An Anal Enthusiast Hones in on His Wife’s Favorite Spot

This entry is part 4 of 14 in the series 2013 Jan

When Janie stood up from her chair, I couldn’t help but notice the big, juicy wet spot she’d left behind. She always sits on a pale blue velvet cushion while she works, and the dark circle of moistness was clearly evident to me. Janie, however, seemed oblivious, heading off to the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. She hadn’t noticed me standing quietly in the doorway. My curiosity piqued, I went to her computer to snoop. I was interested to discover what she’d been writing that had so aroused her. I wasn’t completely surprised to discover that she hadn’t been working at all. She’d been surfing porn, and her most recent site remained up on the computer screen.

Oh, my sweet girlfriend. Anal again?

When Janie returned with her coffee, I was already naked with a bottle of lube in hand. Janie looked momentarily shocked. She hadn’t expected me to find her out, I think. I’d been doing yard work all morning, and then taken a lengthy shower. There was no reason for her to expect me to wander into her office or find out her secret.
“Bill . . . ” she said tentatively.

“Janie,” I responded, looking from her to the computer to her again.

She seemed to assess the situation for what it was: I was going to make the movie on the screen come true for her. She set down her coffee, and then she stripped, too, and stared at me expectantly.
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EVERYONE WINS WHEN SERENA’S ASS IS ON THE LINE

This entry is part 3 of 14 in the series 2013 Jan

I happened to like my wife’s cushy tush—very much, in fact. It was her idea to put some parameters on her snacking. I was just happy to help.

“I need to have consequences when I’m eating mindlessly,” she’d murmured in the mirror as she examined the ass I dearly loved—and lusted after—on a regular basis. “Like a little shock or a penalty.”

“I personally love your ass,” I informed her.

“You’re not taking me seriously.”

I watched her fingers push at that tender, plump skin and got an idea. She’d never go for it, but I could try.

“How about every time I catch you mindlessly snacking, you get a spanking?”

Her big green eyes turned my way, and I thought I saw a flicker of a smile. “For real?”

“For real,” I said, my cock getting hard just hearing the hopeful tone of her voice.

“And what if that doesn’t work?”

I put my head back, pretending to think. But I already knew what I was going to say. “How about if I catch you four times, I get to fuck that sweet ass.”

“You think it’s sweet,” Serena asked softly, eyeing herself in the mirror. She was blushing, which meant I’d need to fuck her immediately.
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Backdoor Surprise

This entry is part 2 of 14 in the series 2013 Jan

Hi, honey, I’m home!” My husband’s jocular greeting preceded the sound of the front door closing and his footsteps in the hall. He was in for an interesting surprise.

Eric and I generally get home from work at about the same time, but that day I left half an hour early to make sure I would be home first. I took a shower and put on my sexiest underthings—lacy bra, garter belt, stockings, pumps. No panties, not even a G-string. Eric finds my ass sexiest when it’s completely bare. All I had to do now was position myself provocatively on a kitchen chair, place the bottle of lube conspicuously on the table, and wait for Eric to find me.

When I get in one of these moods, nothing but anal sex will do.
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BRENDA KNOWS SHE’S FOUND A KEEPER WHEN THEIR FIRST DATE INCLUDES ANAL—TWICE

This entry is part 7 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

I used to find it difficult to ask guys for anal sex, but I love the feeling of a big, thick cock in my ass so much that I learned to shed my shyness. It’s rare that my request is refused; what guy doesn’t enjoy sliding into the hot, tight confines of a sexy girl’s asshole? I have yet to meet a guy who doesn’t, though I’ve also never met a guy who was as enthusiastic about anal as Drew.

I knew that things were going to be good when I kept catching him checking out my behind when he thought I wasn’t looking. I invited him home that night, and things got interesting pretty quickly. We started making out in my bedroom, and his tongue was busy in my mouth as we stripped off each other’s clothes. When I reached into his pants, I knew I’d found Mr. Right; his cock, already at full-mast, was long and thick, with the tip covered in a copious amount of pre-come.

I tugged off his jeans and urged him onto the bed, where we stretched out side-by-side. After wrapping my fist around his shaft, I pumped him up and down, which elicited a long, low moan from deep in his throat. His fingers soon found their way to my pussy, and he grunted appreciatively when he discovered how wet I was. Stroking me gently, he trailed his fingertips over my slippery folds until I was shuddering. My arousal climbed steadily, and when my desperation reached its peak, I slung one leg over both of his and positioned his cockhead at my entryway.
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SHE LURES HER LOVER INTO HER BACKDOOR FOR DELIGHTFUL NIGHT

This entry is part 6 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

The other night I was on a blind date with a new guy, and we had a lot of chemistry, so I had no problem going home with him when he suggested a “nightcap.” We went through the motions, sharing a couple of drinks, while I looked around Carter’s apartment and let him show off whatever he thought would keep me interested. Eventually, we sat on the couch to finish our cocktails, and as usually happens, one thing led to another.

Carter bent to kiss me, and I quickly parted his lips with my tongue. I slid my tongue into his mouth and stroked it against his, encouraging him to take things up a notch. He responded by sliding his hands under my shirt and rubbing them lightly along my back. His touch sent chills along my spine, and I leaned against him, my hard nipples pressing against his chest as his hard-on touched my thigh. It felt good, and I knew I’d have him right where I wanted him in no time—and where I wanted him was in my ass.
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Taboo Pleasures

This entry is part 5 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

My husband and I are totally into anal sex, which says a lot about how far we’ve come since our wedding day five years ago. When Lee and I walked down the aisle, we were a pair of naive twenty-one-year-olds from a small, conservative town. We’d had very little experience in matters of sex. Oh, we weren’t completely innocent; we’d snuck off to make love several times during our engagement—but our sex was all one flavor: vanilla. Neither of us had awakened yet to the wide world of sexual variations. The upshot was that when we flew to Hawaii to begin our honeymoon, neither Lee nor I had any experience with backdoor play.

I’m happy to say that quickly changed.

