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.
Susan, for her part, wasn't really looking at the miscellaneous additions. She was wondering if Jack would come through for her, would plow her asshole they way she'd wanted it all along.
"You know, Jack," she said, accepting the drink from him, "I was wondering just now if we were going to be able to get it on the way we want to or not."
"We can try," said Jack, setting down his drink. He leaned forward and kissed his former-present wife on the cheek. She kissed him back on the lips. "I think," she said, "we're starting off in the right direction, anyhow."
"Yeah," said Jack. He ran his hand up under her blouse. "That's nice," he said, feeling her taut nipples. "I bet you keep them up just in case, eh?"
"Sure," she said. She leaned forward and undid the buttons on his shirt. She wanted to get started quickly, just to make sure than in case things didn't work out she'd still have time tomake the night worthwhile.Jack responded coolly. He helper her remove the shirt. Soon they were both nude and sitting on the couch. Jack remembered and refreshed his memory about his wife's lovely tits. The nipples were big and read and the soft pools of brown flesh surrounding them were soft and heated. "Mmmmmm," she said as he applied his lips to one tit, "that's nice, Jack."
"I know about what you might want me to do," said Jack. "I's like to try it, too."
"Good," she said. "I think it means a lot to me that you want to give it a try anyhow. Even if it doesn't work out." She smiled and asked. "Do you have anything to maybe ease the pain?"
"Sure," he said. He brought out the tube of lubricant that he now kept in a drawer near the couch. "Here we go," he said.
His wife took the position on hands and knees. "Grease me up, Jack," she said.
"We may as well get going." She still didn't believe that he was going to satisfy her this way. They'd argued about it often before that it seemed like a dream come true to her that he was actually going to fuck her up the asshole.
He smiled because he knew what she was thinking.
He greased up his cock and then spread a healthy amount of the grease along her asscrease. The spreading buttocks looked red and a bit tired. But Jack's cock was somewhat used, too, so he shouldn't really complain. He smiled and threw the grease aside.
Susan looked him over. "You're not very hard."
"I know," he said simply. "Will you help me?"
She smiled and reached around to take his dick. Then she slid her hand under it and played lightly with the firming cock. She gently pulled and tugged on the erect penis. When she grew a little bored of manipulating the cock itself, she worked down to his nuts. there she ran a finger around each ball and up in Jack's asshole. He turned for her.
"You know," she said, investigating his bunghole, "as long as we knew each other you were never so gentle and accepting of my love as you are tonight."
"I was a fool," said jack. The next thing he knew he could feel a long narrow tongue, his wife's, Susan's, sliding up into his asshole. His sphincter muscle expanded to give her room to move in. She slurped at his crack and then drilled downwards, searching out his anus muscle and the cavity below. she found the going relatively easy now and it looked that the ream would be successful.
"Wow," said Jack Bender, "that's really good, Susan."
"I'm glad you like that," she said, coming up for air. She rubbed her hands along the inside of his legs. The she slid down and applied her active and talented tongue to the proper target. She dove for the shit canyon below and lodged her long mouth muscle within the circumference of the circle of fleshy tight sphincter.
"Whoa!" shouted Jack. "That's really good."
She reached around and took his greased cock with her long fingers. His asshole squirmed with delight as her tongue applied pressure to the bunghole within, and his cock throbbed in ecstasy as her hands rubbed his shaft and nuts to a perfect sexual pitch. "Mmmmmm." she hummed in his asscrease, "I can tell you're getting good and ready."
She worked on him like a professional. Within a few strokes she'd brought his cock to a new strong thrusting stiffness while she'd continued to eat out and ream his shithole. "Mmmmmm," hummed Jack. "Baby, I love you."
He turned around and took a good hold on the firm nipples. He tweaked one and sucked the other. She crawled with goose flesh. Her spine tingled with the mouth watering treatment applied to her breasts. The big full titties jiggled and bounced as Jack gave them his all. He slid down Susan's belly and ended up over her snatch.
"Will you eat me a little?" she said. "Before you plow my asshole?"
"Whatever you want, babe," he said calmly. He dropped down into her pussy. His hands went automatically into her asshole at the same time. Thus he'd managed to stick in his tongue, into her pussy, and to plug her hole, her asshole, with his fingers. She squirmed in delight, crying: "Rub. Rub hard."
