"Ahhhh," grunted Howard, "this is the kind of fuck that's worth having a few times a day."
"Try four," said Susan.
"You're kidding," he said, aghast that she was able to stand so much fucking in the asshole. "How do you do it?"
"With my butt," she said, calm and deliberately. "I like it so much that I want to get as much cock up there as possible."
"Good for you," said Howard. He decided to take Susan's butt seriously. He jacked up his prick and started to drill for oil. She writhed in total ecstasy.
"Rub, Howard," she wailed. "Rub hard."
He prodded her pussy and her asshole in a kind of alternating cadence. First the asshole would get a surge of hot meat, then the cunt would get two fingers rubbing down the clit and environs.
"Good rub there, Howard. Keep it up."
He was amazed at her incredible composure. Deciding that she hadn't had enough penetration, he thrust his massive experienced hips forward. Now she knew he was getting close to filling her.
"Yikes," she cried. "That's hot!"
"Yes," said Howard. "And long, too." With that he shot his meat the rest of the distance. He'd buried the whole hog in her now.
"Ugh," she complained. "it's getting a little full the there, Howard. Do you think-"
She never had a chance to finish her question. His response, however, would most likely have been the same: an explosive downward push landing his cock totally within her anal cavity.
"Oooooooh." She wiggled to escape. Howard latched onto her firmly. His hand on her neck his arm around her waist, she didn't have a chance. His huge phallus wandered in her anal cavity until he located the perfect crevice and a delightful angle. Then he began to jiggle his rod, like a trout fisherman teasing out the prey, and his mushroom head exploded.
"Ooooooh, fuck!" she moaned. "That's it!"
His jism floated into a place where she thought she could feel the flow of a hot lava river inside her bowels. In fact, it was Howard Goddard's incredible semen making a trough for itself to run through her belly. Up and away floated the strange river of come, into her willing and sucking gut. Her iris muscle clamped down and took as much of the juice as the source would supply. she wanted it all and then some. Howard wasn't about to stop her from trying to get it, either.
"And you, my dear?" he asked simply. But his question, too, fell on deaf ears.
Susan had begun to shoot off. Her rolling pelvis and big gasps, her wailing, all portended the orgasm she now entered. Her hips rocked this way and thatandherjuiceflowedeasilyfrom her open finger-fucked channel.
"Ahhhhh," she cried, "There it is!" The juice poured and her muscles sucked on the big phallus at her rear.
"Mmmm," hummed Howard, as the juice flowed out of his cock. She was sucking things from him that he didn't know he had.
When it was over, Howard rolled his prick from side to side. He slid out of the cunt-like orifice in Susan's rear. the buttocks flapped close, between Howard's knees, and his cock hung limp like a piece of dripping spaghetti.
"Nice," said Susan. "Very, very nice." She rolled onto the floor, a heap of spent flesh.
Chapter 11
Jack Bender finished off with the red-headed, red bushed Linda at Sandy Cliff and started out in search of lovely Dawn, his ride home. He crossed the Sandy Cliff grounds and ran smack into Dawn's farewell to the tall blond she'd so wanted to fuck. Once they'd said goodbye, Jack took Dawn bye the arm and said:
"Let's get our clothes and get out of here. Believe it or not I'm supposed to meet my wife in twenty minutes.
Dawn smiled her deep and mysterious smile and followed jack into the Sandy Cliff dressing room. They checked out and picked Dawn's sports car. On the open road Jack explained the importance of the up and coming meeting with his wife:
"You see, Dawn, six months ago Susan and I couldn't get it on. Most of the time we didn't know what it was. We decided on a six month reprieve. But now she says she knows what makes her have orgasms. And I've been practicing myself, sending it up all the assholes I could find. So tonight, if it works out, Susan and I will probably get back together again."
"Wow," said Dawn, shifting gears on her car and pulling them through a hair-pin curve, "this is an important meeting!"
When they hit the local beach, Dawn made a point of driving directly by the Pier Side Club. In the back of her mind she wanted a chance meeting with the lifeguard, Jerry, who'd so thoroughly plowed her asshole earlier that day. Not that she didn't like Jack, but after all, he was looking forward to a meeting with his wife.
Sure enough, as they passed the entrance to the Pier Side Club, Dawn noticed that Jerry was sitting on the steps outside. She screeched the car to a stop and yelled out the window: "Waiting for someone?"
At first Jerry didn't recognize Dawn, mostly because he couldn't see past Jack who sat in the window seat. But when he did, he raced to the other side of the card and said: "Hey, I was just thinking about you."
"And I about you, too." said Dawn. She gave another of her lovely smiles. "Why not join us?"
"Right," said Jerry. He climbed into the back seat and the threesome were on their way to Jerry's. It was ten till eight, ten minutes before the big rendezvous.
Neither Jack nor Jerry knew that the other of them fucked Dawn's asshole. She played if fairly cool and kept the conversation on Jack's plan to get together with his wife. "By the way," she said, as they pulled up at Jack Bender's apartment, "what's your wife's name?"
"Susan," said Jack. "Susan Bender."
Jerry's face went white. "Susan Bender?"
"Yes, you know her?" asked Jack.
"Oh, ah, no, I mean, ah, not exactly. Just casually. You know." The fact of the matter, of course, was that Jerry had fucked Susan the night before. And the other fact was that Jerry, the man in front of him must have been the man Susan said wouldn't fuck her up the asshole. Jerry's face returned to a normal color as he tried to think quickly about how to avoid a confrontation.
"Why don't you come in?" said Jack. "Susanloves company, if she's still the same girl I knew six months ago."
"I don't know," said Dawn, "how good an idea that would be."
Just then Susan pulled up in her car. She'd left Howard Goddard asleep on her living-room floor, showered, dressed and left the house just in the nick of time to make the eight o'clock appointment.
"Hello, Jack," she called out, not seeing Jerry in the back seat of the car yet. "Well," she said, as she came up to the sportscar and saw Dawn. "who's this?"
All of a sudden she looked in the back seat. She blushed a deep red and said casually to Jerry: "Hello."
Jerry smiled and blushed himself. The Dawn suggested, "Well, I guess you two want to be alone."
"I suppose so," said Jack, getting out of the car. He came around to the other side of the car and took Susan by the arm. "See everybody later! Bye!"
"See ya," said Dawn. "Maybe at Sandy Cliff."
"So long," said Jerry, climbing up to the front seat. He slid a hand down Dawn's long dark thigh and smiled. "Going my way?"
"I think so," said Dawn. She smiled and shoved the stick into gear. The car raced backwards, skid left, and then shot forward away from Jack Bender's house.
Inside Jack was preparing drinks. "You know," said Susan, "I have not been with you so long that it's like being out with a stranger."
"I know," said Jack. "But it's fun, too. More fun than with strangers." He watched his wife's ass wiggled around the room as she inspected the new acquisition to her former home. She had smooth buns, but it looked good on her.
He wondered if her asshole would be as easy as Dawn's of Linda's or Cheryl's and Cindy's. Or maybe she would be tight.