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She thought for a moment more, then asked, "So you need to clean me out?"
"Yes, that would be best if you didn't do it before you came. Less potential for a mess."
She got up and headed toward the bathroom, then stopped to wait for him, "I did, but I've never done it before. Come show me how."
He used the anal enema attachment in the shower on her. She had taken it better than he imagined she would, enthusiastically even. Though her reaction was humorous when she had looked at what was circling down the drain.
Coming back to the bed, he had positioned her in doggy, with her head and shoulders down flat on the bed. She was nervous, he could tell by the slight shaking of her legs, so he rubbed her lower back softly and explained every step of what he was doing as he lubed up her asshole.
She grimaced slightly when his finger penetrated her virgin ass, but relaxed until he put the second finger inside. By the time he had three fingers in her she was moving her ass back to meet them in a slight rocking motion.
After lubing her ass and his cock, he shifted closer and pulled her left cheek to the side. Ellie held her breath when she felt his cockhead press against her anus.
"Let it out," he told her, then pushed harder. She did, and she turned her face into the sheets. He pushed harder, then backed off for a second to let her relax before reapplying the pressure. A little bit more of him spread her ass and she breathed in harshly and he saw her ribcage expand. He backed off again.
"That's it baby, slow and easy. Push back on my cock when you feel the pressure now and then relax and it'll slip right in.
He went back at her again, and Ellie followed his instruction. To her it felt as if there were a baseball bat trying to gain entrance to her ass. She held her breath and pushed back on his cock with her anal muscles and then let out the breath and relaxed. She could feel the head of Randy's cock as it pushed her anal ring apart and Ellie gritted her teeth and gripped the sheet tightly as the sensation threatened to overcome her. Then for just a second all sensation ceased, and she felt as if she might pass out. The black-out feeling passed and the full impact of his cock in her ass came rushing in on her as her body burned in a frenzy of released desire. She moaned into the bed as another inch of him push deeper.
As the inches piled up inside her ass, Ellie sensed that she was going to cum from this, that feeling she had a while ago of build-up, of accumulation. The fire was raging. And then he started to fuck her.
"Ahhh, un-huhhh," she moaned, still with two handfuls of white cotton. It was almost too much as he was steadily rocking her ass with his cock. For a moment, the question came to her, "I wonder how much he has in me?" and then she involuntarily moaned again, and it was lost in the sea of endorphins.
If she could have looked down on them from above, she would have seen her bubble butt being split and visibly widened by his cock and that he was just past halfway inside her with each stroke. Randy started to massage her ass with both hands as he maintained pace and watched her body respond.
Ellie moaned again, a little prolonged this time and he stopped with seven of his inches inside and dropped his hands. Instantly Ellie raised her head, looking straight ahead, and began to shake her ass from side to side on his dick, an edgy little giggle escaping from her.
"Fuck my ass," she gasped.
Emboldened, Randy felt a cold chill run down his spine. He reached for the lube to apply some to the remainder of his cock as Ellie had put her head and shoulders flat again. When he turned back to her after depositing the lube off to the side, she had her hands wrist over wrist at the small of her back.
'Just like mama,' he thought as he accepted the invitation, intended or not, and clamped his hands on her wrists, sinking his cock completely inside her asshole.
"Ooooooooo," Ellie groaned as each inch invaded her and her hips collapsed to the mattress. He went to work on her ass then, intent that she should feel every bit of his cock as he sodomized her. Her ass and back moved as a wave with each stroke and she buried her face deep into the sheets.
"Oohhh, gooddd, oohhh yeesss," she moaned pleadingly and his cock fluttered.
"Unhhhh, ahhhhh, unnhhuunlll," her moaning increased in ferocity.
Ellie knew she was almost there and then somewhere in her delirium she felt his balls bang against her clit. The feeling lit the match to her orgasm and her ass clamped down on his cock, sending his seed firing off inside her and he roared in release. The feel of him cumming doubled down on her own climax and it sent her spinning off into a moaning, squirming, sweaty mass that rooted in the sheets to the tune of his cock.
