Chapter 4
Charlie Farrell was in a bind, torn between desire and restraint, like a hungry dog staring at raw beef in a butcher shop.
What Charlie had in front of his eyes was his wife's ass. Wilma was in the process of getting dressed and at the moment she was wearing nothing but her bra. Charlie had no idea why she always put her bra on before anything else. Maybe it was because she was self-conscious about her huge tits. Her tits had been big when he'd known her in high school, but now Wilma was in her thirties and her tits were melons, huge melons topped by big rubbery nipples.
She was self-conscious about them. She never believed him when he said they were exciting. There was nothing in the world as delicious as burying his face between those two mountains of flesh. Sometimes he put his cock there. Wilma always got a kick out of that. She would giggle and blush and rub her tits over his cock until he shot his load all over her face and throat.
But as much as he loved her huge tits, the one part of Wilma's body that Charlie loved most of all was her ass. She had the fullest, curviest, most luscious ass he could imagine, and the deep dark crack between her plump asscheeks was a valley of erotic delight. Charlie's problem was that he was obsessed to the point of madness by the idea of fucking Wilma in the ass, while Wilma thought the notion was filthy and crazy and impossible to manage. Assholes weren't made for cocks. She told Chairlie he'd have to kill her first before he'd get his prick up her butthole.
Wilma had no objections, hwoever, to using her ass to tease and taunt and turn him on. They were supposed to be getting dressed to go ro a movie, but there she was walking around the bedroom with her lush ass naked and begging for attention. Charlie decided the movie could wait. The next time Wilma passed near enough to where he was sitting on the bed, he shot his hands out and grabbed her ass.
"Charlie!" she giggled. "We'll be late!"
He ignored her. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she welcomed his hands. Nearly a week had passed since they'd done any fucking and with all her maidenly modesty, Wilma did like to get fucked, regularly. Once she got started, she was a hot-blooded woman, a woman who would do almost anything except let him fuck her in the ass.
Well, if he couldn't fuck it, he could kiss it! He pulled her close, turned her around, and started planting biting kisses over the smooth white skin of her meaty ass.
Wilma squealed. Charlie remembered the kids were at his mother's house and he was thankful. He and Wilma had the house all to themselves. As much as he loved his kids, they were a pain in the ass when it came to his sex life. There just wasn't any privacy with a house full of kids.
"We'll be late," Wilma said again, but her protest was only half-hearted. Charlie knew there wasn't anything she liked better than having her ass kissed. She always said it made her feel like a woman, whatever the hell that meant. She pressed back now, and then bent slightly forward to give him more territory to work over with his mouth.
When he nuzzled his nose in the deep crack between her asscheeks, Wilma groaned.
"Oh, Charlie, that's nasty!"
"Bullshit!" he said. The way she pressed her ass back against his face, he could tell she loved it.
"Let's stay home," he said. "I'd rather fuck than see some stupid movie."
Wilma purred. Charlie realized this was what she wanted in the first place. Leave it to a woman to get you to do what she wanted!
Clutching a cheek in each hand, he pried her ass open and ran the flat of his wet tongue over the puckered ring of her asshole.
A mewling sound came out of Wilma's throat. Charlie could feel her body tremble, His tongue working over her asshole always drove her crazy.
"Come on," he said. "Lie down on the bed and let me do a good job of it."
A shudder ran through her body. "I shouldn't let you," she said as she turned.
"But you love it."
She avoided his eyes and blushed. "It makes me feel like a woman."
Charlie swore under his breath. He arranged her on the bed on her belly. She was still wearing her bra, but there was time to take that off later. Kneeling between her legs, he bent down and once again pushed his face into the crack of her ass.
When his tongue made contact with her asshole, she groaned and wriggled on the bed. He pulled at her hips and she immediately raised her ass up to give him better access.
She loves it, he thought. The bitch thought it was okay to have his tongue in there but not his cock. Cursing himself for his own stupid lechery, he stiffened his tongue and drilled it into Wilma's hot puckered asshole.
The wail of pleasure that came out of Wilma's throat was ony half human. Charlie imagined they must look like two animals-his wife a cow squatting on the bed and himself a bull with his tongue up her ass. In this position her tits hung down almost to the mattress. Keeping his mouth glued to her savory asshole, he reached his hands up along her back and unsnapped her bra. Her tits spilled out like two heavy melons as Wilma groaned.
Grabbing two big handfuls of tit-flesh, he pushed his tongue as deeply as possible into his wife's shithole. He began tongue-fucking her ass, thrusting his tongue in and out like a piston, his nose snorting in her ass crack, his mouth slobbering saliva on her asshole and down the gulch to cover her drooping hairy cuntlips. He felt a disturbance near his chin and realized Wilma was now finger-fucking herself. He imagined her fingers sloshing in and out of her steaming cunt. One finger or two fingers? Her fuck-hole was so big she could easily take four fingers in there and have room to spare. Christ, what a cunt she had! Her cunt was so big and hairy and wet he was sometimes afraid of it.
