0 comments/ 202894 views/ 20 favorites Annie's Anal Addiction Ch. 01 By: libidinal Lately I'd been seeing this guy, Tim, who made a big point of telling me that he had always been straight, and never even had a single thought or fantasy about men. He'd squirm every time I'd even mention anything about men getting sexy with each other, or when there'd be a gay scene in a movie or on a TV show. I once wanted to rent a bisexual adult video where babes made it with each other, as did guys. But he'd have no part of that, even though Tim loved watching sex videos, and drooled over the sight of two babes making it. I even promised him that sometime soon I'd try to get a girlfriend to join me and him for a threesome so he could watch me make it with a babe. He knew I was bi, I told him that on our first date, and it really turned him on to hear that, it made me seem even more appealing to him than if I were plain straight. I had just spent the afternoon getting it on with Tim. He's a great-looking competitive swimmer with a trim, muscled body and a thick, hard cock which, believe me, he knows how to use. And he's got energy to burn. He's always thinking about sex and wanting to do it. Which makes him a perfect guy for me, because one thing I've learned about myself is that I'm supercharged in the sex department. We had just finished up a hot, nasty, sweaty round of feverish lovemaking. "Gee, Annie, that was just great! Your pussy and butthole felt so goddamn tight it was like I was fucking a goddamn virgin or something." "Gimme a break! Me? A virgin?" I laughed, knowing it had been quite a while since there had been anything at all virginal about me. Then a wicked thought came to me. "But we do have one virgin in this room." "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. "Guess." I loved that innocent, puzzled look on Tim's face. "I don't know. Tell me, what are you getting at." I put a finger in my mouth, licking it, then reached down behind his balls and slid the finger right up his ass. "I'm getting at this. You're still a virgin down there. So maybe now it's time finally to take care of that cherry butthole of yours." Tim shook his head, still puzzled. "C'mon, Tim. You love it when I lap away at your asshole with my tongue, and then after I get it nice and wet when I stick a finger or two inside and fondle you. I know how sensitive you are between those cute cheeks of yours. So now how about seeing what it's like to really get screwed there? To feel it nice and thick and hard all the way inside?" "I don't know, Annie. I don't know if that's really my thing--" "Aw, Tim!" I begged. "It would really flip me out to do you like that! It really would. Can I? Please! You fuck me up the ass all the time, don't you? And you know how much I crave it, how I love having your dick up my butt. So now I want to show you how great that feels; I want to fuck your ass, dude!" "I don't know..." "Oh come on... please!" I begged. "It would really turn you on that much? To do that to me?" "It would! It really would! "Oh, okay. If you want to so much--" "I do! I do!" I panted, excited beyond belief that Tim was finally relenting. "Stay right there," I said, opening my underwear drawer, reaching under my bras and panties to bring out my sex toys. "What're those?" he asked. "What do they look like? This is called a vibrator and this is called a dildo." "Stop being a smartass, Annie. I know what they're called. Are those the things you want to use on me?" "What do you think?" I purred, flashing a sexy smile and snuggling up to him. He couldn't stop staring at my toys. "These are my very special friends," I said, handling them. "You know, Tim, sometimes when a girl finds herself all alone she needs a little help from her friends. Now I want them to become your friends as well." "That's a strange way of putting it, your 'friends.'" "It's not so strange. You know, friends are friends because they're there when you need `em. Know what I mean?." "Gee! I didn't know you did that." "Did what? Masturbated? Beat off? Stuffed a rubber cock up my cunt and my ass? Hey, I'm a healthy, red-blooded American female. Naturally I beat off. Don't you like whacking off that nice, big cock of yours?" "Yeah. But...." "But what, Tim?" "But nothing, I guess," he said, sheepishly. "Now be a good boy. Turn over and get on your elbows and knees. Let me see that cute butt of yours." I looked him over as he got on his knees and stuck out his ass like a slut in heat. He was never shy about offering me his bottom. "Ooooooh! Just look at that cute ass of yours, Tim. It looks good enough to eat!" I spread his buns and worked my tongue into his crack. Tim loved it whenever I did that to him. So now I took my time, licking every nook and cranny of his tight, puckered asshole. He swooned as I dug into his ass and probed his anal passage with my warm, slippery tongue. "Uh huh! Just like that!" he said, sighing with pleasure and swaying his hard buns in my face. "See, Tim? You love it! You love it in the ass!" "I love your tongue down there." "And here's something else I know you love." I slid my middle finger into his anus, already moistened with my saliva, and it went in smoothly. I loved that feeling of a dude's or a babe's tight anal walls pressing against my probing finger. Then I slid in a second finger. "Oooooh, go slow!" he begged as I excitedly dug those two fingers up his hot, tight bottom. "Come on, Tim, don't whine. I know what I'm doing. I'm gonna make you feel real good." His anus was beginning to feel dry as I dug my fingers inside, and I thought it was time to lubricate him. So I pulled out my fingers and got the tube of lubricating jelly I keep next to my bed. "Hold yourself open for me.” I squeezed out a dab onto his asshole. "Hey, it feels cold!" he said, surprised. "Well, I'll just have to warm it up then." I dug my two fingers back up his now slick anal passage, massaging him. "Does it feel warmer