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Subject: THE ANAL INVADER 1/2
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The Anal Invader (Part 1)
By Al
...in the continuing pursuit of the posterior...
The Anal Invader, constantly on the prow for a good piece of
ass, wasn't a sick bastard to begin with. But like many great
super heroes he started off as a normal human being until a
traumatic event in his life changed him into an entirely different
person. So this is the story of how your average, horny man
became... The Anal Invader.
He was a normal man with a normal wife, living in a normal
house, sleeping in a normal bed, having normal sex. Admittedly it
was not as exciting as he thought married life would be but it was
safe, satisfying and comfortable. One night Mr. and Mrs. "X"
(which is how I will refer to them to preserve the true identity of
The Anal Invader) were having their weekly normal sex. Mr. X was
on top of Mrs. X in the missionary position, thrusting his cock in
and out of Mrs. X. Mrs. X was showing less than her usual amount
of enthusiasm which usually only consisted of light moaning and
heavy breathing. That night she laid there somewhat motionless
while Mr. X mechanically pumped her until he came inside her with
a grunt and then collapsed on top of her. Sex between Mr. and Mrs.
X continued to get worse as time went on. Sex occurred less often
with less excitement to where it became as monotonous as driving to
work. Soon Mr. X began noticing other changes in his marriage and
in Mrs. X. When he brought up the problems of their marriage with
Mrs. X in daily conversation she laughed it off and just said he
was making it up in his mind. On the other hand, when he wanted to
have sex she ignored him and made excuses why they couldn't. This
continued on and on until Mr. X thought he was going to go crazy.
He loved his wife very much but she was totally withdrawn from
their marriage and he began to question whether their marriage
could last much longer. Would Mrs. X be agreeable to a divorce?
Could they fix their marriage through counseling? Would he have to
spend the rest of his life in a bad marriage? These were the
questions Mr. X asked himself. Then something happened that
determined the destiny of Mr. and Mrs. X's marriage.... Mr. X came
home early from work one day.
Mr. X had buried himself in his work since his home-life had
become less than satisfying. He worked long, hard hours and was
quickly climbing up the corporate ladder, impressing many people as
he went. Immersed in his work, he was unaware what was going on at
home when he wasn't there until his boss called him into the office
one particular afternoon. He was a bit nervous about the meeting
because he had never really met with his boss on a one to one
basis, bringing him to the conclusion that this meeting concerned
something other than the average day to day problems at the firm.
His boss invited him into the office with politeness and offered
him a seat and a drink. After mixing the drinks and engaging Mr.
X in some small talk he offered him an administrative management
position at a substantial salary increase. After graciously
accepting the position, Mr. X's Boss suggested Mr. X take the rest
of the day off to celebrate. Mr. X agreed and packed up his
briefcase and left with a smile on his face. Mr. X thought that
this was just the thing he needed to get his marriage back on
track. He would buy Mrs. X something nice, take her on a vacation
to a deserted beach, or maybe even buy the vacation home that they
had been talking about. His mind raced all the way home about what
this new promotion would do for his life, but his happy thoughts
were turned to puzzled thoughts when he arrived at home to find a
strange truck parked outside his house. He entered the house, set
his briefcase down, and instead of announcing his entrance with a
"I'm home!" like he normally would do, he stood in the living room
and listened for a second. He could faintly hear the sound of a
man's voice coming from upstairs. Assuming that it must be a
repair man because the upstairs sink was leaking and his wife had
threatened to call a repair man if he didn't fix it, he climbed the
stairs expecting to see a short, fat man in grungy jeans underneath
the sink in the bathroom with a monkey wrench. Being that the
bathroom was at the top of stairs he was soon aware that his
previous hypothesis was incorrect. At this point he became even
more dumbfounded at the deep, male voice he heard echoing down the
hall. Becoming suspicious he edged down the wall of the hallway
towards the exercise room which seemed to be where the sounds were
coming from. He stopped about four feet from the door and listened
intently again to determine what was going on. His mouth dropped
open when he was able to make out the following conversation.
