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Anal Rendezvous

By: slippy2



I have been missing you so much. Getting so horny thinking about you. My mind has been creating all kinds of fantasies and the sexual tension has built up immensely. Now we are finally able to see each other again and it will be a time to remember. 

After I greet you with a warm hug you notice that I have made a few changes to our love den. There is some new furniture and the armoire is full of all kinds of new things. There are toys and lube laying out on a small table by the bed. A large mirror has been installed against the wall at the head of the bed. There are various restraints attached to all corners of the bed. I have turned this into a place for us to live out our fantasies. 

I allow you a few minutes to roam around and check everything out. I walk up behind you and put my arms around your waist, and tell you how much I missed you and how glad I am that you are here. You feel my firmness pressing into your bottom. I sit on the bed waiting for you to come join me. 

I love the way you are dressed. You wear a conservative grey womens business outfit- a tight blazer and short skirt. Your legs are encased with black stockings with a seam up the back. You look very professional, having just come from work, but I have an idea that you are wearing some naughty things underneath. 

You cross over to me and tell me that you love what I've done with the place. I pull you over to sit on my lap and your skirt rises up, showing the tops of your stockings. I kiss you deeply and run my hand lightly up your thighs, electrifying your soft flesh. "I was starting to wonder if I'd see you again" I say. "I'm glad you could make it."

"You know I couldn't wait. I just had a lot to deal with" you reply. "I know baby. Well you're here now and that's what matters. I need you really bad right now." As I say this, my hand brushes higher and grazes your panties. I feel the heat from them. I know you are starting to get wet. 

"It feels like forever since I felt your mouth on me darling. I sure miss that. Why don't you kneel down and take care of me." 

With the single word 'okay' you kneel down on the floor between my legs. I lean back, resting my hands on the bed, and spread my knees. You place your hand over my crotch and lightly massage me through my pants. You feel me stiffening. You unzip and pull my cock out and stroke it up and down with your hand, looking at it with great fondness. Then you undo my pants and pull them all the way off of me. Taking my shaft in both hands, you lean down and place your hot mouth over it. I sigh with relief. All is right again.

I think we both love me getting hard in your mouth. You take the whole thing inside and suck until you feel it growing. It swells up inside your mouth, getting tighter and tighter. damn this feels good. In half a minute my cock has grown to it's hardest and biggest proportions. At this point you jack me off with one hand while sucking me as deep as you can. I run my fingers through your hair and breathe hard as you work my wet cock. God I can't wait to fuck you with it.

I lean forward and reach behind you, pulling your jacket off. Then I undo your blouse as you keep sucking and pull your shirt and bra off. Your beautiful full breasts pop free and I fill my palms with them. I pinch your nipples and feel them get hard. Then I pull upward to give you the message that I want my cock between your boobs. You lean into my lap and I hold your round tits together around my cock. Mmm, I love fucking your hot titties while you suck me. Every time the head thrusts upward you take it in between your red lips. 

If I had more self control, I would relax and enjoy this for an hour. But I have been going crazy thinking about fucking your pussy and ass. I need it soon. 

I tell you this. "mmmm, god that feels good baby. You getting daddy's cock all ready? Hmm? you getting it ready to go in your wet cunt? Yeah, daddy is gonna fuck your horny little cunt hard in a minute." 

Hearing my husky voice say this makes your pussy wet. I pull you up and lead you over to a large chair by the bed. I tell you to get up on it, and move you so that your knees are up on the seat of the chair with you facing the back of it. Now you arch your back and it makes your lovely ass stick out wonderfully. Your skirt rides up so that I see your black lace g-string poking from between your cheeks. I stand near the back of the chair, and my cock is at face level. I push it into your mouth and you suck me deep again. I reach over to pull your skirt up. I can see your ass perfectly in the wall mirror behind us. I pull your panties aside and run my fingers between your cheeks.

My middle finger settles on your asshole and I hold it against your sensitive spot as I fuck your wet mouth. Slowly I work it in circles. I bring my fingers up to spit on them, then push them against your tight hole again, this time working my way just inside. you moan, which feels great when your mouth is completely stuffed with my fat cock. 

I work one finger barely in, then put another beside it. I press these two fingertips against your asshole, and massage it. Fuck that feels good, suck it. My fingers slowly work their way inside, pushing and rubbing the whole time. I reach over to the night table and grab a bottle of lube, then pour some down your ass crack. My fingers work inside you now, pushing more insistently. I watch in the mirror as your tight ass swallows my fingers. You have relaxed and let me in. I dig my fingers deep, pushing as far as I can. you are so tight around me. 

"Mmmm. don't stop baby. Your mouth feels so good. You like my fingers in your ass?" You manage a muffled 'mmm hmm'. "Good. I like finger fucking your asshole while you suck my big cock." This dirty talk causes another surge of electricity in your tingling pussy.

"I'm getting you ready for me. Get my cock good and hard, so I can fuck your ass with it. Yeah, Daddy is gonna fuck your little asshole soon. Do you want that baby?" You nod as you stuff my cock deeper down your throat. I like describing what I'm going to do to you while you are sucking me. "Yes, as soon as you get my cock nice and ready, I am going to lay you down on the bed and spread your legs wide. I am going to lick your hot little pussy and then fuck it with my cock. I am gonna fill your wet cunt up with my big dick and make you cum while I pound into you. Then I am going to turn you over and push my cock into your slutty asshole. I'm gonna fuck your tight ass until I shoot my come deep inside. Is your pussy getting wet?" You take your mouth away and gasp . 

I pick you up and carry you to the bed, then I lay down and pull you on top of me. You straddle my face and lean down to suck my cock more. In this 69, I have a great view of your ass and pussy. I grab your cheeks and pull you down onto my face. My tongue darts up and licks between your lips to find your rosebud, all hard and excited.

Your pussy is so fucking wet I can't believe it. You are as turned on as I am. We're so good with each other. I spread your cheeks more and lick up and down your fat cunt lips and spear into your hole. My tongue then moves up and laps all over your tender ass. You swallow my cock practically to the base as you shiver with delight. My tongue pushes at your asshole and you feel it's hot wetness right in the center of your being. I greedily lick your ass, getting it ready for my cock. 

You are moaning and slamming down onto my face, almost smothering me. I love it. I pull your hips down so you are grinding your wet cunt all over my mouth. Finally I flip you over on your back and tell you to hold your legs apart. You pull your knees up to your chest and spread wide for me. I kneel at your entrance and tease it with my cock. I slap your clit with my hard rod and rub it back and forth. I like the slapping sound my cock makes on your wetness. I push my length up between your lips and thrust up and down so my cockhead brushes your clit. You begin pushing back at me. Finally I place the head right inside your pussy hole and tell you I'm going to fill you up now.

"Are you ready to feel my cock in your horny cunt, my little slut?" "Yes, fuck me!" you breathlessly reply. "Put it in"

I ease it all the way in. You stretch to allow me inside, and your wetness makes me go in easy. I put my large hands under your lower back and thrust into you.

"mmm yeah, finally fucking that pussy. It's been too long. This is where I belong baby." 

"Yeah, oh yeah daddy fuck that cunt. I've been so horny for you daddy. I want you inside me always. oh fuck,..yes." you gasp. Hearing you call me daddy causes a surge to my cock. 

I pull you onto me, impaling you deeply with each thrust. My wide cock fills you completely and puts pressure on your clit. "yeah. god that's good baby. I love pounding your slutty cunt. take that fucking hard cock in your wet fuckhole you slut. take daddy's cock. yessss"

you are briefly taken aback at my language, but the tingling in your clit tells you that you love it. You respond with some of your own. "yeah fuck my tight pussy. It belongs to you daddy. it's all yours. Fuck it hard. I need you to fuck me every day in my pussy daddy! Do it every day. god that feels good. Fuck your pussy! it's yours"

"that's right" I counter. " This is my pussy and don't forget it. I will take it anytime and use it how I please. Your body is mine and you will always be my fuckslut"

My cock hammers your pussy harder all the time. I want to come soon, in your ass. I pull my cock out, and slide down the bed. I hold your pussy lips apart with one hand while my tongue flicks across your clit. My other hand goes underneath and two fingers push into your ass. It is so wet from your pussy. I push deep inside and feel you shudder. Then I push my thumb up into your pussy. With expert timing, I piston my fingers in your ass while my tongue tortures your sensitive clit and my thumb digs into your pussy. You feel waves of heat and tingling electricity. Somewhere deep inside, your ass connects with your clit and becomes a big humming wave of tension. You feel it so deep inside this time. Like your whole midsection is a big ball of sexual tension and exstacy, waiting to release. It surges up through your body and you can't even see anymore. You feel my fingers probe your asshole and my hot mouth over your clit and you begin to scream with pleasure. It sounds urgent, filled with sexual fury. You feel like one big juicy hole, longing for my penetration everywhere. 

I push my fingers in to the hilt and take your entire clit into my mouth, sucking and swirling on it. This pushes you over the edge, and you are screaming and violently bucking your pelvis into my face. I hold on as best I can. I feel your ass contracting around me. Your wetness is overwhelming. Suddenly your entire body tightens and a long moan escapes your lips. You start cumming harder than you thought possible. I hold your clit in my mouth. You begin gushing wetness, then actually squirting onto my face. Fuck, it turns me on to see you this hot. You squirt juices all over me and I eagerly lap at your pink pussy. My face is all wet.

Like an animal, I jump up and put my cock at your asshole. Your orgasm has barely begun to subside, but I can't wait any more. I hook your legs up over my shoulders and lean in . My fat cock slowly penetrates your tight asshole and I sink all the way in. You love having something a little bigger than my fingers in there. I look down to see you all stretched out around my throbbing dick. Fuck yes. I push in and out slowly and you start thrusting back at me. You are so relaxed and turned on that it is okay for me to go harder. I grip your asscheeks and fuck your ass harder. 

'Yes' you gasp "fuck my asshole. Fuck that dirty hole you fucker. come in my ass." It's as if you are possessed. " Fuck it harder. Yes, fuck that asshole like it's my cunt. don't hold back. It's all yours daddy". 

Your talk makes me explode with animal lust and I slam my searing cock into your hot ass. You hear my balls slamming against you as I fuck it hard. God I am so deep in your ass. "Yesss fuck I'm gonna come baby. Daddy is gonna fill your asshole now. I hope you are ready." 