Maybe that was why he wanted to fuck her asshole. Her asshole was small and hairless and dry. Not really hairless, though-she had fine black hair growing around her asshole, an extension of the rich growth of hair that covered her cunt.
Enough! he thought. He had to fuck something or he'd explode!
Pulling his mouth away from her ass with a wet smacking sound, he reared up behind her and drilled his swollen cock into the waiting hot pit of her cunt, Wilma moaned and Charlie answered with a bellow. Moments later Charlie roared and emptied his bloated bails.
"Now tell me about your new secretary," Wilma said.
Charlie opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, and when he turned his head he found his nose jammed into Wilma's mammoth tit.
"Huh?"
"Tell me about your new secretary. Is she pretty?"
"Sure," Charlie said. "All the girls in the office are pretty."
Wilma giggled and pushed her stiff nipple against Charlie's lips. "Oh, you know what I mean. Is she sexy? Does she turn you on like I do? A woman likes to know what her competition is."
Charlie filled his mouth with Wilma's huge rubbery nipple and began munching. He thought about Karen Driscoll, his new secretary. She came on like a hot piece. He wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with that one!
"Your prick is getting hard again," Wilma cooed. "What are we going to do about it?"
"Let me fuck you in the ass."
"Oh, no!" Wilma cried. "You forget about that! I don't want your prick in there. It's against nature!"
"Jesus Christ, let's just try it!"
"No way! I'll suck you off if you want to do something different, but no ass-fucking."
Heaving a sigh of resignation, Charlie turned over on his back and waited for Wilma to get started sucking his cock. His obsession with fucking her in the ass seemed to be getting worse as the- years went by. He told himself he ought to do something about it. There ought to be some women around who enjoyed getting it up their butts, but how do you tell by just looking at a woman if she enjoys having her asshole plugged?
Now Wilma was kneeling between his legs with her hard-nippled tits hanging down like huge creamy melons. Leaning forward, she positioned his turgid cock in the warm sweaty valley between her tits and giggled.
"You've got such a nice prick, Charlie! I love it!"
Hefting her tits in her hands, she squeezed her melons together to make a snug tunnel for his red dripping coek. She began massaging his cock with her tit-flesh, looking up at his face to see his reaction.
"You like that, baby? You like my big tits? I can see you like them. I'm going to milk your prick and get all your sweet cum in my mouth. God, your cock is hot!"
Charlie groaned. He loved the way Wilma babied his cock. She was definitely a hot fuck. By the time she got around to taking his cock in her mouth, he wouldn't last long. He'd blow his load of cum in seconds. If ony Wilma wasn't so damn finicky about her asshole!
The next day at the office, Charlie's obsession reached a new peak. He found himself sneaking looks at every woman with only one thought in his mind- what would it be like to fuck her in the ass?
The thing about asses was that you couldn't tell much about a woman as long as she had her clothes on. You could tell if she had a big ass or a small one, but the shape and firmness remained a mystery.
Charlie liked big firm asses with a deep crack between the cheeks. He liked the asscheeks to be springy. He liked it when a woman had hair growing in the crack of her ass and especially around her asshole. Thinking about hairy assholes made his cock twitch and his breath quicken.
Did Karen Driscoll have hair ringing her asshole? One thing was certain-she was the most attractive secretary he'd had in a long time. She was all tits and ass and luscious red mouth. She looked as though she knew how to use her tight asshole to milk a man's cock until he went insane.
Or maybe it was just a bullshit daydream and Karen Driscoll was like his wife. Would he ever find out?
When he walked into his house that evening, Charlie had a roaring hard-on. He found Wilma in the kitchen and came up behind her to press his cock against her broad ass.
"I'm cooking dinner," Wilma said, but she squirmed her ass against his cock to show him she didn't mind the attention. "Wait until the children are asleep."
Charlie waited. By the time Wilma had the kids in bed, he felt like a teenager getting ready for his first fuck.
"What's come over you?" Wilma asked. "We just fucked yesterday."
Charlie slid a hand under her dress and up between her thighs to grab the bulging lips of her nylon-covered pussy. "Let's go in the bedroom," he said.
Wilma was willing. The nice thing about Wilma was that she hardly ever turned him down.
When they were in the bedroom, Wilma sat on the edge of the bed and Charlie stood in front of her and fished out his cock. Wilma responded with a throaty purr, like she always did when he brought out his cock all red and stiff and dripping cock juice. Charlie grunted with satisfaction as he pushed his throbbing cockhead into her wet mouth.
Wilma bobbed her head up and down a few times on Charlie's cock and then pulled her mouth away and looked up at him.
"Don't come in my mouth. I want you to fuck me."
Charlie grunted. "Let me fuck you in the ass."
"Never!" Wilma screamed. "You can fuck me from behind, but not in my ass. But first let's do a little sucking. Let's get undressed."
She rose up and pressed her body against his, pushing her big tits against his chest and her round belly against his dangling cock. She grabbed his cock again, circling her fingers around his cockhead and reaching inside his fly to squeeze his balls.
