VI: HORNY THURSDAY MORNING

The idea for Susan’s next anal adventure came to her in a round about fashion.
It was a horny Thursday morning, close to eleven, when she realized that she
was feeling a bit of a crave between her buns. She’d tried to put it out of her
mind, and she did a good job of it for a short while. Going here and there in
the kitchen, cleaning the stove, washing the dishes, even scrubbing the floor,
she’d managed to convince herself that she could wait until Charley arrived
home. But during her shower, with the steamy water and the oily soap
stimulating her naked flesh, it was everything she could do to keep from
applying her finger to her tight little sphincter muscle. At one point she gave
in, even, and fiddled with the crater and some hair soap, stuffing her asshole
in the shower, but this proved only more frustrating, made her even hotter for
some sensuous love-making than before.

But she tried to put her mind off it by reading a newspaper which Charley had
brought home a few days before. She sat on the livingroom sofa with her short
house coat loose around her chest, her titties flowing out from the lapels, her
long smooth legs fully exposed. The newspaper wasn’t the regular sort. It was
some sort of “hip” journal and eventually Susan made her way to the
advertisements on the back pages.. There in the personals section she
discovered that there were a great many other people like herself with lots of
different sorts of lusty desires. She smiled to herself about the idea of
calling a complete stranger for the purpose of gratifying her sexual needs. At
one point she put the paper aside and discounted the idea, but then, finally
admitting that her desires were stronger than her will, she scanned the paper
for the sort of thing she was interested in. She found one that seemed
interesting and it only took her a minute more to locate the man by phone, He
agreed to come to her house shortly after noon.

Susan quickly arranged the place in such a fashion that it would look neat and
attractive. She would, of course, have to explain to the man that she was
married and that they only had a certain amount of time with which to
consummate their relationship. When everything looked the way she wanted it,
including clean sheets on the bed and romantic lighting in the livingroom as
much as possible given the time of day she again sat down on the sofa and this
time she was wearing her short skirt, a loose blouse, and she had her hair tied
up in a bun. She looked like a lovely little high school co-ed, ready and
willing to try out just about anything just so long as her husband Charley
didn’t find out about it.

The doorbell rang about five minutes later and she pushed her cigarette out in
the ash tray on the coffee table. “Come in,” she said. “It’s open.” The door
swung open, and to Susan’s delight, there stood a handsome young man, blond
like herself, well-built and well-dressed. He was smiling and his blue eyes
took Susan in, checked her out from ankle to eyes, in about two seconds.
“Hello,” he said, stepping into the livingroom, “my name’s Andy.”

“Come in, Andy,” said Susan, standing up to shake hands with the stranger. He
carried a black leather bag in one hand and he switched it to the other hand in
order to carry out the greeting. “Glad you called,” said Andy, shutting the
door behind him.

“Me, too,” said Susan “But I have to explain I’m marred and I’ve never done
anything like this before, you know, with a stranger and all, and I sure hope
you’ll help me keep this a secret.”

“I’m married, too,!” said Andy. “So I understand.”

They sat down on the sofa with a bottle and an ice bucket and glasses which
Susan had earlier prepared. They drank a bit, slowly but surely broke the
proverbial ice, working quickly through the questions and answers they had for
each other. “I only just got into anal sex,” explained Susan. “I like it so
much I feel like a little girl who’s discovered sex for the first time. What
about you?”

“Oh, it’s more or less the same. I’ve always liked to fuck a good set of buns,
but it took me a long time to get good at it and all. I used to worry that I
was going to hurt the girl or something, you know. But now it’s as natural as
combing my hair.” He eyeballed Susan’s long smooth thighs. “You have nice
legs,” he said. “I bet your ass cheeks are just as smooth.”

“Want to see?” she replied with a warm smile.

“Wouldn’t mind,” said Andy.

She put down her drink and stood up in front of the coffee table. She hitched
up her skirt and turned around. “Bend over a little,” said Andy. “I want to see
the hole.” She leaned forward. He had a perfect view of her firm round cheeks,
of the brown crater and groove. “It’s nice,” he said. “That’s very nice
indeed.”

