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The Art of Anal Part 7

It had been some time since I had any contact with the voluptuous beautician student, Mandy so feeling randy one day, I reached out.

“You want to make another video?” Mandy text in reply.

“Sure,” I replied, “What did you have in mind?”

“I want you to video me playing with my new dildo.”

“What did you get?” I asked.

“A glass ridged dildo LOL,” Mandy replied.

Mandy and I lined up a time to catch up. Pre-video drinks took place at the Broken Hill Hotel before we walked the short distance to her unit.

“Let’s see it then?” I asked.

Mandy giggled and grabbed a package on her dining room table. Handing it to me, I opened the box and held the toy in my hand.

“Nice,” I said, “Have you used it yet.”

“Not yet,” Mandy giggled, “I want you to film me using it.”

“Can you dress up for me?” I asked.

“In what?” Mandy replied, confused, “I don’t have any outfits.”

“In your college uniform,” I grinned.

“What?”

“You look sexy in that uniform.”

I was referring to Mandy beauty college outfit that was all black two-piece with gold piping along the shoulders and around the cuffs of the sleeves. The top section of the outfit resembled a military tunic that buttoned up. In some way, Mandy’s college outfit resembled the Stat Trek uniforms from The Wrath of Khan movie. Perhaps it was that connection that I found alluring.

“Assuming you have a clean one?” I asked.

The term at beauty college came to an end recently, and I hoped that Mandy had washed her uniform. Occasionally, there were times when I came around and saw piles of unwashed clothes and dishes, so there was no guarantee.

“You’re in luck,” She replied, “My mum washed them for me.”

“Will you put one on for me?”

“It turns you on?”

“It will do if you’re going to play with yourself with your new toy?”

“Mm,” Mandy disappeared to her bedroom, “Here’s the camera.”

“Is it ready to go?”

“Yep.”

Moments later, Mandy returned dressed in her beauty college uniform. I unbuttoned the top section of the tunic and pressed the triangle against her breast to create a white square in the middle of her chest.

“How do you want me?” Mandy asked after she took to proffered glass dildo from my hand.

“Let’s start on the couch.”

Mandy lay on the cushions with her legs spread.

“And…Action.” I said, pressing ‘Rec’ on the Handycam.

Mandy began running her hands across her body. I noticed her cheeks flush immediately. She seemed very aroused because Mandy had not enjoyed a lot of release since the end of the term.

“Hi. My name’s Mandy,” She spoke into the camera as I panned it over her body, “I just got home from college, and I’m always so horny after.”

Mandy cupped one of her massive boobs and squeezed it hard. At the same time, she placed a hand in between her legs and stroked intensely.

“Oh!”

A few moments of additional squeezing and stroking occurred, and Mandy emoted into the camera.

“You wanna see my 26-year-old titties?” She asked me.

When the camera went up and down, indicating a ‘yes’, Mandy unbuttoned her tunic to reveal two bra-less boobs, which she pulled from the constricting uniform. After kneading them for several moments, Mandy began licking and sucking on those generous nipples, one after the other and continually moaning while returning a hand to her boiling snatch.

“My titties taste so good,” She said to the camera.

Mandy continued to suckle her breasts and caress her crotch.

“Would you love to suck on my titties?”

Mandy brought both hands to her boobs. She squeezed, licked and sucked on those fleshy mounds with intensity.

“I have this fantasy of being fucked in the arse by a strong man,” She moaned.

Well, Mandy’s anal deflowering was already on record. As a fantasy, that was likely to be fulfilled shortly, I was prepared to go along with it, especially since I was filming this dirty action.

“You want to see my arse and my pussy?” Asked Mandy as she moved her hands to the clasp of her black-uniformed trousers. Seconds later, she had deftly removed them, revealing her bald pussy and dark shadow of her arsehole.

Next, I filmed one hard squeezing a breast and Mandy had two fingers jammed deep inside her sopping box, the sloshing sound giving away her state of arousal. For several minutes, I recorded Mandy’s slutty masturbation.

“Watch me stick a finger in my arse,” She moaned as two digits were already frigging her pussy.

Mandy snaked a finger from her other hander to the dark valley to the south and eased it in. Given her level of arousal, there was no hint of pain as the tip breached her O-ring.

“Can’t wait to get fucked in the arse, today!”

As the film rolled, I said nothing, but there was an uncomfortable bulge in my pants that needed releasing before it exploded.

Mandy grabbed the ridged glass dildo and substituted it for her fingers. Her arsehole took the intrusion effortlessly, adana escort which surprised me because it was not lubricated. There must have been some discomfort because Mandy tensed slightly as she forced the toy inside her most intimate hole.