We left for Hawaii right after our morning wedding, but it was nearly midnight when we finally arrived at our hotel on the island of Kauai. Instead of feeling tired, though, I was all keyed up. I certainly didn’t feel like sleeping. Our room featured a claw-foot bathtub big enough for two. Holding up the bottle of bath oil I found by the sink, I asked Lee, “How about a soak?”
He grinned and said, “Great idea.”

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Taboo Pleasures

My husband and I are totally into anal sex, which says a lot about how far we’ve come since our wedding day five years ago. When Lee and I walked down the aisle, we were a pair of naive twenty one year olds from a small, conservative town. We’d had very little experience in matters of sex. Oh, we weren’t completely innocent we’d snuck off to make love several times during our engagement but our sex was all one flavor: vanilla. Neither of us had awakened yet to the wide world of sexual variations. The upshot was that when we flew to Hawaii to begin our honeymoon, neither Lee nor I had any experience with backdoor play.

I’m happy to say that quickly changed.

We left for Hawaii right after our morning wedding, but it was nearly midnight when we finally arrived at our hotel on the island of Kauai. Instead of feeling tired, though, I was all keyed up. I certainly didn’t feel like sleeping. Our room featured a claw foot bathtub big enough for two. Holding up the bottle of bath oil I found by the sink, I asked Lee, “How about a soak?”

He grinned and said, “Great idea.”

A few minutes later, we sat back in the big tub, facing one another. My perky breasts made a pair of islands in the hot, slick water. Lee ran his hands over them and traced lines of wetness around and around my small, pink nipples until they stiffened into points. Under the water’s surface, I reached for his cock. Long, hard, and slippery from the bath oil, it throbbed in my grasp as if it had a life of its own. Giggling, I stroked him with my fingertips. Lee, in turn, brought his hand down to my sex. His fingers sent shivers of pleasure through me when they brushed across my pussy lips. As he toyed with my pubic hair, his glance fell on my razor and shaving cream. I’d put them on a shelf near the tub so I could shave my legs after our bath. Lee’s fingers were still playing with my pubes when his face suddenly lit up. “Can I shave you here?” he asked.

The question surprised but thrilled me. “Okay,” I said. Rising up out of the water, I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my thighs, and with a careful hand, Lee soon rendered my mound as smooth as a billiard ball almost.

“The thing is,” Lee said, “I can’t complete the job with you sitting like this.”

All his touching between my legs had made me as wet as a water slide. Feeling flushed and quite naughty, I stood, turned around and bent at the waist with my ass pushed toward him. “How about now?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Perfect,” he replied. Something in his voice made me glance at him over my shoulder. Kneeling behind me, he was staring at my most private hole with a look of unrestrained lust. Finally, he let his breath out and took up the razor once more. Barely a minute later, the job was done. I hadn’t a single pubic hair anywhere down there.

Lee put the razor down. I made no move to rejoin him in the bathwater, though. I could feel his warm breath falling on my tiny rear orifice, which was only inches from his face. A mix of embarrassment and excitement made me flush, and then he touched me there not directly on my hole, but just outside, his finger circling the puckered spot. My mind was reeling my breath became ragged with anticipation.

Then he did it he worked his slippery finger into and through my tight ring of muscle. I clenched up for a second, but just as quickly I relaxed again, wide eyed with amazement at the sensation of his digit probing my ass. It felt awesome. “Oh, yes,” I said breathily.

Encouraged, Lee began pushing his finger in and out, using careful but insistent pressure. I squirmed and wiggled my behind, urging him on. Imagine my disappointment when, a moment later, he withdrew his finger but then things got even more interesting, because he replaced it with his tongue. My cry of surprise turned quickly into a moan of passion as Lee began to lick circles around my anus. I held tightly to the edge of the tub and closed my eyes, lost in a pleasure so deliciously taboo that I almost came at once. Reaching one hand down between my legs, I strummed my clit vigorously, keeping myself on the cusp of orgasm. Then Lee gripped my cheeks and dipped his tongue into my back hole, which really did send me off to cloud nine. “Oh oh!” I shrieked as the tempest slammed through me. Lee held me firmly in his grasp until the climax tapered off. I dropped like a sack into his lap, sending up a big splash of water.

He stroked my hair while I caught my breath. When I finally said, “Your turn,” he smiled and sat on the tub’s edge. I’m not sure he guessed the full extent of what I had in mind, though. I began by lowering my lips over his cock, which was as hard as rock and thicker than I’d ever seen it. I took it deep into my mouth and began to suck him in earnest. Lee let his head fall back his eyes closed halfway as he wallowed in the pleasure I was giving him. I fondled his balls and played my tongue under the ridge of his shaft for another few minutes until, unable to restrain myself, I slid a wet finger into his crack. Lee tensed, especially when my finger reached his tight little hole. Undaunted, I pushed my digit through his sphincter and wiggled it around. Lee rewarded me with a delighted gasp and a reflexive hip thrust that drove his cock almost to the back of my throat. I moaned around his tasty prick and pushed my finger farther into his ass, all the way to the knuckle. With a mighty shudder, Lee came hard, squirting what seemed like a gallon of come down my throat. I swallowed, grinned up at him and swallowed some more, enjoying the taste.

We went straight to bed after that and had great sex. As Lee hammered his rejuvenated dick into my pussy, I whispered in his ear: “Tomorrow we’ll get some lube . . . and then you’ll fuck my bottom. You’ll fuck my ass.” His thrusts grew more frenzied. “I can’t wait,” I went on. “I can’t wait to feel your cock squeeze into my asshole.” My orgasm was immense, as was Lee’s when it came a half minute later.

The next morning, consumed with the idea of having anal sex for the first time, we shopped for lube. Kauai’s towns are small and its stores even smaller, but we found what we needed and rushed back to our hotel, putting off our exploration of the island’s natural wonders. Once in our room, we tore off our clothes and fell into bed, both of us caught up in the rush of what we were about to do. First we just rolled around together and made out under the covers, letting the anticipation build.