now?" "Yeah! It's beginning to feel real warm and real good." I worked a third finger inside, the rubber band-like muscle of his dilated anus gripping my fingers tightly. But I wouldn't let that sphincter stop my inward passage, as I slid my three fingers all the way to the base and deep into his ass. Once inside, I twisted and churned them in his rectum, massaging his innards and stimulating his aroused prostate. Maybe it's just my luck, or maybe it's that I always seem to search out that route, but most of the guys I've made it with just love to have their bottoms probed, none more than Tim. Now I pulled my fingers out and picked up the vibrator. I covered it with a layer of jelly, then greased his asshole some more. "Okay, stud. Now get ready for this." After all my fingering, the vibrator went in smoothly, though he winced a bit at first. "Do it real easy," he begged. "I don't take it up the ass all the time the way you do." I laughed. He had my number! Looking down at that vibrator as it pierced his asshole, I thought back to when I had been licking Brad's asshole and thinking of all the cocks that had been buried up there. Thoughts of dudes screwing and sucking each other were definitely pressing my button lately. In fact, I'd bet that a lot of babes get an instant wet pussy just thinking about two really good looking guys having sex with each other. Especially if the men are basically straight, masculine studs. Just as guys like to imagine real foxy and feminine babes getting it on with each other, not a couple of butch dykes. "Hey, Tim. You love sex so much. How come you never made it with a guy?" "You know, Annie. I'm straight!" "Yeah, you always say that. But you sure seem to like to take it up the ass." "Yeah, but with a chick doing it to me. That's different." "Maybe someday you'll try it with a dude. I'd love to see that. Watching a guy slide his thick, greased cock up your ass. Or you doing him." "Hey, stop saying that!" he pleaded, but that only spurred me on. I was feeling wicked! "Oh, you'd love it!" I teased him. The battery-powered vibrator was now deep in his ass, and I turned it on. Tim began to sway his buttocks, and buck them against my probing hand. "Yeah! Look at me. I'm screwing your hot, little ass. And you're loving it." His eyes were closed and he didn't say anything. "Aren't you?" "Uh huh-- yeah-- I am." "Well good. Because I think you're ready for something a little bigger now. And a little thicker!" I held up my trusty old dildo, made of flesh-colored rubber, and looking amazingly life-like, down to the details of the veins along the shaft. On the box it said it was molded from the actual cock of a porn star. "Nice, huh?" I said, waving it in his face as he looked at a little uncomfortably, though his eyes seemed riveted by it. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I'm about to shove this up your butt, babe. Every single inch of it!" I fisted the dildo the way I fisted Tim's cock. "Ready? Ready to take this up the ass, dude?" "I guess--" he stammered. "But first I want to see something else," I said holding the dildo right up against my crotch and kneeling by his face. "First I want to see you suck it!" "Now wait a second!" he said, resisting. "You didn't say anything about that." I knew it was one thing to shove it up his ass. Tim had already shown that he loved being probed back there. But sucking it, that was definitely a fag thing to do. He knew it and I knew it. "Oh please! Pretty please!" I cooed seductively, pushing it in his face. "Look at it, Tim, it's my cock. And you like going down on me, don't you, Tim?" "Down on your pussy, yeah." "So now I got a cock," I purred. "Please suck my cock, Tim, please!" Finally he couldn't resist, nervously opening his lips as I forced the rubber cock between them. God, the sight sent a chill running through me. There was sexy Tim, sucking my cock! "Yeah, suck it" I hissed. "Suck it, you cocksucker!" He was about to pull back, but I forcibly held his head in place, feeding it to him. "Very good, very good," I said, finally pulling back. "You surprise me, Tim, you really do know how to suck a cock." He suddenly blushed a deep shade of red. I'd never seen him blush before, and I loved it! He looked so cute like that. Now I greased up the dildo real slow right in front of his eyes, making a big show of it and getting him all excited. Then I turned him around again and worked some more jelly into his asshole. "C'mon. Hold yourself open for me." There was the bullseye of his slick, lubed anus staring me in the face. I pushed the slick knob of the dildo into his crack. "Here goes, stud." He winced as the knob penetrated him, but the knob was the thickest part, so after that was inside I knew it was going to be smooth sailing. Inch by inch, I worked the full length of the dildo all the way inside him. I was mesmerized by the sight, his stretched anus gripping the rubber shaft as it disappeared up his rectum. "How's that feel?" "Feels pretty good," he groaned. He started pushing back on it now. I knew he'd love getting fucked like this. Tim was real sensual, really into body pleasure. Plus he was very anal. You should've seen the way he went at my asshole! And, like he said, he always loved it when I played with his. "Look at you," I said. "You are just loving it!” His cock was nice and hard again, even though he had just let go of a massive load. So I wrapped my fingers around his awakened shaft as I plowed the dildo up his ass. "Oh wow, baby! You're getting fucked. You crave all that dick up your ass, don't you?" He moaned in the affirmative. He was at my mercy now, so I thought I'd take a chance teasing him again on that taboo subject. "Now try to imagine it was a guy doing it to you, with a real cock. A nice thick one. Picture it. You're on your knees with a horny stud behind you. His dick is big and smooth and hard and he's working it into the crack of your ass. You feel him pressing