XII: HOME SWEET HOME

“What’s the sour puss for, baby?” asked Charley Bunker as he scooped up a
forkful of mashed potatoes. “You look like some one smacked you around.” He cut
himself a piece of steak while he swallowed down the potato.

“I’m horny,” said Susan, nibbling lightly at the remains of her salad. “I’m so
fucking frustrated you wouldn’t believe it.” She waited for Charley to say
something. But he was already chewing on his steak meat and getting ready to
cut off some more. “Didn’t you hear me?” she asked. “I said I’m horny. I want
an ass fuck. I want that hog of yours in my butt. I want you to play with my
cunt, too. I can’t be any clearer than that, can I, Charley? Charley?”

He looked up and belched. “I get it,” he said. “You want to go to bed now, is
that it? Well, you got to wait until after dinner, baby. I had a long tough day
today, and as soon as I get the ol’ bod replenished, I’ll give you a fuck
you’ll never forget. How’s that sound? Maybe two even.” He swatted at his peas
and scooped them into his face. “Mmmmm,” he said, “you’re a good cook, baby.
And you’re always horny. What more could a man ask for?”

It didn’t take long for the couple to finish coffee and dessert. From then on
it was a night of pure sex. First they took a quick shower, and Charley even
shaved, just to make sure he was clean and neat. He wanted to give Susan a
really fine anal fuck, and he always, performed better when he felt neat and
clean. Susan, for her part, used a new depilatory, one that left her long
shapely legs as smooth as tanned calf leather. She was soft and slick by the
time she stepped out of the shower, and Charley felt up her smooth thighs
immediately. He reached one hand down between her lovely legs and eventually
landed a finger in her cunt tube. “There,” he said, “is something worth eating
again.” He sat her down on the edge of the tub and tongued her clit into a
frenzy. She held his bobbing head in her hands and moaned in the tiled
bathroom. “Oooh, God, Charley. Do it harder, honey. Really lick it good. Baby,
I love you.” She pressed her ample tanned thighs close on his cheeks. A moment
later Charley came up with a Chin of clit juice. He washed his face off and
Susan finished drying her body.

Then they went to the bedroom. “First the dildo,” said Susan, climbing onto the
bed. “Which end you want to start with?” She had a big lecherous smile on her
face. Charley couldn’t help but laugh. “Which end do you think?” He greased up
the electric cock and his wife lay on her belly. He spread her legs and he
parted her buns so that he could get the thick vibrating rubber prong well into
her rectum. “Oooh, yeah,” she cooed as soon as the rubber stick started shaking
in her asshole. “Oh, yeah, Jesus!”

Charley pushed down hard. He used his free hand to keep her ass cheeks wide
open. Simultaneously, he rotated the mechanical pecker so that Susan’s anus got
the best possible stimulation. It didn’t take a hell of a lot of time before
she was groaning. She came up on her hands and knees panting for breath. “Do it
hard, honey. And get my clit. Do it really hard and rub my little twat-penis.
Please?”

He reached around and while he held the dildo in place in his wife’s asshole,
he located a finger in her cunt. There he rubbed her clitoris and got the
juices of her pussy flowing evenly. “Nice,” he said, finger-fucking her pussy,
“really nice.” The machine, however, grinded to a halt. “What the hell?” he
growled. “This thing’s got no juice in it. Batteries are dead.” He tossed the
useless vibrator aside. “We don’t need that thing,” he said. “I got two fingers
that work better than that dildo.” He kept one of those two fingers in Susan’s
cunt channel and on her clit, and the other he poked into her anus. “There,” he
said, stretching out the iris sphincter muscle, “isn’t that better?”

“Fuck yes,” she moaned. “That’s the best.” He stroked all the way into her tube
and filled the hot little butt crotch with digit. “I like that, Charley, A
lot!” She wiggled her rump and started panting. “I sure do hope you don’t get
tired, honey,” she said, “because I’m as horny as bull frog in spring.” Thus
Charley had successfully plugged both of his wife’s pelvic holes with his
fingers. She swung from side to side, up and down, pumping herself with the two
fingers. If she pressed forward, her cut was smoothly scraped with his index
finger. If she leaned back, her anus was gouged with his middle digit. It was,
for Susan, close to total stimulation. “Oh, God,” she gasped, “I can’t stand it
any more, Charley. Get the grease and put your prick in me. Come on and do it
to my bunghole, honey. I need it.”