“Now,” said Susan, standing back upright and letting her skirt fall down to
place, “maybe I should take a look at you. Just tube sure I’m getting a fair
exchange, eh?”

Andy laughed and then stood up. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers
drop. Then he pulled his underwear down. “Wow,” exclaimed Susan, beside herself
with joy, “this is gonna be fun.” She came over beside Andy and put one arm
around his neck. The other hand coasted down between his legs. She squeezed his
thigh and then stroked his genitals. “You have a big meat, Andy,” she said,
“and I’m gonna like it when you put that thing in my asshole.” She kissed the
stranger’s lips and she used her tongue to tour the inside of his mouth. By the
time they broke away, Andy had a hard-on and Susan was heating up. They were
both blushing and hot.

“Where’s the bedroom?” asked Andy.

“This way,” said Susan, taking him by the hand. “Don’t forget your little black
bag there. By the way, what’s in that?”

“Oh, you know, the usual, a few things to make it exciting for you. That’s
all.”

“Good,” she said, as they entered the bedroom. “I put fresh sheets on the bed
just for us.”

Andy looked at the bed. “Mind if I check out the, frame?” he asked.

“No, but whatever for?” she asked.

“Some of the tools I use,” explained Andy who was looking down at the frame
which supported the mattress, “require a special kind of brace. We’re in luck,”
he added as he stood up. “This bed is standard.”

“Oh, good,” said Susan, paying this idea no mind. She undressed beside the bed,
next to the little black bag which Andy had set down. He, too, took off his
clothes. When both of them were naked they embraced and kissed for a moment or
two, and then Andy pushed Susan onto the bed. “I think we better get started. I
don’t know about you, but I think we should try and make time for at least a
couple of rounds, eh?”

“Oh, yes,” said Susan. “How shall we start?” Andy smiled and reached over the
side of the bed for his bag. “First a little grease, eh?” He pulled out a clear
plastic tube of colored grease. “This stuff comes from Sweden. It’s a special
make of lubricant. Spread your legs, Susan, and I’ll put some where it counts.”
She smiled and spread her legs for him. She even reached back and held her own
ass flesh open. The narrow groove sparkled with anticipation. The hole squeezed
open and closed, and when Andy applied his finger, open again. “Ooooh, my,” she
said, “that’s warm, that stuff. Amazing!” He coated her ass crack with ooze,
and he fingered her bunghole with the stuff. Soon he had a thin coating of
Swedish lubricant spread up and down the walls of her ass canyon, and there was
plenty of the Stuff in her anus, too.

“It tickles,” she said. “I like the way you do it though. It’s like having the
doctor give me an examination.” Andy, meanwhile, was applying some of the
lubricant to his cock. When the shaft and the head were slippery and evenly
covered, he put the juice aside. “Now for a little test run,” he said, pulling
from his bag yet another tool. “I just want to be sure that we have you good
and hot before we go spending any sperm juice in that hole, eh?”

“Alright by me,” said Susan, wiggling her cute fanny as if to affirm her
statement. “You just help yourself.”

Andy took the new tool, a plastic cock sculpted like a real one, and applied
the mushroom tip to the crease between Susan’s buns. He rubbed the artificial
penis back and forth. Susan moaned a little every now and then, and it was
plain to see, from the way her back and her nape turned crimson, that she was
heating quickly. “I’m getting hot fast, Andy,”.. she said. “That thing’s really
nice.” He smiled but said nothing. He leaned over her butt and put the
synthetic cock at an acute angle. The mushroom tip rested at the entrance to
Susan’s sphincter muscle. “Here we go,” he cautioned her. “Ready?” Before Susan
could answer, he stuffed her asshole in one stroke. “Oooh, fuck!” she wailed.
“Too fast!” He chuckled and kept the fat phallus placed deep in her fanny. He
held it by the back end of the thing and jammed it from side to side in what
little space was available. Susan’s sphincter was split wide open by the
jamming plastic rod, and her asshole tube buried the joint, squeezed on the
intruding object, and was stimulated by it. “How’s it going?” he asked, his
left hand holding the device in her buns, his right stroking her right cheek.
“You o.k.?”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, “it’s so fucking big. It doesn’t bend like a real prick.
You know what I mean? It doesn’t give the way a real cock does.”