Randy released her wrists and then collapsed on top of her, his body conformed to her backside. After a respite, he realized he was too heavy to be lying on her and slid off to the side. They both were still panting slightly, Ellie still moaning occasionally. Randy sat up and looked at the gape he had made. Thick, white cum was slowly dripping from the almost perfect ellipse of her shiny brown asshole.
He spanked her lightly on her bubble butt, "So how was your first anal?"
Smiling, she rolled to her side and replied, "I came, so it was good for me. A little tight with your size, but it was great, I guess. It's hard to say really because I have nothing to compare it too. Except the orgasm part, that was really good. I'm happy I came with you in my ass."
"Why'd you put your hands behind your back?"
Ellie looked at the sheets in thought, then shrugged and turned her smile back to him, "I don't know. It just seemed like something I should do in the moment. Was that bad?"
Randy slowly shook his head with a silly grin and lay back down, "Oh no, it definitely wasn't bad. It made my cock harder."
"Oh, is that what that was?" she smirked. She lay her head on his chest and began to stroke his stomach and he wrapped her shoulders in his arms.
After a few minutes of silence, he asked her, "So how are you feeling about all this? Any regrets?"
As they lay entwined in the aftermath of their fucking, Ellie asserted herself. She sat up to look down into his face "I feel freshly fucked and amazing and I regret nothing. I want to spend the rest of the night here with you. Not necessarily to have sex anymore, I just want to be close to you. To have you hold me while I sleep."
Randy did not offer any comment or rebuttal as he rubbed her round ass, "Text your mom and tell her what you have decided you want to do. Make sure to mention it is your decision."
Without hesitation, she got up and nakedly rushed off to get her phone from the living room. He smiled in satisfaction as he watched her luscious ass quickly depart the bedroom and got up to await her return.
When she came back, she set the phone on the nightstand and looked up at him, naked and beautiful in the dim light.
"Come here, I want to show you something," and when she did, he continued. "Hands behind your back." She complied and he gathered her thick blonde hair together in a fist at the very top of her head. He shook her head hard enough to make her tits shake. "Now, on your knees," and she knelt naked in front of a full-length mirror, her thighs slightly parted.
Ellie saw the reflection of them both. Her minimal makeup was smudged, her hair wild and tangled, her tanned body flushed, and her eyes were alive and dancing like stars on the water. Her boobs were like ripe melons and sat proud on her chest, the nipples hard and erect. Between her spread legs she could barely see the lips of her pussy and clit and as she did it twitched, and she let out a muted gasp. And then she saw his cock, still hard and pointed up, his balls hanging under it.
"Let me introduce you to the real Ellie, who tonight began her journey to sexual freedom. The freedom to choose, the freedom to be independent, the freedom to give control to who she desires." As Randy spoke, a smile involuntarily creased her face and her eyes smiled with it.
Without command, she turned on her knees, her hair still held by his hand and started to suck his cock again. She used her hands and fondled his nuts gently. She got more of him down her throat this time, still with the occasional retch, but gradually better. It took less than five minutes of her sucking for Randy to groan and buck as he shot off in her willing mouth. She held his cock there, halfway in, sucking on it still as white jism oozed out between his wide shaft and her lips. She swallowed what she could, and the rest slowly ran down her chin and dappled her tits.
When he had collected himself, Randy spoke again. "Now, turn to the mirror again Ellie."
She complied and smiled lewdly at the sight of his cum on her body. Without conscious thought or direction, she brought up a hand to wipe her tits off and then licked her fingers clean. She was surprised at herself, but found she enjoyed the taste of him.
Ellie rose and placed both arms around his neck, elbows straight and hands clasped behind his head. Her body was tight to his and he could feel the warmth of it as she told him, "If I had known that sex would be this good I would have let go a time ago."
"You would have huh?"
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Yep."
"You know that it's not always good, right?"
"Oh yeah, I've had my share of not good."
They did not fuck again that night, but cuddled silently until Ellie fell asleep. Randy disentangled himself from her embrace and slipped from the bed sometime after three. He had a video to edit before the next day dawned.
As he sat at the computer and worked, smoking a cigarette, he thought of how neither daughter had the la petite mort that Hannah did. He shook his head.
