Ass fucked

Kari was hot. Not playboy hot, but attractive nonetheless in a natural, wholesome kind of way. She wasn’t one to dress up. In fact, she’d often come to class in nothing more than sweatpants and a t-shirt. If I was lucky though, she would wear shorts And I’d get a view of her perfect, well muscled legs. She never wore makeup, but her skin was always flawless. She had a deep tanned skin tone that was an indicator of her half-oriental background and drove me crazy. Her dark hair was often tied back in a ponytail, but usual just flowed freely down to her shoulders. I always wondered what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around me and often I would find myself staring at them for longer periods of time than I should have. I knew she had a boyfriend, however, and never made a move. I always figured that I wasn’t her type anyway, so I was happy enough to remain friends. Until last Friday.

I was sitting in the crowded lecture theater waiting for class to begin, when Kari came in and sat down beside me. I turned to make some small talk, but after seeing the stern, angry look on her face I decided against it. As sweet as she could be, Kari had a bit of a temper, and I did not want to be on the losing end of that deal. I stared at her legs as she roughly pulled a book from her back pack. Her hair looked to be a little damp, so I figured she had just been at the gym and had taken a shower before class.

“Why are men such assholes?” She asked suddenly.

I smirked to myself.

“Trouble at home?” I asked, uninterested.

“That son of a bitch was out until 4am last night! And then he comes home all drunk and wants to fuck! Can you believe that?”

I looked around nervously. Kari’s voice was rising every second.

This is what she will see: A three pack of butt plugs, small, medium, and large. All are clear red rubber and I can’t wait to see them in my wife’s ass. Next she mentioned she wanted to try a double penetration vibrator, so I got her one. The pussy shaft is shaped like a cock, about 7 inches long and 1-¼ inches wide. The anal shaft is cone shaped tiny at first and widens down the shaft with little round ribs dividing the segments. It’s going to be so fucking hot to play with it. It’s waterproof so we can use it in the shower. Finally I got something for myself; it’s an imitation vagina that requires lube. I think she will have fun stroking my cock with it and I’m pretty excited to let her.

This is how I hope the delivery day plays out: She probably won’t call and tell me she has received them. She’ll think I won’t know until I come home. She’ll most likely start planning something big for me that night when I arrive from work. I’ll be checking the tracking number and will know that she received the toys, but won’t let on by calling and asking.

The anticipation of me coming home and playing with her with our new toys will drive her crazy all day. She’ll be wet from the moment she starts pulling them out of the box and for the remainder of the day. She’ll probably grind her hands in her crotch as she watches her soap in the afternoon and forced to change her panties after.

The girl looked up quickly and turned slightly away, hands defensively covering her middle. She needn’t have bothered. I had always liked curvy girls and when I had come around the corner of the narrow overgrown trail that led down the hillside to the secluded beach I had stopped to admire her.

For a couple of minutes at least I had feasted my eyes on her. Like me she looked about eighteen or nineteen, blonde hair and pale freckly skin, bulging curves under a too tight one piece blue swimsuit. She was lying on her stomach when I rounded the corner. One side of the bottom of her suit had ridden up the left cheek of her ass. It was vast and white, wet from swimming like her thick long curly hair and lightly goose-pimpled from the breeze. Then she sat up, faced away from me still. She had untied her top to get the most sun on her back she could and as she pulled it up I could see the side of one firm but pendulous breast, nipple hard and puffy in the open air.

My heart was in my throat and I took a moment to collect myself before my greeting.

I walked forward past her to the water, pretending not to notice the way she was futilely trying to cover her ample charms. She was a big girl with thick thighs, bulging tummy and a wide pale back.

Her eyes were suspicious in her pretty freckled plump face. “Is this your beach? I’ll leave.”

“Please don’t. Its not mine, I don’t think its anybody’s. I didn’t know anybody even knew about it but me.” I crouched by the water’s edge and smile reassuringly back over my shoulder at her.

She seemed to relax slightly. She was sensitive about her weight, I could tell. She’d probably been teased a lot and an empty beach at the bottom of a hidden trail would be appealing to her.

“I don’t want to intrude. My family’s had a cabin by this lake for years, I’ve been coming to this beach since I was a kid.” I picked up a flat rock and skipped it across the water. “Its nice isn’t it.”

I smiled at her again and she tentatively smiled back. “I’m Sharon.”

The fan, set on high, pierced her with what seemed to be cool air. The fact was, however, that she was sticky with sweat; her long, dark brown hair clung feverishly to her forehead in curls that were not usually there.

It was an unusually warm day, even for June. Naminay despised the heat, and in an effort to cool down her basement suite, all of the windows were open. Her black cat, Samantha, lay in a lazy heap on the mattress in the corner of the room.

Nam flopped onto the couch with a Diet Pepsi and turned on the television. She had recently graduated from college and quit her job at Starbucks. She didn’t really fit in there anyway– she hated having to keep her makeup to a minimum in an effort to be just another corporate clone that slaved for the rich.

For a few minutes, the 22-year-old flipped distractedly through the channels, searching for anything to occupy her mind. She needed to think of something other than the heat.

Finally she jumped off the couch, licking her lips which were swollen from the heat. She tore off her white tank top and her baggy black pants and threw them in the corner, leaving only a lacy black D-sized bra, black boy-styled briefs, and a cross-laden silver necklace in their stead.

“That’s better,” She sighed, throwing a quick and pitying glance over at Samantha. The poor thing wouldn’t be able to shed her clothes…

***

He was standing outside of her window, holding a hose and spraying the flowers. His mouth opened in surprise as he watched Naminay dispose of her outfit, and he felt himself blush just a little.

I saw James from across the room at the other side of the party. He was truely the most gorgeous guy from our high school. At 6′1″ and 170 pounds he had an amazing body that was muscular from weight lifting. His deep blue eyes and soft blond hair he wore in spikes caught every girls attention. I was the envy of every girl in school. I was 5′9″ and only 120 pounds with a tight body from years of gymnastics that he adored. I had perky, b-cup breasts, bright green eyes and light brown hair. It didn’t take much for me to catch a guys attention. I decided to go talk to him for a while. When I caught up to him he told me he was going to run to the store to pick up some Smirnoff for me. Untill then, I told him I’d wait for him on the couch.

I hit a snag on the way to the couch. My ex-boyfriend, Kevin, grabbed my arm. He told me he needed to talk. I had cared for Kevin for a long time. He was 5′11″, 150 pounds, with brown hair and eyes. He wasn’t as gorgeous as James, but he was always sweet. So I decided to hear him out for a minute. It was loud at the party so he pulled me into a bedroom. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d locked the door. As I sat on the bed he offered me a glass of punch. I accepted it and began to drink it. I asked him what was wrong he he calmly replied “Nothing.”