P03E20

I laid down on my back, and Marcy came off the machine. Howard told her to straddle me. She only lubricated slightly before reaching for my cock and guiding it towards her arsehole as her body descended on me.

Driving into it wasn’t a smooth and gentle entry like a pussy. The walls of her bowel felt hooky, rough, and narrow, as if they were giving room to my dick with much more **** than her slit. Still the weight of her body coming down pressed it deeper and deeper inside. Her face looked twisted as she stuffed herself with more and more of my penis flesh, taking it in inch by inch by inch.

Finally, her buttocks reached my loins and she sat down on me, my dick buried in her to the hilt. My cock was rock hard, but still I felt the full weight of having fucked all week almost non-stop, and the motion of thrusting myself felt like a realm where I couldn’t go right now. But of course, Howard realized that. He simply told Marcy to provide the motion, and her body started to perform the ride on me, raising her ass up from my body for six inches before barging down on it again.

“You can’t be serious! “ Dave said. “You can’t expect her to head for assgasm when she is choosing her own rhythm like that, can you? “

“That’s very unlikely indeed, “Howard admitted. “For now, it is more important that Jason gets comfortable inside her, so he can appreciate the pleasure of anal sex. Is that working yet, my dear nephew? “

“It is. I think I like this assfucking thing. I still feel knackered after the long week of fucking Heather, but Marcy’s ride is even soothing to that. Her sphincter takes my cock in an iron grip, but it is only slightly uncomfortable and mostly invigorating. It makes me arouse in a very balanced way, and my dick has no trouble staying potent. In fact, I think I could be seduced into shooting inside her, if she keeps this up for a while. “

“Yeah, why don’t we make that happen. Fuck him harder, “ Howard commanded Marcy, “make sure that it really makes your ass hurt. Ride him so that his spunk launches into your bowels!”

Howard's glance on Marcy suggested that he wouldn’t allow any slack in obedience, and she increased her riding speed even further, driving my cock with all the vigor of her thighs. I closed my eyes to feel the rage of her fuck even better.

Dave had respect for the fact that I had to cope with something else right now, and turned to Howard: “So how many thrusts do you deliver these days? “

“Oh, that has dwindled so much over the years! As a young man, I usually did a few thousand… but I don’t think it is more than five hundred now, on average. There are many days that I don’t even fuck Marcy at all. “

“So would you believe…” He picked up a piece of paper, and read it, “that your nephew did over 25k on monday? That’s truly impressive. “

“What do you mean?” I said, “How do you know that?”

“Your achievements were recorded by a simple counting device. These are the results. “ He showed me the paper. “Look, here. Monday was your best day, 25,617 thrusts. Just think of it. That’s an equivalent of seven hours of 1-Hertz fucking. Magnificent stuff. Your worst day was wednesday, a mere 14k… though I still think that is fucking awesome. Over the week, you delivered over 65k thrusts to my wife’s slit. That is an amazing accomplishment, I congratulate you with it and want to thank you on behalf of my wife for giving her this fucking fantastic training. “

“Thank you. “

“So tell me, after a week like that, do you still think you will succeed in shooting on your first ass ride? “

I had started adding my panting to Marcy’s moaning, and had trouble speaking: “ I think… I can… It will just… Take a little longer. “

Howard laughed: “Oh, I don’t think Marcy has any objections to that. The longer it takes and the harder it goes, the deeper she can dive into unbounded lust.”

Dave agreed: “An assfuck has a certain magic to it. You can plug her butt all day, but it’s just not the same thing. “

Howard asked: “Would you mind if I looked at Heather’s stats?”

Dave generously passed him the documentlist, and snapped his fingers to his wife: “A blow job for our host, While he examines your performance. “

She shuffled forward on all fours towards Howard’s, and sucked up his dick.

Howard picked up the list and read out: “94 individual orgasms, and three storms… She certainly took an ordeal!”

“Nice, isn’t it? She’ll be sore for a week, at least!”

He leaned forward and squeezed one of Heather’s raised buttocks with a full hand: “ I’m very proud of you, slut wife. That is an amazing amount of releases. I told Jason up front that he should strive for a dozen a day, but you have well surpassed that! “

She let go of Howard’s cock just long enough to reply a muffled: “ I am glad that I have pleased you, sir, “ then gobbled it up again.

Howard said: “ Damn, that is one fine job your wife blows there, Dave! She has much more saliva than Marcy, that gives it such a nice sloppy touch. The drool on my belly and hips makes it feel so much more genuine. “

“Oh yes. I taught her not to swallow, she is to lose all her saliva outside her mouth.”

“When she’s blowing, you mean? “

“Not only then. Whenever she is horny. And she is horny for many long hours every day.”

“Oh really? That means it drives down her own chin, into her neck, on her boobs? “

“Oh yes. When we are at home, she always looks like that. Did you ever notice the way light reflects in fresh saliva on skin? It is unlike water, or oil, or anything else… It makes her glisten all over, as if there are a million little stars shining through the film of moist.“