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.