“Oh,” She moaned, “That hurts so good.”

To ease the discomfort, Mandy continued rubbing her moist clit, and she fucked her dark hole with the glass toy.

Moaning all the time, Mandy managed to deeply plug her arsehole before switching to her sloppy cunt, and back again. It was a treasure to watch and film.

When she took the glass dildo from her arse and sucked it clean in her mouth, I nearly lost it. This level of sluttiness was approaching weapons-grade, and she knew it.

“I’m ready to get fucked in the arse now!”

With that simple instruction, I placed the camera on the TV cabinet opposite, undressed in a hurry, spat saliva on my hand and worked into my twitching cock.

I switched positions with Mandy, who proceeded to reverse cowgirl me so that her generous body faced the camera.

With my cock facing the ceiling and glistening with saliva, I spread her cheeks and made Mandy lower her rump down on the raging helmet of my cock. The glass dildo had worked its magic, and her arsehole accepted my meat with little difficulty.

When I was balls deep, Mandy leaned back again my side and worked her hips. I reached around and fingered her sopping cunt and rubbed her clit.

While Mandy had a clumsy riding action, it was enough to prevent me from blowing my stack too soon.

We kissed passionately, and my other hand was pawing at one of Mandy’s meaty boobs.

“Suck on this tittie,” I moaned as her arsehole was choking my cock.

We shared her ponderous mammary, back and forth, while Mandy clumsily jacked off my cock with her arse pipe, but it did feel good.

“Oh, my god!” I repeated each time Mandy sat down against the base of my cock.

While I alternated between squeezing and sucking her tits, fingering her dripping snatch and rubbing her engorged clit, we were both groaning in ecstasy.

“You’re a nasty girl,” I said, “Aren’t you?”

“Uh, huh.”

“You’re a slutty girl?”

“Oh, yeah!”

All this action and dialogue was captured by the impassive camera perched on the TV cabinet.

“How’s it feel getting fucked in your slutty arse?”

“Amazing,” Mandy breathed, eyes tightly closed, “I love being analed!”

To my knowledge, this was only her second time, but whatever.

Mandy improved her motion slightly when I rocked my hips to get my cock deeper into her netherworld. By this stage, she had an arm draped across the back of the couch as Mandy bounced up and down.

“Suck my cock,” I ordered, wondering whether she would do an ATM.

She did.

Sliding off me, Mandy bent over the couch and without hesitation took my funky cock deep down her throat, just using her mouth.

“Do you like watching me sucking cock?” She asked, “And getting fucked in the arse?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” I confirmed as Mandy looked me straight in the eyes.

I loved the way she throated me so that her pendulous tits bounced and slapped together. Mandy seemed to anticipate my thoughts. Spitting on my cock and massaging the saliva in, she brought up her massive chest in front of me and jammed my hard meat between them.

“Do you want to watch me titty fuck this cock?” She asked for the camera before her piercing gaze returned to me.

“That feels amazing,” I said, encouraging her, as Mandy’s breast meat massaged my cock.

Mandy alternated between using her mouth and chest real estate to stimulate my dick that was on the edge of exploding already.

“Do you want to fuck me in my pussy and arse some more?” She asked me after a minute or two of tit massaging.

“Sure, babe.”

Without prompting, Mandy assumed the pile driver position against the couch. This attitude was a curious move since it was only a short time ago that another female in my sexual portfolio did precisely the same thing. Without further thought, I spat on my cock again and eased it into Mandy’s bunghole.

“Spread your arsehole!” I demanded, after several minutes of fucking that tight orifice.

Mandy complied and between us made numerous satisfying gapes. Eventually, she did not need to pull her fleshy cheeks apart; her arsehole remained open and perfectly circular each time I withdrew my shitty stick.

“Play with your cunt,” I told Mandy after a time.

I loved the way she spread her lips, revealing the slick pink interior. As I thrust harder, her fleshy tits slapped together like before but with a more pronounced smack. The deeper I dug, the more pleasure Mandy derived from my buggering of her dirty hole, and while she did not announce it, I think she came.

“Fuck my pussy now!”

I sat back on the couch while Mandy mounted me. While her young pussy was tight, her arse was super tight, and I preferred her backdoor to the front, but any hole is a goal as they say. With her enormous breasts adana escort bayan in my face, I enjoyed being ridden more vigorously than earlier. What I noticed though was Mandy moaned less when my cock was in her cunt than when it was in her arsehole.