“You just wait until I get you strapped in and I get my own penis up there,”
said Andy. “Then you’ll be really excited.” He chuckled and extracted the
artificial member from Susan’s anus. “Oooh,” `she sighed, “I miss it already.”
Andy set aside the sculpted penis. “Now for a little of the real McCoy,” he
said, and with that he climbed up between the backs of her legs. His joint was
well-lubricated and stiff as a hat rack. “Can you feel this?” he asked, leaning
his rubbery meat into position between her cheeks.

“Oh, God, yes,” she muttered. “That’s nice and soft.” She came up on her hands
and knees and made the slope of her crack a little steeper. Andy adjusted his
angle and enjoyed the thrill of a slide or two up and down the anal crease. He
kept Susan’s pretty buns apart with `his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her ass
with, his strong, experienced fingers, and meanwhile, his hefty cock muscle
stroked back and forth, rubbing the buns, sliding in the groove. He was yet to
start in with his prick on her sphincter muscle. This was just the warm-up
exercise. “It’s so warm and slippery,” said Susan, rocking her hips for him. “I
like the way you hold my ass with your hands. It’s nice like that. I sure am
glad I called you today.”

“Me, too,” said Andy, continuing to roll his meat up and down between her buns.
“It’s going to be a great and memorable day for the two of us. You have such
pretty ass cheeks and such fine smooth legs. And I like your titties, too.
Sometimes I like to come just by rubbing my penis between a pair of big smooth
breasts. That’s just for fun though. The real stuff is in the asshole. You know
what I mean?”

“Oh, God, yes. I certainly do know what you mean.” She was getting hot and
perspiring. She could feel the juice begin to trickle out of the walls of her
vagina and `into her cave. Soon her silky pubic forest would be hot and wet.
Her smooth tanned loins were covered with chills and her hips were beginning to
quiver. She could only think one thing: how to get the most out of Andy’s cock
when he finally started shoving it into her little brown hole. “Shit,” she
muttered, “it’s gonna be a good one, Andy. Isn’t it gonna be good?”

“You bet,” he said. “I don’t mess around, darling. It’s gonna be an anal fuck
you’ll remember forever.” He took a couple more slides in the greased crease,
and then he angled the spongy tip of his mushroom head. He pointed it, at the
rounded sphincter entrance. He used a finger for a last test dip, puncturing
the hole and widening it, preparing it for his thickened hot meat. “Here you
go, little honey,” he said, “the cock you been waiting for.”

She took a deep breath and reached back with one hand to aid in the entrance.
But Andy shoved Susan’s hand out of the way. He didn’t want any extra anything
in there, except, of course, for his powerful meat wedge. “Baby,” he said,
“you’re gonna get the best stroke in town right now. Ready?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m so ready it hurts.”

He pushed forward, into the anal circle, and with one long thrust ‚entered her
ass flesh. “Ooooh, Christ!” she hollered. “Fuck!” He had landed in one stroke
the tip of his joint in the center of her bowels. Her fanny was held apart now,
not by his or her hands, but by the thick shaft of his huge erection. His bone
was stiff and meaty, and it filled her tube entirely, stretched her smooth anus
muscle into the diameter .of a silver dollar. He was pioneering inside her
butt, making her as though it was the first time. “It’s so fucking fat,” she
screamed. “Oooh, God, fuck!” She started scratching at the sheets, grabbing at
the pillow. Her body flipped up and down and in order to keep a good secure
grip or her, Andy reached up with both hands, taking hold of Susan’s red,
perspiring shoulders. He held on tight around her neck and her shoulders and
kept his meat plunged deep in her fanny.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she moaned. “Shit, fuck, piss … it’s too fucking much,
man. You have to get it out. It’s too … fucking big!” She tried to get free,
to loosen up so that his joint ,would back out, like a worm exiting her cavity,
but there was no way. No matter how much she relaxed her anus muscle and it was
hard to do even that the feel was still tight and thick. It was like having put
on a glove that was too small. “Jesus, uuuuhhh,” she grunted. “Please … no
more … that’s enough… fuck.”

