Anal Obsession: Anal Addict Volumes 1-6 (8 page)

Once Bethany has fallen still, she climbs up
off of Eric, letting his cock slide out of her asshole. She drops
to her knees in between his legs and licks her pussy juices off his
chest, gathering them in her mouth before spitting them onto his
cock and then taking it in her mouth.

Maintaining eye contact, Bethany blows Eric,
cleaning his cock of her ass and pussy juices, bouncing her head up
and down on it while her hands works his balls.

After she’s finished sucking Eric’s cock,
Bethany drops her head down lower and takes his ballsack in her
mouth. With one hand jerking him off, she works his testicles
between her lips, sucking on them and bouncing them off of each
other, then letting one slide out of her mouth while keeping the
other one inside.

Bethany pulls down on Eric’s sack with her
mouth, her lips wrapped around one of his balls while she continues
to jerk him off, the pressure intensified by the tension created
with her mouth pulling on his sack, making his foreskin that much
more tight, and therefore, sensitive.

Shortly after Eric shifts position to
relieve some of the discomfort—as wonderful as it is—Bethany takes
things a step further.

Working intently, completely focused on what
she’s doing, Bethany releases both his balls and his cock. As Eric
takes a moment to recover, she slips her hands under his legs, her
palms on his hamstrings, right below his butt, and pushes his legs
up, tilting his body back just enough to lift his ass off the couch
and make his asshole accessible to her.

Realizing where this is going and loving
every second of it, Eric tilts his body back even further and hooks
his arms under his knees, holding his legs in place, allowing
Bethany to concentrate all her energy on his asshole without having
to worry about keeping him in position.

Bethany doesn’t waste any time, touching the
tip of her tongue to Eric’s asshole. He takes a deep breath lets it
out slowly, trying to maintain his composure. Bethany sees him
struggling and flashes an evil grin, then starts going to work in
earnest.

Holding his ass open with her hands, Bethany
runs her tongue up from the bottom of his asshole to the base of
his balls, lapping at him like a kitten drinking milk.

She works his cock with her hand, jerking
him off while licking his asshole, her wet tongue soft and warm
against his anus. It’s filthy and perverted and disgusting and
incredibly awesome.

After getting his asshole nice and warmed
up, Bethany takes things even further. She makes her tongue rigid
and presses her face against Eric’s ass, forcing her tongue inside
his anus. She holds it there for a moment, not moving, before
flicking it around and then moving her head forward and back,
tongue-fucking his asshole.

Eric can barely handle it; it just feels too
good. He’s right on the verge of cumming, trying desperately to
hold on, hoping that more of the same is to come.

Bethany senses how close he is and slides
her tongue out of his asshole. She then gives him a moment to
recover, gently sucking on his balls for a short time while looking
up at him. Eric is staring down at her, mesmerized by her
nastiness.

She sees him watching and gives him a little
wink before going to work on his asshole once again. This time she
sticks her index finger into her mouth, lubing it up, then rubs the
outside of his asshole with it.

After rubbing around for a bit she sets the
tip of her finger directly on his asshole and pushes just a hair,
not enough for her finger to slip inside him, but pretty damn
close.

Eric’s breath is ragged now and his eyes
wide with excitement. He’s ready for her to penetrate his asshole
with her finger, waiting desperately for it , silently begging her
to do it.

Bethany knows this and milks it for all it’s
worth, pressing her finger forward just slightly, teasing him with
it, pushing just hard enough so she comes as close to penetrating
his asshole without actually doing so.

Then, after what seems like a century, her
finger finally breaks the seal, sliding into his asshole to the
knuckle.

Eric lets out a low, guttural groan,
eliciting a huge smile from Bethany. She doesn’t let up, however,
pushing her finger deeper inside his asshole before sliding it part
of the way back out.

She works his asshole slowly with her
finger, moving it back and forth, forcing it deeper and deeper
inside him with every thrust.

Bethany amplifies the sensation by wrapping
her lips around his cock and blowing him, slowly at first, but
quickly picking up speed with both her finger and mouth as though
they are connected.