He stuck his finger into her shit canyon. He wanted to make sure she properly prepared for the huge cock that would soon be steaming in her crater. His tongue licked the vigorously juicing surface of her small clit meat. The slippery sensitized flesh bounced to attention and it was an easy matter for him to apply the full length of his nibbling lips to her fine little prick-meat. Soon he had her going at full speed, moaning and groaning while he twirled his finger in her asshole.
"Oh, God, Jack," she wailed, "I wish we'd never been apart. It's so terrible not to be near you. I hate myself for for not having you around all the time."
He jammed his prick-like finger harder up her asshole. She wailed with passionate delight to have his digit probing her bunghole. "Yee Gods," she cried, "give it to me, Jack. Rub."
He rubbed vigorously at her pussy. Her clitmeat responded like a small animal.
There was a bounce and a pulse formthe littlemeat andthe juice flowed plentifully. Jack smiled and jammed his finger, twirled it between the soft creamy asshole cheeks.
"Soon," he said, "it's going to be time to fuck that hole, you know."
"Please!" she said. "The sooner the better."
That was all the stimulus Jack needed. He slid his tongue out of her pussy and dropped his finger from her asshole. He pushed her onto her belly and fell between her legs. "Are you ready, baby?"
"Yeah," grunted Susan. "Give it to me,Jack. Make it last forever."
Jack slid his cock shaft along the greased groove. she opened her iris muscle as though it were a miniature eyeball. The circle of flesh smiled at him, winked. He stuffed it with a finger, just to be sure he had the range. Then he slid his cock once more between thecreamy buttocks.
She rose automatically, involuntarily, like a pneumatic lift, to her hands and knees. There she began to wave her fanny in his face. "Cone on," she pleaded,
"stuff it up good."
"Yeah," said Jack. "But the longer you wait the better it'll be."
"Mmmm," she groaned as his cock slid along the outside of her volatile canyon.
He reached around with his hands and buried his middle finger in her pussy.
"Finger fuck me," she said. "Rub hard." He did so. "Ooooooh."
He slid his mushroom head to the gate of her shityard. "Here we go, honey," he said. "Get ready."
She took a good firm grip on the arm of the couch. She held on so tight that her nails dug into the fabric. He lifted his big mushroom head like a ramrod, weighted for crashing doors, and slammed his prick into her hole. The head slid into the delicate entrance, stuck slightly in the iris muscle which had contracted severely, and then plowed down deep. He drilled her anus cavity and landed his cock half-way into her butt.
"Oh, God, shit!" she yelled. "You're so damn big, Jack!"
"All the better to fuck you," he said. He showed no mercy. He jumped onto her fanny with everything he had. His cock nudged forward, inched like a caterpillar into the small space. He looked like an earthworm seeking shelter.
"Fuck me hard, Jack. Don't fuck around, give it to me."
He had no idea how much her asshole could take. He assulted her faster and faster. Slowly but sure his dick worked its way into the narrow shit space.
Soon he had traveled the distance. His cock was as far into her bunghole as he imagined it would go.
"It's not enough, Jack," she cried. "Give me more." Her knuckles had turned white. Her fanny cheeks were red and sore. Her iris muscle had been so severely attacked that it had probably stretched out permanently. But she begged for more: "Fuck me harder there, Jack. My asshole is empty. I'm begging you, give me more."
He pounded with his hips. His groin smacked like clapping hands against her creamy buttocks. And still she begged for more. He worked hard to slide his dick betweenthe buttocks, to bury the entire phallus in her volcanic hole.
"Fucking-A!" her cried. "What do you want from me?" He slid his hands around in front of her and took hold of her clit. He rubbed the little piece of meat as softly and firmly as he could. He made sure that it was erect and that there was plenty of juice easing out, too. He shoved hard with his fingers, and pushed with his prick.
Finally, there was some sort of break-through. Her asshole opened a notch wider, her shit canyon widened, her cheeks flapped back and away. jack Bender filled the breach.
"Oh, yiow!" cried Susan. "That's too fucking much now!"
Jack plowed hard.
"No, stop!" she cried. "Jack, please stop!"
He could not stop if he wanted to. She had to remember this fuck up the asshole if their marriage was to last. He had to give her more of his cock than he'd ever before supplied any woman. He wanted her to know what lengths he would travel to keep her. She reared up under the terrific pressure of his pleasure giving member and she yelled: "No more! Please! No more!" He did not stop.
"Oh, God! No." Her asshole sweat out a steady stream of perspiration. She could feel his groin slapping against her creamy soft buttocks. Her tits bounced for side to side so violently, so quick was his movement. They began to ache, too, with the forceful fucking that so shook her body.