He was certain of one thing though, as he finished up his work. Just as he had told her, Ellie was indeed born to fuck. She had been born with the physical assets for it and he had just started to tap the surface of her aptitude for it. He hoped he would get a chance to show her the rest of it soon.
He finished just after five and crawled back to bed. Ellie rolled over, still asleep and her top leg and arm encased him.
When morning arrived, they stripped the bed and changed the sheets, then showered together, softly washing the remains of the night away.
He made Denver omelets and served them with orange juice as they ate at the dining room table in two plush bathrobes he had purchased for himself. She was beautiful, all fresh and scrubbed, her wet hair pinned up, his white robe emphasizing her tan. Ellie was cheerful, like a weight had been lifted, a mission accomplished, a decision made. But they did not discuss their evening together, instead the conversation was of her education and goal to become a television news anchor.
Finished with the meal, he sent her off to dress, telling her he had laid out a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt that she could wear and keep if she did not want to put the bathing suit back on. Randy busied himself with preparing for Hannah's arrival.
When Ellie returned, she carried her clothes and phone from the bedroom, wearing his shorts and t-shirt. Her chest filled one of his old Alabama football t-shirts to bursting. She had torn the collar about four inches right in the front center and the split was stretched and threatening to tear further. It was a sight to behold.
She sidled up to him, a twinkle in her eye, the phone out. With a hip cocked sideways, she informed him, "I want your cell number."
Randy was amused, "Not 'can I have,' not 'will you give me.' Just, 'I want.' Interesting."
"Yeah, yeah, I see that smirk, now give up the digits." and her thumbs twitched over the phone. She already had his first name typed into her contacts and had filled in "Polla Grande" for a last name. 'Big dick' in Spanish.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I want to see you again and explore that other room with you some more."
He nodded in understanding and triumph, gave out the number, and then told her the rule, "Only texts, no calls."
"Okay, I'm good with that."
He knew in that moment that he would certainly see her again, but before he could continue the thought, a horn blared from the driveway. Her mother had arrived.
*
Part IV - Sunday morning - Hannah
Hannah and her youngest daughter, Ellie, passed each other on the driveway as Randy watched from the front door of his house. The mother had arrived in a taxi, but the daughter was taking the car back to their rented house.
She stopped to kiss her mom on the cheek and wish her good luck.
Hannah called after her, "Don't forget, be back at eleven!" and Ellie waved her understanding, beaming brightly as she left.
Hannah watched her go and turned to Randy, "She seems happy. How'd she do?"
The man turned and led her inside, answering her question as he headed toward the kitchen, "Well, that one," and he jerked his thumb toward the door, "just asked for my cell number. She wants to see me again." He turned to look at the mom in satisfaction.
"She's grown."
"Yeah, she is, though she doesn't realize it and maybe you don't realize how much. Now the other one," and he paused, "not so well. She couldn't take my cock, though I give her credit, she didn't stop trying. Strange thing is Mina has more experience, must've been with puny dicked frat boys."
Hannah made a face. "I know, she told me. She does like the frats. You couldn't fuck her at all?"
Randy went to the refrigerator and got a can of Mt. Dew. "I got half my dick in her. That was it. But like I said, she did keep trying." He took a drink of the soda and continued, "That wasn't the only difference either. Neither of them had the 'la petite mort' like you do. So y'all ain't completely alike."
"Really? That's interesting. But then, I've only experienced it with you." She thought for a moment and then dismissed it. "Well, like I said. We have no secrets, but they have their own lives and I let them live them," and she put her purse on the counter and walked down to the living room.
"How have you been since you left here Hannah?" he asked her.
"I've been dealing with mounting horniness, thinking about you lying around here rutting my girls." She had on a strapless sarong dress of white, blue, and orange paired with flats. It flowed with her body as she moved and she turned toward him and tongued her incisors.
Randy walked closer to her, still holding the drink, and she flirted and flaunted herself, but he silently played hard to get for the moment.
When she realized he wasn't responding she laughed, "You ass." But he just stood there, hands at his side, one holding the drink, and waited, occasionally taking another swallow.