"yes yes yes" is all you can say. You are panting hard. I look up to see your eyes screwed shut and a nasty expression on your face. Raw primitive lust. The same thing i am feeling. I start to realize that you may be able to come twice. and feeling you come while in your ass would be heaven. I hold back a little longer. While I slam your ass, I reach down and pinch your clit between two fingers. I lean forward and suck one of your nipples hard into my mouth. you get all tight again and start a low moan. I feel your ass begin to contract and spasm around my cock. You start coming, and I am right with you. I roughly spread your legs as far apart as they will go, and ram my cock all the way in with a fierce growl. 

I feel your hole clamping on the base of my cock. my hot come spews out, deep inside. I grip you tight so you can't move away, holding my cock all the way inside you. You are thrashing and yelling as we come together. I start yelling too, as waves of lust wash over me and pull the come out of my cock. You feel me all hot and squishy inside you. We hold each other tight as we continue coming, then slowly we relax and end up cuddled together in a tight ball of sweat and sex-smell. 

I kiss the back of your neck and hold you like I'll never let you go. This was everything I ever hoped for.

Anal Rendezvous



I appreciate the votes I received with my first submission (At Last in the Mind Control section) but was thrilled by the fact that over 7500 actually read the story. I enjoy the process and do my best to submit both a good story and one that is mechanically correct. As my fourth grade teacher said, grammar and spelling count.

I was awakened that crisp autumn day in a most delightful way. A warm, wet tongue was washing my cock as a finger circled my asshole. Without opening my eyes, I went with the terrific feeling that spread through my body from my crotch. The cabin was toasty with my setting the thermostat to 75 when I arrived a couple of hours earlier that Friday afternoon. I spread my legs slightly to allow better access to my asshole and balls as the mouth began swallowing me to the base of my dick. My hips moved rhythmically with the oral ministrations. I was really getting into it when I was stopped cold by something falling on my face. Fearing a spider had dropped from the open beams onto my cheek, I opened my eyes for the first time since the wonderful blowjob began to find myself staring into a wide open, very wet, clean-shaven pussy poised with a delicious looking brown eye even with my own eyes that didn't belong to the mouth on my prick. Before I could say a word the pussy descended to my mouth and my nose jammed into the little wrinkled hole. I did the only thing I could do; I ate a very ready snatch. The pussy fucked my face at a feverish pace as my sack began to tighten in anticipation of shooting my wad. I would have uttered a warning that I was about to cum but found it impossible with the pussy jammed down on my face so I just let it go. The mouth moving up and down my cock stopped halfway and began to swallow. What a fantastic feeling. The pussy on my face was also about to cum. Reaching up, I shifted her forward and gave the earthy smelling asshole that had been pressed against my nose a rim job. She flooded my chin and neck with juices when I stuck my tongue up her ass.

As the leg swung over my head, I wasn't surprised to see M still rubbing and licking my softening cock. I had expected her to show up at my cabin this afternoon. We had worked together for six months now and the sexual teasing and innuendoes had driven her to this place to see if I was serious with my unrelenting flirting. I was surprised to see J, another coworker that would occasionally listen to the constant sexual banter between M and myself. All week long I had been telling M I would be at the cabin this weekend by myself. I told her several times, in rather graphic detail, what she would be missing. This wasn't the first time I had done this. In the past I had even gone so far as to give M a map with directions to my cabin at Big Bear Lake. 

"I figured the only way I'd ever find out if you're full of shit was to come up here. You better be worth the drive and the cost of a weekend babysitter," M said giving my cock a tug.

M and I are about the same age, mid-thirties, and I describe her as Reubenesque. She's probably fifteen or twenty pounds over what today would be considered her ideal weight. She has a beautiful face, blue eyes, and as I discovered as she spread her legs exposing her bare pussy, real blonde hair. Her fine, blonde pussy hair did nothing to hide a rather large set of engorged lips with her clitoris peeking out at the top. M divorced a year ago from a Harley freak after twelve years. She said the only way he would take any interest in her was if she chromed her tits.

J was leaning against the padded headboard still trying to catch her breath. She can only be described as statuesque. In her early thirties, she is 5'10" with a great set of legs and ass along with 36C tits. Also divorced, she is one of the quietest and most polite women I have ever met. I'm more than a little amazed to see her sitting naked with her legs splayed on my king-size.

"Thank you," she said scooting up against the headboard and closing her legs. "Nobody has ever done that before."

"That's really the first time you've had your pussy eaten," I asked incredulously.

"No, not that. You know, that other thing you did," she replied turning crimson.

"And what might that be?" I knew she meant the tongue to her asshole but I was enjoying the moment too much to let her off the hook.

"Y-y-you know," she stammered. "When you used your tongue on me down there. That's the first time and I've never climaxed that hard before in my life."

"My pleasure," I smirked. "I'll be glad to stick my tongue up your ass again but I don't put my tongue anyplace that my cock doesn't go. You might want to think about that."

My dick was getting hard again just thinking about my favorite sexual activity. Nothing feels better than sliding into a tight, greased asshole and fucking J's obviously virgin butt was making my hard-on dance. The sight of M slipping two fingers into her pussy sure wasn't doing anything to make my dick go soft either. Finger-fucking herself, she slid the two glistening digits out and slowly over her now swollen clit. Her aroused love-button had to be nearly half an inch long. I had never seen a clit that big and felt an overwhelming urge to lick and suck it.

As if reading my mind, M said, "I want the same thing J got and you better tongue fuck my ass."

She didn't have to ask me twice. I love the taste of pussy. Bringing my face to that sweet hole, I deeply smelled her sex, it was heavenly. Lowering my mouth, I caught her engorged clit between my lips and gave it a light tongue lashing, very fast and very softly. Her juices began to flow immediately; my chin was already soaked. I tried stroking her clit harder with the flat of my tongue but the contact was too intense for her and she pulled her pussy away from me. After a little experimentation I found she loved it when I circled her clit with my tongue while driving two of my fingers into her sopping pussy. After several minutes of this she was approaching orgasm. I suddenly withdrew my fingers and jammed my stiff tongue into her ass. I found out she was a squirter when pussy juice hit my forehead as she came. Her asshole slammed shut around my tongue and I had to leave it inside her butt until she relaxed a little. I moved right back up to her clit that was now trying to hide once again in the upper folds of her meaty cunt. Sucking it into my mouth, I grazed it lightly with my teeth. M tried to pull back again but this time I wouldn't let her. I kept sucking and chewing her clit feeling it grow in my mouth. Her hips began to jerk spasmodically under my face. Her thighs clamped down on the side of my head but I could still hear her orgasmic scream when I pushed my index finger completely up her ass. She filled my palm with cum.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably as I lifted my soaked face. J was still leaning against the headboard but now her legs were spread wide and she was fingering herself and very close to another climax. I moved her hand out of the way replacing it with my tongue once again. My jaw was getting sore so I went right after it. Straight into her pussy, up her slit stopping to probe her pisser, and then direct contact with her clitoris. I did this a couple of dozen times with her moaning louder with each successive pass. I then went lower and included her anus. After a six or seven of these long licks she was cumming.

I left them on the bed for a hot shower to loosen the stiff muscles I now had in my neck and jaw. I did nearly all the construction on my little cabin and it has some rather unique features including the bathroom. It is mostly taken up by the shower. Enclosed on three sides by tiled walls, the fourth side is open to the bed area, which is open to the rest of the cabin. Six showerheads spray water from three different directions at two levels. A couple of minutes after stepping into the water set as hot as I could stand it, M and J joined me. 

Two women soaping my body at the same time was a new and sensational experience, particularly when M stroked my lathered prick and J slid her soapy hand up and down my ass crack all the way to my balls. They traded places to rinse me off. J did the front first with the hand-held shower paying special attention to my cock and balls. Finished, she passed the shower to M and knelt taking my half-hard penis into her mouth. It didn't stay semi-stiff for long as she swirled her tongue around the crown stopping occasionally to stick the tip into my piss hole as I had done to her. I felt M spreading my cheeks and groaned when the hot water hit my asshole. Now two hands were spreading my butt and I nearly came when M's tongue invaded my hole.

They must have planned this because no sooner did M begin probing with the tip of her tongue J began fucking my dick with her mouth. I've had rim jobs before but never with a blowjob at the same time. When M started fucking my ass putting her tongue as far up my rectum as it would reach, I knew it wouldn't take much longer before I shot my wad. I did everything possible to stretch out the incredible feeling but I couldn't hold back when M slid her finger up to my prostate and massaged it. J swallowed repeatedly with my cock at the back of her throat not to choke on my massive load. This caused her to literally milk my dick and I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

After dressing, I asked the ladies if they would like to go into the village for dinner. I explained I had planned on grilled steaks tonight but had only brought enough for two. Turns out J is a vegetarian so I fired up the BBQ and fixed her a nice salad. My first real conversation with J was during our meal. She had been married for five years to a prude. Sex for him was strictly missionary position and only for purposes of pro-creation. She wasn't a virgin when she married but had little experience. She confessed that after listening to M and I tease each other she would masturbate fantasizing about all the things we said we would do to each other. This is what brought her up to the cabin after asking M's permission.

With the dishes in the washer, I asked if they would like to go to Big Bear Lake Village for a drink and some music. M responded by grabbing my crotch and saying with a leer, "I have other plans. I want to see if this works as well as your tongue." I've always believed in giving a lady what she wants and unbuttoned my jeans so M could slide her hand down my pants before pulling her close and kissing her. Our tongues played first inside her mouth and then mine as she stroked me to hardness.

Breaking away from our lingual duel, M pulled my sweatshirt over my head. Trailing kisses and bites down my chest, she stopped at first one nipple and then the other to suck them into her mouth to tease with her tongue. Licking my navel, she tugged my jeans and jockeys down to my ankles. My cock sprang up tapping her under the jaw. On her knees, M's hands glided back and forth on my shaft with a feather-like touch. Continuing to stroke me, she moved one hand to cradle my balls in her palm and began to gently roll them. M licked the pre-cum from my tip before I pulled her up and began walking her backwards to the bed while tongue kissing her once again. I had completely forgotten about the pants and shorts wadded at my ankles and nearly fell but M held me up. Have you ever been in an intense situation only to have something happen so ridiculous that you can't help but break up? M found it hilarious as I tried to pull my legs from my pants and even funnier when I had to sit on the floor to finally take them off. 