"Oh yes baby! I want you to put it in my ass!" "Are you sure? Have you ever taken it in the ass before?" questioned the deep male voice. "No baby, that's why I want you to do it to me." commanded Mrs. X. "Maybe you should try it with a dildo or something else smaller than I am. I'm afraid I'll hurt you honey." said the male voice with concern. "No, ever since I first saw your big, fat cock I've wanted it in me. Now that I've had it in all my other holes I want you to shove it in my ass. I want you inside my body anywhere you can put your cock." begged Mrs. X. "Since you've never been reamed before I think your hole will be too tight for me to get me dick in it, sweetheart." "I don't care! You're not leaving here until you shove your dick in my asshole, and stop calling me sweetheart! I'm not a China- doll for christ sake, now stick that huge pole in my little, virgin asshole before I chop your dick off and do it myself."
Mr. X couldn't believe that that was his wife's voice uttering
those words. He then remembered the folding slat doors that
separated the exercise room from the sewing room and turned to go
back down the hall to the sewing room. He opened the door to the
sewing room quietly and let himself in. He made his way to the
folding doors which were closed. He opened one of the slats just
far enough until he could see his wife and the stranger. His wife
was on her hands and knees on an exercise mat. Her knees were
spread apart to create the maximum entrance to her rear and her ass
was pointed at the ceiling spreading her buttocks apart creating a
perfect view of her taut, brownish-red bum-hole. She was poised
stiffly on the mat waiting impatiently like a female cat in heat.
Meanwhile her companion was standing a few feet away holding a tube
of lubricant in one hand, while greasing his stiff organ with the
other. He was a hulking 6'4" with defined muscles, good looks and
dark hair. Despite his developed muscles and good looks, his most
prominent feature was hanging semi-erect between his legs like a
Polish sausage. His phallus was easily eight inches long and
extremely fat which made it look even more menacing. A wave of
fear swept over Mr. X when he realized the stranger was going to
try and put it in his wife's tiny ass at her command. How could he
do it? Surely he knew he could hurt her yet he stood there
confidently preparing his cock like a soldier brandishing his sword
before a battle. Mr. X saw the stranger as an executioner
sharpening his axe before the execution. The stranger held the
fate of his wife in his hand but yet his wife controlled her own
fate. Hopefully she would come to her senses and spare herself the
agony the strangers cock held in store for her. Mr. X didn't know
what to do. Should he bust in and stop the whole thing before it
got out of hand, or should he watch and confirm within his own mind
that this really was his wife kneeling on the floor about to be had
by another man in a way that he had never had her. Mostly it was
his indecision that kept him glued to the open slat watching his
wife about to be ravaged by another man. The stranger was finished
greasing his meat and took his place on the mat behind Mrs. X. His
huge apparatus was almost fully erect know, with the large swollen
head the size of a plum within inches of her tight hole having an
opening only a quarter of the size of the bloated, purple head that
was about to force entry into her bowels. The stranger reached
around with his long arms and took both of Mrs. X's breasts in his
large, gentle hands like ripe fruits hanging from a tree. He
massaged them lightly stopping occasionally to gently tug at her
erect nipples. She moaned lightly, swaying her ass from side to
side as if to invite him inside. He then took one hand and placed
it between her legs like a quarterback taking a snap and began to
fondle her bush while still kneading her supple breasts with his
other hand. He rubbed her clitoris slowly at first and then more
vigorously as she grew moist. Her moaning was becoming more
pronounced now and her breasts began to heave with each breath she
took. Confusion turned to anger in Mr. X's mind as he observed the
wanton desire his wife showed now, unlike anytime she was with him.
