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

XI: THE SPORTSMAN

The next morning Susan woke up excited and well-rested. She climbed out of bed
with the feeling of exuberance. She looked at herself in the floor length
dressing mirror. Her long smooth thighs were as tanned as ever. Her soft loins
led nicely into her sweltering bush. The vaginal lips were clamped shut, but
even so there was a hint of ease-juice. Her smooth belly rode upwards into her
large, soft chest. There the pendular boobies and erect nipples were
predominant. Her silky blond hair, a bit straggly from a nights sleep, hung
down to her soft shoulders. “Well,” she said, “only one more thing to take a
look at.” She turned around and looked over her shoulder. She reached back and
grabbed one bun. Pulling it away from the crack, she was able to see her
delightful little hole. “Ah, yes,” she said, “and it’s empty right now.” She
let the bun flop closed and dressed in a short skirt and loose blouse. She wore
no underwear.

Her idea for passing the morning in an enjoyable manner included a quick walk
through the local shopping mall, there to see if she couldn’t find herself a
man who would fuck her ass hole. She was testing out her new found sexual
freedom as much as possible.

It was, then, in the “All Sports Supply”: store where she met her next anal
lover. She went in to get some information about ski equipment, and the
salesman who helped her also turned out to be the owner of the store. His Name
was Ralph, and he had the appearance of an experienced skier, tanned, ruddy,
probably in his early thirties, which made him about ten years older than young
and luscious Susan. “You know,” she told him, looking at this or that set of
ski poles or boots or skies, “I’ve never gone skiing before, but I sure would
like to try it.”

“You look like a girl,” said Ralph, “who’s tried just about everything else. In
the way of sports, I mean.” He smiled and picked up an aluminum pole painted in
iridescent. green. “You take this pole here,” he said, running his hand up and
down the smooth metal stick, “it’s for an expert. It’s properly balanced,
trimmed for extra grip, and it can make a world of difference.”

“I suppose,” she said, “it would have to be in the right hands, though, eh?”
She eyeballed his crotch and looked him in the face. “You know what I mean,
Ralph?”

He slid the point of the pole up between Susan’s legs. “It is in the right
hands,” he said. She spread her legs while looking over his shoulder to make
sure no one was watching them. Then she took the pole and placed it up next to
her snatch. “I think you’re right, Ralph,” she said. “But I think you’ve got
your pole in the wrong place, if you know what I mean?” She took the end of the
aluminum rod out from between her smooth loins and turned around. Ralph held
the handle of the pole, and Susan held the sharp end. She wasn’t wearing any
underwear. She picked up her skirt and applied the middle of the rod to the
backside of her pelvis. “Now if you were able to give me a pole that would help
in this kind of skiing,” she said, “I might be interested.” She let loose of
the pole and Ralph drew it away. He put it back on the shelf. “I think we might
have something along those lines,” said the skier.

He left her alone in that back portion of the store, shut the glass door
leading into the place, and pulled the shade. Then he posted a “closed” sign
and came back to where Susan was casually inspecting women’s parkas. “Does it
get cold up in the mountains?” she asked him without looking.

“Not in the mountains I go to,” said Ralph. He stroked her buttocks through her
loose skirt. He could feel the smooth mounds of ass flesh he’d been privileged
to see just a moment before. “The mountains I prefer are as warm as burger buns
toasted on an open fire.” He squeezed her butt lightly, and then pulled up her
skirt. The bare flesh of Susan’s ass made the skier blush crimson. “Well,” he
said, “these sure are a nice pair.” She still had her back to him, and she
leaned forward using a wrack which supported ski boots and clamps for support.
She spread her legs and consequently her cheeks.

Sportsman that he was, Ralph took advantage of the new slopes. He ran his
finger up and down Susan’s groove, and he spread his fingers so that he could
clamp open both of the flesh hillocks. When he had a good view of her anus, he
applied one digit to it. He goosed her hard and fast. “Oooh, God,” she moaned,
“that’s a real skier for you. Wow!” He twirled his finger in her asshole tube,
waited for her to say that she’d had enough. But to his surprise and delight,
she never stopped him. He crammed his finger all the way up her ass hole and
she just kept leaning forward, with her skirt draped over his wrist, her flesh
soaking up his finger. `Well, well, well,” he said, “you’re quite a skier
yourself, baby. I think we might be able to learn a little something from each
other.” He pulled his goosing digit out from between Susan’s willing flesh
slopes.

“Yeah,” said Susan, turning around and unbuttoning her blouse, “I think I might
like taking lessons from a pro like you, Ralph.” She smiled and showed him her
big tanned titties. “I’m more of a beach person, you know,” she said, “but I
can get into some nice creamy snow just about anytime, so long as it’s hot
creamy snow. You know what I mean, Ralph?”

He took hold of her big breasts and squeezed them, rolled them in his hands,
and stroked the big mushroom colored caps and cherry colored nipples. “I think
I do know what you mean, babydoll,” he said. “And I’ll be happy to supply you
with just about anything you need for that kind of an outing.” He pulled her by
the titties and she came close to him, her blouse open. Her big smooth breasts
worked like flesh handles. His hands slid down around her slender waist, along
her smooth stomach, and he kissed her hard in the mouth. “That’s just something
to get to know you by,” he said when they broke away. By then she’d unbuttoned
his shirt and she was busily stroking his strong athletic shoulders. She
slipped her hands down along his torso and applied a light pressure to his
flesh pole. “There’s something that I really need” she said, “just to keep my
balance.” She squeezed his cock, the bulge in his trousers. “But it’s hard to
do when it’s all wrapped up like that.” She quickly started trying to get his
belt undone. But she met with frustration. The thing looped strangely, and she
started moaning about it. “All right,” said Ralph, “let me get this undone for
you.” He smoothly reached to his own belt and undid it for her. She picked up
where she’d left off, pulling his trousers down, exposing the bulge in his
underwear. He wore boxer shorts and she had to get his prick clear of the slit
in the front. Once she did, she found that just as frustrating. “I want the
whole thing,” she said. She managed to get his underwear down around his waist
and off below his knees. “There,” she said. “That’s more like it.” She fell to
her knees.

“You going to kiss it a little?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “I’m going to eat it a lot!” With that she stroked the head of
his mushroom cock pole into her face. Her thick moist lips clamped down around
the big spongy head and she sucked hard. “Mmmm,” she hummed, “mmmm.” She used
her tongue to rub the tip, to slide against the shaft, to work out on the base
of the big phallus. A minute later she clacked her mouth off of his dick.
“That’s nice, Ralph. Nice and big and ready.” She came up with her legs spread,
her hot loins smooth and open, and she wrapped one hand around his neck while
pulling her skirt up with the other. She lifted one leg and climbed onto his
joint, sandwiched it between her tender thighs. “There,” she said, “isn’t that
nice? A little preliminary climb before you go skiing, eh?” She kissed him in
the mouth while rubbing his dick .between her long slender legs. Everything was
smooth flesh and hot.

