2 comments/ 21090 views/ 14 favorites Susan's New Twist to Anal Sex Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Having a bad day and not enjoying his stay in the big city at all, with one inconvenience after another ruining his visit, now totally lost and disoriented while trying to go home to Pig's Holler, Kentucky, Billy Bob got on the wrong train. After already having come from Boston to make what he thought was his connection for home, now heading in the wrong direction when getting off the train to buy some souvenirs for his wife and kids, he was heading back to Boston again. Not used to big cities and trains, a real country boy who was more comfortable on a horse, on a tractor, or in his beloved pickup truck with the gun rack and pictures of Carrie Underwood, afraid to fly, he took the train to Boston to see a sick friend. Now just wanting to go home, only instead of heading south back to Kentucky, he was heading north back to Boston again. "Shoot," he said when the conductor punched his ticket and gave him the bad news. "Are you kidding me? Tarnation," he said slapping his leg with is hand in frustration. "Don't that beat all?" Already bored by the long ride and with the train filled with city slickers in business suits talking to one another or on their cell phones too fast for him to understand, they spoke as if speaking a foreign language. His only passive entertainment was ogling all the young, pretty women dressed in tight dresses and short skirts. An unafraid to admit ass man, he had a thing women's backsides especially when they wore shapely tight dresses that defined the round, firmness of their buttocks. Feeling so very out of place, like a farmer at a ballet or a cowboy at an opera, there wasn't one man on the train wearing shit kicking boots and a wide brim cowboy hat but for him. There wasn't one woman wearing daisy dukes and a tight low cut top that showed some cleavage in the way of Ellie Mae Clampett of the Beverly Hillbillies or Catherine Bach in the Dukes of Hazzard always wore. 'Why is everyone so dressed up, as if they're going to church, to a dance social, or to court,' he thought to himself. 'Do they dress like this every day? I'd kill myself if I had to wear my best Sunday suit and tie every day.' Nonetheless, as if they were foreigners in his own country, when indeed they were all Americans, staring at the women while paying no never mind to the men, he surveyed the passengers before his eyes latched on to a tall, busty, beautiful blonde walking towards him. With her body moving in sections, ass, pussy, and tits, ass, pussy, and tits, she slowly advanced his way as if she was walking to music. "Wow," he said out loud while thinking, 'My, my, my. I'd like to get me some of that." Seeing her move in slow motion as if she was doing a slow Samba and as if she was slow dancing to music while walking towards him, he concentrated his stare on her hot body. Ass, pussy, and tits, ass pussy, and tits, he felt a little drool in the corner of his mouth leave his lip and fall on his jean covered thigh as if it was precum dripping from his cock. 'Sit here, please sit beside me,' he thought while hoping she would. 'Lord, I never asked you for much but please let her sit beside me.' The light breeze from the few opened windows on the train blew back her stands of her long, blonde hair from her face as if she was a model walking the runway in front of a fan set on low. Enjoying the view before him, he could only imagine the view from behind her. He'd love to lift up her short skirt, pull down her panty, and bend her over his hog trough while fucking her up her ass. Although there are plenty of beautiful women in Kentucky, he's never seen a woman as beautiful as the one heading in his direction. 'Sit beside met, please sit beside me. Please, please, please sit beside me,' he chanted to himself as if chanting mantra of hopeful premonition. Mindlessly texting on her phone while briefly looking up for her seat without glancing at Billy Bob, truly she was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. She was even more beautiful than Mary Lou, Raylene, and Becky Sue from back home, women who he'd love to get alone in the barn, up in the hay loft, or down in the stables. He'd love to fuck in the ass any one of those women or all three of those women. No doubt, in the way that he was looking at her was the same way that she was ignoring him. He'd love to go skinny dipping with her at the old watering hole. He could only imagine what she'd look like neked, neked, neked. Maybe she was attracted to his cowboy hat or his imagined country boy charm, his lucky day, her perfume filled his nose when she sat her fine ass down beside him. God almighty, he couldn't believe she was sitting next to him on the train back to Boston. At this point, so long as she was right there beside him, he didn't give a hoot where he was going. No doubt playing it cool by playing hard to get, in the way he was staring at her, she was paying him no never mind. As if already easing his cock in her ass, the rhythm of the train made him imagine that he was already fucking her. Every time the train went over a bump, as if a beat to his ass fucking music, he imagined his cock going deeper in her ass. He imagined reaching up in front of her to hold on to her big tits while he humped her harder and forced his cock inside of her ass deeper. He imagined her enjoying a good ass fucking as much as he was enjoying a good ass fucking. As if he was riding a bull in the rodeo or busting a wild Mustang on his ranch, he imagined banging her from behind. "Howdy ma'am," he said in his best southern gentleman voice while tipping his hat. He gave her a big, yellow toothed smile gotten from chawing too much tobacco and drinking too much black coffee. Permanently stained, no matter how often his dentist cleaned his teeth, unless he paid extra for a whitening process, he could never get them white. Compared to these city slickers he felt more like a hillbilly than he did a horseman. Compared to these city slickers with everyone knowing where they're going and what they're doing, he felt so out of place when he didn't even know where in the Hell he was at. Giving him a brief look before looking away with disinterest, as if he was nakedly exposed and was flashing her his cock, she read him with a split second look of indifference. "Hi," she said quickly looking away to retrieve a magazine from her oversized pocketbook. Paying him no never mind in the way that he didn't pay attention to anyone but for the good looking women on the train, she opened her magazine to read. "What's ya all readin'?" She gave him an annoyed look that should have told him not to bother her. "Boston magazine," she said giving him a forced smile. She turned the magazine to him to show him the cover with a caption beneath the picture of a runner that read, Extreme Fitness, Stronger, Faster, Dirtier, six of the hub's most punishing workouts. "Wow. I should have figured a big city like Boston would have their own magazine," he said. "We don't have anything like that where I'm from. If we did have a magazine, we'd have a picture of a big, old hog on the cover," he said laughing out loud. When she didn't respond by asking him where he was from, he continued in her verbal interruption of her. "You from Boston?" "Yes," she said sighed and rolled her eyes while not looking up from her magazine and without looking over at him. He sat there waiting for her to talk more and when she didn't, verbally assaulting her with what he thought was his country boy charm and what she obviously thought was just a nuisance, he continued talking at her while bothering her. "I'm from Kentucky," he said with pride. Again when she showed no interest in him and where he was from, he continued. "Pig's Holler. We're known for pigs." "That's nice," she said still not even looking at him while continuing to read her magazine. "Do you watch the nightly, national news on TV, ABC World News with Diane Sawyer?" He paused waiting for her to look up and answer his question. When she didn't respond, he continued talking. "She's from Kentucky. Oh, yeah, she sure is and she makes all of us Kentuckians proud. Yessiree," he said while thinking that he wouldn't mind fucking Diane Sawyer up her ass. He continued talking to her as if they were