Taking me by the hands, she helped me to my feet and led me to the bed. I started stripping her taking my time to stop and fondle her hardening nipples through the flannel shirt she wore bra-less. Impatient, she pushed my hands away and was quickly naked. Whatever my plans for this session, M had her own. Pushing me down onto the bed she took a 69 position. We took it slow and easy wanting this to be just a preliminary. It wasn't long until M turned around and lined up my dick with the opening of her vagina. She eased down taking me slowly but without stopping until she had it all. Moving back up my shaft at the same pace, she held just the head inside and changing the angle slightly, slowly slid back down. She did this repeatedly. Up and down tantalizingly slow with a little shift every time at the top. M kept this up until I felt her own little hard-on touch mine. With her big clit in contact with my slick shaft, it wasn't long before she picked up the pace. Slamming down and hesitating to grind our pubes together, it didn't take long for M to orgasm. My balls were soaked with her cum as I slid my hand between our union and lightly stroked her clit; she came again immediately.

Stopping to catch her breath, M stayed astride me impaled but without moving. She turned so her ample ass was now facing me without her drenched pussy leaving my still rock hard prick. I now had an excellent view of her dripping snatch moving up and down me. Her little, pink asshole opened and closed as she rode me. Wetting my finger with the combination of our juices that dribbled from her, I waited until her chute opened and slid my finger in. M moaned pushing her ass against my hand. Satisfied she wasn't experiencing any trouble; I withdrew my finger and slid two in without difficulty. 

Figuring M was no anal virgin, I removed my fingers and was about to go for three when she took my cock from her pussy and placed the head against her butthole. It was quite a sight to watch the head of my dick stretch her sphincter as she lowered herself. She took the head very slowly until I felt her muscle ring snap around my shaft capturing the mushroom end. M surprised me by dropping to take my cock up her ass all at once. My drenched balls were halfway into her cunt as she began wiggling her butt. I'm not sure what was making me hotter; the feel of her tight asshole fucking me or watching my dick moving in and out of that hot hole. With her legs trembling from the strain, M leaned back shortening the strokes. This position also gave me the opportunity to fondle her once again exposed clit. M climbed toward another climax and I wasn't far behind her. The spasmodic ripples of her shitter canal as she was gripped by her most intense culmination yet sent me over the top. Even after cumming twice already today, I shot load after load into that wonderful fuck hole. M milked me with her asshole until my cock softened and slipped from her.

With my help, M rolled off me to lie on her stomach. With her legs spread, I sat and watched my spunk seep out as her pink rosebud continued to open and close from her anal climax. My attention was drawn by the sound of another orgasm a few feet away. J was just going over the top as she sat in my easy chair. Naked from the waist down with her feet on the cushion and her legs spread at what seemed an impossible angle, she sawed three fingers in and out of her wet hole. Juice ran from her down to her brown asshole and between the moans I could hear the sucking sound produced when she pulled her fingers out. J quivered all over as she reached her zenith and screamed as she removed her fingers from that clean-shaven cunt to push her middle finger up her butt. Riding the miniature organ, she stroked her clit with her other hand and came again. 

J had left the cabin as M and I made it to the bed earlier. I had not heard her return but the fact she had and I failed to notice didn't surprise me. Taking a small vibrator from my nightstand drawer, I approached J still in the chair with her legs splayed. Her eyes were closed and had no idea I was there. Kneeling before her now exposed Y, I turned the vibe to a medium setting and placed the tip to her winking brown eye. Startled, J jumped back into the chair closing her legs. Smiling, she slid back down to the edge of the cushion to allow me maximum access to her holes. Lightly flicking her clit with my tongue, I circled her anus with the vibe stopping occasionally to moisten it with pussy juice. As her hips slowly began to bounce on the seat I fucked the slippery vibe into her butthole a little at a time. Slowly I fed more into her stretched hole until she had all five inches. J went nuts when I twisted the control to high and rocked the toy from side to side. Trying to lift her clit away from the contact I held her in place by sucking her entire pussy into my mouth. The vibe was held in place by my chin and I could feel the movement throughout my mouth. With my tongue now an appendage to the vibrator I placed the tip at the base of J's button. She came instantly and I sucked and swallowed her musky cumjuice. Allowing J to scoot back into the chair, the vibe shot out of her ass hitting me in the chest coming to rest on my flaccid cock. 

Turning a deeper shade of red than her present cum thrush, J jumped from the chair and nearly ran to the bathroom. Picking up the vibe I saw several small shit streaks contrasting with the white plastic. I grinned at the thought of having just fucked the shit out of her. There was no way my dick was coming back for another round this night but I knew I was going to slip it into her virgin hole the next day. 

When I heard the toilet flush I joined J in the bathroom for another shower. We sensuously washed each other but that was as far as it went. They couldn't have gotten my dick up with a crane at this point. With just robes on, J went to M intending to wake her but I held up my hand to stop her. She was sleeping in the position I had left her and my cum was still oozing from her obviously well fucked rectum. Her pussy was now covered in the jism and a puddle had formed where it was still dripping to the sheet from her second set of lips. I knew M had to get up so we could change the sheets but seeing her like that was an extreme memory I wanted to savor. If J hadn't been there I would have captured the moment on video. I finally motioned J to go ahead and as M stumbled into the bathroom we put on fresh linens. I banked the fire and we fell asleep that night with M on my right and J on the left. I woke a couple of times to feel naked pussy, ass and tits all around me. I could get used to this.

The ladies woke the following morning to a cup of coffee waiting for them on each nightstand and the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. They finished their morning duties by the time I put breakfast on the plates. They ate like it had been a week since their last meal and I ended up cooking another half pound of bacon and four more eggs. 

"Nothing like clean mountain air to stimulate the appetite," M said.

"More like good mountain fuckin if you ask me" I countered. 

She threw a wadded up napkin at me. "What's on the agenda today?" J asked. "Other than the apparent," she added.

"I thought we might go on a hike and catch a few trout for dinner tonight. They're usually biting down at the lake this time of year and it only takes 45 minutes or so to hike down there," I said.

I could see M wasn't going for this idea right away. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "First, I don't fish. Never have and don't want to. Second, my ass is still a little sore from that meat of yours. You two go ahead if you want but I'm staying here."

J objected to M staying alone when this was supposed to be her weekend but M said, "Don't worry about it. I can use the time to recuperate and if I didn't want you here, believe me, you wouldn't be here."

J and I grabbed the tackle and left for the lake with M lying on the sofa reading my copy of the latest King book. I set a slow pace afraid J wouldn't be able to keep up in the thin mountain air but this proved unnecessary. The woman was in great physical shape explaining she power walked five miles nearly every day. We stopped at a bait shop near the lake so J could get a one-day fishing license. Within a couple of hours we had both caught several fish over the limit releasing all but six. The walk back took longer with us halting occasionally for a bit of kissing, petting and teasing.




Anal Rendezvous



Entering the cabin by the backdoor, J and I stopped dead in our tracks by the unmistakable sound of a couple involved in some very hot sex. Tiptoeing out of the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of M sliding a huge vibrator in and out of her vagina while watching one of my porn DVDs. J and I watched silently as M brought herself closer and closer to the top. Motioning J back into the kitchen I held my finger to my lips and started taking her clothes off. J got into it right away by returning the favor. Both quickly nude, we entered the living room and stealthily approached M. Almost to her, M scared the hell out of us with a shriek as she went over the edge. J yelped in surprise and M knew we were there. Without missing a stroke she continued fucking herself. The vibrator she used was at least a foot long and five inches around. There was no way she could keep it from rubbing against her big, protruding clitoris. Calling me over with a wag from her finger, M took my hand and placed it on the vibe. My dick was rock hard as I began fucking her fast and deep with the plastic. J didn't waste time moving in front of me to begin licking my hard-on. It wasn't long before M was cumming again and her juices were squirting. She had been considerate enough to place a doubled towel under her ass to catch her cum. I was appreciative that I would only have to clean the chair J had been in last night and not the couch. I'm not sure how many times M got off but I can tell you that she has an amazing capacity to cum.

She finally pushed my hand away and the huge vibrator made a popping sound as it left her hole. With the big tool gone, I could see she had also inserted a slim, wireless plug into her asshole. This she left in place as her pussy creamed and creamed. Figuring M was done for a while, I pushed J off my dick and helped stand. I could tell by the wet spot on the wooden floor where her pussy had been that she was ready.

Directing her to the bed, I bent her over with her palms flat on the mattress and slid my cockhead the length of her slit coming to rest at her anus. J spread her feet opening her slit and I repeated the rubbing several times just so she would get used to my dick being at her shitter. Squatting slightly, I entered her pussy in one smooth thrust. Now I don't consider myself large in the cock department, I'm about eight inches with average girth, but my dick couldn't have filled her up more. If this wasn't the hottest, tightest pussy I had ever been in I sure couldn't recall any better. Her ex-husband must have been a pencil-dick if he wasn't fucking this every chance he got.

Only the thought of getting into her smaller hole kept me from fucking her like this until we both got off. I don't think she had ever tried this position because she had a small one after only a few strokes. Thinking this was as good a time as any, I withdrew and placed J on the bed with her back to me. Lifting her leg a little, my dick found her vagina. I spoon fucked her for a while and used my fingers to spread some of her juices to her backdoor. Pulling out, she pressed her ass against me looking for what I had just removed. I moved my cock that wonderful inch and gently pressed against her anal ring. I doubt I had half an inch in when she gasped, "Stop, it hurts. Take it out! Take it out!"

Damn, to be so close. Reaching around to rub her clit, I backed off. Whispering in her ear I said, "I can make this the best you've ever had if you'll trust me and do what I say."

Rolling over, she looked at me with damp eyes softly saying, "You promise it won't hurt because I thought that was going to tear me apart?"

"That was my fault. I should have spent more time getting you ready. That won't happen again and I promise it won't hurt if you help out."

J said nothing for several seconds before nodding her head and asking, "What do I need to do?"

Taking a feather pillow, I folded it over and said, "Lift your hips."

Doing as I asked, I slid the pillow under J's butt bringing the hole I so badly desired off the bed. From the nightstand drawer I brought out a small, liquid filled bottle that looked like a little throw away douche and a seven inch black vibrator. Positioning myself to eat J's pussy, I inserted the douche tip into her asshole and gave a little squeeze. Pulling the bottle away, some of the clear liquid followed and I scooped it up with my finger putting it back. The room began filling with the essence of strawberry.

