From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: What She Wanted/ff anal dildo
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:12:07 -0500
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What She Wanted
by Radioman
When I moved out here to Los Angeles from the lower East
Side of Manhattan I knew that my days would be different.
But this different? Who would have guessed? I found an
apartment in a typical L. A. complex: three stories with
balconies around a pool. I loved the pool. It meant I
wouldn't have to trot down the Y like back in New York. The
only bad thing was that I missed my old friends. The people
at work were good to me, but I was lonely.
My job as a waitress gave me plenty of time to sunbathe.
Most of the people in my building worked when I was off and
I usually had the pool to myself. One day a few months after
I moved in, I was lying on my stomach with my bikini top
untied to avoid that annoying line in my tan. Hearing
footsteps shuffling across the poolside, I turned my head to
see a pair of very tan feet woman's feet standing near my
head. My eyes traveled up the longest pair of legs I had
ever seen until they reached a tiny pink string bikini
bottom wrapped around an absolutely perfect ass. This woman
was tan, real tan, not my New York wanna-be.
"Hello, you must be new here?," she asked. "I'm Bonnie.
Welcome."
"I've been here few months," I explained. "Have you been
away?"
She sat down on the lounge chair next to me. I got a good
look at her chest, the little triangles of fabric barely
covering her huge breasts. Her blonde hair was in bangs,
although it wasn't a childish cut. Everything about her
said maturity and I felt just like some dumb kid in her
presence. She pulled out some oil and began rubbing it on
her arms and shoulders.
"For a little while. I was . . . busy." A far away look
came over her face. I wasn't about to pry.
"Would you like some oil? A . . . friend gets it for me
from Europe." She held the bottle toward me and made rubbing
motions with her other hand. It looked expensive, so I said
yes. She got off the lounger and knelt down next to me. I
felt a few drops hit my back as she tilted the bottle.
"You'll like this." She seemed pretty certain. As she
spread the oil over my back, I found I didn't mind her
touching me. As a sensualist I've accepted all sorts of
attentions to feel good. From men only, of course. But this
was very pleasant. Her hand gently kneaded my smooth flesh
as she spread the slick liquid. Occasionally she'd dip down
my side to get some on my front. Her fingers touched the
sides of my breasts just a little longer than necessary. My
nipples hardened at the caresses and I started to get a
little wet in the pussy. I'm no lesbian, but this woman had
great hands. Every touch became electric. She poured more
oil and went way down my back to the top of my bikini
bottom.
"You have a lovely ass," she said and began going a
little under my suit with her fingers.
"Don't worry. This won't stain. We can always take your
bottom off if you're afraid." Her hand became more
insistent. The heat and the rubbing had made me drift off
and I heard myself say, "That's OK. Just keep touching me
the way you are."
I could feel her middle finger in my ass crack. By now,
there was no pretense of this being just a friendly oiling.
My pussy was dripping with juice and she was breathing hard.
The finger in my crack went lower and deeper. Finally she
made contact with my asshole and teased the little ridge
until I had to say, "Maybe we should go inside and finish
this?"
"I do believe you're right," she replied in that dusky
voice of hers. She tied the top of my bathing suit for
me, pulling the strings so tight my breasts almost hurt. We
gathered up our stuff. Then I had to ask her: "Your place or
mine?" I'd never said that before to a woman.
"Let's go to mine," she said, "It's probably better . . .
equipped."
This was the first time she'd seen me standing up and her
eyes traveled all over my body, taking in my flawless skin,
tight butt and C-cup breasts. Her apartment was on the
second floor. As I followed her up the stairs, my eyes were
drawn to her ass. It was absolutely flawless, the cheeks
round and firm. Little blonde downy hairs covered the backs
of her thighs. I knew that I would get to stroke them before
this afternoon was over.
When we got to her door she turned and said, "You don't
have to come in, you know."
"I want to," I answered. Something drew me to her. I had to
see where this was going.