a couple. No doubt, if there was another available seat on the train, she would have changed her seat but with the train crowded with commuters, she'd have to endure sitting next to him all the way to Boston. "I don't watch the news. With nothing ever changing, the news is the same every day but for the date," she said with smugness. Already off trying to think of something else to break the ice, he ignored her comment about the news. "Wanting to take the train home, when I got off the train to buy some souvenirs, and got back on, we me all turned around backwards, got on the wrong train," he said looking at her as if waiting for her to look at him and/or to respond. When she didn't look at him or respond to him, he continued talking. "How 'bout that? Yes, ma'am, I took the wrong train," he said. "And so here I am sitting beside a nice lady like you. It's kismet and fate, our destiny that we should meet, yes ma'am." "That's too bad that you took the wrong train," she said, no doubt meaning it and wishing he was on the train headed home instead of on the train with her. "I was trying to get back to Pig's Holler," he said. "The conductor said that I can get off the next stop to turn around but if you're going to Boston," he said with a smile. "I'd rather stay just right where I am with you," he said patting Susan's knee as if he owned her tight ass. She looked at his hand as if she had laser vision and could melt his hand with just a concentrated stare. As if she was sitting in a cinema and a stranger fondled her knee, his touched startled her. Susan stared down at his hand before looking up at him with a look that told him he had better remove his hand from her person or else. "You have nice, long fingers," she said with a plastic smile, "albeit you have a bit too much dirt beneath your fingernails. It would be a shame for me to break your fingers for being fresh with my knee," she said giving him another phony smile. "Thank you, I think," he said looking at his fingers. As if a turtle hiding in his shell, hiding his dirty fingernails, he curled his fingers in a fist while returning his fisted hand to her knee. "My name is Billy Bob. What's your name pretty lady?" "My name?" She looked at him and gave him a smile that melted his heart. In an instant he imagined telling his wife that he was leaving her. In an instant, he imagined kissing his kids goodbye and selling the family farm to live in Boston. In an instant he imagined walking down the aisle in readiness to marry her. "My name is fuck off hillbilly," she said before leaning into him. "If you want to keep your hand, I suggest you remove it from my person. Now!" Giving him her best not a woman to fuck with look, she gave him the icy stare of a Mafia hit woman. Glad that he hadn't told his wife that he was leaving her, kissed his kids goodbye, and sold the family farm, obviously she was hard to read. If she did love him, he'd never know it. Surely, in the way that women fell for him back home, love at first sight, he didn't understand why this woman wasn't making a big fuss over him now. "Sorry," he said removing his hand. "My mistake." With the vision of his Honeymoon with him giving her a good ass fucking slowly fading from his mind, he turned to look out the window before looking back at her. "I meant you no harm and I do apologize for my forwardness. Where I'm from, we don't ask. We just take when we see something we want. I was just trying to be friendly is all. If anything I was paying you a compliment. If anything, you should be flattered that I'd be interested in you." "Compliment? I don't consider you groping me a compliment. Flattered? Why would I be interested in the likes of you?" She looked at him as if he was beneath her. She looked at him as if he was an alien from another universe. She looked at him as if she'd never want him to fuck her up her ass. "Moreover, I don't need any more friends," she said not even looking up at him. "I have plenty enough friends already." He laughed and bumped her with his elbow as if they were sitting in a bar drinking a beer and having a good time. "Shoot. Ain't nobody can have enough friends. Sometimes, depending upon the friend and upon the kinfolk, I'd much rather have friends than kinfolk. Friends help you out of a jam while kinfolk will always get you in one," he said with a hearty laugh before remaining silent while watching her reading her magazine and reading over her shoulder. "What about enemies?" "Pardon?" "Enemies. You said you have enough friends but what about enemies?" "What about enemies?" She breathe out her words with obvious exasperation. She looked at him with feigned interest before looking away. "You said you have plenty enough friends already and don't need any more friends," he said. "I was just wondering what about enemies? If you have plenty of friends, you must know a lot of people to have plenty of enemies too." Maybe it was the Boston air that allowed him to articulate himself better, but he had a proud look on his face that he could put those two thoughts together to make the leap that if she had enough friends then she must have plenty of enemies. With her talking to him again, he gave her a victorious smile as if he had just caught the biggest fish in the fishing hole. "Oh," she said returning back to her magazine. "I don't have any enemies," she said with a shrug before returning to reading her magazine. With everyone having enemies, he gave her a look as if she was crazy. "Shoot. You don't have any enemies? Everyone has enemies," he said. He looked at her as if she was having some fun with him and foolin' him. "If you don't mind me asking, how is that you don't have any enemies? Everyone has enemies. You must be a real nice person for you not to have folk that don't like you." She looked up from her magazine again and closed it this time. She put the magazine in her pocketbook before answering him. "Oh, you misunderstand. I had lots of enemies, more than I could take," she said. "There was a time when I had too many enemies, more enemies than friends." "Is that so?" "Yes," she said. "That's the truth." He remained quiet again while studying her. "So, what happened to all your enemies that you don't have any enemies now?" She looked at him and smiled. "I killed them all," she said. He looked at her wide-eyed horrified before smiling and before laughing. "Shhhhit, you had me for a minute. You're a funny one. You really did have me for a minute there. Killed all your enemies? That's funny," he said laughing. "For a minute there, I believed you. Now that I think about it, I wish I could kill all of my enemies but I'd rather have enemies than to spend the rest of my life in jail. I have some friends serving time and I can tell you that it's not picnic. No ma'am, it's no joke to spend years behind bars." As if he looked like Robert Redford as Sundance in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, he gave her his best country boy smile. Only looking more like a younger Marlon Brando lookalike, heavy in the belly and big in the ass, chest, and thighs, he looked nothing like the Sundance Kid. "Suffice to say that you don't want to get on my bad side," she said. He looked at her as if she was from another planet. "Suffice? I ain't never heard that word before," he said. "What does that mean, suffice?" "Suffice? It means, take it as the Gospel truth that you don't want to get on my bad side," she said giving him another smile. He made a face as if getting on her bad side wouldn't be a problem for him. "Is that right?" He leaned back from her as if to get a better look at her. "Is that so?" Not removing the smirk from his face, with him so much bigger than her, he allowed her to see his disbelief on his face that she could ever be a threat to him. "Yes," she said making eye contact with him. He nodded his head at her. "Well, you know what missy?" He smiled at her while staring at her. "My name is Susan." "Well, you know what Susan," he said leaning in to her to whisper in her ear. "I'd love to not only get on your bad side but I'd love to get on and in your back side too," he said with a loud laugh. Moving closer to her to stick his hand behind her back, he reached his hand all the way down to squeeze her ass. "I'd love to fuck you up the ass." As if she was an owl who had just spotted a rat, and as if