It evolved into a stare down that lasted until he had finished the drink, crushed the can, and tossed it toward the trash can by the steps. He missed.
Finally, he saw recognition crease Hannah's face and she cocked her head, smiled, and dropped to her knees with her hands behind her back before him.
"Ah, you finally remembered. Once a whore, always a whore," and he dropped his shorts, stepped out of them and his Crocs and walked his hard pecker over to her waiting mouth.
Without using her hands, Hannah rose on her knees, took him in fully and begun the ritual that began years ago. She worked his cock in by increments, slobbering on it as she did. When she had most of the shaft lubed with her saliva, she took him to the root and held it there until she had stripped the dress down her body, across her hips and it lay on the floor around her knees. It was only then, according to the precedent established back then, that she could back off his cock and attempt to reacquire air.
Randy did not give her much respite, as he grabbed her by the back of the head and guided her back onto his dick in mid-breath and skull-fucked her as she retched. As with the eldest daughter, thin, bubbly strings of saliva and mucus dribbled from her mouth every time he allowed her to back off his cock and they fell to the floor onto her dress. By the time he decided she was ready, the dress was soaked.
He grabbed her by the neck and brought her up from the floor, a carnal smile on her face and she whispered to him, "Fuck me," as she stepped out of the soiled dress.
He took her to the couch and bent her over the back of it, her 34Ds hanging from her chest tantalizingly. As he took off his shirt, he spread her legs with his feet and put two fingers into her pussy. It was dripping with her juice and he coated his fingers with it.
Heather was in heat. She wanted him inside her badly. Since the moment she had spotted him at the restaurant, the one thing at the back of her mind was his cock in her ass. The thought had overridden every other consideration of the last 36 hours. It had been her favorite thing about their time together and she had rather have him in her ass than her pussy, but she never told him that. And now she was about to get it again after twenty-something years.
That was emphasized when Randy inserted both fingers in her asshole and worked her own juices into it. She moaned with desire and heard him spit in his hand to lube his cock.
"Oh Randy, please hurry, it's been so long."
She did not notice when he took the remote from the end table and started the 75" HD TV, a black screen coming up.
She did notice when he pressed the head of his cock into her and after a moment her muscles gave way and her ass swallowed it, and she moaned more. But then he stopped.
"Hands," she heard him growl.
"Oh god," she moaned, knowing what he meant. She put her hands straight back behind her and they grasped each other's wrists tightly as he moved his hips closer to her pert 44-year-old ass, going deeper into her. The feel of his cock slipping inside her brought a tremble that overtook body. When his pelvis smacked against her butt and he was fully in, he held it there for a moment.
"Watch the show," he growled again.
'Show? What show?' and the television started to play.
"Oh my godddd," and Randy began to use the leverage from their linked wrists to pound her ass. She was so short that her feet came off the floor and dangled as he nailed her.
"Oh goddd, fuk meee!"
The screen was split, Mina on the left, Ellie on the right. Each of them was in the midst of being ass fucked. Hannah's brain attempted to process the images, but was being ravaged by hormones at that moment and the baser side of the video was all that mattered. They were taking it in the ass, she was taking it in the ass.
"Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," was all Hannah could manage as each stroke forced air from her lungs. Somewhere in the growing fog of her mind, a small part recognized her daughters getting their brains fucked out, but currently, all that really mattered was that her ass was being screwed and she loved it.
Randy watched as her asshole clung to his cock while he fucked her into oblivion. It always amazed him how her rear entry never seemed to want to let go of his cock.
He hammered her for almost ten minutes before her legs spasmed and her body started to shake. She was no longer watching her daughters as her head dropped limp and she gasped loudly and was gone. The Little Death, la petite mort, had arrived again.
Randy removed his dick from her ass and watched the vaginal lubricant drip from her pussy, her asshole gaping and convulsing just above it. He went and lit a cigarette as he waited for her to return to the land of the living.
When she had regained her senses, she rolled over and slid off the back of the couch to the floor on her ass.
"Wow," and she smiled at him. "Can I have one of those?"
Randy shook his head and went to her with the pack and lighter.