Occasionally, I reached behind Mandy and was shocked, initially, to inset two fingers easily inside her O-ring.

“No, that hole won’t do,” Said Mandy after several frustrated minutes of pussy fucking.

She grabbed the base of my cock and shoved it, rather unceremoniously, inside her backdoor.

“That’s it!”

“Like that?” I asked, pleased to be back ploughing her shitter.

“Oh, yeah!” Mandy moaned, “How’s that arse feel?”

“Really fucking tight!” I replied while sucking on her enormous nipples. Mandy’s arse was so relaxed that I was able to fuck it with the same motion as her pussy. Even she was digging it by smashing her thighs into mine. At regular intervals, Mandy disengaged to administer a slutty ATM without asking.

Next, I asked Mandy to lie on the couch with her legs in the air. The elevation enabled me to take my pick of her fuck holes, and, without recourse to standard health practices, alternated between pussy and arse, fucking each at the impulse compelled me.

“You ever been fucked liked this before?” I asked, thinking I knew the answer.

“No, ” Mandy replied, “Feels so good.”

“Fucking both of your holes!”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t know which one I like fucking better,” I lied, knowing that Mandy’s shitter was an ideal destination for my cock.

Soon, I settled naturally for Mandy’s arsehole, and I fucked it hard.

“Fuck your pussy,” I said as sweat poured from my head, “Make yourself come!”

There were slightly louder squeals as Mandy rubbed her clit, and she gave the appearance that she quickly orgasmed, but I was not convinced.

“You like my dirty hole, don’t you?”

“Yes, babe,” I replied, “It’s going to make me come.”

I enjoyed the satisfying sound my cock made as it fucked Mandy’s dirt box. It was so relaxed now that I smashed her for my pleasure.

“You like that arse getting fucked?” I asked kissing Mandy

“Yeah!”

“You like it?”

“Love it!”

By this time, I was fucking her backdoors in the missionary position with reckless abandon, focussing solely on my selfish climax.

“I’m going to come!” I hissed as I felt the familiar vinegar strokes.

I pulled out of Mandy’s funky bung, grabbed her roughly by the hair and ejaculated strongly into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I yelled as spurts of dirty man fluid shot down Mandy’s youthful throat.

She kept her eyes tightly shut and made no complaint as I filled her mouth with rope after rope of salty jism. As I opened my eyes, Mandy struggled to swallow the load that I deposited in her mouth. But pride forced her to open her gullet.

“Delicious,” She said, opening her mouth.

“You’re a good slut!” I said as she sucked my flaccid cock.

We cleaned up and dressed. Mandy repackaged the glass dildo and placed it somewhere in her bedroom.

“Shall we watch the video?” I asked when she rejoined me in the lounge.

“Sure.”

A second non-anal fucking followed inspired by what we recorded.

“I’m so tired,” Mandy sighed when I withdrew my flaccid cock from her sloppy cunt, “Would you mind showing yourself out?”

Rudeness aside, I did not want to stay the night, so was happy to acquiesce. Seconds later, Mandy was fast asleep, curled up on the couch and snoring loudly. Being tired, I forwent the opportunity to snoop, but, as I prepared to leave, a photo frame caught my attention. Picking it up, one of the figures in the family photo stood out that looked familiar. The striking resemblance provided the key to a problem that plagued me these last couple of weeks.

****

A week after that incredible anal encounter with Mandy, I invited her out for dinner that Sunday afternoon. I popped into the Broken Hill Hotel and purchased a nice bottle of Shiraz to share at the Korean restaurant.

Walking along Hordern Street towards Mandy’s unit, I noticed a familiar car parked on the street, which was the last confirmatory clue to the puzzle. I knew immediately that the grand reveal, by the actors involved in this monumental manipulation, was at hand.

Pausing at the door to take in a deep breath, I pressed the buzzer. Mandy unlocked the entrance door, and I ascended the stairs and opened the door to her unit.

Without any surprise, I entered to be greeted by Mandy and her ‘mother’ Leah. This was the same woman who I enjoyed gangbangs with her friend and a bisexual friend of mine.

“Hi Jason,” Said Mandy from behind her intense lenses with a broad smile, “This is my mother, Leah.”

Leah seemed about to orgasm from the grand reveal. Her smile and her mannerisms gave the game away, as she as shook with excitement from the moment I crossed the threshold.

“Nice to meet you, Mandy’s mum,” I said with a mustered calmness.

“Call me Leah,” escort adana She said in return.

“Leah,” I replied, “That’s a pretty name.”

“Mum’s here helping me clean up,” Said Mandy with a forlorn shrug.