he jabbed her with a fork at feeding time, Susan turned her head quick enough to surprise Billy Bob into moving away from her lest they bump heads. "Pardon?" She looked at him looking at her. "I said," he said leaning into her again this time close enough for him to whisper in her ear. "I'd love to fuck you up your ass," he said beaming a smile while moving his hand from her ass to return it to her leg, this time to her upper thigh instead of her knee. She looked down at his hand before looking up at him. "You would? You'd love to fuck me up my ass? Is that what you'd like to do?" She gave him the smile that he had been giving her and he returned her smile with the confidence of a man about to have anal sex with a beautiful woman. "Yes ma'am, I would," he said nodding his head as if he had just agreed to sell her his prized pig. With her putting her magazine down to smile at him, he looked hopeful that she'd agree to have anal sex with him. "Well, sir, that's the best offer that I had all day," she said looking at her watch before smiling up at him. "I'll tell you what. My car is parked in the garage at North Station. What say we do our anal fucking business in the garage where we'll have plenty of privacy?" He looked at her as if she was funning with him and when he realized she wasn't funning with him, he smiled. "That sounds mighty good to me," said Billy Bob smiling as if he had just had a snoot full of moonshine before winning the pissing contest. "Just one thing," she said holding up her thumb in index finger to his eyes. "I have one, small condition before you fuck me up my ass," she said. "What's that? Anything. You name it and you got it baby girl," he said. "What's your condition?" "My condition is that I get to fuck you up the ass first," she said with a big smile of victory. He looked as if she had just thrown a bucket full of cold water in his face. "Fuck me up the ass first?" He looked at her as if she was drunk. "Say what? You want to fuck me up the ass? Golly," he said removing his hat to scratch his head. "I ain't never heard of a woman fucking a man up the ass before. I ain't never been fucked up the ass before neither. I heard that's that they do in prison but I ain't never heard of a woman fucking a man up his ass," he said giving her a long, hard look. "Is that that what they do here in Boston?" "This is what I do in Boston. Yes," she said. "Well how you gonna do that when you don't have no cock to stick up my ass. Say, wait, you ain't one of those transsexuals are you with tits and a cock," he said reaching up to feel Susan's tit before reaching up her short skirt and between her legs to feel her panty clad pussy. She stared down at his hand before staring up at him. "Now is that really necessary Billy Bob? Do I look like a man to you, Sugar? Moreover, do I look a woman who would allow someone like you to grope me without repercussions and without you paying for the privilege?" "Reper what? I don't rightly know what that word is," he said. "Repercussions," she said. "Consequences of your actions. You felt my breast through my blouse and bra and then took the liberty of sticking your hand up my short skirt to feel my panty clad pussy. There are consequences to your actions. Now you must pay for touching and feeling me in such a familiar way," she said. Susan's New Twist to Anal Sex Ch. 01 "I apologize for touching and feeling you in such a familiar way. I meant no disrespect. I was just makin' sure that you were a lady and not a dude. If I was to really feel you, I'd leave my hand on your tit and pussy longer than what I did. Yes, ma'am, that's for sure. I'm just makin' sure after what happened to my cousin Clem and to my friend Rosco, when they picked up a couple of hitchhikers and they both turned out to be dudes instead of gals, doesn't happen to me." "Yeah, so? So, pray tell, what happened to Clem and Rosco?" "Nothin', except they're all married now and living the lives as gay men," said Billy Bob laughing out loud while reaching up his hand to feel her big breast again. She looked down at his hand as if she was about to sever it from his wrist. "Especially not in public on this crowded train Billy Bob, you best not grope me again without my expressed invitation and stated permission," she said. "I don't take kindly to a man feeling my tit without first buying me dinner." Billy Bob removed his hand from Susan's breast. "Sorry but," he said with a laugh, "I'll have you know that I'm a proud member of Gropers Anonymous. It's my job to grope purdy women," he said with a big laugh. She smiled. "And I'll have you know what I'm a proud member of AFAA," she said. "AFAA? What's that? Sort of an aviation thing? Are you a stewardess? I knew you were someone special because I pegged you for a model as soon as I laid eyes on you. I've never seen a woman as purdy as you are." "Thank you," she said. "So, tell me, what does AFAA stand for?" "Ass Fucking Association of America," she said. "Ass Fucking Association of America? No shit," he said. "I never knew there was an ass fucking association in America or anywhere else. Hot damn, being that I'm a proud, card carrying member of the NRA, I wouldn't mind being a proud, card carrying member of the AFAA too. I mean, I figured if there was an ass fucking association anywhere in the world, it would be in one of those foreign countries, Turkey, Greece, or Texas." "Texas?" She laughed at his ignorance. "You think Texas is a foreign country?" "I sure do." "Tell me, I'm dying to know, how do you figure that Texas is a foreign country?" "I heard it on the TV. A beauty pageant contestant when pointing to a map of all the foreign countries she's been to, said that Texas is a foreign country and I believe her. With her being on TV looking so purdy, she has no reason to lie." "You can't believe everything you see on TV, Billy Bob. Texas is a state of the United States and not a country," she said. "Okay. You got me," he said looking at her as if she was lying to him or pulling his leg. "Ass Fucking Association of America?" He looked at her as if she was having some fun with him. "There ain't no such thing," he said looking at her. "Is there? You're just trying to get me again." "There sure is an Ass Fucking Association of American and I happen to be their champion ass fucker." "Champion ass fucker? No shit," he said slapping his knee. "Golly. Running into you is much like running into the bull riding champ, Slim Taylor, from the rodeo. What are the odds that I'd bump into a champion ass fucker? You're a genuine celebrity is what you are. Best you be gentle with my backside," he said with a big laugh. "So, tell me," said Susan. "Have you ever been fucked up the ass before because if you've been fucked up the ass before, you've never been fucked up the ass until you've been fucked up the ass by me?" "I can't say that I've rightly have been fucked up the ass before," he said. "You can't rightly say that you've been fucked up the ass before or you won't admit that you've been fucked up the ass before? Which is it Billy Bob? It has to be one or the other," she said giving a hard enough stare to make him come clean. "Don't you be lying to me, Billy Bob," she said. "What kind of relationship would we have if there's lies between us?" "Well to be honest with you, I was gang raped by some brothers in the Castle on the Cumberland," he said nodding his head with a look of shame on his face. "Castle on the Cumberland? What the Hell is that?" "That's the Kentucky State Penitentiary," he said. "I see," she said. "So what do you say Billy Bob? If you allow me to fuck you up the ass first, then I'll allow you to fuck me up the ass." "Yeah, sure, I can agree to that but how are you going to fuck me up the ass when you don't have anything to fuck me up the ass with? What are you gonna use your finger?" He laughed a big laugh. "Your puny little fingers won't go very far up my ass." "Oh, no, I have something better than my finger to fuck you up the ass with," she said. "I have Big Bruno," she said with a big smile. "Big Bruno? Who the Hell is that? Is he your boyfriend?" "In a manner of speaking, yes, Big Bruno is my boyfriend. Only, Big Bruno is not a who but a what," she said reaching in her pocketbook to retrieve her strap on dildo. "Big Bruno is my strap-on dildo," she said holding her toy up for him to