The Art of Anal: Addendum

The Art of Anal: Addendum

NOTE: The correct order to read The Art of Anal series chronologically is 1 through 10 followed by Coda and this one.

Thursday was a difficult day for me. The funeral of my deceased family member occurred on Tuesday. Today was the cremation, and I had to hold it in the port city of Fremantle. Not that this place held any significance to my relative, but it was a suburb I knew well, and its cemetery was world-renowned because it housed the grave of AC/DC's legendary singer, Bon Scott.

As I made my way by train to Fremantle, my thoughts of Leah and her filthy fuck pig antics on Tuesday evening would not leave my mind. We reconnected after nearly fifteen years and fucked up a storm of memorable proportions, she was a trip down memory lane.

"It's going to be a busy and difficult day," I replied to Leah while photographing panoramic Perth Water from Kings Park, "I have to get to Freo shortly, and I'm not sure how long I'll be there."

"Keep me updated," She replied, "Because I'd like to buy you a drink after."

"I'd like that, and I will," I signed off as I began my journey to the crematorium.

There were inevitable delays with the cremation, and this delayed my return to Perth. Leah kept asking about my whereabouts, which quickly became irritable, given that I was not the master of my situation.

With the cremation arrangements finally over, I boarded a train and sent Leah a confirming text. She replied with a chilling message.

"Guess who I just heard from?" My heart sank when I realised who Leah was referring to.

"Paula saw your Facebook post?"

"Instagram, actually," Leah replied, "Hubby doesn't know about that secret account."

Leah was and remained an adulterous whore. She railed an untold number of men over the years, picking up guys on the street, in malls and food courts, often with little interaction. An unexpected pregnancy in her fifties, after banging a random, curtailed her ability to play the field. She dishonestly ascribed the pregnancy to her husband, but to their credit, they remained together and raised the child in a loving two-parent household.

Two days ago, while meeting for the first time in 15 years, Leah confessed her historical love for me, which I did not take seriously. Shortly after that, her anus was choking the life out of my cock in a notorious Perth dogging location. Still, I retained a strong attraction to Leah, and we had kept in touch over the years after I left WA for NSW following an incident with a mutual former friend of hers. At 65 years old, Leah looked terrific with a slim figure, big boobs, tight arse and an insatiable sexual appetite.

"What did she say?" I asked with a heavy heart because her betrayal still stung despite all these years.

"Only to ask me if I planned to meet up with you."

"Your response?"

"Silence at the moment."

"Until I leave Perth?" I suggested.

"Maybe," Replied Leah, "Keep her hanging because she'd do you in a heartbeat, but I might hurt her instead."

"Why?"

"Lord knows, she's earned some hurt because it was not just you."

"I was the first?"

"Second technically, after her husband," Leah texted, "There is a long body count."

"As long as yours?" I cheekily replied.

"Admittedly, I have slept with a ton of men," Leah agreed, "But I broke no hearts or ruined marriages."

"Fuck!" I text back in anger and wonderment at Paula's emotional destruction.

"Yeah, she became a piece of work."

At this point, my colleague noticed my overt texting, and I had to mute the conversation politely until I could make a dignified exit. Until then, I continued polite conversation, but my thoughts continually drifted towards Leah and Paula.

It was wrong and a bad psychological move, but I was curious about what Paula looked like after fifteen years. Leah had aged amazingly, slim body, big bust and shapely butt, despite one late birth over the years.

Once I said my goodbyes to my brother's friend, I departed the Belgium Beer Café and returned to the Novotel on Adelaide Terrace. My phone pinged constantly with texts from Leah.

"Paula wants to connect with you," She wrote with an angry face attached.

"Do it tomorrow if you must," I replied, "Will this affect tonight's date?"

"Of course not," Leah replied and sent me a selfie.

"You're at the Fenians Bar?" I asked.

"Yep, waiting for you," She said, "And enjoying my Guinness."

"I will join you in ten minutes," I responded and quickened my walking pace.

