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“Oh, my god, Brynn, dinner was fantastic…my favorites!” sighed a satisfied Hector as he hugged his lovely wife from behind as she rinsed the dinner dishes. “The carnitas (slow-roasted/pulled pork) served with Mexican rice, refried beans, guacamole, and tortillas were…like the way my mom makes them. In fact, if I closed my eyes, I would have thought I was eating dinner at her kitchen table. Yummy…”
Pressing herself against the rather muscular body of her husband of a year, Brynn admitted, “I hope you appreciate it that while you were out fishing and carousing with the boys, I was imploring your mother to teach me how to cook some of your favorite dishes, my spoiled Chicano lover.
“At first she was reluctant. I mean, I would be too. Here’s this ‘gringo’ young woman who has stolen her eldest son away…and doesn’t know how to cook the simplest of Mexican dishes. However, in the end, it was our shared love for you, you spoiled brat… and her knowing that I shamelessly cater to making you happy, that made her give into my request.
“But it wasn’t easy. Your mom knows so many recipes ranging from the simple to the complicated. In the end, we agreed to focus on your favorite dishes which were tonight’s dinner. But after that decision, it still wasn’t easy since your mom has no written recipe…and cooks by tasting and adjusting as she goes along. But in the end, I think I got it…”
“I’ll say you’ve got it,” whispered an amorous Hector as he lightly kissed the nape of Brynn’s neck and shoulders while slipping his hands skillfully under her loose midriff top to slowly fondle his wife’s small but enticing braless breasts. “You make me so damn horny, Itty (Brynn’s high school nickname derived from her itty-bitty titties)…God, I love feeling your little inverted nippies ‘pop’ when I gently roll, pinch, and tug on them…”
“Oh, Hoss (Hector’s nickname for being so well-hung),” mumbled Brynn as any dishwashing was forgotten as she pressed herself against her husband’s bulging manhood, “you know how sensitive my teeny-weeny nippies are. If you keep that up you’ll make me drench my panties…that is if I was wearing any. Right now, my pussy juices are beginning to trickle down my inner thighs.”
“What? No bra…no panties…has my Irish wife gone ‘commando’? What a shameless little fuck-slut I have married….it makes me want to…”
“Want to do what, my seemingly forever horny Chicano lover? Do you want me to spin around and drop to my knees before you so that I can give head to someone’s massive man-meat, and then suck you off? Or do you want me to stand facing you and let you lift a leg of mine so that you can fuck the hell out of my snug hot Irish twat? Or perhaps, a certain depraved Marine captain would like to have his innocent wife bend over and thrust her buns back so that he can ream her a new asshole?
“Why doesn’t it come as a surprise that my perverted husband would choose that last option? Ha! But not so fast, mister. There ain’t no way that this is going to be some fricking…what’s that military acronym….yeah, BOHICA…’Bend-Over, Here-It-Comes-Again.’ The last time you just crammed your big fleshy Bangalore torpedo between my buns, I saw stars and thought I would die…or at least end up in the hospital emergency room.”
“So, what do you have in mind, wife of mine? What do I have to do to put you in the mood for some booty banging…God, I love your buns…to firm and rounded…and these hips of yours…ummm, ummm?”
“Ummm, kissing me like that is a start…ummm…yeah. Oh, yes, and feeling me up too…ohhh…and stripping off my top… and my shorts too…so that I’m standing here in my birthday suit. Hey, wait, Hector, wait! Draw the damn curtains! What the hell? I don’t want to put on a pornographic show for our neighbors!
“Hey, wait a minute! Why am I the only one who is buck naked in our kitchen? Let’s get you out of those clothes before we go any further. Hmmm, I love to run my fingers over your buff chest and arms. And, oh yeah, no matter how many times I’ve seen and sampled this beautiful manhood of yours, you make my mouth water. Ummm, makes me want to drop to my knees and suck some dick like the cheap ‘puta’ (Mexican for whore) that I’ve become. But…no…wait…you’re supposed to be turning me on…not me turning you on.”
Taking Brynn into his arms, Hector passionately until she melted in his embrace, molding her nakedness against his. When a moan of utter satisfaction escaped her lips, Hector gradually dropped his head, letting his lips blaze a lazy molten path down her exposed neck and upper chest to the gentle mounds of her small breasts. His rasping tongue swirled slowly around her puffy areolas before inhaling these delicious delicate nipple morsels into the vortex of his mouth.
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Brynn as her sensitive inverted nipples jutted rigidly from their fleshy tit slits, “My nippies are so hard and achy! You’re making my pussy juices dribble from my swollen hairless pussy.