“That’s good,” he said, kissing her on the shoulder and then on the titty.
“That’s the kind of sport I like best.” She swayed her hips back and forth,
bending gently his prick in several directions at once. “I like that a lot,” he
added. He watched her work. her pelvis. “Maybe it would be better if you got
into uniform for this.” He took her skirt in his hands and pulled it up over
her titties and off her head. She never let loose of his cock. It was
sandwiched between her smooth loins all the time that they were balling and
playing. “Isn’t there someplace we could lay down?” she said.

“Sure,” said the skier, “right over here. It’s a cot we sell for people renting
their own cabins. It’ll do for us.” He took her to the cot and spread out a
bear rug that had been hanging on the wall. “That’s nice,” said Susan laying
down on the fur rug. “I like this.” She was on her belly with her legs spread
out over the edge of the cot. Her feet were on the floor, but her pelvis was
spread open on the cot, her rear pelvis, that is. Her ass hole was blowing in
the wind. Her sweet little hole was wide open and begging for attention.

“Well, well, well,” said Ralph, laying down behind her, “what do we have here?”

“That’s an ass hole, Ralphy,” said Susan.

“Ever see one before?”

“Seems I have,” he said. He took out a tube of zinc oxide which he kept out of
habit in his shirt pocket. “I just want to color it the right color before I
inspect it any more. Do you mind? Don’t want you to get a nose burn in your
asshole, now, do I?” He squeezed a line of the white paste into the anus
entrance.

“Oooh, nice,” said Susan. “It’s warm and all.”

“Because it was in my pocket,” said Ralph. He pressed. his finger and a good
sized gob of the zinc cream into Susan’s tanned hole. He wiggled his digit up
into position and close to her bowels. “Wow,” she moaned, “that’s smooth stuff.
Very nice.” He rocked her butt with his stretching finger, planked her with it,
and made sure she was spread out the way he would like it. “I just want you
nice and greasy,” he said. “It’ll make it better for my prick if you are, eh?”

“I’ve got good muscles in there, Ralph. Don’t you want to try them out with
your penis pole? Eh?”

“I sure do,” he said. “Coming up.” He leaned forward with his hot cock ready to
puncture her. But there was a knock, at the front door to the place just then.
“Oh, hell,” he said. “Keep quiet. They can’t see us from there and I’m sure
they’ll go away.” They waited and sure enough the customer left. “Alright,”
said Ralph, starting to mount her again, “are you still ready?”

“Sure am,” said Susan. “Ready as ever.” She reached back a hand and helped get
her ass hole perfectly open. Ralph couldn’t have had a better target for his
flesh spear. He leaned forward and jammed the head of his thick meat into
place.

“Oooh, God, fuck!” cried Susan.

“Keep it down,” he said. “Someone out there might hear you.” He slid forward,
filling her anal crotch with all of the hot pecker he could possibly give her.
His crotch and her ass cheeks were as one. “Wow,” he moaned, “this is the way
to ski, eh baby?” He shot forward, lurched, and his meat plunged in yet another
two inches.

Long smooth muscles went to work massaging his joint. Susan’s ass flesh,
experienced and ready, took to tugging on the big cock up her hole. She loved
the feel of something filling her anal cave. Nothing made her happier. She
could not feel satisfied with anything up her asshole, but a big fresh meat was
the best. And Ralph had that to offer, alright, and plenty of it. He was
hammering away, pounding his big joint into her asshole so hard that Susan
couldn’t think about anything except maybe orgasm.

“It’s good,” she started creaming. “Really cram it up there because it’s so
fucking good.” He reached under her chest and cupped her titties in his palms.
He rolled the pendular boobies in his lingers, squeezed them like putty, and
made sure that his prick kept stretching out in her anal muscle. “My fanny is
getting so damn hot,” groaned Susan. “Wow!”

She started rocking her butt, swinging her pelvis, and soon she was close to
climaxing. “It’s gonna be a biggie,” she said. “I hope bears don’t mind getting
juiced on.” She was referring to the fur under her on the cot. She was going to
puddle all over it. “This is gonna be… oh, wow … there it is.” What Ralph
hadn’t seen was that she had her finger down in her vagina, and while he was
stroking her asshole with his meaty bone-on, Susan was busily flicking her
clitoris up and down with her own finger. “Jesus fuck Christ asshole fuck my
bunghole hard shit fuck butt fuck,” she moaned deliriously. She was completely,
though only temporarily, unaware of what she was saying. “Ooooh, shit,” she
sighed as she started to come down from ecstasy. Small shivers spread through
her buttocks, and it was this more than anything else which started Ralph into
his own ejaculation. He sprayed the inside of her canyon with hot jism. He
squirted off while her long smooth anal muscle rippled across his pounding
boner. “Well,” she moaned when he was just finishing off, “you are an athlete,
Ralph. You really fucking are!” He pulled his spent rod out of her mildly
heaving rump and sat on the edge of the cot.

A moment later Susan sat up and asked for directions to the john. Ralph
escorted her there and waited outside. They both went nude back to the cot and
sat there while Susan smoked a cigarette. “Do you mind my asking,” said Ralph,
“what a nice girl like you is doing at one o’clock in the afternoon out
balling?”

“Out balling,” she said simply. “What else is there to do?”

“Are you married or something and this is your extracurricular time, eh?” He
smiled because he had a hunch he was right about that.

“Sort of,” she said.

“Sort of married, or sort of out balling?” She reached into his crotch, between
his legs, and picked up on his firming meat. “Do you care?” she asked,
squeezing the extending boner. “Or just making small talk?”

He smiled and watched her continue to spread and close her fingers on his dick.
“You do that nice,” he said. “You’d be a good skier.” She went down on her
knees between his legs. She used her two hands to massage his muscular loins
and the tops of his thighs. Soon she had him as hard as he was before. “Think
you can go for another mountain fuck, skier?” she asked him. “I’m sure of it,”
he said, and he reached down under her arms and pulled her back up onto the cot
with him. She was on her back at first and he used this position to get his
stiff stick greased. He fucked her cunt for a couple or three strokes. Soon his
joint was as wet and oily as would be needed in order to stuff her anus.
“Alright,” he said, “now the other side.”