Charley yanked his fingers Out of Susan’s sweet little holes. He picked up the
tube of grease and spread enough ooze to make penetration of her asshole so
easy that a child could do it. He pushed some of the lubricant down into the
hole with his finger. When he was quite sure she was ready — it was obvious
from her moaning and groaning and her swinging hips and flapping butt cheeks –
he put the oily cream aside and mounted Susan’s rectum. His thick cock head
squeezed into the tight circle of anus muscle and filled the narrow space. A
moment later he’d thrust himself all the way down her asshole tube, had filled
her fanny with cock meat, and there was no stopping him. His jackhammer stroke
action pounded her meaty rump with penis flesh.

“Oh, God, Charley,” she cried out, “give me your hand. Let me have your hand.”
She reached around the side of her body and took one of his butt squeezing
hands in her own. She took his middle finger and stroked her clit with it.
“Just let me rub this way while you fuck my anus. Just a little.” She used his
finger the way she would, have used an artificial phallus. She `pumped herself,
rubbed her clit, and massaged her interior vagina cabe with Charley’s willing
finger. At the same time as she did this, Charley continued to screw her rump
into a crimson blush. Soon his cock was entirely buried in ass meat, and his
groin was flush with her cheeks. It was a good tight cornhole nailing.

“Jesus,” moaned Charley in a whisper, “this is good, baby. You’ve come a long
way since those virgin nights, `eh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Susan agreed, taking his hand from her twat and applying his
fingers to her titty. “Rub there, too, Charley. Make my breasts hot, too.”

He gladly palmed her big pendular breast. He rolled the hilly flesh in his
fingers. He pulled on the nipple and pinched it lightly. Every now and then he
took as much of the big titty as would fit in his hand and squeezed. “Wow,” she
would moan, “that’s nice.” Or, “Fuck me, Charley,” she would scream. And all
the time that she gasped and moaned and enjoyed the, feel of his hand on her
chest, she also worked her ass on his cock. She moved and swiveled her butt as
though there were no stopping her. Her ass was a big flesh swing, and Charley’s
cock was getting the rubbing and the ride of his life. “Wow,” he whispered,
“baby, you really are horny, eh?” He shoved in deeper, it seemed than ever
before. The tip of his cock was buried in bowel flesh.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “Oh, God, here I go.”

With that she came all over herself, puddled between her loins. Charley,
feeling his wife’s intense sexual excitement, prepared to ejaculate. He waited
for the involuntary ripple of Susan’s anal muscle. It arrived a moment later,
undulating, squeezing, milking the jism out of his bone-on. The spongy mushroom
head of his meat exploded inside her bowels and flooded the back cave with
sperm juice. “Yes, Charley,” she cried softly. “Oh, God, yes!”‘

When it was all over Charley pulled his hog out of his wife’s dorsal hole and
sat back on the bed. He lit up a cigarette. “You’ve been doing a lot of ass
fucking, baby.”

“Thanks to you,” she said.

“No,” he contradicted her calmly, “not just thanks to me. I mean you have been
ass fucking a lot of guys. Not just me.”

“Charley!” she exclaimed and blushed. “You don’t think I’ve been fooling
around, do you?”

“No,” he said, exhaling from his cigarette. “I don’t think so. I know so. So
can the bullshit and let me tell you that it’s alright by me. I mean that,
Susan. It’s o.k.”

“Really?” she said.

“Yup. You know what makes me say that? I been doing a little tinkering on the
side myself. I fucked Gloria and a couple of other assholes just this week.”

“You’re kidding,” said Susan. “I didn’t know that. Well, I’ll be damned. And
here I was feeling guilty about it all this time.”

“No need for that,” said Charley. “You’ve become a better fuck for it, too.”
“You want to do it again?” she asked.