Hector quickly dropped to his knees and lifting one of Brynn’s long legs, draped it over his shoulder before plunging his face between her inner thighs. “Oh, fuck! That feels so goddamn great! Lick and suck my puffy hairless cunt lips, Hoss…oh, yeah…just like that! Oooh, how I love it when your stiff tongue plows my hot wet slit…oh, oh, oh…swirling around my stiff love nub.
“Shit! Just cram and pump a finger into my twat! What an eye-opener? Can you hear my squishy pussy juices being churned by your pumping finger? Oh, fuck, oh, fuck! Is that another finger? Damn it, Hoss, you’re going to make your Itty cum really soon…don’t stop…don’t you dare stop! Faster, you bastard…oh fuck…I’m cumming, you are fucking bastard. Arrghh! Arrgghhh!! Arrggghhh!!!”
Hector grabbed his wife’s spongy buns and pulled her to him and thrust his face between her inner thighs as she bucked in the throes of her violent climax, humping his face wildly. When Brynn was reduced to a quivering mass of succulent flesh, he quickly spun her around so that she was bent over the sink. Yanking her hips back to his, Hector let dark flanged head slide down the crack of her delicious buns until it nudged the brown pucker of her anus. Without hesitation, Hector anally took his wife, slowly but surely pressing into her asshole.
A pitiful child-like cry escaped Brynn’s exposed throat as her back arched and she threw back her head when Hector pushed once again to breach her spasming sphincter ring. Brynn groaned breathlessly, “It’s a good thing…I knew you would want to… butt-fuck me…and took the time to give myself an enema…and lube my ass really good… before you came home.
“But, God, baby…you’re so goddamn huge…oh, honey, you are stretching and filling me up,” Brynn panted hotly. “But…ooh damn…you feel so fucking good! Ooh, yeah, Hoss, you are the only guy whom I have let butt-fuck me. Give it to me, honey! Fuck my ass good!”
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When Brynn realized what she had just uttered, she had to gasp in surprise at how far she had come. It hadn’t always been like this where she willingly took her husband’s monster repeatedly between her buns and actually enjoyed the feeling of her asshole being slowly and tightly stretched around the girth of her lover’s huge cock. Before Brynn had married Hector, she had been a confirmed anal virgin who got squeamish when her behind was touched during sex.
Yet, it was natural and a matter of time before Hector discovered in his exploration of his new wife’s fascinating sensual body, her anus’ incredible sensitivity and untapped potential that lay between her creamy buns.
“What is it about you, Brynn, that has changed from the first time we met? Your deliciously tempting body…God, I can’t resist you…is subtly different…more alluring…”
“Well, since I got on the pill I’ve gained some weight. However, I can attest that the pounds haven’t gone to my teeny boobies. Instead, my butt and thighs have gotten…a bit ‘fuller…but thank God, I’ve got the height so that the extra padding isn’t noticeable.’
“Yeah, now that you’ve mentioned it, your butt cheeks are…rounder…more ‘pronounced’…and jiggle more when you walk…especially naked around the house. No wonder my dick keeps popping full hard-ons…”
“Hoss, that cock of yours is always primed and ready to go…penetrating me. It’s like some kind of fleshy sexual-seeking missile that homes in on some orifice body. It’s a good thing that I am just as horny as you are and…”
“Has my Itty ever taken a hard-on shoved between her irresistible buns?”
“No! And I intend to keep it that way! The guys whom I had affairs with wanted… begged…to be the first…heck, some would be satisfied in just wedging their dicks in my asshole…and not going all the way in. However, none ever did.”
“Why?”
“Because…” stammered Brynn who for the life of her couldn’t think of a rational reason for her anal virginity. Finally, she blurted out, “Cuz it’s dirty…like in totally gross. Plus, if I had a hard time taking you big chorizo in my cunt, what makes you think I could take you booty-banging my tiny tight virgin asshole?
“Trust me, you can. If you’re willing, you’ll take ‘all’ of me up your butt and love it.”
“What’s this? Why is it only now after I’ve married you that I’m finding out just how sexually twisted you really are?” Then after a brief pause, Brynn asked, “Hector, have you ever… sodomized…a woman before?”
“Yes, and enjoyed each anal encounter thoroughly. However, to be honest with you, the women with whom I engage in sodomy, were…well-broken in…although my size took some adjustment. Let me just say that whether a veteran at being butt-fucked or an anal-virgin, it takes time to prepare an asshole and more so cultivate the willingness… the desire…to be sodomized.”