She rolled over, delighted with the possibility of a second orgasm in the
asshole, and spread her buns. Again she dangled her feet over the sides of the
cot, and again she reached back and used her hands to hold her ass flesh open.
“Go slow, Ralph. O.k.? I’m just a little tender back there.”

“Sure, honey,” said the sportsman. “As slow and easy as you like.” But once he
had the head of his meat into that sweet tight flesh, he could hardly keep
control of himself. He thrust his hips forward and gouged her asshole full of
hot beef.

“Oh, God,” she grunted, “that’s not slow. That’s oh, fuck no!”

But it was too late. Ralph was pushing his monster meat into her buttocks. He’d
already filled the rectum, and now he was shooting even deeper to get the head
of his meat into Susan’s bowels. It didn’t take long, He arrived in the anal
basin, there to expand his spongy mushroom cock tip, there to eventually spray
his juice. But first he reached around her hips and took to flicking off her
cut-penis. He rubbed the little flesh button back and forth, and the juice from
her twat flowed steadily around his fingers and her labial lips. “Shit,” she
grunted, “it’s good there, but it’s too fucking much in my asshole. I don’t
think I can go this second time around.”

“Too late, baby,” said the skier. “Too … fucking … late” He jabbed her hard
and started shooting off. She begged him to go easy, but he was in some sort of
oblivion while he was ejaculating. He couldn’t hear a word she said. He just
kept firing off his come, filling her asshole cave with ooze. When it was, all
over he collapsed on her back and left his prick in place in her anus. He could
feel how nice and tight her sphincter muscle, the iris flesh, was around his
dick. It was a steady squeeze which rubbed on his joint and tugged out every
last drop of come in his cock. Finally, when he caught his breath, he pulled
his joint out of her tube, and Susan sat up. “Phew,” she moaned, “what a
relief. That thing must have got bigger.”

“I hate to fuck and make you run,” said Ralph, looking at his watch, “but I got
to take care of some customers, you know. Open up the shop again.” She smiled
and dressed and wished him well. A few minutes later the All Sports Supply”
store was open for business, and the owner and salesman had the biggest smile
his customers had ever seen.

X: OLDIES BUT GOODIES

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve seen my prick,” he said. “What’s the matter with you?”

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

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

“Oh?” he asked.

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

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

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

Joe inspected her narrow slot. “It’s nice,” he said.

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

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

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

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

“Shit,” she grunted, “it’s too fucking large. It’s too big. Don’t you
understand that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too,” she said. “Me, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re right,” said Joe Bender. “We’ll make it another time, eh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As good as Charley?”

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

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

IX: SPECIAL DELIVERY

For some reasons Wednesdays were the days on which Susan Bunkers found herself
the most sexually frustrated. She didn’t know why, but every Wednesday morning,
except for those times when she had her period, she felt the anal crave more
than ever. She would wake up, bemoan the fact that her husband Charley had
already left for work, and lay in bed with a severe blush. Sometimes she would
work out with the dildo and her finger, and other times even that wouldn’t
help. If she could reach Gloria or Dave by phone, and if one or the other of
them was available, she would get together with them and have herself a regular
intercourse session.

But on this particular Wednesday morning, no one was home, and the anal itch
was driving her out of her mind. She needed something flesh, not plastic,
something alive and thick stuffed up her ass crotch, and she needed it pretty
quick. She thought she was going. out of her mind. She paced nude in the
livingroom wondering if she might seduce the mailman. She washed dishes in the
kitchen thinking about going to the market and picking up on a box boy there.
Finally, an idea dawned on her.

She picked up the phone, and, with the menu in hand, she dialed her favorite
pizza place. They, of course, delivered. It didn’t take her long, once she’d
placed the order for a mushroom and sausage cheese pizza, to shower, shave her
legs, and make herself as beautiful as pie. And she wasn’t any too fast either,
for no sooner had she slipped into her silkiest house coat, one that ended at
her hips and left her snatch slightly exposed and opened down to the navel so
that her breasts were clearly visible, the door bell rang. She bounced joyfully
into the livingroom and opened the door.

Sure enough, there holding the flat cardboard box that smelled Italian, was a
young, teenage delivery boy. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got
one good look at Susan Bunkers. Her long tanned loins, her full pendular chest,
her luscious brown skin and her clear blue eyes and blonde hair — it was an
Epicurean delight just to look at her. “Your pizza, Mam,” stammered the youth.

“Yes,” said Sue Bunkers. “Come right in.

“Yes, Mam,” said the boy, unable to keep his eyes off Susan’s luscious tanned
legs. He thought he saw a hint of snatch, just the slightest glimpse of beaver
between her loins, and then he looked away blushing. But he looked up, in order
not to see the customer’s cunt, and instead he was greeted with the sight of
her smooth, fresh breasts, the nipples erect, the caps brown, the mammaries
themselves as full and ripe as could be. Blushing even more, he set the pizza
down on the kitchen table. Susan had shut the door behind him. “How much is
that?” she asked casually. She had her purse on the kitchen table.

“Four-ten,” said the young man. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and if he was
any older than sixteen, it would have been hard to believe. He had a baby-face
and he was about five-six, shorter than Susan.

She stood at the opposite side of the table and leaned forward. to search
through her purse. While she did so, her titties hung down in plain sight,
nearly brushing against the outside of her pocket book, fully fallen out of her
house coat.

“Jesus,” mumbled the youth, unable to control his passions.

“Beg your pardon,” said Susan, looking up. “Did you say something young man?”

“Ah, no, Mam,” said the boy. “I was just saying that it’s sure a nice place you
have here.”

“Thank you,” said Susan, smiling to herself. “I can’t seem to find my wallet.
Would you mind taking a check?”

“We’re not supposed to, but if that’s all you got –”

“Thank you,” she said. She reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Her
titties were still in sight, but not so obviously. “You’re a very kind lad,”
she added. “I’ll be just a minute. I keep my checkbook in the bedroom.” She
shook her ass and knew that he was watching her long slender tanned legs as she
shimmied off down the hallway to her bedroom. She waited there for a moment,
counting to twenty, and then she called out to the kitchen. “Oh, young man, I
wonder if you’d help me for a minute.” She waited and sure enough, the delivery
boy came down the, hallway and into the bedroom. “Here I am” she said,
stretching her hands up to the top shelf of the closet. “My check book was
empty and I couldn’t quite reach that box up there. If you’d bring over that
chair, I can get down the new checks.”.

