. "Seriously," she continued, still put off by the thought, "I
don't think it would be good." She was worried about her little hole, but she
also wondered what it would feel like. Her husband's big prong, she figured,
would probably destroy her if he used it in the manner he was suggesting.
"And besides," she said, "there are health reasons, too."
"Nonsense," said Charley, "we can take care of that. Doc told me all
about it. No problem at all."
She blushed at the thought of her husband having asked another man,
even the family physician, about such intimate and sexual details. "You
know," she said, "I don't think it's right, your going around and asking
people like that." Her blue eyes flashed at him.
"Don't be silly," said Charley, scratching his arm and not really looking
at Susan. "Doc wouldn't tell a soul." He stood up. "I'm gonna shower and
get ready for Dave and Gloria." He came over to Susan's side of the table
and leaned over her. "Gimmee a feel," he said, reaching into her robe and
palming her two big titties. "What a pair of knockers," he whispered. "I love
em."
"Don't call em knockers," she moaned, pulling away. "It's not nice,
Charley."
"Hey," said Charley, "I just had an idea. We can ask Dave and Gloria
about it. Maybe they'll know something we don't."
"Charley!" she exclaimed, "You wouldn't dare!" She knew he was
joking, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"Just k**ding," he said. "I better get moving, or they're gonna get here
and see me in the buff."
Susan glanced down at her husband's crotch. His muscle was large and
thick. "I bet Gloria would be happy to see that thing of yours," she
whispered. She reached out and palmed Charley's joint. "Oh, my," she said,
"I could never get something like this anywhere near being inside me like
that."
"You'd be surprised what you can do," said Charley, "if you put your
mind to work on it." He smiled and gave Susan a kiss on the mouth. Then
he went on his way to the bathroom.
She heard the shower go on and mused over her coffee. She wondered
where Charley had gotten the idea, what had started him thinking about it.
She'd never heard anyone talking about such a thing, and she herself,
though she knew people did it, had never spoken with anyone who had.
Actually, if she told the truth, she was curious about whether or not it was
possible,, and what it might feel like. Just the thought of it made her nipples
start to rise. She even felt a small battalion of chills start to climb her
smooth tanned thighs. "Oh, God," she muttered into her coffee, "what
would Mother say?"
An hour later she sat with Gloria in the living-room. Dave and Charley
were out in the backyard. "Frankly," said Gloria, "I think it would be good
for you. It's not like it's evil or something, you know." She was twenty-one,
a year older than Susan, and she'd been married about a year longer. She
adjusted her short skirt and continued. "When Dave first suggested it to me,
I had the same feelings you do. I was scared about what it would do to me. I
thought it was dirty and all, and I couldn't stand thinking about it. Now,
well, now…"
Out in the back yard, Charley broached the subject with Dave. "The
thing is," said Dave, "you got to work her into it. Start out with your finger
or something. You know, something small. Always keep her wet though. If
she's not good and wet, it'll be tough going. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah," said Charley, "sure. Sure I know what you mean. But she
always gives me so much shit, you know? I feel like slapping her around or
something just to get her back in order. It pisses me off, you know? I mean
there it is, perfect little brown hole and she gets all upset just because I
happen to look at it or something. It's a bummer, man. I don't know what to
do about it." He tossed a rock against the fence at the back of the yard.
"Well," said Dave, "don't let her give you any shit next time. Just
grease her up and stuff it. Once she gets going, she won't be able to stop.
You'll see. That's how it was with Gloria." He smiled and winked at
Charley. "Besides, you're a lot bigger and stronger than she is anyhow. So
what can she say?"
"Fuck shit piss cunt… you dirty fucking bastard!" is what she said,
screaming her lungs out and flailing like a fish out of water, finally flipping
onto her belly. "Charley," she moaned, "you said you were just gonna try it
a little." She reached down and grabbed her butt. They'd climbed into bed
that night with the thought of having a little normal intercourse, and slowly
but surely Charley had worked his hands, and his wife's temperament,
toward the anal sex. But when he finally pushed his finger into the tube, she
went wild, screaming and hollering obscenities at him, complaining about
the pain. "Jesus," she grunted, "how could you!"
