"Bend over, bitch. And don't give me any more shit."
His words were stern. He'd fucked around long enough with her. He knew what he wanted, and he knew exactly how to get it from her. It had taken him ten minutes' talk and two drinks to get to know her in the bar around the corner. And now that he knew her number, he didn't want to have to mess around talking her into it. Besides, he also knew the best tactic to use: harsh, brutal, cruel. Anything else would be mealy-mouth and chicken-shit. That wasn't what Stella Sommer wanted.
"You don't have to talk like that to me," she protested.
He slapped her across the face. There was an echo in the unfurnished cheap room. It was a loud smack. She blushed with hurt and rage. "Just shut the fuck up," said Curt Wilson, "or you'll get more than you bargained for. Now let's see it."
She fearfully leaned upwards, onto her hands and knees. She lost her balance in the lumpy spring mattress, but when she came upright, her ass was rolling and beautiful. "There you go," said Curt. "Doesn't that feel better? I mean, don't you feel like you're on your way to what you really want?" He leaned forward, propped his cock in the space between her ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, sliding his pecker along the top of the groove. "Nice and smooth, honey. Just the way I pictured it would be." He rubbed the underside of his cock against the crack in her rump.
Her buttocks were well-rounded creamy half-moons. They were supple and not flabby. Curt pretended they were butter. He could feel them melt in his hands. He held her by the sides and rubbed his dick up and down on the surface of the slick butt flesh. "Good," he said. "That's good." She was rocking from side to side, swaying her ass. It had been obvious to him, obvious from the beginning in the bar, that she would want it up her ass-hole. It had been equally obvious that he would have to slap her around, too. She wanted to pretend that she liked it to be romantic and up her cunt. He didn't want to pretend. He wanted a good long butt fuck, something to make up for a couple of horny days.
Curt Wilson was a big burly man. He had hair all over his chest and legs and buttocks. He was well-hung with long cock and heavy nuts. He had plenty of pubic hair, all of it dark, black. He was young, in his prime, ready to fuck anything that moved well. He could do it, too.
As for Stella Sommer, she was prime, too. She was long and lanky, and she was buxom in her chest. She had big, supple, pendular mammaries. They hung down ready for rubbing. The nipples were large. The caps were the size of silver-dollars, maybe just a little smaller, and they were brown, dark, the color hf her hair. The tips of her titties were cherry colored. They were a perfect pair of nipples, worthy of feeling and sucking. And her cunt was a precious slit surrounded by damp hair. Even as she'd undressed, Curt could see that she leaked a steady flow of slippery ease juice. The room was filled with her female aroma.
He hadn't wanted to hit her. But she'd been acting like she didn't know what she was doing. The one brief slap set her straight. She knew now, and it wasn't like it was the first time. She was probably a masochist of some sort, but a pretty one, nonetheless. Her complexion was light and creamy except for her dark bush, her dark labial lips, her dark nipples. She probably tanned easily, but now she was creamy, milk-white, from not being in the sun.
Curt rolled his hefty rod up and down between her butt cheeks. "It's good, isn't it," he told her.
"Yes," she said. She had to admit that it was better than she'd expected. It wasn't every stranger who could turn her on the way Curt had. There was something about him. He knew how to treat her so that it would be exciting. He was willing to work her over, if he had to, and she didn't mind that. Maybe she even liked it. She rolled her butt for him, for his long, firming pecker. His erection, she knew, had to be full and hard before it would get into her tight anal channel.
It didn't bother her about the seedy hotel room. After all, she couldn't take him home with her. She was only seventeen. Her mother would have a shit-fit if she knew what was going on in Stella's life. Not only that, there was no privacy at home. The hotel was perfect.
Curt continued to rub his meat along the narrow groove. "I wish I had some juice here with he," he said.
"Use my twat," she said in a meek voice. Stella had the voice of a librarian. It was a sweet voice, pristine, and it implied all sorts of strange possibilities. She'd learned to talk that way as a kid, because she was afraid of her father, and her mother was no help in changing things. She was weak that way, but stronger in others. In her sexual habits, for example, she could take anything. A good stiff rod up the ass was what she craved, as often and as steady as possible. But she hated to admit it. Curt had to do that for her. He did a good job of it, too.
He reached into her juicing pussy with one hand. The juice was ready. It flowed from her cunt in a kind of steady pour. There would be enough to juice all of Curt's stiff rod and all of her ass-hole. That would make the anal sex the best. If it was dry, it would be tight. And if it was too tight, it would be miserable. They both knew that.
Curt took a helping of the clit's easy juice. He rubbed it on his cock. Then he spread another handful on her buttocks. He rubbed Stella's smooth round orbs with the slippery grease. Before long he had a good feel for his palms. It was a slippery feel, one that sent his palms, his hands sliding back and forth across fresh, young flesh, ass flesh, the softest flesh in the world. And Stella's was especially so.
She'd probably done it a dozen times before, this way. So she was close to being virgin. Her tube, hoped Curt, was probably still tight, with long muscles. Of course he wouldn't know for sure until he had his powerful fuck-stick greased and in it. But that would only be a minute or two more away.
He went back to her wet twat. He needed more juice. "Come on," she said. "Let's get it going, eh?" She was hot for it now. It was contrasting behavior, compared to her earlier reluctance. But Curt had expected as much. After all, he'd picked her out of the bar as a woman who wanted it, wouldn't admit it, and then when she submitted, finally, went all the way for it. So he told her to take her time. While she relaxed, he massaged her cheeks with his greasy hands, lubricated her butt crack and cheeks, and then the tube, with her clit ooze. "O.k., " he told her, pulling a finger out of her butt entrance. "You get yourself ready now. It's going to be good and stiff."
"You know," she said, "you could eat me first. Just for the hell of it."
"I could," retorted Curt. "But I'm not going to. We'll take care of your ass-hole, baby, and then we'll do some of the fringe benefits." He aimed his spear. The hot flesh was coated with juice. It was a well-lubricated prong. He'd stuff her with it and make sure that she got it good. He leaned down and probed the head of the meat at the tapered hole. "You all set, Stella, baby?"
"Ready," she moaned. "Do it."
"Do it?" he asked in a mocking voice. "Do it up right?"
"Yeah," said Stella. "Fuck me up the ass-hole."
She didn't have much time to say anything else. He let loose with a long steady push. He jammed down hard. He gave her all of his dick at once. She would have screamed, but her breath was gone. She was impaled by the stick. It was deep in her bowels before she could say anything. She rolled her hips back and forth. But it was an unconscious physical movement, the expression of agony. Maybe she'd have tried to get away, It wouldn't have done any good. Curt had his hand gripped around her neck. She couldn't move forward or backwards either. He had an arm around her waist, under her belly, and his hand gripped the opposite hip. It was a stiff hold. A wrestler could have flattened an opponent if he had this hold on him.
Even though they weren't wrestling, Curt flattened Stella. The force of his initial thrust sent her face down into the sheets. She started moaning, saying that she couldn't take it. "It's too fucking much," she hollered. "Don't you know that? Too damn much meat in one place."
"Ha," he laughed. "Too much?" He chortled. "You ain't seen nothing yet." He slammed his groin into her buttocks. His cock descended what distance remained in her shit-tube. "You gonna get a long wail in there honey child, one to last you a good long while."
"Uuuhh," she complained. "It still hurts. Not enough grease." He pulled back. "That's better."
"Hold on," he said. He yanked his rod out all together. He greased up again. He supplied her tube with a fingering and spread out more of her vaginal ooze across the entrance to the hole. He stuffed her again and again with his long finger that was covered with clit grease. "Now," he said. "Now, you'll get the fuck you been wanting. This will be nice and easy." He entered her again, this time slowly. His rod slid down the tight corridor in her butt. She tried to jerk away again, but he held her just as secure as before. "Take it easy," he said. "We're almost there."
He reached his hands up under her body. He had her chest in his two hands. Her pendular tits were like cotton in his palms. They were soft and fleshy, young and nubile. He massaged them, milked them with kneading fingers. He could tell she was getting aroused, in her titties, in her butt. It was going to be a long fuck, a hot one, a sultry intercourse for Stella's anus and his prick. "It's good and tight," he told her softly. "Good and tight the way I like it."
He plied her from side to side. His thick stem spread out her sphincter muscle while his hands worked on her soft titties. "Yeah," he said. "Good." He continued to work out on her chest. Before long, he knew, she would be orgasmic. What he did with her now he had to do fast. "It's gonna hurt," he cautioned her. "Just for a minute."
"Why?" she said. "It's good now. It's better than it ever was before."
"Yeah," he said. "But it's gonna hurt. Hold on tight."
She reached forward and grabbed the head of the bed. She held on with both hands, like a kid taking swimming lessons from the side of the pool. "O.k., " he said, "here we go." He lunged forward. His pecker disappeared all the way up the tube. It was tight and she recoiled.
"Oooh," she cried to him. "Too fucking much."
"Just another inch and you'll have it," he told her. "Just a bit more." He used his hands-took them off her soft chest and applied them to her buttocks-to spread her out more. He pulled the ass cheeks, the soft globes, apart. Now he could plunge his flesh rod down deep, to the hilt. Before he finished his meat was fully in her body, in the rear entrance. "You like?"
"Oh, God, yes," she agreed. "It's perfect now. It doesn't hurt so much once you're in." She rolled her hips to get a squeeze position on the shaft. She got it and started rolling the muscles, milking his rod. She was able to grip him with the sliding iris sphincter.
She managed to tighten the circle of flesh in her anus. It rubbed his dick.
Stella's efforts to make him happy impressed Curt. He jammed down deep, wanting to give her the same accommodating thrill. "There you go honey," he said. "You got it all now."
"Yeah," she said softly, moaning into her pillow. Her face was sideways against the cheap linen and rubber cushion. It gave her butt the right angle. The cock muscle could even slide a bit, if he was careful. And he was. He jammed hard and then eased back. He had good control over his crotch muscle. He'd fucked a lot of women this way, and it was nothing for him to consider waiting a half-hour of forty minutes before letting loose with his wad. At least, that's what he would do if he thought the woman could take it that long.
He couldn't tell why he loved to fuck a woman up the ass-hole. Sometimes he hated to do it, other times he loved it that way. There were days when the thought made him feel crummy, and there were other days he couldn't live without it. He jammed hard in Stella's ass cunt. He wanted to make sure that she was getting the full treatment. This was one of the days it felt good. "Uuuuhh," he grunted. "Uuuumph," and he lunged forward with all his might.
His muscle filled Stella up to the brim. She tried to remember a time when her ass-hole had been so penetrated. There wasn't one. She couldn't compare it to other experiences. There was a man named Dave who'd done it hard and fast up her ass-hole, but he had come so fast that she didn't even know he was in her before he was out. This was different. Curt was rolling his hips and pumping his rod, sliding it in and out in small degrees. He had some sort of control over her ass without even trying. She felt the heat and blush fill her face. She was getting hot, ready to come. It would be a minute or two more, but she was sure she would juice all over the fucking place. It wouldn't be long. "I'm hot," she told him. "Really hot."
"Good, baby," said Curt. "That's great. You come on my rod whenever it suits you." He reached a finger in her smooth young vagina. He planted the digit along side the young girl's twat-prick. Her clit jumped to life. It twitched involuntarily. He rubbed it just as vigorously as he rubbed her ass-hole tube with his thick bent meat. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "you get that rubbing going just right. I never had it like this before."
He reached up to her chest again. He cupped one titty and squeezed. Before she knew what was happening; her nipple was ecstatic. The nipple was up and ready. He rubbed his palm across the tip. He could feel her getting hotter. He had a hand for her cunt, one for her big chest, and a cock in her anus. She couldn't have been more satisfied.
She said so too. "It's awfully fucking good, Curt. Awfully good."
"Glad you like it," he told her. "That's the way it should be." He kissed her on the side of her face. He could whisper in her ear, if he wanted, and plunge a tongue down her aural canal. He didn't bother, though. He just went around her blonde nape and Frenched her fine skin. It was a smooth lick for luscious skin. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, "I love it."
"Yeah," said Curt "It ain't all that bad at this end, either." He could feel her long ass-hole muscles going to work to get the jism out of his cock. He could resist for a while, but then he would have to fire. It was that good a slide. The screwing in this dame's butt was too good to believe. He wondered if he would last long enough to get her into orgasm. She had nice tight muscles, and plenty of control, all of a sudden. He knew she'd done it before, now, for sure. It wasn't just conjecture. She'd fucked some men up her ass-hole before. She liked it, too. The one slap had been enough. It let her know a lot about himself, that he didn't bullshit around, that he didn't care so much about her psyche as he did about her body. He wanted it in order, ready, hot, lusty. It was one slap that had done the job. He jabbed hard, in order the better to enjoy the anal fuck they were getting off on. "Nice," he told her when she responded with a good solid squeeze in her butt and jerk in her hips. "Very, very nice."
They began to sweat. The heat was too much. They were working up an anal sexual frenzy. Another few minutes and they'd have both spent their wads. It would have been one simple fuck, just up the butt, that's all. One long ass-hole screw, just to get the day started, or ended. Curt smiled to himself about how he'd made the right choice. There'd been another girl sitting next to Stella at the bar. He might have picked her, a loser for sure. This was better. This was a good anus fuck. It was one that neither of them would forget. It was a sweaty butt-fuck well worth the short wait it took to eet it.
"Jesus," cried Stella Sommer. "I'm getting so fucking hot." She reached around and took one of Curt's hands. He'd been playing softly with her titties. She took a finger and pushed it into her clit button. She rubbed herself with his finger. Another few strokes, she suspected, and she'd be rolling in gush. She pulled his finger back and forth across her clitoris. "Yeah," she said, letting loose, "that rubbing there and you know what in my ass-I'll be in heaven."
It amazed Curt how quickly she'd changed her tune. It wasn't a surprise, but it was a remarkable change. He jammed his finger across her clit the way she wanted it. The button was erect, fleshy and wet. It was a long clitoris, comparatively speaking, and it was hot for all the stimulation Curt was willing to give. He tweaked it with his fingers while his cock enjoyed the long squeezing, milking muscles of Stella's sweet ass channel. She had what it took and he told her so: "Baby," he said, "you're bitchin'!"
She smiled to herself and rolled the smooth flesh of her ass cheeks and her trim hips. The rhythm was basic, primitive, sensual. It enhanced the anal lust. His cock slid smoothly in the tight corridor. He felt the jism begin to boil in his balls. "In a minute, babe," he warned her, "I'm going to flood that hole."
"Good," she said. "I can hardly wait. Rub my clit hard when you do, eh?"
"Sure," he said. And in the next minute he was fondling her clit with a quick even stroking that led Stella quickly and efficiently up the ladder to orgasm. As she began to climax, screeching: "Oh, God, yes, fuck!", he pushed his meat further into her ass tube. Her muscles were contracting, constricting around his flesh snake. He routed her out like a clogged pipe. His jism burst out in one uproarious sexual explosion. He burst out in her ass-hole, giving her all the jism she could possibly use. He flooded her orgasmic ass crotch. The pudding spilled out along his sliding phallus, out and down her ass cheeks. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted. His throbbing and stroking action was terrific. He bulged in her ass crotch, continued to spurt for maybe fifteen squirts. Then he yanked his spent but rigid flesh prong out from between Stella's smooth butt canyon. "Ahhhh," they both sighed. "That's what I call a nice anal fuck," said Curt Wilson. "Just about the best in a while."
"Yeah," said Stella, laying down on her side. Her lovely pendular mammaries, creamy as ever only blushing, lay alongside Curt's hairy, muscular chest. "There's only one more thing you have to do for me, baby," he told her as he stroked her titties with his hand. They were creamy soft and luscious to the touch. Chills, new ones, followed his finger as he arrived at her upright nipple.
"One more thing? What's that?" she asked, softly. She was tired, exhausted from the fuck. But she seemed willing or at least curious to know what else the burly man next to her expected. "What else do you want from me?"
"A little licking," he said. "You know: your basic clean up."
"What? I don't go in-"
He put his hand across her mouth. "Don't say something you don't want to. You wouldn't want to have to eat your words as well as my ass-hole and cock. Now would you?" He took his hand from her face. "Would you?" he repeated the cynical question. He pushed with one hand on the back of her head and she followed the indicated direction, down to his crotch.
He turned over quickly. "Start there," he said, his ass in her face. "Just give me a little tongue wash up the butt. Then you can take care of the really messy part, eh?" He laughed and only had to wait an instant before Stella's tongue parted his ass cheeks and rubbed around in his sphincter muscle. "Good," he said. "That's the way."
She went in whole hog. She licked his ass crack and the tube itself. She rubbed her face cheeks against his butt cheeks. She used her tongue like a wet paint brush. Before long she'd soaked his rear end. His rump was shiny with wet saliva. She did a good job of reaming his ass-hole.
He rolled over and showed her his cock. "You're almost done," he said. "Just a little taste here and there, and you're home free." He watched her blush as she picked up his filth-covered dick. She rubbed her hands between his legs and massaged his spent balls. A moment later she had his cock in her mouth. She used her splayed tongue to rub around the surface of the head. She went from there, in long wet strokes, down the shaft of his meat. Soon she arrived at the base. She used one hand on the mushroom head to hold Curt's joint up and away from his body. In this manner she was able to coat the underside of his dick with her tongue. There was all sorts of juice that needed to be licked off. She took care of it all.
Curt couldn't be sure if she was swallowing it all down, or just licking it off. He didn't really give a shit. He just wanted the thrill of knowing that he'd had himself licked off by the same woman who had done in his ass desires. His cock, the phallus that had been riding up that woman's butt, was now being licked into ecstasy by the same woman. Soon she took the head back in her face and tongue around on the rim of the mushroom head. The heart-shaped and galvanized tip was sensitive to every wet stroke. She had a good tongue, and she used it well on his hungry cock head. Before long he was clean as a whistle. She held the meat up for his inspection. "What do you think?"
"Wow," he said. "You do nice work, Stella. Very, very nice."
"Thanks," she said casually, letting the cleaned prick flop down between his legs. "I'll be back in a minute." She went to the John and shut the door after her. She leaned over the toilet and flushed it first, so that Curt wouldn't hear her doing it. She vomited up the shit and the grease she'd swallowed. She puked out the liquor that she'd been drinking. She was feeling a lot better when she came back into the room. The fucking in her ass-hole, she figured, had been pretty good, she didn't like licking his cock that way, but if she had to, if he called her again and wanted her to, she'd do it again. Maybe, she thought to herself as she crawled into Curt's strong arms and lay there against his chest, just maybe she could get into it. After all the anal fuck was one of the best ever. She dozed in his arms and didn't realize until she woke up the next morning that she was, for most of the night, alone in the hotel bed.
II
Mrs. Sommer rolled out of bed early. The phone was ringing, and it couldn't have been any later than six in the morning. She was alone in the house, as she had been, for well over five years. She was thirty when her husband left her for the bottle, and she'd grown used to bringing up a daughter and working and being alone. But early morning phone calls, no matter how good a divorcee she was, always upset her. In an angry tone of voice, she pulled the phone off the hook and said "Hello."
It was a strange voice, an unfamiliar one, not one of her friends, nor, to the best of her knowledge, not a friend of her daughter's. He wanted something, to talk with Stella. "I'm sure she's still asleep," said Mrs. Sommer. "Can I take a message?"
"Are you her mother?" asked the voice. He didn't wait for an answer. "Stella told me all about you, Mrs. Sommer. I'd like to meet you sometime. That's one reason I called so early."
"I don't know who you are, Mr.-"
He interrupted: "My name's Curt. Curt Wilson. You have Stella tell you about me." The phone went dead. Mrs. Sommer made her way sleepily to Stella's bedroom. She pushed the door open. Her daughter blushed and pulled the sheets up around her face. "Mom," she said, "I wish you'd fucking knock."
"Don't talk to your mother that way," said Mrs. Sommer, in no mood to hear her young daughter swearing at that hour of the morning.
"I'm sorry," said Stella. "I just, oh, I'm sorry, Mom." She climbed out of the morning sheets and met her mother half way. They embraced warmly. "Who was that on the phone?" she asked softly as they both sat on the edge of the bed in a moment of tender mother-daughter intimacy. "Someone named Curt," said Mrs. Sommer, tying her robe into place. "He said to ask you about him."
"Oh, yeah, Curt," said Stella. It had been a week since the night in the hotel. Even now, seven days later, she could feel how her ass-hole had been widened, raped, made orgasmic. She could picture Curt Wilson's long hog stuffed up her butt. A blush rose in her face as she looked back at her mother. "Did he say what he wanted."
"No," said Mrs. Sommer. "He hung up rather abruptly, as a matter-of-fact." She smiled and said:
"He'll be calling back, if I know how men like you, Stella." She got up and headed back to sleep for a while.
When Mrs. Sommer next woke up, it was ten-thirty. Stella had long since left for school. She stumbled across the living room to answer the doorbell which had called her up from her light sleep. A burly, muscular man, young and athletic looking, stood in the doorframe. "Yes?" said Mrs. Sommer. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Curt," said the man. "Spoke to you this morning? Is Stella here?"
"No, but-"
"That's o.k., " said Curt. He busted passed her. "You alone?"
"Yes, I am, young man, but I don't see how that?"
He turned around and in one swift move slammed the front door shut and shoved his mouth into Mrs. Sommer's face. He ate everything else she had to say. A moment later, despite some preliminary resistance, she was blushing and heated. Her desires were ardent, her juice quick to flow. She was a lonely but experienced woman. She missed sex, craved it often enough to have secretly purchased a dildo, and wasn't about to pass up the opportunity, forcibly or otherwise, to have her crack at a fresh, young, stiff cock. She submitted to Curt's advances willingly.
He stripped her quickly of her robe. He hung it over the front door knob which he locked. He backed her into the living room and before she could go any further, or mouth any insincere protest against his style, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to the floor. She reached down between their heating bodies and fumbled with his belt buckle. She rubbed her one hand in his crotch and the other fiddled with the leather and metal. She could feel his fuck-stick bulging. She rubbed it and soon, the other hand finding its way, she had his pants sliding down around his knees. She tugged his crotch muscle out of the cotton briefs and rubbed the head with the palm of her hand. Before long she had him fully erect and ready to fuck her.
"God damn," he said. "Passion must run in the family." He stripped off the rest of his clothes and joined the naked woman again on the floor. She had a long fleshy body, a little chunkier than her daughter's but shapely nonetheless. She had the unmistakable Sommer breasts, large and pendular, ripe for a feel. Curt felt his muscle rise just at the thought of a licking on those luscious, wanton titties. He splayed his tongue across one nipple and licked it hungrily. "Mmmmmm," she hummed to him, "that's nice." She took his head in her hands and rubbed his face between her titties. "I like it when a man rubs his face there," she said.
Curt slid down the woman's body. He ended up quickly at Mrs. Sommer's beaver. It was wet and juicy. He licked the outer lips and dove into the fleshy cunt. It was filled with goo. He spread out the labial leaves with his fingers and quickly located her clitoris. After a few deft strokes at it, the thing was erect and twitching. "Oh, God," she moaned, "Stella knows how to pick her men." He rubbed his palms up and down her smooth loins and then slid one hand around to her butt. He slipped a finger into her ass-hole, gradually, while he continued to eat her up the orgasm ladder.
Soon she was gushing and blushing. Her ass-hole, unlike her daughter's was spread more. It had more experience, surmised Curt. But that didn't mean it wasn't going to be a nice tight rub. To the contrary, he was quite sure that Mrs. Sommer's tube was filled with agile and well-developed muscles, all of which Curt was sure would soon be wrapped around his hog. "O.k., baby," said Curt, "It's time for some real action." He grabbed her firmly around the hips and flung her over on her belly.
"Please be careful," she said. "A bruise would give it all away."
"No shit," said Curt. He smiled and reached his hands down between her full moon ass cheeks. He rubbed the buttocks open. He noticed that the buttocks were larger and fleshier than Stella's. It promised to be a smooth greasy ride on top of a couple of nice bare cheeks. "O.k., " he said, "Let me just get a little feel of this thing." He lifted his prick and rolled it across the slippery ass flesh. "Mmmmm," he moaned, "nice stuff there, Mrs. Sommer. Very nice stuff."