We got into the apartment and she threw her stuff on a
beautiful hardwood table near the door. Luxury was written
all over the room. My place was such a dump compared to
this. I was glad we had come here.
"What's your name?" The question startled me. I realized I
hadn't said it before.
"Donna." I left me mouth open on the final vowel so she
could see my tongue and the little drop of spit I had put on
it.
She stared into my eyes with this piercing look and walked
toward me. Putting her hands on my shoulders she pulled me
close to her and kissed me. Her tongue went into my mouth
and swirled around in there. The flesh was hot as she
explored every inch of my mouth, running her tongue between
my cheeks and gum.
This was so fucking exciting. I hugged her and kissed her
back. We stood here for minutes, our tongues battling away.
Our bathing suits exposed a lot of flesh. So we rubbed our
legs, our stomachs, our arms and our breasts against each
other, unable to get enough of touching our skin together.
She reached behind me and undid the strings of my top. My
breasts, now with nipples of steel, fell out of the
cloth. Gently she rubbed the palms of her hands over them.
The sensations went right to my pussy and I became extremely
wet. I had to wonder if she could smell me. The handwork on
my tits became stronger, kneading them, pulling them,
pushing them together. At one point she had my nipples
touching and she bent over and sucked them both into her
mouth. Up to now she had been the aggressor, but this act
drove me crazy and I needed some of her, too.
I reached around her back and undid her top. Her breast
were somewhat larger than mine, although I had bigger
aureoles. I reciprocated the nipple sucks, using my tongue
to wiggle her pointy tips as I held them gently between my
teeth. This worked wonders on her, according to the moans
she was making. Under her breath I could hear her saying
"suck" and that's what I did.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and began licking
my stomach. With her hands she started to inch my bikini
bottoms down, covering each newly exposed area with tongue
kisses. I knew she'd have to get to my cunt soon. She
surprised me when she turned me around and began licking my
ass crack. The bikini still covered the bottom part of my
cheeks. Then with her mouth only she pushed the cloth below
my butt. Her tongue made long strokes up the crack, almost
but not quite touching my asshole. When this was about to
get too unbearable she pulled the bikini bottom to the floor
and helped me step out of it.
"Lean forward on the table. Rest your hands on it so I can
get your ass apart." I did what Bonnie said, figuring my
asshole was in for a good time. She didn't disappoint me. As
she spread my cheeks with her hand, her tongue made contact
with my anal ridge, the little volcano I shit from. She
burrowed like a pig looking for truffles. It was incredible.
The little ass touches she had given me before were nothing
compared to this lingual assault. Bonnie machine-gunned her
tongue up my asshole, moving it as fast as a vibrator.
When her face was far enough up my butt that it wasn't
about to come out, she let go of my ass cheeks and started
playing with my pussy, tickling me on either side of my
abundant bush. The fingertips trailed up and down, slowly
moving closer to my swollen pussy lips. Bonnie was driving
me crazy with her cunt skills. No man would have taken so
long before going in on the clit.
When she went for the cum, I was ready. Every part of my
brain screamed, "Let her make you cum!" With one hand Bonnie
held open my pussy lips. With the other she beat a tattoo on
my clitty that started a huge series of orgasms. Between the
tongue up my asshole and the fingers in my cunt, my whole
bottom felt like it was on fire.
The cumming started. From deep inside my guts, a rocket
blasted off taking me somewhere I had only dreamed of going.
This woman, someone of my own sex, was getting me off like I
had never gotten off before. I started to buck and scream.
"I'm coming! Suck my ass! Suck me! Oooh! Oooh! Oooooooooh"
She pushed on my asshole and cunt, as if she were trying
to bring them together. It hurt, but it felt good. She
hung on to my twisting, shaking body, never letting her
tongue out of my bunghole or taking her fingers off my cunt.
One, two, three massive orgasms rocked me. A series of
aftershocks kept me helpless in this beautiful woman's grip.