see." "Damn. Holy shit. That's the biggest dildo I've ever seen. I can see why you call him Big Bruno, but a deal is a deal and I'm not about to go back on my word," said Billy Bob. "You fuck me up the ass with that thing and then it's my turn to fuck you up your ass with my thing. Deal?" "Deal," said Susan. "Billy Bob spit in the palm of his hand before offering his hand to Susan and Susan spit in the palm of her hand before offering her hand to Billy Bob. To be continued... Susan's New Twist to Anal Sex Ch. 02 Susan anally fucks Billy Bob with her strap-on dildo, Big Bruno in Boston. True to her word, once Susan got off the train, she had Billy Bob accompany her to her car in the parking lot near North Station in Boston's historic North End where they'd have some privacy. In her attempt to make him aware of what it felt like to be on the other end of anal sex, she was going to fuck him anally up his ass with her strap-on dildo, Big Bruno. Being that he was so hot and heavy for her ass, the deal was that after she fucked him up his ass, he could fuck her up her ass. With the parking lot so big, taking up a portion of what used to be the West End before they invoked eminent domain during urban renewal. Back then, during the 50's and 60's, they demolished houses for the sake of the expressway, the Massachusetts General Hospital, and massive high rise luxury apartment buildings. Back then, with the West End having a large German and Polish population, mostly recent immigrants to the country, they displaced people with little or no regard to where they'd go. It was a long walk to her car, especially during a rainy or cold winter's day but weather didn't bother her in the way that it bothered most women. Invigorating her, with weather all about Mother Nature and the forces of God or who knows what, she loved weather. Glad she was off that stuffy, crowded train, the rain and the cold made her feel alive but today was a nice, sunny day and the sun felt good on her face as she walked towards her car. In the shadow of the old Boston Garden now TD Garden where the Boston Bruins and Boston Celtics play, her car was there waiting for her. In a parking lot filled with cars, seeing her car in the distance as soon as she entered the lot, her car was easily identifiable. Tucked in the far corner up against a wall, out of harm's way of car doors being opened too quickly, she parked it there as if it was her reserved space when it was a public lot. When everyone else jockeyed for parking spaces up front while parking too close to one another, she took the parking space way in the back and with the furthest walk from the train station. In the way that people are always late to catch a train, she was seldom late and was usually early. Enjoying the walk at a brisk pace, walking from and to her car twice a day was part of her passive, exercise regimen. Women don't like walking too far, especially when wearing uncomfortable high heels and especially at night but she's never had a problem with anyone bothering her. Keeping a pair of flats tucked in her oversized purse, forsaking fashion for comfort, she usually switched shoes when walking any distance. For the sake of what she planned on doing to Billy Bob's ass with her strap-on dildo, she decided to not change from her high heel shoes. She needed the extra height leverage when fucking Billy Bob up his ass with Big Bruno. Besides, not a victim and never anyone's bitch, she was always aware of her surroundings and of those lurking around her. In the way of Jason Bourn played by Matt Damon in The Bourne Identity, she could describe every person near her and remember every license plate of every suspicious car. Where others were preoccupied texting or talking on their cell phone, whenever out and about, she was always prepared for danger. Where others were what criminals called victims, she wasn't anyone's fool or victim. Always armed with something in her hand, pocket, and/or purse, she was a literal arsenal of weaponry and she knew how to use whatever she carried, even Big Bruno, especially Big Bruno. God help the poor bastard who ever tried to get the better of her. A sexual abuse survivor, she vowed that no man would ever take again what she wasn't ready to give. Unbeknownst to Billy Bob, she'd never allow any man to fuck her up her ass. "Which one is your car Susan?" Billy Bob looked over at her before looking at the great expanse of parking lot. Susan walked with him while pointing to the back corner of the lot where there was a black, ominous, albeit shiny shape of a car in the distance. "I'm that shiny, black Mustang GT convertible parked in the corner way down there. I park it there so that it's out of harm's way. I don't like parking in the middle of the lot where it may be hit, banged, dented, scratched, noticed, and/or stolen," she said with a laugh. "Mustang GT convertible? Hot damn! Nice car, but that's a man's car," he said looking at her as if she had just told him that she was a jet fighter pilot too. "I didn't figure you for owning no Mustang GT convertible. I figured you for a girlie car." She laughed, made a face, and rolled her eyes. "Women like Mustang GT's too. Being that women like to drive fast too, women like fast cars as much as men like fast cars," she said looking at him while studying him. "Which make and model car did you figure me to have Billy Bob?" He looked at her in the way that he looked at all women who should be staying home instead of working or going to school. As far as Billy Bob no doubt believed, women should be having babies, cooking, cleaning, and taking care of children instead of being out and about and doing only God knows what. Only she was like no woman he's ever seen. In the way that he was walking with her with a big grin on his face, he obviously felt proud to be walking beside her. Yet, Billy Bob Barrow has come a long way to be walking with the likes of Susan Jill Parker. Just as she didn't invite any man for her to fuck up the ass with her strap-on dildo, Big Bruno, she didn't walk with just any man. "Well," he said removing his hat to scratch his head. "I figured you for one of those Jap cars. Something that got better gas mileage than a Mustang GT. I figured you for a Toyota Prius, a Honda Civic, or even a Ford Focus but not no Mustang GT," he said affixing his hat back on his head. "Hot damn, that's a mighty fine car and a convertible to boot. Holy shit," he said staring at the car more as they neared and removing his hat again to slam it against his thigh as if he was at a rodeo. "Well, as long as I ride with the top up and drive at a steady 55 miles per hour, I've gotten 27 miles to a gallon. Not bad for a small V8 with tons of torque at the ready," she said with a smile. "I just ain't never figured you for driving the best damn car ever made, a Mustang GT," he said donning his hat again before wiping a tear from his eye. "I didn't know a Mustang would make you so emotional," said Susan patting him on the back. "Are you okay Billy Bob?" He pulled out his handkerchief, wiped his eyes, and blew his nose very loudly. "Where I come from in Pig's Holler, we're all Ford fanatics. Ray even made a statue out of corncobs of Donald Frey. He painted him and put store bought clothes on him too," he said looking at Susan with pride. "Corncobs?" She looked at him with more confusion than curiosity. "Yes ma'am, instead of snapping them together, corncobs go together much like Legos with a bit of glue. From a distance, ten paces or so, you'd think they were real men standing out there all day in the hot sun in that cornfield. Doing their job scaring away the birds, in the way that Madam Trusso has her famous wax museum, Ray has his collection of famous Ford Mustang celebrity scarecrows." "It's Madam Tussard not Madam Trusso," said Susan. "Whatever," said Billy Bob with a wave of his hand. "You know what I mean." "Donald Frey? Okay, I'll bite," she said looking at him as if he was a foreigner in her own country when his roots, no doubt, go further back than do hers. "Who's he? The mayor?" He looked at her as if she was nuts. "The mayor? Damn Susan. Some Mustang fan you are," said Billy Bob shaking his head. "Damn, I don't understand folk who can afford to buy the car of everyone's dream and not appreciate the heritage and the traditions that go behind it. I bet you're