He leaned his face down between her ass cheeks. He plied his tongue along the groove. He spread the cheeks with his mouth muscle. He was sure to wet down everything in sight. Before long he arrived at her ass-hole. He filled it, too, with his long, serpent like tongue. He gouged out the hole, drilled it with wet saliva for lubricant and his tongue was the bit. He pushed in hard and Mrs. Sommer began to rock and roll her hips in his face. "Uuuuuhhh, gooood," she grunted. "I love a little ass ream every now and then. Especially in the morning." She chuckled to herself.
He continued licking Stella's mother's butt hole. Soon he traveled up her spine. He kissed her back, the small, her hips, the sides, her rib cage. He arrived at her neck. He pressed his lips into the soft nape of her dark-haired neck. From that angle, with the woman on her belly, he was able to reach under her chest and cup her smooth pendular titties. He gave them a good long squeeze. He milked them with both hands, kneaded the flesh with his fingers. He worked down to her nipple tips. There he tweaked. But his real goal had been accomplished much, much sooner. His cock was sliding nicely between the woman's ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "you got what it takes. And a mother, too!! "
He punctured her butt in one surprising move. His arrow of flesh went darting into the tight space. He jammed hard and long. In two strokes he'd filled Mrs. Sommer's anal cavity.
"Oh, God," she grunted, "I had no idea."
"Shut up if yer gonna lie," said Curt. He pounded her butt with his cock. "You two are alike. She says she never did it that way and loves it. And you say you had no idea. Too fucking much." He probed her anus with his long muscle. He could feel her tube contracting with desire around his stiff pole. She not only had done it, expected it, but she wanted it, needed it, loved it. He jammed deep.
"Uuuuhh," she grunted, "how did you know? I never told anyone, not even Stella."
"A big secret?" asked Curt with a laugh. "Ha, ha, ha." He poked harder. His branding iron was burning in her ass crotch. She did have the long squeezing muscles he'd been counting on. She was a hell of a good ass lay. He could tell already. "You want to come up on your hands and knees?" Until then she'd been flat on her belly. He expected that if she were up higher, he could get in deeper.
"Sure," she said. "I'd love it that way." She propped herself up on hands and knees. Curt reached one hand down to her gushing cunt, and the other he used on her smooth mammaries. The breasts were as soft as the pussy was slippery. There was grease in her cunt, and heat in her titties. He couldn't get over how his brazen entrance had resulted in so much pleasure. He continued to jam his cock down her shit tube and, naturally, he continued to enjoy the milking action that had developed in Mrs. Sommer's strong butt tube. "Yeah," he told her in a sweet voice, "keep that up and we'll be coming on each other in a few minutes."
"I love it," she said. "I love a good hot rod up my ass-hole."
"I kind of figured that was the case," said Curt Wilson. "I mean how many divorced women just hang out alone and watch their daughters get laid all the time and don't want it themselves?"
"Do you fuck Stella up the-"
"Once," said Curt. "Just once. I haven't had the chance yet again." But I will, said Curt to himself.
He continued to probe the lovely woman's butt. The tube had begun contracting rhythmically ever since she came up on her hands and knees. He could feel up her twat, too, where similar muscles squeezed and milked his bony finger. But for the most part he concentrated his digit action on her clitoris, and his cock muscle on her shit tube. "Mmmmm, good," he told her. "Just about perfect."
"What could be better?" she asked. "You like a little bump and grind maybe?" She swayed her hips and bore upwards so that she stood upright on her knees.
"Oh, God, yes," said Curt. He couldn't believe she was able to come up like that. "That's terrific."
"Or maybe you'd prefer a wiggle or two." She shook her butt on her way back down onto her hands. She rolled the entire tube across his muscle, flexed her sphincter so that Curt got a good taste of what she could do. "Hot fucking damn!" cried Curt. "You're better than I thought any woman could be. I mean really. And I've fucked some ass-holes in my time."
"You're too young to be a judge," she said softly, nibbling at his hand that he'd put in front of her face. She kiesed his hand while his cock was working around in her butt. Her rump was rolling, her tongue was licking, and her pussy was gushing. She couldn't have been happier. "You know what," she said without really expecting an answer, "I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. Yes I do."
"Don't you count on it," said Curt. He ripped his cock out of her butt and slapped the surprised mother on the cheek. "You turn around and give me a little head, just to let me know you appreciate the good luck you're having." He watched her smile. She nodded her head and pushed him on his hirsute chest. He went down on his back. She straddled his waist with her back to him. She shuffled backwards so that her butt was at his chin. Then she leaned forward. Her long titties rubbed smoothly on his belly, and her mouth made a perfect joint with his cock. "There you are," she said softly licking his meat. "Just right."
By laying down on him this way, she'd supplied him with her cunt at the same time as she'd scooped his prick. She expected that he wouldn't refuse her pussy a quick little licking. Sure enough, Curt went directly to work on Mrs. Sommer's open wet twat. He pulled open the vaginal lips and shot his tongue deep into the cavern. He ate around and around and gradually landed on her clitoris, on the roof of her open, hungry hole.
She moaned on his dick: "That's the way, boy. That's the way to do it."
Curt rubbed her buttocks while he sucked out Mrs. Sommer's cunt. He used his hands to massage her full ass cheeks, and he used his tongue to lick her pussy. It was long delicious strokes across her clit, and good kneading fingers on her ass that made Mrs. Sommer comment: "You know your stuff, for a younger man. I mean really."
She went licking across his tough meat. The joint was wet and slimey with shit juice. But that didn't stop Mrs. Sommer. She spread her lips around the thickest portion of the sword, and, beginning there, sucked her way up and down the long phallus. She worked like a box car on tracks. Her face and mouth was the box car. The track was Curt's penis. She moved smoothly up and down on the joint, using her tongue to lubricate the entire flesh pathway. "M-mm," she hummed, from time to time, just to let him know that she understood a few of h is ego needs as well as his flesh needs, "you certainly do have a well developed sex muscle, Mr. Wilson."
Curt smiled. "And your twat is not exactly in a state of atrophy, Mrs. Sommer." He jammed his face deep in her bush. He gave one long stroke across her clit and then pushed her legs up and over his head. "Time for more of the real McCoy, lady. Bend over." He didn't give her much time to think about it. He had her legs spread; her buttocks open, her ass-hole filled with his monster crotch muscle before she could even say: "Ooooh."
Wham! went his cock, deep into her rump cunt. He filled her full of hot penis. He didn't stop when she screamed out bloody murder, either. The feel was too good for that. He rubbed and pushed and probed the hot ass-hole muscles. He jammed deep enough that he could feel the woman's bowels cringe in agony. He was so far in that the sphincter muscle was having to spread even wider to accommodate the thick base of his meat than it did to let pass the hefty, heart-shaped mushroom head. "Uuuuuuhhh," she grunted, "it's so fucking stiff."
"And hot, too," said Curt. "Hot? Eh?"
"Yes, hot and stiff," she moaned. "It's-"
He jammed hard. "It's good!" He rolled his muscle against the contracting sphincter. He pulled his dick from side to side. He was malleable enough to be able to bend his joint and thereby get himself even more pleasure from the long shit tube. It was one long steady fuck in her ass-hole. "Oooh, God, yes," she cried, reaching for one of his hands. She pulled his finger back to her juicy twat. The lips were open and his finger landed, with her expert guidance, directly on her erect and slippery clitoris. "Ooooh, yeah," she gasped, "now that's the perfect rub."
He felt his pecker begin to wail. It was going to be twitching and squirting. He wanted her flat on the floor for that one. He wanted to feel her naked soft flesh pressed flat against his hirsute and muscular frame. He shoved her down hard and his joint went shooting up and off inside her.
"God damn fuck shit piss!" she wailed out. "It's so fucking hard!!"
He never let go of her clit. He squeezed it as the same time he fucked her butt hole with his jism spurting phallus. He flooded her shit hole with a steady pulsing of hot come. The semen juice loosened the tight feel and he went sliding back and forth in the confines of the sphincter and shit tube. He was able to get the last bit of come into her body as he yanked his rod out. He smiled and said: "Very, very good, Mrs. Sommer. like daughter, like mother." He laughed a little and then said, "And now for the finishing touches."
She knew exactly what he meant, unlike Stella the week before, and she dumped her face onto his cock. She licked him clean with five or six deft strokes. Again Curt smiled and said: "Very, very good." And then he added: "Excellent, in fact. Just fucking excellent."
III
The next night Stella dressed in front of the mirror. She put on a pair of tight white levies, but then she discarded them. She wanted to have her splendid long legs out in the open for show. And for easy access, too. She rubbed her thighs and watched herself doing it in the mirror. "I have a pretty body," she murmured to herself. "I should make good use of it." She rolled her hips. Her lovely dark bush nearly smiled with the delight Stella took in seeing herself move. She reached into her twat and opened the lips. She wanted to take a good look at her own sweet tube. She pressed her thighs close to the mirror. She was up tight against it and could just get a look in when the doorbell rang. She knew it was her date.
Hurriedly, she dressed in a simple skirt and blouse. Just for fun she brought along a sweater. She met her date, a strong young fellow from the high school, a boy she'd dated for some time. His name was Brandon, and she liked him a lot. She regretted, however, that he was timid with her. She promised herself, though, that this night she would change all that.
They dined at a local restaurant and then made their way in Brandon's car up toward the hills overlooking the city. But just before they started up the climb, Stella suggested: "Brandon, why don't we go to a motel tonight. I'll split the cost. It would be better than working out in the back of the car." The young man was a little surprised at his girl's abnormally and unusual forward manner, but he decided that it might be best to go with her.
A few minutes later, under the name Smith, they checked into a dive called the Truesdale House. It was a five dollar a night flea bag joint, but it had clean sheets on the beds. It only took Stella and Brandon about five seconds to undress and get under the covers.
"Gee," said Brandon, "it's kind of strange being in bed with you. I'm more used to having to get going in the car."
"I know," said Stella, pulling her long dark hair back over her shoulders, "isn't it nice?" She didn't wait for him to answer. She stuffed his open mouth with her tongue. He kissed back, French style, and before long both of them were heated and horny. Stella, of course, was a bit more lusty than at him and said in order to encourage him: "Of course you can do it. Don't be silly now, you know it's going to be fun."
He started to blush: "I guess so." She crawled down between his legs and licked his cock a couple of times before settling on her face, hands and knees. Her butt was pushing the blankets and sheets up. "You can get in there really easy like this. Just pick yourself up and go to it. I know you'll like it once you start." She wagged her ass to give him a sexy little hint of how good it was going to be for her. Her buttocks were smooth and probably irresistible. She was young and supple and very difficult to turn down.
"O.k., " said Brandon, getting up to give the hot rump the old college try. "I'm ready to give it a go." He spread her ass cheeks and looked into the shit tube. It was tapered at the entrance, rounded and brown, like dry rolling hill. He could see some shiny juice just beyond the initial entrance and suspected that it was clit juice that had leaked down from Stella's hot mound. "Are you ready?" he asked, postponing the moment.
"Yes, Brandon. I'm quite ready. Quit stalling and give me something nice to remember you by. We are high school seniors, you know, and it would be nice to know that you cared enough ... ooooooh, Brandon, and it was she who was on top. "Honey," she said, rolling her pelvis against Brandon's cock, "tell me how you like it best."
"Oh, darling," said Brandon, "I like it just about all the ways." Stella reached down and planted his cock between the lips of her pussy. The leaves were slippery with fresh clit goo. She spread out around his good long hog, but she didn't force it up into her. She merely rubbed along side it with the meaty tip spreading her lips from time to time. It was a long wet and sloppy feel for Brandon's hot cock. He could especially enjoy the tip of his meat as it rolled between his girl's special cunt lips. He liked to think of Stella as only his, and he liked it when she showed some assertiveness about sex. "You make me very happy," he sighed. "Very, very happy."
"Good," she said. "Would you like me to feel very special?" she asked.
"Of course," said Brandon, staring up at Stella's sweet round eyes. "What should I do?"
"Eat my ass-hole."
He paled. "What? I never did that. I don't know." He stammered: "Do you, ah, really, ah want me to do that?" He wondered how it would taste, if there would be shit there.
"I washed before you came. It'll be nice and clean and juicy, and I really want you to do it." She smiled
Brandon, that's perfect!! "
Brandon had stuffed his tongue into her ass crack. He sloshed up and down, like a painter working in the corner of a room, and he was filling her tubular shaped ass groove with tongue meat and saliva. He washed her hole, at least the entrance, with the tip of his tongue. Then he jammed it in further and circled the sphincter with his muscle. "Mmmmm," he said, "it's not so bad as I thought it would be." He smacked his lips and went back for more. He stuffed as much of his tongue into Stella's hot tube as he could and she responded with a lovely squeaking screech. "Oooh, Brandy," she cooed and moaned, "that's just so luscious!! I'll never forget how you did this for me."
He smiled, happy to be able to please his special girl, and then went slopping up and down the space between her cheeks again. "That's good," he moaned. "That's really damn good." He squeezed her ass buttocks open. His long tongue went diving down deep into the shit tube. He filled it with meaty mouth muscle. He managed to give her a quick, sharp reaming. Before long she was telling him that he was her favorite lover, that she needed him all the time, forever, that no matter where he went after graduation she was going to follow him; for the sex!!
"Phew," said Brandon. "That's enough for now."
"Oh, drat," said delectable Stella. "We only just got started!" She rolled over and found his joint ready and willing for her mouth. She sucked up the tip of the meat into her lips. "Darling," said Brandon, "you were never this passionate before. What's happened?"
"I just decided," said lovely Stella, rubbing the wet cock against her face, "that you and I are both adults now and there's no need for us to hide our true sexual desires."
"No need ... . "
"At all," added Stella. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," said Brandon. "Does that mean that-"
She turned and faced him. She spread her long comely legs. "Look," she said, holding her cunt lips open so that he could see inside her tube. "I want you in there."
Brandon didn't say another word. He stared for a moment, looked into the open hairy box, noted the wet, and dove for it. He pushed his cock into the space as he forced Stella down on the bed. "You mustn't," she warned him, "shoot off in there. I don't have any way of preventing myself from getting pregnant." It was a lie, but she had another motive: she wanted his dick in her ass-hole. "In fact," she said, "you better hold off on sticking it in there for a while. Why don't you use the other hole?"
"The other hole?" asked Brandon, pulling his greasy flesh tower out of her cunt. "Where?"
She turned around again and showed him her butt. "It's nice and wet, and I bet you could just go sliding right on in!"
"Sure," said Brandon. "Why the hell not?" It was going to be one of those nights. He lifted his dick to the smooth surface of Stella Sommer's butt. He rubbed the underside of his joint along her hefty buttock until he was good and sure that his pecker was about as stiff as it could be considering that he wasn't inside the lovely woman's body. Then he pulled his meat up in his hand and placed the point at the entrance to her delectable tube. "Ready?" he asked, in the same manner as before when he'd stalled and procrastinated eating Stella's shit tube.
"Yes, I'm ready," said Stella impatiently. She leaned around and took one last look at Brandon's long stiff muscle. It was shiny with juice. "Gonna poke me or hang around?" she asked, taunting him.
He jammed forward. His sudden thrust spread the tight iris sphincter muscle open. He passed through the thing and deepened the assault with a wiggle and jam from his hips. He grinded deep and the deeper he went the more he blushed crimson. "Oooh, my God," he grunted, "I can't believe how nice it is."
"I told you," she said. "Isn't that good?" She loved the idea of seducing him with her butt. It wasn't the same game as the wonderful one she'd played with Curt Wilson, but then Curt Wilson was a different kind of man. He wanted to take everything, and Brandon wanted to give what little he had. "Is it good for you?" she heard him asking. "I mean is it really nice?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "I love the feel of that big meat of yours Brandon. I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it."
"Have you done it this way before?" he asked in her ear by leaning across her back. She didn't answer. Instead, she rocked her hips a couple of times from right to left. Then she swayed her hips forward and pulled his muscle deeper into her bowels. "How do you like that?" she asked. "Good?"
"I like it," he said, taking her silence about other buttfucks to mean that she had done it before. "Well," he added, "I'll be damned." With that Brandon's anger rose up. He decided to plunge as deep as possible and to take advantage of what was happening. He worked his meat slowly but surely so deep in Stella's ass crotch that he was flush with her smooth butt cheeks. She rolled her hips and his cock was getting a delicious feel. He began to twist and gyrate. He plied her sphincter muscle open and wide so that he got the longest and strongest feel possible from her ass cavity. "Oooh," she grunted to him, "that's an awfully stiff pecker there, Brandon."
He jammed harder. He didn't like her patronizing attitude. Suddenly he realized that he was being made a fool of, that she'd been fucking many men, others beside himself, men who he didn't know. He knew that she'd been fucking lots of men with her butt, with her twat, and that for years he'd been putting off fucking her because he thought she was a virgin. He translated his anger into a long stroking action that stuffed her so full of his hot cock that she couldn't take it.
"Oh, Christ, no," she wailed. "What's gotten into you? I can't take it anymore. Please, no, shit!! "
But he didn't stop. He just continued to roll his muscle in wider and larger curves, making sure to tear up her ass-hole as much as possible. She wiggled away at one point and his greasy rod slipped out of her shit hole. But he grabbed her by the nape of the neck and forced her face down into the foot of the bed, into the sheets and covers. "Brandon," she wailed, "what's gotten into you? I don't understand?" She was blushing and hot and confused about his sudden urge to destroy her ass. He kept rocking her hips until he re-mounted her anus. Then he said: "It's not in me, baby. It's in you! Ha, ha, ha!! Just the way it has been all along!"
He worked his rod in and out of her tight hole. He never really left the anal tube, but he kept bringing his rod to the edge of the entrance and then slamming it back in. "Oooh, God, no!" screeched Stella. "Please slow down!! " She tried to make her way out of his grip. But he had her on her face and every move she made resulted in a further penetration of her ass-hole. "God, fuck!" she cried. "Please stop!"
He jerked his joint out of her hole, not because she asked him to, because he was finished fucking her there. He slapped her ass a couple of times and then used strong, angry hands to roll her onto her back. "Shut up," he said. "I see what's been going on now, and you're gonna get your fair share."
He jammed his cock into her cunt. She couldn't help but roll back and try to wiggle free. Again her efforts were useless. He had his powerhouse muscle inside her twat. She tried to roll backwards, but it only served to stimulate his cock even more. "Oh, shit, Brandon. You don't have to-" He buried her face with his tongue, ate her lips and her mouth and stuffed his meaty rod harder and longer into her body. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted, tearing her face away from his. "If you think-"
He slapped her. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me, baby. Or I'm going to ruin your body." He slammed his joint all the way up her vaginal channel. And then he began to twitch. His jism spilled out and down her tube. He flooded the chamber and pulled his long fuck-stick out of Stella's raped orifice. "Now," he said, "get down on it and start licking."
"Brandon," she protested, her face still red from the smack, "what's gotten into you? I don't understand why you're acting like this."
"Shut up and suck it," he told her.
She crawled down, fearful, and took his rod into her mouth. She licked the slimey head, the greased shaft of the pole, the thick base. She swabbed her tongue against the hairs in his groin and wet down his pubic forest. She licked the inside of his loins and then kissed his thighs. He rolled over and gave her access to his ass-hole. "There too?" she asked. "There too," he said quickly. She buried her tongue in his anus and licked out the long wet tube. She kissed his buttocks and rolled her tongue up and down the anal alley. Before long she had coated his butt with saliva. He was clean and wet all over. "There," she said, massaging his buttocks with her hands, "I think that should do it." She was still a little afraid that he might demand some other sexual act from her. Her whole game had been turned around on Stella, and she was still adjusting.
She looked up at Brandon with a hurt and frightened look on her pretty face. "Don't worry," he said. "That's all." He added on their way to the car, "That's all for a long, long time."
IV
Mrs. Sommer told Curt: "Sooner or later she's going to find out." She watched him undressing. Her daughter was out of the house, at school, and Curt's visits had become a regular thing. "She asks what I think about you," said Mrs. Sommer, "and sooner or later I'm going to have to tell her." Curt said nothing. He just kept undressing. Mrs. Sommer was laying on her bed with her long supple legs spread. Her bush leaked even though she was speaking seriously about her daughter and Curt Wilson and herself.
"I don't give a shit," said Curt, climbing up onto the king-sized bed. "Why do you care?" He rubbed his palms along the lovely woman's smooth thighs. He kneaded the flesh of her loins with his fingers. He was kneeling between her smooth legs and rubbing her down in preparation for the anal fuck. She started to tell him, about why she cared, but he interrupted and had her turn over. "You tell me like this," he said, caressing the backs of her legs. "Tell me all about it."
Mrs. Sommer blushed into the pillow. It seemed obvious to her. It was not easy for her to understand Curt's cruel attitude. After all, how often, she wondered, does a mother and her daughter fuck the same man? She tried to explain: "Don't you see that Stella will never trust me again if she finds out? Don't you understand what's gonna happen?"
"You could always stop seeing me," said Curt with a snicker. He rubbed Mrs. Sommer's delightful heavy buttocks. He spread the cheeks open and looked down the narrow groove. It was creamy white and the sphincter had been lubed. "I see you greased up a little today," observed Curt. "Just getting ready, eh?"
Mrs. Sommer rolled her butt. "I like it when you touch me there." She could feel his long bony finger sliding up and down her pre-greased ass crack. He knew just how to go. He rubbed lightly along the separation between the two halves of her ass. Then he fingered the anus itself. He pushed in slowly. One finger rubbed at the anal tube, one hand massaged her buttocks. He caressed her cunt, too, from underneath, when he wasn't working on her ass-hole or cheeks. "You got just the kind of butt," he said, "that I love to fuck. But if you'd rather I didn't come here, you just say so." He continued to rub at her ass and legs and pussy. "It's getting greasy, Mrs. Sommer. I like it like that."
He drew a finger across the lips surrounding her vagina. It was an easy reach from behind her into her bush. He brought out some of the clit juice and tasted it. "Mmmmm," he said, "just right. Hot and sweet." He wiped his finger in her ass-hole. "You like that? You like the feel of a nice long finger in your butt hole Mrs. Sommer?"
"You know I do," she cooed. "There isn't anything else that really satisfies me."
"Then in that case," said Curt, "you better make sure young Stella don't find out about you and I, eh?" He landed his prick, as he leaned down, between her buttocks. He rubbed the underside of his sprung joint along the surface between Mrs. Sommer's firm butt leaves. He enjoyed the feel of the narrow channel on his dick. It gave his hard-on fresh inspiration. He pressed down heavily and before long Mrs. Sommer was gasping and blushing severely. She rolled her hips to get a better feel of the fuck-stick in her ass crotch. "It's good," she moaned. "It's very good."
Curt went sailing up and down along the groove. He was yet to punch Mrs. Sommer with his dick. That would be soon, though, and he knew it would be a nice tight feel. He was getting used to the nature of the woman's channel. He knew where it curved, where the best location in it was for a good butt-fuck. He'd been screwing her up the ass-hole for a couple of weeks, now, her and her daughter, Stella. He could make comparisons, but they were irrelevant. The important thing was each individual anal orgasm. And there were plenty of those.
He reached his hands around her waist and located her smooth cunt lips. He pulled them open. "Just a little vaginal stimulation to make sure you're ready, Mrs. Sommer." She gasped as he located and tweaked her clitoris. Before long he had a fresh supply of ease juice flowing from her twat. It was slippery and greasy, the kind of stuff that makes any kind of fuck that much better. It was steady juicing ooze, all of it easily transported to his cock and her ass-hole for more lubrication. "You didn't have to bother with all that artificial grease," he told her. "I could have just used what you got here in your cunt." He smiled and pulled his meat from within the confines of her butt crack. "I think it's time for the real McCoy," he said.
"Maybe you would like to try something different?" she suggested with a smile over her shoulder at Curt. "I don't know though, maybe you wouldn't be able to get into it."
"like what?"
"Well, I have a dildo here, under the bed. You could loosen me up with that, first, if you wanted to." She blushed for having said it herself, but she'd waited long enough for him to get around to suggesting it himself. It was time.
"Well, sure," said Curt. "If that's what you want."
She climbed out from between his legs and reached under the bed. She pulled up an electric cock. "You like the looks of this thing?" she asked. "It's a super model. Got it from a friend for nothing. With batteries." She switched the vibrator on. A nozzle on the front end rotated. "Look at that thing go," said Mrs. Sommer. "I bet no one could ream with their tongue as well as that thing can."