The delivery boy unglued his eyes from Susan’s long supple thighs and retrieved
the chair. “Thank you,” she said, and she climbed up and reached for the box of
checks, supposedly. As she did though, she made sure that her house coat came
undone all together and that it uncovered her ass cheeks. The boy was looking
straight into her slender groove while she pretended to be fumbling for the
checks. He could see the sphincter hole and the shape of her cheeks, the
perfect moon and the perfect brown crater. “Oooh,” he murmured to himself, “I
shouldn’t –”

“What?” asked Susan, turning around. “Did you say something?” The boy looked
up. Her coat was open and her beaver was showing its prideful lips. There was
the shine of cut juice there, and the delivery boy could hardly contain
himself. “Oh, pardon me,” said Susan. “I didn’t mean to be so exhibitionistic.”

“Ah, that’s o.k.,” said the youth. “I just ah … do you need any help getting
that cheek, I mean, check down from there?” He blushed crimson again and Susan
climbed down with the box. “No,” she said, “I think I’m getting things together
finally. Have a seat and I’ll write this out for you.” She motioned to the bed.
The boy sat down. Susan pulled her housecoat slightly closed, but she left it
open enough that if the lad wanted he could see just about all of her. She
fetched a pen from the end table and sat down next to him, crossing her long
ample thighs, letting her Shiny beaver show just enough. As she leaned over the
new check book, her boobies were again in plain sight. “How much was that?” she
asked again.

“Forty-fours,” said the delivery boy. He was looking at Susan’s luscious
titties, not thinking about the price of the pizza. “I mean,” he corrected
himself, “Four-ten. Four dollars and ten cents.”

“Is something bothering you?” asked Susan, sticking her chest out at him. “Does
it bother you, young man, that I’m not wearing a bra?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he said. “It just, ah, distracts me a little.”

“I see,” said Susan. “Would you like to touch my breasts?” She put the pen and
checkbook on top of the pizza box which was in the boy’s lap. “Here,” she said,
taking his hand, “I think it would be better for you to have a little feel of
my breasts before you go back. After all, I don’t want you to, think I’m not
grateful for your having brought me my lunch.” She put his open palm on her
right breast. “There,” she said, “nothing at all to worry about, hey?” She
smiled. “Let me take this box away from you.” She lifted the pizza box out of
his lap and seeing his crotch said: “Oh, my, you have some sort of bulge in
your pants there, young man.” She put the box down on the floor, still with the
delivery boy’s hand on her chest, and reached for the lump in his trousers.
“What is that?” she said. “Are you wearing a cup?”

“Ah, no,” he said, still blushing. “It’s my … ”

“Oh,” she said, stroking the protrusion in his pants. “I know what that is.”
She pretended to be shy for a moment, but then she applied her other hand as
well to stroking the boy’s member. “You should squeeze my breast if you feel
like it,” she told him. “Wouldn’t you like to rub them a little harder?”

He nodded. Then he squeezed. The firm titties were soft and pliant. The nipples
were upright. The caps were chill-covered and full, brown and lovely. He used
both hands to play for a moment on Susan’s big chest.

“This is silly,” said Susan. “Let me take this old robe off and you can really
see what your customer looks like. After all, you do have a minute or two
before you have to go back to work, don’t you?”

“Ah, yes,” he stammered. “I guess so. I mean, sure! Why not!” It was one of his
favorite dreams, actually, to think about making it with one of his customers,
especially one so pretty and young as Susan Bunkers. She stood up and took off
her loose silky robe. It fell to her feet and left her entirely naked. “There,”
she said, “isn’t that a little nicer,”

The delivery, boy was staring straight ahead, looking at her pretty little
twat. “I never saw something so …” He became bashful for a moment and then
stopped speaking altogether.

“Are you a virgin?” she asked him.

“Oh, I, ah …”

“It’s alright,” said Susan, kneeling at his feet. “Everyone has to start
someplace.” She rubbed his loins, worked her fingers along his thighs, and
cupped his prick with her two hands. It was only the place in his crotch where
his prick was, not the joint itself, but it was more stimulation than the boy
had ever had from a woman before. He’d masturbated every now and then, but no
woman had ever touched him therefor real. He couldn’t get over how nice Mrs.
Bunkers’ hands `felt rubbing at his crotch that way. “Wow,” he moaned, “that’s
so nice, lady. I just don’t believe it.”

“Would you mind — say,” said Susan, “I don’t even know your Name.”

“Jack,” he said simply. “Jack.”

“Jack,” she said, “would you mind if I undid your belt. I mean it’s only fair
that since you get to see me like this, that I should see you.” She smiled and
worked his belt open while he nodded his head up and down that it was alright.
She worked his pants down around his knees. That left him wearing his cotton
underwear and a shirt. She unbuttoned the shirt next and left him wearing just
his briefs. There was a big protrusion in his underwear where his cock stuck
out like a sore thumb. “Just look at that,” she said, stroking the material
over his penis. “My oh my, you should have said something earlier.” She `pulled
his underwear off. “There it is,” she said, “the real McCoy at last.” She took
his warm penis in her hands and pressed the hefty muscle up against the side of
her face. The mushroom head went sliding nicely along her cheek. “Oh, my,” she
said, “it’s awfully warm. Would you mind if I put it in my mouth?”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t mind if you did anything you wanted with it. It
all feels really good.” He was looking down at her as she knelt between his
spread thighs. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she was on her knees between
his legs. She cupped the head with the lips of her pretty face.

Young Jack watched his huge erection disappear into Susan’s face. Most of his
meat went up into her throat Then she concentrated on sucking on just the
mushroom crown. “Oh, Jesus,” he moaned, “that’s terrific!” He reached down and
held Susan’s head by the sides of her face. He loved the sight of her mouth
bobbing up and down and sucking his thick virgin meat. “Wow, good!” he
exclaimed.

“You’re quite a delivery boy,” said Susan as she pulled her mouth off of his
big thick dick. “I like a boy with a sense of pleasure,” she added. She climbed
up onto the bed and spread herself out behind him. He had to turn around to see
her. She was on her back with her big titties flowing and smooth. Her loins
were spread wide. Her pro tuberant mound stuck up at him, and the thick labial
lips were slightly open. She reached down with her hand and fingered the flesh
gates. “Let me have your hand, Jack,” ,she said. He gave her his hand. She took
his middle finger and pressed the ball of the digit against her clitoris. “If
you rub my little penis that way, it’ll make lots of juice for you to play
with.” He smiled and let her use his finger any way she wanted. She stroked
herself by holding his wrist and directing his digit. Soon she started gasping.
Her chest heaved. Jack applied his free hand to her big left titty. He stroked
the hill of flesh as Susan probed her twat with his finger. “That’s nice, Jack.
You delivery boys really know much more about sex than you let on.”