"No, shit!" she called. She started to pass out, but then, all of sudden Jack had located the perfect angle. In that instant the fucking up Susan Bender's asshole changed from painful to gratifying, from terrifying to terrific. All of asudden she hadexactly what shewanted. "Oooooooh," she moaned. "That's it!"
He said: "Good, baby, good. Now you've got it, eh?" He jammed his pecker harder and faster. None of it hurt his wife. She took it all in. His meat was totally buried in her burning cunt-like bunghole. She loved the feel now, she had what she wanted: her husband's sword ripping her buttocks and her anal cavity to shreds.
"Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "Give it to me good, Jack!" She ground her hips into his groin. Her asshole sweated out the grease along his massive cock shaft.
There was no stopping either of them now. It was the fuck that they'd waited six months for. And it was working to bring them back together.
"Oh, God, Jack," she cooed, "I love you. I love that monster prick of yours in my hole. Everything that happened was my fault."
"No," said Jack, shoving his cock and sliding it into a crevice that he'd not yet seered with his flaming sword prick, "it was my fault." He jabbed her with his pecker.
"Maybe it was both of us," said Susan Bender, rocking her hips in order to give him more pleasure in her asshole. "Who knows. It doesn't make any difference now that we're together again."
He shove hard. His cock buried down deep. "Are you ready for the final thing?" he asked her.
"You know I am," she said. "Give it to me!"
He smiled and slugged her butt with his cock. The jism spilled out of the head of his prick and ran upwards along her colon, deep into her sucking bowels. She couldn't have stopped the hot juice from flowing if her life depended on it. He pumped steadily, as if he hadn't had a piece of ass in a year. His jism shot upwards, like a stream of hot lava. There was no way that she could not succumb to the terrific gushing in her asshole.
"Oooooh." She opened her canyon wide. Suddenly she was no longer in proud possession her tight little hole. It was all his. Everything belonged to Jack, her asshole, her cunt, her tits, all of her body was a pulsing mass of orgasmic fluid that he could mold or shape or crush if he wanted to. Her own thick fluid poured from her twat. Jism was everywhere. Jack pulled out of her asshole and shot the remainder of his come up and down her back. She juiced and continued to pulse. He rammed his finger up her pussy and felt th gushing contracting muscles go instantly to work. Her clit throbbed entirely of its own accord.
There was no stopping her. She was coming like a Chinese firecracker.
"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. "Shit me around!" She turned around and grabbed her husband toward her. She rubbed her tits up and down his body. To make sure, she took his cock and slammed her pussy onto it. She squeezed every last drop of jism out of him.
When they were through, Jack rolled over and off of Susan. She came to him, however, and pushed him onto his belly. She ran her tongue up and down his ass crease. She drilled the space with saliva and licked up the loose hairs and fecal matter. She made sure that his asshole was so completely reamed that he could never complain.
Then she leaned down to his spent cock. She licked the flesh of the meaty shaft, the balls below, and the she kissed his loins. When she came back to his mushroom head and discovered yet another drop of brackish come and fecal matter, she took that, too, and swallowed hard, making sure to get him as clean as a whistle. "Jack," she moaned between swallows, "that's delicious. You fucked me just the way I like it. You know?" She licked up and down his rod, made sure that he was properly cleansed. then she gently kissed his balls and lay back with her head on his shoulder.
"I think everything's going to be alright," she said.
"At last," said Jack. "This ass fucking is the thing that saved, me you know."
"Me, too," she said. "I can't wait until you get a nice firm prick hard-on again, Jack" Her creamy tits shook with delight, just from thinking about having his cock reaming out her asshole again. "You know, I think I can come every time like that."
"Good," said jack. He was watching his wife's titties spring up to attention.
It looked like she'd be ready soon. She swung around and sat down near his cock. "You want me to suck you off again?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. She licked the sides of his cock, pulled his meat into her mouth, and sucked.
"Ooooooh," creamed Jack. "Another five minutes and I'll be ready to make another dent in your ass."
"Yeah, baby," said Susan Bender. "We're gonna have some life together now, aren't we?" She went down on his cock and felt the thing get hard. An itch started up in her asshole, deep in her bowels where she knew Jack, her husband, and now, her lover, would soon scratch her into orgasm.
"You bet we are," said Jack Bender, pulling his stiff meat out of her face and throwing her onto her hands and knees again. He spread her asshole cheeks apart and stuffed her bunghole full with his hot meat. "You bet we are!"