“If you wash out first,” he said. “With my help, that is.” He smiled and took
her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He’d arranged the douche bag
before they got into bed. Now all he needed to do was stuff the plastic nozzle
up Susan’s asshole. “Come on,” he said, pointing to the tub, “bent over and let
me get this thing cleaned out.” She rolled onto the edge of the tub and
straddled it. Her anus was available to him. He poked the plastic head of the
douche applicator into her sphincter. “Careful,” she said. “Don’t want to break
anything now, do we.” He took the cock-stop off and the douche poured into her
bowels. She felt like a balloon was being filled up inside her, blown up so
full that it would burst. “Oh, God, Charley. Please. You better stop. It’s
getting to be too much. Please. No.” But he filled her up the rest of the way,
drained the bag entirely and all of the contents were flooding the inside of
Susan’s ass bowels. Then he pulled the nozzle out. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Look
out.” She pushed him out of the way and sat down on the toilet.

A little while later she was clean and showered. She was drying in front of the
bedroom mirror. “How about that,” she said, patting her big pendular titties
dry. “And all this time that I was out balling these guys and wondering if
you’d care, it didn’t matter a bit. I just find that amazing.”

“Give a little,” said Charley, who lay on the bed smoking a cigarette, “and get
a little.” He exhaled a long puff of grey smoke. “I like your butt, baby. It’s
cute.” She leaned over so that he would have even a nicer view of it. “Good,”
he said. “That’s good.” He could see the hot little hole, the clean anus
tissue, and the narrow crack. His cock started firming just from one little
look. The moon globes were smooth and silky and nearly perfectly round. The
backs of her thighs were shapely and supple. And her calves were nicely
rounded, too. She was clean and beautiful and young, and it was one of the few
times that Charley didn’t mind the fact that he was not single but married. His
wife was a fine piece of ass. “Come on over here,” he said, “and let’s get
started on fuck number two, eh?”

She finished drying her back and joined him on the bed. “How shall we do it
this time?” she asked. “Right on up there in my butt or a little bit of play
first?”

Charley saw a pencil on the end table. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “you lay
down and spread your butt open. I’ll give you a little probe and then we’ll do
the fuck, eh?” He picked up. the pencil and greased it with some of the
lubricant which was handy. Meanwhile, Susan spread herself out on her belly.
She held onto the bedboard with her hands, and she spread her legs as wide as
they could go.

Charley took a position on his knees between his wife’s golden tanned thighs.

He leaned down like a surgeon over a wound and grabbed hold of Susan’s left ass
cheek. He peeled the buttock back and exposed her rectum. Then he took the
eraser end of the wood pencil and circled lightly, grazing the tapered entrance
to her anus.

“That’s nice,” she said. “I like the way that feels.” He pressed, slowly but
surely, the eraser, and then the pencil, into the anus canal. He worked it
deeper and deeper into her rump until finally only the point was visible.
“Oooh, God,” cried Susan, “it’s in too far. Pull it out a little. Please? Pull
it out?”

He stroked the pencil back out of her tube. He left it half-way in her anus and
rolled it around and around so that he stretched and stimulated her highly
erotic sphincter muscle. “That’s nice,” she said. “That’s really good.” He
continued to hold her buttock out of the way so that he could watch the pencil
as it rubbed here and there against the entrance to Susan’s lovely little round
brown rectum hole. “Ah, yes,” she cooed, feeling the greasy narrow piece of’
wood working her over, “I’m getting hot all over again. It’s nice, Charley. I
like that pencil up my. rump. Keep doing it It’s nice.’ I like something like
that.”

“You just wait until you get my big wet cock in there, honey. That!! be
something to cream about.”

“Do it now, Charley. Put your penis in me now. I’m ready, darling. I’m ready
for all the hot erection you can give me.” To prove her point,, she shook her
butt up and down. “O.k., o.k.,” said Charley. “Lemme get the pencil out.” He
stroked the yellow wood out of her asshole and tossed it aside. Then he
lubricated his cock muscle. The spongy mushroom head was heated and red,
expanded to full size.

“Come on,” she impatiently begged him. “Please. I’m ready, Charley. Now’s the
time to fuck me with your joint.” She reached back with two hands and held her
ass flesh back and apart. The groove was as wide and slippery as it could be,
and the hole was dilated to the full diameter. All Charley had to do was aim
his cock, place the mushroom head at the entrance, and give his hips a good
jerk. In he went! Wham!

“Oh, Christ, yes!” she cried, still holding her cheeks open for him. “Oh,
fucking ass-hole!”