"Lemme have that," he said. She passed it to him and spread herself out, belly down, on the bed. He applied it to the outer edge of her anus. "Are you ready?" She nodded and reached back with her hands to cup her buttocks out of the way. "Go to it," she said. "Shove it up my butt."
He placed the vibrator inside her ass-hole. It shook her tube and she wailed with delight, little screams and screeches about how nice it was to have something shaking her ass-hole. "That's so fucking good," she said. "I'm going to be even better for you today, Curt, better than ever!" She came up on her hands and knees and more of the artificial electric cock streamed down her butt tube. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "now you got it going just right." She looked over her shoulder and saw that her ass-hole was plugged with the egg-beater device. It was shifting back and forth, under Curt's deft manipulation, in her ass-hole. It shook her to the core, and she loved every minute of it.
Curt used one hand to hold the prick in place, and the other to fiddle with Mrs. Sommer's cunt. Her clit was erect and throbbing, and her juice was flowing steadily. "This thing is magnificent," he told her. "You're getting hotter than ever, eh?"
. She had to agree. The feel of the vibrating dildo in her ass-hole was a good, solid fuck. It was the kind of reaming that no human finger, tongue or dick could do. If course, it wasn't fleshy the way a real penis was, but it certainly did get her going. She could feel the ooze coming from her pussy, leaking into his hand, between her legs. She clamped her legs closed around the wrist between her loins and let her weight rest forward on her face and head. She was bowed down. She reached back with her hands again and opened up her ass-hole. "Now," she said, "you can get it in further. Go on and rub hard."
So Curt jammed the long plastic deep into her bowels. Mrs. Sommer screamed in ecstasy about how she loved having something stuffed up her anus, about how good it was to have a man around who appreciated her bunghole. She couldn't get over how Curt knew just everything there was to know about giving a good anal ream, from using a dildo to sucking her ass-hole. She appreciated all the time he spent with her, and she had come to look forward to his anal fuck visits. "I love you, Curt," she moaned in passion, "I love the way you treat me. It's good and solid loving you give me. Good and solid fucking up my ass-hole."
"Yeah," said Curt. "I'm glad." He yanked the machine out of her butt. The flesh was smoother than ever. It was opened wide. Her anal tube was leaking out excess grease. "Here," he said pushing the dildo down in front of her face. "Lick that for a little."
"But why?" she said, blushing again. "I don't need to-"
He shoved it into her mouth. "Lick it while I fuck your ass-hole." She took the thing in her mouth and started licking it off. There was all sorts of grease and shit juice on it. She had it in her face, and didn't really mind licking it and sucking the stuff down. After all, she'd sucked his filth-covered cock lots of times after intercourse. What difference did it make if it was a dildo or a cock. She sucked it into her face.
Meanwhile, Curt mounted her. He started in slow, but he used only one stroke to plant his meat. Before long he had his entire beef between the tight sphincter iris muscle and the insides of her rump. He was deep inside her anal factory when she began to cringe. "It hurts," said Mrs. Sommer. "It really does hurt."
"Tough shit," said Curt. "Grin and bare it." He plunged his sword down the anal tube. He filled her so full of hot beef that she didn't know which way to turn. He held her by the hips and rolled her pelvis to be sure and get the best feel. She was rolling back, not from pleasure, but from big pain. She liked an anal fuck. It was the kind of thing that really got her off, ever since she could remember. But every now and then a penis would hurt her ass-hole, as Curt's was doing now.
She remembered the first time she'd ever had an anal fuck. She was a little older than her daughter. It started out as kid's play. She was in high school and some girl friends had gathered just to shoot the shit. When most of them had left, she was alone with one of the prettier girls from class. Sue Gardner was her name. She was a long lithe woman and she'd obviously been the most experience of the girls in Mrs. Sommer's long ago high school class. She was able to talk with confidence about this or that sexual practice. She had long slender legs and she was as pretty a girl as any that Mrs. Sommer could remember. She was skinny with big tits. It was Sue who introduced Mrs. Sommer to anal sex.
They'd been sitting around in the aftermath of the girls' general discussion, and they couldn't figure out what to do. Both of them were horny, just from talking. "Why don't we undress?" is what Sue Gardner had suggested. "Undress and masturbate in front of each other?"
"Sure," said Mrs. Sommer, then known as Verna Debber. "Why not?" The frenzied discussion before, and of course Sue's familiarity with sex, had made anything seem alright. She spread herself out nude on a bed with Sue. They were both naked and jerking themselves off. After a little while, Verna Debber Sommer had a hard little clit. She gasped. Then she felt Sue's hands on her thigh. She felt the other girl feeling her up. At first she was reluctant, but Sue convinced her that it would be alright.
After a while Sue Gardner asked Verna to roll over. She did and she felt Sue's smooth hands touring her buttocks. She knew just how to make her feel good. She could ply the sphincter gently, and work her tongue up and down just the way it should be done. "I don't know," said Verna. "It's pretty hot. I don't know. It's awfully ... " She couldn't say any more. Sue Gardner had stuffed a long something or other-a pencil, a stick, a dildo-she couldn't tell or remember-up her ass-hole. She wailed at first, but then when it was over she said that it was the best fucking she'd ever had. She'd come all over the sheets. She returned the favor to Sue, whose ass was smaller than hers. But Miss Gardner loved every minute of it, wailing and moaning about how at last she'd found someone she could trust. "Oh, yes," she moaned as Verna plugged her ass-hole with the device. "Yes, and I love doing it to you, too." That had been the first time for Mrs. Sommer.
"Oh, God," she cried now, many years later, "I don't know what it is Curt, but it hurts." His ramrod powerhouse joint was screwing her to the bed. Her titties were crushed under his terrific weight. He pressed his body down tight against hers and she had little or no room to move it. She could feel his hands going for her twat. His fingers were long and deft. He located her twat-button, the clit, and rubbed it back and forth. It was slippery and wet and hot, ready for all the action that Curt Wilson wanted to give it. She rolled her hips, somewhat to avoid the pain of his huge meat in her rump, somewhat because she loved the pleasure in her twat, the rubbing on her clit. "Ooooh, God," she moaned, beginning to gush. "It's getting good again. That old familiar feel is coming back. I just love it, Curt. I love it."
"Sure you do, Mrs. Sommer. You love it because you're a fucked up broad who don't know anything about love. And that's fine with me because I'd rather fuck an ass-hole any day. I like fucking butts. They're tighter and greasier than pussies. What could be nicer?" He jammed down deep and enjoyed the woman's long tubular press around his dick. He could feel her involuntarily contracting ass-hole tube taking care to milk his joint toward ecstasy. Any minute now, he knew, she would climax around his prick and fingers. She would be blasting off, deep into ecstasy. "Get ready," he said. "Are you ready?"
"Please," she begged. "Do it to me. Fuck me hard now." She was beside herself with the full fury of anal passion. She was going to come from her twat, but it would be because there was a penis in her ass-hole. That was what turned her on, fucked up or not. It was the feel of the massive cock tearing her butt-hole that made her feel loved. It might have been hard for some women, but for her it was the kind of a thrill that she craved. If she didn't get a butt fuck once a week-no, once a day-she had to stuff something else up there, a dildo, a pencil, a carrot, it didn't matter what, just so long as it was big and fat and juicy. She loved butt-fucking, and there were no two ways about it. Some of it, of course, was the pain in her body that made her feel that much hotter.
"Oh, yeah," said Curt Wilson, feeling Mrs. Sommer's butt begin to sweat. "It's gonna be a good one." He jammed hard and let his meat twitch out sperm juice. "There you go, honey. All the hot come you can possibly use. Eh?"
She rolled up on his hog in order to get all the come in her anal cavity. It was the final thrust of his huge joint penetrating and spraying at the same time that sent her off the ladder and into ecstasy. It was a long quick climb, one worth the effort. She felt her own gush begin to flow. She could feel the ooze in her ass-hole filling her up, flooding her bowels.
A moment later Curt yanked his rod out of the woman's butt. "There you have it," he said, "just the flesh lollypop you been looking for." She rolled over, as was her habit at such times as this, and still orgasmic, pulled his filth covered rod into her face. She let him sit on her luscious pendular titties so that his rod would be available for her juicy lips. She pulled the meat into her face and licked it up and down. She scraped it clean of juice with her tongue. She swabbed the head, the base, the shaft, and before long, she had managed to rub all of the grease and fecal matter off the shaft. His fully developed erection was clean of juice, ready for whatever kind of fucking he might next have in mind.
"That's good," said Curt to Mrs. Sommer. "You do that just right." He was ready for yet another suck or fuck. He rolled her back onto her belly. "Think you can go it again, honey?"
"If that's what you want," she said coolly. "Sure. Why not?"
She slid her butt back and forth and indicated to him that he could use her ass again. He leaned down into it and rubbed the underside of his joint to and from on her butt cheeks. They were smooth, soft globes, worth of a quick rubbing. He made sure to get them coated with some of the juice that flowed from her cunt and then he went sliding up and down on her ass crack. From there he started down into her tube. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know if we can get this thing going again or not."
She looked over at the clock on the end table. "Well," she said, "you better hurry because Stella's gonna be home in twenty minutes. We don't want her to find out this way, now, do we?"
"No," said Curt. "I suppose not. Maybe what we'll do sometime is arrange a little orgy for the three of us. Just you and me and Stella. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I don't know," she said. "We can talk about that later." She reached back and took his cock in her hand. "Let me help." She held her ass-hole up to where the point of his spongy meat was. She pushed her butt up to the straight muscle and managed to get the head of it into her anus. It was the same technique she used when she was alone and horny and forced to use the dildo. She jammed it in and then rubbed backwards, into Curt's hairy crotch. The muscle went down smoothly, thanks to the grease and their will power. It was lodged, once again, deep in her bowels. "Now," she said. "Pump now."
She was still hot from the first flogging in her butt. It was no problem to get her going again. He screwed down, forced his meat and his crotch into her cheeks, into her ass-hole. The bulging tube enjoyed the feel of his long stiff fuck-stick. It was rigid and drilled deep and long. A couple of powerful strokes landed Mrs. Sommer on her belly. She didn't have any way of resisting the terrible stroking power that Curt was lending to this new anal screw. Before long her anal cavity was so filled with meat and desire that she could only pull up and rub her butt harder and faster against his cock. It gave her great thrill to feel the fat meat begin to twitch inside her body. She knew his orgasm would be quick and the load of jism comparatively small when considered against the first shot, but nonetheless, she was looking forward to it. Before she could say how much she loved it, he was shooting off. It was that quick.
The spurting come triggered her own new climax, an even larger one than the time before. The gush in her cunt filled Curt's rubbing palm. She juiced all over his hand and down between her smooth, comely legs. Her thighs shook with excess sexual energy.
"Yeah," said Curt, "I can feel you coming, too."
"It's good," she told him. "It's so damn fucking good. I love you for this."
He rubbed his spurting organ back and forth. His rear entry was the second successful one of the day. He could feel her long sexy ass muscles milking him for every last drop of come. That was the best part of this kind of fuck for Curt. He always got every drop of jism pulled out of his stem and nuts. It was like someone had put his balls and dick in a milking device, into a vacuum that cleaned him right out. "Yeah, baby," he said, "you're doing just fine."
When he was through, he pulled his meat out of her ass-hole. His joint was quickly shrinking back to normal size. "Come on," he said, "suck it off before it's too late." She lifted her face and saw what he meant. Even in her exhausted state of orgasmic fatigue, she reached around and arranged herself around his giant rod. She stuffed the head into her face and swabbed it clean. A few strokes later and she'd washed his entire prick and ass-hole with her tongue. "There you go," she said, watching his phallus droop back to normal. "You get yourself two holes in one, eh?"
Curt gave one of his rarely sincere smiles. "I sure did, Mrs. Sommer. I sure as hell did." He dressed quickly, without taking a shower, because Stella would be coming home very soon. Neither Curt nor Mrs. Sommer wanted young Stella to know-at least not yet-that Curt was fucking both mother and daughter.
V
"Come on. honey," said Curt. "Grease it up." He was watching Stella prepare herself for an anal fuck. It had been a couple of days since they'd seen each other. Curt hadn't been able to get time alone with Mrs. Sommer, but, finally, he'd landed a date with Stella. "Hurry," he said, "we haven't got all day."
"Take it easy," said Stella. She stood in front of her mother's bedroom mirror. "Mom won't be home for hours. We got all the time we need." Her long smooth titties, her trim hips, her smooth legs-it was all too much for Curt to resist. He jumped off the side of the bed and grabbed her from behind. The tube of grease that Stella was holding in her hand slid to the floor. But on her breasts she had Curt's grabbing fingers, and around her belly, his long, strong arm. He rubbed his erect dick back and forth against her fanny. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "you are hot, today, eh?"
"You know it," said Curt, "I can't wait." She rolled up and down, still standing, so as to give his long, wet phallus a good rubbing. He could feel her trim cheeks sliding along on the underside of his hot cock. "Good, baby, really good." His joint was working slowly but surely into the space between her luscious cheeks. "This is going to be a first class fuck, honey. Just the kind of love-making you go for."
She blushed and watched, both in the mirror in front of her, and down on her chest, his hand working at her pendular breast. He picked out her nipple and pinched it lightly, rubbed across it with his palm and then grabbed and bunched up the flesh of her titty in his strong hand. "Oh, God," she moaned, "that's so nice." She watched his other hand work between her legs. She spread so that her beaver would be completely available for stimulation. He spread the lips, worked up to the clit, and rubbed it with his long middle digit. His finger worked in and out of the friendly vagina. "Ooh, yeah, that's right," she told him. "That's exactly the way to get me started."
"I figured you might like that," whispered Curt. He kissed the soft nape of Stella's neck. He rubbed his tongue along the backs of her ears and then into the ear canal itself. He rubbed his face back and forth along her cheek. Finally, he turned her around in his arms and pushed his mouth against hers. He kissed her long and hard, eating everything there was to have. Her tongue rubbed up against his, deep in his mouth, and he gave her back much of his own mouth muscle.
His hands wandered down to her ass cheeks. The smooth buttocks were as soft and heated as ever. He filled her crack with a long drive of his finger. He landed, naturally, with a smooth shot to her bunghole. The tip of his finger drove the thrust home. He drilled her anus. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted, lunging forward into his crotch muscle. "That's hard."
"Which?" he asked. "My finger? My cock? Your butt? What's hard?"
"Everything," she said, reaching between their two bodies. "Everything." She grabbed his greasy cock. It had been rubbing between her vaginal lips and was coated with slippery ooze. She jammed the head into her clitoris for a quick little rubbing. "M-mm," she said, holding his tool in place against the sensitive sex knob. "That's just right."
"Yeah," he said, "just a little more of this, and you'll be already for a proper fuck in your rump."
"Yeah," she said, reaching around with one hand to his butt. "And I won't mind eating out your ass-hole, either." She rubbed two fingers up and down his crotch crack. She worked one digit to the entrance to his bunghole. "Maybe you'd like a little rubbing yourself?"
"A little, but not hard," he said. She slid her finger into the entrance to his bunghole. Before long, she was needling his anus muscle. She pulled out when he told her it was too much. She let go of his cock, up front, and reached with both hands for his ass cheeks. She spread them and told him she had to get her tongue up there. She wanted to ream him.
He turned and took her by the wrists. "Over here," he said. "One the bed." He sprawled out across the bed with his butt up. She saw now how neat and shiny his ass-hole was. She arranged herself between the backs of his legs and slid her tongue into his hole. She was sure to lick the canal between his ass cheeks first. But from there, she thought nothing of diving into his butt. It wasn't the same as with Brandon, her former high school friend. She regarded Curt to be a man, an adult, and it made the anal play that much more enjoyable. She worked her tongue up and down his ass crack and then concentrated just on the shit tube itself. She used her tongue like a snake. She wormed in and out of his gyrating pelvis from the rear. She worked her mouth muscle down deep, and before long she was giving him the first class ream that would make them both very happy. She had her tongue drilled all the way into his butt, and he began to groan: "Oh, baby, yes, that's terrific. Keep that up. I love it."
She did keep it up. She wormed around with her tongue in his ass-hole for nearly ten minutes. It was the longest ream out she could ever remember giving. It made her a heroine to Curt, too. She did an excellent job, maybe even better than Mrs. Sommer. He was pleased with the way she used her tongue. She never stopped for very long breaths. She must have been breathing through her nose because her wet tongue didn't leave the confines of his shit tube for more than a second or two, and even then it was to lap at his hairy butt cheeks, or to work around in the narrow groove between them. "Honey," he said finally, "that's the best ever."
Curt turned over and demanded that he have the opportunity to return the favor. He had Stella Sommer spread out on the bed with her titties down. The backs of her legs were smooth as ice. They were milk-white and slick as satin. He rubbed them with his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her loins and went lightly up and down her Stella's buttocks with the palms of his hands. Before long he had coated her entire backside with tender caresses. It was unlike him to be so gentle, but, on the other hand, it was a rare pleasure for them both. "O.k., " he said, "now for the wet part."
"Good," said Stella, "I can hardly wait." She looked back and watched handsome Curt spread her ass cheeks. "Can I help?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. "You can spread out your butt. That way I'll be able to work just on your ass-hole."
She reached back and used her hands to ply open her ass. The ass-hole was ready and open. Her sphincter, though somewhat tight, seemed to wink back at Curt. She was smiling with her rump. "Go on," she said, "It's ready." She smiled and waited.
Curt descended. His face filled up the space between her smooth cheeks. His tongue drew a long line in the anal crotch. He landed at the tight tap-pered entrance. There he circled for a moment, used his tongue to pick out the perfect angle for mouth-muscle entry to her ass-hole. His tongue was good and wet. He dove in.
"Mmmmm," hummed young Stella, "now that's what I call a good beginning."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," said Curt. "You just hold on and get ready." She held her ass cheeks open. He filled her butt hole with his long tongue. It took him two thrusts and he had his fat mouth muscle inside her shit tube where he washed it out. He repeated the heavy licking and made sure that he didn't miss anything that was available for licking. Simultaneously, since he didn't have to hold her butt open because she was doing that with her hands, he reached under her pelvis and landed a finger in her open wet twat. The lips spread instantly and he filled her vaginal canal in the same, energetic fashion that he worked on her ass-hole.
"Oooh, God," she cried out. "That's perfect." He worked his tongue into her butt, and with his finger he located her clitoris. He gave it a long finger swabbing and then took to jamming his digit in and out of her pussy. He finger fucked her and reamed her severely for several long strokes. Then he pulled his digit out of her twat, his tongue out of her butt, and he said, "I think you're good and ready, Stella, baby. Good and wet and ready."
"Let me suck you for a minute, first," she told him. "I want to eat your cock and make sure it's all wet."
"How can a man-say no?" He smiled and rolled over for her. She spread his legs with her tender fingers and open palms. Before long she had the head of his meat in her mouth. She worked her tongue up and down the shaft of his joint. It was thick, her tongue was, but not so thick and muscular as his prick. She had trouble getting it all wet in a couple of strokes, so she went back to coil her tongue around the base. She filled his nut nest with lots of wet saliva and went streaking, gliding her tongue up to the head. She swabbed the sensitive joint tip and then went in for swallowing the entire meat into her face. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "are you getting a little hot?"
"You bet I am, baby. You're doing a first class job. Just keep it up and you'll be getting the fuck of your life." He pushed his hips up, and of course his rod followed the motion. He landed deep in her throat. "Uuuuuuhh," she gagged slightly, but then she reached around the base of his meat, adjusted the angle, and had herself exactly the position she wanted. She could suck and lick his entire hog with no strain.
She used her tongue especially, in this position, inside her mouth to caress any of all parts of his meat. She could rub the head, the slippery shaft, the base, and she could do it well. Before long, she felt him banging his muscle in and out of her face. She opened her eyes and watched his hairy belly sway to and from while his joint rubbed between her lips. "Mmmmmm," she hummed to add spice to the sucking, "goooooood."
"You're telling me," said Curt. "O.k., it's time." He pulled his joint from between Stella's smacking lips. He rubbed the head especially against her juicy oral orifice, and then pulled away all together. "On your belly, honey. Time for the big anal bang."
She rolled onto her stomach. Her legs were spread wide. He caressed the smooth backsides. The flesh was like silk. Chills spread out everywhere. He could see the seething fever in her crotch. She leaked down on the bed and her ass was wide open. "Pull 'em apart more," he told her. She took a good grip on her buttocks and held her anus vulnerable. "There," he said. "Now."
Curt Wilson lifted his crotch muscle into the anal orifice. He aimed and thrust forward.
"Oooh, God," cried out Stella, "that's so fucking fast."
"Yeah," said Curt. "Just to get in, eh?"
"Sure," she said, turning crimson with pain and lust at the same time. "Sure, Just to get in fast." Fortunately her ass-hole was well lubricated or she would have passed out.
"Just one more push," said Curt, "and you'll have enough bone in there to last you for a good long time." He rolled his muscle down the shit corridor. The slippery tight alley was filled with erect penis. "Mmmmm," he sighed, "just right." Once he was securely in place, he began to roll his hips from side to side. He plied her sphincter open and closed with the thickest portion of his mighty jumbo sized phallus.
He was able to widen the corridor beyond either of their wildest expectations.
"Oh, God, yes," begged Mrs. Sommer's daughter. "Give it to me hard!! " She reached around and rubbed the sides of his strong thighs. Before long she was rolling in her own juice. She gushed from her cunt. Curt reached down to get a feel and a taste and she was nothing but clit saliva. He rubbed his fingers in her cunt while he pushed his cock deeper into her ass-hole. "Yeah," he said, "you are just gonna love me forever." He stabbed her harder and harder, until his own crotch was flush with her buttocks. There was no space between their two sweating, gyrating, revolving, stimulated bodies. It was one hot anal fuck.
"Keerist!" she wailed. "It's too fucking much."
"Never," said Curt.
"Go easy," she begged, suddenly regretful of the long erect penis stuffed into her butt. "Go easy! Please!! "
He pulled on her clit. "Why easy, babe? This is the way you really dig it, no?" He didn't wait for her answer. He reached one hand up to her titties and grabbed himself a quick feel of her pendular mammaries. He stroked across the erect and upright nipples. They were hard as cherry pits and twice as red. He eased his hand up around her neck, like a wrestling hold and forced her to bend forward. Her ass-hole opened up wider. "Now, that's the way." He jammed in deep, up into her bowels. The head of his cock tasted shit. "Good and soft," he sighed in her ear. "Just right." He rode her like a jockey would a horse, down low, close, ready to whip her into a quick gallop when ever he wanted. He used his other hand, around her waist, to deal with her clitoris. And he used his cock like a professional swordsman. He sliced her up, and still she wanted, though she wouldn't admit it, more.
"Oooh, God," she cried. "It's getting bigger even. Bigger than ever."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Of course, I love a good tight ass-hole. Turns me on and makes me harder and bigger. Sometimes I just keep growing, little darling. like a flower blooming in spring." He stuffed her up good, plugged her anus like it was a wine bottle and his meat was cork. He rubbed hard and long strokes up and out and up again, in her butt fucked ass twat. "Good," he said when she began to contract inside. "Really good."
"Shit," she cried.
But Curt couldn't hear her, didn't want to, wouldn't have cared if he did. He was on his way to a splendid orgasm. Stella would have to live with the pain-if pain it was-for another few minutes. He rubbed his meaty pecker back and forth and soon began to throb. "Mmmm," he said, "now you're gonna get the full treatment." He pulled her up by the chest so that she was on her knees with his cock up her butt. "Uuuuuuuuhh," she groaned, "it's too stiff." His meat was bent upwards. Her iris sphincter muscle squeezed and constricted around the shaft of his joint. He kept her up by holding onto her chest with one hand, onto her belly with the other. He had her titties available for squeezing and rubbing, her cunt free for fucking with his finger, and her ass-hole, of course, was filled with his long hot beef steak. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "now isn't that nice?"
Stella nearly passed out. She'd never had so much hot cock in her butt. It was like having a fiery branding iron shoved up her ass-hole. She like the feel of the pleasure in her twat, and she had to admit about enjoying a good butt fuck. But this was something else. It was a flesh nail fucking her up so hard that she couldn't figure out how she felt. But suddenly, she burst into ecstasy. Her cunt was gushing out juice like there was no tomorrow.
