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.

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