not even a card carrying member of the Mustang Club," he said suddenly looking as if he was mad enough to spit. "Mustang Club?" She laughed. "I didn't know there was such a thing." "If I had a car like that vehicle, I'd be loving on it every day," said Billy Bob nodding his head in his own agreement to what he just said. "If I had a car like that, I'd know every gall darn thing about it." "I didn't buy the car to revel in the history of the Mustang, Billy Bob. It's just a car to me," she said. "And don't you be loving on my Mustang, Billy Bob. You'll scratch the paint with that big assed rodeo belt buckle," she said with a laugh. "Just a car to you? Lord have mercy," said Billy Bob clutching his chest as if he was about to keel over from a heart attack. "Little woman, you have no idea or appreciation for that there car that you're driving," he said pointing to it from a distance. "That there is a Ford Mustang GT with a premier racing history. There ain't no other car like it. Even the Chevrolet Camaro pales in comparison to a Ford Mustang. That car is magical. That car is the real deal." Hung up on what he said about her being a little woman and not listening to all that he went on about the Mustang, she shot him a look that could peel paint. "If you promise not to call me little woman again, I promise not to kick you in the nuts and call you a screaming, little girl of a man," she said with a look that obviously made him believe that she would kick him in the balls and call him a screaming, little girl of a man. "My apologies," said Billy Bob taking a cautionary step back from her while putting a hand down to his scrotum. "Your apology is accepted," she said. "Now, pray tell, who is Donald Frey? "Donald Frey is right up there with Carroll Shelby only not as famous," he said. "Okay, I'll bite again," she said. "So, who is Donald Frey?" "Donald Frey was the chief engineer who developed the Ford Mustang. He died at 86 in 2010," said Billy Bob removing his hat and bowing his head in a moment of silence. "Wow now that's total loyalty and fan dedication to the brand," said Susan rolling her eyes. "Yes, ma'am," he said putting his hat back on his head again. "Ray put his statue right out in the middle of the cornfield. With a statue of Steve McQueen in one corner, Lee Iacocca on one side of the cornfield and, of course, a statue of Carroll Shelby on the other side of the cornfield, Ray plans to add more statues of famous Mustang celebrities." "Famous Mustang celebrities? I didn't know there was such a thing," she said laughing. He looked at her, rolled his eyes, and sighed. "There's a lot of famous Mustang celebrities," he said. "Who?" She couldn't help herself from laughing while thinking of Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and George Clooney riding around in Mustangs. "Well, there's Jay Leno with his '65 Mustang GT 350 and Tim Allen with his '68 Shelby GT 500 KR," he said nodding her a look that told her that there were famous Mustang celebrities. "Then there's, Patrick Dempsey with his '65 Mustang and Charlie Sheen with his '65 GT & '68 Shelby," said Billy Bob counting off on his fingers. "Of course there's Sammy Hagar with his '67 Shelby GT and Bob Seger with his '69 Shelby GT 350. A time consuming art, Ray wants to immortalize them all in corncobs," said Billy Bob with obvious pride. "I'm glad that Ray has found another use for corncobs other than the obvious when out in the middle a field without toilet paper," said Susan with a laugh. "Actually, the livestock eat corncobs too. Nutritionally, they have a lot of fiber," said Billy Bob. "And people can actually make fuel from corncobs." "I'm impressed. I learned as much about my car today as I learned about corncobs. Thank you," said Susan. "Maybe I'll drive my Mustang GT down to Pig's Holler one day and surprise you with a visit." "Um, yeah, that would be nice, only call first so that I can, um, get my wife and kids to go to her sister's house," he said with a dirty laugh while handing her his business card. "You'd be a superstar if you ever drove your car to Pig's Holler with the top down. When we're not driving our Ford pickup trucks, we're driving our Mustang GT's." "So, you have a Mustang GT? I didn't know you have a Mustang GT too," she said with more appreciation for Billy Bob being that they owned the same type of automobile. "Actually, um, no, I don't own one myself. I always wanted one but with my wife popping out babies like she's a gumball machine, there ain't never been enough money to buy a classy car like that. I get my thrills riding shotgun in my friends Mustang GT's and sometimes they let me drive," he said. "Oh," she said politely smiling. "I barely earn enough to keep the farm going. I can't afford to buy no Mustang GT but if I was to win the lottery, a brand, spankin' new Mustang GT is the first thing that I'd buy. A white one. Yeah, I'd buy a white one with a wide, blue racing stripe that ran from the hood, over the room and down the trunk, just like the Mustang GT that Parnelli Jones used to drive." "Parnelli Jones? Who's he? Is he from Pig's Holler too?" "You don't know who Parnelli Jones is? Lord Almighty, I'm going to pretend that you never said that woman," he said. "Duh? Much like the first man to step on the moon, he's the first man to qualify at a speed over 150 miles per hour at the beloved Indy 500. Parnelli Jones is an idol, a living legend right up there with A. J. Foyt and Bobby Unser," said Billy Bob removing his hat again as a sign of respect. "Parnelli Jones is the next figure that Ray is making out of corncobs to display in his cornfield." "Okay, I don't know any of those men but I figure that they're all race car drivers or good ol' boys," she said. "Right?" "Race car drivers? Damn woman. They're more than just race car drivers. In the way that Stig is on Top Gear, they're magicians when behind the wheel of a car. They're a symphony orchestra conductor behind a steering wheel. They are masters of speed," he said. "Stig? I don't know who Stig is," she said. "Geez, everyone knows who Stig is," he said looking at her with disbelief. "Maybe we should talk about something else," she said. "Your face is turning all red." "Maybe you're right," he said looking at her while pointing to her car. Removing his handkerchief from his pocket again, he wiped the sweat that collected at his hairline and behind his neck. "So, tell me, that's really not your car, is it? Is that your husband's or your boyfriend's car?" As if just having been insulted, she made a sour face while shaking her head. "Not really my car? My husband's car? My boyfriend's car?" She gave him a dirty look before giving him a sexy look. "I don't have a man in my life Billy Bob. This is my car that I bought and paid for in my name," she said. "Okay. Calm down. I'm not the only one who's red in the face," he said looking at her. "I'm sorry if I insulted you again," he said. "Tell me more about your car. Is that standard or an automatic?" "Now Billy Bob, you know that it's not a Mustang GT unless it's a shift it yourself one," she said with a little laugh. "When you're driving a Mustang GT, ain't no one gonna want to let a computer drive the car for you. It doesn't feel like drivin' unless your shiftin', downshiftin', and double clutchin' through the gears while listenin' to the revs build," she said mimicking him in the way that he talked. "It's a six speed manual." Obviously overtaken by her and by her car, catching her off guard, as they walked closer to her car, Billy Bob wrapped his arm around Susan's slim waist. As if overwhelmed by not only her beauty and shapely body but also by her Mustang GT, he pulled her to him and kissed her. Grabbing a whole handful of her sexy ass, he slid a slow hand down her backside to feel her ass through her short skirt and panty before he hiked up her skirt to feel her round, firm ass through her panty. When he tried to impale his tongue in her mouth while reaching between her legs to finger her pussy through her panty, she pushed him away as if she was bench pressing him. "Now that's not the deal that we had Billy Bob. You know that. The deal that we had was that I'd allow you to fuck me up my ass after I've fucked you up your ass," she said reaching out to touch his lip with her finger while giving him a sexy smile. "You wouldn't deny a woman