"You talk about it as if I was fucking r****g you," he said, lighting a
cigarette. But then he suddenly put the cigarette out. "I'm not taking this
kind of shit from you," he said in an angry voice. "Roll fucking over."
She stared at him with fright in her eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me," he said "Roll the fuck over." He pushed her over on
her belly.
"Charley!" she protested, trying to wiggle free. "Please… no… come
on and no…" He was on her back with her hands pinned up above her body.
He took both of her small wrists and tied them together with one strong
hand of his own. He reached back with his other hand and started fingering
the crack between her buns "I don't care how much you wanna wail, Susan.
We're going to do this." He reached his finger down into her cunt,
approaching from the rear, and then came back up with plenty of natural
grease. He coated the slot and rubbed up and down, back and forth between
the smooth firm cheeks. She had a natural tan and the only place where her
body was white, creamy white, was on her ass, on her cheeks. He stuffed
his finger into the iris hole and jammed down deep.
"Ooooh, fuck!" she cringed. "It's killing me, Charley. Come on. Please.
No more. That's enough for tonight. Please." She tried to squirm free, but
since he sat on the small of her back, held her hands captive with one hand,
she had no way to get free. His finger continued to plunge and twist in her
anus. "It's too big," she said, "please!" She begged him, but no matter how
much she moaned, he would not let her go. He wanted to make sure that the
next night her anus was significantly stretched out and ready. Finally, he
took his digit out, of her asshole and lay off to the side. She stopped crying
out at him.
"See?" he said. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He patted the smooth
white globes of ass flesh. "There, there," he said. "Isn't that nice?" He ran
his finger up and down between the cheeks without penetrating the hole. He
caressed the groove. "You have a nice little anal vagina there, Susan, and it's
kind of like you're a virgin today. This was the first finger-fucking for your
asshole, and tomorrow we'll get going with it again and in a few days, you'll
be an anal fuck that we'll both enjoy."
"I doubt it," she said. But she had to admit that there was a flow of
juice from her cunt that was so plentiful that it couldn't be denied. She was
puddling on the sheets under her belly, even though her asshole still ached
from the driving pressure of his finger in her tube. "I don't know if I'll ever
really like it," she said, "but it sure is different."
She climbed out of the bed. "Where you going?" he asked. "I got a
hard-on a mile long here."
"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I have to go to the bathroom." He
watched her smooth hips and long legs carry her lovely ass cheeks out of
the room. She closed the door to the john behind her and locked it. Taking a
mirror from the vanity table, she spread her legs and lifted the piece of
reflecting glass to an angle that afforded her a view of her buns and the little
brown hole between. She saw the tight ring of muscle and the shiny juice
around it. "Well," she mumbled to herself, "it certainly doesn't look, like it's
been wounded or anything." She put the mirror aside and took out a tube of
lubricant from the medicine cabinet. "Maybe he'll be pleasantly surprised if
I bring this stuff back with me." She flicked out the light and went back to
the bedroom.
"Charley," she said, climbing into the bed along side him with the tube
of grease out of sight, "maybe, well, I've been thinking. Maybe it would be
better for us to get it all out of the way at once. You know what I mean?"
Charley smiled. "Good baby," he said. "That's the kind of thinking a
man likes to hear from his wife I'll go get some grease and…" She showed
him the tube of lubricant. "Hey," he, said, "now you're using your head." He
took the tube from her and twisted off the cap. "This stuff will make it so
easy. You won't believe it."
She rolled over without his asking. "I hope it's good," she said. "If it
hurts too much will you pull out when I say so?"