Jack adjusted his position so that he could more easily rub his finger in and
out of Susan’s twat hole. In the new position he could not only see how best to
stroke her, but he could also see and feel how oily her pussy was getting.
“Boy,” he said, “this is really going to be something.” He stuck his finger all
the way up her twat hole. He stirred the flesh and .played with her cunt
interior for a while. Then he leaned down and kissed her titties. She took his
head in her hands and pressed his face close to her heaving chest. “Mmmm,” she
sighed, “I’m glad you came here today, Jack, because I have a kind of special
request for you?’

“Anything you say,” said the young man.

“You just name it.”

“Good,” she said, “let me show you what I have in mind.” She pushed him up and
off of her body. “I have to turn over, first.” She rolled over and spread her
smooth thighs for him. “Do you see my little hole?” she said, pulling her
buttocks apart. Her rectum was fully exposed. “Can you see my brown hole
there?”

“Yes,” he said. “Sure do see it alright.” He wondered what she had in mind.

“I want you to take that tube of grease over there –” Jack noticed the
lubricant on the end table. “– and spread some of it onto my little hole.
Would you do that for me?”

“Sure,” said the boy. He picked up the tube and unscrewed the cap. It only took
him a minute to get excited about the slippery stuff. He spread it, as she
requested, on her little hole. “O.k.,” he said, “it’s done.”

“Yes,” she sighed, “I know. Now I want you to take that handsome penis of
yours, if you don’t mind, and put it down between my buns. Just sort of slide
up and down there. Would you like to do that?”

“Sure,” he said. “Sounds like fun.” He leaned down and put his cock in the
slot, between her buns, so that the underside of the shaft pressed close to her
little anus hole. “There,” he said, “how’s that?” He was closer to her now
because he was laying on her backside with his crotch against her ass cheeks.

“That’s just right,” she panted. “That’s just the way it should be.” She rolled
her hips, and Jack took a deep breath in order to deal with the highly aroused
passions he was feeling. “Oh, God,” he said, “I never would have thought of
doing that myself.”

“Sure you would have, Jack,” said Susan. “Sooner or later.” She came up on her
hands and knees. The delivery boy adjusted his angle accordingly; His meaty
bone-on went sliding upwards. He had a perfect mesh of her ass flesh with his
prick. “Now,” she said, “there’s just one more little thing you have to do
before I’ll let you get back to work.” She reached back with one hand while
supporting herself with her other hand and her knees. She pulled her rectum
open. “See the hole? I want you to put your cock in there, just shove it all
the way in as hard as you can, o.k.?”

“You’re the boss,” said Jack. He mounted her with his hefty rod. It took him a
minute to get his meaty joint in place, and then he pushed forward. Susan
helped by pushing back on the stick. Soon he was all the way inside her rear
body. That’s perfect,” said Susan. “You’re doing … ooooh, God you’re doing it
like … ahhhhhh, fuck! Do it harder, Jack. Do it really fucking hard!”

The boy reached forward and grabbed Susan’s titties. He pushed so hard with his
flesh arrow that he forced her down flat on her belly. He still held onto and
kneaded her titty flesh. It didn’t take him long to get her so hot that she was
all chills and quakes. She was bouncing him up and down by rocking her fanny
and her hips. “Jesus,” he moaned, “pretty soon I’m not going to be a … virgin
… any alihhhhh.” He ejaculated up Susan’s ass-hole.

“Oh, Jack,” she moaned, “that’s very nice. I like that hot pudding inside me
like that.” His full load of jism was flooding her anal cavity, drowning her
bowels with semen juice. The spray of his sperm was the thing that gratified
Susan’s Wednesday morning anal crave. “Yes, Jack ooooh, yes,” she panted.
“That’s just wonderful.”

A moment later she had him pull his penis out of her butt. She looked at the
thick spent beef. “You did a good job, young man,” she said. She sat up against
the back of the bed smoking a cigarette. “Did you never do that before?”

“I never even had my penis up a girl’s pussy before,” he paid.

“No shit,” said Susan, growing bored with the youngster’s enthusiasm. “Well,
you better get dressed and go back to work. I don’t want to be responsible for
you getting in trouble with your boss at the pizza place now, you know.” She
smiled and took out of the end table a five dollar bill. “Here’s a little tip
for you,” she said. “Keep the change.”

A few minutes later young Jack had dressed and he’d shown himself out the front
door. In the bedroom, quite satisfied with her early afternoon fuck, Susan
munched on a slice of mushroom and sausage pizza. It was a little cold, but
that really didn’t matter so much. Everything else was hot and lusty,
especially her asshole, just the way she liked it.

VIII: BUNGHOLE DREAM

It didn’t take long for Susan to get into the, swing of being an anal fuck. She
loved doing it, loved making, men that .way, and she especially enjoyed giving
Charley the works — as often, as hot, as much as he wanted. She could spread
her cheeks at the drop of a hat, and Charley would start ramming his prick into
her tube. She loved it. One time, about two months after they’d been into their
rear intercourse activities, Charley had barely arrived home after work when
Susan turned around, pulled up her skirt, showed him her firm, round globes and
her delightful little crack, and …wham! He shot his joint right on up her
hole. He didn’t even take his pants off for that trick, just pulled down his
zipper and rubbed around for a second to get his meat stiff, and then he shot
up, injected her with his flesh needle. They both came instantly.

It wasn’t always so easy, however. One night Charley arrived home after an
exceptionally difficult day. He was tired and ready for dinner and `a good
night’s sleep. But Susan, on the other hand, was well rested and frustrated.
She set the table especially nice, as a hint to Charley about what she was
interested in getting, and when she sat down opposite him, she had her blouse
loose so that every time she leaned forward her titties were in plain sight.
Charley could hardly eat dinner with his wife making every effort to turn him
on. “O.k, o.k.,” he finally said, putting down his fork, “if I fuck you right
now will you let me eat in peace?”

“Well,” she said, “it depends how good you are?” She smiled and stood up,
putting her napkin down and unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. “Do you
like my titties today?” She showed him both of her full pendular breasts. She’d
been spending a lot of time on a nudist beach up the coast and her big knockers
were tanned and full. The soft skin was as brown as the silver dollar caps
themselves. Her titty tips were cherry red.

“How can I not like them,” said Charley. “Come on.” He too, stood up from the
table and he took his wife’s hand and led her to the `bedroom. But before they
entered their room, he took her in his arms. “Why am I so lucky to have a girl
like your he cooed. “So fresh? So big? So sexy?” He leaned down and kissed her
right titty with his, open mouth. He sucked up the nipple and slid a hand down
under her skirt. He came up with snatch in his fingers. His index finger
started snapping her clit. She gasped and said: “Charley, let’s go.” They broke
the embrace only to resume their love-making in bed in the nude.