“Are you ready, baby?” Lee asked me as he pressed his cock against me.

“Oh, yes.”

“Get the lube,” he said, and I shivered with excitement. By the time I reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, my cunt was juicy wet and my whole body was humming. Lee’s massive erection had a drop of pre come glistening at the tip of its bulbous crown. I handed the lube to him, then turned and offered him my backside. He prepared me back there with a generous dollop of the jelly and his questing fingers, and then a brief silence followed in which he greased up his dick. Finally, lying spoon fashion behind me, Lee lined up his prick at my backdoor and carefully worked in the head. I felt that thick crest push through the tight ring of my sphincter, expanding and relaxing it. Lee was gentle but persistent as he pushed inch after inch of his shaft in there, going deep into my rear passage.

At first, I held my breath, but the momentary blip of discomfort was over almost before it started, replaced by a sudden gush of ecstasy that welled up from my core. I felt my tension evaporate completely as I breathed out and relaxed into the amazing feelings emanating from my ass. Lee soon bottomed out, his balls flattening against my cheeks. He held still for a moment, with all of his cock tucked up inside my back channel. The experience was more intense than anything I had ever felt. I reveled in the pre orgasmic glow spreading through me, suffusing every fiber of my body.

“Oh, God,” I cried softly when I finally found my voice. “It feels incredible, Lee. Don’t stop now.” Taking matters into my own hands, I began to move my hips forward and back, forcing Lee’s prick in and out of my ass. He held on to my shoulder with one hand and stroked my hip with the other as he began meeting my movements with his own gentle thrusts. I was soon past the gentle stage, however. Bucking against him harder, then harder still, I relished each increase in intensity. I’d never known anal sex could feel so good and that very thought made me roil against my hubby more stridently than ever. They say men are the visual ones, but I found myself wishing for mirrors on the ceiling, or on the closet doors, or anywhere that would let me see what was happening back there. I longed to see my husband’s manhood working its way back and forth between my cheeks, penetrating my nether hole. As an alternative, I reached between my legs and let my hand “see” for me as it explored the action. Lee’s penis felt huge between my fingers huge, slick and hot as it bore repeatedly into my well stretched anus. He was pumping faster now, and his hips smacked against my ass so smartly that the sound of slapping flesh was loud in the room.

I may have been an anal virgin until that morning, but I was taking all of Lee’s cock up my backside and loving every second. I could feel every inch of that big, fat intruder sawing through my anal ring, sparking currents of indescribable pleasure as it packed me full. Yet still I wanted more, if more could be had. I was out of my head with lust and craved the deepest, most intense experience possible. I rolled flat onto my stomach on the bed Lee managed not to miss a single thrust as he rolled with me. Lying atop me now, he powered his hips up and down against my ass, fucking me smoothly and deeply. In moments, he had me climbing the walls in ecstasy. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheet and twisted it so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t tear the cotton. I still had my other hand between my legs, and I rubbed my sopping clit fiercely while Lee pounded my derriere. His cock was a jackhammer boring into my tightest, darkest pleasure zone.

“Oh! Oh!” I grunted over and over, in time with his thrusts. The climax coalescing at the edge of my perception was a mammoth one. I let go of the sheet, reached back and grabbed Lee’s ass just before I came. With a raspy, animalistic howl of pleasure, he slammed against my upraised buttocks one last time and unloaded every ounce of come he had into me. I came at the same time, tweaking my clit between my fingers as my flexing asshole milked Lee’s cock dry. I felt the sticky wetness of his semen trickle out of me when he finally withdrew.

As you can imagine, that was quite an eye opening experience for my husband and me. We were thrilled at the sudden expansion of our sex life, and we wasted no time exploring all the different ways we could enjoy anal sex. The very next occurrence was two days later, on a lovely Hawaiian beach. We had chosen, quite by accident, one of Kauai’s unofficial clothing optional beaches to spend our afternoon. It was located in a rural area, far from hotels and businesses. The wide swath of golden sand went on for at least a mile, so Lee and I would not have felt crowded even on a busy day. On this occasion, there were only a few other people in sight laid back locals who had come to relax and work on their allover tans. They were pretty far off, and it took us a few minutes to realize they were nude.

“When in Rome,” Lee said, smiling as he stripped off his swim trunks. With a little thrill of excitement I took off my bikini, too. We had chosen an especially private spot well back from the water’s edge to spread out our towels. For about an hour we soaked up the rays. All the while, though, I was thinking about fucking. In the ass, specifically. I was eager to do it again.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Lee suddenly blurted, rising up on his elbow to look at me.

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Sex on the beach,” he said.

“The drink?” I quipped, though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant.

“No! Well, one of those sounds good, too. But I mean the real thing.” The desire in his dark blue eyes made my pulse quicken.

“Come on,” I said. I stood up, grabbed my shoulder bag, and extended a hand to Lee. He stood, too, and hand in hand, we walked up the beach toward a lava outcropping. Climbing over it, we found ourselves in a completely isolated spot of pristine sand. The sea’s breakers, colored the amazing blue green hue I’d only seen before in postcards and calendars, rolled ashore a dozen yards away, and the sunlight flowed over our bare bodies. “It’s so beautiful here!” I exclaimed.

Lee took me in his arms and kissed me assertively. My breasts mashed against his chest his stiff cock throbbed against my belly. I felt my desire surge. The lube was in my bag, ready when I needed it. First, though, I knelt in the sand and took my hubby’s massive erection in my mouth. As the sea breeze swirled around us, I sucked and slurped voraciously on Lee’s dick for a few minutes, getting him all worked up. His penis, from the thick base to the portly, mushroom shaped cap on the end, is quite impressive. I marveled for the umpteenth time at having taken it in my ass the other day, and I could hardly wait to get it back in there again. My rear hole actually tingled at the thought.

Unable to wait any longer, I reached for the lube. “Here, Lee,” I said, handing him the bottle. “Fuck my ass again.” I felt myself blushing as I added, “I want it so bad!”