it up against your asshole, and you know that in a moment he's going to be inside you. Fucking you. Screwin' you up the fuckin' ass!" "C'mon, Annie, shut up!" he said, craning his neck to look at me, blushing again. But I was shameless! It was really turning me on, talking to Tim like this, goading him, making him at least think about it. "Yeah! Some hung stud with a rock-hard dick pumping his meat up your butt. And then you'd get your turn, babe. Forcing that thick, hard shaft of yours up some horny dude's tight asshole and fucking the shit out of him. Uh huh! Wouldn't you just love that!" I was really getting myself into quite a frenzy here, screwing Tim's butt and massaging his swollen cock with my other hand. "Makes me so fuckin' horny just thinking about it, Tim. And before you slammed it up the dude's ass, I'd want to see him suck it. He'll love it, the way I love it. You got so much dick to suck down there, babe." I think that was easier for him to take, the thought of having a dude go down on him and then turn around and offer Tim his butt. Even straight dudes sometimes get a charge of doing that, I'd heard. "Then he'd do you," I whispered in his ear as I reamed out his butthole, "He'd make you swallow his cock and shove his deep inside you." He may have hated that idea, but with me fucking his ass, fisting his cock, and whispering these nasty fantasies in his ear, Tim's big penis suddenly began to throb in my hand as he blasted yet another load, his third in twenty-four hours. Finally, I pulled it out of him. "Yeah!" I said, turning him around and giving him a kiss. "That's what it's like to be fucked in the ass!" There was this woman in my jazz dance class who, for some reason, was making my clit twitch. She was quite a few years older than me, maybe even thirty, and I knew she was a wife and mother. Once her husband picked her up after class, bringing their two young daughters. We hit it off from the first day of class, Karen and me, despite our age difference. Like me, she was rather athletic, with this very slender, almost boy-like but gym-honed body, and a very pretty face. She was probably ten years older than I was, but was youthful and vigorous. Since I’m flagrantly bisexual and sometimes intensely attracted to foxy women, I couldn’t help fixating on her a little. But I figured that being a wife and a mother she was probably as straight as they came. Though this wife and mother managed to bring a little tingle to my private parts every time she walked into class. Dressed as she always was in a skintight leotard, I often couldn't keep my eyes off her. And the funny thing is she didn't have what you'd call a knockout, feminine body under that leotard either. She was sort of a runt, in fact. She hardly had any tits, and had these narrow hips, all of which added to her boyish appearance. Plus, her hair was cut real short, like a guy's. But despite her boyish appearance, or maybe partly because of it, there was just this erotic glow about her, her boyish looks a big part of her allure for me. She sort of turned me on as a babe and as a guy. Plus, there was something about the way she moved, displaying the physical gracefulness of a well-oiled cat. I knew she was probably straight, but I couldn't help gazing at her. I usually let her get in front of me so I could stare at her smooth thighs and her tight ass, watching her move. In dance class everything is highlighted. Everyone’s wearing skintight leotards or gym shorts and covered with the sheen of sweat that comes from vigorous physical activity. If you're a bad specimen to begin with, you're probably going to look even worse in this setting. But if you're pretty fit specimen, then that's going to be highlighted too. To me the environment reeked of sex. There were guys in the class as well, most of them gay, but not all. A few of them were jocks taking dance to develop certain of their athletic skills, and a couple of these dudes made me cream too, sometimes. But it was Karen who was the real attraction for me here. So, as the class progressed, I began to daydream about this foxy wife and mother, with her slender waist, narrow hips but cute ass, her washboard stomach and perfect legs. And then, whenever I walked in on her naked in the locker room, my head literally began to spin, I was that excited. "Hi," I said, walking into the locker room and seeing her standing there, naked, drying herself off after showering. "Oh hi, Annie," she said cheerfully. "That was a good class," I said nonchalantly, eager to change right in front of her so she could see me naked too. "Yeah it was," she said, and I thought her gaze lingered a moment at the sight of my nudity. Then she looked like she wanted to say something. "Can I ask you a question?" she finally said. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous or anything, and that you won't take this wrong and get angry. I may be making all this up. But I've noticed you've been looking at me, sort of looking at me in this -- uh-- special way. If I'm just making it up, I'm real sorry. But I thought I'd mention it. I just felt I had too." She looked down shyly, having trouble continuing. "Go on," I urged, overcoming my surprise. "Well, I was just wondering whether maybe you were -- oh, it's so hard for me to say this -- I was wondering whether you were maybe -- attracted to women?" Had I been wrong in assuming she was straight? Or was she straight, but I'd been so blatant in the way I had looked at her, with unconcealed desire in my eyes, that now she just had to mention something about it to me? I took a deep breath, wondering how to respond. I was a little taken aback that she had noticed this in me, detecting that there was something sexual about the way I gazed at her. But I was also sort of thrilled that it showed, that all this was coming out. "Well, sometimes I am attracted to women," I admitted. "You weren't just making it up." "You aren't gay though, are