"Of course, darling," said Charley, really not paying much attention to
what he was saying. He spread a thin line of ooze down into the narrow
brown crack. "There," he said, "just the way it should be." He put the tube
aside and used his finger to work the ooze into the area around her anus.
"Have to be sure to get the hole nice and greasy," he said. He used his index
finger to push the sphincter full of lubricant. He packed the stuff in – not
really all that much of it but enough to be sure – and wiped his fingers on
her slick cheeks.
"I think it's going to be alright," said Susan, shaking her fanny just for
the hell of it. "Does it look good to you?". She reached back and pulled her
ass cheeks open with two hands.
"It looks perfect," said Charley. He leaned down and inspected the
narrow groove and the hole embedded in the folds of her ass flesh. "It's a
perfect little entrance there. It's gonna be just right. You wait and see."
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"You want me to put some lubricant on your penis?"
"That's right," said Charley. His wife rolled over and took the tube and
some of the grease from it. "Go on," he said, "and lubricate my big boner,
baby. Make it nice and soft and slippery." She spread her fingers out and
wrapped them around his big meat. She stroked the grease into the ridges of
his hefty cock. She kneaded the flesh of his boner until the whole thing
shined. "That's the way, Susan," he said. "Get it nice and ready." Soon she
was using two hands, rubbing his flesh pole with all ten fingers, rolling the
heavy beef steak in her palms. "There," he said, finally, "that's the way it
should be all the time."
Susan looked up and smiled. "I sure hope this works," she said. Then
she rolled over and showed him her buns and her asshole. "Go on," she
said, "and make it, Charley. We can't put it off any longer."
"Right," he said. "Let's go." He climbed between his wife's smooth
thighs and pressed his fingers around the globes of her ass. He leaned
forward and lowered his jumbo flesh spear into place between her buttocks.
By pressing down with his hips, he sandwiched his meat between her buns.
The initial strokes were merely for the purpose of sliding back and forth in
the soft, well-greased canyon, and he had no intention of spiking her anus
right away. He wanted to take his time make sure that the head of his meat
was polished and ready.
"It's nice that way," moaned Susan,, talking to the pillow. Her hands
were stretched out to hold onto the mattress. "I like the feel of that bone-on
between my buns like that." She tried to look behind her, but she couldn't
get an adequate view while laying flat. "What about if I get upon my hands
and knees?" she suggested.
"Sure," said Charley. "Why not?" He let her climb up on all fours. He
changed his angle in order to accommodate the new slope of the narrow
crease. He used his hands to hold the big soft buns apart, and then, when he
had the right position in the greasy canal, he pushed her creamy but tocks
closed around the shaft of his pecker.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "that's nice." She turned her head and was able
to see a bit of the way her husband's hips rocked on her rear end. His
mighty shaft was sliding to and fro in her ass crease, but he was yet to
penetrate into the tube itself. "It's gonna be good," she said. "Big, anyhow."
"Let's find out," he replied. She took hold of the bedboard in front of
her. Her legs were spread out for balance. Charley pulled one buttock away
from the crack and exposed the little hole. "There it is," he said. The thing
was the size of a large pearl, and it was colored dark. A narrow strand of
braided muscle made up the rubbery entrance. It tapered smooth. "Get set,"
he said, pulling a bit at the sphincter with his finger.
"Oh, God," she moaned, like a virgin. "I don't know if we should after
all, darling. I don't know…"
"It's too late for that," said Charley. He pushed the mushroom, head of
his meat into the entrance.
"Uuumph," Susan grunted. "Is it in?"
"It's starting," he said. "It's getting there." He held her ass cheek back
with his hand. He used his other hand to guide the flesh arrow home on the
target. Lunging forward, he used one long thrust to penetrate the entire
length of tight anal flesh.
"Ooooh, Christ!" hollered his wife. "Fucking asshole slut fuck pies it's
too fucking… ooooooh!" She rolled her hips, tried to get away from the
long thick cock muscle grinding down in her anus. But it was no use.