some sexual pleasure first before you have your sexual pleasure with me, would you? "Okay, you're right but I don't know how you're going to have any sexual pleasure fucking me up that ass with a big, wooden dildo," he said staring from her to stare at her purse where Big Bruno lay hidden. No doubt, the longest and fattest dildo he's ever seen, Big Bruno was the perfect name for that small baseball bat that looked more like a fungo bat. "I don't get it. How can you feel anything wearing a strap-on?" "Trust me. I'll be feeling a lot once I have Big Bruno imbedded in your fat ass," she said with venom before giving him a sly look and a sexy smile. "Okay," he said unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping and dropping his pants to his ankles. He stretched himself over the back of her car. "I'm ready." "Not here out in the open and not on my car you're not. Better than you get up against the wall behind the car where no one can see you." With his pants and underwear collected around his ankles, Billy Bob shuffled himself behind her car. He grabbed his erection in hand and turned to flash Susan his cock. "Nice," she said with sarcasm while rolling her eyes. "Now bend over and grab your ankles," she said. "Grab my ankles? In the way that I can't touch my toes, I don't know if I can grab my ankles. I'm a little too heavy in the gut for that. What if I just hang onto my knees as if I'm getting ready to tackle someone?" "That will work," she said positioning herself behind him. Susan pulled Big Bruno from her oversized purse and put her purse down beside her car. Without even lubricating him, she was about to impale Billy Bob with her miniature fungo bat. "Okay, here we go," she said parting his fat ass cheeks with her wooden dildo in the way that he had tried to impart her lips with his fat tongue. "Now hold on there. Wait just one Kentucky Fried Chicken minute missy," he said turning away from her in the way that Ned Beady as Bobby did in Deliverance and in the way that Ving Rhames did as Marsellus Wallace in Pulp Fiction when the hillbillies were about to fuck them up the ass. "Aren't you going to lubricate that thing first? I don't mind getting a good ass fucking, so long as my ass is nicely lubricated first," he said. "I need for you to gently slide that thing inside of me instead of ramming it up my ass without any preparation." "You're right. Sorry, my mistake," said Susan. "In my exuberance to fuck you up the ass Billy Bob, I forgot that I need to make you more comfortable. Please forgive me." "I forgive you Susan. It was an honest mistake. To be honest, I'm only allowing you do fuck me up the ass in honor of our agreement. I can't wait to fuck you up the ass Susan. I can't wait to feel my cock inside of you while pounding and pounding your ass and reaching up to feel your big tits and finger your nipples. I can't wait to bend you over and bump your head against the wall or on the hood of your car," he said with sexual excitement. "Calm down there now Billy Bob. You're going to have to wait your turn. I'll be fucking you up the ass first," she said with a sardonic smile. Susan retrieved her purse and fished through it. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out some lube gel. Applying a generous gob to the end of her dildo, she wrapped her fingers around as if she was holding onto a cock and giving it a hand job, she coated all sides of it too. Then, giving him a finger rim job, she squirted a big gob of it on her fingers and applied a generous dose to the inside of Billy Bob's ass. Susan's New Twist to Anal Sex Ch. 02 "Damn that's cold," he said, "and your fingers tickle a little." Not bothering pulling up her skirt or pulling down her panties, Susan strapped her strap-on dildo around her waist and before inserting herself in Billy Bob, she added more slimy gel to Big Bruno. Then, she put a heavy hand to the back of his neck and pushed him forward in the way that many men have pushed her forward by controlling her when fucking her doggie style. "Are you ready Billy Bob from Pig's Holler?" Taking no prisoners and in charge of him as if ready to do battle, Susan took on the stern appearance of Gwendoline Christie, a tall, buxom blonde, who plays Brienne of Tarth from the Games of thrones, the only female ever to be made a Knight. Making its presence known, she took a step closer until Big Bruno pressed itself up against Billy Bob's ass. "I'm ready," said Billy Bob grabbing his knees and stiffening in preparation of being fucked up the ass. "The only thing that allows me to get through this is knowing that I'll soon be fucking you up the ass too," he said with a big breath before letting out a gasp. "Here we go," said Susan humping her hips hard and ramming Big Bruno up Billy Bob's ass. To be continued... Susan's New Twist to Anal Sex Ch. 03 Susan anally fucks Billy Bob with her strap-on dildo, Big Bruno, in an underground garage in Boston. As soon as Susan's strap-on dildo entered Billy Bob's ass cheeks, he let out a scream that echoed through the entire underground garage. "Yeeeooow!" In the way that Billy Bob must holler for his pigs in Pig's Holler, he let out an ungodly scream when Susan' strap-on dildo, Big Bruno, parted his ass cheeks wider and forced itself of his anal cavity deeper. If he was at a doctor's office for a medical procedure, he would have needed an anesthetic. For such a big man, an involuntary reaction, he screamed like a little girl. For such a big man, with Susan standing behind him with the full length of Big Bruno inside of Billy Bob's ass, helplessly controlled while anally connected, he was her bitch now instead of the other way around. Obviously accustomed to having his inappropriately, wicked way with women, when he thought he'd be getting the better of her, she got the better of him. As far as she was concerned, it served him right in the way that he was inappropriately talking to her and touching her on the train. Full of confidence and full of himself then, he was full of plugged up shit now. A man she just happened to sit beside, he shouldn't feel that he could take inappropriate, verbal liberties with her and physical, sexual liberties with her person. A man she just happened to meet, he should have had more respect for her, but obviously he didn't. A man she just happened to me, he should have had more respect women in general, but obviously he doesn't. Now, with her dildo buried deep in his ass, she'd be teaching this man a lesson. Even after his bad behavior on the train to Boston, when he thought that he was going to have his wicked, sexual way with her, she turned the table on him instead. As if they were buying a pig to poke together, this was the deal that she struck with him. If he wanted to have his wicked, sexual way with her, he had to allow her to have her wicked, sexual way with him first. A deal is a deal, if he wanted to fuck her up her ass, he had to allow her to fuck him in his ass first. * * * * * Being that Billy Bob had spent some time in prison, taking it in his ass wasn't a new thing. He's been forced to submit to having anal sex with men before and he's forced men to submit to having anal sex with him before too. Yet, what was new was instead of a man fucking him in his ass with his cock, it was a woman fucking him in his ass with a giant strap-on dildo. To appease him after he molested her on the train by telling him that he could fuck her in her ass after she fucked him in his ass, that was the deal that Susan suggested and that was the deal that Billy Bob agreed to do. He could fuck her in her ass if she could fuck him in his ass first. As a man from the south who abided by his word, he kept his agreement to Susan by allowing her to fuck him up his ass with Big Bruno, her strap on fungo bat of a dildo. Only, obviously, with him already having a big, black, hard cock in his ass in prison, he didn't think it would hurt to be anally fucked with Big Bruno as much as it did. Oh, God, was he wrong. Now with Big Bruno buried in Billy Bob's ass, at that point in time, Susan not only owned his ass, she owned him. Willing to do anything that she wanted, she was a woman in the control of a man in a man's world. Instead of having another big pig of a man sticking his cock inside of her or forcing her to suck him, she was sticking her dildo in a man. Taking