“Just hang on, baby,” he said, “this ride only just started.” He reached one
hand under her chest and grabbed hold of her big firm right mammary. He kneaded
the flesh of her breast while punishing her asshole with his mammoth fuck
stick. She was sweating and moaning, groveling while he ravished her anus. “Oh,
no. Oh, no,” she murmured. “Oh, Jesus, NO!” But it was all a vain, useless
effort. He was tied in deep, and there was no wrenching free until he wanted it
that way. Andy was an experienced ass fucker, and he knew how to get what he
wanted from a good, tight bunghole.

“Just another minute more, honey, and this first fuck will be history. Just
another minute … ahhhhhh, perfect!” His joint throbbed, squirted off in the
chamber, flooded the back bowels with hot slippery jism. A moment later he
extracted the flesh injection tool from her anal cunt. He pulled out and rolled
onto his back alongside her. She collapsed in a combination of pre-orgasmic
ecstasy and post anal agony. “Fucking-A,” she complained in a whisper. “That
thing of yours is so God damn big, you nearly killed me. My asshole won’t be
the same for a year.”

“Just think,” said Andy, “if we weren’t using any juice.”

“You’re kidding,” she said. “Did you ever do it that way? With no lubricant?”

“All the time,” he said. “I got one woman, a housewife like yourself, and she
insists that I don’t use lubricant. She loves it big and thick and hot but no
juice. Funny, eh? He took along drag and blew out the smoke in a neat, thin
line. “I remember the time I fucked a girl five times a row up the ass-hole.
She couldn’t sit down for a week. Ha, ha, ha. What a kick!” He took another
puff on his cigarette. “One, little `girl, couldn’t have been more than fifteen
years old, answered my ad. She was a virgin anus, you know, and she had no idea
what she was getting herself in for. To top it all off, she had the smallest
little asshole you ever did see. I had to use about a pint of my Swedish lube
shit on her in order to get a finger in there. It was so tight I thought she
was gonna start bleeding. She screamed bloody fucking murder, and I got out of
there just in time, before her mother came home, early from work. What a mess!
Ha, ha, ha. It was a kick in the ass, alright. Her ass! Ho, ho, ho.”

“That doesn’t seem so funny to me,” said’ Susan, rubbing her still slightly
sore buns. “I mean, after all, a young girl like that.”

“You know what?” said Andy. “That little bitch still calls me today. You know
that? She calls up and once a week I go out to her mother’s house and service
her. It’s not the same I mean her tube’s all worn out and all. You know? I
mean, it really is something to see the change in her. But she can’t live
without a good piece from me once a week. So I do it. It’s the least I could do
eh?” He put his cigarette aside for a moment and reached &own between Susan’s
soft thighs. “Maybe you and I’ll get like that, eh baby? You know `what I
mean?” He found her clit in a second and started flicking it back and forth.
“You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, maybe,” said Susan. She was beginning to wonder about Andy, about his
sexual attitude. He was, after all, a stranger, and he seemed to be more and
more sadistic with everything he said. But she liked the way he fingered her
clitoris. He seemed to know exactly how to push and pull on the little twat
prick, and his method of fucking her up the asshole, despite the fact that his
penis was gargantuan, was very efficient. She wondered if she could withstand
another onslaught in her bunghole. She doubted it, and for that reason took
Andy by the wrist and pulled his hand out from, between her loins. “I think we
better slow down a little,” she said softly. “I don’t think–”

“It’s good that you don’t think, honey,” said Andy, cutting her off the way he
wanted to. He shoved his hand back between her thighs. “I just happen to like a
woman who doesn’t think too much.” He poked a finger into her vagina. “You just
keep your pretty little legs spread out and keep from thinking and you’ll be
super happy, eh? Won’t that be nice?” He stroked the silky interior of her cunt
flesh. His finger was covered with juice. “It’s gonna be real nice. You’ll like
it a lot.”

“Now wait a second,” she protested, “I just said that I don’t want to do it
again. This is my house and –” He climbed onto her and shoved her hands behind
her head. She still didn’t know what he was doing. He’d taken her by surprise.
From somewhere appeared his black bag. He pulled out a halter of some sort and
strapped it across her waist, still holding her hands with one of his hands. He
had the harness wrapped around her pelvis, and the leather straps of the thing
binded the flesh of her ass. “You just take it easy,” said Andy, “and you’ll
have a really nice buttfuck, eh?”