“You know,” said Susan, “I waited all day for you. I couldn’t think about
anything but you, about your big cock, about your strong hands and arms around
me, about your penis grinding into my cunt and into my asshole. Did you know
that?”

“I do now,” said Charley. “Yes indeed, I do know that now.” He spread his hands
around her large firm titties. He squeezed the tips and massaged the base of
the hills of flesh. He sucked off the tip of one titty and then Susan went down
on his pro-tuberant hog. She wrapped her lips around the head of his mushroom
meat while `he lay on his back. He spread his legs in order to give her more
room to work in. She used her tongue and her lips to massage the head of his
meat. Before long, she had him full and thick, as stiff as he could be. “Look
at that bone-on,” she said, admiring her work, “you sure do get big, Charley. I
really mean it.” She let her hands slide down around his erection. Then she
resumed her sucking action on the head of his meat. “Mmmm,” she hummed, and she
thought to herself: nothing quite so nice as getting Charley ready to fuck my
bunghole. She continued to work out with her lips on the spongy head of his
joint. She sucked especially hard because she wanted him especially hot. She
licked the rim from time to time, but for the most part she just sucked like a
vacuum. Then she sat up holding her husband’s stiff penis in her right fist. “I
like to squeeze it,” she said. “Do you mind?”

“No,” he said. “Squeeze as hard as you like.” She didn’t squeeze too hard, but
she did test her grip on his phallus. She licked the head of the mushroom penis
with her tongue while she squeezed the shaft with her light fingers. “Ahhhh,
good,” said Charley. “Time for the lube stuff, eh?”

Susan let loose of his prick and spread out on her belly. She stretched her
hands out above her head, and she stretched her legs out as wide as they would
go. Charley, meanwhile, located the tube of lubricant, and opened it up. He
couldn’t help but take a good look, though, at his wife’s anus. The smooth
round globes of her ass were spread. They were soft and silky looking. The
groove was long, narrow, and dark. The brown hole at the bottom of the crack
was a perfect circle of tight muscle flesh Inside that was the dark tube. It
looked shiny and Susan did something to make it look even better. She reached
back and pushed her ass cheeks dosed for a minute to that her little hole could
not be seen. Then she pulled the flesh globes back out of the way and revealed
the flexing sphincter muscle. “Nice,” said Charley, who was now ready with the
ooze.

He started by spreading the oily cream along the trough. He filled it neatly,
so that it was as greasy and well-lubricated as possible. To do this he used
his finger. He rubbed down along the crack with his middle digit. When his
finger came to her crater, he stuffed it in. He didn’t care how it felt for
her. He just wanted to get his finger into that little brown hole. He squirmed
his finger into place in there, and tugged on the tight flesh of the anus
muscle.

“Oooh, good,” said Susan. “That’s nice like that.”

Charley pushed his finger all the way down the tube. He jammed his digit into
her bowels, even, and he stirred up the smooth flesh around his finger. “Mmm..
mm,” he hummed, “is that nice, too?”

She rocked her hips so that his finger would get a squeeze from her anus tube.
“Yes,” she said, “it’s very nice, but I’m not hot enough to come yet.” Charley
put aside the tube of grease. “I’m going to put my cock in there, in the crease
first, and maybe that will make you hot.”

“Try it,” she said. “We don’t have anything to lose, right?” He leaned close to
his wife’s warm buns and close to her open ass crack. He used one hand to place
his big. erect penis between the flesh walls. It looked like a hot dog sandwich
made of cock and ass cheeks. The buns were slippery with lube grease, and
Charley’s cock took a slide in the flesh canal. All of his shaft was covered
with meaty ass flesh. He went up and down in the crevice of her fanny, sliding
in the space between her hot, oily cheeks.

“Oooh,” she moaned in a whisper, “that’s getting me started, but I think we
should use the dildo first, darling. What do you think?”

“Good idea,” said Charley. He climbed out of the ass canyon and looked at his
shiny joint. “You’ll just have to wait, buster,” he said, “and it’ll be better
when she’s hot, anyhow.” He found the dildo in the bedside drawer and turned it
on. It vibrated with a steady whirring sound. The batteries were fresh and the
rubber prong was ready for some anal wailing. He pushed the quivering tip of
the mechanical cock into his wife’s anus.

“Oooh, good,” she said, “that’s getting me really hot, Charley.” She came up on
her hands and knees. “Maybe you can get it in further this way.” He pushed
harder, and sure enough, the electric prong went probing deeper in Susan’s
asshole. She shook her hips from side to side, moaned blissfully, and enjoyed
the deeply penetrating shaking rubber cylinder which was inside her rear hole.
“It’s doing me … just right!” she exclaimed. “I like it.”

A moment later Charley extracted the shaking rubber prong from Susan’s anus. He
wiped it clean and applied it from the other side of her body, to her front
hole. She was still on her hands and knees and it was easy for him to get the
dildo into her cunt. There he used it like an electric egg beater and mixed up
her cunt juices. He concentrated on getting her cut twitching. To do, so, he
pushed the rubber tip of the imitation phallus against the ceiling of her cunt
where her clitoris was. He rubbed the massage device up and down against
Susan’s cunt-prick. Soon she was juicing profusely and her hips were getting
red and hot. “Oh, Charley,” she moaned, “my asshole feels empty, darling. Won’t
you put your penis in my asshole now?”

Charley held the dildo in place in his wife’s vagina. He lifted his penis with
his other hand. It took a minute, but then he had the mushroom head near her
brown hole; His hips pushed forward, and, naturally, his erect penis went
sliding into the tight muscle of `Susan’s ass. Her cheeks spread and turned
pink and lusty. Charley’s cock was soon all the way inside his wife’s anus
tube. And he still had the dildo in his other hand up Susan’s cunt hole.
Rubbing her asshole and her clitoris at the same time made her so horny that
she could hardly hold still.

“Oh, God,” she cried, “do it hard, Charley. Do it really hard!” Her body
quivered with ecstasy. She had a big hot meat in her asshole and she had a
rubbing rubber prong in her vagina. What more could an anal wife ask for? “Do
it harder, Charley. Do it so fucking hard that it kills me!”

Charley cocked his hips and slammed his pelvis forward. His groin went flush
with his wife’s ass cheeks. Her skin was soft in his pubic hair, and her anal
muscle was tight and smooth around his fat oiled cock. “Here’s the sperm juice,
baby,” he warned her, and with that he throbbed off in her anal cavity,
flooding her with his sperm squirting joint.

“Shit,” she mumbled when it was all over, “I wish I had come.”

“You didn’t get an orgasm?” he said softly laying next to her.