Charley had changed his grip. As soon as he realized how tight things
would be he grabbed his wife around the hips and hugged her buttocks up
close to his crotch. He pulled her buns up around his penetrating meat. He
held her neck with his other hand, in an iron grip, and he shoved down hard.
His stroking phallus was securely lodged in the anal crevice. There was no
way that young Susan could possibly escape him. He bore down hard and
plugged her rear cavity with all of his hefty bone-on.
"Shit," she murmured, her fingers turning white where she gripped the
bedboard. "I can't fucking stand it!"
Ignoring her plea, he located a finger inside her twat. He pulled out a
little in order to test her clit. The thing was stiff and nearly twitching. It was
coated with greasy juice. He probed at it, pushed and pulled with his
pinching fingers, and made sure that this part of her body, as well as her
asshole, received plenty of sensuous stimulation. He could feel the ooze
puddling in his palm as he continued to fuck her cunt. His other hand held
her steady at the nape of her neck, and there he could feel her begin to
sweat with a growing sexual heat. "It's getting there," he said. "I can feel
your body getting hotter, babe. It's not gonna be long now. It's not gonna be
long at all."
She tried to ignore the feeling of ache in her asshole. She moaned
under her breath, "Oooh, shit fuck pies, it's killing me," but she ceased
screaming and hollering as she earlier had been doing. She rolled her butt
mildly, trying to get a feel for what it was like to have a little pump action
in her anus. She could sense, as Charley had, the growing passion in her
twat and the plentiful supply of ooze. "Ahhhh, crap," she swore, "I wish…
ahhhhhhh, shit!"
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, k**," said Charley. "I know what you mean. But it was worth it,
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.
To Be continued
GOODTIME CHARLEY
"I think it's something we have to try," said Charley Bunkers. "We've
been married a while now and I think we could use a little experimenting."
Susan winced at the idea. She put down her cup of coffee and
inspected her husband's face to see how serious he was. His broad shoulders
and hairy chest caught her eye. She looked at his curly dark hair and his
dark eyes. He was smiling.
"Charley," she said, brushing back her own blonde mane, "just because
we've been together for a year or two doesn't mean we have to go and start
experimenting like that. I really don't see the purpose." She pulled her blue
terry cloth robe close around her big tanned titties. Only the creamy tops
remained in view. "Seriously," she continued, still put off by the thought, "I
don't think it would be good." She was worried about her little hole, but she
also wondered what it would feel like. Her husband's big prong, she figured,
would probably destroy her if he used it in the manner he was suggesting.
"And besides," she said, "there are health reasons, too."
"Nonsense," said Charley, "we can take care of that. Doc told me all
about it. No problem at all."
She blushed at the thought of her husband having asked another man,
even the family physician, about such intimate and sexual details. "You
know," she said, "I don't think it's right, your going around and asking
people like that." Her blue eyes flashed at him.
"Don't be silly," said Charley, scratching his arm and not really looking
at Susan. "Doc wouldn't tell a soul." He stood up. "I'm gonna shower and
get ready for Dave and Gloria." He came over to Susan's side of the table
and leaned over her. "Gimmee a feel," he said, reaching into her robe and
palming her two big titties. "What a pair of knockers," he whispered. "I love
em."
"Don't call em knockers," she moaned, pulling away. "It's not nice,
Charley."
"Hey," said Charley, "I just had an idea. We can ask Dave and Gloria
about it. Maybe they'll know something we don't."
"Charley!" she exclaimed, "You wouldn't dare!" She knew he was
joking, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"Just k**ding," he said. "I better get moving, or they're gonna get here
and see me in the buff."
Susan glanced down at her husband's crotch. His muscle was large and
thick. "I bet Gloria would be happy to see that thing of yours," she
whispered. She reached out and palmed Charley's joint. "Oh, my," she said,
"I could never get something like this anywhere near being inside me like
that."