He grinned at my wantonness and watched as I lay on my back in the sand with my legs spread and my knees up. Without further ado he knelt between my legs, leaned over me and slid his rod into my sopping pussy for a few warm up thrusts. Then he sat back and applied the grease to his shaft. I pulled my knees back to my ears, rudely exposing myself to the sun and sky. Lee spread the lube between my cheeks, dipping his fingers inside me, and then aimed his cock at my bull’s eye and leaned forward. The fat head of his hard on pressed against my backdoor, met the briefest resistance, and then popped through.

“Ah, yes,” I sighed, letting my head fall back onto the warm sand. Lee kept up his forward charge, pushing more and more of his lengthy pole into my rear end. It felt even better this time, and my little aperture relaxed more quickly. Soon Lee was completely inside me, his pubic hair brushing the smooth skin where my own pubes used to be. My clit registered the meeting of flesh and sparked hotly, adding to the waves of pleasure radiating through my frame and edging me closer to climax with each thrust. “That’s so good, Lee,” I whispered, though I could have screamed it at the top of my lungs if I’d wanted to. We were completely alone on the beach.

Lee began working his cock in and out of my clutching hole. He held himself above me on his arms and fucked my ass with sweet, slow precision, as if he might go on like that all day and night. Much as I loved it like that, it wasn’t long before I gripped my husband’s arms, looked into his eyes and said, “Do it harder, honey. I gotta feel it harder.” He kissed me and complied, driving his dick into my fanny with the intensity I needed. The faster he pumped, the faster my rear entrance flexed around his tool and the more overheated my clit became. My gaze focused briefly on the puffy clouds in the blue sky overhead, then everything blurred under the force of an earth shattering orgasm. I grabbed Lee’s shoulders and held on for dear life. He slowed up finally, giving me a chance to recover, but I wasn’t quite ready to call it quits.

“Lay on your back,” I demanded. “I want to ride you.”

He did as I asked, and I climbed aboard with a new wave of excitement. My ass slid smoothly down the length of his erection until I was fully impaled. In that position, seated upright on his groin, everything seemed novel again: the tight fit, the sensation of fullness, even the deliciously naughty sense of reveling in something I’d once thought was taboo. Lee’s hands went to my breasts I covered them with my own and began to ride his cock like a pro. Up and down I went, gradually increasing my pace. The sun was slowly sinking toward the horizon, its orange light casting everything from the curling ocean breakers to my own heaving body in a fiery glow, but I noticed this only peripherally. The ripples of bliss flowing outward from my ass were simply too powerful and all consuming. I wallowed in them, willing them to go on forever, but at last Lee’s dick triggered the final cascade.

“Jesus, I’m coming again!” I shouted into the wind as I gyrated about, grinding my anus against Lee’s root. He cupped my breasts and bucked his hips off the sand, happy to keep his cock firmly within my spasming hole. In a few more seconds, my ass’s exquisite grip coaxed the cream right out of Lee’s rod. He cried out, squeezed my tits in his hands and let fly with a torrent of come deep inside me. The violent pulses went on for a full minute or more, and I felt every one of them back there, in glorious detail.

That was five years ago. We haven’t been back to Hawaii since then, but we’re still enjoying anal sex whenever the mood strikes us which, I’m happy to report, is basically all the time.

SHE LURES HER LOVER INTO HER BACKDOOR FOR DELIGHTFUL NIGHT

The other night I was on a blind date with a new guy, and we had a lot of chemistry, so I had no problem going home with him when he suggested a “nightcap.” We went through the motions, sharing a couple of drinks, while I looked around Carter’s apartment and let him show off whatever he thought would keep me interested. Eventually, we sat on the couch to finish our cocktails, and as usually happens, one thing led to another.

Carter bent to kiss me, and I quickly parted his lips with my tongue. I slid my tongue into his mouth and stroked it against his, encouraging him to take things up a notch. He responded by sliding his hands under my shirt and rubbing them lightly along my back. His touch sent chills along my spine, and I leaned against him, my hard nipples pressing against his chest as his hard on touched my thigh. It felt good, and I knew I’d have him right where I wanted him in no time and where I wanted him was in my ass.

When Carter started to pull up my shirt, I backed away to give him room to do it. He went for my bra as soon as my shirt was out of the way, freeing my double D breasts, but I stopped him when he moved in to suck them. He was still fully dressed, and I didn’t think that was very fair. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting my fingers brush his chest as I exposed more and more of him. He tried to get his shirt off faster, but I wanted to do it myself and I liked teasing him. Button by button, I opened his shirt, and by the time I pushed it off his shoulders, he was moaning with desire.

I expected him to take me to his bedroom next, but he was so fired up that the fact that he had a bedroom seemed to slip his mind. He pushed me back on the couch and frantically unfastened my pants, and I had to arch my hips up off the sofa so he could pull my pants down my legs. As soon as my slacks were off, Carter stood and ripped his off as well, shucking his boxers at the same time.

I still had my panties on, but when I saw Carter naked, I immediately yanked them off and got into position on my hands and knees. I wanted to make it clear right from the beginning how much I wanted to feel his dick in my ass. Nothing less would satisfy me.

Carter reached into his discarded slacks and pulled a condom out of his pocket. He ripped into the foil packet and rolled the latex sheath over his dick before sliding easily into my wet pussy. His cock was long and slender, perfect for ass fucking, and I couldn’t wait to feel him in my butt.

He thrust into me over and over, fucking me furiously. I hadn’t outright told him that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass, but he seemed to know that my pussy wasn’t the only thing I wanted him to fill I like when my dates are so intuitive. Each time he got close to climaxing, he would slow his movements, his thrusts becoming long and steady, instead of fast and frenzied. He knew he shouldn’t come too soon. He also knew that he should definitely bring me to orgasm if he wanted to find out what I had up my sleeve, and he reached around my waist so he could rub my clit. His finger pressed against the hard nub, and he drew circles around it with his fingertip. His touch was light at first, then more firm, until I felt my pussy throbbing with pleasure. It took only a few moments of Carter playing with me as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my cunt to get me off in spectacular fashion.