Finally it was over and together we sunk to the thickly
carpeted floor.
She brought her face to mine and started kissing me. I
could taste my asshole on her mouth but I didn't care.
Kissing her in the warm afterglow of my cums seemed the
right thing to do. We held each other tight and she
whispered into my ear: "Oh, Donna, I loved sucking your
asshole. I loved shoving my tongue up right where your shit
comes out. Aren't I nasty? Aren't I a filthy ass-sucking
whore?"
I was savvy enough to realize that she got off on verbal
abuse. After the wonderful way she had made me feel, there
would be no problem doing what she wanted. Absolute filth,
shocking even me, poured out of my mouth.
"Bonnie, you tongue was made to suck out my asshole. It's
what you were born for. I want to spend the rest of my life
with you up there, licking me, keeping me clean after I
shit."
She started to twitch and I knew I was on the right track.
I put my hand on her soaking wet pussy and rubbed the
outside of her lips. With closed eyes, she made purring
noises as I began my finger fuck of her cunt.
"You need to suck asshole. I bet you've sucked a thousand
assholes, smelled the shit of a thousand whores as you
cleaned them out. Haven't you?"
"Yes. yes. That's why you never saw me until today. I was
in Europe with a friend of mine, the one who gave me the
oil. She knows about me, what I need and she knows plenty of
women who need what I do. Donna, you don't think I'm bad, do
you?"
It was a hell of a question. Bonnie was one of the most
depraved women I had ever met. But she had converted me into
a tongue receptacle and I didn't want to hurt her.
"Oh, no. I love what you do. Being rimmed by your sweet
tongue made me feel better that anything else. I could
never think you're bad for wanting to suck out assholes."
She held my tight and pressed her face into my shoulder. I
wanted to make her feel good, so I brushed my fingertips up
and down her back. We kissed again, this time with so much
tenderness I wanted to cry. Her breasts attracted my hands
and I toyed with the fullness of her fleshy mams.
"Help me cum, Donna." She said this in a whisper that I
could barely hear.
"What do you want me to do?" She could be into anything to
get off. This might be the most interesting or the sickest
experience of my life.
"Let's go into the bedroom." As we got up off the floor she
smiled at me. I could tell she really liked me a lot. Never
having has this kind of attention from a woman before, I
was a little put off, but so far everything had felt so
good.
Her bedroom was as well-decorated as the rest of the
apartment. We sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes
and made out some more. I loved kissing her. Without the
harsh stubble most men have, a mouth can be so soft. Our
hands kept running up each other's bodies, gently caressing
all our secret, warm places. When she could sense that I was
ready, she helped me get into the middle of the bed.
"My sweet baby, I want you to fuck me." The hiss at the
beginning of the word fuck was the dirtiest thing I had ever
heard.
"How?," I asked, although it didn't matter.
"With this." And she slid open a panel in the headboard and
took out a huge rubber strap-on cock. It looked like a
joke. No human being has any hole that could take in that
monster.
"You must be kidding. Where the hell is that supposed to
go?"
She paused a second and said, "Into my asshole."
This couldn't be happening. If I tried to put that in her
butt, they'd arrest me for murder. I told her I couldn't do
it.
"But didn't I suck your asshole for you. Didn't I make you
feel good, huh?"
The little girl voice she put on melted some of my reserve.
Bonnie needed me and even though we had just met I felt some
kind of obligation to help her. Besides, this might be fun.
"Well, how do we do this?" I asked. In for a penny, in for
a pound.
"Well, first we take this dildo . . ."
A few minutes later I found myself kneeling over her butt,
which was propped up on some pillows. Bonnie had lubed up
her asshole with some Vaseline and most of her fingers. It
had been a fascinating process and one she had obviously
done a million times before. After strapping the
preposterous prick around my waist, she got us into
position on the bed. I still didn't see how this monster was
going to fit up her asshole, but she kept insisting that it
would.