I looked around and noted the pile of dishes and laundry strewn around her small unit. How someone could make such a mess was a mystery to me and was a turn-off. Mandy, to her credit, was folding linen that her mother had clearly laundered early that day.

That Mandy and Leah were daughter and mother was a puzzle that took little effort to solve. Firstly, Leah was familiar because of a photograph I glanced at in Mandy’s bedroom when fumbling with the camera that filmed her anal deflowering, only to reveal Mandy and her friend getting busy. Next, were the coincidences that Leah and Mandy were with the daughter and mother being pampered in the city. After that, there was the same camera used to film independent sex sessions. The little further details served as confirmatory clues. Even Scooby-Doo would have solved this mystery, without the help of those pesky kids!

Fixing Leah with a steely glare, I placed the wine on the side bench. She dressed simply in a white top and tartan skirt. The last time sexual interaction between us was when she pegged me following our second and, as it turned out, the last foursome. Today, though, Leah looked radiant and very much desirable. More so than her daughter that I was her to take to dinner.

Quite the dilemma!

“You fancy a glass?” I asked Mandy, who seemed oblivious to the tension between Leah and me.

“Yes, please.” Came the calm response.

I walked towards the kitchen, where Leah had resumed washing her daughter’s dirty dishes. Without batting an eyelid, she hitched up her skirt, revealing a lack of panties as I reached for the cupboard behind her for glasses.

“Take me here if you want,” Leah teased, placing a plate in the drainer.

“Are you fucking insane?” I hissed, “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Would you be so kind as to pour me a glass?”

I poured a third glass which emptied the bottle, trying to be discrete.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“Thank you,” Leah pulled her skirt back into position when I left the kitchen with two glasses.

I sat on the couch with my back to Leah, but I felt her stare burning the back of my head as Mandy continued folding her laundry. When she finished, Mandy grabbed the basked and took it to her bedroom.

“I’ll take a quick shower,” She said to me, “Then we’ll be good to go.”

I remained on the couch until I heard Mandy power up the shower before leaping to my feet and confronting Leah.

“When I found out that I was cheating on my husband and my daughter with the same bloke, I diddled myself to oblivion.” She said, instantly disarming my anger.

Leah kissed me with an unbelievable passion.

“I am so fucking horny,” She breathed into my ear, “I need you inside me!”

“Aside from the weirdness,” I said, having a hard time processing the situation, “We can’t do it here. Mandy’s in the shower.”

“That’s what makes it so devilishly naughty,” She moaned, tugging at my jeans.

I admitted to myself that the situation I found myself in was unique and somewhat sensuous, but I hesitated conflicted about the state of my sexual portfolio.

“She’s seeing other people,” Interrupted Leah as she dropped to her knees, “Did you know?”

I did not know, I confessed, but it did not bother me. Who was I to police loose morals when I was just as guilty? I had not told Mandy that I was seeing other people, one of whom happened to be her ‘mother’.

“Mm, I’ve missed this cock,” Sighed Leah as her maw engulfed me.

“You know where that might go later this evening?” I asked.

“That makes me so wet!” Replied Leah as she power blew my pole.

“We don’t have long,” I hissed.

“Better fuck my arsehole then.”

Leah stood up, hitched up her skirt and splayed one leg on the kitchen countertop.

“Fill me full of sperm,” Leah said, grabbing one of her cheeks and pulling it aside to reveal her pre-lubed arsehole, “Before she gets it.”

“You’re fucking mad!” I replied before pressing the head of my cock against Leah’s arsehole.

“God, yes,” Moaned Leah as I filled her shitter, “Where have you been?”

“Fucking your daughter!”

“Right up the arse,” She replied.

“Yeah,” I breathed, working my hips into Leah’s dirt box, “I was the first.”

“Yes, you were!” Said Leah, driving her dirty hole against my meat.

I focussed on fucking Leah’s shitter, and now that I had permission to fill her up, I hoped there was enough time for me to bust my nuts insider her.

“I saw that video.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Your ‘deflowering’ video,” Leah replied as I ploughed her arsehole hard now, not caring, “I saw it just before our gangbang.”

“And?”

“Made me super horny,” Answered Leah, “That’s what made me want two cocks.”

“Double anal, you mean?”

“Yeah,” Panted Leah, “I wanted to outdo my daughter.”

“Does she know about this?” I asked with some concern.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Leah replied, soothingly, “No one knows.”

“Did you know that she’s also getting jiggy with one of her college friends?”

“Bella?” Muffled Leah, “Oh, she’s great fun!”

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