The stranger was now alternating between rubbing Mrs. X's clit and
sliding a finger or two into her soaking wet pussy. She would moan
deeply followed by short yelps whenever he jabbed a finger into her
love tunnel. Mr. X could see that the stranger's cock was know at
full size pointing directly at it's destination. Mr. X thought
surely she would change her mind about allowing him into her bottom
if she could see his evil viper with it's endless, ruby-red length
bursting with thick, pulsating, blue veins with an oversized,
bulbous, deep-violet head on one end and a large, venom-filled sack
swaying under the impetus of it's own soon to be released abundance
hanging below the other end. His cock had become so long and
straight that now whenever Mrs. X rocked backwards the swollen tip
poked at her luscious ass cheeks further exciting both of them.
Finally in a fit of passion Mrs. X yelled back at the man like a
woman possessed, "Stop fucking around and ram that pole in my ass
before I go crazy!"
"Okay." he replied sheepishly, "But I'll just stick it in a little
at first, and then you can tell me how it feels."
"Fuck you, you wimp, ram that thing all the way up my ass so I can
feel it in my belly.... NOWWWW!" she commanded him.
With that Mrs. X moved her knees apart even more and pointed her
ass right up at the face of the stranger. Mr. X had a clear view
of his wife's round, supple young ass and could see that she was
flexing the muscles in her ass, and her tiny little brown hole by
which nothing had ever entered her body was visibly expanding and
contracting as she flexed. The man took his right hand that had
been playing with her bush and guided his ass-torpedo to where the
enormous head, which was now a deep shade of purple, was firmly
resting against her anus which could no longer be seen, being
completely blocked out by his tool. Then after readjusting his
posture he placed both hands on her waist, holding her firmly in
position. Then he began to push...
Both Mr. X and the stranger were correct in their assumptions
that the huge cock would not be able to penetrate such a small
orifice. The stranger tried again and again to penetrate the
obstinate portal to her depths but his attempts were unsuccessful.
To Mr. X it appeared that trying to penetrate such a small, tight
hole with such an oversized object was like trying to stick a lead
pipe in a key hole.
"I can't get it in there, there's no way we can do this honey."
said the man apologetically.
"Your not pushing hard enough dammit! This time I'll relax my
asshole as much as a can and when I say push, you better shove it
in as hard as you can. I want to have the full feeling of your
cock in my ass and your balls bouncing against my pussy."
Again Mr. X watched as the stranger grabbed his meat pipe,
glistening with the thick coat of lubrication, and placed it
against the opening of Mrs. X's nether hole. Again the man's huge
phallic head completely blocked out the constricted opening and the
darker skin that surrounded it like the moon blocks out the sun
during an eclipse. The man could feel the asshole puckering
against his mammoth explorer. "Okay, get ready to shove that thing
in!" exclaimed Mrs. X. Once again the man placed his hands on her
waist, sinking his fingers into her plush naked skin to hold her
firmly in position to receive his mass of hard, vigorous flesh. At
the moment Mr. X's wife yelled "PUSH!" he clenched his fists,
digging his fingernails into his palms at the thought of his wife
exploding from the force of the stranger's huge extension plunging
into her core. He watched as the man lurched forward at the same
time pulling Mrs. X towards him with his powerful arms. He watched
from his perfect vantage point as the long, meaty shaft strained
against the anus pushing it inward but not penetrating it. "PUSH
you goddamn motherfucker!!!" yelled Mrs. X at her struggling
companion. Mr. X could see the man's fingers sink further into the
wife's sides as he pulled himself into her with all his strength.
Then at once the asshole gave way, expanding rapidly to accept the
head which quickly disappeared into the wife. As the head was
swallowed up by her body she let out a loud grunt and then a shrill
scream which startled her partner who then paused, everything but
the tip of his shaft still outside of her body. She again prompted
him with a breathy, grunted exclamation, "Shove it in me!"