you?" she asked. "No, I'm not gay. But I do enjoy intimacy with women sometimes. It can be very nice," I told her. "But what about the guys you go out with? she asked. "What about them?" I said, smiling. "I do my thing with them and the rest is my business." "I see," she said, smiling knowingly. This was getting me all excited. "How about you, Karen?" I asked now. "Tell me a little about your sexuality? Are you also attracted to females?" "Well, as you know, I'm married," she said. "And I've always thought of myself as being 100% straight. Truthfully, I've never in my life had sex with another female, not even once." Neither of us said anything for a moment, as I waited for her to continue. "But there have been times when I've wanted to it, try being intimate with a woman and to see what that was all about." She couldn't have been more frank. "Is this one of those times?" I asked, looking right into her eyes. "Uh huh-- yeah-- I think so," she stammered, blushing a little. "Well what you noticed was true, Karen," I now confessed to her. "I have been looking at you in a special way. And yes, you do turn me on and I've even had these nasty fantasies about you?" "Like what?" she asked, burning with curiosity. "Fantasies about what?" "All sorts of things!" I teased. She was breathing hard and fast and I thought I could even hear her heart faintly beating. "I don't know whether I should?" she said, squirming a little. Annie's Anal Addiction Ch. 01 "Should what?" "Should ask you." "Ask me what?" "Uh-- whether you think you could possibly show me? Maybe act out some of those fantasies with me?" She took another deep breath. I think she was amazed at herself that she could bring herself to say this. "Maybe I can," I said as we boldly gazed at each other. "You know," Karen said, taking a deep breath. "I told you I thought I noticed you watching me with that twinkle in your eye, like you found me appealing, appealing in a sexual way? Well, the thing is, I was checking you out too, but I was trying to be careful, so you wouldn't notice." "Really?" I said, excited to hear this. "You were checking me out?" "Sure," she confessed now. "I was really lusting after you." "You were, huh?" I purred, giving her a sexy smile. Of course the most amazing thing about all this was that we were actually having this conversation while we were both in the nude. I had walked in on her in the locker room just after she had taken her shower and was drying herself off. "Yeah, and you know what else?" she continued. "No, what?" "Sometimes, after class, I'd go home. I knew my kids wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. So I'd take off all my clothes and stretch out on my bed and masturbate thinking about you, conjuring up images of you in my head, of us, doing all sorts of nasty things." "Like what?" I now probed, eager for more details. She blushed deeply now. "You know--" "Tell me, I want to hear you say it," I insisted. "Like what your pussy looked like, what it would be like licking it, stuff like that," she said. "And what would happen when you thought about all that?" I teased. "Oh God, I'd masturbate like crazy, and beat off to these fantastic orgasms," she confessed. Now, looking around to make sure no other women were in view, I slid my hand between Karen's legs and squeezed her there gently. She closed her eyes and sighed when she felt that. "You'd be playing with this pussy, huh? Thinking about me?" I whispered. "Yessss!!!!" she panted softly, her body trembling. "You want to make love to me?" "Yesss!!!! I really, really do," she sighed longingly, tenderness and anticipation in her voice. "We will, we will make love," I said, leaning over to give her a soft kiss. Now I thought about what we should do next. Obviously we couldn't get down and dirty right here. That would be very awkward, and you never knew who might walk into the locker room at any moment! And I couldn't very well take her back my place since my roommate had her parents in from Wisconsin staying with us for a few days. But she was married and had kids, so I didn't see how we could go back to her place. What were we going do? Get a hotel room or something? Karen must've read my mind. "You know, we can go back to my house," she said, "My husband's away on business for a few days. And the kids. It's Friday, so I'm letting them have an overnight with a couple of their friends." "That's very convenient," I said. "Yeah, and I have a confession to make," she said, blushing slightly. "I knew I was going to mention this to you today, and I was sort of crossing my fingers and hoping that things might turn out the way they did. So, just in case, I arranged things that way. I wanted to make sure that I could ask you over." "Really?" I said, astounded. "You were really thinking all that?" "Uh huh," she said. "I hope you don't feel that was too presumptuous of me." "No, I think you were very wise," I said, running my fingers across her nipples now, feeling them stiffen slightly at my touch. "Well, should we?" she said, breathing hard, anxious, excited. "Should we get dressed and go?" "Yeah, let's do that," I said, "But first let me go in and shower. That was a pretty hard workout she had us do tonight. You've just showered and you're nice and clean, but I'm still all funky and sweaty." "Oh please, please stay like that, stay just the way you are," she begged, pulling on my arm. "Don't shower. In class I watch you getting sweaty and see the stains under your arms and the film of sweat on your back when you turn around. I don't know why, but seeing you like that really excites me, all sweaty and stuff from getting so physical." So this eager wife seemed to have a little fetish for my sweat. Hmmmmm? I began wondering about her. "Alright then," I said. "I'll come back with you all nice and sweaty and funky then." She started panting now, having said all that. The second we were back at her place she was all over me. Since