"You'd be surprised what you can do," said Charley, "if you put your
mind to work on it." He smiled and gave Susan a kiss on the mouth. Then
he went on his way to the bathroom.
She heard the shower go on and mused over her coffee. She wondered
where Charley had gotten the idea, what had started him thinking about it.
She'd never heard anyone talking about such a thing, and she herself,
though she knew people did it, had never spoken with anyone who had.
Actually, if she told the truth, she was curious about whether or not it was
possible,, and what it might feel like. Just the thought of it made her nipples
start to rise. She even felt a small battalion of chills start to climb her
smooth tanned thighs. "Oh, God," she muttered into her coffee, "what
would Mother say?"
An hour later she sat with Gloria in the living-room. Dave and Charley
were out in the backyard. "Frankly," said Gloria, "I think it would be good
for you. It's not like it's evil or something, you know." She was twenty-one,
a year older than Susan, and she'd been married about a year longer. She
adjusted her short skirt and continued. "When Dave first suggested it to me,
I had the same feelings you do. I was scared about what it would do to me. I
thought it was dirty and all, and I couldn't stand thinking about it. Now,
well, now…"
Out in the back yard, Charley broached the subject with Dave. "The
thing is," said Dave, "you got to work her into it. Start out with your finger
or something. You know, something small. Always keep her wet though. If
she's not good and wet, it'll be tough going. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah," said Charley, "sure. Sure I know what you mean. But she
always gives me so much shit, you know? I feel like slapping her around or
something just to get her back in order. It pisses me off, you know? I mean
there it is, perfect little brown hole and she gets all upset just because I
happen to look at it or something. It's a bummer, man. I don't know what to
do about it." He tossed a rock against the fence at the back of the yard.
"Well," said Dave, "don't let her give you any shit next time. Just
grease her up and stuff it. Once she gets going, she won't be able to stop.
You'll see. That's how it was with Gloria." He smiled and winked at
Charley. "Besides, you're a lot bigger and stronger than she is anyhow. So
what can she say?"
"Fuck shit piss cunt… you dirty fucking bastard!" is what she said,
screaming her lungs out and flailing like a fish out of water, finally flipping
onto her belly. "Charley," she moaned, "you said you were just gonna try it
a little." She reached down and grabbed her butt. They'd climbed into bed
that night with the thought of having a little normal intercourse, and slowly
but surely Charley had worked his hands, and his wife's temperament,
toward the anal sex. But when he finally pushed his finger into the tube, she
went wild, screaming and hollering obscenities at him, complaining about
the pain. "Jesus," she grunted, "how could you!"
"You talk about it as if I was fucking r****g you," he said, lighting a
cigarette. But then he suddenly put the cigarette out. "I'm not taking this
kind of shit from you," he said in an angry voice. "Roll fucking over."
She stared at him with fright in her eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me," he said "Roll the fuck over." He pushed her over on
her belly.
"Charley!" she protested, trying to wiggle free. "Please… no… come
on and no…" He was on her back with her hands pinned up above her body.
He took both of her small wrists and tied them together with one strong
hand of his own. He reached back with his other hand and started fingering
the crack between her buns "I don't care how much you wanna wail, Susan.
We're going to do this." He reached his finger down into her cunt,
approaching from the rear, and then came back up with plenty of natural
grease. He coated the slot and rubbed up and down, back and forth between
the smooth firm cheeks. She had a natural tan and the only place where her
body was white, creamy white, was on her ass, on her cheeks. He stuffed
his finger into the iris hole and jammed down deep.
"Ooooh, fuck!" she cringed. "It's killing me, Charley. Come on. Please.
No more. That's enough for tonight. Please." She tried to squirm free, but
since he sat on the small of her back, held her hands captive with one hand,
she had no way to get free. His finger continued to plunge and twist in her
anus. "It's too big," she said, "please!" She begged him, but no matter how
much she moaned, he would not let her go. He wanted to make sure that the
next night her anus was significantly stretched out and ready. Finally, he
took his digit out, of her asshole and lay off to the side. She stopped crying
out at him.