Mr. X watched as the remainder of the man's love tool
disappeared into his wife like a length of conduit being driven
into the ground. His wife slammed her hands against the mat,
puncturing the plastic with her fingernails as she raked them
across the mat, all the time screaming out profanity from deep
inside her chest. The man began to increase the speed of his
attacks against her insides. Mr. X knew that somewhere deep inside
his wife the eye of this man's phallus was seeing something his
cock had never seen. Looking at his wife's bum he could see that
her orifice was seriously constricting the man's swollen meat to
the point where he seemed to be in pain, whereas she seemed to be
in a state of intense pleasure. The once soft, tender rear-end
with the little brown hole that Mr. X once knew, was now a devourer
of cocks, drawing them near, teasing them, allowing entrance and
then trapping them, constricting them and sucking the life out of
them. His wife was now a parasite of sorts. She gave entrance to
a man's life-producer to her bowels where she then sucked the life
out of him. Mr. X's wife was now moving her rear to accept the
thrusts of her lover. He pounded away sliding his meat in and out
while his heavy balls pounded against the opening of her love nest.
With a spiteful look on her face Mrs. X squeezed her butt-cheeks,
contracting her asshole and her man cried out in pain, "Oh shit!
I'm gonna cum!" Mr. X looked on as the stranger quickly withdrew
his used meat from Mrs. X's constricting bowels. The stranger let
loose with his load, spilling rivulets of hot, white cum onto her
ass whereupon it flowed down between her butt-crack, over her brown
hole and then down into her bush where it collected in the hairs or
dripped onto the mat. The stranger fell back onto the floor as his
phallus transformed into nothing so mighty as what it had been
before it had made it's anal journey. Mrs. X turned over and sat
up breathing a sigh of relief. Then she threw her head back and
let out a laugh, celebrating her victory. Mr. X could take no
more, turned and left the room, went down the stairs and left the
house forever.
Mr. X checked into a hotel for the night and tossed and turned
with bad dreams of his wife's rear being assaulted. He awoke
constantly from visions of his wife screaming in pain as her tender
bottom opening is reamed by various over-sized, phallic devices.
In one particularly intense dream he saw his wife in a locker room,
on her back on an examining table. Two athletic men held her down
with her legs pulled back towards her head while another man shoved
a baseball bat in her asshole. Finally Mr. X awoke for the last
time as the sun began to peek through the window and he decided to
go to work.
Arriving at work early he began moving his things to his new
executive sweet. He was almost done when his co-workers began
trickling in. As he settled into his executive chair to arrange
his knew desk a lovely, young woman walked into his office and
announced herself as his new secretary. She was a great
improvement over the tottering old woman who was his secretary at
his old position. She wore a sharp business suit with a silk
blouse that clung to her shapely, pert breasts and a well-fitting
skirt that revealed the shapeliness of her hips. Her light-colored
stockings accented her perfectly shaped, slightly muscular legs.
When she spoke her voice was kind and gentle. After the standard
formalities and a few minutes of small talk, Sarah asked Mr. X if
he would like to go to lunch so they could get to know each other
better. Mr. X not being in the sociable mood tried to decline her
offer but after some encouragement from her sweet, enticing voice
he gave in to her suggestion. Sarah left the room with a smile and
Mr. X watched her lovely rear-end in the tight skirt and imagined
what it would be like to bury his cock in her ass. After she
disappeared he was surprised by the thought he had had about
fucking her ass because he had never considered having anal sex
with a woman before. He shrugged off the thought and went back to
his work.