The deeper Bethany takes his cock in her
mouth the deeper her finger penetrates his asshole, but it’s fine
with him, it feels so incredible that it doesn’t bother him in the
least. In fact, it’s one of the greatest sensations he’s ever
experienced. It feels so fucking great that he’s ready to
burst.

But Bethany’s not ready for that yet. She
senses how close Eric is to cumming and abruptly pulls her mouth
off his cock and her finger out of his asshole at the same
time.

He lets out a disappointed groan but doesn’t
have time to pout, as Bethany immediately hops to her feet and
spins around so her ass is facing him. She slides her body back,
lifting up her ass, then grabs ahold of his cock and holds it in
place as she drops her asshole straight onto it.

Bethany immediately starts bouncing on
Eric’s cock, taking it balls-deep into her asshole, engulfing it
completely as she rides him reverse-cowgirl, her perfect ass
slamming down onto him.

He rears back and smacks her on the ass,
first her left cheek, then her right. This just serves to send
Bethany into a frenzy, bouncing harder on his cock, slamming into
him as hard as she can.

Eric smacks her again, and again, and again,
each slap more aggressive than the last. The sound of flesh
smacking flesh fills the room along with the increasingly loud
groans and screams from Bethany.

After a good two minutes of Bethany riding
him, Eric can’t take it anymore. He needs to be in control, at
least for a little while, before he’s done.

He grabs Bethany by the waist, wrapping his
arms around her tiny hips, holding her in place against him, his
cock deep in her asshole. Then he climbs to his feet, lifting
Bethany up with him, keeping his cock inside her the whole
time.

Once he’s standing, he turns around and
drops Bethany onto the couch, still keeping his cock inside her.
She scrambles onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, and turns her
shoulders so she can look back at him while he fucks her.

Eric does so with reckless abandon, standing
above Bethany, her ass in the perfect position for him to fuck her
asshole from behind while standing.

Her ass is bright red from his earlier
smacking but Eric just can’t resist, so he starts slapping away at
it once again, until her skin is shining bright red.

Between Bethany’s screams and moans of
pleasure (with a little bit of discomfort mixed in there too) and
Eric’s grunts and groans of exertion and the sounds of his slapping
away at her ass, the room is loud enough that Eric can’t even hear
himself think.

Of course, he’s not thinking much at this
point, as the rational part of his brain has taken a back seat to
the animalistic frenzy of his more instinctual brain functions.

Eric is right at the point of cumming now,
maybe half a minute more and he’ll be ready to burst. So he stops
slapping Bethany’s ass and grabs ahold of her shoulders, yanking
her body back into his as he slams forward, allowing him to pummel
her asshole like never before.

Eric is giving Bethany everything he has,
his body hammering against hers, bottoming out so deep at the
tail-end of every thrust that he feels like his cock is going to
burst out of the front of her stomach like the baby alien in that
80’s movie.

For some sick reason this turns Eric on even
further, bringing him right to the point of no return. He slams his
cock into Bethany’s asshole a couple more times, holding deep
inside her every time, grinding his hips against her ass before
pulling away and slamming into her once again.

Finally he’s ready to cum.

Cursing under his breath, Eric pulls his
cock out of Bethany’s asshole and tells her that it’s time.

Bethany quickly spins around, sitting on the
couch so her head is at the same level as his cock. She takes his
hard cock in her mouth and starts blowing him, taking him all the
way down every time, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes leaking
tears even as they look up at him.

Bethany runs her hand under his groin and
roughly sticks her finger back into Eric’s asshole, working it
around in there while he slams his cock in and out of her
mouth.

He grabs the back of Bethany’s head with
both hands and holds it in place while he fucks her face, her
finger in his asshole matching the aggression of his cock slamming
into her throat.

And then he’s there.

Eric hammers his cock into Bethany’s mouth
one last time, holding it deep inside her, all the way down her
throat, his balls pressing up against her lips as his orgasm
arrives. She returns the favor by forcing her finger deep in his
asshole, past the second knuckle, and holding it there too,
mimicking his cock in her throat.

