Sue Bender dozed on the livingroom couch. The fucking with Carla and Nick had left her exhausted. But more than tired, no matter what she told either of them, she remained unsatisfied. WhenCarla andNick hadfinally left, together, Sue tried to nap.
But it didn't work. She had an itch in her cunt and a twitch in her asshole. It wasn't the kind of thing she would have told anybody but she admitted to herself that she remained horny.
At first she tried sending her finger roving in her own asshole. But the stimulation was second rate, at best. She needed a big cock in there, and she wanted it soon.
She tried massaging her slit, thinking that perhaps a quick little tug on her clit would get her off. But she knew from months of experience in her married life with Jack that such prodding and fucking never really worked. Finally, in a last desperate move, she whipped out her telephone book and dialed the number of a man she'd seen once or twice while she was married.
To her surprise, Howard Goddard answered the phone immediately. "Howard," shesaid. "Remember me?Susan Bender?"
"No, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I do," said the husky male voice at the other end of the line.
"Maybe if I tell you," suggested Susan, "that I was the one who wanted something special?"
"Of course," said Howard. "How could I forget." Then, in a lusty whisper, he asked: "Is that asshole of yours as tight and juicy as ever?"
"How would you like to find out for yourself?" answered Susan.
"When?"
"Now."
"I'll be right over." The phone went dead. Susan hung up her end of the line and headed for the bathroom. In front of the mirror she inspected her passionate body. The fine lines of her full tits were round and curvy. The nipples were erect, merely because she was thinking how nice it was going to be to have a professional cock shot up her bunghole. While she thought about Howard's dick coming shooting up her asshole her cunt began to pulse.
She quickly massaged her clit with a few deft strokes. The big piece of cunt meat slid back and forth neatly under her accurately stimulating index finger.
Soon the juice flowed -plentifully and she wondered of she even needed Howard Goddard at all. But she decided, painfully, to put off masturbating herself until Howard arrived.
She hopped into the shower singing a pleasant little tune. While she soaped her soft belly and breasts, she hummed "Mares Eat Oats." When she arrived at her asshole she switched to "Beautiful Dreamer." And when she did her cunt, she sang word to "Chattanooga Choo-Choo."
She dried herself off in front of the mirror and made sure tocover herlovely bodywith allsorts of effervescent aromas. She sprayed her underarms and her crotch, used a bit of powder on her nose and finally slipped into a one piece dress. She wore no underwear nor did she use a bra. She combed her long dark hair into place. Then she took a seat in the livingroom and waited for the door bell to ring. sure enough, a few minutes later, Howard Goddard knocked and entered Susan Bender's apartment. "It's been a while," he said, closing the door behind him.
"It sure has," said Susan. She was thinking of her hollow asshole soon to be filled by Howard's gigantic cock. "I missed you." She came off the couch and pressed her body against his in warm embrace and hug.
He leaned forward and kissed her somewhat formally on the cheek. "Mmmm," he said. "It's good to see you, Susan."
"It seems like only yesterday," said Susan Bender. She led Howard to the couch by holding into his hand. He slid next to her. His hand landed gracefully, and as Susan expected, in her long thigh.
"I like it when you touched me that way a few months ago," she said. "Why'd you disappear?"
Howard furrowed his brow. He had dark features and spoke with aplomb. His eyebrows were heavy and they went up and down like little plastic curves on string when he spoke. "Well, you know, Susan, I didn't think you wanted to risk your marriage just then."
"We separated," said Susan. She put her hand on Howard's thigh. "I don't expect," she said, lying through her teeth, "that I'll ever see Jack again."
"Oh," said Howard. "In one way I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be," said Susan. She immediately put her hand down into Howard's crotch.
"You see, Howard, now that I'm alone I'm much more of the woman I've always wanted to be."
"I see," said Howard. "That's good." He watched Susan's hand tour his crotch.
She grabbed at the bulge in his trousers and dropped her other hand into the battle for exposure. In another minute she had Howard's cock sticking out of his pants. She'd pulled down the fly on his pants and had securely located Mr.
Goddard's prick in her right fist. She squeezed, trying to milk the blood up into the blooming hot mushroom head, and now was dropping her face into the tip.
"You ready for this?" asked Susan.
"Of course, dear," said Howard. Still maintaining his distance, he stole a look at her long legs. Then he dropped his hands around her arched back-she'd bent over his crotch-and reached down into the exposed groove at her asshole. His cock slid neatly down her throat.
"Mmmmm," they both hummed.
"You haven't forgotten your old touch, I see."
"No," said Howard. "Certainly not." He smiled and pulled her dress up over her head. "There's the lovely lady I've been wanting to see."
He cupped her tits with both hands, and, smiling, took to teasing the nipples into place. One shot up immediately. the other, reluctantly, shy, waited a moment. But then, with careful coaxing and an application of Howard's gentle fingers, the second titty nipple shot up, like a sky rocket. He puckered his lips. "Mmmm, my dear," he cooed, "I'm going to give you a special little tonguing. Just something to make you twitter all over."
Susan Bender laughed and giggled. She loved the way Howard Goddard carried on, as if her were some kind of old-fashioned fop or gigolo. "Mmmm," she said, "one thing that might help me twitter, as you put it, would be to be a naked man smiling at me."
"But of course," said Mr Goddard. He removed his glasses and his shirt and coat. Smiling his demure smile, he took off his trousers, too. Then his shoes and socks, and, finally, his underwear. "There you have it my dear," he muttered, somewhat less confident in the nude that in his clothes, "the real Howard Goddard."
