"Kneel over," he commanded. "I don't ever want you to forget it when I come in you."
I blindly obeyed, thrilled that he had recognized the extreme nature of my desires. I gasped with delight when he promptly hunched over my back to plunge his huge prick into my asshole.
The sensation of the full ten inches of his cock suddenly filling my virgin shit-pit was more than I'd bargained for, even in my unquenchable lust. my God!" I yelled. "This is too much!"
"No, baby, no it's not," he whispered hotly in my ear, while he mercilessly cornholed me. "It's just exactly what you want."
How right he was. His prick made moist sucking sounds as it went in and out of my butt. Within moments I was shaking my hips, responding as if I had been taking it anally for years.
There were about forty massive strokes, as I was fucked in the ass even more vigorously than I had been in the cunt. The friction was excruciating.
My lover's breath came faster and faster. It was apparent that he was reaching the ultimate peak.
He gave one last mighty thrust and buried his sword-like dick in my butt to the hilt. His roiling balls squashed maddeningly against my pussy lips. I could feel the cum within his scrotum just waiting to erupt.
There was no alternative but to scream like I was being branded with a red-hot poker. "Come in me!" I shrieked. "Fill my ass with your cum!"
The response was two-fold. The first was liquid, and of course totally anticipated. The salesman's jism abruptly flooded my rectum. The other, however, was verbal and shockingly unexpected.
"Mother!" my daughter exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?"
As the scalding spunk continued to stream into my colon, I looked with horror toward the bedroom door. There stood Susan, her eyes bugging out of her head at what she saw her mother doing.
I tried to call her name, but how could I be coherent when I was still in the grip of the sexual climax of my life?
"I'm telling Daddy," my daughter bitterly vowed, and then started to run away.
"You don't have to, darling," her father's voice scorched my ears.
He'd just come in the house and she'd run right into him. Now, together, they filled the doorway, looking straight at my cock-engorged ass. Overflowing cum was spilling down the backs of my thighs.
"Wha… what are you going to do, Daddy?" Susan asked her fuming father.
"Beat the shit out of that bastard in bed with your mother, and then take it from there," Ernie bitterly vowed. "Now you go lock yourself in your room, Susie, this is not going to be pretty."
Chapter Two
Divorce, of course, was the only alternative that Ernie would consider. Even though I begged to be forgiven, he was adamant in his desire to end our marriage.
"How could I ever look the other truckers in the eye," he bitterly explained, "when I knew my wife was probably cheating on me while I was on the road. A man who can't control his wife is no man at all."
I tried to tell him that I had only been unfaithful because he was on the road so much and I was so desperately lonely for him, but Ernie had no sympathy for this excuse.
"I just want to be rid of you," was how he summed it up. "Right now all I want to do is to be able to drive my rig without having to think about what my wife is doing at home with any punk who comes along in pants."
"What about Susan… and the house?" I wanted to know.
"Tomorrow I'm finding the best boarding school I can to enroll her in," Ernie snapped with finality. "As for this dump, you can have it. I never want to step inside these walls again."
The days passed with excruciating slowness. Each twenty-four hours was like an eternity. I thought about going out and looking for a job, but I just couldn't work up the gumption. My self-confidence was completely shot, and besides I had no marketable skills anyway. When all the money in the bank account had run out and I was starving, then perhaps I would venture into the outside world-but now I just couldn't hack it.
During the second month of my isolation it all became too much for me. Without a soul to turn to when I felt the need' for human companionship, I became a masturbating wreck.
Around the house I never wore panties so I could finger my cunt on impulse. My thighs were always sticky with congealing pussy juice.
Especially on the weekends I would look wistfully out the kitchen window at the neighborhood wives and their home-from-work husbands. These guys were mostly balding and paunchy, but, God, how I envied the frumpy women who were married to them. Believe me, by the time it was spring, I was as restless as a jungle cat in search of a mate.
I realized that I had to overcome my shyness and establish ties with somebody or I'd go crazy. My next-door neighbors, the Chandlers, seemed to provide as good an opportunity as any to test out the waters.
One day, when I was hanging up a row of panties, the chubby middle-aged man from next door came over to say hello.
"Hi," he gushed, obviously attracted by the brief bikini I was wearing. "I'm Steve Chandler. How come we've never gotten acquainted?"
"I-I don't know," I said shyly avoiding eye contact and inadvertently looking down in the process toward the crotch of his plaid Bermuda shorts. To my shock, there was a significant bulge there.
He noticed me glancing in the direction of his tell-tale groin and started hemming and hawing even more than I had been doing. "I-I'm in insurance," he lamely informed me.
For some reason it made me feel infinitely better that he was so nervous. Unexpectedly I suddenly felt in control of the situation. A surge of unbelievable confidence pumped through me like I was experiencing an orgasm without benefit of sex.
"What else do you do with yourself besides sell insurance policies?" I purred, rubbing against him.
"G-golf," he gulped. "I-I play golf a lot."
"Do you ever fool around, Steve?" I brazenly asked him.
He was struck dumb. And no wonder, I was uncontrollably coming on like a whore on the make.
"Would you like to fool around with me, Steve? Want to fuck me right now?"
"Oh my God!" he gasped with disbelief. I guess it isn't too good for a man to have one of his teenage fantasies come true for the first time when he's fat and forty.
Frankly, when the color drained from his perspiring face, for a moment there I thought old Steve was going to have a heart attack before I got a chance to ball him.
He pulled through, however. I think it was my stroking of the bulge at his throbbing crotch that mostly did it.
All of a sudden I had his throbbing hard-on out in the open, and it was the only meat about which either of us cared.
Steve's dick was even bigger than I'd expected. I hadn't guessed they grew them this formidable in the staid suburbs.
"Quick, in my house," I urged him, yanking his prick. "I just made the bed and the sheets are all crinkly."
I efficiently used the trip from the backyard into the bedroom to strip the bikini from my body. When I jumped joyously into bed and spread my legs for a fuck, I was stark naked.
With his eyes bugging at my flexing, hairy snatch, and his mouth watering, Steve Chandler started removing his clothing, also. Of course, not being as slender as I, and so agitated that smoke was practically coming out of his ears, he was much clumsier than I in the task.
Quite frankly, as I've already suggested, Steve Chandler was not your body beautiful. With all the flab hanging all over him, he was more of a body bountiful.
However, in my lust-crazed condition, he seemed like a sexual superman. Anybody with an available cock between his legs was a Greek god as far as I was concerened.
"Sock it to me, Steve!" I impatiently urged. "Fuck me until it hurts!"
He was completely nude by now, and when he advanced toward the bed, the loose fat jiggled all over his torso. To me, though, it seemed like oiled, rippling muscles.