“No, darling,” she said, “but if you screw my anus with that dildo for a little
while longer, I think I can’ do it.”

“Sure,” said Charley, “but maybe you’d prefer to have my prick up there in a
minute or two?”

“Yes,” said Susan, “but you aren’t ready yet.” She looked at his soft joint.
“It has to be big and hard in order to squeeze in there.” She reached to his
penis and rubbed it with her fingers. “Why don’t you fuck me with the dildo
first, and then use that big fuck-stick of yours.” `She leaned down and kissed
the head of his mushroom pecker.

“I’ll tell you what,” said Charley, scrambling through the bedside drawer,
“we’ll use this first, o.k.?” He showed `her the sculpted prick. She smiled and
he knew that he was going to have a good time pumping her asshole with the
imitation penis. She spread out for him right away.

He took. the thing and rubbed it up and down between her ass cheeks. Pretty
soon she started wiggling her hips from side to side, and then she begged him
to stuff her anus with it. He did that and she screamed with delight. The fuck
tool filled her up nicely. When he had enough of fucking her asshole with that
rod he took it out of her tube and replaced it with the dildo nozzle. He turned
the electric penis on full force. It twirled like an egg-beater in her
bunghole.

“Oh, God, Charley,” she moaned, “that thing is really hot; Oh, yes, that’s
good. That’s really good, but I think we need more juice.” He pulled the joy
stick out of her ass flesh and dipped it in the other side, in her pulsing
vagina. When it was properly wet down, he returned it to the anus hole. He
pushed it in to the hilt. It rubbed around and electrified his wife’s asshole
tube “Oooh, Christ,” she began moaning, “that’s more like it. Oh, fucking
Christ. Oh, Jesus fucking God. Oooooh!”

When he thought she was hot enough, he took the vibrator out of her shit tube
and turned it off. He lifted his stiffening penis up to her buns and went for a
slide on the smooth slopes of her ass flesh. Then he pushed his joint back and
forth between the buns themselves. It was slippery and, slick and juicy as
could be. He held her around the waist and fingered her cunt at the same time.
Finally, his meaty joint was stiff enough to fuck her asshole. He took the head
of his meat in one hand and used the other hand to hold her ass cheeks apart.
He pushed forward and supplied her tube with a gargantuan thrust from his cock.
In one stroke he not only entered, but penetrated her slender tube down to the
bowels. He filled lovely Susan’s fanny with all of his hot hog.

“Fuck my `asshole,” she moaned in a whisper. “Oh, fuck my asshole, Charley.” He
spread her buns with his hands and jammed down hard with his pelvis. His stiff
flesh nail tacked her down to the bed. He reached under her chest and palmed
her big smooth breasts. The nipples were erect like little rose buds, and her
chest flesh was perspiring with lusty heat. He rubbed the mounds on her chest
until she couldn’t take it any longer. “Oh, God,” she moaned, “I’m coming. Fuck
me harder than ever, Charley, because `I’m coming!” He pounded, hammered his
meat in her anus, and she juiced and puddled on the bed. Then he, too,
ejaculated and flooded her anal canyon once again with hot sperm juice. When he
was done, he. yanked his prick free ,of her fanny and rolled off to the side.

“Wow!” she said. “That was really something, Charley. Remember the first time
we did it? How frightened I was? Boy, I really like this asshole fucking now a
lot; You know what I mean?”

“Sure, I know what you mean,” said Charley. “It’s nice to get a nice little
anus fuck going every now and then.”‘

After that they showered and sat back down to dinner. Charley felt rejuvenated,
no longer tired from work. He ate a hearty meal and after dessert returned to
bed. Susan, of course, did the dishes and then went to bed with her husband. In
the middle of the night she woke up feeling somewhat of an anal crave. She
couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not, but she knew she had to have
something up her asshole. She started fingering herself by using one digit in
her butt and the other hand and a finger in her vagina. She was laying on her
back and playing with her ass and her cunt. Soon she was getting very hot and
very lusty. She couldn’t keep from reaching out and grabbing Charley’s penis.
He was asleep on his back, but she didn’t care `about that. She just wanted to
get a feel of his joint to go along with her finger in her fanny.

Charley moaned and rolled toward her.

“Oh, darling,” she moaned, tossing over onto her belly, “can you fuck me again
She knew he could because after. only a minute of holding his penis it was
hard. He climbed sleepily between her legs. His stiff pecker went rubbing on
his wife’s ass cheeks. She greased herself from the ooze spilling from her cunt
hole. She spread the juice around her crater just in time, just before Charley,
still half-asleep, mounted her. “Oooh, God,” she muttered, “do it, Charley. Do
it right!” He stuffed her bunghole with his stiff prick. A moment later he was
wide awake — because he was ejaculating in Susan’s pretty little asshole.

“Wow,” she said the next morning, “that was really nice last night, Charley.”

But her husband didn’t even remember. All he could think about was that he was
very tired and that he had had a very nice dream.

VII: ANAL BEACH PARTY

The following weekend Dave and Charley went hunting and left their women
behind. It was only natural that Gloria and Susan continue to develop their
interest in anal sex with each other. On Friday night they spent about four
hours in bed together, licking each other’s titties, kissing each other’s
cunts, fingering each other’s assholes. It was a kind of lesbian mini-orgy.
They used kitchen oil to rub down their bodies at one point, and even though it
was rather messy, it was also extremely slippery. The two women went sliding
their luscious fresh flesh against each other, clamping their loins around this
or that limb, pressing their mouths together in long luxurious kisses, using
their tongues to eat out each other’s assholes and pussies. They fell asleep
that night in an embrace normally reserved for heterosexual lovers.

The next morning, however, they were as horny as a couple of teenage virgins.
“I can’t get over it,” said Gloria. “We fucked all night and we came and
everything,’ and here we’ are frustrated as hell all over again.”

“I know,” said Susan, “woman’s work is never done.”

“I got an idea,” said Gloria. “Why don’t we go to the beach. I bet we could
pick up a couple of teenage guys and fuck out our brains with them. It would be
a real kick to get a virgin male to fuck us up the ass, eh?” .”Not a bad idea,”
said Susan. “Let’s do it.”

They dressed in bikinis and other than the slim bathing suits, took only towels
with them. They went to the Santa Monica beach which was crowded with high
school students and surfers, old drunks and an occasional whore. “You know,”
said Susan, as they made their way across the hot sand, “I wonder how we’re
gonna get these two guys, where ever they are, to pick us up.”

“Don’t worry about that,” said Gloria. “I bet we don’t even, get to put down
our, towels before some guy’s showing us his cock.” She laughed because an old
woman they were passing by had looked up with a scowl on her face.