"Just press it up against my hole, darling, and lean in." I
put my hands on her ass cheeks and did what she said. The
extensive lubing she had given her bung included practically
shoving her whole hand up there, so maybe this would work.
I pushed. She moaned. With the curtains closed the light
was so dim I really couldn't see what was happening. I kept
up a steady pressure like she told me to and her ass did
appear to be getting closer. The strap for the cock held it
to me so tightly that it was like I had my own penis. The
end of the cock pressed up against my pussy and so whatever
I did to her was returned to me. Only my whole ass wasn't
being ripped apart the way hers was being abused.
"Keep pushing. Don't stop!" Bonnie wanted this thing bad.
As more huge rubber cock went up her asshole I had to
move my hands farther up her back to keep my balance. I
could feel myself squeezing her flesh hard to hold on.
"More, more. Give me more. Fill me up!" She could hardly
talk. This big dick must have been killing her. I couldn't
believe how much cock was inside now and there still was a
whole lot left to go. I continued my pressure, slowly easing
the monster penis deeper. What a feeling of power this was
giving me. I had a cock. Imagine that. Sweet Donna D'Amico
with a huge pecker between her legs. Not that I hadn't had
many a big boner up my snatch, but to have one sticking out
- this was too much!
My hips was almost touching her buttocks. Where was this
rubber dick going? Bowels couldn't be that big, could they?
Bonnie made incoherent noises like she was choking. Maybe
the dick was coming out her mouth. My own clitty was being
highly stimulated by the pressure of the big whang. How long
until I came?
"Fuck me now!" I could sense the effort it took her to say
that simple phrase. Well, if she wanted to be fucked, I
was ready. I began sawing the latex lover in and out of her
butthole. Slowly at first, a few inches at a time, then
faster and faster.
"More! Harder! Please, fuck me!" Bonnie became an animal.
No matter how hard and fast I abused her asshole with that
big rubber dick she wanted more. I turned into a mad woman,
fucking her, piercing her, trying to hurt her. I wanted her
to say stop but she never did. I had been raped when I was
17 by a guy on the football team at my high school. I still
remember the demented look in his eyes and the way he bucked
up and down trying to fill my virgin cunt with his scum.
That's what I was like now, only I didn't have any cum to
shoot into Bonnie's bowels. I wish I did. I wanted to be a
man and fill her with my sperm. I wanted to come in her ass.
Even the powerful air-conditioner couldn't stop the sweat
that poured from each of us. Whenever our bodies touched and
sep'arated, there would be a squishy sound. We were lost
in depravity and I loved it. I fucked her over and over and
still she wanted more.
"Donna, Donna," she moaned repeatedly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck,"
she chanted. The end of the dick against my clit, her packed
bowels being rammed by a cock the size of my arm, everything
caught up with us at once and we came together screaming,
screeching, howling like the primeval creatures that
perverted sex had made us.
I collapsed on top of her, bending the prick out of her ass
as I did. It popped, like putting a finger in your cheek and
making that sound. She grabbed my head and we tongue kissed
like maniacs, unwilling to break the bond between us. Bonnie
filled her mouth with saliva, then passed it to me. I added
my own spit to the mess and we squirted our oral juices
back and forth, trying to be as intimate, as close as
possible.
"That was incredible," Bonnie whispered after swallowing
down the liquid we had made with our mouths. "No one has
ever gotten into it the way you did. I thought that dildo
was going to come out my ears, it was up so far."
She gently unstrapped the Godzilla cock from my hips. It
was covered with slime and shit and even a little blood. I
was amazed her liver hadn't been speared like meat on a
shish-kabob. This was one tough lady with a set of iron
guts.
"Donna," she said, getting serious. "I need you in my life.
I have to have you with me all the time. Please stay with
me. Please." Bonnie stroked my hair as she spoke. This was
one offer I couldn't refuse. I was eventually accepted into
every aspect of her twisted life and now we live together in
bowel bliss. I may never need be with a man again.
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