her stand, she was getting even with Billy Bob for his inappropriate, sexual comments and his unwelcomed sexual gropes, feels, and touches. Taking her stand, a woman alone in a man's world, she was fucking all men in their asses. How does he like being fucked up his ass in the way that so many men have fucked her over and again in every hole? With the roles reversed, how does he like being the bitch, her bitch? How does he like being used and abused in the way that so many men have used and abused her? How does not only being dominated but also being submissive to a woman? With Susan humping and humping him, and with her fucking and fucking him up his ass harder and deeper, she was not only humping Billy Bob with Big Bruno, she was humping all the men who not only sexually fucked her and but also who fucked her over. Using Billy Bob as an example, he was the poster boy for all of the asshole men who have had little regard for her and who continue to have little regard for women. In the way that so many men disrespect her with their leering looks, nasty, dirty words, and/or inappropriate and unwelcomed touches, gropes, and feels, it was her turn now to get even. By assuming his role, she was teaching Billy Bob a lesson that he'd never soon forget. No doubt, going deeper than he's ever been fucked up the ass in prison before, Susan was giving him the ass fucking of his life. Humping him harder and fucking him faster, she plunged Big Bruno deeper in his ass. As she was humping him, feeling as if she needed his apology and feeling as if she needed him to verbally acknowledge that he was in her control, she was tempted to ask him if he was sorry. In the way that men have done to her, she wanted to pull his hair and slap his face while asking him if he was sorry. No doubt, he'd respond, "Sorry for what? I didn't do nothin'." "Are you sorry?" She so wanted to pull his hair hard to snap his head back. "Are you sorry for saying dirty and nasty things to me on the train?" She so wanted to slap his face. "Are you sorry for inappropriately touching, feeling, and groping me?" She so wanted to pull his hair again and again while slapping his face again and again. "Are you sorry?" Only, he wasn't sorry. Knowing that it would be his turn soon to fuck her in her ass, he was just enduring all of this pain, embarrassment, and punishment to give it all back to her later. While fucking her in her ass, she could just hear him say, "Payback is a bitch, bitch. How do you like me now?" In the way that he, no doubt, would, even though she was tempted to, she didn't ask him if he was sorry. She didn't care if he was sorry or not. Even though she was tempted to pull his hair and slap his face, in the way that he, no doubt, would to her, she didn't do pull his hair and/or slap his face. For all the women that he's so sexually abused, slamming her hips against his naked ass, she just continued humping him and fucking his ass. Once she was done humping him and fucking his ass, she was done with him. She made her point with Big Bruno. Maybe the next time he tried to force a woman to do something that she didn't want to do with him, he'll remember this ass fucking. Pounding his ass in the way he undoubtedly wished he could pound her mouth, her pussy, and/or her ass with his puny, Rebel cock, she was fucking his ass as if she was a leader of the pack dog and he was her bitch in heat. She was fucking his ass in the way that no doubt Billy Bob wished he could fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. In the way he talked to her on the train and salivated over her big tits and shapely body, no doubt, he couldn't wait to fuck her mouth, pussy, and ass. By him agreeing for her to have her wicked sexual way with his ass, no doubt, he thought that he'd be having his wicked, sexual way with her ass too. Yet, with him do despicably nasty and ill-mannered with her so extraordinarily beautiful and shapely, obviously by allowing her to fuck him in the ass with Big Bruno, Billy Bob knew that this agreement was the only way that he could have his wicked, sexual way with Susan's ass too. The only way he obviously thought she'd allow him to fuck her in her ass with his puny, little cock is to allow her to fuck him up his ass with Big Bruno. Fucking and fucking him, she pushed him hard up against the wall. She humped him, she fucked him, and impaled him up against the wall while humping him harder and fucking him deeper. Then, as if she had killed him, giving up his fight to stop her from humping him any harder and going any deeper, as if she just anally fucked the life right out of him, she felt him submit. When she felt his whole body let go and go limp, he belonged to her now. She fucked the fight right out of him. Then, when she tried pulling Big Bruno from out of his anal cavity, stuck inside, she had to turn, twist, and jump back to remove her giant dildo from his meaty ass. "Yeeeooow," he cried out in pain as she forced that small bat from his ass. Once free of Big Bruno, as if he was unconscious, Billy Bob crumpled to the ground in a heap of blubber. Looking much like a beached whale on a beach on Cape Cod, breathing heavily and sweating, he didn't move. She had taken complete control over his fat body. With blood and feces staining the end of Big Bruno and streaking up the sides of it, no longer wanting to claim Big Bruno after where it's been, she unbuckled her strap and tossed Big Bruno on the ground beside him. She looked at him lying there, the man who so inappropriately said nasty things to her and who took the liberty to inappropriately touch, grope, and feel parts of her womanly body after just meeting him on a train. How dare he? What right did he have to say those filthy things to her? What right did he have to dare touch her? Look at him just lying there sweating and panting. After being fucked up the ass by a woman, he's not such a player now. He's a bitch. He's her bitch. * * * * * Not wasting any time in leaving him there with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, she climbed in her car, closed her door, started the engine, put her top down, and drove away. With her having her wicked, sexual, anal way with him in the way that so very men have had their wicked, sexual way with her, she didn't want to wait around for him to regain his energy. She certainly didn't want to wait around for him to take out his revenge on her sweet, round, firm ass. "Dumb hillbilly ass," she said as she was driving away. Being that she was never going to abide by her agreement for him to fuck her up her ass, she was gone, gone, and gone in sixty seconds. The last thing he heard of her was the loud exhaust rumble of her Mustang GT echoing throughout the underground garage. There was no way that she was going to wait around to make sure that he was okay. Best someone like him be left to his own devices and his own misery. Best someone like him go home and return to his fucked up life on his pig farm with his pigs and to the whores he fucked on a Saturday night. "Bye Billy Bob. Bye! Thank you for allowing me to fuck you in your ass. You may keep Big Bruno as a souvenir," she said with a wave of her pretty hand while laughing and looking at him in her rear view mirror still lying there motionless. "Fucking bitch," he said while still in the fetal position with a hand pressed to his ass. "I'll get you," he yelled after her. "I'll fix you. You just wait and see. You'll be sorry that you every fucked with Billy Bob," he said taking ownership of Big Bruno and using the giant dildo to help himself up from the cement floor of the garage. As if willing her to crash in a pole, he stared at back end of her car driving away while giving her the evil eye. "Bye Billy Bob! Bye," screamed out Susan as she left the garage and left him. "We'll see how you like it when I fuck you up your ass with this," he said holding up Big Bruno as if it was a torch that he had just been given to carry for all men who have been physically and emotionally abused by a mere woman. "Ow! Ow! Ow," he cried out while standing to pull up his underwear and pants. * * * * * That next day, Billy Bob lay in wait for Susan to park her car in her reserved parking space. With her no doubt figuring that she thought he took the next train home, he delayed his return home to get even with her. Wanting to really