“In my asshole,” she purred. I sat in an armchair in her bedroom, the lights turn down low, and stared at her. She was on all fours, naked, on the bed with her fat ass directed at me. She stared at the headboard, instructed not to turn and look at me, and was still. Even in the dim light and through the moderately dense curls of hair I could see her pussy glisten.
Two weeks ago I had raped her. It was an animalistic, merciless act. And she loved it. A week after she had begged for me to come see her, to give her more. That night I snuck out of my parents’ apartment and into hers. We talked for a long time that night about what happened, how we felt, and where we’d go from there.
Mrs. Huggins talked at length that night about her life with Mr. Huggins. They had some great sex, which I already knew from years of overhearing the romps, and for the two years since his death Mrs. Huggins had been awfully lonely. What really struck me was her description of their sexual relationship and how I had so inverted Mrs. Huggins prior notions. As it turns out, Mrs. Huggins had been something of a bitch to her husband. Sure they fucked a lot, which is more than many married couples can say, but she had always taken advantage of his desires to manipulate him and give herself a sense of power. Mr. Huggins only used blowjobs as foreplay, never deep throated him, and only gave up her ass on very special occasions.
Now I was here, the first man in her life that wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Mrs. Huggins discovered she loved being subjugated.
“Show me how bad you want it,” I commanded. Mrs. Huggins slid her left hand over her ass and went straight for her hole. Her middle finger swirled the rim a few times before plunging in.
“Ooo, baby, I want it in my ass!” she cooed.
“One finger? Sure doesn’t look like you want it that badly.”
“Fuck, yes, I fucking want it,” she shouted as her first finger joined her middle. Her ass easily accepted two, making me wonder if all those years she was withholding anal from her husband she had been secretly exploring it by herself.
That night, a week ago, before our talk I had plowed Mrs. Huggins’ throat. Twice. The first time I simply walked into her apartment, grabbed a handful of her hair just as she tried to move in to hug me, forced her onto her knees and went to town. Now, though she may have been playing with her ass on her own free time for all those years, her throat was truly inexperienced, and she struggled as I stuffed it. She gagged, choked, spit, coughed, heaved, and cried and each time my balls slapped her chin I could hear the sloppy sound of her raw throat hole being forced open. The second time I fucked her throat that night, after our talk, I had told her I wanted to taste her pussy. I laid on the couch and she mounted me, giving me full access to her delicious folds, and eventually she leaned down into 69 and began loving sucking my cock. Abruptly, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down, burying myself in her. With my free hand I dug fingers into her ass, penetrating all of her holes at once, as she squirmed. The first load I’d fired into her that night had drained down her throat, the second poured out of her abused mouth and drained onto my balls. I made sure she cleaned every inch of me with her tongue before I left.
“C’mon, either show me you fucking want it or I’m out of here,” I said, lying of course.
“Awww, fuck!” Mrs. Huggins exclaimed as her ring finger pried its way in with the others. She began to gyrate her hand, making circular motions within her ass, and chanted “I want your cock in my ass!”
I leaned forward and smacked an open palm down on her right ass cheek. I watched the seismic quakes ripples through her ass, jiggle her stomach, down her legs, and even set her heavy tits into a gentle swinging motion. Mrs. Huggins had some weight on her but it was so fucking hot. Her tits were enormous, her ass was mind-boggling, and I wanted to devour every inch of her soft flesh.
“Your ass is so fat, fuck, I love it!” I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuck, Johnny, please!”
“Tell me one more time just what you want.”
“Your cock!” she urged.
“Say it right.”
“Ahhh, I want you to jam your fat cock into my fat fucking ass!” she shouted so loud I knew that neighbors had to hear.
My cock agreed with her sentiment and I stood up. I shed the necessary articles and pointed my cock at her beautiful ass. She removed her hand and readied herself.
“Did I say you could stop!” I shouted, slapping her ass so hard she fell prone on the bed. She shouted with surprise before I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her back up. I took aim and pushed steadily, not slowing down to make the initial insertion any easier, and Mrs. Huggins swore repeatedly as my cock barged into her ass.