My orgasm washed over me, but as good as it felt, I didn’t spend too much time reveling in the feelings. Now that Carter and I were both primed for action, it was time to get him inside my ass. I begged him to pull out of my pussy and stick his dick in my butt, and it took him only a second to realize my request was serious. As soon as he slipped his dick out of my soaking pussy, I leaned down to rest my chest on the couch, then reached back and spread my ass cheeks, ready for him to enter my backdoor.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as Carter repositioned himself, the head of his dick against my ass. He started to push into me slowly, but my sphincter opened wide for him, letting him slide in quickly and easily. His dick fit perfectly inside me, and he began pumping in and out immediately.

Carter’s dick felt amazing sliding back and forth between my cheeks, and each time he thrust, I felt shivers of pleasure ricochet through my body. He kept up a steady pace, his hips pumping rhythmically against mine. Each thrust shook my body, my hips and thighs and ass shuddering every time he pushed into me. He was still moving carefully, not thrusting too hard, but I knew he was going to speed up soon, and I dug my fingers into the couch cushion, preparing myself.

When his thrusts sped up, I braced myself, letting him slam into me as his balls banged against my ass. That only lasted a few minutes, though, and then I started to thrust backward to meet his strokes. I moved my hands to the arm of the couch and pushed back, and it let me buck harder against him.

We started fucking even more enthusiastically, and as our bodies crashed together, I felt my orgasm building. I knew my climax would be ten times more explosive than the one I’d had when Carter fucked my pussy. It spurred me on, making me beg him to go faster and deeper and harder. I clenched my ass muscles around his dick as he continued to pound me, and I heard him grunt behind me. It was a sound of pleasure, and as soon as I released his dick, he thrust into me even more frantically.

Carter grabbed my hips and jackhammered his cock into my butt again and again. He was giving me exactly what I needed, and I started breathing hard and erratically. I was going to come at any second, and I couldn’t wait. I thrust back toward Carter with as much force as I could, taking him as deep as possible. It only took a few more strokes to push me over the edge, and then my climax hit. My pussy throbbed as I came, and my ass gripped and released Carter’s dick over and over again. An electric current of excitement ran through me, and I cried out in ecstasy.

Carter came at almost the same moment I did, finally losing control. He groaned loudly as he shot his load, but he continued to thrust into me until he was sure I was done. Then he finally pulled out of my ass and moved away from me. Meanwhile, I tried to catch my breath and pull my clothes back on.

After putting on his pants and offering me a bottle of water, he asked if I wanted to spend the night, but I decided to go home so I could sleep in my own bed. But on our next date, I finally saw Carter’s bedroom and got another magnificent ass fucking.

Ms. Katie C., Denver, Colorado

BRENDA KNOWS SHE’S FOUND A KEEPER WHEN THEIR FIRST DATE INCLUDES ANAL TWICE

I used to find it difficult to ask guys for anal sex, but I love the feeling of a big, thick cock in my ass so much that I learned to shed my shyness. It’s rare that my request is refused what guy doesn’t enjoy sliding into the hot, tight confines of a sexy girl’s asshole? I have yet to meet a guy who doesn’t, though I’ve also never met a guy who was as enthusiastic about anal as Drew.

I knew that things were going to be good when I kept catching him checking out my behind when he thought I wasn’t looking. I invited him home that night, and things got interesting pretty quickly. We started making out in my bedroom, and his tongue was busy in my mouth as we stripped off each other’s clothes. When I reached into his pants, I knew I’d found Mr. Right his cock, already at full mast, was long and thick, with the tip covered in a copious amount of pre come.

I tugged off his jeans and urged him onto the bed, where we stretched out side by side. After wrapping my fist around his shaft, I pumped him up and down, which elicited a long, low moan from deep in his throat. His fingers soon found their way to my pussy, and he grunted appreciatively when he discovered how wet I was. Stroking me gently, he trailed his fingertips over my slippery folds until I was shuddering. My arousal climbed steadily, and when my desperation reached its peak, I slung one leg over both of his and positioned his cockhead at my entryway.

Drew gave a hard thrust forward and was quickly submerged to his balls. Rocking his hips back and forth, he stroked in and out of my pussy a few times. I grasped his buttocks to urge him into me harder, and our hips collided repeatedly. However, as good as that felt, my asshole tingled, as if reminding me that there was something else that felt even better.

I pulled away from Drew’s embrace, and he looked at me quizzically. Then I situated myself on all fours and gestured toward the bottle of lube on my night table, and it was like I was seeing a light bulb go on over his head. He got into position behind me before grabbing the bottle of grease, pouring some into his palm, and slathering it all over his rigid pole. When I wagged my butt at him, he pried open my cheeks and pressed one still sticky finger against my back hole.

The effect was instantaneous. The second he touched my asshole, my body contracted, and fireworks exploded in my belly. He massaged me with his thumb for a moment, and then he started exerting enough pressure to penetrate me. As I was impaled on his digit, I bucked back against him. He began moving his hand in circles that grew ever wider, priming my aperture for a larger invader.

After another minute or so, Drew pulled his thumb from my asshole and replaced it with his rock hard dick. I felt just the very tip pressing against me, urging me to open wide, as he firmly grasped my hips. His fingers sank into my flesh as he pressed forward, stretching the tightened ring of muscle with his bulbous crown. I was so excited that I opened easily the only thing for which I had to brace myself was his prodigious size. I balled the sheets in my fists as he continued his journey, feeling the pressure build as he introduced his substantial length into my depths.

My eyes were closed tight, and I bit down on my lower lip, loving the way my back passage expanded to make room for my partner’s huge cock. When his sac brushed my upper thighs, I readied myself for the onslaught. I was excited it had been a while since my ass had been properly plundered and luckily, Drew did not disappoint.