Sarah came into the office around noon and told Mr. X it was
time for them to go to lunch. After some prodding she pulled him
away from what he was doing and they went to a small cafe down the
street where they took a cozy table in the corner. Mr. X was
overcome by the friendly sensitivity of this happy young woman. He
became entranced by her and their conversation became more and more
personal. He discovered that she was single and really wasn't
looking for a serious relationship and that her career was
important to her. She liked being outside and going hiking or
cycling and she liked to workout regularly which he gathered by
what he could see of her body. Sensing he was troubled by
something she asked him more about his personal life and feeling
totally secure with this young woman he had only just met, he had
no trouble talking about his marriage. He talked about their
floundering sex life and their poor relationship. Eventually he
told her that he had just caught his wife with another man and that
he had left the house with no intentions of going back. Sarah
consoled him with deep concern in her eyes. She asked him how he
felt seeing his wife in another man's arms. He told her at first
he was surprised, then scared, then angry and eventually numb. He
told Sarah that he didn't know if he could ever have a serious,
sexual relationship with a woman again. When Sarah asked him why,
he told her how his wife appeared totally sexually different with
the other man than she ever did with him and that he felt sexually
inferior now. She continued to console him and reassure him that
he would get past it and that he would be back in the saddle in no
time. As she continued to soothe his pride he felt her place her
gentle hand on his knee. He could feel his cock grow erect as she
gazed into his eyes with caring and love he had never felt from a
woman. She knew exactly what to say and exactly how to react to
what he said. She continued to caress his knee with her warm hand
and his tool was now long and hard, straining to escape his briefs.
Eventually they left and returned to work. Before Mr. X returned
to his office he thanked Sarah for her concern and explained to her
that he felt better after talking to her and that he looked forward
to having her as his secretary.
Mr. X had trouble getting Sarah out of his mind for the first
few hours of the afternoon. He thought more and more about how he
wanted to cum deep in her ass, thoughts he had never entertained
before. Eventually though his thoughts went back to his wife being
reamed by the stranger and the failures of his marriage. Sarah
came in occasionally to get files or documents to be typed and
noticed her bosses declining spirits. She tried reassuring him but
her caring remarks seemed to have less of an affect on him than at
lunch. Finally Sarah entered the office to tell her boss she was
going home and found him with his elbows propped on the desk with
his face buried in his hands. Startled, he looked up with surprise
and Sarah could tell that he was really distressed. She told him
she was leaving and to cheer up. She left with her smile and
closed the door behind her. Mr. X was really depressed now. He
was all alone in the dark, empty office.
Mr. X, deciding he didn't want to go back to the hotel just
yet, went back to the his work, trying to block out the thoughts
that constantly haunted him. Then he heard the door knob turn and
the door swung open slowly. There in the doorway was a silhouette
of gorgeous female body. Mr. X was stunned and sat silently in his
chair trying to figure out what his weary eyes were actually
seeing. Then the figure stepped into the light and he realized it
was Sarah wearing just a white lace bra and pink cotton panties,
with her long dark hair let down over her shoulders. She walked
slowly and seductively to his desk. Mr. X still stunned by what he
thought he was seeing didn't say a word but watched with growing
interest in what was happening. Sarah reached his desk which was
still fairly empty and removed the few piles of papers he had been
working on and place them in a chair. She then returned to the
desk and climbed on top, facing her boss. She reached behind her
back and unsnapped her bra, removed it and threw it aside. Mr. X
was now looking straight into her lovely young breasts. They were
small, taut, milky-white breasts with little rosy colored nipples
that were starting to grow and stiffen having been released from
there confines. Sarah swayed from side to side dangling her
breasts in front of her boss trying to lure him to her.
"I want you to do whatever you want to me." she said lustily with
the same caring smile she had at lunch.
"I will do anything you want me to do. I'm all yours now and I'm
here to serve your needs. What would you like?" she prompted him.
Still unsure of what was going on, Mr. X remained motionless and
silent where he sat. Sarah pulled his head towards her and leaned
forward brushing her breasts against his face.
"Come on honey, let go of your sad thoughts. I'm here now and I'm
here to make you happy. You can do whatever you want to me and
I'll fulfill all your needs. What would you like?" she said as she
ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her firm breasts
against his face. Attempting to see if what was happening was
actually happening or just a dream Mr. X took one of Sarah's erect
nipples between his lips and when she stopped swaying and leaned
forward more he took in the tender flesh of her breast and sucked
it stopping occasionally to nibble her nipple. He stopped his
feeding at her breast and looked at her like a hurt puppy.