"See," said Curt, noting her climax and the consequent chills, "didn't I tell you this was gonna be good." He let her shaking orgasmic body down onto the bed. Her titties wobbled into place under her chest, and her belly rolled. Long muscles in her tube contracted around his fiery joint. His rod was being milked and they both loved every minute of this final stage of the anal fuck. Her anal cavity was being flooded with his jism.
"Shit," she moaned. "It's so good now. It hurt before, but it's great now. I mean I really do love it. You should go hard."
Curt just continued to twitch and spurt. His hot semen juice went rolling down her ass-hole and filled up her flesh cave, the flesh cave in her butt, that is. And he could feel her contracting ass-hole muscles begin to loosen. She was spending her orgasmic energy quickly on his hog and fingers and hands. "Nice," he said. "You're all juice and that's very, very nice."
This time when Stella Sommer crawled forward to get off of Curt's hog, he let her go. He watched her wobble away. Her ass-hole was dripping juice as she went. She lay back and gasped to catch her breath. Her titties drooped to one side on her smooth, blushing chest. She was covered with perspiration and her pretty face was blank except for the expression of utter amazement at the anal orgasm she'd felt. "I can't," she said taking a deep breath, "I can't fucking believe it."
"Maybe," said Curt, "you'll believe it after you clean off my cock."
She crawled reluctantly, slowly down between his legs. It wasn't that she minded licking him off, it was just that she was tired. She rolled her tongue up to his coated muscle. She scraped off the jism and juice with a couple of lazy strokes.
"No, baby," said Curt. "You really got to get into it a little more. Understand? You got to do it with a little more energy." He pulled her face open with both hands and jammed his rod down her throat. She didn't have time to gag. He closed her mouth and rubbed his phallus in and out of her face. The meaty spongy head was licked first. Then the rod portion, the stem, and finally the base were all covered be Stella's long wet talented tongue. Before long she was very much into the clean-up exercise. She had begun to feel a bit lusty again, just from the feel of the shiny organ in her wet lips and mouth. "Mmmmm," she hummed to him. "You know what?" She held his joint alongside her face.
"No what?"
"If my mother wasn't coming home soon, I'd be glad to do this again." She smiled and sucked the head of his rod down her face. She used her lips to seal the bargain. She used her hands to work on his buttocks. She scraped around between his hairy ass cheeks and then she plunged one finger into his bunghole.
"Go easy," said the man who had just filled her butt with hot cock. "Go real easy."
She had him turn around and then she filled up his anus with her tongue. She licked out the space between his hairy buttocks. She liked the feel of his cheeks pressing against her mouth muscle so she used her hands to rub his ass loaves back and forth along her tongue. Then she went down deep into his ass-hole to give him a long, healthy wet ream. Her tongue worked like some smooth, slippery snake. She routed his ass-hole with tongue and saliva. A few minutes later, Curt was working his ass back and forth in ecstasy.
"You want to come in me?" she asked him. "Just for a change of pace? In my cunt?"
She showed him her pussy and he couldn't refuse her. He spread her out on her back and used his mighty slippery sword to cut up her tube. He jammed it in and spread her out. He used his big muscle to fuck the shit out of her twat. He pounded and pumped long and hard. Before either of them knew what had happened, he was jerking off in her hot box. "My little piece of ass," he said, "just right."
She rolled her legs upwards around his face and had him nail her down on her spine. His penis penetrated deep within the walls of her cunt. Her soft, satin vagina squeezed on his flesh. "Oooh, yeah," he said, "that's perfect. Don't stop. Rub harder.
She worked her muscles up and down the length of his rod. She made sure that he didn't go away unsatisfied. Her pussy sucked the come right out from under him. She filled herself up with yet another load of his hot sperm juice, this time in her pussy instead of her ass-hole.
Afterwards, when he'd pulled his prick from her body and showed it to her, she looked closely at it, inspected the greasy hog. "Nice," she said. "Nice and wet and juicy." She went down on it, licking it with her tongue and rubbing it with her lips.
A few minutes later she'd cleaned the entire joint. "I don't know about you," Curt Wilson to Stella. "Sometimes you're as hot as a pig in heat. And then other times you wail like a baby. What is it?"
"I don't know," said Stella. "Maybe it's the way you treat me. Sometimes you get it to me just right, up my ass-hole the way I like it, and other times you just jam it in there and shoot off. I like it always, but sometimes it's just too hard or something. I don't know either, to tell you the truth."
"Uh-oh," said Curt. "I better get the fuck out of here." He raced with his clothes to the back door and outside while Stella cleaned up her mother's bedroom. It would do no good, she thought, to have her mother know about this anal fucking she was involved with. She smiled to herself, thinking about her big anal secret. She didn't know that Curt was fucking her mother up the ass as well.
VI
The following Monday afternoon the phone rang twice in a row at the Sommer household. Both times Mrs. Sommer answered. The first call was from a man that Stella knew as her Uncle Jack. Mrs. Sommer accepted Uncle Jack's invitation to dinner. The second call was from Curt Wilson to whom Mrs. Sommer casually declined an invitation to the movies. She quietly suggested, however, that Curt call back and make a similar inquiry of her daughter. Then she hung up and rushed about the house cleaning up so that Jack would be impressed with the house and how neat it was.
A short while later, Jack Stawder showed up. He was wearing a business suit and tie. He had the look of a man experienced in worldly affairs and yet he appeared younger than his age. He was a boisterous fellow, a true "uncle" type. He had keen dark eyes that seemed to catch the important events in any conversation or activity, and he looked strong and muscular even under his suit.
Stella had known him as Uncle Jack because long before, when she was pre-pubescent, Jack Stawder had paid not a few visits to the house, mostly in the interest of balling Stella's mother. Although the younger woman suspected as much, and now especially as she inspected his leer and grin and manner, she never did know for sure. But when Jack Stawder commented on "how mature" Stella had become, the younger woman's opinion was quickly confirmed. She watched her mother, dressed to the hilt in an evening gown and high heels, traipse out of the house with Jack.
The older couple went out for drinks and dinner, and fifteen minutes after dessert landed themselves an expensive hotel room in the west part of the city. They checked in under their real names-no fear of anything since they were both consenting adults and spread themselves out naked in the cozy plush room.
"It's been a longtime," said Verna Sommer, rubbing her thighs lightly as Jack approached on hands and knees. He crawled up between her smooth legs and said: "Yes, but not so long that I've forgotten how nice you are, Verna." He raised one eyebrow and reached under her neck to hold her head. He pushed his mouth into hers and French kissed his secret lover for the first time in twelve years.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, kissing him back madly. "Such a long time." She pushed her smooth titties up into his hairy chest and rolled her torso against his. "So smooth," she said. "So soft and pretty."
"Yes," he said. "I wonder if you'd remember what I'd said." He pushed his cock along her inner leg. It ,vas a long, slippery slide on soft tender flesh. His penis head arrived near her dark bush. She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him close between her legs. She reached down and fumbled with his prick. Then she located him exactly right, between the heavenly lips of her vagina. His cock head rubbed nicely against her clitoris. It was a smooth and slippery feel for them both.
"You know," he said, his dick penetrating into the remote canyon of her cunt, "I remember a lot of special sex with you, darling."
"You do?"
"How could I forget?" he said. He slipped his rod in and out of her sweltering orifice. Soon his meat was at full mast, not just a mild erection, a jumbo, greasy one, covered with clit juice, ready to fuck wood if necessary. She rolled her hips and his cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. "You know," he said, "I wouldn't mind doing it that way again sometime."
"What about now?" she asked softly. "Could you like it that way now?"
To answer her question he leaned down between her large pendular mammaries. There he spread his tongue out and swabbed the lovely smooth flesh. He rubbed his splayed mouth organ back and forth across the tips of her nipples. Soon she was blushing and aroused. "Now," she said, "you should start now." Verna Sommer worked her body out from under Jack's. She spread her legs and went up high on her hands and knees.
Jack stood up between her legs and inspected the crotch in her butt. It was as smooth as ever. He rubbed one finger up and down the crease. Before Verna could say anything, he had his tongue gouging in her ass-hole. Then he went sliding up and down the ass crack eating everything in sight. Before long he was rubbing his tongue in and out of her anal orifice and coating her buttocks with slippery saliva.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "you remembered just how I like it. It's perfect." He was rubbing his tongue into her butt hole and loving every minute of it. He could feel the desire build in her ass-hole. The more he licked, the more she rolled her hips and pelvis. The more he sucked out her anus, the hotter she became. He reached around and dug a finger into the space where his cock had been, between her vaginal lips, up against her clitoris. He rubbed the soft but erect and slippery muscle. He tweaked it with two fingers. He kept his tongue drilled and stuck in her wetted ass-hole all the time.
"Oh, shit," she moaned, "let me lick you up and get you in." She pulled her butt out of his face and climbed down to his erect cock. He lay on his back while she tongued his cock this way and that. The meat was a solid tower of flesh, reading for any bending or licking she might give it. She wrapped her tongue and lips around the side of the shaft and before he could even suggest it, she had most of his hog in her face. She rolled her head, without his hands for guidance, up and down and around on the spongy, hearth-shaped head of his meat. She squatted her mouth over the surface of the meat and gave him one of the best lickings she could ever get. "Mmmmm," she smiled, "nice. Very nice." She held the boner next to her face. "Don't you go and shoot off now, until you get that thing in my butt, that is."
He smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it," he told her. "I like getting sucked, but stuffing your bunghole was always the best. I intend to do so tonight." He smiled again and she went down whole hog on his meat.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, sending tiny vibrations into his bone. "Goooood." She used her tongue to slide up and down his joint. Her face pressed into the nuggets of flesh below while she worked on the underside of the shaft. Her spread wet tongue was just the thing he needed to be properly lubricated. Soon he was as erect and wet as could be. His meat shined with the work she'd done on it. "O.k., " she said, "it looks to me like you might be able to work that stick into me. What do you think?"
"I think you're right, lovely Verna. I think you're absolutely right." He reached down to her face and pulled her up along his body. Her long soft titties went rubbing on the slippery sides of his stem. His meat was thick enough, and her titties wide and hot enough, that it was a good tight fit for them both. He rubbed her body up and down along his joint in preparation for the anal fuck. Soon she arrived at his face and kissed him long and hard with her tongue. Her cunt, meanwhile, was rubbing up and down along the length of his middle leg. "Good," he said. "I think we better start."
She rolled off of him. "Flat or on my hands and knees."
"The old way," he said simply. "Do you remember the old way?"
"Of course, darling," she told Jack. "I'd never forget that." She dismounted the bed and spread her legs along the side. She leaned forward so that her hands held onto the edge of the mattress. He came around behind her. He straddled her butt from inside, standing, riding his cock along the smooth surface of her ass cheeks.
"It feels good already," she told him, wiggling her butt. Her ass, to Jack's way of thinking, hadn't changed much. She was a little heavier, perhaps a little spread out, but she was still shapely, comely, soft, and so easy to enter. He slid his dick to the entrance of her ass-hole. "Are you ready darling?" he asked.
"Yes, Jack," she said softly. "Oh, yes."
He pushed forward. The spongy point of his meat cleared the sphincter in one thrust. The next lunge landed his dick inside her shit tube. The thing spread to accomodate him. He could feel long tight muscles going directly to work. One squeezed at the base of his meat; another, longer, worked on the head and stem. She had excellent control. It felt like a slippery gloved hand was kneading and milking his joint from all sides. He could feel her squeeze.
"God," she told him. "I love it like this." She rocked her hips. His prick slid and bent from side to side. The head of his meat received the brunt of the stimulation, but at no cost to the great massage going on around his thick stem. "You still do it the best ever," he told her. "It's always good with you." He slammed down hard as she weaved upwards and his crotch was flush with her ass. Her cheeks opened, almost with no effort, and he slid in yet another important inch. "There," he said. "That's the old position."
"Oh! God! Yes!" she moaned. "That's it, alright. That's exactly it." She removed one hand from the edge of the bed and reached back between her legs up around the space where his dick hid out in her ass-hole. She took hold of his nut nest and rolled his balls with her fingers. The muscles in her ass-hole, and her swaying hips, took care of his cock. "Yes," he grunted, "that's perfect."
A moment later he fired semen juice up her ass-hole. His twitching muscle pulsed out come, deep into her anal cavity, more of it and further than she suspected he could. "It's as good as ever," she exclaimed. "Better even." She kept her hands on his balls and played with them as he came in her rump. "I like this more and more all the time," she told him. "Do you mind my telling you that?"
"No," he said. "I think it's rather sexy, in fact. I'm glad to meet a woman who's as open with herself as she was twelve years ago, Verna. You haven't changed a bit." He yanked his cock out of her ass pussy. "Look at that," he said. "I'm still stiff as a rock."
"Good," said Verna Sommer. "I know just what to do with that. Don't sit down." She rolled down onto her knees. She sat between his legs and took his cock in her hands. She shoved the meat between her lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed to him, "this is going to be nice." She licked the spent juice off his joint. She spread her tongue out across the head of his dick, and she licked down the sides, too. From there she went to the base. She cleaned it of all excess slime and juice and possible fecal matter. Then she swallowed hard and went to his nuts. She kissed his baggy scrotum and told him to turn around. She licked out his bunghole and spread his buttocks with her hands so that she could pay special attention to his ass groove. From there she went to his cheeks and kissed and licked them. A moment later he had turned around and told her that he still loved her. She blushed and continued licking him, on his joint, on his legs, on his thighs and around his balls.
He didn't bother having her spread out on the bed again. He pushed her down on her back and then rolled her over on her belly. He reached under her chest and cupped her titties with both hands. With kneading fingers he rubbed her titties into passionate arousal. With his dick hidden in the folds of her ass, he massaged her anal crotch. Without even thinking about it, he managed to slide back into her anal track, down the tube, and into her shit cavity. She massaged back with long muscles, but this fuck was primarily his doing, for her benefit. He jammed hard, stabbed her rump muscles with everything he had.
"Oooooh, God, yes!" she wailed, clutching the carpet. "Stick me good, honey. Stick me really hard and fast." He jammed harder and longer than he thought he would have to. He went deeper than he thought any anus could be. He rubbed his meaty muscle back for forth, being sure to massage her clenched sphincter muscle. Soon her was close to orgasm. "How are you doing darling?" he asked. "Soon?"
"Yes," she said plaintively, stretched out on the floor. Her spread eagle position gave him access to every part of her body. He used his hands to rub her titties, his fingers to rub her crotch-in particular, her clitoris-his dick to rub her ass-hole. "Good," he said. "You just let me know when, eh?"
She rolled her tight buttocks up against the sides of his shaft. She could feel how deeply he penetrated this way. She humped backwards and took in another portion of his cock. She reached down and placed his fingers more accurately around her clitoris. "Now," she told him finally. "Rub hard now!"
He jammed her clit and her butt with matching rhythms. His cock slid in, his fingers slid across her clit. He pulsed his jism, his second load, down the corridor of anal flesh, and then he pulled his dick back and thrust in again.
"Uuuuuuuhhh," she grunted, "that's so fucking good!" She humped against his crotch and rubbed the inside of her ass-hole tube against his long dick, making sure, as she did, that she got the most of his jism in her anal cavity. She could feel the stuff spill out over the edge of her body, out her rear orifice and down between her legs. She loved the feel of that slimy stuff and his rubbing meat in her butt tube. Nothing could have made her feel better.
Jack pulled his crotch muscle out of her ass-hole. "Was it as good as ever?" he asked her.
"Better," she said. "Jack, you're wonderful to me. Absolutely divine." She smiled and looked down at his big hog. "Another licking? Just to be sure?" Without waiting for his answer, which, of course, would have been in the affirmative, she dove for his greasy cock muscle and sucked it up into her face. She licked it clean with five or six accurate strokes and swabs from her tongue.
"You're as good as ever, darling," he told her as she licked his meat and nuts. "Better even."
She looked up smiling. They lay back down in the hotel bed. They shared stories about what they'd each been doing for twelve years, and how Jack had traveled considerably, about what had happened in the long separation and about some of the old times. They reminisced and carried on as lovers do until Jack had another hard-on. He stuffed her again that night, and then in the morning, too. It was quite a meeting, some sort of anal reunion.
VII
While Uncle Jack and Mrs. Sommer were busy at the hotel that night, Stella was sitting home alone. She didn't know quite what to do with herself. She'd been feeling a bit horny for a couple of days and she couldn't figure out why Curt Wilson hadn't called. It had been sometime, now, since she'd enjoyed his hot beef in her bunghole.
She tried to reach him by phone at a bar where he was known to hang out. But she had no luck. She ended up pacing the living room floor wondering how to make herself happy. She had tremendous feelings of anal desire, but she had no idea how to go best about the job of satisfying them. Finally, she went to her mother's room where, ever since she could remember, she knew there was a dildo.
She searched here and there in the hiding places she'd seen it before. And she found it stuffed under the mattress. She had a bright and cheery smile on her face as she made her way to her own room. She stripped in front of the mirror. "You know, Stella," she said to her reflection as she propped up her pendular breasts and turned sideways for a profile view, "you have a pretty nice body." She turned another quarter of a turn and bent down to get a clear view of her ass-hole. "And not a bad butt, either." The smooth rounded cheeks curved open and she could see her anus. She winked at herself and went to bed.
There she spread herself out lengthwise. She had her comely thighs open and shivering when she used her finger to start up her clit. She rubbed and pushed on the wet sex button until it stood erect. Then she stuffed her long middle digit up her cunt. She finger-fucked herself for about five or six long strokes. And finally, she put one hand under her butt and used a finger from that hand to work up and down her anus. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "Maybe I'll get off this way."
She caressed her anus and her wet twat with her fingers. When she needed more juice to lubricate her ass-hole and thereby penetrate it better, she used some of the clit material from her twat. She spread the greasy stuff around on her anus and finger. Then she probed her butt with her finger again. This time the digit went sliding easily up her butt tube. "Oh, yeah," she moaned, "that's more like it."
She rolled her hips from side to side on her own finger. Before long she could feel the desire building in her crotches, both front and rear. She was ready, she was sure, for some titty rubbing. She lifted both hands to her long nipples and tugged. She was sure to make herself hot and lusty and after a few quick pulls on her breasts, she was ready for more cunt and butt fucking.
She used her fingers again, but this time she went deeper in both orifices. She spread out her lovely legs and plied her cunt lips open quickly. They were juicy and wet and hot. She ran her finger up and down the spread flesh leaves and a moment later felt the ooze running profusely out of her cunt hole. "Nice," she said.
Next she proceeded back to her anus. To do so, she rolled over on her belly. Her titties went mashing into the covers and sheets, but that didn't bother Stella. It was just one more feel for her turned-on supple body. She rolled a hand back to her butt and backhanded a finger into her ass-hole. The digit slid neatly down the tube. She pulled the anus muscle right and left and around in circles. She probed her own butt the way she'd have imagined a man would do it. Simultaneously, of course, she was fiddling with her clitoris between her legs. "Oooh, God," she grunted, "it's time. It's time."
She reached over the side of the bed to the dildo.
She switched the thing on and greased it up in her cunt. She had to lay sideways with one leg up in order to get the electric penis into her twat. She pulled it in and out of her greasy pussy, and when there was enough juice and goo on it, she rolled onto her belly again and thrust the twirling prick end into her ass-hole. "Oooh, God, yes," she groaned aloud. "That's just fucking right." She worked the head of the long plastic cock down deep in her anus. It wasn't the same, she knew, as having a real cock ram her butt, but it was close enough. She worked the egg-beater dick in and out of her butt tube. Soon she grew bored with j ust stimulating her ass-hole, so she used the dildo alternately on her butt and her cunt. She could use her free hand, at the same time, to play with her titties.
But no matter how high she was getting, sexually speaking, she couldn't get going enough to be able to come. She was getting awfully excited, but she couldn't come. She tried all sorts of ways to get herself an anal climax. She tried running the butt fuck device up her ass-hole while she stood in front of the mirror, but that made her feel self-conscious. She tried fingering her butt and fucking her wet twat with the dildo, and that didn't work. She tried other combinations, too, but somehow, no matter what she did, she just couldn't get off with the machine and her fingers. In desperate frustration, she tossed the mechanical penis onto the floor and rolled over on her belly. She tossed and turned and finally dozed to sleep.
She slept fitfully for about a half-hour. She dreamt about long cocks being shoved up her smooth anal slot. She imagined that a beautiful man was stroking her butt with a long, slippery glass rod. He had the rod stuffed up her ass-hole and was twirling it. There was some sort of feather on the end of the rod and it tickled her. She liked the feel of the rod, but she didn't know what to make of the feather. She felt a buzzing, she heard it, she woke up.
It was the front door. Sleepily, she called out, "Just a minute," and put on a loose robe. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, would have to come back tomorrow. She was in a no-nonsense mood.
But when Stella opened the door and discovered Curt Wilson standing there in a muscle t-shirt and shorts, she could hardly believe her eyes. He winked and smiled and said: "Hi ya, baby, how ya doing?"
She opened her arms and leaped into his ready embrace. She kissed him heavily on the mouth and tongued him several times in a row. "Mm," she said softly, "that's nice." She pulled him into the house, out of the doorway. "Come on," she said, "you got here just in time."
"I know," said Curt. "There's a great game on the tube. Where's your tv" Fortunately for Stella, he was only kidding. A moment later he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. "You're a little more interesting than a football game," he told her on the way to the bed. "Hey, what's this?" he said, looking down on the floor. He lay her across the bed and picked up the familiar dildo. He nearly gave himself away by starting to say "Isn't this your mother's?" but he corrected himself and finished off with "Isn't this a dildo?"
"Well, yes," blushed Stella. "It's my mother's thing, and I was just looking at it."
Curt stroked the juice off the rubber blade. "Licking it?" he asked. "Or what?"
She smiled. "With my twat tongue," she said. "Want to see how?" He handed her the machine. She switched it on. She spread her legs and inserted the thing into her twat without looking. She stared at his cool eyes while she injected herself with the twirling artificial pecker. "Just like that," she said. "Easy as pie."
"Hair pie, eh?" He laughed and started undressing while she plied herself with the machine. "Save some for the real McCoy," he warned her. "You got to be ready and juicy for my dick, you know." He continued to undress as she pulled and pushed the thing in and out of her spread vaginal lips. She had it up against her clit again, and she was blushing and getting hot fast. "Yeah," he said, nude now, "look at that baby go." He took the machine in his hand as he sat down on the bed and said: "Here, let me do that." He rubbed the pecker deep in her vagina. She squirmed and spread her legs wide. He massaged one thigh while he pushed the machine in and out of her crotch slot. Before long she was wiggling and begging him to rub her clit with his other hand. He did so, and she started gushing.
"Yeah, honey. Yeah!" He pulled the twat stimulating pecker out of her vagina. "Smile," he said simply.
She rolled over and reached back. She pulled her cheeks open. "Do it, Curt," she said. "Do me up right." He knelt between the backs of her legs and used his one hand to aid in keeping her ass cheeks spread and his other held the powerful imitation penis. He rubbed the device down between her butt folds. The flesh juggled and bounced as the tube of motion slid into Stella's body. "Hot fucking shit," said Curt. "Now that's what I call a very pretty ass-hole."
"You like it," said Stella, "because you know you can get that fat hog in there. That's my bet."
"Good wager," he said. "You'd have won that one." He took the machine out of her ass-hole. "Get ready, honey," he said, reaching one hand down between her comely loins. "I'm gonna lube up and then stick your butt." She waved her ass to let him know that that was exactly what she wanted. "I been horny forever," she said. "Least it seems that way." When he'd spread the grease all over his cock he prepared to enter Stella's lovely rear chamber. "Here you go," he said. "All set?"
"All set," she said. She reached around and opened her butt tube up for him. He aimed high the first time, and his incomplete pass resulted in a smooth slosh along her anal groove. But the second shot was a direct hit, a perfect thrust, and it secured his hold in her ass-hole. He had all the territory he needed. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "I can feel that thing in me."
"I should hope so," said Curt. "It is the biggest meat you ever set eyes on." She came up on her hands and knees and his dick went in another yard or two. Or so it seemed to them both. He rubbed around and tore up her sphincter for a while. He bent his joint back and forth so that he would be sure to be giving her the proper screwing in her ass-hole, the kind of action that she suspected he could give her if he tried. "Go on," she said, "I'm not afraid for you to go hard, anymore. You can do it as hard as you want."
