Sara found it a bit uncomfortable to be picked up by her anus, but George wasn’t pulling hard. She quickly got the meaning of his association. “Georgie, quit your playing. Somebody is bound to come around here eventually.” Actually, she thought this might in fact be something fun to do at home. They could see how long he could keep his finger stuck up her butt while she did her household chores. It was probably too risky though to do it in the park. They would do the anal housework sometime when her parents weren’t home.
George found this to be an odd warning from the person who had so boldly raised up her bottom and pulled down her panties, but it was a point well taken. He slid his finger out, unzipped his pants, and removed his hard cock.
George could feel the summer breeze wash across his naked dick, providing him with a concrete reminder that they were outdoors, out in the open. Fortunately, at least for him, he knew that he would not last long, as he had been hard quite a few times throughout the day. Sara, however, was herself very wet with anticipation. The day had been even more stimulating for her, as she was being constantly teased and titillated by the butt plug. She had been wanting Georgie’s hard cock up her behind for quite some time. She reached back and spread her cheeks, bringing her brown hole fully into the sun, and even spreading it open a bit.
George squeezed some lotion directly onto her anus. A bit dripped down inside. He then grasped his rock hard cock with his right hand, pulled her hips down a bit with his left, got up higher on his knees, and directed the soft ram head at her little brown hole.
He pressed down hard. The bulb of his cock head was certainly much bigger than the tip of his finger. She had taken his cock up her butt a number of times before, but one of the pleasures of anal sex is that it can continue to be difficult to get the head inside, almost as much as the first time. Sara braced herself with her arms and knees, trying to keep her butt as still and firm as possible, so that the only thing to give in to his push would be her anus.
It popped in nicely. Such a good fit. They were truly made for each other.
George slowly thrust his cock down, into, and then pulled up, out, of her rectum, steadily driving his cock down into her rectum, and then pulling back out. Sara enjoyed this so much. She squeezed hard with her sphincter, trying to hold, grab and grasp his cock, making it even harder for him to drive her, increasing the sense of tension, pressure, and grip.
This was perhaps one of the reasons George really liked doing it this way. Sara’s cunnie was tight; in fact, really, really tight, as well as hot, moist, and soft. That’s pretty darn good for a hard cock. But, her butt hole seemed even tighter, and she could grip his cock much harder with her sphincter than she could with her cunnie.
Plus, it was such a beautiful sight. His stiff, hard rod disappearing down into, between, her round, white, fleshy orbs, which he could fondle and squeeze as he worked his cock in and out of her rectum. Her fanny looked so innocent and pure, yet it was receiving his stiff dick in such a dirty, nasty manner.
Sara liked the tightness as well. George felt plenty big enough within her cunnie, but he felt simply huge within her butt, and there was something about feeling so truly filled, packed, stuffed, and engorged by a boy’s, a man’s, cock that really thrilled her. And, besides, she felt so naughty, so bestial, doing it this way, her butt up in the air, letting him have his way with her most personal, intimate of holes.
George leaned down onto her back and reached underneath, pressing two of his fingers against her clit, her hard nub, that was so engorged with her passion, her lust for his cock up her ass.
“Oh, Georgie,” she whispered at the feel of his touch. She rested her head on her arms, closed her eyes, and basked in the pleasure of his cock shoving in and out of her rump. “You feel so big inside of me.”
He began to thrust more forcefully, more quickly, driving hard toward his orgasm, at the same time rubbing and pressing on her clit in sharp, circular motions.
Sara began to buck, like a mare being taken by her stallion.
But, George then stopped. He froze.
“What?!” Sara gasped. Was there someone around?
George sense her tension. “Nothing, no, Sara. I just wanted to stop a second, and enjoy the feel of your butt.”
Sara smiled. She slowly circled her bottom around and around.
George stopped in part so that the fuck could last longer. Sara’s teasing circling of her rump wasn’t helping.
Then Sara’s cell phone rang; quite loudly.
“Get it!” George exclaimed. He was concerned that someone might hear it beyond the trees, but it was also quite distracting.
Sara picked up the phone. It was her parents. She had to take this call. She knew what it was about. She had to take it. “Daddy?” she said. It was indeed her father on the line.
“Honey, are you coming home for desert?” It was a family tradition to have pies after the Harvest Festival. There was always a few left over, and the family would celebrate the successful day by gorging on leftovers.
Sara would be there later, but she did want to spend at least some private time with George, celebrating in their own way. “Daddy, I can’t. I’m already really stuffed full.”
That was clearly no lie. To accentuate the point, George pushed hard into her rump.
“Oh!” Sara chirped with the sudden thrust and her lurch; she was caught quite off guard.
“Are you alright?” her father asked.
“Sorry, daddy. It’s just that I’m so full that I think, unnh.” She was interrupted by another thrust into her butt. “I think, I’ve got the hiccups, oh!, or something.” George continued to fuck her in the butt as she tried to speak on the phone with her father.
“Too many cupcakes and brownies?”
“Oh, yes,” she said with an unusual amount of enthusiasm, at least to her father, as George resumed the rubbing, the massaging, of her clit. “I’m feeling really bloated. I, unh, just couldn’t get anything, oh!, anything more in there.”
“Well, honey, you know what we used to do when you were little, when you ate way too much.”
Sara certainly did know. Her father had been really quite attentive to her care, back there. He preferred the rectal thermometer over the oral, he used to spank her quite a bit (although never really hard or hurtful, just to make a point), and, he would even give her enemas when her tummy felt full, which did always seem to happen after the Harvest Festival.
“Daddy!” Sara complained.
“Now dear, I am still your father and you should not feel uncomfortable talking to me about this sort of thing. You’re never too old for a cleansing. Your mother has me provide her with a rectal ablution on occasion.” Sara didn’t really need to hear this, particularly as George was again driving his cock hard in and out of her ass. “We still have all of the necessary equipment here.”
“Stop, stop.” Sara wasn’t too sure whom she was speaking to, although she didn’t really want George to stop. “Daddy,” she gasped. “No, really, I’m too old for you to be giving me enemas, don’t you think?”