Eric lets out a gigantic shudder as his cock
shoots its bounty down Bethany’s throat, the sensation magnified
tenfold by the presence of her finger in his asshole.

Bethany takes his seed like a champ, not
gagging or coughing at all, even as his cum funnels down her throat
and into her stomach.

After he’s done cumming, Eric lets his cock
slide out of Bethany’s throat and she does the same, letting her
finger slip out of his asshole, the final act of mutual
degradation, at least for this evening. But based on the levels of
depravity they reached this time around, Eric has a feeling he’ll
be making a concerted effort to see Bethany again sooner rather
than later. And from the satisfied look on her face, he knows she
feels the same way.

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ANAL
FANTASY

Eric is in a bar filled with college
students, all of whom are at least 10 years younger than him.
Needless to say, he’s not getting any action whatsoever. Not a
single girl has looked in his direction all night. He’s like a fish
out of water. Maybe it’s his age, maybe it’s his look, maybe it’s
the way he holds himself, but whatever the cause, he’s not even
registering on anyone’s radar.

So he decides to just get drunk.

Sitting down at the far corner of the bar,
he orders a shot of Jack Daniels and a pitcher of Blue Moon from
the bartender, an attractive blonde wearing a white bikini who is
the only other person in the bar over the age of 25. She brings him
the drinks without pause, lingering on him for a moment before
getting called away by another thirsty patron.

He shoots the Jack and pours himself a glass
of beer. It isn’t long before Eric’s pitcher is empty. The
bartender comes back. She asks him what he wants. He tells her the
same as last time. She looks at him like he’s crazy and says she
hasn’t served him before.

Eric orders another shot of Jack and another
pitcher of Blue Moon, then shakes his head and laughs under his
breath. If the bartender doesn’t even remember taking his order
less than ten minutes ago, then this truly isn’t going to be his
night. He tells himself that he’ll finish these last drinks then
head back to his room and chalk his failure up to bad luck.

But after the bartender brings him the next
shot and pitcher, Eric suddenly realizes something. She didn’t
remember him because she wasn’t the same bartender that served him
previously.

Looking around, he realizes that there are
two women behind the bar, both hot blondes dressed exactly alike.
They appear to be spitting images of each other—both have long
blonde hair, cute, angular faces, big blue eyes, slim, shapely
figures, tanned skin and great asses—although at a closer glance,
they have a few subtle differences. One is a little taller and
thinner the other has bigger tits and slightly wider hips. But they
are so similar it is eerie. And no doubt deliberate.

Eric sighs. What he wouldn’t give to spend
the night with the pair of them. But, it all seems to be for
naught, as neither has paid any particular attention to him
yet.

So Eric drinks his second shot and dusts off
his second pitcher. He calls the bartender over to settle the
tab—it’s the one that served him first—and is prepared to go on his
way.

But to his surprise, the bartender asks why
he’s done for the night. He tells her this just isn’t his kind of
place. She replies by telling him that’s a good thing. He’s too
good for this place and these college kids.

All of a sudden Eric is looking at her in a
whole new light. He asks her what her name is. She tells him it’s
Nadia. And then she volunteers that her friend and fellow bartender
is Felecia. And then before Eric can say anything else she’s
telling him to stick around until the end of the night. When he
asks why she just gives him a wink and tells him that he won’t
regret it and walks away.

Thirty seconds later, Felecia brings Eric
another round. She’s more straightforward than her friend, and
explains to him that they rarely get many people in there as
well-dressed and handsome and sophisticated as him, and when they
do, they always try to take advantage. As long as he doesn’t mind
that she and Nadia come as a pair. 

Eric tells her that he doesn’t mind at all.
In fact, he prefers that sort of thing. Nadia smiles and walks away
to fill someone else’s order. Eric settles in and starts working on
his third pitcher. One more hour until last call. He can hardly
contain his excitement.