She tried to resist, but he held her by the hands too tightly. He rolled her
over, at one point, and somehow cinched the leather halter even tighter. It
held her from the sides. A moment later, when she was exhausted from
struggling, he climbed off her back and attached one end of the halter to the
side of the bedframe. He climbed back onto her, pulled out another strap from
the apparatus, and tied it to the opposite side of the bed. Two more straps
stretched upwards to the head of the bed, and he tied them around the bed
posts. She was stretched open at the fanny, by her thighs, her torso was held
in place by the belts which attached to the head of the bed.

“Oh, God,” she moaned into the pillow, “what the hell are you doing to me?”

“Nothing that you wouldn’t want done, honey,” he said. “I could tell from
taking one look at you that this is what you need. I invented this saddle
myself. You like it? Ha, ha, ha. Isn’t it nice? Ho, ho, ho.” He laughed
sadistically and patted her on the buttocks. “Nice and smooth,” he murmured. “A
little wet, but nice and smooth.” Her cheeks were held open by the tension in
the leather straps. One crossed the small of her back, and two others were
wound around her smooth golden `thighs. Because she was belly down, and,
because of the angle at which he’d tied and fastened the gear, her asshole was
as vulnerable as possible. Even the sphincter muscle was slightly open, thanks,
to the leather saddle. “You see,” he said. “I’m an expert at this sort of
thing. I know just how to make a little anal housewife happy. It’s gonna be
fun, fun, fun.” He greased his cock as he spoke. He stood off the bed at the
side. Susan turned her face, the only part of her body that she still had the
free use of, and said: “You’re mad,” she said, “You’re crazy. I didn’t call up
to get this.”

“Sure, sure,” he said. “You just called up to have me come and play kissy
facey.” He leaned over his leather satchel again and pulled out a black stick.
It opened up like a telescope and the last portion of the extending rod turned
into horse hairs. He stroked Susan’s fanny with the soft strands. Every now and
then he entered the open crease with the stick and pressed the hairs around the
entrance to her asshole tube. “Isn’t that nicer?” he asked. “Don’t you just
love being tied down like that? Eh?” He pushed the handle end of the stick into
her anus.

“Oooh, God, no!” she cried. Her plaintive appeal was nothing to Andy if not
encouragement that he was giving her what she wanted. “I like to hear you cry
like that,” he said. “Makes me know you’re having a good fun time, eh?” He
chuckled and pressed the knoby rod into her anus again. “Fuck,” she moaned,
“please, no, I don’t want you to hurt me.”

“Hurt you? I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you up the
anus. Don’t you know the difference little girl? Ha, ha, ha. That’s rich. Up
the anus. Ho, ho, ho.” He put the stick aside and climbed up between the backs
of Susan’s legs. He leaned down so that his massive prick would go sliding on
her stretched open loins. He rubbed the underside of his joint against her
slick flesh. The tanned skin went red and chilled instantly. Andy looked down
and saw that despite her complaints, Susan was getting turned on. “Didn’t I
tell you that you’d like this?” he said. `”Isn’t that nice?”

It wasn’t that what he was doing was hurting her. It was that she feared, tied
and unable to move as she was, that he might do something else that she would
not like, that would hurt her. She made a silent vow to try not to scream and
to never again have intercourse of any sort with a stranger. But it was much
too late for that kind of thinking.

“I imagine you want a little spanking, too,” said Andy. “Isn’t that right.”

“No,” she said into the pillow. “Please, I don’t like that kind of thing.”

“Of course you do,” said Andy. “All anal women like a little pink ass every now
and then.” With that he arranged himself for a good. angle on her firm
positioned cheeks. He opened his hand and slapped her ass flesh with his palm.
There was a smacking noise, like someone clapping, and he stroked up and down,
stinging her cheeks severely with his hand. He did this until he heard her
yelping and then he looked around at her face. There were tears in her eyes.
“You’re crying like a little baby, Susan. Don’t be a baby, now, because you
won’t have any fun if you cry like that. This is going to be something nice for
you to remember. Ha, ha, ha,” he laughed. “Something very, very nice.”