"Can I put it in your rear-end?" he asked sheepishly expecting a
negative response.
"Whatever you want honey. Would you like to put your cock in my
tight little ass?" she said encouragingly.
"Yes, I would like that a lot." said Mr. X with a little
confidence.
Suddenly he realized where he was, who he was with and what was
going on. He wanted her ass badly which was strange since this was
a feeling new to him but his cock was hard and his balls ached to
pump his thick seed into her bum-hole so that was what he had to
do. Sarah had turned around on the desk and she was now on her
hands and knees with her rear-end facing her boss. Mr. X stood up
and dropped his pants and pulled his briefs down to his ankles
exposing his long, hard love pistol. He stared briefly at the
small, round, white ass covered in part by the pink cotton panties
that were slightly wedged between Sarah's luscious ass-cheeks. He
pulled the panties away from her warm pussy and began to finger her
clit. Sarah moaned lightly while he continued to tickle her clit
and then slid a finger into her wet hole. Feeling like his cock
would explode if he didn't take her soon he stopped fingering her,
pulled the pink panties over her waist, out of her ass-crack and
down to her knees. With a little assistance from Sarah he pulled
them the rest of the way off and threw them to the floor. She
separated her knees and moved back a little more where he could
take full advantage of her nether hole. First he slid his
throbbing meat into her cunt to provide some lubrication for his
rear-entry. She let out a moan as he buried his cock into her love
tunnel up to his balls. He kept it there a moment and then slowly
withdrew it bringing some more sighs of pleasure from Sarah. The
head of his cock had grown even larger after it's journey into
Sarah's hot hole. He placed the swollen head at the entrance of
her asshole and situated himself for the entry. He grabbed his
shaft and began to push it into her small, brown hole. It went in
slowly at first bringing a series of grunts from Sarah and then it
slid in the rest of the way. Mr. X was amazed at the tightness he
felt inside Sarah's rear. The constriction was so great he could
feel the pulse of the blood pumping through his meat. He then
began moving his cock slowly in and out of Sarah's tight hole. He
became so engrossed in the pleasure, his stiff tool came all the
way out and he had to stuff it back in causing a small scream from
Sarah. He continued to pound away at her ass, his phallus moving
deep inside her bowels while his balls swayed back and forth
occasionally smacking her bush. Sarah moved with him all the time
while her moans became longer and louder and she tossed her head
back and yelled when one of his thrusts went particularly deep and
hard.
Being his fist experience at anal sex, the tightness was to
much for Mr. X to take for long and after a couple of minutes of
reaming Sarah's hole he felt his balls begin to pulsate. At this
point he rammed his cock all the way into Sarah's insides and held
on to her waist for dear life. Knowing he was at his end, Sarah
met his final thrust, clenched her teeth, tightened every muscle in
her body and threw back her head in one final scream. Mr. X's
balls let loose and a stream of hot, white love juice began
squirting out of his love pump deep inside Sarah. His pumping tool
soon subsided with it's emissions and he withdrew it slowly from
the tight space it had occupied leaving Sarah's little, brown hole
sore and full of his hot, living seed, some of which was oozing
from the ravaged orifice like tears from an eye. Mr. X held Sarah
tightly for a while before leaving to go back to his hotel, a new
man.
Mr. X recovered from his marriage just as Sarah had promised
him and became a totally different man, especially when it comes to
sex. Something inside him, possibly caused from the psychological
effects of watching his wife get fucked in the ass by a big dick,
causes Mr. X to have a constant and unfulfilled need for anal sex.
Although he continues from time to time to fuck his secretary Sarah
in the ass, he is constantly on the prow for some good butt-fucking
wherever, whenever and from whomever he can get it. Therefore,
from this point onward I shall refer to Mr. X as.....The Anal
Invader. (to be continued...)
If you liked The Anal Invader Part 1 and are interested in
hearing more stories about him, please let me know by e-mail.
'Allen'
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