give it to her and to make sure that she got more than what she dished out to him, he called his two friends Larry and his brother Larry to help him. Weird that he'd have two friends both named Larry, it was even weirder that two brothers would share the same first name, but they were step-brothers joined together from two different marriages. Billy Bob, Larry, and Larry hid behind poles while waiting for Susan. It wasn't long before they heard the familiar, unmistakable, loud rumble of a Mustang GT. As if the car's exhausted heralded her arrival when driving a chariot down from Heaven, all who heard the sound of a Mustang making its way through a closed, underground garage turned to stare. Uniquely different sounding from any other car, there's nothing like the sound of the exhaust of a Mustang GT. It wasn't long before they watched her pull her satin, black convertible in her parking space, put up her top, open her door, and step out of her car. "Show time! Get even time," said Billy Bob to out loud. As soon as she parked her car and got out, oblivious to the three men hiding in wait for her, she walked around the back of the Mustang to open her trunk to retrieve her pocketbook. Being that she was driving around downtown Boston in a convertible, she didn't want some man reaching in her car and grabbing her pocketbook from the front seat and taking off with it while she's stuck in traffic. Street smart, after having been fucked over by so many men before, a man would have to go a long way to fuck her over again. Yet, seemingly, unbeknownst to the danger awaiting her in the shadows of the deserted underground garage, instead of being the victor as she was yesterday, today she was the victim. Today, instead of her fucking Billy Bob in his ass, he'd be fucking her in her ass. Two can play this game and today it was his turn to win. Today was the day that he'd finally satisfy the agreement that e made with her by fucking her in her ass after she fucked him in his ass. Quickly, as if he was a boxer or a prima ballerina so light on his feet, he stealthily approached her. Once behind her and once close enough to her to reach out his hand to grab her, before she could even turn around, Billy Bob threw his fat hand over her mouth. As if to punctuate that he owned her, he reached down with his other hand to feel her panty clad ass through her short skirt while Larry and Larry watched the free show. As if already fucking her in her ass, he pressed her body against the back of her car with his fat body. Then, he slowly raised the back of her short skirt with purpose, with anger, and with vengeance. Once her skirt was lifted up beyond her waist and once her white, bikini panties were completely exposed to Larry and Larry, he stuck his meaty hand between her legs. While fingering her pussy through her panty, he grabbed a whole handful of her panty clad pussy before sticking his hand down the back of her underwear. As if looking for something, he felt a whole handful of her firm, round ass before pulling down her panties. Hunched over her car trunk, unable to move and not even bothering to struggle, she stood there bare assed naked for the sexual delight of Larry and Larry. * * * * * "Wait," she said. "A deal is a deal and I don't mind you fucking me in my ass but with your two friends already seeing so much of me, too much of me, I haven't had the pleasure of meeting your two friends." With her skirt still raised up to her waste, while flashing them her blonde, trimmed pussy, and with Billy Bob grabbing a big handful of her long, lush, naturally blonde hair, he spun her around to introduce his two friends. "This is Larry and this is his brother Larry," said Billy Bob. She looked from Larry and Larry to look at Billy Bob before looking back at Larry and Larry. "There must be quite the story that you both have the same first name," she said with a laugh. "I'm pleased to meet you Larry and Larry. Please forgive my exposed appearance but I don't have much choice in the matter," she said with a little nervous laugh. "You're very beautiful," said Larry #1. "You have a beautiful ass and pussy," said Larry #2. "Thank you, I think," said Susan. "Listen Billy Bob, being that we made our little agreement, I'm okay with you fucking me in my ass, really I am, but I'm not into having a gangbang. I know once you have me pinned against the back of my car, not only will you be using Big Bruno on me but you'll all will be having your wicked sexual way with me by sticking your cocks in my ass, in my pussy, and in my mouth," said Susan. "You got that right," said Billy Bob taking Big Bruno from Larry #1 while pounding the big, wooden club in the palm of his hand. "Once Big Bruno has had his turn, we're all going to have our turns fucking you while you suck us." "Is that right?" "Yes, that's right Susan," said Billy Bob. "So that I'm not fucked into oblivion, what if I call my two roommates and the three of us can party together. That way, you can give my ass the full attention that you should and the ass fucking that I truly deserve," said Susan. "I'd rather do you one-on-one than to be forced to do three-on-one." "Two roommates?" Larry #1 looked to Larry #2. "Are they purdy?" "Purdy? They're more than purdy Larry. They're pretty. They're beautiful. Much prettier than me, they are the most beautiful women you've ever seen," said Susan. "What's their names?" Larry #1 gave Susan a missing tooth smile. "Sally and Wendy," said Susan. "Shall I call them?" "Yeah, go ahead and call them but no monkey business. I don't want you calling the police. Matter of fact, hand me your phone, give me their number, and I'll dial it," said Billy Bob. "Okay," said Susan reaching in her pocketbook and pulling out a Lady Smith, model 642, .38 caliber handgun. "Say hello to my little friends. "This is Susan Smith and Wendy Wesson, Lady Smith of Smith and Wesson." "Wait, now hold on there, Susan. We were only joking. We weren't about to do you no harm," said Billy Bob. "Matter of fact, I was just about to pull up your panties and pull down your skirt." "Is that right?" Waving her gun at each man, Susan looked from Billy Bob to Larry and to Larry. "Is that why you lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and brought Big Bruno to the party because you were joking?" "Yeah, well, we did have a deal and I kept my end of the bargain. I allowed you to fuck me up my ass with Big Bruno. It was only fair that I should fuck you in your ass Big Bruno and with my cock too," said Billy Bob. "Larry and Larry were just icing on your pudding and happy to come to our little party. "I see," said Susan taking no prisoners. "Take off your pants. Take off your pants now I said," said Susan pointing her gun at all three men. "What?" "Take off your pants," she said taking the gun off of safety and putting her finger on the trigger. "Take them off now!" "Okay, okay," said Billy Bob. "And your underwear too," she said. "You too," she said pointing her gun at Larry and Larry. "Pretend that this is a new version of Deliverance or Pulp Fiction where the woman is in control of your asses. Now strip naked, you hillbillies." In case they had thoughts of bum rushing her, she took a couple of steps back to give her the time to get off three, well aimed shots. Billy Bob, Larry, and Larry removed their pants and their underwear. "Okay, so now that we're naked," said Billy Bob, "now what?" "Bend over and spread them," said Susan. "You," she said pointing to Larry #1. "Get behind him and fuck him in his ass." Immediately obeying her as if he had fucked Billy Bob in his ass before, Larry #1 moved behind Billy Bob and inserted his cock in his ass. "Oh, my God, Susan. I'll get even with you if it's the last thing that I do," said Billy Bob. "Now you," she said pointing to Larry #2. "Get in front of him and stick your cock in his mouth. I'm tired of listening to him threatening me." Susan's New Twist to Anal Sex Ch. 03 "Thank you," said Larry #1. "You're welcome," said Susan. "Thank you," said Larry #2. "You're welcome," said Susan. Immediately Larry #2 obeyed and as soon as Billy Bob opened his mouth again to protest, he filled his mouth with his cock. Now with Larry #1 fucking Billy Bob in his ass and Larry #2 receiving a blowjob from Billy Bob, Susan got in her car and drove away. "Bye," waved Susan. To be continued...