"What is that stuff? It's making me feel tingly down there."

With my finger softly rubbing her butthole, I dipped my head to lick her before answering, "It's my own special formula but you'd probably freak if I told what's in it."

"Only if it's like some weird shit made from ground up monkey balls or something like that. It's not, is it?"

"Nothing like that. It's actually synthetic motor oil made in Japan that's a 100% vegetable derivative. It's much safer than a petroleum product and really reduces friction. The strawberry you smell is just a little added extract. That's what's causing the tingly feeling. You still okay with this?"

"I guess. I'm not sure I like Pennzoil up my ass though."

I ended the conversation by putting my mouth to other uses. Once her hips began rocking, I slipped a finger in her ass feeling no resistance. I immediately withdrew and made it two fingers. J's only reaction was to moan as I finger fucked her anus. I kept this up until she came once more. I let her catch a little breather but left my fingers where they were. I tongue fucked her pussy and slipped out of her ass. Squirting my magic lube into my palm, I rubbed it all over the vibe. J stopped moving and clenched her butthole tight when the cold plastic touched her.

"I don't think I can take that. It's too big."

"You said you'd trust me and help. If you just relax you'll find out how good this can be."

I watched the wrinkles disappear from her brown eye as she relaxed the muscle. Again my face dipped to her waiting pussy. It took a while for her to respond with the tip of the vibe at her asshole. I concentrated on bringing her to climax lapping at her swollen clit and probing her piss hole with the tip of my tongue. My lingual endeavor was paying off when I felt the vibe slip a couple of inches into rectum. I held it in place and twisted the end to a gentle vibrating setting. I let J take in more at her own pace. I turned it up to medium when half was in. Her anal ring was now stretched as far as the tapered vibe was going to open her up. I worked solely on her clitoris now alternating between my teeth and tongue. With a loud grunt she was cumming and her shit hole sucked the rest of the vibrator in. Pulling my face away, I pushed her legs back until her knees rested on her tits. Only an inch of the seven-inch vibe was visible. I languidly fucked her leaving only the tip in before pushing back in to the speed control. Her pussy opened with insertion and closed during withdrawal. 

I knew she could take me now with little problem. I'm only slightly larger than the vibrator now buried in her ass. I took J's hand and placed it at the end of the vibe to hold it in place. Positioning myself over her upturned pussy, I eased my cock in. She came as I bottomed. 

"Oh my God," she cried out. "I'm so full. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I couldn't stay there long. Her vagina was that much tighter with her ass filled and the vibrations were about to drain me. Reaching under, I pulled the vibe from her and quickly withdrew my cock from her pussy to replace it. I took my time getting the head in and J lay very still. I knew I was dilating her a bit more and didn't want to hurt her again. She relaxed a bit and I slipped right in. I waited as her canal enveloped me. Feeling pressure from head to base, I began fucking at a leisurely pace. It was as good as I knew it would be. J was matching my rhythm. I was close, very close. Wanting J to cum the same time I did, I rubbed my thumb over her clitoris. My tempo picked up with both my cock and thumb and J stayed right with me. It was a near perfect union. I felt as if J and I were becoming one and I have never experienced anything like this before. The pleasure is so intense it is almost painful. I hold back, hold back, hold back, J is cumming now and her canal clenches me. I can let it go now but her anal ring is so tight around me I cannot cum. Her orgasm is incredibly intense but thankfully short. Her muscle is relaxing its hold and cum pours from me in one long, continuous blast. I know she can feel it splashing against her cavity and she cums once more halting my release. Loosening much faster this time my seminal fluid now shoots in jets like normal. With the last, long spasm I feel myself slipping away. I awaken to J shaking me, asking me if I'm okay. My cock is still in her ass but shriveling fast. I believe the French call it "Little Death" and it's another new experience. My prick came out with a sucking sound and that beautiful asshole was the last thing I saw before falling into a natural sleep.

A steady rain was falling when I woke later that afternoon. The place was quiet except for the usual noises of the cabin. I called out to M and J but received no response. I found a note on the kitchen table:

Had a GREAT time but I'm fucked out.

See you Monday, M

It had probably been the best weekend of my life but I wanted to see if J could make me feel like that again. I shrugged it off figuring it was a one-time thing. The second note was on the mantle:

I had to leave with M. We left at 1:00, I'll be back by 5:00. I'm fixing dinner tonight so prepare for a trout vegetarian feast, and you know what else, J



Anal Rendezvous -  Ingrid's POV



 (Note to reader: Point-of-view makes such a difference in how a reader relates to a story, especially when one moves from third person to first, as I have here. I've decided to re--write a few of my stories, shifting the narrative to another point of view, and hopefully providing a fresh and exciting reading experience. The below is one such rewritten story.)

Anal Rendezvous -- Ingrid's Point of View

We had never met. As arranged, he had sent me an envelope with instructions. In it were directions to a cottage located in a secluded, stunningly picturesque valley, and keys to that cottage. I was told to arrive on such and such a date and at such and such a time. I was to let myself into the cottage and there would find further instructions. As I drove, I imagined and anticipated what I would experience there, though I did not know how it all would be orchestrated and allowed to unfold. All I knew was that on this day I would be subjected to extensive and extreme anal and rectal probing. It was this promise that set me eagerly on my course, that had thrilled me to the very core of my being.

The cottage was a charming structure set in a sylvan glade, a briskly flowing brook running alongside. I let myself in to find a simple but tastefully furnished entryway. On a table lay an envelope with my name on it. I opened the envelope to find a note, along with a black silk blindfold. The note read: "Proceed up the stairs to the room on the left." I climbed the stairs and opened the door to the room and my heart skipped a beat as I immediately absorbed its very special ambiance. Unlike the room downstairs, furnished with antiques and charming rustic furniture, this room was crisp and clinical. There was an examining table with stirrups, familiar from my visits to gynecologists. And a second, flat leather table alongside it. Neatly arranged on it were a wide assortment of dildos and other implements, a speculum and lubricants, and a big red, rubber enema bag hanging from a hook.

I read further: "Once you are in the room, undress completely. Then prepare and give yourself an enema with the solution I've left. One, or as many as you need to flush yourself out. Once flushed and empty, put on the blindfold. Get up on the flat leather table on elbows and knees. Then wait."

I did as instructed, removing my chic outfit, my provocative undergarments, to reveal my long, sleek, elegant, dancer's body. Naked now, I proceeded to give myself the enemas and flush myself, wondering whether I was being watched, blushing at this intimate act of preparation, cleaning myself thoroughly after flushing. Then I assumed the position demanded of me, my anticipation keen, blindfolding myself. I waited. And waited. Every second seemingly a minute, every minute an hour, the sense of time heightened by the blindfold's negation of my vision. Finally I heard footsteps, then someone entering the room. It was he.

"Hello, Ingrid," he said in a deep, calming voice.

I kept silent.

I heard him approach. Then, suddenly, felt his two hands on my buttocks. They were big hands, comfortable. What would those hands do? Would they spank me, redden my alluring, virtually perfect bottom? Would he proceed in a punitive mode? No. That is not how it began. The hands caressed my bottom gently, sensually, his moves skilled, practiced. He massaged my bottom tenderly, bringing his thumbs closer and closer to the wedge, the crevice, the crease, closer to the target, closer to what I knew would, today, be the very center of my being, my essence.

He spread my buttocks apart now and I suddenly felt exposed to his scrutiny, exposed and vulnerable. I could feel his eyes burning into my bottom, taking in the vivid landscape of my bare ass. And then I sensed him leaning forward and felt something new, felt his lips.

He kissed my buttocks, his lips covering with kisses every inch of my smooth, taut ass. Slowly, tantalizingly, his lips drifted to the center, the warm, humid space between my cheeks. I shuddered as I felt his lips on my anus, kissing me, kissing me repeatedly, lovingly. And then something else, his tongue, warm and moist, probing me. I let out an involuntary sigh as I felt his tongue glide over my sphincter. He took his sweet time licking my asshole. First teasing me with light flickers of his tongue, then, gradually, pressing that tongue firmly against my anus, lapping away at me more insistently. And finally I felt his tongue pushing itself into me, pushing against the barrier, forcing its way into my anal passage. His tongue seemed longer than any tongue I had known, stronger, more forceful as it snaked into me. And then, suddenly, he pulled away from my bottom and came up to my face, kissing me, forcing the tongue that had just probed my ass between my lips. Our kiss was passionate, heightened by awareness that his tongue, those lips had just been so intimately probing my exposed bottom.

Now he pulled away and retreated behind me again. This time I felt something else probing between my cheeks, his finger. Slowly he began to slide it into my ass, very, very slowly. I was tight but his entry was smooth, prepared, as it had been, by his tongue. I was so exquisitely sensitive now as I felt his finger enter to the first knuckle, then the second. Finally, the entire finger was wedged into my anal passage. He savored the sensation of the tight, smooth walls of that passage pressing in on his finger. And as the fingertip probed beyond the narrow anal passage into the suddenly wider cavity of my rectum, he bent that fingertip and ran it in a circular motion along this lower part of my rectal membrane. I sighed deeply, luxuriating in the utterly sublime sensations, those membranes so exquisitely sensitive to his expert touch.

And then he pulled out his finger.

Now he led me to an examining table sitting in the center of the room. He helped me onto the table on my back, lifting each leg, inserting an ankle into each of the stirrups, pulling my legs far back, jackknifing them, spreading them widely. I felt him tighten the leather straps around my ankles. My asshole was even more vividly exposed in this position, I knew, than when I had been up on elbows and knees.

Again, I felt his finger between my buttocks, probing externally, running over the anal surface, examining the ridges, I heard him pick up the jar of lubricant and, next, his finger was back in my crack, rubbing lubricant into the crevice, digging into my anal passage, his entry smoother now, eased by the slick lubricant. Once again I felt the blissful sensation of his single finger digging through my anus and into my rectum. Inside, he rotated his finger, exploring, massaging, stimulating the sensitive cavity. I had long loved and craved this moment, a finger probing my bottom, my own finger or another's. My anus and rectum, I knew, were extravagantly receptive to pleasurable sensations. And it was not just the pleasure I craved, but the intrusion, the dilation, the insistent forcefulness of entry, of invasion, even of violation of a region not designed to be so violated.