"All those pretty girls in the office must drive you crazy," Wilma said.
Charlie muttered something noncommittal and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. He wanted her beautiful tits in his hands. They always made him forget other women. In a moment the white bra bulging with her heavy melon-sized tits was under his eyes.
Wilma's hands were busy at Charle's waist. His belt flapped and sagged, and the top but-
ton of his pants jerked open. She used both hands to pull his pants and shorts down, and then she lowered her head and kissed the knob of his cock.
"My honey's lovely prick!" she cooed.
Her tongue waggled from side to side on his rigid cock shaft, then moved up and wrapped around his cockhead.
Charlie pulled her dress down her back and unhooked her bra. Stuffing his hands in under the huge bra cups, he grabbed her tits and mashed his palms against her hard nipples.
Wilma giggled and pushed Charlie's hands away, peeling off her dress and bra. Except for the tiny wristwatch Charlie had given her on her birthday, she was now wearing only her pantyhose and shoes. Charlie smiled with approval at her huge tits and at the way her long thick nipples jiggled when she moved. He ogled the bulge made by her bush of cunt hair under her pantyhose.
"You're a sexy woman," Charlie said.
Wilma blushed. She raised her tits up in her hands and pointed her nipples at his face. "Sixty-nine?"
"You're on!" Charlie chuckled. Sixty-nine always made Wilma wild. He quickly stripped off his clothes while Wilma walked into the bathroom to wash her pussy. When she came out again she was naked, her pussy clean and sweet-scented and ready to be licked.
Climbing on the bed, they jockeyed into position. Charlie ended up on his back with Wilma's melon-sized tits dangling against his belly. Wilma pushed her bands under the backs of his thighs and drew his legs up beside her cheeks. Her tongue scooped up the end of his cock, then her hot lips closed around his cockhead like a noose. The flat of her tongue pushed against the mushroom-shaped knob and she began sucking.
Charlie had her ass over his face, her firm asscheeks looming like big moons over his eyes. He gazed directly at her steaming cunt, at her dropping thick cuntlips already juicy with her arousal. He looked higher up and thrilled at the sight of her sweet puckered hair-rimmed asshole. The dark hole winked at him as Wilma continued slurping on his cock.
An old memory suddenly rose up into Charlie's consciousness. He'd been five or six years old, playing one day in the living room, when his mother had knelt down on the rug to find something she'd dropped under a chair. He was no more than a foot or two behind her, and when her dress hiked up to uncover her ass, he found himself staring at her naked cunt and asshole. He'd been mesmerized by his mother's hairy cunt and mysterious shithole. The memory of the hairy bulge of her cunt between the underside of her plump asscheeks had remained with him all these years.
He could smell Wilma's cunt now. She'd sprayed her crotch with cologne, but the animal-like smell of her pussy was still there. It came from the inside, out of her cunthole, wafting out between her drooping cuntlips. The pungent warm smell of Wilma's ripe pussy was delicious.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt down onto his mouth.
Wilma let out a satisfied groan and squirmed her ass around on his face until she found the best position.
"Come on, baby!" she purred. "Suck me out!"
One day she'll smother me with her sweet ass, Charlie thought. His nose tickling her asshole and his tongue pushing into the hot meat of her cunt, he began working her pussy the way he knew she liked it.
Now Charlie could feel Wilma's fingertips wandering across his ass to play with his balls. A finger felt around his asshole, probed and sank in.
Wilma's thighs clamped tight against Charlie's face. Her oozing open-lipped cunt mashed against his mouth. He reached up to grab handfuls of her hot ass-flesh. His finger located her asshole and slid inside.
Wilma squealed, unhappy at the finger in her ass, but finally accepting it.
It's only a finger, Charlie thought. He wanted his cock in there, not just a finger, but it was better than nothing. He'd had a finger in Wilma's ass before. She said she didn't like it, but he suspected she was lying.
Wilma's thick cuntlips pressed against the flat of Charlie's tongue. Stretching and stiffening his tongue, he used it like a small cock to probe her cunthole. His tongue was a cock and her mouth was a cunt, a cunt with a roving tongue and gripping teeth and a tight throat.
Pulling his mouth away from her juice-drenched pussy Charlie called out, "Come on, let's fuck. Let's have a little of the old in and out!"
His cock popped out of Wilma's mouth and his finger out of her ass at the same time. She positioned herself on her knees at the edge of the bed, her head and shoulders on the mattress and her broad white ass raised up in the air. Charlie got to his feet behind her.
"Give it to me!" Wilma moaned. She was hot and ready, her cuntlips swollen and her cunthole oozing thick juice in a steady stream.
Charlie gazed down at the majesty of his wife's cunt and asshole. He loved Wilma, there was no doubt about that. There was also no doubt about the fact that he had to take care of his obsession.
I've got to find a woman who will take it up her ass, he thought. It was the only way.
With a sigh of resignation, he stuffed his throbbing cock into Wilma's hot dripping cunt.