this was to be her first time with a woman I expected she'd be a little hesitant. But that wasn't true at all. She was inflamed with seemingly unquenchable ardor the moment we got in the door. She hugged me so tightly and kissed me so intensely, her lips open, her tongue darting into my mouth, that I thought she'd hug the breath out of me. And the way she looked into my eyes as she wrapped her arms around me, surrendering to me, it was as though she needed affection as much as anything. I knew that feeling. "So you're really new to this?" I asked her again, wanting to hear it. "Making love to a woman?" "Completely new, I've never done it before." "Not even once?" "Like I told you, not even once, scouts honor." "So I've got a virgin on my hands," I said, loving to hear myself say the word. "Yes, I guess you can put it that way," she said. "I guess I am a virgin when it comes to this kind of lovemaking But I don't want to be one after tonight, Annie. I want you to take my virginity and turn me from a heterosexual wife to a bisexual adulteress!" Obviously that was another aspect of all this that was exciting her, that she was cheating on her husband. "Let's go to a guest room we have upstairs," she said, taking my hand. "I don't want to make love to you where I have sex with my husband." Upstairs we rapidly took off our clothes, both of us breathless with arousal now. Her big, blue eyes sparkled, glistened with desire. Gently I pushed her down on my bed, then snuggled alongside her. Again we kissed deeply, tenderly, our hands softly gliding all over each others' bodies. She spread her legs wide as my fingers traveled downward over her stomach. She was ready! When I touched her pussy I saw that she was already thoroughly damp down there. "I'm going to make you feel so good!" I whispered. Slowly I brought my lips down to her neck. She smelled so sweet after her shower and her skin was smooth and silky. When my lips moved towards her breasts, she moaned so longingly it almost broke my heart. She had very small breasts and big, dark protruding nipples, a strange contrast. I tantalized her, slowly kissing and licking every inch of each of her breasts and sucking on both nipples. Her breath was heavy now as she pressed my head against her breasts. "Yes! Yes!" she murmured, her eyes closed tightly, her face in a grimace that almost looked like pain, but which I knew was the intense need to be satisfied, to be overwhelmed with affection and the joys of new pleasures. My mouth moved further down as I licked her navel, then further as I felt the curls of her pubic hair against my lips. "Ahhhhhhh!!!” she panted almost uncontrollably. Now I was between her legs, staring at her pussy. She had a pretty pussy too, very small, with perfectly etched labia, even though she had given birth to two children. And at the cleft of that beautifully sculpted pussy stood her clit, glossy and round as a sweet pea. I kissed that sensitive pea very gently and, as I did, her whole body trembled. "Oh, yes... yes!" she murmured, her desires finally being fulfilled. I feasted on her now. I devoured her, I consumed her! She was grinding her pelvis wildly against my probing tongue, begging for it! Desperate for it! "Oh... it's so good!... it feels so good!" she panted. I showed off my cunnilingual mastery until she literally exploded under the caresses of my lips and tongue, a blistering climax overwhelming her. Now I came back up to her face and we kissed, Karen savoring the wetness of her own pussy on my lips. "That was the best! I've never felt so good, never!" she said, shaking her head in wonderment, her eyes wide with the recognition that she had just been taken to a new plateau of pleasure. "That was nice, making you feel so good," I said, kissing her, her lips opening at the touch of mine, our tongues searching for each other, our breath sweet and hot and intimate. "Now you've had a woman make love to you." "But that's only the half of it, isn't it?" she said, kissing me over and over again. "Now I want to make love to you!" My experience had been different. My first real sexual experience was with a woman. But most straight women, I knew, women who'd already made it with men, they look forward to one thing in particular in their first encounter with a woman. They've usually had their pussies eaten plenty, though by men. So what they're intensely curious about is tasting another woman’s cunt. And that, I sensed, was what Karen was so keen to try now. Since, back in the locker room, Karen had begged me, I had refrained from showering and my whole body was still sticky with sweat. Normally that would have made me very self-conscious in such an intimate situation as this, but that's the way Karen said she wanted me, sweat-drenched, funky, and unwashed. Now she surprised me by suddenly lifting my arm and licking me under there, where I was especially wet and salty. This sure was a first. No one had ever licked under my arm before. She really slurped away at me there, greedy for the taste of my sweat. After lapping away under one arm, she moved to the other. "Yeah, lick it," I encouraged her as she groaned excitedly. Now she began to run her tongue all over my body, kissing and licking me with a raw, hungry passion that was a revelation. I thought I was beginning to understand something about her. I sensed it from the start when she started talking to me in the locker room earlier, that longing, almost submissive gaze in her eyes. And then begging me not to shower, to stay sweaty and funky. I knew enough about various sorts of kinky tastes in sex and intimacy to know that these were signs of sexually submissive behavior. Now this wife, this mother in her thirties who had waited all these years to satisfy a long-suppressed urge, glided her tongue down my legs until she got to my feet. She looked up at me and took a deep breath. "I hope you don't think this is too kinky," she said as she started to consume