"You have a nice, smooth tight ass, Ingrid," he told me.

"Thank you," I said softly, in gratitude, so very pleased.

Then he slowly withdrew his finger and I sensed him get something. Again he brought it to my hand and let my feel it. I absorbed the cool, smooth, metallic feel of the speculum.

"This is a speculum. I'm sure you've had one inserted to probe your vagina. This time it will be inserted in your anus."

He applied more lubricant to my anus. Now I felt the hard metallic intrusion as he slid the speculum up into my ass. Then I could hear him turn the screw as the speculum dilated the passage. I felt so utterly exposed, the entryway to my anal and rectal depths now vividly stretched as those depths were exposed. I heard him click a switch and guessed it was some sort of flashlight or illuminating device he had pressed into my opening. I imagined him peering into me as I lay there helplessly, my legs in stirrups, my bottom exposed to his complete scrutiny, violating me now so deliciously with his eyes..

"The contours of your anus, your anal passage, and your rectal cavity are perfect," he told me, then slowly tightened the screw in reverse direction, reducing my dilation until, finally, he withdrew the speculum from my bottom.

"Now for further dilation," he told me, this time sliding two fingers into my ass. Again he probed carefully, sensually, deeply, his fingertips exploring the contours he had told me were 'perfect.'

"One more," he said, adding a third finger. Blindfolded, helpless, utterly exposed, my entire sensorium was now reduced to my bottom, the magical terrain where his probing fingers met my anus, my rectum. I felt so alive down there as he probed me, the sensations rich, sensual, carnal, and also somehow deliciously obscene.

Now he pulled his fingers out and I could hear him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. He heard the pants drop to the floor and imagined his penis exposed now, rigid, aroused by the exploration of what I liked to regard as my lusciously alluring rear end.

He slid the three fingers back inside me as he shifted his body so he stood by my face. With a free hand he turned that face to him. I felt something smooth and hard against my lips, his cock. I opened my lips and engulfed him, engulfed the rigid thickness.

With his three fingers inside my ass I sucked his cock greedily, an immense cock, of stunning girth and steeliness, the blindfold blocking all sense of vision and only heightening all other senses, those senses now at an edge of keenness. Then he moved away from my face and I could detect him turning a knob to lower the level of the examining table. Next he pressed his body between my open

legs, taking hold of his cock, pressing the tip, the big, smooth, bulbous head, against my cunt and then, slowly, smoothly, pushing it in, fucking me. And while he fucked me he used the fingers inside to press on and massage the anterior wall of my rectum, that rectum separated by only millimeters from my vagina, a thin muscular sheath dividing the two canals. With the fingers in my ass pressing into me as they were, I could feel both those fingers and his cock in my vagina, the dual sensation subtle and, at the same time, intense. I was quickly at such a state of arousal that I knew I would soon climax, and he sensed this too. But he wanted to keep my on edge, and an orgasm now would dull that edge. So he pulled both his fingers out of my ass and his cock out of my cunt.

He let my lay there for several long minutes, settling down. And when I began to wonder what would be next, desperate for his intimate contact again, I felt him come close and this time felt the tip of his cock against my anus.

He left his cock there for many long moments, pressing lightly against the raised ridge of my sphincter, teasing me. Then with a single, powerful stroke he drove in its full length as I let out a piercing cry, the sudden ecstasy of this swift intrusion too much to contain in silence. He began to fuck my ass now, to fuck it with a practiced, smooth expertise I savored. With power, with force, with stunning assfucking cock-power! That ass of mine, I knew, was a treasure. The bliss it gave me to have it probed, fucked was priceless. And to have it probed and fucked like this, blindfolded and strapped down, helpless and exposed and utterly vulnerable, heightened all sensation immeasurably.

My excitement mounting rapidly, I brought a hand down to my pussy, but he slapped it away.

"Not yet," he said sharply, insisting that he, not I, modulate the momentum of my pleasure. And so I had to endure being sodomized like this without the helpful assistance of my fingers. Always greedy for pleasure, my own fingers were reliable, intimate friends, those fingers ever available to stimulate myself, especially while I was being anally and rectally probed like this. I'd always been, since puberty, an outrageously avid masturbator. But now I could not touch myself. Now I was compelled to remain in position, ankles in stirrups, legs raised and spread as he fucked my ass at his pace, reaming out my rectum with his massive tool at his will.

And then, finally, he pulled out of me and seemed to abruptly leave the examining room. I was tempted to touch myself, but had he really left? Was he watching me? Would he approve? I thought I should simply wait, as torturous as the wait might be.



Minutes later I heard him return. It sounded as though he were removing some items from a bag he had brought with him. The examining table had a stainless steel instrument tray attached to it and now he set the items down on the tray.

He took my hand and brought it over. Immediately I surmised what I was handling, a dildo, a very large, a very thick dildo. I had seen an array of dildos when I had first entered the examining room but this one was much bigger. Now he allowed my to move my hand over its surface, to grip it along its full length. Though I could not see it, I sensed it was exceptionally life-like. But what was even more striking was how life-like it felt. The dildos I'd seen and used had been made from rubber or plastic or silicone. But this one, I now felt certain, was fashioned of leather. And that is why it felt so vividly life-like. Now he moved my hand over to a second dildo, even longer and thicker than the first. And then to a third, this one stunningly large, as thick as my wrist, almost as long as my forearm, I guessed. My heart skipped a beat as I realized these awesome intruders, all crafted of the fine kid leather, were meant for me, for my bottom, meant to pierce and force open my anus, and to fill and violate my rectal depths.

He slapped more lubricant between my cheeks, slowly working it over the surface of my asshole, then forcing more inside. I waited with the keenest anticipation. My bottom had already been subjected to extensive intrusion and probing. I'd been kissed and licked there, fingered. I'd been fucked. But now, it seemed, my anal-rectal accommodation and endurance were about to be even more severely tested.

"Your ass is mine, Ingrid," he said in a steady, measured tone.

And then I felt him pressing the tip of the first leather dildo against my already well-exercised anus. He pressed forward as I surrendered, surrendered gladly, to this next intrusion. He didn't just force the shaft inside me, but worked it in with a corkscrew motion, inch by stiff inch. My anus, I knew, was vividly stretched and I imagined him gazing down at the sight of my anal ring gripping the intruder.

"You may touch yourself," he told me.

Eagerly I brought a finger to my stiff and swollen clitoris.

He pushed deeper and deeper until I could feel the leather balls at the end of the shaft pressing against my buttocks, the full length of the shaft now lodged in my rectum. And now with an alternating clockwise and counterclockwise motion he twisted the leather cock inside me. The sensation was sublime, my inner membranes alive to the exquisite pressure. This was something no cock could achieve with its in-and-out motion. And it was something that would be difficult to bring about oneself. No, for this special kind of stimulation I needed the hand of another, his hand.

He fucked me with the dildo while I strummed my clitoris with increasing feverishness. Then, once more, he put a stop to the self-stimulation when it seemed I was close to the brink. And pulled out the dildo.

He repeated all this with the second, thicker and longer dildo.

Finally, he readied to use the third on my. Once again he let my fondle it, wanting my to take in the stunning dimensions of this massive probe. I marveled at the sheer outrageousness of its dimensions. True, I was a well-practiced anal fetishist, though this instrument was well beyond any I ever imagined probing my bottom. But I was mesmerized now, in his thrall. As he put it so simply and so correctly, my ass was now "his," and whatever he wished to do with that ass, however he wanted to probe it, whatever he sought to insert into it, that was his decision, and his alone. My obligation was simply to submit to his anal and rectal ministrations.

And so now he pressed the tip of this third and most massive dildo against my hole. Then he pushed forward and a chill ran through my as I immediately felt myself being dilated as I never had been before.

"You may bring your hand down and hold it," he said to me, and I reached to grip the shaft, a shaft so thick my fingers could not get all around its circumference. To grip it like this and to appreciate its massiveness while he forced it into me only enhanced the thrill, the deep arousal of our deliciously obscene intimacy.

As before, he corkscrewed it inside me, inch by thick inch. As spectacularly thick as it was, its length was equally formidable. And slowly he forced that length into my rectal depths, forced to give way to this outsized intruder. I wondered whether I would really be able to endure it. But I knew that to fail would disappoint him, and disappoint myself. Yes, there was a measure of sharp pain initially, a feeling of intense pressure and fullness, mixed with the pleasure. But, for me, all those added sensations somehow stimulated the pleasure, deepened it.

And so gladly I not only endured, but indulged in this yet most extreme of anal invasions.

"May I touch myself more, may I masturbate?" I asked, hoping it was acceptable for me to ask.

"Yes you may," he told me as, still gripping the shaft with one hand as he kept pushing it into me, I brought a finger down to my pussy once again. And once again he repeated the ritual, reaming me with the dildo while I played with myself until he sensed I might go over the edge. Then, abruptly, stopping me and withdrawing the dildo from my depths.

Empty again, I wondered what, if anything, was to follow. Did he have on object still larger with which to invade my depths? He did, but it was not what I imagined.

Now he squeezed yet more lubricant onto my asshole. This time it was not an instrument he forced into me, but his fingers. He slid in three at once, then a fourth. Then added a thumb. Immediately I sensed what he planned now. I had fantasized about this, this most extreme of anal violations, and now I was certain I was about to become its willing victim.

He pushed the five fingers into my anus to the first set of knuckles, then the second. And then he pushed further... and further. Just moments earlier it had been difficult to imagine dilations greater than I had endured with that third dildo. But this now exceeded even that intrusion as he drove his hand deeper into my anal passage and rectum. I shivered with renewed arousal as I realized my bottom was about to be forced to take his fist. As the widest part of his hand pushed its way past my anal barrier I struggled to endure the entry, breathing deeply, biting my lip, shaking, gasping, quivering, starting to sweat, concentrating my whole persona on this sublimely intimate entry into my body.

Suddenly I felt it 'pop' in. I reached down to feel the spot where my anal ring now clenched his wrist, his whole hand, his fist buried inside me. The hand, the hand! What is the essence of the human body? Some would say the brain, the eyes, the mouth that speaks. But an argument can be made that it is the hand. The essential human organ. It constructs and designs. It points and gestures. It crushes and strikes. It caresses and fondles. And today his hand, in all its guises, was reaching in every way for that special region of my anatomy, a region I cherished in my carnal narcissism and sensual gluttony, a region usually most private and concealed, but now utterly exposed to his shocking intrusion and violation -- the hot, humid cave of my rectum.