"See?" he said. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He patted the smooth
white globes of ass flesh. "There, there," he said. "Isn't that nice?" He ran
his finger up and down between the cheeks without penetrating the hole. He
caressed the groove. "You have a nice little anal vagina there, Susan, and it's
kind of like you're a virgin today. This was the first finger-fucking for your
asshole, and tomorrow we'll get going with it again and in a few days, you'll
be an anal fuck that we'll both enjoy."
"I doubt it," she said. But she had to admit that there was a flow of
juice from her cunt that was so plentiful that it couldn't be denied. She was
puddling on the sheets under her belly, even though her asshole still ached
from the driving pressure of his finger in her tube. "I don't know if I'll ever
really like it," she said, "but it sure is different."
She climbed out of the bed. "Where you going?" he asked. "I got a
hard-on a mile long here."
"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I have to go to the bathroom." He
watched her smooth hips and long legs carry her lovely ass cheeks out of
the room. She closed the door to the john behind her and locked it. Taking a
mirror from the vanity table, she spread her legs and lifted the piece of
reflecting glass to an angle that afforded her a view of her buns and the little
brown hole between. She saw the tight ring of muscle and the shiny juice
around it. "Well," she mumbled to herself, "it certainly doesn't look, like it's
been wounded or anything." She put the mirror aside and took out a tube of
lubricant from the medicine cabinet. "Maybe he'll be pleasantly surprised if
I bring this stuff back with me." She flicked out the light and went back to
the bedroom.
"Charley," she said, climbing into the bed along side him with the tube
of grease out of sight, "maybe, well, I've been thinking. Maybe it would be
better for us to get it all out of the way at once. You know what I mean?"
Charley smiled. "Good baby," he said. "That's the kind of thinking a
man likes to hear from his wife I'll go get some grease and…" She showed
him the tube of lubricant. "Hey," he, said, "now you're using your head." He
took the tube from her and twisted off the cap. "This stuff will make it so
easy. You won't believe it."
She rolled over without his asking. "I hope it's good," she said. "If it
hurts too much will you pull out when I say so?"
"Of course, darling," said Charley, really not paying much attention to
what he was saying. He spread a thin line of ooze down into the narrow
brown crack. "There," he said, "just the way it should be." He put the tube
aside and used his finger to work the ooze into the area around her anus.
"Have to be sure to get the hole nice and greasy," he said. He used his index
finger to push the sphincter full of lubricant. He packed the stuff in – not
really all that much of it but enough to be sure – and wiped his fingers on
her slick cheeks.
"I think it's going to be alright," said Susan, shaking her fanny just for
the hell of it. "Does it look good to you?". She reached back and pulled her
ass cheeks open with two hands.
"It looks perfect," said Charley. He leaned down and inspected the
narrow groove and the hole embedded in the folds of her ass flesh. "It's a
perfect little entrance there. It's gonna be just right. You wait and see."
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"You want me to put some lubricant on your penis?"
"That's right," said Charley. His wife rolled over and took the tube and
some of the grease from it. "Go on," he said, "and lubricate my big boner,
baby. Make it nice and soft and slippery." She spread her fingers out and
wrapped them around his big meat. She stroked the grease into the ridges of
his hefty cock. She kneaded the flesh of his boner until the whole thing
shined. "That's the way, Susan," he said. "Get it nice and ready." Soon she
was using two hands, rubbing his flesh pole with all ten fingers, rolling the
heavy beef steak in her palms. "There," he said, finally, "that's the way it
should be all the time."
Susan looked up and smiled. "I sure hope this works," she said. Then
she rolled over and showed him her buns and her asshole. "Go on," she
said, "and make it, Charley. We can't put it off any longer."
"Right," he said. "Let's go." He climbed between his wife's smooth
thighs and pressed his fingers around the globes of her ass. He leaned
forward and lowered his jumbo flesh spear into place between her buttocks.