"What's got you going so hot today?" he asked. "You're better than ever!"
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe just that it's been so long." He reached around and grabbed her cunt. He rubbed the bristly wet hair. It was actually soft and fury, like wet mink. He rubbed a finger up into her wet flesh. There was lots of juice and it made his finger slide in and out even if he wasn't intending it. He rubbed at the soft, slippery lips around her cave, and then he went in for a feel at the source of the fresh ooze. He found her channel narrow and wet and damp and willing. She contracted even around his bony finger. She worked her muscles from her cunt as though it were an effortless child's piano exercise. Up and down his hand rolled her twat muscles. He used his digit to feel around in the nooks and cranies of her tube. Before long he had found her erect clitoris on the ceiling of her wet fleshy twat. He rubbed it and stroked several times in a row. Soon she was juicing even faster, and rubbing her hips back and forth along his butt planted cock in a quick paced jerk motion. "Mmmmmm," she said, "don't stop." He had no intentions of stopping. He wanted to be sure to go all the way with her, in one long, stiff stroke action. He kept rubbing her clit all the time that he had his wet rigid joint buried in her rump, between her ass cheeks, deep in her anal cavity.
"Uuuuuuhh," she sounded out grinding around in circles on his ass fucking cock, "that's so fucking nice." He reached up with his free hand and grabbed at her pendular nipples and titties. Before he'd finished stroking her nipples and titties, she was blushing all over her body. She was rolling right and left and jerking up and down. His cock was going for a long squeeze, too, with the muscles of her butt working over time to give him a good tight feel and roll. "Wow," he creamed to himself, "she's hot tonight."
She jerked backwards and scooped for her anus another precious inch of hot cock meat. She pulled his long flesh nail down deep in her anal crotch. An objective observer would be hard put to say who was fucking who. She was doing most of the work on his dick with her ass-hole, and he was doing most of the work on the front of her body with his hands. They were both breathless, sweaty and excited as the fucking proceeded.
Soon Stella began to stammer and gasp. "It's growing," she said. "I can feel it growing."
"Yeah, baby," he said. "Sure." He knew for a fact that his cock was the same size as usual. Her anal interior, however, was swelling with desire, and thus she thought that his penis was getting larger. He worked with the bulging head of his meat, drilled deeper, and gave her anal cavity something fresh to feel. "Oooooh, God," she grunted with this new maneuver, "how do you do it."
"Yeah," he said, "we're both pretty God damn fucking hot is all. God damn fucking hot," He slammed his crotch against her ass cheeks and she went flying down flat on the bed. He rubbed harder and longer than he thought he would last. Then she felt his come spurt into her shit tube. "Oh, God," she cried out, "you're blasting me."
"Mmmmm," was all that Curt Wilson felt like saying. He was orgasmic in her butt tube. Her long shit muscles squeezed on his cock like it was a constipated turd. She tried to get the flesh turd out of her butt and she squeezed and bore down hard. But all she could do was milk him through ecstasy. "Uuuuuuhhh," she finally grunted. "It's so fucking big and wet. I can't fucking believe it." She tried to get away, it was hurting her. But Curt reached out, even though he was finished pumping her with come and landed his hand around her nape. He squeezed and forced her down on her belly again. He slapped her ass crotch with his groin. His muscle went far down into her colon. "Uuuuuhh," she grunted again, "please, Curt. Please stop."
"Come on," he said. "Tell the truth now. You want more of it. Isn't that right? You want more of my cock deep in your ass-hole. Isn't that the truth, Stella? Tell the truth."
She didn't know what to say. She loved his penis in her butt. She loved it when she could feel his load go streaming down her canal. But now that was over. He was just big and rubbing. It hurt her. She hadn't come yet, but she wanted his dick out of her butt. "Get that mother fucking thing out of there," she bleated, "or I'm going to fuckin' scream my head off." She started yelling but still he kept his meat buried deep in her anus. It began to do more than hurt. She felt like her ass-hole was being torn apart. "Please," she begged one more time, "please get it the fuck out."
"No way." said Curt, "not until you have yourself a first class orgasm like I did. We aim to please, baby. That's all. We aim to please." He laughed and returned to his old sadistic self. He reached under her body once more and grabbed her clit. He worked the thing up and down and used his finger to penetrate her pussy. Soon afterwards she began to gush, despite the pain she felt in her ass-hole. He reached up-encouraged as he was by her pumping and gushing-and grabbed her titties. He pulled them from side to side and worked the nipples with her fingers. The little cherry buds were hot and ready. He pulled on them and kneaded the flesh of her long round pendular shaped tits. Soon he had her whole body blushing and oozing. She pumped in soft circles and his joint sprung up with a new erection. "Yeah," he said, "now isn't that a lot more like it? eh?"
"Oh, Curt," she moaned, half-ecstatic, half-blinded with pain, "I don't know. I just don't-" She felt his new boner taking shape in her rump. She could feel the head fill like a balloon. She pulled her butt this way and that and rubbed across the head of his meat. She rubbed with long tubular anal muscles that exist in no other part of the body. Her sphincter's circle of flesh bore down hard. She figured to herself that if she couldn't beat him, she might as well join him, by beating him with her ass-hole. She rubbed long and hard across his inserted phallus. He'd injected her severely and it didn't look to Stella like she had much of a way out of the anal punishment except to try and enjoy what was left of it.
"Ooooh, God, Curt," she moaned finally, "yes, do it hard now. Do it really hard." She rolled her butt tube and his phallus came pounding down into her bowels. She felt his huge organ expand with the new contractions of a second pulsing orgasm. She realized that in another minute she would have two loads of his come in her anal cavity, not just one. That had to, she felt, relieve the pressure. Sure enough the pulsing prick fired off and sent new hot jism into her shit tube. She did her best to get it all into her body, and then some. She reached back and grabbed at the sides of his legs in a display of passion. She rubbed her butt up and down in the hopes of satisfying his tremendous urge to ruin her butt. Soon he was spent. He pulled out.
"Yeah, honey," he said, "that's what I call a nice little fuck for my dick, and a perfect one for your anus." His cock dripped slime and juice and was softening. She lay on her side trying to recover her breath. He had rubbed her nearly into a coma. She was breathing hard, gasping for air. She moaned lightly. It had been a good fuck for her, but one that took a great deal of strength away. She wasn't in the mood to be talking about it. She just wanted to lay there. "I know you're tired," said Curt Wilson, "but you know you got one more chore to take care of, eh?" He smiled and brought his joint, dripping organ that it was, up alongside her face. "Go to it baby doll. Knock yourself out."
She looked up at the long sticky joint. "What if I don't want to?" she said in a fatigued voice.
"Don't be silly," said Curt. "It only takes a minute. You just lick it for a little while."
"I don't want to."
He grabbed her by the back of the head. "Look, bitch, I did you up right, now you do me. This ain't no fucking woman's lib meeting, you know. This is you, me, and the doorpost. And my wet hog. Now get to it." He shoved her face up against the underside of his rod. "Lick it."
She went reluctantly to work on his shit covered, juice covered, grease coated phallus. She scraped with her swabbing tongue. She licked the head and the long shaft and the thick base. Later she coated his pubic section with warm wet saliva. She kissed his loins and his muscular thighs and she worked her way around to his ass-hole. She knew what would please him and she really didn't mind doing it for him. She just didn't like being told that she had to do it for him. But she went ahead, around his body, to his butt, and she spread her tongue into his anal groove and shit tube. She filled the hot rear orifice with tongue meat. Before long he was shiny and clean with hot wet saliva, all of it supplied by Stella's hot, tired tongue.
"There," she said when she was finished. "You're as good as new."
"Yup," said Curt. "You're right, baby doll. Absolutely right." He leaned down and rolled his tongue across her sweet boobs. They were big and blushing. The tender tips-big brown caps and red nipples-were bright and ready for a little licking. He used his lips to rub them a bit. "You know," he told her, "sometimes it's hard to tell if your titties are better than your ass or what." He smiled and nestled his head between her lovely large mammaries.
She combed his hair with her fingers and thought to herself that his arrival had been well-timed. She'd been frustrated with masturbating her anus and her cunt, and Curt had shown up as though it were all planned by some other mind or hand than theirs. She needed him, though not quite so severely as he'd done it up her butt, but she needed him nonetheless. She wondered if there were any future for her and Curt. After all, marriage wasn't out of the question. But she didn't love him all that much. What she did like about him was his hot anal fucking, the way he shot his dick up her butt. Sometimes it hurt, but for the most part, his hot beef gave her ass-hole a nice satisfying feel. She wondered if they would be seeing a lot of each other and having a lot of anal intercourse.
VIII
The next morning, alone in the house, Stella decided not to go to school. She was worried about where her mother was. She'd been out all night, apparently, and she'd not called to let Stella know where. The teenager sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and trying to figure out whether or not she should be worried about her mother's whereabouts. She was just about to call the police when her Uncle Jack's car pulled up in front of the house.
She rushed to the door and happily greeted her mother and Jack Stawder. "Where have you two been?" she asked. "I was a little concerned, you know!"
"Now, now," said Mrs. Sommer, giving her daughter a warm embrace. "Jack and I were just out having a good time. No need to panic." She smiled and led Jack and her daughter into the living room. "We went out for dinner and drinks and completely lost track of the time." She buttoned one loose snap on her dress. "Just a little fun we were having, that's all." She smiled lovingly at Jack who was wearing different clothes than what he left with.
"I see," said Stella, strutting back to the kitchen. "There's coffee here if anyone wants some."
The couple followed the young girl to the kitchen. "And what, may I ask, are you doing home, young lady?" said Mrs. Sommer, realizing suddenly that it was a school day and by all rights Stella should not have been home. "Eh?"
"I've been just wondering about you, that's all."
"Alright," said Mrs. Sommer. "But next time you go to school and worry. By the way: Jack's going to be staying with us for a while. Isn't that right, darling?"
"Ah, yes," said Jack, pulling his collar away from his neck. "Just for a little while."
"Good," said Stella. "I think we can both use the male influence on our lives." She smiled at her mother and on her way to her room Stella shook her smooth, round butt in Jack's direction. "Yes, indeed," she added, "a little more male influence never hurt anyone." She shut the door to her room.
A couple of hours later Mrs. Sommer told the household that she was going to the market, would be back shortly, and that if anyone wanted something special they should say so right then. Neither Jack nor Stella had any ideas so Mrs. Sommer went on her way. She promised to be back in a couple of hours.
Jack quickly made his first and successful approach at the young morsel he'd been eyeballing ever since he arrived back in town. "Well," he said to Stella who sat in the living room, "you certainly have grown up a bit since I knew you. Why I remember when you were only this high-" He indicated some place about three or four feet off the floor, "-and you didn't even have breasts."
"That's an odd way of putting it," said Stella. "But I remember you when you had just a prick and nothing to say to me. Only to Mom."
Mr. Stawder blushed. "Well, well, well," he said, "you certainly have grown up." He seated himself next to Stella on the living room sofa. He put his hand directly on her thigh and let his fingers crawl down toward the inside of her loins, toward her mound. "Isn't that interesting."
"Yes it is," she said, taking his hand in her own. "Let me count your fingers, Mr. Jack. Do you have the same number as anyone else?" It wasn't necessarily a rejection of his forward pass, but it wasn't necessarily encouraging, either. She counted the fingers. "This one's for picking your nose," she said holding the index finger, "and this one's for rubbing my mother's pussy." She picked out the little finger.
Then she held the one next to it. "This one's for Mommy's ass-hole, eh?" She smiled, enjoying her sexual game with her "Uncle" Jack.
"That leaves this one," said Jack, holding out his bony middle finger. "What's that for?"
"That's for me," said Stella in a quiet, sexy voice. She pulled the middle digit to her mouth and sucked on it. "If you'll have me, that is." She put his entire hand around her large left boob. She was wearing a sweater but it was still an exciting feel. ""Yes," she said, "if you'll have yourself a fuck or two with me, that finger is the one you can use." She took his hand and led him down between her legs. "You can have all of me if you're nice." Even through her levies her mound was soft and damp. "Well?" she pressed him, and his hand, "what do you think?"
"Do you have a hand for me? or a finger?" he asked with a lecherous smile.
She gave him her hand. He took it and applied the young teenage fingers and palm to his crotch. His muscle was firming. Stella could feel the tough bone growing beneath her fingers. She squeezed on it. "It's such a nice joint," she said. "At least I think it is. I'd really have to see it to be sure."
He smiled and watched her reach over her other hand. "I have at least two hands for you, Uncle Jack." She undid his belt. To do so, however, she slid off her portion of the couch and fell down on her knees between his trousered legs. She reached up to his buckle and undid the piece of metal and leather. From there it was all easy. Jack lifted his butt and his trousers came right down and below his knees. "Now," she said, lightly stroking the obvious bulge in his cotton underwear, "if that lump is everything it's pretending to be, we'll be in business." She tugged on the cotton bump. "It's soft," she said. "And it's sweating a little, too, I think."
He reached out and rubbed her silky dark hair. "You're every bit as sexy as your mother, Miss Stella Sommer. Do you know that?" She didn't answer. She was busy stroking his long muscular and hairy thighs. She rubbed her palms along the inside of his legs. When she arrived for the second time at his crotch, she pulled the underwear away and peeked over the elastic edge. "Mmmmm," she said, inspecting the muscle below, "that looks very large, Uncle Jack. Is it going to get any bigger?" She smiled and reached into his pants. "Oh, yes," she cooed, "it's warm, too." She tweaked the head and pulled on the entire rod, but lightly. "Nice," she said. In a sweet voice she asked: "Would you mind sitting up just a little so I can get your underwear off now too?"
He nodded with a crimson blush. The young woman was super aggressive, just as Verna Sommer had always been. He lifted up his butt and she slipped his underwear down around his knees. His hairy legs and pubic area were left exposed to the cool breeze. Only his shirt tails were in the way now. "You have to take off your shirt, too," said Stella. "Otherwise it'll just be in the way." She reached up and undid a few of the buttons on his shirt. Then Jack sat forward and took the thing off all together. "There," said Stella, rubbing his belly and chest, "that's much better."
She leaned her face into his crotch and stretched the muscle out with one hand by holding onto the mushroom head. He was far from erect. Similarly he was not soft, either. She pulled the muscle out, the way she would have stretched taffy, and spit out her tongue. She ran the tip of her mouth muscle along the firming rod. "Mmmmmm," she said, "it tastes very nice, Jack."
He looked down at her and enjoyed her little game. He was getting stiff as a board and loving every minute of it. Soon he had a full erection, and young teenage Stella had a full mouthful of the rod. She had the head in her face. She was licking and sucking it, smacking her lips around the thick stem. "I just love a good joint," she would say. "Did you know that Jack? About how I love to suck on a big fat hog?" She smiled and without waiting for his answer, ran her tongue along the length of the meat. When she arrived at base she went down to his nut nest. There she kissed his balls. She filled the space with her long wet mouth organ and saliva. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "your dick is getting bigger, honey. Will you be able to hold off for a while."
He reached around her head and said: "I'll be able to wait as long as you can, young Stella. Longer, if I have to. But I doubt that." She blushed and bowed her head back to his red bone. "Mmmmm," she smiled, "I think you need just a little more sucking." She picked it up like a corn cob and nibbled on the sides. She wrapped her lips around the sides and sucked with her tongue and mouth. She made sure that she developed enough suction that he would feel it. She wanted, even, to leave a little hicky, something for Jack to have to explain to his mother. But she didn't have time. He caught her at it and pulled her up along his belly. "Try up here," he said. "Suck around here." His chest was covered with hair, except for his manly nipples. She probed them with her tongue. Spreading her mouth muscle around his titty, she sucked and licked. "Mmmmmm," she said, "is that nice?"
"You know that it's nice," he said. He reached up against her chest and kneaded the flesh of her bosoms. Her titties were just like her mother's, only softer and firmer, younger. He rubbed them until the nipples poked up through the sweater. Then he spread his palms so that he could rub just the tips of her titties. "How do you like that?" he asked. "Nice? You want more?"
"Yes," she said, her little game having been reversed on her. "Yes, I like that."
"Take off your sweater," he told her sharply. "Go on and take that off." She pulled the sweater up over her head. She wore no bra. Her lovely smooth mammaries hung down like fruit. He reached to her chest and pulled them. He kneaded the bare flesh. It was like playing with perfectly shaped sand bags. He rubbed them right and left and teased the nipples by pinching them. Stella's chest started a blush that didn't end until it arrived in her face. She began to sweat. She was hot and lusty. Her nipples went upright and ready for all the action Uncle Jack was willing to give them. He smiled and had her come up close, on the couch, so that he could get his tongue to one of the tits, if not both.
She climbed up next to him and he planted one of the hefty boobs in his face. He licked the brown cap and the cherry red nipple. He sucked the titty between his lips and waved it right and left in his mouth. "Mmmmm," he hummed and sucked, if only to express his cherished feel of the lively boobies. "I like that," he said. "It's nice to get a feel of a young girl's chest, especially one your age. Just out of puberty and all." He rubbed his tongue across the other nipple, too. He licked the base of the pendular mammary and he didn't stop kissing and licking until Stella took his free hand and placed it between her legs. "Forget something?" she asked.
"Mmmmm," he said. Rolling his fingers across the outside of her mound. "Just waiting for the right moment."
"I guess you found the right moment now, eh?" She unsnapped her levies and pulled her pants down around her knees. She was naked under her levies, without panties. He reached in without looking while he continued to eat her chest. "Mmmmmm," he sighed again, "very nice." His finger roved the inside of her tubular pussy. It was all soft wet flesh. He drove his digit back into the rear wall.
"Oooh," she squeaked, "that's an awfully big finger."
"Is it the right one?" he asked. "The one you wonted?"
She looked down and saw that he used his middle finger. "It sure is," she said. "It's the exactly right one." He flicked her cunt penis with the exactly right finger and she blushed again. The juice began to pour, and Stella began to purr. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "that's the right finger all right. I love that." She watched him work his finger in and about her cunt. He folded back the labial lips and they seemed to stay in place and then he went to work on the insides of her body, feeling up the clit time and again. All the time he worked on her twat he also worked on her titties. They were so creamy and smooth that he hardly wanted to let go of them. He roved them with his tongue, licking here and there, always sure to come back to his basic suck angle on the sweet cherry buds, on her nipples. "Yeah!" he said during a breather. "This is just about perfect."
Stella was getting hot and bothered. It occurred to her that if they didn't hurry her mother would be home and they'd both be left terribly frustrated. She knew that Jack was probably a butt fucker, and she wanted to try him out before too much more time went by. So she worked her hands down around his cock and rubbed lightly but vigorously. "I want you good and hard," she told him. "You know what I mean?"
"Why no darling," he said sarcastically. "Whatever could you have in mind?" He smiled and went back to wetting down her pussy, she realized that he wasn't using just his finger. He was, in fact, using his thumb. And as she sat next to him with his mouth around her tit, he was jamming his long middle finger, the exactly right one, down between the folds of her ass and into her anus. It was a well greased bony feel. He had that bulging thumb in her cunt, the knuckle rubbing her extended clit, and his long middle digit poking her in the ass-hole. "Oooh, God," she moaned as his slippery finger went sliding up her shit-tube. "I had no idea, Oh, God, yes!! " She rolled in his hand. He had her pelvis with a good tight grip, and he had both of her orifices in her lower body filled. "Uuuuuuhhh," she groaned as Uncle Jack continued to swab her titties and rub her two holes. "Oooooh, God! Fuck! Shit piss cunt! That's awfully fucking good!! "
He rolled his palm and squeezed his fingers. His thumb rode up high inside her wet pussy, and his finger took care of her long tubular ass-hole muscles. "Mmmmm," he hummed to her as he licked her titties. "You like it like this, eh?"
"like it!" she exclaimed showering his face with kisses. "I fucking love it." She kissed his ear and rubbed her tongue down the ear canal. She lapped at his neck and went roving with her mouth around his face and neck. She kissed his chest while he rubbed her titties with his free hand. She rubbed her face along side his face. It was a long steady feel for them both.
"Alright," said Jack, "hold on." He reached under her arms and removed his hand from her cunt and butt. He lifted her up off the couch and set her down on the living room carpet. She spread her legs, as expected, and stood on her hands and knees. He lifted his rod up to the backs of her buns. He took a long steady feel of her smooth ass cheeks, and a moment later she was nearly begging him to inject her with beef. "Yeah, honey," he told Stella, "but you just give me a minute to get right." His cock was juicy wet with saliva, as was her ass-hole wet with dripped clit-juice. But he wanted one long smooth rub on her butt cheeks to insure that she was as hot as necessary. He then aimed his rod.
"Oh, yeah," she said, "you're gonna do it. After all these years, Uncle Jack, you're finally gonna do it."
He smiled and thrust his hips forward. His dart led the way. He poked through with his heart-shaped mushroom head. His long phallus buried itself in the interior of her rear body. He pumped her rump full of hot beef. "Ooooh, God, yes," she cried out. "That's it. You're in. It's good."
"Only half-way," he told her. "The rest, and the best, is yet to come." He thrust his hips again. His meaty dick went flying forward. She fell flat on her belly, pressing her titties against the rug on the floor. He reached around between her body and the carpet. He pulled on one of her hot mammaries. He tweaked the nipple while his rod penetrated to the back canyon of her anal crotch. He filled the narrow groove with ass-fucking beef stick. She didn't have much of a chance to think about how good it was. He was stimulating her everywhere at once.
He had a finger in her cunt, his hand on her titties, his face rubbing and kissing her neck. And most importantly, Uncle Jack had darling Stella's soft anus so wide open that she didn't know what hit her. "Oh, fucking God," she cried. "God damn fuck! Jack, go slow."
He didn't bother listening to her. He slammed his meaty rod as deep and as powerfully as he could. He rubbed his groin into her butt crotch. A few minutes later she was jerking in every direction at once. She was spread eagle, her smooth long arms out in front of her grabbing for a hold on the rug, her long smooth legs held wide apart by the hips of his body and by his legs, her ass-hole split apart with his meaty rod. He was rubbing her titties back and forth with one hand, and her was giving deft stimulating thrusts to her clit with his long middle finger. They both sweated a great deal, and that made the rubbing even more sensuous.
"Oh, Jack," she moaned to him, "I don't know what to do." She began to gush around his finger. Her anus was so stimulated that she was going right to orgasm. "You should just enjoy yourself," he told her. The gush on his fingers, her climax, stimulated him, triggered his muscle. He felt his twitching begin to ejaculate come. He knew her long ass-hole muscle and the tight sphincter would take care of everything else. He let Stella's smooth butt and her swaying hips suck the jism out of his body. A few moments later he had flooded her bowels with hot semen juice.
"Oh, shit," she moaned, "that was the best ever. No one ever gave me such a good butt fuck, Uncle Jack. Now I know why mother always talked about you the way she did." She pulled forward and he yanked his penis out of her anus. "Mmmmm," he sighed, "look at that."
She turned around and couldn't resist what she saw. She leaped down on his hefty greasy meat. She covered the head with her open mouth. Her tongue spread across the head of the pecker, and he jabbed forward, banging her mouth with his juice covered phallus. "Mmmmmm," she sighed and cooed, "that's nice." She rubbed her lips from side to side along the stem of the giant phallus. She rubbed her tongue along the base. She slid down and licked his pubic bush. She made sure not to miss his balls either, kissing them, licking them, rubbing them against her soft cheek. She used her tongue to coat the underside of his rod and came back up the stem to his head. The meaty prong slipped easily down her throat, into her face. "Ahhhh," she grunted, "I ahhhhhh ... " She couldn't speak with the huge meat in her mouth. Nor did she want to, really. She played with his butt while she sucked him clean.
When it was done, Jack leaned down behind the young girl's butt. He pressed his mouth muscle into her ass-hole. "No," she complained. "We haven't got time. I'll get all hot and bothered and we'll have to stop."
"It'll make the next time more fun," he said. Then he plowed his meaty mouth muscle down her anus again. He rubbed her dick-loving ass crotch with his long mouth organ. He stuffed her full of wet tongue meat and saliva. She rolled her hips from side to side and said: "Jesus, fuck, that's so fucking damn good."