They spread their towels not far from the wet sand. It was hot and sunny, and
there must have been hundreds of people out that day. The beach was lined with
lovely women wearing only bikinis. Every now and then a woman with no bra at
all would pass by, her titties shaking, her ass quaking, her lovely long legs
carrying her off to some other slightly more private portion of the Santa
Monica water front. “I can’t get over it,” said Susan when she saw such a young
woman pass by, “how girls today just go out and do whatever they want. I’m only
a couple of years older than she is, but I’d never think about going around
like that. When I was younger it was just out of the question.”

“We’ve come a long way,” said Gloria. “I like it this way.” She stretched out
on her back and spread sun tan oil along her arms and legs. Her smooth flesh
glistened in the bright afternoon sun. “I hope our knights in shining armor
show up really soon,” she added. “I burn easy.” She laughed at her own joke and
lay back with her eyes closed to bake in the sun. Susan did the same thing and
it didn’t take long for the two lovely women to drift to sleep on the beach.

And it didn’t take long for two teenage boys to catch sight of the young
sleeping beauties. They picked up their towels, and, pretending to have just
arrived, made camp alongside Gloria and Susan. “Well,” said one of the young
men, “looks like they’re sleeping.”

Gloria opened her eyes a notch and caught sight of one of the young men. He was
big, tanned and brawny, and as far as Gloria was concerned, he was made to
order. She figured that a man with a chest as large as his would have to have a
big fuck-stick as well. “I don’t know for sure,” `she whispered to Susan who
was still dozing, “but I think they’ve arrived.” Susan rolled half-way over.
“What?” Gloria nodded in the direction of the two young men. “I think they’re
here for us, Susan. Get ready.” She closed her eyes and pretended to be
sleeping again. So did Susan.

“Hello, ladies,” said one of the young men. “My name’s Dick and this is my
buddy Larry. We thought you might be interested in a little company.”

“Oh, hello,” said Gloria, pretending not to have seen the young men. “Well, I
guess we wouldn’t mind a little company, would we, Susan.” They `made
introductions. `Dick and Larry were — it turned out — both surfers, both
young, probably sixteen Or seventeen, and both were interested in some fast
action. This suited the girls, and it only took a few minutes of casual beach
conversation for everyone to agree to return to Dick’s apartment on the
boardwalk.

There, still dressed in their bathing suits, all four of them began drinking
wine and smoking grass, which Larry just happened to have handy, and it didn’t
take a long time for everyone to get quite high and very aroused. “You know,”
said Larry, eyeing Susan’s big titties and long smooth legs, “I sure wouldn’t
mind having a sister like you.”

“Well,” said Susan, reaching out and taking his hand, “I wouldn’t mind having a
brother like you, Larry. Except then I wouldn’t be able to have sex with you.”
She smiled and took his open hand to play with her leg. She guided him down
between her loins. They were sitting on the floor and she had her long smooth
legs spread out. It would be nothing for him to reach up into her covered
snatch. “Listen,” he said, “why don’t we excuse ourselves for a minute or two,
eh?” She smiled and he took her off to the bedroom.

“The reason I wanted to be alone with you,” he said, “is because I like the way
you smile.” Susan winked at him and turned around. “Would you mind, Larry,
taking my top off?” The youth blushed and undid the strap. Susan turned back
around. “The reason I wanted to be alone with you, Larry,” she said, “is
because I like the looks of your crotch.” She reached one hand down between his
legs and rubbed the place in his trunks where his cock was. Larry was busy
inspecting her titties until he felt her hand massaging his joint. “Wow,” he
said, “you’re really good at that.”

“Well,” she said, falling to her knees between his legs, “I kind of like you,
Larry. And when a girl likes a fella, well, you know how that is.” Her hands
slid gracefully between his legs and under his trunks. She came up inside his
bathing suit holding onto his cock and balls. `Wow,” he said, “I didn’t think
you really liked me all that much already.” She smiled and withdrew her hands
from. his crotch. She came around the topside of his trunks and loosened the
drawstring. Then she slipped the trunks down around his knees, thereby exposing
his genitals. “Well,” she said, “I was right.”

“Right about what?” blushed Larry. He knew, though, what she meant. He waited
for her to say it.

“You do have a nice big cock, don’t you?” She took the head of his big meat in
her hand. She stretched the firming muscle out away from his body and licked
it, with her tongue. She sucked on the base of the joy rod and before long she
had him fully erect. “Now,” she said, “that’s a little more like it, no?”

Larry took her head in his, hands. He pressed her face into his crotch. He
rubbed her smooth blonde cheek against his dick. The feel of her satin skin
against his boner made him hot. He liked her face rubbing in his crotch. Susan
helped him get aroused by using her hands. She rubbed his fanny. She stroked
the space between his buns with one finger. Up and down, lightly, in the groove
she caressed his ass. “Oh, yeah,” said Larry, “I like the way you do that.”

“Good,” she said, his cock still sliding back and forth next to her face. “I
want you to be happy, Larry.” He reached down and cupped her mammoth titties.
He caressed the nipples, teased them just a little, and then palmed the full
pendular breasts themselves. He kneaded the soft flesh, the heating breasts,
and his palms were full of her large nipples, the pink tips and the big brown
caps. “God damn,” he said, “you sure do have the kind of titties I like to play
with!”

“My breasts are very sensitive, Larry,” she panted. “It makes me feel
especially good when you play with them that way.” She spoke in a whisper. Her.
breath was coming faster. Her heart beat strong in her soft chest. “I’m getting
turned on,” she told him. “It’s getting nice in my cunt. Would you like to play
with my twat a little?” She came upright, standing, her legs spread, her
titties still in his hands. His fingers let loose of her big soft boobs. He
stroked down along her smooth stomach. He arrived at her cunt. “You bet I
would.” He worked his fingers under her bikini bottom. “This thing’s in the
way,” he told her as his fingers began to feel up her vagina, her bush and the
wet crack. “Take it off.” He took his hand out of her groin.

She smiled and slipped out of the bottom of her bathing suit. “There,” she
said, tossing the colorful strap aside. “Is that better?” She spread her naked
legs and shook her hips. “Do you see what you want now, Larry?” she asked.

He looked down at her cunt. He pushed her backwards and she lost her balance,
toppling onto the bed on her back. “Now I see what I want,” he said, watching
her titties bounce into place. He climbed up between her legs. “Maybe,” she
said, as he came down on her chest with his torso, “you’d like to have
something really special from me.”

“Special?” he asked, stroking her silky blond hair, pressing his chest against
her titties and fingering her cu