He slid out until only his large knob was on the other side of my ring of muscle and then waited a beat before sliding back in. This time, he filled me with a quick shove. In fact, he thrust into me so forcefully that I felt the impact in the pit of my stomach, though when he paused again, I begged him for more but harder.

Acquiescing, Drew pulled almost all the way out and then plunged right back. He commenced fucking me in that rhythm, and I gave him a squeeze to convey my pleasure. We continued fucking until all the lube was used up, and even then he only slowed long enough to grab the bottle of Astroglide and slather us with more slick liquid.

Now his velocity really increased. He flew in and out of my asshole with a quickness I could hardly believe, and I realized that he must be near his breaking point. I was close to mine, too, and I felt my clit pulsing wildly. My breasts bounced beneath me with the impact of Drew’s thrusts, and my nipples were so sensitive that I shivered each time they scraped against the sheet.

Suddenly, a flash of pleasure shot through me and I let out a moan. I hadn’t come that hard in a while, and the waves that followed were also pretty fierce. Additionally, the muscles of my nether hole clamped shut around Drew’s dick, forcing him to drive into me harder. That triggered another orgasm, and this time he joined me, spraying the walls of my canal with volleys of molten cream. The added moisture helped him fuck me faster, and he continued sawing between my asscheeks until his balls had been emptied of their load.

When he finally pulled out of me, I slumped forward and let out a satisfied sigh. Drew joined me, and with one arm nestling me to him and his flaccid cock resting against my rump, we dozed off. And though I was tired enough to sleep through the night, it was only a few hours later when I awoke to him nuzzling my collarbone as his fingers strummed the tips of my breasts and his reenergized prick prodded my rear.

There’s only one thing I’m willing to be woken for and that’s anal sex. When Drew heard my murmured consent, he took things up a notch, which included pinching my nipples and sucking the skin at the nape of my neck hard enough to leave a mark. In addition, he pressed harder against my asshole, and soon the tip of his crown cleaved it.

I wriggled back against his body, helping him slide in deeper. When he’d reached rock bottom, he held still, and his shaft pulsed in my canal. It felt good to have him wedged inside me, and even better, his arm was wrapped around my waist, his fingers still busy at my tits. To return the favor, I began rocking my hips back and forth, almost imperceptibly, but enough to pleasure him.

Drew reacted by grunting into my ear, and feeling the hot puff of his breath on my skin really turned me on. I started moving more, really jerking my hips and fucking myself on my partner’s cock. He didn’t seem to mind me using him like a dildo in fact, I can confidently say that he enjoyed it because his breathing grew even heavier and he began slamming between my asscheeks.

I could feel him expanding inside me, and my clit pulsed in response. Somehow intuiting my need, Drew let go of my breast and trailed down my stomach until his hand reached my cunt. Not wanting to decrease the pressure on his cock too much, I raised my top leg just enough to allow him access, and he slipped his fingers between my labia. Then he found my throbbing nubbin and began drawing circles around it.

I whimpered and began to writhe as my excitement increased by leaps and bounds. I was whipping my head back and forth, and I’m certain that Drew probably caught a mouthful of hair. But he rolled with it, keeping his finger firmly on my button until I came with a shriek. All the while, he continued plunging into my asshole, which had once again contracted tightly around him as I reached another climax.

I’d assumed it would take him longer to come this time and I was right he continuously sank his dick into my clutching anus, ratcheting up his arousal as he kept me riding the waves of my orgasm. My whole body was now quaking, and if I’d wanted him to stop which I didn’t I wouldn’t have been able to let him know because I couldn’t even catch my breath. It didn’t help that his wriggling finger remained on my clit, toggling it back and forth until I saw stars.

He joined me in my ecstatic state a few seconds later, letting out a growl as the hand on my pussy finally stilled. Then he pulled me flush with his body and held me tightly as he came. I luxuriated in the sensation of his hot cream drenching my insides and the continued pulsating of his dick in my butt until he had nothing left to release.

Drew remained lodged inside my asshole until his erection subsided. Then he gingerly pulled out, obviously feeling a little tender after two anal sessions in one night. As for me, I was in a state of pure bliss, and my asshole was still throbbing slightly as I once again drifted off to sleep.

Ms. Brenda M., Bismarck, North Dakota

Bayou Heat

It was a sweltering day on the bayou the kind of weather that, for some reason, always makes me horny when I noticed that the bottle of lube on the nightstand was dangerously low. For someone who loves anal sex as much as I do, running out of lubricant is not an option. I threw on a little sundress, brushed my honey blonde hair and turned to my hubby. “Tanner,” I said, “I need a few things from the store.”

He was working on the evap cooler in the bedroom window. The device had quit overnight, leaving Tanner and me with sticky sheets by morning. Tanner is great with machines he’s got a classic muscle car that he’s nearly finished restoring but so far he hadn’t been able to fix the cooler.

Sweaty and irresistibly sexy in his boxer shorts, Tanner turned and said, “Okay, babe. Maybe I’ll have this fixed by the time you get back.”

I kissed him he pulled me close and kissed me back, running his hand up my bare thigh. I felt my ardor rise and thought of pulling him to the bed, but then I remembered the lube situation. Extricating myself, I said, “I won’t be long.”

My destination was the adult superstore some twenty miles away, where I bought a bottle of anal grease, plus three pairs of sexy thong underwear that had caught my eye. When I got back home, the twang of Tanner’s acoustic guitar led me to the carport, which sat well back from the street. The muggy air was perfectly still in seconds, my dress stuck to my skin as I walked up the rutted gravel track. I didn’t mind, though. Like I said, there’s something about sultry weather that turns me on and boy, was it working that day!

Barefoot and bare chested, Tanner sat on a stool beside his car, plucking a melancholy tune. Grease smudges decorated his arms and chest. “Hey, Jo,” he said, putting the guitar down.

“Jesus, it’s like a sauna out here,” I said, fanning myself with my free hand. In the other, I held my bag of goodies from the store.

“Even worse in the house,” Tanner said. “Need a part for the evap. I called around. Soonest I can get it is the day after tomorrow.”