He pulled out because he wanted to be sure not to eat his own sperm. He rubbed her buttocks with his tongue, and then he licked the backs of her long smooth legs. He coated her with his oral muscle. He was getting ready to fuck her up the ass-hole again when they heard her mother's car pulling up. "There she is," said Stella with a crimson blush.
"Now we have to be fast."
They both dressed quickly. In seconds they were sitting on the couch and trying to catch their breath. But they both looked decent. "Maybe," suggested Stella, "we should help with the groceries. I mean maybe that would be an even better show of our innocence, eh?"
"Good thinking," said Jack. And he followed the young brunette teenager's swinging ass out to the car where they helped Mrs. Sommer unload the trunk of groceries.
IX
Two days later Curt Wilson had the unusual experience of being turned down by both Mrs. Sommer and her daughter. He spoke first to Verna and received somewhat of a cold shoulder. She said she didn't know when exactly she'd be able to see him again, that she would call him at the bar where he hung out if and when she wanted to.
A few minutes later he called back and asked to speak with young Stella. She, too, gave him a brisk reaction. "I just don't know, Curt," she said softly, "About our getting together again. Maybe next week would be a better time to call."
Curt didn't quite know what to do. He couldn't calculate the variables because he didn't know about Uncle Jack. But he did know that he had better get his ass in gear or lose both of his steady punches. So he decided later in the week to drop by the Sommer house on a casual, unannounced visit. He knocked and there was a long delay before anyone answered. It was late afternoon and there was every reason in the world to believe that lovely Stella would be home alone.
Finally, on the third ring of the door bell, Stella shouted, "Alright, already, I'll be right there." Curt waited patiently. Stella showed her face in the cracked door. She left the chain so that the door wouldn't open all the way. "Curt," she said, surprised, "I can't, ah, talk to you right now. I'm with company."
"Hey, bitch," he said. "You fucking some douche bag or something? What goes?"
"Can you call me later, honey?" she said. "Tomorrow morning? I'll explain everything." She shut the door without waiting for his answer. She made her way quickly back to the bedroom and took off her house coat on the way. Her lovely mammaries shook and bounced, and her ass wiggled as she made her way back to bed. With Uncle Jack. "Just a nobody," she told Jack. "An old friend."
Jack eyed his hard-on. "It's gone down somewhat, darling," he said sadly. "Would you mind terribly?" She shook her head, she would not mind. She bent down over his meat. She cupped it with her lips. She used her tongue on the spongy surface of the head. She licked it. Then she slid her wet mouth organ down along the man's hog, down the stem. She coiled her root-like muscle around the base of his beef. She jerked upwards and brought her slippery circle of tongue flesh up along his meat. It was one long circular slide to the head of his joint. She popped the head of his prick into her mouth.
"Nice smooth move," said Jack. He watched the daughter of his lover working on his beef. "You have all the moves down just right." She paid no attention to his flattery. She continued to enjoy herself while sucking his rod. She stuffed her face with the big meaty prick head. Before long she had half of the wedge in her face. She held the other half fast between her curled fists. She jerked him from the base of his meat into her face. If she continued in this manner he would fly off in her mouth, all over her face. "You better slow down a little," he told her reaching down and loosening her milking grip on his penis base. "I just want to save the goodies for later."
"Of course, Uncle Jack," said young Stella. "You know best." She rolled her tongue down the stem of his beef and arrived at the base. She licked his public bush and traveled up the side of his belly to his left manly nipple. She sucked the nub of flesh into her lips. Then she rolled her tongue across it, and sucked with her lips. She moved from side to side until Jack's titty tingled. She went from there to the other side. With one hand pinching the old titty, she worked on the new one with her tongue. Then she kissed her neck and his shoulders. She went from there to his mouth. She stuffed her tongue deep in his face. She French kissed him and he was happy to have the opportunity to supply her, too, with some of his long wet mouth muscle.
She moved forward so that her large, creamy pendular mammaries hung within range of his mouth and tongue. He reached up with his long mouth muscle and licked whatever was there for tonguing. He came up on her nipple and a portion of one titty. She swung left and the other breast came within range. He sucked that one into his lips. He used his tongue to caress her nipple.
With his hands Jack attacked her backside. He used his palms to rub her cheeks. His fingers went pulling at her buttock crack. He found his way smoothly into her ass-hole. Once he'd located the proper angle, he dipped down lower and plunged, from the rear between her cheeks and legs, into her pussy. He was interested in coating his finger with ooze. Once he had plenty of clear ink for his anxious quill, benevolently supplied by Stella's sweet well, he returned to writing in her anus. He stuffed the tube with his long pointed finger. She rode up closer to his face because of the pressure in her anus. "Getting me ready?" she asked.
He merely continued to lick her titties and play inside her tight little anus hole. Her sphincter was tucked away down and well out of sight. But his finger could locate it in a jiffy. Once he had it, he tugged and rubbed on it. He shot through the thing and landed his entire bony digit in the length of her ass corridor. Before another stroke had been injected in her ass-hole, she was bleating: "Oh, God, yes I love that. Fuck me up the ass-hole,Uncle Jack. Fuck me really hard."
He used his free hand to rub her cunt. He drove in with two fingers. A few days before she'd have never been able to take it. But now, after only a few careful fucks with Mr. Stawder, she was able to take just about anything. Anyhow, he rammed two fingers into her open pussy. He pulled back the lips and jabbed the fingers across her clit. He felt the erect and slippery knob, rubbed it back and forth, and before long, young Stella was juicing profusely. Her gush ran down his fingers. He placed those same fingers where his other hand had been, in her ass-hole. He used the fresh juice to increase the passion in the young girl's bunghole. "Oooh, yes," she cried out. "Rape my butt. Give it to me hard." He used both fingers to follow out her desires. He pulled and tugged and penetrated passed the sphincter muscle with both fingers. He jammed hard, making sure that she would never forget this particular finger fucking in her ass-hole cave. He rubbed her buttocks with his second hand. And all the time that he used his digits in her butt, he was still sucking and licking her lively, creamy, soft mammaries. "Mmmmm," he hummed, proud of his work, "not bad if I do say so myself."
She pulled back and away from him. She sat on his jamming fingers. "I want it now," she said. "Jack, give it to me now."
"Take the paste, dear, and grease up a bit. Then I'll tell you what to do." He handed her a tube of lubricant. She pressed out more than enough. She coated, first, his cock. She spread the cool goo all along his joint and was sure to concentrate a big gob on his mushroom head, the spearing object that would ram her ass-hole. Then she rubbed an equally large amount into her rear orifice. She pushed it up into her butt with her fingers. She did all this while straddling his hips. His cock was directly in front of her cunt. It was towering and erect, a jumbo-size, well-greased beef. "Now what?" she asked.
"Now, darling, Stella, you must turn around as you are and face the other way."
She picked up her long leg and swiveled on Jack's belly. Her butt faced him. Her titties hung down inches from his prick. "Go forward a bit," he told her. "Past my muscle." She put her weight on her legs and leaped over his joint. "Now," he said, reaching down and sliding his hands under her buttocks, "you can sit on my prick."
"What?" she asked, dumbfounded. "How?"
"Lift up and then when you come down my joint will go nicely up your ass-hole." He was laying on his back and the move would be easy for her. She would merely sit on his prong. "O.k., " she said, "I'll try it."
With Jack's help she lifted her butt. He supported his meat in the proper direction. When she came down, still facing his feet, her back to his face, she was on his dick. Slowly but surely she eased herself down on his giant flesh prong. "Wow," she said, going slowly onto the joint, "this is really something, Uncle Jack. You really know your stuff." He reached up and pressed on her shoulders, forcing her to sit more and more on his hog.
"Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's too much."
"Nonsense," countered Jack. "This is just the beginning." She slid downwards on his joint. She got more and more of the entire hot into her slightly tight anal hole. "This is just the beginning." She slid downwards on his joint. She got more and more of the entire hog into her slightly tight anal hole. "There you go," he encouraged her. "You're doing just fine." He could see her blush turn a deeper red in the nape of her neck. "Now, darling," he addressed Stella, "if you'll just lean back a little I'll have a nice little feel for your titties." She leaned so that he could reach her breasts. Indeed, he took a full helping. His joint was high in her ass-hole and he had a nice long massage and rub of her full pendular tits. They were as smooth and heated as ever. "Good," he said, letting go. "Now you just satisfy yourself any way you like to."
She rested for a moment, feeling out the contour of his joint as it was placed in her ass-hole. She learned forward on his long muscular legs and held on tight. She began to rock. Slowly but surely she began to move up and down with her ass-hole on his joint. It was tight and her initial moves were tentative. She didn't want to rip her butt box. She would have had an easier time of it were this her pussy, but that wasn't the object all. She slid upwards, perhaps a little too high.
"Ah, ah, ah," said Jack. "This idea is to get more, not less, of the beef in your body."
She slid back down and the mighty prong impaled her colon. "Oh, God!" screamed Stella. "It's so fucking large like this."
"Yes," said Jack. "I know. That's the whole idea." He felt her long ass-hole muscles begin to grow accustomed to the feel of his bulging joint in her ass-hole. Soon, he knew, he would begin to squirt come up the tube and the tight rub would be all over. It would be loose and unexciting. He decided to adjust the position and thereby make the fuck last a little longer. Anticipation, he thought to himself, is ninety per cent of the fun. He pulled his hips downwards, cocked them, thrust upwards for one long swing in Stella's down pointed ass-hole, and then pushed her off of his meat.
"Uuuhhh," she grunted. "What a relief!" She turned around and looked at the size of his joint. "It was always amazed me that anything that large could fit anywhere." She smiled and stroked his cock. "What now?"
"By ear? Play it by ear?" He smiled and she went down on his joint. She pushed her face along the shaft and the head of his meat landed near her ear. "like that?" she asked coyly. "By ear?"
"Very funny," he said. But then Stella approached Jack's cock. She used her tongue to lick it off. She rubbed the head of the dick with her splayed mouth muscle; the long stem and the thick base. "Are you ready to try another position, Uncle Jack?" He was entranced by the way she gave such excellent suck. "Keep sucking," he said softly. "Just for another minute or two." She rubbed her tongue down along his joint. She coated the base and his balls with wet saliva. She kissed his loins and he rolled over. "A little ream, darling?" he asked. "Just because I'm your uncle, eh?" She smiled and spread his hairy ass cheeks. She filled the narrow groove with her wet mouth muscle. From there she toured downwards and landed in his butt tube. She stuffed her meaty little tongue into the rear alley. She filled his rump with tongue meat. "Mmmmmm," she heard him moan into his pillow. "Such a wonderful young girl you are."
He humped his hips upwards. His buttocks flapped on her face. Her tongue drilled downwards, into his bunghole. She did it voluntarily because in the previous two days he'd given her such a wonderful lesson or two in butt-fucking. He taught her how to enjoy herself in every anal way. She was happy and grateful to have the opportunity to give him something in return. She had a crush on her Uncle Jack. "You tell me, Jack," said Stella, "if I do something wrong, ehh?"
"You're doing fine, darling," he said, enjoying the anal ream. "Just fine."
She rubbed her tongue across his hairy buttocks. His moon was full and rounded and muscular. She jammed her tongue down the trough again. She wet the tube entrance, the tapered circle leading into, and out of, his body. Her tongue plowed deep. She filled up the cavity. "Uuuuhhh," he grunted, grinding upwards into her face. He ended up on his hands and knees. She landed her hands around his waist while keeping her face between his ass cheeks. She took hold of his joint and rubbed the wet muscle while her tongue continued to worm around in his anus. "Nice," he told her. "Just so nice, lover, that I want to tell you that you are easily as good as Verna."
"Really?" said Stella. "That is a compliment!"
"Yes," he said rolling onto his side and over to face her. "And now it's time for the real plunge, sweetheart."
"Oh, God, yes," she said, pleased as punch. "I was thinking you'd never get around to it."
"Now, now," he said. "Patience is a virtue, my young sweetness." He smiled and rolled his fingers in his ear. "Get down and get ready. Uncle Jack is going to fill your bunghole."
She went down on her hands and knees the way he seemed to like it with her. She waved his butt to cue him that she was ready. She reached back with one hand and pulled a cheek away from the crack. "I'm ready, Uncle Jack. Ready as ever." He smiled. "Yes," he said, "you certainly are." He could see the spread sphincter, and involuntarily contracting muscles, the smooth wet coating around the hole.
He pulled his weighty rod up in his hand and aimed it for the perfect bull's eye. He jammed forward and his meat went in one long stroke up her ass-hole. He filled her rump with hot beef. "Jesus, God," she cried out. "Jesus, fucking God! That this is so damn big."
She reached out for a dresser at the foot of the bead and rested her hands on that. She pushed against it while her uncle pushed against her ass-hole with his hands and in her ass-hole with his long stiff rod. "Oh, God, yes," he groaned. "This is going to be one hell of a butt-fuck." He rode down the anal tube. He made sure that every inch of her ass-hole was properly filled with hot cock meat. She didn't have much chance to do anything but wail: "Oh God fuck shit piss cunt ass-hole whore hell fuck my ass-hole. Keeeerist, Uncle Jack. Kee-fucking-rist!! ! " He was drilling her, fucking her butt like he'd never done it before. Any minute now, he knew, she would burst into passion flames. There wasn't enough lubrication in the whole world to keep Stella's ass-hole cool while he fucked her so hard.
"Ooooh, God," she moaned, sure enough, "that's burning the shit out of my colon. I'm fucking melting, Uncle Jack. Please!! ! Stop!"
He laughed. "Stop?! Ha ha, ha. Stop? That's the funniest thing I've heard in years. Oh, you young people have such a sense of humor!" He pounded his hips against her ass cheeks. His crotch was flush with her smooth rounded buttocks. He had his long rod buried in the pit of her belly, so far up her ass-hole she thought it would come out of her throat. She wanted to scream but she was so beside herself with joy and anguish that she couldn't even remember how. "Uuuuhhh," she said quietly. "Uuuuuuhh," and the thought occurred to her: "It's big."
When she'd grown used to the huge flesh trunk up her butt, Stella began to sway from side to side. She pulled her hips up into her belly and jerked downwards. "Ahhh, yes, that's it," said Uncle Jack, as though he'd been waiting for that move and knew it was coming. "That's the way to do it. You're learning quickly, my darling. Very quickly indeed." He rolled his hands across her smooth ass cheeks. She continued to roll her buttocks and lean against the dresser with her hands. She had perfect balance now, not to mention her always perfectly round and sculpted cheeks which Jack proudly rolled in his palms. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "very, very nice." He watched her swaying buttocks roll up and down across his rod. "Yes, indeed," he said, watching the moon rise and fall on his beef, "just about one of the best natural phenomena the world has ever known. Some say it controls the rhythm of the sea." He smiled and continued to screw young Stella in the bunghole. Or was it young Stella's ass revolving or his rod that was doing the screwing? In any event he had her firmly and securely skewered on his meaty pole, like some sort of pig over fire, and he had no intention of not barbecuing this roast to the perfect medium rare that he knew he could get fror it.
"Yes, honey," he moaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He watched her ass cheeks flop and roll around his cock. The rod was surrounded with fresh butt cheek and ass muscle. He could feel her interior flesh getting tighter around his swollen rod. "Good, good, good!" He managed to get another inch of his thick meat into her rump. She couldn't very well deny the fact that he was giving her the best fuck up the ass that she'd ever had and that was why she'd not wanted to talk with Curt. Curt had his place, she thought, while Uncle Jack had the meat. "Mmmmm-mm," she moaned, rolling around and around his dick.
He reached forward under her arms and came up with breast. He massaged the slick hanging mammaries. They were everything he wanted, after of course, her butt. He rubbed the nipples and worked down along her smooth, slender belly. He ended up holding her swaying, revolving hips. Her flesh was satin smooth and damp with perspiration from the fucking. She was as hot and feverish as possible. Her ass-hole was dripping juice. He couldn't believe how sweet a fuck this was working out to be.
"Honey," he said, "you just tell me when you want the jism. It's all yours."
She looked back at him. Her face was red, blushing, and she sweated. Beads of perspiration dripped down her brow. "Now," she said, "and I'll come all over you."
"Good," he said. "I was kind of hoping for that." He slammed his meat deep in her ass pussy. His muscle twitched and pulsed. The throbbing was terrific and exciting, for both Uncle Jack and Stella Sommer. The juice went flying up her tube. Before long he'd spent his wad. Stella was still coming when he pulled his meat out of her ass-hole. He lay back exhausted from the fuck. She crawled back toward him and gasped for air as she inspected the rod that had so thoroughly fucked her butt. She held it in one hand and spoke to it: "What a nice little butt fucker you are, Mr. Penis. I love the way you screw me and I hope you'll do it again sometime real soon." She leaned forward and gave Uncle Jack's spongy, greasy mushroom head a little kiss.
"Oh, very cute," said Jack. "Very, very cute."
She smiled at him and then licked his rod clean. After that she climbed up next to him and put her head in his arm. "Do you mind if I snuggle close to you? I like to get warm and tender at a time like this?" Uncle Jack smiled back at her. Then he closed his eyes and let her lay next to his chest. A moment later he felt her fondling fingers curling around his joint. He looked up and she was massaging and milking his somewhat spent muscle. A single drop of semen appeared on the tip. It dripped down along the crown and started to run along the stem of the joint. "Look at that!" said Stella with a cry of delight. She jumped down to his crotch muscle and with one long lick, beginning where the drop of sperm juice was headed, stroked up his meat and landed around the tip and mushroom head. She sucked lightly and swallowed the last drop of jism. When she looked up at Uncle Jack Stella had a bright cheery smile on her face. She had his stiff wet penis in her tender, teenage hand.
X
Somehow, though Stella and Uncle Jack could not figure out how, Mrs. Sommer discovered that they had been butt-fucking. She was calm about it, didn't explode with jealousy, just said that she thought that was fine and that she would speak separately with each of them sometime soon. She disappeared into her bedroom, after that simple comment, and dialed the bar where she hoped to find Curt Wilson.
She was in luck. Curt was there, a little drunk but ready and able. Ten minutes later he picked up Mrs. Sommer and they headed for his place, an apartment three miles east of the Sommer's house. They didn't bother with formalities. Mrs. Sommer stripped on her way to Curt's bedroom and she stretched out on the bed. "You like my ma'am-maries?" she asked him as he undressed.
Curt looked over his shoulder as he pulled off his trousers. Mrs. Sommer was pushing her titties up and massaging them so that the nipples were upright and ripe. "Yeah," he said. "Verna, you got nice tits." He continued to take off his clothes.
She spread her legs and reached down to her cunt. She used a finger from each hand to pull open the lips surrounding her vagina. Her pussy was wet and hairy. "You like my cunt, too, I bet."
"Yeah," he said, leaning toward her now that he was naked. "I like just about everything about you." She rolled over and showed him her ass-hole. To do so she reached back and pulled her smooth, creamy butt cheeks apart. "And in there," he said, "I like you the best." He reached into her ass-hole. He was on his knees between the backs of her legs. He laid down so that he could get a better view and angle. He stuffed one finger into her bunghole. "Ooh, goodness," she said, still holding her ass cheeks apart. "That's certainly very nice like that." She rolled her hips from side to side. "Play around a little, Curt," she told him. "Rub in and out."
Because he was laying between her legs with his face on one of her smooth back thighs, he had just the right position to play with her ass-hole the way she wanted. He fingered the smooth entrance to the tube. He could pull the sphincter muscle back and forth, or he could gouge into it and out again. He used his index finger to do so. After a few strokes in and out of the tight little hole, he pulled his digit out. "I better get some lubrication," he said. "Lift up."
Mrs. Sommer lifted her smooth pelvis off the bed. Curt Wilson stuck his index finger into the soft flesh of her pussy. He rubbed around in the greasy vaginal folds. Before long he had a nice juice coated index digit ready to go fiddling with Mrs. Sommer's bunghole. "I think that ought to do it," he told her. "Lay down again."
She laid down. He put his finger up to the edge of her neat ass-hole. He pushed the finger into the crease of the buns and then down to the ass-hole entrance. He shoved hard. "Uuuuuhh," she said, "that's the way!" He lodged his entire finger in the springy flesh. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "nice and tight. Just the way it should be." He pulled on her iris sphincter muscle with his finger. He plied the tubular entrance this way and that, probed deeper to get a kind of long feel of the entire canal, and then yanked his digit out all together. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I feel so empty now." Curt wiped his finger off on the back of her smooth leg. "Well," he said, "I just wanted to get you going a little. Maybe you'd like a little ream out, just to get you in the right spirit of things."
"Oh, would you really, Curt?" She was. delighted with the thought of having his tongue up inside her rump. "That would be so nice." She looked over her shoulder and saw him using a kleenex to wipe her buttocks and the hole. He pushed his finger and the kleenex around inside the flaps of loose butt tissue. "Alright," he said to Mrs. Sommer, "it looks like you're just about ready."
She waved her hips and confirmed that she was indeed quite ready for the promised anal licking. He spread her legs apart with his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her smooth ample thighs. Then he applied his palms to the backs of her cheeks. He helped her press the smooth pink buttocks away from the hole. He could see the anus perfectly. "Come up on your hands and knees," he suggested, his tongue only inches from the desirable hole. "That's the easiest for me."
She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. She didn't need to hold her buttocks open any more. Curt took care of that. He was happy to feel the large soft mounds of buttocks flesh between his fingers. "Mmmmmm," he moaned. "Nice." He spread her out. Now that she was upright he had the best view of all of her ass-hole. He leaned forward, pressed his tongue against the long butt slot. "There," he said, "that feel nice?"
"Oh, God does it!! " she exclaimed. "I never ... oooooohhh!"
Curt used his tongue to lick the groove. He wet the slot and the cheeks, too. He made sure to coat the surface of Mrs. Sommer's ass. He brushed her soft fulsome cheeks with his wet mouth muscle. "Mmmmmm," she hummed softly, "that's just so nice." He continued to apply his tongue to everything in sight. He even leaned down under her pelvis and attacked her cunt. "Oooh, yes," she cooed as one particular stroke landed on her clit. "That's the way, Curt. Oh, yes, that's just the way."
He lifted his face out from between her comely legs. His tongue was dripping wet. So was his chin and nose. He had saliva and clit juice all over his face. There was even more juice on Mrs. Sommer's butt and cunt. He looked carefully at the hole. "It's big," he said. "Big enough for some more, eh?"
"You know it," she said softly. "Right there." She reached back and aimed her finger into her ass-hole. He watched her work the sphincter space open. Before long, she had her own finger pushed up her ass-hole. "Do you like to see me finger myself?" she asked him softly.
"I like to see you happy, Verna," he said. "If putting your finger in your butt does it, that's what I like."
"You've changed," she said, continuing to needle her butt with her bondy digit. "You used to be a lot more aggressive. What's happened?"
"I missed you," he said softly. "Really a lot. I figure I better be nice or you won't come back to me for more." He smiled and bowed his head.
"How nice," said Mrs. Sommer. "Well let's get on with it." , He lifted his weighty hot dog meat up to her butt crack. He rubbed the soft tissue against the underside of his joint. He swayed back and forth on her ass. Before long he was fully erect and ready to pound his muscle through the narrow space. "Are you ready?" he asked, propping the arrow-head of his boner at the anal entrance. "You ready for a first class anal fucking, baby?"
She smiled and blushed. "Do it, Curt. Do me up right." He lunged forward. His cock slid down the tube, passed the tight little sphincter muscle, into the long cylinder. "Uuuuhh," she groaned, "delicious!! " She rolled her hips from right to left and the thick base of the meat spread out the ring of shit hole flesh. His meat penetrated the length of the back alley and wiggled inside it. "Uuuuuuhh," she grunted again, "that's solid fucking alright!! The best!"
He reached under her body to her chest. He rolled her hefty and fleshy mammaries between his long fingers. Another minute later her nipples were cherry red and upright, ready for all the stimulation he wanted to give them. Next, he reached one hand down to the gush in her cunt. He plugged the front hole with his bony middle finger. He could feel the slippery vaginal lips spread out around his finger. The gush was profuse. His entire hand was immediately coated with lots of fresh juice. He had slippery ooze in his palm and all over his fingers. It was like he'd dunked his hand in pot of oil. He rubbed his fingers in and out of her pussy, thereby increasing the pleasure for both Mrs. Sommer and himself. "You know," she said, "this might sound funny, but Curt, you make me feel really nice. Maybe it's your finger in my pussy, or your thing in my rear-end, or the way you rub my nipples, but it feels divine!! "
He liked it when she told him things like that. He felt his cock getting bigger in her butt. He could feel her ass-hole contract around his muscle. It was like some large hand squeezing his cock. It was soft and slippery against the flesh of his penis. She was able to milk him in any direction she chose. She rolled her hips and that was a special thrill, too. She used her butt to make him feel extraordinarily good. Soon he had pushed so much of his joint into her ass-hole that his groin was flush with her buttocks. "M-mmm," she hummed, "nice."