Anal Rendezvous -  Ingrid's POV



Now he began to rhythmically work that hand of his, that fist inside my ass, deeper, harder. Unable to resist and forgetting to ask, I brought a finger down to my pussy. But he pushed it away. Instead he now did something so marvelous and unexpected. He brought his mouth down to my cunt, his tongue to my clit, and began to lick me, lick me while he continued to fist my depths. His hand felt so alive inside me, his fingers grazing over the smooth surface of my rectal walls, intimately caressing the contours of the humid cavity, exploring its hidden depths. And then he pushed in even further, driving his hand past his wrist, so deep inside my now, his probe so intimate, and somehow so lusciously depraved as well. I felt at once a compliant object of his exploration and one graced to be so intimately fondled. I sensed every motion of his fingers within me. He was an explorer exploring a dark, alluring cave, his fingers, his sense of touch his only guide

And I would have imagined a probe so extreme to have been difficult, perhaps impossible to endure. But intensity of desire and arousal, I knew, could overcome and diminish all other constraints.

And then there was his agile tongue caressing my vulva, so very different. The Yin and the Yang. The tongue and the fist.

This mix of sensations and recognitions was volcanic, explosive. I could have climaxed at that instant, but I held back, wanting to experience more of this, much more, the delicacy of his tongue and powerful insistence of his fist. Probing, stimulating me expertly like this, the mix of the two very different gestures, oral and manual, yielded a complex potpourri of sensations, one I savored immensely.

Now I could not help myself as I brought my hands down to his head, running my fingers through his hair as I pressed his face against my raw flesh, eager for the delicious contact. Crazed with lust now, greedy for pleasure, I bucked my bottom upwards against his pounding fist. That fist was now so deep inside my it felt as though it were penetrating to the very core of my being. His tongue on me, his fist inside me, the mix was finally too much as I began to feel the welling sensations, my body quivering, pulsating, the arrow of my pleasure cascading in delirious ripples to a crescendo, a series of crescendos, my climax, my sublime, my electrifying, my delayed, my desperately needed orgasm!

As the ripples calmed and the feelings subsided for me, he slowly withdrew his hand from my humid depths, I now luxuriating in the delicious afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss. He gave my a single, tender kiss on the lips and left the room.

"I'll return shortly," he told my, departing.

He wished to give me time alone. He wanted me to refresh in my mind, to reanimate and reflect upon all I had just experienced.

When he returned I lay there, as before, still blindfolded, still in stirrups, still vividly exposed, still somewhat breathless. After he had withdrawn his fist from me, he could see my anus spectacularly dilated. But now it had almost completely retracted again, the sphincter definitely showing signs of all the intrusion it had endured but, still, impressively back to a relatively 'normal' state.

"You have a healthy bottom," he said, gently caressing the anal opening.

Now I heard him remove his clothes. In fact he was undressing. If he were now naked as I was myself, what did he next have in mind, I wondered?

He unstrapped my ankles from the stirrups and I was glad to stretch my legs and move my body. Then he removed my blindfold and now, for the first time, we were able to gaze into one another's eyes. I'd had no sight of him, and now there he was, his handsome, masculine face, his sleekly muscled body, as naked as mine, the man who had so thoroughly probed my bottom, had made me, for the duration of the past two hours, his anal slave. And while I had been visible to him, he had not seen my eyes, eyes which he now saw were big and bold and beautiful and radiant, eyes aglow with sensual contentment, eyes as aglow as his own, burning with the same raw lust, with the most profound desire.

He pressed me close to him and we smiled at one another, sharing this moment of disclosure and intimacy. Then our lips met as we kissed tenderly, lovingly, passionately. I could feel his penis hard against my thigh as it again stiffened. Boldly, I reached down to take the steely shaft in my hand, the shaft that earlier had been buried in my bottom.

"Come with me," he said, taking hold of my hand, leading me out the door to the garden behind the cottage. It was a magnificent Spring day, the azure sky crystalline, a cool breeze tempering the still warm air. The birds sang, and the sound of rushing water mixed with their songs and the chirping of crickets. The air was sweet with the scent of wild flowers.

Surrounded by this idyll, he gently pushed my down on a thick patch of grass, shaded by an old oak tree. He spread my legs wide again and pushed them back by the ankles. The effect was to lift and, again, expose my bottom. Now, once more, he slid his cock into my ass. My smile was beatific as I sighed with profound satisfaction. We were lovers, two naked lovers, equals, linked in this sweetest of couplings. I quickly roused as he filled me with his cock, fucking my ass now with a beautiful rhythm, pounding me, hard and deep, in and out, but also twisting it inside me in a sort of figure-of-eight motion. I savored every sublime sensation, bringing my lips to his, our mouths, our hot, sweet breath fusing as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pressed him close. I wished to contain him, all of him, his cock in my ass, his body close, mine.

And then he shifted, shifted suddenly, rolling over so that I was now on top, riding him now, my rectum impaled on his cock, never disengaging. He'd been setting the tone, the pace, the speed, the depth. Now he gave me my chance. And I boldly met the challenge, fucking his cock with my skilled rectal muscles, showing him that when it came to anal pleasuring, I was an accomplished mistress myself, grinding down hard, taking his massive cock into the depths of my guts!

"I love this so much!" I said with a gleeful little laugh, my eyes sparkling.

"I love it with you, Ingrid. Your ass is a gift, a precious gift."

Now he looked up at my perfect breasts, above him. He squeezed those breasts, pinched the prominent nipples. They'd been neglected, my tits, but now he made amends, licking and suckling on each nipple as we fucked. Then he brought his lips to mine again and our kiss lingered as we found a perfect rhythm, I now needing to bring a finger down to my cunt again, the arousal quickly intensifying, my greed for orgasm knowing no bounds. I shook my head like a wild, free animal, a wanton slut drunk on anal pleasure.

We gazed into one another's eyes and each could sense the other was close. I let out a piercing sigh as my body convulsed and my anal muscles twitched, my orgasm, sudden, violent. And this triggered his, his cock releasing its bounty in a cascade of spasms, releasing it into the welcoming contours of my enticing rectal depths.

Afterwards, when he finally withdrew, I licked and sucked, greedily savored that cock which had given me so much pleasure. And as I sucked him, I felt that delicious reminder, his semen dripping out of my raw and violated and very content ass.

"Mmmmmmh! I'd say my ass has been fucked today," I said with a delighted, unabashed chuckle, "fucked and.... fisted.... and loved!"

"I'll say it has," he said, bringing his lips down to mine for a tender, an intimate kiss. 



Anal Rendezvous, Rectal Retreat



They had never met. As arranged, he had sent her an envelope with instructions. In it were directions to a cottage located in a secluded, stunningly picturesque valley, and keys to that cottage. She was told to arrive on such and such a date and at such and such a time. She was to let herself into the cottage and there would find further instructions. As she drove she imagined and anticipated what she would experience there, though she did not know how it all would be orchestrated and allowed to unfold. All she knew was that on this day she would be subjected to extensive and extreme anal and rectal probing. It was this promise that set her eagerly on her course, that had thrilled her to the very core of her being.

The cottage was a charming structure set in a sylvan glade, a briskly flowing brook running alongside. She let herself in to find a simple but tastefully furnished entryway. On a table lay an envelope with her name on it. She opened the envelope to find a note, along with a black silk blindfold. The note read: "Proceed up the stairs to the room on the left." She climbed the stairs and opened the door to the room and her heart skipped a beat as she immediately absorbed its very special ambiance. Unlike the room downstairs, furnished with antiques and charming rustic furniture, this room was crisp and clinical. There was an examining table with stirrups, familiar from her visits to gynecologists. And a second, flat leather table alongside it. Neatly arranged on a shelf were a wide assortment of dildos and other implements, a speculum and lubricants. Adjacent to a sink stood a stainless steel stand and, alongside it, some enema apparatus. 

She read further: "Once you are in the room, undress completely and put on the blindfold. Get up on the flat leather table on elbows and knees. Then wait."

She did as instructed, removing her chic outfit, her provocative undergarments, to reveal her long, sleek, elegant, almost regal form. Naked now, she assumed the position demanded of her, her anticipation keen. She waited. And waited. Every second seemingly a minute, every minute an hour, the sense of time heightened by the blindfold's negation of her vision. Finally she heard footsteps, then someone entering the room. It was he.

"Hello, Ingrid," he said in a deep, calming voice.

She kept silent.

She heard him approach. Then, suddenly, felt his two hands on her buttocks. They were big hands, comfortable. What would those hands do? Would they spank her, redden her alluring, virtually perfect bottom? Would he proceed in a punitive mode? No. That is not how it began. The hands caressed her bottom gently, sensually, his moves skilled, practiced. He massaged her lovely ass tenderly, bringing his thumbs closer and closer to the wedge, the crevice, closer to the target, closer to what she knew would, today, be the very center of her being, her essence.

He spread her buttocks apart now and she suddenly felt exposed to his scrutiny, exposed and vulnerable. She could feel his eyes burning into her bottom, taking in the vivid landscape of her bare ass. And then she sensed him leaning forward and felt something new, felt his lips.

He kissed her buttocks, his lips covering with kisses every inch of her smooth, taut ass. Slowly, tantalizingly, his lips drifted to the center, the warm, humid space between her cheeks. She shuddered as she felt his lips on her anus, kissing her, kissing her repeatedly, lovingly. And then something else, his tongue, warm and moist, probing her. She let out an involuntary sigh as she felt his tongue glide over her sphincter. He took his sweet time licking her asshole. First teasing her with light flickers of his tongue, then, gradually, pressing that tongue firmly against her anus, lapping away at her more insistently. And finally she felt his tongue pushing itself into her, pushing against the barrier, forcing its way into her anal passage. His tongue seemed longer than any tongue she had known, stronger, more forceful as it snaked into her. And then, suddenly, he pulled away from her bottom and came up to her face, kissing her, forcing the tongue that had just probed her ass between her lips. Their kiss was passionate, heightened by awareness that his tongue, those lips had just been so intimately probing her exposed bottom.