every inch of both my feet, licking the soles, sucking on each one of my toes. I wondered if she was like this with her husband also, or with other men. "Do you do this to your husband too?" I probed. She looked up, shocked. "Never!" she said. "I'd never do anything like this to my husband, or to any other man. If anything, I've always been kind of dominant with men. I call the shots and put them through the paces. But, strangely, I always knew that with a woman I'd want the opposite. I'd want to be the one to serve them... so now I want to serve you, Annie!" She had a look of pure, raw desire on her face. Now, finally, she spread open my legs and brought her face between them, about to lick me. But I stopped her. "Do you know where I'm especially all sweaty and sticky?" I asked. "No, where?" she said, panting softly, a slavish devotion in her eyes. "Right there!" I said, turning on my belly and pointing between my buttocks. "Right in there." "Oh God!" she gasped as she realized what I was offering to her... my asshole! "Dig in and enjoy it," I said, holding myself open for her. She couldn't wait as she buried her face in the damp crevice between my buttocks, licking away at that warm briny crease, her smooth cheeks rubbing against my sticky cheeks. "Tell me to do it," she begged. "Make me do it." "Tell you to do what?" I teased. "You know," she said, turning a little shy, blushing. "You mean to lick my ass?" I hissed. "Yesss!!!" she whispered, barely audible but immensely excited. "Lick it! Show me how much you love it!" I reached back to press her face forcefully between my buns as she probed with her tongue. "You love licking my hot, sweaty asshole, don't you?" I asked. "Yes, yes..." she said. "Yes what?" I asked. "Yes, I love licking your sweaty... your..." she hesitated, unable to mouth the words. "My sweaty asshole!" I said. "Yes, yes... your asshole!" she gasped, returning to it. I thought I would now try something I had fantasized about a few times. So I pushed her away from me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get over my knees, get over them right now!" I barked. She eagerly draped herself over my knees. I looked down at her trim, narrow but still fleshy bottom. "You're a nasty girl, aren't you? Begging to lick my funky feet and my sweaty asshole?" I cackled. "Yes, yes, I'm nasty, I'm naughty, I'm bad!" she said in a girlish voice, turning to look at me with a meek but profoundly longing gaze. "Bad girls need to be punished," I said as I brought the flat of my hand down on her buttocks and began spanking her. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" she said, unable to contain her excitement at this fulfillment of an obvious fantasy. I was amazed at what I was doing -- spanking the perfect bottom of this kinky wife who was draped over my knees. Draped over my knees, naked, while her husband was away at work and her children were visiting with friends. The road to infidelity can lead to all sorts of twists and turns! After both her buns were appealingly pink, I got back on the bed and spread my legs. "Now you may lick my pussy," I told her, pointing to it. "Here it is!" She stared at it like it was the most stunning sight she had ever seen in her life. Which, at that moment, it may very well have been. As I've mentioned, I have a dense, thick tangle of pubic hair down between my legs so, naturally, when I dance and sweat my pubic bush acts a little like a sponge, soaking up the sweat. And, with my intense arousal added to this, which always makes me wet, I was absolutely soaked down there now. "Go on, suck the sweat out of my bush," I said, pressing her head down firmly. She took patches of my pubic hair between her lips and sucked them as you would suck the juice out of a mango. Then she dug deeper, lapping away at my briny cunt. She was raw and awkward and a little jagged in her moves. Partly this was the excitement, and partly it was just that she was a novice at what she was doing. But there was something thrilling about the awkward way she licked me and that, more than her technique, was what was now turning me on so much. She was almost out of control down in my pussy. It was as though she wanted to lose herself down there, to bury her face in all that wet... salty... aroused female flesh forever! I let her luxuriate in my dampness until, many minutes later, I felt that surge of electric pleasure as she finally made me climax. "How was I? Was I okay?" she asked. "You were fine Karen," I told her. "No, I wasn't. I've never done that, I don't know how to do it right yet," she insisted, obviously still feeling insecure. I stroked her hair gently, comforting her. It was strange. Here I was, just twenty, and she a mature woman, a mother. But it was I who was the experienced lover, and she who was the sexual ingenue. "Can I shower now?" I finally asked after we luxuriated a while in our post-orgasmic bliss, laying next to each other, cuddling and hugging and kissing, a look of pure contentment on Karen's face. If I had been sticky and sweaty and funky earlier, now, after all this heated lovemaking, I knew I really could've used a shower. "Sure," she said, her eyes cheerful and bright. "Why don't we take one together. After all, we've got all the time in the world." The husband was away for several more days; her kids were gone for the night, so now me and Karen could do whatever we wanted and take as much time doing it as we wished. We stepped into the shower and soaped each other up, working up a lather between each other's legs and buns. She soaped my breasts, luxuriating in their fullness, such a contrast to her own almost non-existent ones. We kissed and hugged while we cleansed ourselves like this, enjoying the moment, basking in the aftermath of our deeply satisfying lovemaking, letting the rush of warm water rain down upon us. Karen's eyes shined, her face glowed with delight now that she had this experience, had made