“Well, never mind that. I have a few things to show you.” I kicked off my flip flops, then unzipped my dress and stepped out of it, grabbing Tanner’s undivided attention in the process. The car not to mention the big shrubs growing along the curb out front shielded us from view of the road. I don’t wear a bra, because my 34B breasts are really perky. So, when I slid my panties off, I was completely nude. Tanner’s eyebrows went up and a grin spread across his face.

“Now, what do you think of these?” I asked, taking one of the new pairs of panties from the bag and putting them on. After giving him a good look at the front, I turned around to show him the back. Tanner always says my derriere is my best feature, and I know my cheeky display revved him up big time. I was feeling mighty aroused myself, and as I modeled the other two thongs for him, I really got into it, shaking my behind in his face and bending over like a strip club dancer. Tanner loved it. He caressed my asscheeks with his calloused hands, and I could feel the want in his touch.

I removed the last thong and tossed it back in the bag. When I turned to face him again, I was not surprised to see the outline of a bulging erection in his jeans. “Oh, Tanner,” I said, sitting astride his knee. The denim felt warm and pleasantly rough against my bare cunt. I began thrusting my pelvis to and fro, just an inch or two enough to rub my clit smartly against his knee. White hot sparks of excitement shot through my body.

Tanner kissed me passionately. His arms were around me, but he seemed to be holding back from touching me the way he wanted to. “Baby,” he started, “I got grease all over me.”

“The only grease that matters right now is this,” I declared, leaning over to grab the bottle of lube.

Tanner took it from me and kissed me again, so fiercely this time that my heart beat double time. I stood up to let him free his cock. He pulled his jeans and underwear down and stood before me, enjoying my stare. His prick never fails to amaze me. Long and thick, it stood straight out from his groin like a billy club. I couldn’t wait to feel it driving deep into my ass.

Tanner glanced over at the house and said, “Too damn hot in there.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, I bent over the red striped hood of his car and planted my feet well apart on the concrete slab. “Here, fuck me here!” I demanded.

Tanner whistled with appreciation. Quickly, he got into position behind me and oiled up his monster rod. Then I felt his fingers at my rear opening, massaging a dollop of the lube into my sphincter. I squirmed, enjoying the naughty feeling. He pushed his thumb in to the knuckle, then withdrew it and replaced it with two fingers. I gasped with delight and cried, “Keep going!”

Carefully, he added a third digit, and then wiggled them all around a bit, just enough to make sure my taut ring of muscle was pliant and ready. I felt the juice seeping from my cunt, dripping down onto the grille of the car. Breathless with anticipation, I waited for the moment I’d feel the big, meaty head of Tanner’s cock between the globes of my ass, pressing insistently against my backdoor. Two seconds later, his hands were on my cheeks, spreading them apart to better expose my tiny hole. The time had come. Tanner gripped my hips, positioned his shaft between my buttocks and deftly entered my tight orifice.

“Aaah,” I groaned. “Fuck, oh fuck that feels good.” As Tanner leaned into me, propelling his tool farther up my back passage, he placed his palm against the small of my back and urged me to lie flat against the car’s hood. I pressed my boobs and belly to the painted metal surface and found that the new angle of Tanner’s dick in my butt was better than ever.

“You’ve got such a pretty ass,” Tanner said as he bottomed out inside me. “Such a perfect, tight ass.” His ball sac smacked against my cunt lips, sending extra shivers of delight through my body. He stroked my butt with adoration, while he withdrew his cock almost all the way, then slid in completely again. I moaned at the onslaught of intense pleasure and pushed back at him, desperate for more.

“I love that you love this,” he added, pumping faster now. “I love that you can’t get enough of my cock in your ass . . . because I can’t, either.” He thrust harder still, pummeling away at my rump so ardently that the car began to rock beneath me. My whole body was slick with perspiration, and that made me slide against the metal surface like a slippery eel.

“That’s it!” I cried, feeling my orgasm approaching. I extended my arms and grabbed hold of the hood, just below the windshield wipers. “Oh, God that’s it.” I couldn’t say anything more for a while after that, except meaningless gibberish, as I undulated against the car.

Tanner kept a good grip on my hips and kept sawing in and out of my ass until I regained a measure of control, then he pulled out and asked me to turn over. Curious to see what he had in mind, I lay flat on my back against the hood and lifted my feet to the fender. With a sly wink, he parted my knees wide, and then he lowered his head to my pussy. His tongue, strong and wet, darted between the lips of my sex and slid within my sopping folds. Tanner began lapping up my juices as if he were parched. At the same time, he pushed two fingers between my asscheeks and started working them in and out of my backdoor. A shriek of pleasure escaped my lips, and my back arched involuntarily off the car, so intense were the sensations I was experiencing. I stared up at the roof of the carport and struggled not to howl the last thing we needed at that moment was to draw the attention of the neighbors. At any rate, it was only a minute or two longer before Tanner had me coming again. I grabbed my breasts and gave in to a series of wild tremors, which made my ass bounce against the hood.

I was still trembling with post orgasmic bliss as Tanner straightened up, re supplied his shaft with lube, and stuffed it into my ass once more. He felt incredibly big back there, and yet I wanted it all, every inch of him inside me. He was right: I couldn’t get enough. Tanner was just as enthusiastic. He moved in and out of my fanny with incredible vigor, completely filling me with every thrust. I put my legs up over his shoulders, and he held my knees while he plundered my tush in earnest. Beneath me, the car rocked crazily, and the shocks squeaked in protest, but the brake held.

“Oh, baby, here it comes,” Tanner growled through clenched teeth. The muscles in his arms and chest tightened, as did his grip on my legs. He rammed his cock in and out of my ass half a dozen times more, ultimately triggering one last climax for me in the process, and then his dick erupted, filling my tight passage with semen. Again and again he spasmed inside me, until at last he collapsed on top of me. His dick slipped out of my rear end, followed by some of his semen. We were both sweating profusely, but we were content to lie there for a while.