Now he pulled away and retreated behind her again. This time she felt something else probing between her cheeks, his finger. Slowly he began to slide it into her ass, very, very slowly. She was tight but his entry was smooth, prepared, as it had been, by his tongue. She was so exquisitely sensitive now as she felt his finger enter to the first knuckle, then the second. Finally, the entire finger was wedged into her anal passage. He savored the sensation of the tight, smooth walls of that passage pressing in on his finger. And as the fingertip probed beyond the narrow anal passage into the suddenly wider cavity of her rectum, he bent that fingertip and ran it in a circular motion along this lower part of her rectal membrane. Ingrid sighed deeply, luxuriating in the utterly sublime sensations.

And then he pulled out his finger.

"Before we proceed any further, you will need to be given an enema," he told her.

He took her gently but firmly by the arm and helped her off the table. She stood by him now, blindfolded, needing his guidance. He led her as she took a few steps, then let go of her arm. 

She heard him turn on the faucet, knowing he was filling the enema bag. After many long moments he took her hand and brought it to the enema bag, which she felt now to be warm and swollen and heavy. She heard him make adjustments, guessing he was hanging the bag from the stand's hook, attaching the nozzle to the hose. Again, he took her hand and this time brought it to the black nozzle, the slightly menacing spout.

"Bend over, and place your hands on your knees," he instructed and she did as she was told. Suddenly she again felt his finger between her cheeks, but this time it was slick. He was applying lubricant. He took his time lubricating her anus, working the jelly inside her anal passage. Then she felt something else inserted into her ass, something harder than a finger, the enema nozzle.

He left it place, teasing her, she wondering when the enema would begin. And then it did, the warm water forcefully injecting itself into her rectum, gravity doing all the work. At first it felt warm, soothing. But quickly it began to bloat her, to fill her innards. She took a deep breath and bit her lip as she endured the transformation from warmth to a sense of rectal fullness and frank bloating and distension, now accompanied by cramping. How much of the bag had already emptied into her, how much remained, how much more could she endure? And yet she was determined to endure it, to endure all without complaint. Sensing the profound sense of bloating, the cramps he knew she was experiencing, he gently caressed her swollen stomach, then brought her own hand down so she could feel its convex curvature. She was amazed at how strikingly rounded her belly had become, her innards frightfully distended by the enema's extravagant contents.

After the contents of the bag fully emptied into her he removed the nozzle. But immediately something else was inserted in its place. She could tell from its shape, narrow at the tip, then increasingly wide, then suddenly narrow again, that it was a buttplug. She'd had such plugs inserted into her rectum previously. But never to forcefully retain a high volume enema, such as she was retaining now. He led her back, on wobbly legs, to the leather table and had her lay on her side, her legs pressed up to her chest, telling her to breath deeply and rhythmically. His voice was instructive, but soothing. The sense of fullness was profound, as was the need to relieve herself. But the plug made this impossible, and she knew it. Even more important, she knew, nothing would happen without his approval.

After what seemed an eternity he took her hand again and led her from the table. He opened a door and gently pushed her inside.

"You may relieve and clean yourself up now. Then come out when you are ready."

She did just this. When she opened the door to the bathroom, he was there, taking her by the hand and leading her, this time, to the examining table. He helped her onto the table on her back, lifting each leg, inserting an ankle into each of the stirrups, pulling her legs far back, jackknifing them, spreading them widely. She felt him tighten the leather straps around her ankles. Her asshole was even more vividly exposed in this position, she knew, than when she had been up on elbows and knees. 

Again, she felt his finger between her buttocks, probing externally, running over the anal surface, examining the ridges, She heard him pick up the jar of lubricant and, next, his finger was back in her crack, rubbing lubricant into the crevice, digging into her anal passage, his entry smoother now, eased by the slick lubricant. She had wiped off the earlier residue after her enema, so now it needed to be reapplied. One again she felt the exquisite sensation of his single finger digging through her anus and into her rectum. Inside, he rotated his finger, exploring, massaging, stimulating the sensitive membranes. Ingrid always loved this moment, a finger probing her bottom, her own finger or another's. Her anus and rectum, she knew, were extravagantly receptive to pleasurable sensations. And it was not just the pleasure she craved, but the intrusion, the dilation, the insistent forcefulness of entry, of invasion into a region not designed to be so intruded upon. 

"You have a nice, smooth tight ass, Ingrid," he told her, pleased.

"Thank you," she said softly, in gratitude, so very pleased.

Then he slowly withdrew her finger and she sensed him get something. Again he brought it to her hand and let her feel it. She absorbed the cool, smooth, metallic feel of the speculum.

"This is a speculum. I'm sure you've had one inserted to probe your vagina. This time it will be inserted in your anus."

He applied more lubricant to her anus. Now she felt the hard metallic intrusion as he slid the speculum up into her anal passage. Then she could hear him turn the screw as the speculum dilated the passage. She felt so utterly exposed, the entryway to her anal and rectal depths now vividly stretched as those depths were exposed. She heard him click a switch and guessed it was some sort of flashlight or illuminating device he had pressed into her opening. He imagined him peering into her as she lay there helplessly, her legs in stirrups, her bottom exposed to his complete scrutiny.

"The contours of your anus, your anal passage, and your rectal cavity are perfect," he told her, then slowly tightened the screw in reverse direction, reducing her dilation until, finally, he withdrew the speculum from her. 

"Now for further dilation," he told her, this time sliding two fingers into her ass. Again he probed carefully, sensually, deeply, his fingertips exploring the contours he had told her were ‘perfect.' 

"One more," he said, adding a third finger. Blindfolded, helpless, utterly exposed, her entire sensorium was now reduced to her bottom, the magical terrain where his probing fingers met her anus, her rectum. She felt so alive down there as he probed her, the sensations rich, sensual, carnal, and also somehow deliciously obscene. 

Now he pulled his fingers out and she could hear him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. He heard the pants drop to the floor and imagined his penis exposed now, rigid, aroused by the exploration of what she liked to regard as her lusciously alluring rear end.

He slid the three fingers back inside her as he shifted his body so he stood by her face. With a free hand he turned that face to him. She felt something smooth and hard against her lips, his cock. She opened her lips and engulfed him, engulfed the rigid thickness.

With his three fingers inside her ass she sucked his cock greedily, the blindfold blocking all sense of vision and only heightening all other senses, those senses now at an edge of keenness. Then he moved away from her face and she could detect him turning a knob to lower the level of the examining table. Next he pressed his body between her open

legs, taking hold of his cock, pressing the tip against her cunt and then, slowly, smoothly, pushing it in, fucking her. And while he fucked her he used the fingers inside to press on and massage the anterior wall of her rectum, that rectum separated by only millimeters from her vagina, a thin muscular sheath dividing the two canals. With the fingers in her ass pressing into her as they were, she could feel both those fingers and his cock in her vagina, the dual sensation subtle and, at the same time, intense. She was quickly at such a state of arousal that she knew she would soon climax, and he sensed this too. But he wanted to keep her on edge, and an orgasm now would dull that edge. So he pulled both his fingers of our her ass and his cock out of her cunt.

He let her lay there for several long minutes, settling down. And when she began to wonder what would be next, desperate for his intimate contact again, she felt him come close and this time felt the tip of his cock against her anus.

He left his cock there for many long moments, pressing lightly against the raised ridge of her sphincter, teasing her. Then with a single, powerful stroke he drove in its full length as she let out a piercing cry, the sudden ecstasy of this swift intrusion too much to contain in silence. He began to fuck her ass now, to fuck it with a practiced, smooth expertise she savored. That ass of hers, she knew, was a treasure. The bliss it gave her to have it probed, fucked was priceless. And to have it probed and fucked like this, blindfolded and strapped down, helpless and exposed and utterly vulnerable, heightened all sensation immeasurably.

Her excitement mounting rapidly, she brought a hand down to her pussy, but he slapped it away.

"Not yet," he said sharply, insisting that he, not she, modulate the momentum of her pleasure. And so she had to endure being sodomized like this without the helpful assistance of her fingers. Always greedy for pleasure, Ingrid's own fingers were reliable, intimate friends, those fingers ever available to stimulate herself, especially when while she was being anally and rectally probed like this. Not now, however. Now she was compelled to remain in position, ankles in stirrups, legs raised and spread as he fucked her ass at his pace, his will.

And then, finally, he pulled out of her and seemed to abruptly leave the examining room. She was tempted to touch herself, but had he really left? Was he watching her? Would he approve? She thought she should simply wait, as torturous as the wait might be.

Minutes later she heard him return. It sounded as though he were removing some items from a bag he had brought with him. The examining table had a stainless steel instrument tray attached to it and now he set the items down on the tray.

He took her hand and brought it over. Immediately she surmised what she was handling, a dildo, a very large, a very thick dildo. She had seen an array of dildos when she had first entered the examining room but this one was much bigger. Now he allowed her to move her hand over its surface, to grip it along its full length. Though she could not see it, she sensed it was exceptionally life-like. But what was even more striking was how life-like it felt. The dildos she'd seen and used had been made from rubber or plastic or silicone. But this one, she now felt certain, was fashioned of leather. And that is why it felt so vividly life-like. Now he moved her hand over to a second dildo, even longer and thicker than the first. And then to a third, this one stunningly large, as thick as her wrist, almost as long as her forearm, she guessed. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized these awesome intruders, all crafted of the fine kid leather, were meant for her, for her bottom, meant to pierce and force open her anus, and to fill her rectum.

He slapped more lubricant between her cheeks, slowly working it over the surface of her asshole, then forcing more inside. She waited with the keenest anticipation. Her bottom had already been subjected to extensive intrusion and probing. She's been kissed and licked there, fingered, she'd taken an enema and then a buttplug. She'd been fucked. But now, it seemed, her anal-rectal accommodation and endurance were about to be even more severely tested.

"Your ass is mine, Ingrid," he said in a steady, measured tone.

And then she felt him pressing the tip of the first leather dildo against her already well-exercised anus. He pressed forward as she surrendered, surrendered gladly, to this next intrusion. He didn't just force the shaft inside her, but worked it in with a corkscrew motion, inch by stiff inch. Her anus, she knew, was vividly stretched and she imagined him gazing down at the sight of her anal ring gripping the intruder.

"You may touch yourself," he told her.

Eagerly she brought a finger to her stiff and swollen clitoris.