love to another woman for the first time, had finally been robbed of that kind of virginity! "Gee, I forgot to pee," I said, suddenly feeling the urge. "Go ahead," she told me "you can pee in the shower." And that's what I did, standing there, looking into her tender eyes, relieving myself, feeling comfortable, intimate doing something like this, something I probably wouldn't do with a guy, but felt perfectly natural doing next to another woman, next to Karen. Finally we stepped out of there and dried each other off with two big, soft, fluffy towels. Clean, all dried off, and thoroughly naked, we gazed at one another again. "Feel like another round?" I said, my libido completely recharged, as I guessed hers was. "I was hoping you'd suggest that," she purred, coming close as I wrapped my arms around her and drew Karen against me, her hot, smooth body pressing against mine. We fell back on her bed and just kissed and hugged for a while, hands roving over each other's bodies, probing, caressing. Soon her face was between my legs again. She couldn't get enough! Now that she had finally tasted pussy, she wanted-- she needed-- more! This time she went about it a little more smoothly, the awkward excitement of that first time replaced by a more knowing touch. The way she went down on me soon brought me to another spectacularly intense climax. And then I did her one more time. She got off like a firecracker, in about thirty seconds. Something had been unleashed in Karen tonight, something truly sizzling, and it was pouring out of her like hot, molten lava. Then she was back to me again. It's a good thing I'm as multi-orgasmic as I am, because Karen couldn't get enough of me, she was downright ravenous! She had tasted pussy and, instantly, she was hooked. We went on like this for hours, and finally she asked me whether I wanted to stay the night. I thought that might be a little rash of her, but she assured me her husband was three thousand miles away, and her kids wouldn't be back before noon the following day. So I told her I'd stay over. "Oh good!" she hissed, hearing that. "We'll keep doing it 'til we drop!" "You're a hot one," I said, drawing her close. "You opened me up, Annie, you made me hot." Suddenly she got up off the bed. "I'll be right back, I want to show you something," she said, leaving the room. She came back holding a bag. "Wait'll you see this," she said, pulling out something. My eyes went wide. That 'something' she mentioned was this huge strap-on dildo. I had seen models like this one down in the store where I got mine. Those two dykes over there were eyeing one just like it. "Look at that thing!" I said, staring at it. It was really big, even bigger than Tim’s, and he had himself a really big one. And though it was nothing but a big hunk of molded rubber, it looked just like a real erect penis. "You know why I have this?" she asked. Annie's Anal Addiction Ch. 01 "No, why?" "I fuck my husband up the ass with it." "Holy shit!" I gasped, startled. "But it's huge. He takes that up his ass?" "He doesn't have much choice," she smirked. Then she explained that her husband and she were a little kinky. She liked dominating him and doing all sorts of wicked things to him, and he was more than grateful to take whatever she dished out. "So he's sort of my sex slave, and I do whatever I want with him," she explained. "But when I'm whipping his butt, or screwing it, or forcing him down to his knees to serve me, I sometimes think about being in his place. But not with him, never with a guy. Like I told you, my fantasies have always involved a woman putting me through the paces." "I know," I said, "The way you didn't want me to shower, the way you licked my sweat, sucked my toes, I could tell. And I knew you'd love it if I spanked your butt, that's why I went ahead and did that to you." "I loved that; I loved it when you spanked me." "And what would you like me to do to you now?" I asked, staring down at the dildo. "I want you to strap this on and fuck the living daylights out of me," she said, handing me the rubber cock. "You see, my husband, he's got this little dick. It doesn't even get all that hard. So I don't get much satisfaction from him. But you Annie, you and this cock of yours, I'm sure you could satisfy me." I took it from her and examined it. "I've never done this before, never used one of these babies," I confessed. "Then you get to do something for the first time as well, both of us do," she said, helping me strap the dildo to myself. "You get to fuck a woman, and I get to be fucked by one." "A well-hung woman," I said, stroking 'my' equipment now that it was strapped on. "Nine inches long, two inches thick, that's what it said on the package," she told me. Now she dug into the bag again and pulled out a black leather paddle. "And maybe you'd like to use this on me first," she said, handing it to me. "I whip my husband's sorry ass with it about once a week." "And now you want me to whip your sorry ass?" I said, taking it from her as her expression suddenly went soft and slavish, looking at me devotedly. "Turn around and bend over, hands on your knees!" I barked at her as she obeyed, exposing her smooth, trim and very vulnerable buns. Now I brought that leather paddle down on her pert, springy buns as she ooohed and aaahed, eagerly bending over for me, offering me her helpless bottom, which I soon turned the shade of the lipstick I was wearing. "Look at you, you're all pink," I said. "Thank you," she said meekly. "Thank you for beating my ass and making it all pink like that." Now I shoved her down on the bed, on her back as she instinctively spread her legs as wide as possible, a look of desperate longing in her eyes, her lips open, her chest heaving with excitement. "I think you need to get fucked!" I hissed at her, getting between her legs and working that big rubber cock right up her cunt. I'd never done this. Maybe I'd thought about it a couple