Then he climbed back between her spread loins and used one finger to diddle in
her sphincter muscle. He pressed lightly and then, suddenly, he shoved his
entire digit up into her anus. “Ooooh, God, fuck No!” she moaned loudly “Please
… no!” But Andy held all the cards. He had his Ace finger up her anus and he
wasn’t about to pull it out without getting a good long run up that tube. He
wormed back and forth in there, spreading the thing, making it bigger and
better than ever. “There,” he said, pulling his finger slowly out of the long
tight tube, “isn’t that nice, little girl? Isn’t that just the best little feel
you ever did have?”

He didn’t wait for her answer. He climbed up to her asshole with his stiff cock
and pushed the head of his meat into the space. He jammed forward and thrust
his joint all the way up the length of the anal canyon. He landed far back in
her soft bowels and moaned and grunted as he went: “Oh, yeah, nice little
asshole. Nice little anus fuck. Just so smooth and so nice. What a perfect
little fanny you have, Susan, once we get it going, eh? Once we get it nice and
open with my big hog.”

“Oh, please,” she begged him. “Won’t you please let up? It’s just too much.”
But if she told the truth, she rather liked the idea of being stretched spread
eagle, of having no choice in what would happen to her soft, smooth flesh. She
could feel the juice puddling down between her loins. She knew that no matter
how much he was spreading her asshole tube, she was also getting hot and
bothered. It was the thickest piece of cock she’d ever had up her asshole, and
one that she wouldn’t ever forget. She was waiting, though, for the final
moment, for when he would ejaculate, spit out his sperm juice inside her
bowels, make her insides go hot and wet with pudding. “Come on,” she said,
“hurry up. Make it come. Come on.”

“Just a second,” he said, holding her by her trim smooth hips. “I want this to
last for just another minute or so.” He pounded his groin flat against her ass
cheeks. He made sure that her cave was full of both hot cock meat and hot sperm
juice. It didn’t take long for him to get the second done. He became orgasmic,
filled her bowels with the creamy juice, and then pulled out.

“Oh, God,” she muttered, “now will you let me out of this contraption? Please?”

He smiled and then laughed outright. “In a minute,” he said. “I just want to
get a quick little picture and then I’ll let you go.”

“What do you mean a picture,” she protested. She could only look sideways and
when she did, she saw that he stood at the side of the bed with a camera which
he’d apparently pulled out of his black bag. The camera flashed. and she knew
that now there was a permanent record of her infidelity. There was no way that
if Charley saw this picture she could explain it. She thought about telling him
she’d taken the picture and, tied herself up alone, but it would be an obvious,
lie, an impossible thing to have done. “Jesus,” she said, “you really are an
asshole.”

“Now, now,” said Andy, putting his, camera away, let’s be friends. Besides, you
aren’t in very good shape to be saying nasty things about me, now, are you?” He
smiled and. pulled on the cord of leather which held her hands spread out. She
winced at the instant pain this caused her. “Please,” she said, “let me loose.”

“Alright, alright,” said Andy. “Stop your bleating and your bitching and I’ll
let you up.”

She remained quiet. He untied the straps around her butt, the leather throngs
holding her wrists to the head of the bed. He took the harness off of her
pelvis and gathered up the leather saddle. “There you are,” he said, getting
dressed. “Wasn’t that nice?”

She sat upon the side of the bed rubbing her waist where the leather had
gathered tight. She massaged her wrists “You’re an asshole,” she ,said. He
slapped her quickly across the face. “Don’t ever call me that again,” said
Andy. “I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you if you do.” She lay back in the
bed. “What makes you think you’ll ever see me again,” she said with vengeance.
“I’ll never call you here again if you’re the last man on earth.”

“Don’t forget,” he said, on his way out of the bedroom with his leather
satchel, “that I have your picture here.” She grabbed the alarm clock off the
end table and threw it with all her might at him. But he sidestepped the thing,
chuckled, and left. She lay back in bed, no longer horny, but not all together
sure what exactly had happened. “Shit,” she grunted, “what an asshole.” But
deep down inside she was excited by the forced fuck and by the prospect that
she might again get that huge meat of his stuffed up her anus.