"I like the real Howard Goddard," said Susan. She ran her fingertips up along Howard's chest. He didn't have a chance to refuse her tender massage. He watchedher delicate small hands go to work on his belly. She slid down onto her knees and applied her succulent lips to the task of sucking him into total passion. His cock flapped upwards with just a touch from her fingers. He flew off in every direction at once, shaking and wiggling. When he settled down, his prick was as stiff as a steel poker, as strong as the most durable plastic. A single large vein pumped up and down in a bulbous portion of itself and then continued forward, disappearing below the heady rim of his mushroom tip, there perhaps to deliver the hot blood necessary to complete the perfect boner.
"Mmmm," hummed Susan. She watched the prick pulse. His meaty shaft made Howard one of Susan's favorite choices for an afternoon ass read. He had a way about him. No matter how much puncturing proved necessary, Howard always made the chore seem easy. She remembered the very first time that she'd met him and suggested the she be fucked up the asshole. He refused, of course, but later fingered her a bit. They met on other occasions, but never had she submitted herself to what she considered the final insult. Never, that is, until today.
Now, as both of them knew full well, Susan would allow Howard all the freedom he wanted from her asshole and if that were not enough for him, then she would find some other way to satisfy him.
She went down on his cock. The mushroom head fit neatly between her lips and she made sure to rub gently the undersideandthetopsideofthat gorgeous meaty flower-like prick head. Her tongue wet down the satin skin and her lips took care of everything else. When she'd stimulated him to a new an easy high, she then applied her mouth to the task. She filled her oral cavity with the man's long thick meat. The thing extended easily into her throat. She cupped her lips on the shaft and determined to make him as hard as she possibly could. She estimated that the fucking itself would take no longer than a few seconds if in fact Howard's monstrous cock had been carefully manipulated into the right shape and, of course, it goes without saying, the proper strength.
With this in mind, she took care to stretch his penis lengthwise in front of her actively sucking lips. She went down the side of his cock the way a hungry midwesterner eats a corn cob. She cleaned him of the kernels that might otherwise have been left intact. When she'd nibbled away and his boner seemed to hum with special intensity, she took the big prick out from between her lips and slid just her tongue up and down the length of the shaft. She made sure to give it a good licking. She concentrated next on the balls. There she sucked first one and then the other into her face. But what turned her on the most was the opportunity to got to work on his fine narrow ass crease. She had him turned over on the couch and ready to be reamed in no time at all. His belly hadn't even hit the sofa when Susan landed her tongue deep into his ass groove.
"Ooooooh, God," cried Howard Goddard. "Susan, I don't remember you being quite so active a fucker when I last met you."
"No," she said, "I have changed somewhat. I'm glad that you noticed." Wit that simple comment, she drove her face between his buttocks and took special care to drill her tongue into the small hole further in.
"Ahhhhh," moaned Howard Goddard, "and I thought it was you in need of me and not the other way around." He laughed out loud as her tongue tickled his bunghole. With the waving of his hips, Susan recognized that Goddard was sufficiently turned on. She also realized that at any minute now he might turn into the horny expatriate of the bunghole and slam her anus hole in half with his huge penis. She was almost wishing that he would when he said: "You know, Susan, I'm not sure why you called me here today. After all, you certainly do seemed liberated and ready for all the sex you can get. I don't think that it should be some sort of a problem for you to get all the fucking you want wherever and whenever you want it. Do I make my question clear?"
"Quite," she said. "Forget it." She pounded her tongue deep into Howard Goddard's asshole. Soon she had him bouncing and complaining that he wanted more than she was giving. She knew that that was some sort of clue. She sat up out from between his legs.
"Now me, Howard. It's only fair."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." She lay down on the carpet and then did a half-push-up, onto her hands and knees. The older man smiled as he inspected the crate of moon flesh.He approached her like a cat concentrating on a tasty morsel just out of his reach.
He dove for the crotch groove. He wanted to make her anus explode like a volcano. He would stick his TNT cock into her cliffside and blow her up. He straddled her legs. This of course pushed her buttocks close together and made the tiny entrance even smaller.
"Howard," she asked, "what are you doing?"
"I always like a challenge," he said. "Don't you know that Sue?"
She laughed and bid him get on with the task. She wiggled her asscheeks as a sign that he should begin. He rubbed the moonshaped orbs of spherical flesh at the ends of her cheeks. Then his palms traveled upwards in gentle circles.
"So gentle?" she queried.
"For the time being," he said. "Just until we really get going."
"Howard," she commented, "I'm am really going. Please?"
"Alright, my dear." He slid one hand into the groove and parted the closed cheeks. Below was the hole itself. He probed it open with a quick stiff finger.
Her anus muscle expanded to twice its normal size. He could see the grooved piece of muscle straining to close. But before he would allow such a disaster to occur, he lifted his cock into place. The mushroom head divided the tight pieces of her ass flesh even more. Into the breach he shot his canon. The prick jerked froward of its own accord and Howard Goddard had landed his phallus in Susan Bender's asshole.
"Harrrruuuuumph," she wailed. "You did it!"
"Of course, my dear," said Howard. He slid his arm around her waist and traveled into her clit space. He found the juicy morsel of flesh ready and willing, twitching with anticipation. He stuffed her pussy with two long fingers and then sought to concentrate on just the piece of penis-cunt. The thing went flapping wildly as Howard rubbed Susan close to orgasmic ecstasy.
"Ahhhh," she cried. "Howard, you do have your ways!" She smiled in her asshole and the opening spread. He took advantage of the found space, stuffed it full of hot meat. "Crud!" cried Susan, "you don't leave a girl much choice."
"Never," said Howard. "They don't always know what to do with it. Why take the chance?" With that he poked her even harder. Her ass rolled around and around his meat moved quickly and accurately to stimulate her long channel. His fingers continued to work successfully on her pussy, too. She throbbed with anticipation of her coming. Soon, she knew, she would spread juice all over Howard, and he, too, would flood her with his hot jism.
"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.