He pushed deeper and deeper until she could feel the leather balls at the end of the shaft pressing against her buttocks, the full length of the shaft now lodged in her rectum. And now with an alternating clockwise and counterclockwise motion he twisted the leather cock inside her. The sensation was sublime, her inner membranes alive to the exquisite pressure. This was something no cock could achieve with its in-and-out motion. And it was something that would be difficult to bring about oneself. No, for this special kind of stimulation she needed the hand of another, his hand. 

He fucked her with the dildo while she strummed her clitoris with increasing feverishness. Then, once more, he put a stop to the self-stimulation when it seemed she was close to the brink. And pulled out the dildo.

He repeated all this with the second, thicker and longer dildo.

Finally, he readied to use the third on her. Once again he let her fondle it, wanting her to take in the stunning dimensions of this massive probe. She marveled at the sheer outrageousness of its dimensions. True, she was a well-practiced anal fetishist, though this instrument was well beyond any she ever imagined probing her bottom. But she was mesmerized now, in his thrall. As he put it so simply and so correctly, her ass was now "his," and whatever he wished to do with that ass, however he wanted to probe it, whatever he sought to insert into it, that was his decision, and his alone. Her obligation was simply to submit to his anal and rectal ministrations.

And so now he pressed the tip of this third and most massive dildo against her hole. Then he pushed forward and a chill ran through her as she immediately felt herself being dilated as she never had been before. 

"You may bring your hand down and hold it," he said to her, and she reached to grip the shaft, a shaft so thick her fingers could not get all around its circumference. To grip it like this and to appreciate its massiveness while he forced it into her only enhanced the thrill, the deep arousal of their deliciously obscene intimacy.

As before, he corkscrewed it inside her, inch by thick inch. As spectacularly thick as it was, its length was equally formidable. And slowly he forced that length into her rectal depths, forced to give way to this outsized intruder. She wondered whether she would really be able to endure it. But she knew that to fail would disappoint him, and disappoint herself. Yes, there was a measure of sharp pain initially, mixed with the pleasure. But, for her, that pain somehow stimulated the pleasure, deepened it.

And so gladly she not only endured, but indulged in this yet most extreme of anal invasions. 




Anal Rendezvous, Rectal Retreat



"May I touch myself, may I masturbate?" she asked, hoping it was acceptable for her to ask.

"Yes you may," he told her as, still gripping the shaft with one hand as he kept pushing it into her, she brought a finger down to her pussy once again. And once again he repeated the ritual, reaming her with dildo while she played with herself, stopping at the moment when he sensed she might go over the edge. Then, abruptly, stopping her and withdrawing the dildo from her depths.

Empty again, she wondered what, if anything, was to follow. Did he have on object still larger with which to invade her depths? He did, but it was not what she imagined.

Now he squeezed yet more lubricant onto her asshole. This time it was not an instrument he forced into her, but his fingers. He slid in three at once, then a fourth. Then added a thumb. Immediately she sensed what he planned now. She had fantasized about this, this most extreme of anal violations, and now she was certain she was about to become its willing victim.

He pushed the five fingers into her anus to the first set of knuckles, then the second. And then he pushed further... and further. Just moments earlier it had been difficult to imagine dilations greater than she had endured with that third dildo. But this now exceeded even that intrusion as he drove his hand deeper into her anal passage and rectum. She shivered with renewed arousal as she realized her bottom was about to be forced to take his fist. As the widest part of his hand pushed its way past her anal barrier she struggled to endure the entry, breathing deeply, biting her lip, concentrating her whole persona on this sublimely intimate entry into her body.

Suddenly she felt it ‘pop' in. She reached down to feel the spot where her anal ring now clenched his wrist, his whole hand, his fist buried inside her. The hand, the hand! What is the essence of the human body? Some would say the brain, the eyes, the mouth that speaks. But an argument can be made that it is the hand. The essential human organ. It constructs and designs. It points and gestures. It crushes and strikes. It caresses and fondles. And today his hand, in all its guises, was reaching in every way for that special region of Ingrid's anatomy, a region she cherished in her carnal narcissism and sensual gluttony.

Now he began to rhythmically work that hand of his, that fist into her rectum, deeper, harder. Unable to resist and forgetting to ask, she brought a finger down to her pussy. But he pushed it away. Instead he now did something so marvelous and unexpected. He brought his mouth down to her cunt, his tongue to her clit, and began to lick her, lick her while he continued to fist her depths. His hand felt so alive inside her, his fingers grazing over the smooth surface of her rectal walls, intimately caressing the contours of the humid cavity, exploring its hidden depths. And then he pushed in even further, driving his hand past his wrist, so deep inside her now, his probe so intimate, and somehow so lusciously depraved as well. She felt at once a compliant object of his exploration and one graced to be so intimately fondled. She sensed every motion of his fingers within her. He was an explorer exploring a dark, alluring cave, his fingers, his sense of touch his only guide 

And she would have imagined a probe so extreme to have been difficult, perhaps impossible to endure. But intensity of desire and arousal, she knew, could overcome and diminish all other constraints. 

And then there was his agile tongue caressing her vulva, so very different. The Yin and the Yang. The tongue and the fist.

This mix of sensations and recognitions was volcanic, explosive. She could have climaxed at that instant, but she held back, wanting to experience more of this, much more, the delicacy of his tongue and powerful insistence of his fist. Probing, stimulating her expertly like this, the mix of the two very different gestures, oral and manual, yielded a complex potpourri of sensations, one she savored immensely. 

Now she could not help herself as she brought her hands down to his head, running her fingers through his hair as she pressed his face against her raw flesh, eager for the delicious contact. Crazed with lust now, greedy for pleasure, she bucked her bottom upwards against his pounding fist. That fist was now so deep inside her it felt as though it were penetrating to the very core of her being. His tongue on her, his fist inside her, the mix was finally too much as she began to feel the welling sensations, her body quivering, pulsating, the arrow of her pleasure cascading in delirious ripples to a crescendo, a series of crescendos, her climax, her sublime, her electrifying, her delayed, her desperately needed orgasm!

As the ripples calmed and the feelings subsided for her, he slowly withdrew his hand from her humid depths, she now luxuriating in the delicious afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss. He gave her a single, tender kiss on the lips and left the room.

"I'll return shortly," he told her, departing.

He wished to give her time alone. He wanted her to refresh in her mind, to reanimate and reflect upon all she had just experienced. 

When he returned she lay there, as before, still blindfolded, still in stirrups, still vividly exposed. After he had withdrawn his fist from her he could see her anus spectacularly dilated. But now it had almost completely retracted again, the sphincter definitely showing signs of all the intrusion it had endured but, still, impressively back to a relatively ‘normal' state.

"You have a healthy bottom here," he said, gently caressing the anal opening.

Now she heard him remove his clothes. In fact he was undressing. If he were now naked as she was herself, what did he next have in mind, she wondered?

He unstrapped her ankles from the stirrups and she was glad to stretch her legs and move her body. Then he removed her blindfold and now, for the first time, they were able to gaze into one another's eyes. She'd had no sight of him, and now here he was, his face, his body, as naked as she, the man who had so thoroughly probed her bottom, had made her, for the duration of the past two hours, his anal slave. And while she had been visible to him, he had not seen her eyes, eyes which he now saw were big and bold and beautiful and radiant, eyes aglow with sensual contentment.

He pressed her close to him and they smiled at one another, sharing this moment of disclosure and intimacy. Then their lips met as they kissed tenderly, lovingly, passionately. She could feel his penis hard against her thigh as it again stiffened. Boldly, she reached down to take the steely shaft in her hand, the shaft that earlier had been buried in her bottom.

"Come with me," he said, taking hold of her hand, leading her out the door to the garden behind the cottage. It was a magnificent Spring day, the azure sky crystalline, a cool breeze tempering the still warm air. The birds sang, and the sound of rushing water mixed with their songs and the chirping of crickets. The air was sweet with the scent of wild flowers.

Surrounded by this idyll, he gently pushed her down on a thick patch of grass, shaded by an old elm tree. He spread her legs wide again and pushed them back by the ankles. The effect was to lift and, again, expose her bottom. Now, once more, he slid his cock into her ass. Her smile was beatific as she sighed with profound satisfaction. They were lovers, two naked lovers, equals, linked in this sweetest of couplings. She quickly roused as he filled her with his cock, fucking her ass now with a beautiful rhythm, pounding her, hard and deep, in and out, but also twisting it inside her in a sort of figure-of-eight motion. She savored every sublime sensation, bringing her lips to his, their mouths, their hot, sweet breath fusing as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pressed him close. She wished to contain him, all of him, his cock in her ass, his body close, hers.

And then he shifted, shifted suddenly, rolling over so that she was now on top, riding him now, her rectum impaled on his cock, never disengaging. He'd been setting the tone, the pace, the speed, the depth. Now he gave Ingrid her chance. And she boldly met the challenge, fucking his cock with her skilled rectal muscles, showing him that when it came to anal pleasuring, she was an accomplished mistress herself.

"I love this so much!" she said with a gleeful little laugh, her eyes sparkling.

"I love it with you, Ingrid. Your ass is a gift, a precious gift."

Now he looked up at her perfect breasts, above him. He squeezed those breasts, pinched the prominent nipples. They'd been neglected, her tits, but now he made amends, licking and suckling on each nipple as they fucked. Then he brought his lips to hers again and their kiss lingered as they found a perfect rhythm, she now needing to bring a finger down to her cunt again, the arousal quickly intensifying, her greed for orgasm knowing no bounds. She shook her head like a wild, free animal, a wanton slut drunk on anal pleasure. 

They gazed into one another's eyes and each could sense the other was close. She let out a piercing sigh as her body convulsed and her anal muscles twitched, her orgasm, sudden, violent. And this triggered his, his cock releasing its bounty in a cascade of spasms, releasing it into the welcoming contours of her enticing rectal depths.

Afterwards, when he finally withdrew, she licked and sucked, greedily savored that cock which had given her so much pleasure. And as she sucked him, she felt that delicious reminder, his semen dripping out of her raw and violated and very content ass.

"Mmmmmmh! I'd say my ass has been fucked today," she said with a delighted, unabashed chuckle, "fucked and.... fisted.... and loved!"

"I'll say it has," he said, bringing his lips down to hers for a tender, an intimate kiss.