Eventually, Tanner and I went inside for a long, cool shower. “Good thing you bought that lube,” my husband said as he soaped my breasts. “We’re going to need more of it tomorrow.”

I figured that was true, since I was already looking forward to our next round of anal play, but Tanner seemed to have something specific in mind. “What’s tomorrow?” I asked.

He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, which piqued my interest. “The fish fry at that restaurant, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” The occasion was supposed to include live music and dancing. We’d promised the friend of a friend that we would go, but we weren’t likely to know many people there. I knew what Tanner was thinking. He wanted us to slip away at some point during the event for some illicit anal fun.

With that exciting notion on both our minds, we went to the restaurant the following afternoon. The food wasn’t bad, but the live band left much to be desired, and we hardly knew a soul. At least the place was air conditioned a good thing, since the weather was still hot and sticky. After a few beers and one dance, Tanner took me by the hand and led me down a hall opposite the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” I asked, laughing. I had my answer a moment later, as Tanner pushed open the door to the unisex bathroom. It was small one stall, a sink and a scratched up mirror but it would suffice for our purposes. I locked the door and turned to Tanner, who was already lowering his jeans. His lovely cock stood proud and tall ready for action.

“Someone’s turned on,” I said with a smirk, as I knelt down in front of him. The floor was a little grimy, not too bad, but I didn’t really care as I lowered my mouth over Tanner’s hefty stick. The sheer girth of his shaft forced my lips to form a wide circle. “Mmm,” I moaned, enjoying the size and taste of him. I had just eaten dinner, of course, but I was still plenty hungry for cock. Tanner held my head lightly between his hands and uttered a quiet, heartfelt moan as I bobbed back and forth. His dick throbbed against my tongue, its fat crown leaking pre come into my throat. Soon I would feel that monstrous shaft slide into my bottom, expanding my very soul as it took me to new heights. My breath quickened at the thought, and I sat back, feeling almost dizzy with desire.

“Sit up here,” Tanner said, slapping the white, square sink. He was a little short of breath, after the oral attention I’d just given him. I perched on the edge of the sink with my knees wide and flipped up my skirt. Since I’d taken off my underwear before we left the house, he had an unfettered view of my private parts. “Beautiful,” he murmured, staring at my wispy, blonde pubic hair like he’d never seen it before. His reaction increased my lust, and I spread my glistening wet pussy lips apart, offering him a graphic view of my pink recesses. He lowered his head at once and started eating me with gusto.

Someone tried to open the bathroom door, cursed, and stomped off. “Fuck yeah,” was all I could say as Tanner, licking voraciously, kept his face pressed firmly against my dripping sex. I was eager to feel his tongue in my ass, too, so I lifted my feet all the way to the sink and leaned back against the mirror. Tanner got the message instantly. He slid his tongue down along my perineum to my tiny hole and explored the rim for a moment, then pushed inside.

I was thrilled by the sudden, wicked feeling. He tongued my ass zealously and rubbed his thumb against my clit at the same time, making me see stars. I coiled my fingers in his hair and held his head tightly to my favorite pleasure zone as my climax swept through me. Somehow I managed not to fall off the sink.

When my vision cleared, I was more desperate than ever for some serious anal fucking. Hopping down to the floor, I turned my backside to Tanner and grabbed the sink with both hands, then bent over at the waist a little and pushed my butt out behind me. “Lube’s in my purse,” I said over my shoulder, but Tanner had already retrieved it. I waggled my hips impatiently while he finished coating his shaft with the slippery liquid. He wasn’t going to rush things, though. I knew he was enjoying the sight of my ass jutting out toward him, the two pale globes slightly spread, with my glistening pussy just below. The mirror was only a few inches away from my face. I looked at myself in the scratched, pitted glass, and the face that looked back at me was flushed with lust.

An instant later, Tanner slid his prick between the cheeks of my rump and pushed into my eager hole. He took his time, impaling me slowly to maximize his pleasure and mine. At last, his hips met my fanny and his balls touched my labia. I was packed completely full back there, stuck tight on my husband’s dick. “Jesus, that’s deep,” I said, breathing out a long sigh of pleasure. Tanner eased out, nudged his cock’s head against my backdoor again, and shoved in once more, harder this time. I grunted, feeling tingles of extreme pleasure flowing out from my core. I loved the dirty, taboo feeling of being taken like this, in the ass from behind and in a grungy restaurant bathroom, no less. “Fuck me harder,” I pleaded to Tanner. “Fuck my ass as hard as you can!”

My raunchy appeal ignited a frenzy of desire in my husband. He clamped his hands on my shoulders and rocked his cock in and out of my butt with desperate passion. I gripped the sink tighter, and it creaked against its moorings, but I doubt we’d have stopped what we were doing even if the grubby thing had fallen off the wall. I was so attuned to the feel of Tanner’s penis ramming into my deepest, darkest passage that I barely heard the next rattle of the door handle, nor the subsequent knocking. Whoever it was would have to wait. Tanner’s thrusts had become short and lightning quick we were nearing the endgame. His crown never tarried near my sphincter now, remaining instead within the depths of my behind while the base of his shaft pistoned through my anus like a machine.

All this fierce fucking was pressing my cunt against the sink’s edge, and my clit responded, turning my inner folds all slick and gooey. I reached down there and toggled my swollen button between my fingers until I could only gasp for breath.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” Tanner growled. I felt his body tense, and his grip on my shoulders tightened. The spasmodic thrusts of his hips drove his cock into my ass as deep as it could go and mashed my clit against the sink at the same time. Waves of unspeakable pleasure suddenly shook me to the core, at precisely the same time that Tanner cried out his release. His dick spasmed wildly inside my rear end I felt his jism spray inside me hotly. He lowered his hands to my hips and kept thrusting until we were both totally spent.

When we finally exited the bathroom, a couple of people were waiting in the hall outside. The looks on their faces were priceless. We headed straight out to our car and drove off into the humid evening with our windows down. Before we got home, I was already dreaming up scenarios for our next anal encounter.