"Fuck," he grunted. "We got to grind a little harder." He grabbed one of her titties and her clitoris at the same time. A moment later she was squirming and gyrating, revolving her ass on his long screw-like dick. She worked from side to side in order to increase her passion. "Uuuuuhh, yes," he moaned. His long fuck-stick, properly rubbed by her ass-hole tube and buttocks, was beginning to twitch. "Get ready," he warned her, "I'm gonna flood that alley right out." With that he let go with a long initial squirt and then five or six shorter, but still powerful, pulses of hot come. "Keeerist!!" He jammed hard into the tube and left all his come deep in her anal cavity. When he yanked his beef out of the rear slot, it was covered with shit juice, clit grease, and come. "Mmmmmm," he said, "there's a tasty morsel for you to smack your lips around. Go to it, Mrs. Sommer. Eat your heart out."
She crawled around to his slimy cock and wrapped her juicy lips around the galvanized explosive head. She swabbed the tip with her splayed tongue, and from there, worked her way down the length of the thick, wet shaft. She nibbled on the thing as if it were a corn cob. She chewed and ate it until it was nothing but a clean fresh rod. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "how's that?" She held the beef up so that he could look down his body and see his own tall tower of flesh. It was shiny and glistened in the light. There was saliva all over it. "That's nice," he said, "but it's getting a little cold. Think you might suck it some more?"
She smiled and lobbed the meaty prick head back between her warm wet lips. She sealed the thing with her mouth around the middle of the shaft. She wrapped one fist around the base and rode her face up and down on the head. "Mmmmmm," she hummed. The vibrations shook the boner and the chills that started in his nuts climbed up his spine and into his brain. He rocked in and out of her mouth, banged her in the face. "Mmmmmm," she cried out on the out stroke, "good." The meat filled her up again, however, and she couldn't say a word. "Nice," said Curt for her. "Just keep sucking and in another minute I'll be hammering your butt into ecstasy. Get my rod slippery and hot and I'll stick that meat up your ass-hole so far that you'll never want another joint in your life."
She rolled her lips back and forth along the spongy head. She licked the mushroom crown, especially the rim, and then splayed her tongue across the back end of the shaft. She was down low, in his pubic forest, when he took her by the head and pushed her down on her back. He climbed up on her face and rolled his dick between her smooth, full breasts. He used his hands to press and knead the big titties around his cock. "Another couple of rubs and you'll be ready, too," he said. Her nipples sprung out, maybe a half-inch, in excitement as his cock bounced up against the sides of her titties.
"O.k., " said Curt. He bounced his dick one more time against one of the soft titties and then he climbed off. He patted her smooth, trim belly and the flesh slid this way and that. He rubbed her hips and poked a finger in her twat. There was enough gush there to fuck an elephant hole. He had her roll over. "On your belly, baby. It's time for the supreme fuck."
She willingly rolled over onto her titties and chest. He slid his wet dick up and down her smooth thighs. He reached between her loins with his hand and spread the comely limbs. "Now," he said, "come up and over a little and I'll stuff it right in." She followed his guiding hands, both of which were on her hips now, and rearranged her body so that he could plug her up good. "Now," he said, "I think you'll get the anal fuck you been wanting."
"Go easy again," she said. "Just at first, anyhow." He rolled her buttocks in his palms. They were smooth, pliant buttocks well worth a quick rub or two before entry between them. He used his cock to massage one of them and Mrs. Sommer was blushing just from the feel of that meat against the cheek. "I can't get over how horny you are," she said softly. "You must have been waiting for this day for quite a while."
"For a week or so, anyhow," said Curt. "I just can't live without getting a good butt-fuck. Know what I mean?" He shoved the head of his muscle along the center of her fanny. He was sliding in the slippery moist groove. But he was yet to penetrate her ass-hole for the second time.
"I know exactly what you mean." Verna Sommer reached back and took hold of the head of his meat. She placed the spongy tip at the entrance to her butt. "Maybe I can get it in myself. Would you mind if I tried?"
"Mind? Hell no," said Curt. "I'd love to see this." He watched her lean most of her weight forward and she balanced on her head. Thus she was able to free both hands for working his dick into her bunghole. She used one hand to guide the tip, the other to prop the stiff rod at the right angle. She guided him into her butt, but met with resistance because of her buttocks that folded over the hole and got in the way. "You hold my ass cheeks," she told him. He pulled the buttocks apart and rammed his hips forward. She had more room to work in, and his cock slid neatly into place. She let go with one hand, but pushed with the other. She had his meat descending in her butt. "Ahhhhh," she said, letting go all together now, "that's just about right." She pushed her weight against the cock, and the meat disappeared all the way down, between her buttocks, through the sphincter muscle, deep in the tube, into her anal cavity. The head of Curt Wilson's meat rested easy someplace in Verna Sommer's bowels. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "that's just about perfect."
She reached to her hips where his hands were. She took one of them and placed it in her cunt. "Get the clit and rub it," she directed him. She placed his finger right on top of the slippery target. She took his other hand and put the palm over her breast, along her nipple. "Squeeze," she said. "Squeeze that titty." He massaged the nipple and squeezed the breast. She supported herself with both hands and leaned back. His joint was high in her butt. She couldn't do anything but screw his cock with her ass-hole and scream: "Oh, God, yes!! That's it. That's perfect. It's in just right."
He humped forward. Her rump nearly shattered from the terrific pressure. He opened her sphincter even wider than ever before. His pliant cock muscle bent in every direction at one. She had all the beef she could possibly used. And his hands were working over the rest of her body. He rested on her back, his chest against her smooth spine, and his face was alongside hers. His cock was securely lodged in her ass-hole. "Roll it," he told her softly in her ear. "Make me come."
She pulled and pushed her buttocks right and left and made sure that his meaty organ was getting the ride it needed. "Oh, God, yes," she cried out, "this is the way it should be. This is just big and perfect." She used one hand to support herself on her hand and knees and the other reached back between his legs. She fumbled around and located his dangling nut nest. She tickled the underside of his scrotum and rubbed his balls against each other. She used her fingers along his balls to make sure that not only his cock in her ass-hole was getting rubbed, but also every other part of his genitals. He felt like he was taking a flesh bath.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, "if you keep that up with my balls and my dick at the same time I'm come again so fucking fast ... "
"Good," she said, "that's the idea. I love sperm juice in my ass-hole." She pushed back and rubbed his nuts at the same time. Her butt cheeks rolled and flopped against the small extended portion of his shaft. The rest of his meat was buried in her ass-hole tube. "Nice," she said, "I like the feel of your pubic hair rubbing against my rump like that." She pressed into his groin with her ass for more of his soft buttocks. "Nice," she said, "very, very nice."
He worked her nipple with two fingers. He tugged the thing and simultaneously, with his other hand, he finger fucked her pussy. He could feel her slippery erect clit muscle standing on end and begging and twitching for more stimulation. He rubbed his finger back and forth across the frenzied clit button, and before long he had used it to the fullest extent. He leaned back and pulled her up on his joint. He pulled her upright so that she was resting only on her knees with his joint bent up her ass-hole. He grabbed her titties with one hand, her cunt with the other, and his cock continued to jam in her ass-hole. "How do you like it like this?" he asked.
"Perfect," she said, "but what about your dick?"
"Perfect," he said simply, kissing her on the back of the neck. He held her titty with his big muscular palm. He rubbed the nipple. The hand in her crotch wandered up and down her belly and around her clitoris. "Oh, shit," she moaned, "I'm gonna fucking come all over." He waited, his hand cupped around her mound, for the gush to flow. Sure enough, another minute later, the ooze was dripping between his fingers and down her smooth ample thighs. He rubbed his palm between her soft loins and squeezed the tender excited flesh. She pulled her buttocks away from his joint and then slammed backwards. "Come on," she pleaded, "give it to me hard. I mean really fucking hard!"
He banged her ass-hole as hard as he could. Her long ass-hole muscle went squeezing and milking along his stiff powerhouse joint. Five rolls later she was on her belly. His powerful thrusts had forced her down. She had her orgasm, and his jism, both in her ass-hole and her cunt. She couldn't believe the ecstatic feel she had from having him come up her butt while she climaxed in her pussy. "It's never before been that good," she said, pulling her ass off his joint. His beef popped out. There was come dripping from it. She looked at the flesh tool that had screwed her anus. "Never was it that good before," she said.
Curt smiled and watched her go licking on his rod. She covered the long juice soaked meat with her face. She rubbed her soft cheeks against it and then used her tongue. She had slime all over her pretty face and in her tangled hair. It didn't stop her from cleaning him off the right way, though. She licked up all the juice and then some. She had him roll over so she could get into his ass-hole, too. She rubbed her tongue up and down the cheeks of his butt, and then she rolled the muscular butt cheeks with her palms. She brought him slowly but surely down from orgasm. His meat and ass were as clean as a new born baby's when she finished. "There," she said patting him on the butt. "Isn't that nice?"
"Yeah," said Curt, "but let me ask you something. How come you wouldn't see me last week? I called and you gave me the cold shoulder. How come?" He spread out on his back to rest while she told him the answer.
"An old friend was in town, one who I hadn't seen for years. We were making it pretty seriously at one time. I thought maybe it would be the same again. I thought maybe we'd get it on the way we did when I was a kid. Jack's his name. Jack fucked me up the butt when I was a lot younger and he was good. I liked it with him and I thought maybe there'd be a chance we could do that again, fuck up the ass-hole and have a grand old time. You know? It was kind of a reunion of some sort."
"And?" asked Curt, fucking around with her titties for a minute. He stroked her cherry nipples and reached his other hand down to fiddle with her smooth, still gushing cunt lips. "And then what?"
"He started fucking Stella."
"What?" said Curt, furious that the other of his two women was getting it up the ass from someone he didn't even know. "I don't believe it," he said, pulling his hands from Verna's body.
"Oh, yeah," said Verna, rolling over on top of Curt to keep him from getting angry. "In fact," she added, stroking his mouth with her long wet tongue, "they're probably at home doing it right now!" She filled his face with tongue.
XI
Verna Sommer had her daughter and Uncle Jack pegged exactly right. They were busy in the master bedroom with dildos, oil, and their sweaty bodies. "Oooh, shit," moaned Stella, "this is going to be just right." She spread some of Uncle Jack's home made grease on her pussy and her cunt. Her twat looked delicious, and her ass-hole was like a shiny pearl ready for the perfect anal fuck. "I can't believe you had the grease made up specially," she told Jack.
"Oh, honey, Stella," he said. "I'm so into anal fucking that I've had beads of jewels made up for it."
"What kind of beads?" she asked, spreading the grease between her buttocks.
"Well," he told her, "I take these beads and pop them up your ass-hole, one at a time. Then you lay on top of me and we fuck. When you're just about to come, when you're ready to gush all over my rod, I pull the string of beads out in one long yank." He smiled.
"Oh, Keerist," moaned Stella. "That does sound like a thrill. Wow, Uncle Jack, where did you discover that?"
"Just an old college trick, my dear. Nothing spectacular." He took the tube of grease from her. "Let me use a bit of that, just to be sure." She took it back from him before he had a chance to squeeze some out. "What's the matter, darling?"
"I want to suck you for a while first," she said. "Then the grease." She crawled off the bed to where her Uncle Jack stood with his legs spread. She knelt between his hairy thighs and reached up for his rod. She was at the perfect height for working his dick into a perfect erection. She pulled the meat with two hands into her face. She sucked first on the head of the cock, and then on the mushroom rim. She used her lips on the side of the bone, up along the base, and licked out his pubic forest. "Other side," she said. "Roll around so I can get the other side." He turned and supplied her with access to his butt. "Not too wet now," he cautioned. "I like it medium."
"Sure," said Stella who knew for a fact that once she began licking his bunghole she would never be able to stop. She made him lean over with his hands on the dresser in front of him. She crouched on the bed, sat on the edge and had the perfect angle for comfortably reaming out his anus. "Here you go," she said. She palmed his hairy cheeks and pushed them out to the side. She looked up the narrow groove and filled it with a long stroke of her tongue.
She looked again. Before it had been dry and brown looking. Now it was wet and shiny and whiter. She swallowed hard and went back in with one long stroke of her wet tongue. "You like that?" she asked, kissing his spine and fondling his cheeks. "Was that a nice beginning?"
"Darling Stella," said Uncle Jack. "That's a perfect beginning."
She smiled. "If I do something you don't like, you tell me."
"Certainly," he said. He shook his hips and buttocks in front of her. "You go to work on my ass now. That will be the best thing you could do for your poor old Uncle Jack." He smiled and looked back over his shoulder to watch her go into his butt crack.
Stella leaned forward off the side of the bed. She plunged her tongue down deep inside his butt tube. She worked her mouth muscle up inside his butt crack. Before long she was buried in ass meat. She had her long narrow mouth muscle all the way up his hole. She could taste the shit at the end of the corridor. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, extracting her tongue for a moment, "I love to ream out ass-holes. Especially yours, Uncle Jack." She smiled and laughed a bit, and then she reapplied her long wet splayed tongue to his ass-hole. She filled the narrow dark corridor with fresh moist saliva and tongue meat. "Mmmmm," she hummed, vibrating his tube. "Is that nice for you Uncle Jack?"
"Delicious," he said. "Absolutely divine."
She reentered. Her warm wet mouth muscle coated the entrance to the tube. From there she plunged deep. The first stroke was slightly weak. It didn't make it past the sphincter. But the second took her all the way into her Uncle's soft tube. "M-mm," he hummed, "just right, baby doll. Keep it coming." She rolled her tongue in and out of the gained territory. She felt his anal muscles contract around her tongue meat. She reached under his pelvis and took hold of his cock. Before long the slippery meat was throbbing with ecstasy. "Don't come yet," she told him. "You have to save that for my ass-hole, you know."
"Don't worry," said Uncle Jack. "I'll do you up just right." She continued to fiddle with his meat while she reamed his ass-hole with her tongue. She used one hand to caress the spongy mushroom head, and she used the other hand to stroke his long thick shaft and heavy scrotum. His nuts were covered with chills. She went down the tube completely and then slipped her face lower between the backs of his thighs. She arranged her mouth so that she had as her next target the back of his scrotum. She reached with her tongue and lapped at the nut nest. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "just fucking right."
Pulling his body away from Stella's face, Uncle
Jack turned around and said: "Time for a little titty licking," he said. "Come here with those luscious flesh bombs of yours." She crawled up along his torso so that her titties dropped over his face. He reached up with his hands and kneaded the flesh of her long mammaries. She plunged downward and her nipple and part of her boob filled his mouth. He used his lips to rub and massage whatever nipple and tit meat was there in his face. "Mmmmm," she sighed, "that's the way alright. That's getting me so fucking hot." Her heat showed in her chest. It was red and burning bright. There was a blush in her face as well. She began to sweat a little. "You know," she told him, "much more of this and I'll be orgasmic."
"You hold off a little while," said Jack. "Got to be sure that you're properly fucked and ready, eh?" He reached one hand down to her twat while he continued to work her nipple with his lips. He used his long bony finger to rub her clitoris. Before long she was sweating out of her vagina. The ooze leaked down into his hand. "Good," he said. "You're getting hot just the right amount. I can feel it coming." He pushed his finger deeper in her pussy. The slippery folds of cunt flesh wrapped around his digit and squeezed on its as though his finger was a penis. "Very, very good. Just right," said Jack. "I think you're going to be good and hot."
He pushed her up onto his joint. Her hips fell around his gouging hog. His meat slid up into her body. "Just a quick phallus rub down from the inside of that twat hole and then we'll go onto other things, eh?" He smiled and probed the inside of her young body with his long penis. "You like that?"
"I love it," she said. "I love that meat in my twat. You kidding? The only thing better is beef in my you know what." She blushed and leaned down, rode him like a jockey does a horse. She filled his face with her tongue and pressed her boobies against his chest. She rubbed from side to side, both against his torso and against his cock. She used her cunt to squeeze and roll his meat and her titties to roll on and rub at his hairy, muscular chest. "Ahhh, honey," he told her, "you do the best job." Her lovely mammary flesh rubbed smoothly against his body. "I love it," he moaned, "I love it."
She slid up and down on his cock, getting him hard and greasy for the final event, his dick up her ass-hole.. "You tell me," she said, "when you're ready."
He smiled and said: "I'm ready."
She lifted up off of his cock. Her slippery wet twat juiced closed and she crawled up off of his body onto her belly. "Come and get it, Jack," she told him.
"Stick it in my ass-hole now."
He climbed up between the backs of her legs. "You hold onto the head of the bed, young darlin', because I want to be sure you get the proper fuck this time." She reached out and held onto the head of the bed as he directed. She had a good level grip so that her titties hung straight down from her chest. "like this?" she asked. He inspected and she was, indeed, in the right position.
Jack lifted his rod and placed it on the back of her butt. He rubbed a few strokes into her crack and then he reached for the tube of grease. "Just another minute more," he told her. "I got to make sure that you have the right position and the right grease. I want you so wet and slippery that my cock will fit in and out like greased lightning." He squeezed a massive amount of juice down along her butt. He spread it with his fingers. Up and down the groove went the slippery juice. Then he pushed a gob into her ass-hole. He jammed forward and supplied her with a long steady prod from his finger. He bunched up her sphincter and then passed through it. He filled her anus with his digit. "Good," he said, just testing out the strength and size of her hole. "Just the way it should be."
He rolled his finger several times inside teenage Stella's butt tube. The thing had curves and muscles unique to her rump only. He played with these muscles, made sure they were good and juicy, for his long hot beef. Then he spread goo on his dick. He made sure there was grease, as well as saliva, all over his cock. Soon, after he was all buttered up, he prepared to enter. "Now for the screwing you been waiting for, honey." He lifted his prong to the entrance. He shot forward and in one easy plunge was lodged in her ass-hole. He had the entire tube wrapped securely around his mighty and powerful flesh prong. "That's really good," he told her. "That's gonna make things just right."
He pushed on her butt, forcing her tube down the length of his rod. He ended up back at the entrance. He stroked forward again, and penetrated back to his initial position. He had her so full of cock meat that she could barely move without giving his rod some excellent stimulation. "Now," he said. "Now you got the fuck-stick so good in your rump that you'll never forget what it's like."
She looked around over her shoulder and saw that Jack's terrific meat was fully buried in her ass-hole. "You really got it in there," she said observing the place where his cock was entered in her anus. "I can see how big and thick it is."
She would have said more but he grabbed her by the nape of the neck and forced her head down between her arms. Before long he was twisting her buttocks with his mighty flesh sword. The jumbo cock reamed her ass-hole with several long slippery strokes in a row. Her ass-hole might have been tight, but it was also slippery and wet and greasy enough that he could thrust in and out, just so long as he didn't come past the sphincter. "Oooh," she grunted with each thrust, "ooooh, God fuck shit piss!! "
"Yes, Stella," said Uncle Jack, "this is the way it should be." He watcher her hands, wrapped around the bed board grip so tight that the knuckles turned white. "Nice," he said. "Very, very nice." She pulled her butt from one direction to the other. She revolved her anus on his giant meat. Soon she was feeling the gush rise up in her pussy. Her cunt was getting hot. And Jack hadn't ignored it, either. He had a hand inside, a finger working her clitoris into frenzy. "Goood," he grunted. "Very, very good." He sloshed his finger in and out of her slippery wet flesh cave. He kept her pussy moving slowly back and forth around his long bony digit. She couldn't very well do anything but enjoy herself. "This is the best yet," she told her Uncle as the juice poured from her clit and twat insides. "The best yet."
"I thought you might like that," said Uncle Jack. He jammed forward, his meat twisting and jerking inside the young girl's lovely butt snatch. He had most of his long prick so deeply entrenched in her muscular butt that even the stem was out of sight. He continued to rock her pelvis by letting go of her neck and cunt and putting both hands on her rump. He massaged the cheeks around the stem of his cock. He worked the head of his meat even deeper into her shit canyon. He could feel the mushy feces below. His cock must have been buried in shit and colon. Her long muscles milked on his rod and before long he was ready to fire.
"I can feel you throbbing!" Stella Sommer exclaimed. "Are you ... oooooh, yes, you are coming," she moaned. "Isn't that something!" The juice flooded the anal reservoir and the damn burst. Come came spurting out her back end around his pole. There was so much shit-juice and clit juice and sperm liquid that it leaked profusely from her ass-hole around the base of his cock. Even the tight little sphincter muscle couldn't keep it all in. The flood spread down her ass cheeks and under her hips, along her pussy and down her loins. He reached for that tender juicy flesh and kneaded it with his long bony fingers. Meanwhile, he kept his orgasmic hog flowing in and out of her rump. "God damn fuck," shouted Uncle Jack, "this is it." He fired off one more spurt and that was the end of his first load in lovely Stella's hot rump box.
Yanking his rod out of the hole, he showed it to her. "Look at that, my lovely young thing. Did you ever see such a perfect beef specimen?"
She inspected his crotch muscle. She gave close scrutiny, bringing her mouth only inches from the fuck-stick to his lap. She looked at the bony ridges, she watched the still pulsing veins filling the head with fresh blood, removing the old. She watched an additional drop of come appear on the head of the meat. She waited for the command that she knew would follow: "Lick it," said Uncle Jack. "Clean if off."
She spread her tongue around the shit-covered meat. She used the lips and tongue of her mouth to suck off the head first. She went around and around the rim of the crown of the mushroom head. Her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue muscle was quick and alive to his every boner need. She licked all along the stem. And then she even coiled her deft muscle around the base of his hog. She wet it all down. His joint was so juicy he could have slid it into a knot hole and not come out with splinters. He had a long stiff erection, and neither Stella nor Uncle Jack wanted to let it go to waste. "What now?" she asked.
"Now for the dildo," he said. "Now we just use something artificial to get you going again and then
I'll ply you with old muscle number one for good luck. Second time's a charm, they say."
He reached over the side of the bed and located his very sophisticated dildo. It was an electric handle that looked something like an iron. For it, however, there were several attachments. One was for body massage. Another device fit on the head of the machine and was used for rolling around on soft surfaces like the scalp or the shoulder or titties. A third was business only, devised especially for needy cunts and hairy ass-holes. For especially tight anus muscles there was a last attachable prong that fitted onto the machine and could be applied to such places. There were four settings to the machine, and most importantly to Stella and Uncle Jack, there was a battery mechanism that made it so that they didn't have to get tangled up in chords and electrical wires. He put on the device for ass-holes and showed it to Stella. "Look big enough?"
"Just right," she said, stroking her finger across the nozzle. "Just a little lubrication and we'll be all set, eh?" '
He spread goo across the head of the plastic cock. "Now," he said, switching the thing onto full speed and full force, "you bend over and I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed for your butt. And then some." She leaned over and he slowly but surely inserted the vibrating device. He plunged it down deep in her butt. Soon he couldn't see the nozzle at all. He knew it was doing good work, however, as it revolved and buzzed in her butt, because Stella's wailing ranged from pure screech to out and out obscenity. Jack couldn't help but remember the first time he'd fucked a woman up the ass-hole. The screams and the words were something like Stella's just now. The woman was black and as much a novice as he was. He wasn't using a dildo either. He was just stuffing his long flesh prong up her butt, and she could hardly move she was so full of his beef. And when she did she cried out painfully. But at the end, as it would turn out with Stella now, too, she was nothing but grateful. He jammed the pecker in deep. "Enough vibration darling?"
"Oh, God, fuck, yes!" she moaned. Her ass-hole was revolving in circles. Her soft rump shivered with every slosh from the machine. Her skin was all bright red with desire. Her lusty appetite for anal fucking was finally getting stuffed full. "I loye it," she said. "I love that fucking vibrator. Can you use your cock, too?" she asked. "Stick that machine up my cunt and use your dick in my butt?" She was nearly begging for it. "Of course, my dear," said Uncle Jack. "Consider it done."
