It may be cliché to say, but Annie’s ass jiggles like jelly. There’s really nothing cliché about Annie’s ass. It’s not what anyone expects, once she gets it moving like she does.
Often it’s what she wears that sets it off, the bouncy little thing. Mostly halter tops with short skirts that people want to reach under. The way they hang so low on her hips you can see the dimples on the smooth soft skin flanking her crack right above. Sometimes they’re stiff denim, other times a flimsy fabric you can see right through, along as the light’s behind her. Annie seldom wears panties underneath, except for sometimes a dark thong under the sheer ones, just for the visual. It’s the accessibility thing. She likes that sense of accessibility.
When she bends over in those short things, you can see right up there. Right up her skirt. She won’t shave down there and she’s proud of it. “Why call it a pussy if it’s not fuzzy?” she says. Anyone can feel it if they want; Annie won’t mind. After all, that’s why she’s there. Often Annie climaxes the first few times just from peoples’ fingers; that’s why she bends over in the first place, so someone will feel her up. Sometimes she wears assless chaps.
Annie knows what her ass does to men. The round buttocks make ’em crazy. If she just let anyone do it to her like they’d like, she’d be taking it up there all the time. What an ass she’s got. The way she carries the thing around behind her; how it bounces and quivers with each step. Why won’t she let me put my dick in? One time when I was having her from behind she let me do it with my finger.
She’s got the wavy, dark hair to go with the dark features, eyebrows and long lashes. Pretty face with dimples to boot. The way a cock distorts those dimples, they just morph into hollowed cheeks. What a cocksucker. But why not up her ass? It’s not like she’s virgin back there. Her fucking self-centered husband fucks her there. She lets other guys in her cunt if they ask, and she’ll suck off just about anyone in the place. But no ass. I’ve seen guys beg her and I’ve done some begging myself, but no go.
“Not in my poo-poo,” she says, grinning with one hand craned behind her, coverng her butt. The other hand will shake a finger at the wishful sodomist. “You’re too big for that,” she’ll say with a giggle. She does it so the guy doesn’t feel too bad about getting refused. Annie’s a real thoughtful girl and if she likes the guy, she’ll still blow him, or have him fuck her silly.
I suspect her jerkoff husband can’t keep up with her. That’s why he brings her.
Annie’s ass is fully rounded out. Looks like someone’s been pumping it up. Nice, deep divide with just a dusting of a few fine hairs in the rosy flesh between. There’s a subtle concave depression on the outside of each cheek, further accentuating the protrusion of her. I could flip a derby and have it land on her ass, like it’s a shelf. Sometimes when she’s got her ass way up in the air, I do something like that for effect. Everybody watching gets a kick out of what her bum looks like wearing a hat.
That one time I spit on my finger and slipped it in. Boy, I’ll tell you it’s like velvet in there. Once you get past the hard sphincter, all velvet inside. I can just imagine how all that smooth would feel all lubed and caressing my dick, the tight ring of her entrance pinching me so. But she always says no, “No cocks in the poo-poo!”
“Too thick, you are,” she’ll say. “Plus, I’m married- we do have vows, you know.”
Her husband fucks her ass with that skinny dick of his. Every week. Pencil dick mother fucker. I guess he saw me with my finger in his wife that one time, so he took to bringing her with something already shoved up there. Butt plugs. One week a clear glass one, one where you could see her living red insides right through it as her buttocks twitched in front of me. Lately he’s been bringing her penetrated with some sort of thing that buzzes. There’s a remote that he keeps with him. I must admit there’s a thrill to what happens when he sets it off when I’m in her, whether in her mouth or cunt. He says it’s for everybody’s enjoyment, but I know it’s just because he doesn’t want anything up there that he hasn’t put in. I know how guys like him think. Nothing but themselves. Selfish bastard, he is.
At all the gatherings, he waits until everybody who’s going to has had at least one turn. After prying out whatever’s in her, he’ll align his thumbs between her cheeks and wrench them apart to expose the rosy plane between. She’ll be stretched flat, his cock poking through her dick-starved pucker, right in the center of the mauve for everyone to see. It shows everybody that her ass is his and his alone. What a prick he is. Bastard just rubs it in our faces, right in front of the rest of us.
Annie’ll be all sexy looking, all sticky with the jizz guys have squirted between her tits and in her hair, lipstick all around her cunt if there’s another women there. But then, when everybody’s drooling over his wife, he just goes on to fuck the shit out of her back there. He gets right behind her and slides the long skinny thing in and out with everybody watching. Her damp flesh ripples and shimmies as he slams his pelvis into her, laughing and slapping her come-splashed buttocks back and forth to get the most from the side-to-side action. Her orgasmic moans override everything else going on in the room. Look at her go.
Could this guy be any more self-centered?
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Bio: Daddy X always wanted to be a dirty old man.
He’s survived the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, and George W. Bush. He maintained good humor throughout Catholic school, a paper route, muskrat trapping, a steel mill, Bucks County, Haight Ashbury, North Beach, Castro Street, the Mendocino Coast, the SF bar business, drug addiction, alcoholism, a stroke, Hep C, cancer, a liver transplant, a year of interferon, a stickup at his ancient art gallery while tied to a desk (not as cool as it sounds), a triple bypass, and George W. Bush.
Now he’s old, and it’s time to get dirty.
He’s been with Momma X (greatest editor on earth) for fifty years, but she thinks his stuff is too skievy to deal with. They live in northern California with an epileptic 90 lb lop-eared hound (17″ wingspan) and two cats. They raise little green girls to medicinal maturity each and every year.