Charley pushed forward, down a little deeper, and then his, prick was buried in
Susan’s ass flesh, all the way in. She let loose of her buns and they flopped
closed around his thick fuck-stick shaft. He pushed’ a little harder so his nut
nest would rock softly against the balls of her ass cheeks. “There you go,” he
whispered as he leaned closer to her face. “Isn’t that the way you like it,
Susan? Isn’t that just right, baby-doll?”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned back to him. “Oh, Charley, darling, If only I could look
at you at the same time as you fucked my asshole. Oh, God, it’s good.” She
tried to turn her head in order to look at him, but the best they could do was
get their faces side by side. Cheek to cheek, he continued plying her tube with
his strong penis. His bone-on turned her sphincter in several directions at
once. He rubbed it open and closed with a thumb he’d squeezed `down alongside
his joint. And he kept her cunt stimulated, too, by revolving a finger next to.
her clitoris.

Soon she began to roll her hips, to squeeze her interior asshole muscle. She
made waves, long undulating ripples of flesh in her tube, and she tugged on his
hefty, joint with all of her might. She swiveled her hips with his dick
stuffing her anus, and made sure that she widened her sphincter as best she
could to accommodate yet another half-inch of his thick base. When she had all
the flesh cock she could possibly get inside her rump, she screamed out that
she loved her husband, that his cock in her ass the way it was right then was
the best thing she could ever get out of life, that nothing else so satisfied
her anal desires the way this did. “Charley, Charley, Charley,” she murmured
over and over again, “I love you when you fuck my rump, when you put your dick
in my rectum like this. Nothing makes me happier.”

He liked hearing her say that, and he pumped in even deeper because of it. A
moment later, when her body started to quiver, she mumbled that she would
always be his girl, that she would fuck him whenever and wherever he liked,
because he treated her so well. Then she started quaking and shivering, and the
chills started climbing up her body, making her hotter and lustier than ever
before. Her body was covered with a deep blush. Her tanned loins started
shaking. Charley applied all his work to her hips. He grabbed her with both
hands and shook her fanny on his cock. He rubbed it up and down and made sure
he was getting the best rub possible from his wife’s long smooth anal muscle.
Then he started firing off, exploding in the butt basin, filling it with a huge
wad of jism. When he started to pull out, she begged him to stay for just
another moment more. He did, and with that she, too, started climaxing. She
shook so violently that Charley had to reach up and grab her smooth shoulders.
He held on tight so that he could enjoy the feel of his wife’s body, shivering,
quivering with orgasmic energy. She heated up and then, suddenly, as the throes
of climax passed, she collapsed and begged him: “O.k., take it out. Get it out
now. I’m done. Oh, please, get it out of me. `It’s killing me now. Get it … ”

He yanked his meat out of her fleshy bunghole. Her sphincter muscle closed like
a clam shell. He rolled over on his back and lit up a cigarette. “Baby,” he
said, “you got a top-drawer asshole, you know that? I really mean it. That
little tube of yours is better than any fucking vagina will ever be. You
squeeze with that muscle the. way a golf pro holds onto a club. It’s un-fucking
believable. I mean it.”

She smiled and rolled her face onto his chest. She licked his manly nipple and
said: “And you have the perfect joint for taking advantage of my anus, Charley.
You know that?” She stroked back her long blonde hair and arranged her titties
into a more comfortable stack. Then she reached down to his big hot hog and
wrapped her fingers around it. “I like this meat pressing in my butt tube, you
know that? I really do.” She squeezed and milked out another drop of come. “It
makes me get hot just to think about it flying at full mast in my anus.” She
actually blushed as she said it and thought about it. “Do you think you’ll be
able to get it on again?”

“I know I will,” said Charley, his penis already extending and firming. “You
just show me that hole of yours and I’ll be ready to fill it up.”

She let go of his joint and got up on her hands and knees so that Charley would
have that look he wanted of her big blushing moon. She reached her hands back
and pulled the tender ass flesh open. “There it is,” she said. “I hope you
weren’t just saying that, darling.”

“No way,” said Charley Bunkers. He climbed up on his hands and knees. He placed
the mushroom head of his totally erect muscle at the entrance to his wife’s
promiscuous rectum. “No place like home,” he whispered, and with, that he
started in on another terrific anal fuck.

The End