By pressing down with his hips, he sandwiched his meat between her buns.
The initial strokes were merely for the purpose of sliding back and forth in
the soft, well-greased canyon, and he had no intention of spiking her anus
right away. He wanted to take his time make sure that the head of his meat
was polished and ready.
"It's nice that way," moaned Susan,, talking to the pillow. Her hands
were stretched out to hold onto the mattress. "I like the feel of that bone-on
between my buns like that." She tried to look behind her, but she couldn't
get an adequate view while laying flat. "What about if I get upon my hands
and knees?" she suggested.
"Sure," said Charley. "Why not?" He let her climb up on all fours. He
changed his angle in order to accommodate the new slope of the narrow
crease. He used his hands to hold the big soft buns apart, and then, when he
had the right position in the greasy canal, he pushed her creamy but tocks
closed around the shaft of his pecker.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "that's nice." She turned her head and was able
to see a bit of the way her husband's hips rocked on her rear end. His
mighty shaft was sliding to and fro in her ass crease, but he was yet to
penetrate into the tube itself. "It's gonna be good," she said. "Big, anyhow."
"Let's find out," he replied. She took hold of the bedboard in front of
her. Her legs were spread out for balance. Charley pulled one buttock away
from the crack and exposed the little hole. "There it is," he said. The thing
was the size of a large pearl, and it was colored dark. A narrow strand of
braided muscle made up the rubbery entrance. It tapered smooth. "Get set,"
he said, pulling a bit at the sphincter with his finger.
"Oh, God," she moaned, like a virgin. "I don't know if we should after
all, darling. I don't know…"
"It's too late for that," said Charley. He pushed the mushroom, head of
his meat into the entrance.
"Uuumph," Susan grunted. "Is it in?"
"It's starting," he said. "It's getting there." He held her ass cheek back
with his hand. He used his other hand to guide the flesh arrow home on the
target. Lunging forward, he used one long thrust to penetrate the entire
length of tight anal flesh.
"Ooooh, Christ!" hollered his wife. "Fucking asshole slut fuck pies it's
too fucking… ooooooh!" She rolled her hips, tried to get away from the
long thick cock muscle grinding down in her anus. But it was no use.
Charley had changed his grip. As soon as he realized how tight things
would be he grabbed his wife around the hips and hugged her buttocks up
close to his crotch. He pulled her buns up around his penetrating meat. He
held her neck with his other hand, in an iron grip, and he shoved down hard.
His stroking phallus was securely lodged in the anal crevice. There was no
way that young Susan could possibly escape him. He bore down hard and
plugged her rear cavity with all of his hefty bone-on.
"Shit," she murmured, her fingers turning white where she gripped the
bedboard. "I can't fucking stand it!"
Ignoring her plea, he located a finger inside her twat. He pulled out a
little in order to test her clit. The thing was stiff and nearly twitching. It was
coated with greasy juice. He probed at it, pushed and pulled with his
pinching fingers, and made sure that this part of her body, as well as her
asshole, received plenty of sensuous stimulation. He could feel the ooze
puddling in his palm as he continued to fuck her cunt. His other hand held
her steady at the nape of her neck, and there he could feel her begin to
sweat with a growing sexual heat. "It's getting there," he said. "I can feel
your body getting hotter, babe. It's not gonna be long now. It's not gonna be
long at all."
She tried to ignore the feeling of ache in her asshole. She moaned
under her breath, "Oooh, shit fuck pies, it's killing me," but she ceased
screaming and hollering as she earlier had been doing. She rolled her butt
mildly, trying to get a feel for what it was like to have a little pump action
in her anus. She could sense, as Charley had, the growing passion in her
twat and the plentiful supply of ooze. "Ahhhh, crap," she swore, "I wish…
ahhhhhhh, shit!"
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, k**," said Charley. "I know what you mean. But it was worth it,
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.
To Be continued
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