Chapter 10
Meanwhile, back in Hickoryville, Connie had made supper for Doug.
"What's for dessert?" he asked.
"That's a silly question," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I am."
Immediately he got horny for her again. He grabbed her around the waist and said, "Come here, you. I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She tapped her finger against his chin and said, "Hmm! Will that be three times or four times that I've had my brains fucked out today?"
He lowered his lips and began sucking on the nipple of her left tit. "Who cares! Who's counting!"
She kissed him atop the head and asked "Doug, have you ever given it to Beverly up the ass?"
He lifted his face and laughed. "Are you kidding! If I were to suggest something like that to her she'd throw me out of the house and have me sleep in the backyard."
"Would you like to try it?"
A wicked grin crossed his lips. "Are you suggesting that we should?"
"Yes. I've got a naughty little itch back there around my sphincter muscle and there's only one thing which I know can cure it."
"Such as?"
"The nine-inch dick of my handsome next door neighbor."
She didn't need to say anymore. He picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. When she was in position in the middle of the bed she said, "By the way, I like it rough."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to tie my hands to the bedposts."
"Are you sure?" he asked. He was a bit concerned because he had never ventured into the bondage routine before. Oh sure, the typing teacher back in high school liked to have her body wrapped in typing ribbons, but that bordered on the 'weird' rather than the masochistic.
"Yes. I'll like it better—and so will you. You'll see."
He retrieved a couple of Beverly's stockings from the top drawer of the dresser and secured them around Connie's wrists.
"Tie my wrists to the top of the headboard. That way my breasts will hang down and you can play with them while you screw me."
He got a hard-on just listening to her. "I'm game for that," he said as he went about his task.
When he finished, he noticed that her back was now arched in a concave fashion, with her arms secured above the plane of her spine, and her hips sticking up high in the air.
To say the least, she was a lovely morsel to behold.
"Yum yum," he said while smacking his lips. "I swear, you're going to turn me into a pervert."
"That's the idea," she laughed. "Wait until I introduce you to the Thailand basket trick."
His balls flipped over in his sac when he heard that. He had wanted to try the basket trick ever since he had heard a friend describe it.
"Should I get the K-Y Jelly?" Doug asked as he patted her possessively on her upturned ass.
She looked over her shoulder and said, "Just use nature's own lubricant. Reach down and get some from my pussy."
He got on the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He stroked her buttocks and said, "Mmm! Mmm! A woman sure does look good when she's in this position."
"That's because a man can see all of the luscious goodies."
"Oooh la la!" he exclaimed as he looked down and saw her exposed pubis thrust out towards him. It looked like a little split apricot having a pink center. He knew what he wanted to put in the middle of that pinkness. The item was presently standing up, proud, tall, and ready to go.
He came forward on his knees until his thighs were just inside of hers. He wedged hers further apart. He put his hand on her pubic mound and cupped it in his palm. "I'm becoming very fond of this particular piece of your anatomy."
"That's what all the guys say."
He reached around her body and cupped her dangling breasts. "And I also like these beauties."
"Quite a few fellows have told me that also."
Doug looked down at her back. He had always considered the backside of the female to be one of the most underrated aspects of human sexuality. A man's back was frequently pockmarked by outdoor labor, or childhood accidents, or birthmarks. But a woman's back was usually devoid of these blemishes.
Furthermore, if a woman were in terrific shape— as Connie was—then the backside became an erotic masterpiece. It could send out a sexual inducement of its own accord, nearly equal to that of the breasts and buttocks.
He leaned over and planted a kiss in the middle of her spine. It was a token of his appreciation for the splendid shape that she had kept her body in.
She felt his lips on her flesh and said, "I like that."
He again reached around her body and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples in the process.
"I also like that."
Even in a hanging position her tits were full and rounded. Many women's would be saggy and flat, resembling deflated udders. But hers were a testament to her genetics and her fine physical condition. He bet that the Wheaties Company could sell a lot more boxes of their product is that put her tits on the package. 'Breakfast of Champions' could take on a whole new meaning.
He dipped the tip of his cock between her labia, attempting to cover it with some of her warm vaginal juices. He moved his pecker back and forth in the gaping furrow, warming it and soothing it at the same time.
He had an urge to shove it into her cunt and give her yet another all-American fuck, but he remembered that the purpose of this particular position was to travel up the Hershey Highway and give her the San Francisco treat.
When he was certain that his manhood was as coated with feminine secretions as it was likely to get, he moved it back along the groove of her pussy, to the perineum, to the anus itself.
She felt the tip of his pecker touch her anal rosebud. "That's the spot, lover."
Carefully he coated the little fleshy volcano with the seepage that he had gathered from her nether regions. Around and around he ran the tip of his cock, insuring that the entire area around of her anus was a slick and sticky runway.
He aimed his cock at the target. He reached down and held on to the sides of her hips. He took a deep breath and pushed the blunt end of his penis against the ring.
But it wouldn't budge.
He checked his aim, took another deep breath, and pushed.
But, again, it wouldn't budge.
"Are you sure that you've done this before?" he asked. "You seem to be cherry back here."
"I think that the problem may be with the position of my legs. Push my knees up towards my breasts and try again."
He did so and noticed that her ass now appeared to be larger than it did before. He smacked his lips as she bowed her back even more than previously, presenting her entire rear end as if for a feast.
This time when he shoved his cock against her anus, the little ring gave. "Ahhh!" she moaned.
He paused for a second and asked, "Aren't you feeling any pain?"
"What little there is will vanish in just a few moments. Don't stop on your inward journey. Give me more. More!"
Doug was a gentleman, and gentlemen always gave a lady what she asked for. He ground his pelvis forward with concentrated energy and watched his cock disappear into her rear passageway.
One inch!
Two inches!
Four inches!
Six inches!
Finally, all nine inches of his penis were ensconced in her bunghole.
"Ohhh! Doug!" she sighed as she shook her head. "I feel like one of those chickens which are roasted on a rotisserie."
"Thank god you look better."
"Yea. And thank god that your dick isn't a sharp metal spigot."
"Yea. Thank god!" he agreed as he began to focus all of his attention on sodomizing her.