He pulled the machine out of her ass-hole and turned it off. He wiped it with tissue so that he wouldn't be sticking a lot of shit up her cunt. Then he took his joint and greased it up again. He made sure her tube was wide open. He figured it would be best to stick his cock up her butt first, and then apply the machine.
"Hurry," she moaned, "before I go down. Come on and stuff it in."
He pulled up his cock and located it at the entrance of her butt tube. The smooth tapered entrance felt like pure slick flesh. He loved the sensation of that round orifice getting tighter and tighter around his dick as he entered. The more he went in, the tighter the muscle was. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to her, "that's just right." He rolled her hips, by holding her with his hands, and made sure that he slipped all the way down. He used leverage from his pumping and grinding groin to fill her up. "Oh, God, yes," she complimented him on his technique, "that's the way."
He picked up the machine, once he was securely lodged in her ass-hole, and he applied the dildo to her twat. It was wet and sloppy in there, hot and greasy, and she was begging him to stick it all the way up inside. He jammed it high and scraped along her fresh clit erection. "O.k., baby," he told her, "here you go." He switched it on. The machine whirred at full speed. Uncle Jack hadn't bothered with the slower gears. He'd gone right to full power.
Thus young Stella Sommer had her butt filled with the man's crotch muscle and her cunt stirred with the egg-beater. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "I fucking love it." She was all red and sweaty and she could barely hold still. Shivers shook her body and chills were spreading in all directions across her body. She wondered if she was coming, or if she was just shaking from the terrific stimulation in all parts of her body. She couldn't tell where her body began and where it ended. "Jesus fuck," she moaned. "I don't understand. It's too fucking incredible to believe."
Her pink flesh flushed with excitement. Blood ran to her brain. She screamed in delight. She couldn't control her body at all. At one point, she was so turned on that she lost control of her urine. She pissed over the vibrating machine and down her Uncle's hand. "Oh, God," she said, "I'm sorry. 'I didn't know. I..."
"That's alright," he said. "You're just so hot. Don't worry about it. Just concentrate on feeling good." He kept the machine in place. He had it buried to the hilt in her cunt, and his cock was throbbing in her rump. Her buttocks shook from side to side in no particular pattern. She looked like someone who had lost complete control of their body. The more he plunged his meat and the mechanical penis into her two fleshy holes, the more she shook with hot and cold chills. She sweated from her brown and her titties were shaking like piles of jello. She couldn't control her body at all. She fell of f of his joint with the vibrator in her hands and cunt. Uncle Jack let go of the thing and she yanked it from her twat and shoved it up her ass-hole. He watched her go through the contortions of orgasm. The young woman was oblivious to his presence. She jammed the dildo in and out of her hot anal hole screaming, "Oooooh, ahhhhhh, fuck shit piss cunt ass-hole shit fuck me fuck..."
When she finally regained consciousness she saw the dildo next to her legs and her Uncle smiling as though he'd expected it all along. "Did you come?" she asked. Then, before he answered, she looked down at his cock. It was dripping wet with jism and shit juice. "You must have come but I don't remember when."
He smiled. "You were out cold and I took, shall we say, a simple liberty?"
"Oh, good," she said weakly. "I was afraid it wouldn't be good for you unless you got off too. I'm glad you did that." The jism was dripping from her ass-hole. Her cunt leaked gush. Her lips were torn open, one held back from her twat all together. "I don't know what happened," she said. "It was like an earthquake. I was coming and that's all I know. I like it like that. It's kind of like something special. I sort of wonder how it happens. One minute I'm there, and the next I'm not. I turned to juice. I like that feel in my butt. It's like when you eat me there. The feel of your tongue, it just turns me on. I don't know. It's sure something special. I wonder if I'll get it that way again. I sure hope so." She smiled, having regained her composure. She was still blushing all over, but she had caught her breath. "Do you want me to eat you or something?"
"If you like." He sat down on the bed and she crawled over into his lap. She took his meat in her hands and rubbed the sides of the shaft. She took the head in her face and licked the shit juice and clit juice and sperm off. She scraped the sides of the bone. "Is it good for you like this?" she asked during a breather. "Is it really good when you fuck my ass?"
"There's nothing quite like it," said Jack. He held her head in his hands. "I like it very much. I like it as much as you like having it up there. Don't you know that?"
"I always wonder," she said. Then she went down on his hog and thoroughly cleaned his meat. "Sometimes," she said in a whisper to his meaty prick, "I wonder if you really like me." She spoke to his prick as if it had a brain and a mind and legs and as if it were a little person. "Sometimes I wonder if you really like being in my butt hole. I don't know." She leaned forward and kissed Uncle Jack's mushroom head. "Maybe," she said to the mushroom meat, "maybe you'll fuck my butt again?" She thought she heard the meat say: "No doubt about it." It was Uncle Jack who assured her of yet another anal fuck.
XII
Stella and Uncle Jack didn't bother getting out of bed for the rest of the day. Nor for the rest of the night, either. And Mrs. Sommer and Curt Wilson didn't manage to leave Curt's apartment until the next day.
So when Curt and Verna Sommer showed up at the house they found the living room empty. "I wonder where everyone is," said Verna. She casually walked through the house and opened the door to her bedroom. There, sprawled naked, not really to her surprise, were Stella and Jack. They were half-asleep, and just a little taken aback by the unexpected presence of Stella's mother. Jack started to make excuses, but none were possible. Strewn around the room were dildos and creams, bottles of oil, dirty sheets and underwear, greasy towels. The place looked like a typhoon orgy had landed there and never left. "Mom," said Stella, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"
Stella stopped apologizing because just then Curt
Wilson appeared at her mother's side. "Curt!" she exclaimed. "What the hell?" She blushed. It dawned on her at last. While she had been making time with her mother's boyfriend, Jack, Mrs. Sommer had been doing the same with her boyfriend, Curt. "I'll be damned," said Uncle Jack, the only person not very surprised. "Isn't that something?! "
"Yeah," said Curt as he started to take off his belt. "It looks to me like it's about time you and I, Mr. Uncle Jack Stawder, had a man to man talk."
"Now wait a second, Curt," said both Sommer women. "There's no need for violence."
"I don't think we're talking about violence," said Mr. Stawder. He wrapped a sheet around himself and got up out of bed. "Shall we, Mr. Wilson?" They excused themselves from the dumbfounded women and went to the living room where they whispered together. "I think," said Jack, "that it's an excellent idea. It'll teach both women a lesson." Jack nodded. "For sure," he said. "It's just what they need." Jack chortled. "It'll be the best either of them ever got, eh?" Curt laughed. "The best!" Then they returned to the bedroom.
"Alright ladies," said Curt. "Get ready. You're going to have some of the best anal sex you ever did see."
"What?" said Stella. "I don't get it."
"You will," said Jack, letting his sheet fall to the floor. His cock hung down limp but greasy. "It's going to be a little party." He grabbed Mrs. Sommer by the wrist. "You first, my sweet old fashioned love. You will do the breaking in honors."
"Now wait a second," said Mrs. Sommer. "I don't know if this is quite right." But Curt grabbed her by the arms and kicked the bedroom door shut. "Stay put, Stella," he said. "Just stay right there. We're going to give your mother a special treat." He held her arms back behind her while Uncle Jack began unbuttoning her blouse. "Look at those lovely mature mammaries," said Jack as he arrived at Verna's open chest. He leaned forward while Jack held her and he kissed her titties. He rolled one nipple between his lips. His tongue caressed the surface of her chest. She blushed loudly and turned crimson from belly to face. "No," she said, "this isn't fair at all." She tried to wiggle free, but her squirming only made her tits that much more attractive to Jack's hot tongue. "Just hold her still for another moment, Curt, and I'll have her boobs sucked up just right." He pulled the nipple into his face and a good portion of breast along with it. He tongued the lovely soft tissue and then rubbed his face between the two heating tits.
"I get it," said Stella. "They're gonna have you.
Both of them and I'm gonna get to watch."
Curt winked at Jack. "That's right, isn't it Jack. She figured it all out."
Jack nodded in agreement. "Stella sure does know us," he said. He unzipped Stella's mother's skirt. He pulled the thing off of her legs. "Now we have to get the panties, my old and faithful lover. And then we'll have ourselves a little eating session, eh?" He pulled her silky drawers down. Her dark beaver was sweating juice even though she was screaming about how unfair it was. He reached down between her healthy lips and pushed his long bony finger into her cunt. Her clitoris was upright and ready for the feel of his finger. He rubbed it and tweaked it and went sliding in and out of her fleshy folds of pussy tissue. "Mmmmm," he said, feeling her up all the way back to the most remote canyon, "she does have a luscious cunt."
Curt turned her around. "What about this, though?" he said to Jack. "Don't you want to get a little feel in there, too?"
"You bet I do," said Jack. "But maybe Stella would like to eat it first."
Stella blushed. "Hey, wait a second ... . " But before she could protest, Jack grabbed her by the wrist. "Get down on it, sweetheart," said Jack, "and eat out mommy's butt hole." He forced her, on the edge of the bed, to bend her face between her mother's ass cheeks. "Now lick," he said.
Stella pretended that her mother's ass-hole was a man's bald butt tube. She worked her tongue up and down the smooth crack. She wet down everything that Jack told her to, and then some. She pushed her tongue into the anus and washed it with her mouth muscle. "Mmmmm," she told her Mom, "it really tastes good, Mom. Maybe they know what they're doing." But then she tried to break away. Jack grabbed her easily. "Nice try, young darlin', but not good enough. Back into Mommy's ass-hole." He pushed Stella's tongue and face into Mrs. Sommer's bunghole. "You'll get yours," cried Mrs. Sommer. "I swear." But she had to admit that the feel of her daughter's tongue up her butt was quite nice and very stimulating. Soon she began to roll her buttocks back and forth around Stella's smooth face. "Ahhhhh," she groaned finally, "I'm getting so fucking hot. It's just not fair, but I'm getting turned on.
Stella looked up. "Me, too, Mom," she said. "Me, too." She buried her face once more in Mrs. Sommer's butt. She licked up and down the groove and then she dove lower. She went for the anus with all her might. She was not pretending when she stuck her long wet narrow muscle up her mother's ass-hole tube. She filled the delicate sphincter with the tip of her tongue and went even deeper. Mrs. Sommer leaned forward, in Curt Wilson's grip, and her ass-hole opened wider. Stella took advantage of the new space and jammed her mouth muscle even further into her mother's sweet ass-hole. The sphincter spread open and long, involuntarily contracting muscles flexed vigorously. "Mmmmmm," hummed Mrs. Sommer. "It's so nice and juicy, darling. I'm sorry that it feels so good. It just does."
"Mom," said Stella, "I love it. Don't worry about a thing." She kept eating out her mother's ass-hole. She licked the fleshy buttocks, the sap producing hole below, and then again she sucked with her lips around the anus and punched it with her long soft tongue. "Nice," said Jack. "Now for something a little more vigorous for your mother. Get the dildo."
"Oh, yes," said Stella. "You would think of that."
"Don't be nasty, child," said Uncle Jack. "Your mother will like it as much as you."
While Stella fetched the dildo, Jack and Curt spread out Mrs. Sommer on the bed. They held her down and spread out her ass-hole. "It's not like I'm a prisoner," she protested their cruel pressure on her arms and legs. "I kind of like this thing, you know."
"Just to be safe," said Curt, "we'll keep holding you. You don't want to squirm away from ecstasy.
We're just helping."
"Just helping," repeated Jack with a smile. "Got the machine, Stella?"
Stella came over with the battery operated dildo. "Put it in full gear," said Curt. "And stuff her."
Stella threw the device into high gear. It whirred loudly. She greased it in her own cunt, something the men hadn't asked for, but in the interest of her mother's save ass-hole, she'd done it anyhow. Then she poked the nozzle, as directed by Curt, into Mrs. Sommer's butt tube. "Give me that," said Curt, holding Stella by the wrist and the dildo in the other hand. "Let me give it to her right." He revolved the anus probe with his hard pressing palm and hand. He shoved it down deep in Mrs. Sommer's butt tube.
"Keerist," she moaned. "It's too fucking much. You have to slow down. Please. Give me breathing time. Please." But Curt just smiled and jammed harder. He rubbed the thing in and out of her butt. The further out he came with the mechanical cock, the deeper down he went when he went back in. "Now," he said, watching Mrs. Sommer squirm, "I think she's getting some real fine anal action there." He rubbed the device in and out so fast and hard that it couldn't help but make Stella, just from watching, crimson with blush. "Hot shit," she said. "Mom's really getting it fucked up her ass-hole."
"Yes," said Jack, "that she is." He took over with the machine. "I'll take care of her for a minute," he told Curt. "You hold onto young Stella there and make sure she doesn't do anything foolish." Jack took the machine in two fists and plunged it full force down Mrs. Sommer's butt. "Ooooh, God shit piss fuck!" she wailed. "You're fucking trying to kill me." He continued to plunge the machine up and down in her ass-hole. "Just another minute more, and you'll be home free," he said. He reached with one hand under her pelvis and came up between the lips of her vagina. "There we are," he said locating her erect clit, "just what the doctor ordered." A minute later, despite the agony of it, Mrs. Sommer was gushing in climax. "Jesus, fuck!" she wailed. "It's turning out good." Jack pulled the mechanical penis out of Mrs. Sommer's shit tube. He rolled his cock up to her butt and penetrated with it. Into the spread meaty sphincter went his cock. He joined his groin with her blushing-pink ass cheeks. "Now just a taste of the real McCoy," he moaned, "and you'll be a free woman, Verna. Remember this?"
He pounded down and his joint went slamming into the most remote portion of her anal cavity. He filled her tube with his real and solidly rigid flesh stick. His fuck penis was driving her wild. She squirmed around on his pole. "Oh, Jesus, yes," she moaned. "I love that rod in my ass-hole," she hollered. "I love it. Give it to me hard, Jack. You know how I like it! Give it to me really hard."
He pumped her with his rigid penis. He gave her as much of his tremendous throbbing organ as he thought she could handle. Then, at the crucial moment for him, he reached around and grabbed her luscious titties. He held on tight and pinched her nipples. He rubbed his dick in and out of her ass pussy. A minute later he was juicing up her butt tube. "Hot fucking damn," she moaned. "Oh, God, keep it coming."
But as soon as Jack finished spurting inside Verna's butt, he pulled his long beef, spent though it was, out of her ass organ and turned to Stella. "Lick your mother's juice off my penis, darling. Please be a good child and clean me up." He grabbed her from Curt who took over in Mrs. Sommer's ass. She didn't even know what had happened. Another cock was flying up her butt tube. She was rotating to her side when his meaty rod slammed her down, nailed her back to the bed again on her belly. "Oh, shit, fuck!" she cried. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Ho, ho, ho," said Curt Wilson. "I don't think I'm doing anything. I know I'm fucking your ass-hole. What do you think you're doing? Ho, ho, ha, ha, ha." He jammed hard. His meat went deep, easily as far into Mrs. Sommer's rump and cylinder of flesh as Jack's had. He pushed and shoved and held onto her trim revolving hips with his strong hands. "Just got to be sure you get the most out of this fuck, baby. Just the most." He began to throb inside Verna's ass-hole. He pushed hard and now his meat was streaming out come, too. He flooded the hot rear box with all his juice. He made sure she was full of jism. Then he yanked his twitching ass-eaten fuck-stick out of her anus and turned to Jack. "My turn in that cunt's mouth," said Curt
"Right you are," said Jack. He pulled his cleaned penis out of young Stella's lovely wet lips and showed the empty space to Curt. "There you go, my man. She's all yours." Curt stepped up to the open orifice and slapped his rod between Stella's young lips. "Suck," he told her. "And lick. And it better be good, too."
She was hot enough, despite the force with which Jack had been banging her face, that she could enjoy Curt's strong meat, too. She rolled her tongue along the surface of the spongy head. She jammed her lips down around the base of the hog. Finally, she used her tongue to lick the underside of Curt's tough meat. She went and kissed his nuts, too, and finally he turned around and showed her his ass-hole. "Get that part too, kid. And you'll be half-way there."
"What do you mean 'half-way'? " balked Stella Sommer. "I thought this was it."
"Ha, ha, ha," said Jack. "That's rich."
Curt smiled and said: "Eat my ass-hole and you'll find out the rest." She leaned forward and tongued his hairy butt hole. She pressed her long wet mouth organ into his ass cheeks. She found his anus and pushed in deep. She reamed him out from stem to stern and before she could say that she was all done, he turned around and picked her up. He flopped her down on the bed on her belly. "What the hell?" she screamed. "I don't know what you think you're doing-"
"Don't you see?" said Mrs. Sommer. "They're going to fuck you, too."
"Well," said Stella, rubbing her titties and starting to sit up, "you guys don't have to be so nasty about it." But before she could turn completely around, Curt had pinned her arms. He sat with his crotch over the nape of her neck, facing her butt. "You go first, Jack. I'll hold her."
"Slide up a bit, my man," said Jack. "I got to have room to get in there." Curt slid up and still held onto young Stella's arms. Jack mounted from the rear. "Oh, yes," he sighed, sliding up Stella's hot little anus hole, "she has such a perfectly contoured butt cave. I can never get over it."
"Oh, God," she groaned. "You're going too deep."
"Never too deep, darling," said Jack. "Remember that. That's Jack's motto: 'Never too deep'. " He pushed his pelvis close to her butt and his cock went sliding in another important inch. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted but there was nothing she could do to have him slow down. Now matter what she screamed, no matter how she squirmed, Jack persisted in penetrating to the bottom of her ass-hole. His spongy mushroom head filled up her most inner anal cavity. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "just fucking right." He reached under her body with his hands and with one hand cupped a lovely pendular titty and with the other rubbed at her clitoris. He felt up her flesh twat and enjoyed every inch of sloppy greasy skin. It was all nice and easy sliding, both for his finger and for his cock in the tight space of her ass-hole-cunt. "Ahhhhh," he sighed eventually, "get ready, my dear. It's going to be a pudding flood in a minute." He jammed hard, pressed down with his muscle, and began to spurt.
"Oh, my fucking Lord," she wailed. "I don't God damn fucking believe that you are..." She took a look in front of her and saw stars. She passed out. When she came too Jack was still pumping jism and his beef into her butt. "Keerist!" she wailed. "Give me a break."
Jack pulled his hog out of her ass-hole. "I think I've shot mine, Curt. You care to go for a dip?"
"Don't mind if I do," said Curt. Had he a hat he would have tipped it. He mounted young Stella. There was no need to hold her down anymore. She was passive, had submitted to the anal fucking. Were she able to speak-and her great passion made this impossible-she'd have told about despite the force how she was enjoying herself. She loved a good hot cock up her anus, and two made it that much better. She braced herself slightly and Curt's penis took over from there.
"Uuuuuuuhh," she grunted, "please go easy. That's all, Curt. Just go easy."
But Curt had no such intentions. He slammed and pounded his hips into her butt tube. His jackhammer butt slapped him forward. His propelling cock went twisting down deep inside young Stella's teenage butt hole twat. "Mmmmm," he hummed, once he was securely in place, "this is just about perfect."
Jack was over in the corner comforting Mrs. Sommer. "Are you o.k., Verna?" She nodded and said: "No thanks to you two." He shook his head. "I thought for sure that you'd enjoy it, dear one. After all, how often is it that you get two of the best anal fucks ever in one day, eh?" He reached for a box of tissues and gave them to her. She wiped her face and then they both looked up and watched Curt finish off Stella's rear end.
"Uuuuhh," he was grunting. "Uuuumph!! " He pumped his beef hard and long. The stroke was powerful, the thrust incredible. He made her ass-hole into a meat sandwich. His beef was the meat, her buns the bread. He spread her cheeks with his hands and dug into the trench with full force. He rubbed her buttocks with the palms of his hands so that every available inch of soft, smooth rump meat was properly rubbed, massaged and folded into place around his penetrating joint.
"Uuuuuhh," grunted young Stella. "It's so fucking large!"
Curt's fat meat struck pay dirt. He entered the bottom anal cavity. Then he released his hold on her smooth ass cheeks and slid his palms around on the front of her pelvis. He arrived with his fingers crawling through her bush. He landed the vaginal lips open. They were greasy and spread easily. He pumped a finger into her cunt and screwed her with it. He fucked her clitoris with his knuckle. Before she could even think about squirming in any direction, he had a hand jammed around the nape of her sweaty neck. He rubbed her face down into the pillow. "Wow," he said, "you're good, honey. Really good."
She tried to pull away and this motion only served to stimulate his cock more than ever. He rubbed and pumped deep. Her anus was swollen with fat prick beef. She couldn't move. He screwed her hard and long. His flesh prong tacked her solidly to the bed. She thought she could feel the head of his meat coming out her throat. Her bowels burned and itched with the feel of his long flesh sword nailing her into oblivion.
"Uuuuuhh, God!" she screamed. "It's too fucking much!"
He pumped harder. He throbbed. His meat twitched. She felt him begin to swell with desire. His jism was about to pound out and down into her anal cavity. He lifted up and let her squirm. She rolled her long tubular anal muscle across his phallus. He started pulsing.
The tremendous load of jism flooded her bowels. She rolled right and left, finally in ecstasy to feel her ass-hole loose with new sticky juice. She felt every squirt of hot come loading up her bowels. It was a long, full wad of come that puddled inside her body, in her anal cavity. His meat continued to throb. She rocked and rolled and contracted her sphincter so as to milk the thickest portion of his hefty wedge. "Uuuuhhh," she groaned. "Oh, God, fucking-a!! " She squirmed and the meaty flesh, rigid as ever, fired off yet another sperm bullet. "Oh, Keeerist!" she hollered. "Curt, I love you. I love your fucking ass, man. I love you when you fill me with beef in my rump. Man, I love you forever for this." She reached back and played with his hot nuts while he finished dumping his semen juice load in her ass-hole cavern.
When it was all over Curt Wilson yanked his rod from the shit tube. "There you have it," he said. "Just the anal fuck you were looking for, baby doll. From both of us."
Curt looked up over at Jack, Uncle Jack, and he saw that Mrs. Sommer's long lost lover had his finger up her ass-hole. She sat on his hand and she was telling Jack how much she loved him, how the day's sex had taught her a lesson. She was telling him that anything he did up her ass-hole was going to be wonderful, that she would always love him. Jack was using his one free hand to play with Mrs. Sommer's fine long mammaries. He was tweaking one of the nipples and rubbing the breast. He started milking it and smiling. "Yes," he had to admit, "it was a rather successful day as far as anal sex was concerned. And as for you and our love, my dear. I'll never forget the feel of your wonderful tight ass-hole around my hog."
Curt snorted: "Mush. Nothing but mush," Stella grabbed him around the neck. "It's not so bad," she said. She pulled him down on top of her. "I like to hear that kind of thing myself every once in a while." She stuffed his mouth with her tongue. "Not me," said Curt, pulling away. "I like hot anal sex and I like pumping my meat up a good tight shit hole. Other than that, you can have it."
"Well," said Stella, "let me see your dick." She pushed him up off her body and found her way into his crotch. She had him on his back. She pushed his juice covered penis into her mouth. She licked the head and the mushroom crown in particular. She worked over the stem and the base, but she went back and concentrated especially on the sensitive red tip. Then she smacked her lips off his wet joint and said: "If you really like anal fucking that much, I think you should shove this thing you know where right now!"
Curt smiled. "You bet, honey," he said. "You bet your ass I will!" He flipped her over on her smooth hips. He took one look at her long smooth comely legs and reached up to her buttocks. He spread the ass cheeks wide apart. He could see her juicy anus. He pulled up close to the entrance and slid his thick joint down the tube. "Uuuuuuuhhh," grunted Stella Sommer, "that thing is bigger than ever!"
"It certainly is," noted Uncle Jack in response to
Mrs. Sommer who had said the same thing about his erect penis. "Don't you think it's time I stuffed you up again, my darling?" She smiled and turned around. She showed him her lovely contoured moon globes which he found irresistible. He picked up his meat, split her ass in two, and plunged, with one long thrust down deep inside the splendid orifice. The sphincter spread open to accommodate his thick fuck-stick, and long, smooth muscles went to Work milking the hot come out of his joint. It was the end, and the beginning, too, of their fabulous Anal Reunion.