“Ah, fuck yes, gimme that fat cock!” she began. I pushed in as far as I could and savored the hot depths. I then gave her a quick spank and told her to get to work.
“Yeah, fuck,” she said as she began to thrust back and forth, working herself on my stationary cock. “Fuck, ow! Ah, fucking fill me, fuck, spread that ass, ahhhh, owww!” she yelped with a burst of pain each time I bottomed out but she fucked relentlessly. I spread her with both hands and watched the show as her hungry ass devoured my cock.
“That’s it slut, just like that,” I urged her on as she banged back at me wildly. Then I decided to take control. I stopped her furious motion and climbed onto the bed, standing above her wonderful ass now, and began a relentless downward assault. Mrs. Huggins was speechless, her ass no doubt on fire as I fucked her like the whore she was. I was loving every second of it, every charge and retreat from her bowels, and so was she.
I pounded her on the bed for longer than I thought possible, I couldn’t believe I’d lasted so long, and Mrs. Huggins ass had turned into a gaping, abused hole.
I pulled off of her, still not finished, and she fell in an exhausted heap. I climbed off the bed and sat back in the armchair. “Get over here slut, we’re not finished yet.”
Mrs. Huggins shambled over and stood before me. I took a minute to enjoy the sight of her body, pudgy but sexy with overwhelming tits. I slapped each of them playfully and watched her nipples respond. I don’t know why but at that moment I decided to never fuck Mrs. Huggins’ pussy. Maybe it was the thought of how she gave her husband all the pussy he wanted but didn’t let him at her ass or mouth, or maybe it was knowing that I could get nice, young, tight pussy from girls my age without much of a problem but those girls never wanted their faces or asses fucked, but for some reason I decided I would use Mrs. Huggins for my own pleasure and not give her any. I didn’t realize at the time that my deep anal explorations were giving Mrs. Huggins new and more wonderful pleasures than her years of vaginal sex had ever uncovered.
“Turn and bend,” I ordered. Mrs. Huggins did as she was told, putting her ass in my face and practically touching her toes. I saw her asshole, usually a cute tan little hole, now the shade of red that indicated abrasion and open as wide as a quarter. I guided her hips down and lifted mine to meet hers until she had sunk onto my cock again. This entry it met no resistance. I told her to start fucking me and in this position she bounced her gloriously fat ass on my lap, the most perfect sight.
I leaned back and watched the show, Mrs. Huggins’ legs straining and her ass jiggling as she pumped herself on me. The sensation was smooth and silky and soon I felt my climax approaching.
“Get over her and suck my cock,” I commanded.
“But it’s been up my ass, I’m not putting it in my mouth!” Mrs. Huggins protested.
I spanked her fat ass hard, very hard. “What did I tell you last week?”
“That every time you cum, I have to swallow it,” Mrs. Huggins whimpered.
“That’s fucking right, so get over and suck!”
Mrs. Huggins frowned. “Can’t you just shoot it on my tongue or in my hand or something?”
I was sick of the conversation and ready to cum. “Get over here, bitch!” I grabbed a handful of hair and swung her around, popping her off my cock and dropping her to her knees. I gave her jaw a firm but not violent slap. “Now open.”
Mrs. Huggins did, slowly and reluctantly, and her eyes pleaded for me not to do it. She must have understood by now that that only made it better.
I pushed her face down and she engulfed my cock, emitting a disgusted moan as she did. After two or three downward sucks my cum was rising and I forcefully buried myself in her, holding her head with both hands and bellowing as my load rushed through me.
I pumped hard and knew that I was drowning her, a torrent of cum pouring down her throat and backing up into her mouth. “You better get used to that flavor,” I said between blasts, “the taste of your ass and my cum, awwww fuck yes, ‘cause you’re going to be eating it like this a lot!” I finally finished, a solid stream of cum flowing down her chin. I let her free and she fell back against the bed, gasping and gagging.
I stood up and gave her jaw another firm tap to get her attention. “See you next weekend,” I said, gathering up my clothes.
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