of times, fucking a chick with a strap-on, but now that I was actually doing it, I took to it like a fish to water. I was a natural-born fucker! -- pumping away at this sexy wife and mother as she wrapped her legs around my waist and clawed at my back. "Yeah, fuck me... please!" she begged. I went the rounds with her, the way Don had gone with me that first time. I had her get on top of me, then I got behind her, fucking her in one position after another, as she shrieked and howled, overwhelmed by raw, carnal excitement -- excitement provoked by the rugged moves of another woman! Finally, after she had climaxed a couple more times, I pulled it out of her and she lowered her face to suck it, tasting her own juices on it. "How about now you try fucking me up the ass with it?" she asked. Though Karen was a little tentative when she first approached me in the locker room, pretty soon she was telling me exactly what she wanted. Begging me not to shower because she wanted me all funky and sweaty. And now she was asking me to fuck her up the butt. "Up the ass?" I said, making sure I heard her right. "Yeah, right in the butt." "Are you sure you can take it that way?" I asked, a little concerned. "It's pretty big." "Hell, if my wimp of a husband can take it, I can take it." "Okay, Karen, I'll screw that hot little ass of yours," I purred, as though I'd been doing this sort of thing all my life. "Oh goody!" she groaned, turning around and wiggling that tight little boyish butt of hers in my face, "I can't wait!" She reached back and held herself open for me so I could see her hole. I realized there were quite a few sides to this hot wife, this woman with all her secret desires. There was the tender, erotic side, longing for the pleasures of female-to-female sex. There was the slavish and submissive side, begging to lick my feet and to have her butt spanked and paddled. And now there was this frisky side as she eagerly scampered up on her knees and proudly showed off her butthole, lewdly swaying her bottom. "Here," she said, reaching into her bag again. She handed me a tube of lubricating jelly. "Yeah," she panted breathlessly. "Get me ready, get my butt ready!" I unscrewed the cap and was about to squeeze some of the clear, slick jelly right into her crack, when I thought I'd start with something else first, something I had come to like doing a lot, to guys and, especially, to hot babes like Karen. "Now I get to taste yours," I said, suddenly digging my tongue into her crack as she had eagerly dug her tongue into my sweaty crevice earlier. I knew she wanted to be passive, submissive and she may have thought that my licking her ass like this didn't quite fit with that image, so I thought I'd take care of that by spanking her ass while I licked it. "Oh shit!" she cried out as she took in the double sensation, a soft, wet tongue in her ass, a firm hand bringing down blows on her taut bottom. Then I pulled away and slapped a big dab of the jelly onto my fingers, working it into her crack, rubbing it around as she pushed her butt back excitedly against my probing fingers. I slid one, then two fingers up that tight, but now slick asshole of Karen's. "That's it, work it open," she begged, craning her neck to look back at me as I reamed out her bottom, prepping it for the thick tool Karen had me strap on and begged me to use on her. "Is this how you do it to your husband?" I couldn't help asking, curious. "Oh him? No, now I just shove it up the creep's ass nice and rough, the way he needs it, the way he likes it," she said. "But you can actually get a little rougher with me too, put a couple more in." "Okay, here's two more," I said, now ramming four stiff fingers up her anal passage, into her rectum, twisting them around mercilessly in her hot, humid depths. And she was desperately pushing that butt out, eager to get those fingers as deep inside her as she could. "I'm ready," she said, turning back anxiously, looking at me with heated, desperate, almost animal eyes. Karen, who started off this evening a rather demure wife, eager to voice her secret vices and desires, had by now become a raging sex freak, here on her knees, begging to be fucked up the ass. So I pulled my fingers out and knelt behind her, working the tip of the dildo into her lubed crack, with her all the while craning her neck so she could watch me shove it inside her. "Ahhhhhhh.... shit!!!!!" she howled as I held on to her hips and pushed forward, slowly forcing the rubber cock inside, up her ass, deep. "Oh God yes, fuck my ass!" she shrieked as I hammered it up her bottom now with deep, relentless thrusts, feeling very much the aggressor who had a willing babe up on her knees, begging for it, begging to get sodomized. "If only your husband could see you now," I teased. "Don't even say that," she said, laughing, no doubt wanting to limit her spouse to an image of a rough, dominant woman who was the doer. I spanked her ass while I fucked it, as she desperately reached a hand between her legs to tend to her clit. Suddenly, she gasped so loudly that I was startled, then collapsed flat on the bed, pulling away from my cock. Now that she had climaxed she probably couldn't take it anymore like that. "That was amazing!" she said, looking back at me with a stunned, overwhelmed expression, her eyes shining with carnal joy and satisfaction. "It sure was," I said, spreading her buns to look at the damage I had done. There it was, her anus, completely dilated, a ravaged hole, a hole I had reamed opened with my savage thrusts. Finally we went to sleep. But the next morning, before her daughters returned, we went another round. And by the time I left I knew I had this hot wife wrapped around my little finger. And I had a feeling I'd be seeing plenty of her. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she whispered, showering me with kisses, her eyes glowing with gratitude and a deep, deep satisfaction. Chapter 2 To Come...