In less time than I promised, I walked into the Fenians Bar, and there was Leah in a stunning red dress or gown, made up to the nines and looking a million dollars.

"Tonight was JJ's [the bastard son named after me] book recital at school," Leah said after we embraced and kissed, "So don't think this look is just for you."

"It's smoking hot," I wondered after sitting down with my pint of black goodness.

"Do you want to see something that isn't?" Leah asked, retrieving her phone from her handbag.

"The correct response is probably no," I said, dreading that Leah was about to show me.

"This is 2023 Paula, not shy of me by a few years," Leah said, showing me several images on her phone from her Instagram feed, "Behold the face of a destructive slut."

Leah's rhetoric did not sit well with me, but the screen images were captivating. Paula, the only true love of my life, looked like a wreck. I turned away in horror, repulsed by her fall from grace.

"It's been heading in that way for several years," Leah lamented, "Booze, drugs, welfare, fast food, self-abuse, whatever, all of it."

"Fucking hell," I exclaimed, "In the late noughties, we were engaging in intimate gangbangs, threesomes and other playful activity."

"It all seemed so youthful," Leah said, "But subsequent life choices."

Leah seemed a little callous to me, but there may have been some history after I departed the scene that poisoned the well. In any case, seeing my ex, whom I loved deeply in the day, depressed me more than the cremation of my late brother.

"Now you know," Said Leah, gently taking my hand, "It's not all bad."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"I lied to my husband and said I was having an evening with my friends," Leah smiled, leaning in for a kiss, "So, we have from now until midnight."

"You are the most magnificent slut I have ever known!"

"I might even take your loads back to him."

"My room?" I asked, "Or another imaginative dogging spot somewhere in this great metropolis?"

"Take me upstairs."

Moments later, we walked into my hotel room, which overlooked the eastern portion of Perth Water towards Heirisson Island, Burswood Casino, Optus Stadium and the suburb where I used to live.

"This room is huge!" Leah marvelled.

It was. Aside from the king bed, there was a kitchenette - not that I was self-catering while in Perth - a lounge, dining table and a micro-office. The drawback was the somewhat dated bathroom.

"I miss those times," Sighed Leah said as she gazed at the twinkling lights in the sooty blackness from the window. "So many memories."

"Lathlain Oval remains my favourite," I said, gripping Leah's waist while we stared into the distance, "Followed closely by your double anal experience."

"Oh, yeah," Agreed Leah, "They were great."

"Did you ever lick Paula's pussy again after we broke up?" I asked Leah, curious because their bisexuality triggered our meeting.

"No," Said Leah, "I've only been with one woman since I gave birth to Atty, and she blew my mind."

"You still see her?"

"Occasionally, but not as much as I'd like," Was the reply, "Life gets in the way."

"It always does."

"You still digging men?"

"Not for many years," I said, leaving my comment there.

"Watching you fucking a man remains one of the most erotic experiences of my life," Leah whispered while she ground her arse into my crotch, "I masturbate to those images to this day."

"And you lezzing out was hot as fuck!" I breathed into Leah's ear and cupped her breasts.

"Would you like to share a bottle of champagne?" I asked before sarcastically correcting myself, "Sorry, Australian sparkling wine?"

"Oh, you're such a gentleman," Leah teased and accepted the drinks card, "I'd love to."

After settling on a choice, I placed the order, and minutes later, the wine arrived in a chiller with two crystal glasses.

"Thank you," Leah kissed me after we clinked glasses.

"Mm, lovely!" We both agreed after taking a sip.

We lay on the couch spooning, drinking, chatting and kissing. Comfortable and chemistry were undeniable. I did not think for a minute that, despite Leah's confession the other night, anything tangible would have happened between us all those years ago. Her reckless pregnancy killed any chance. However, Leah seemed comfortable in her skin and did not regret the latest edition to her family.

Ethically, I doubted Leah could ever be in a monogamous relationship. I suspected her husband knew about Leah's adventures outside of the marital bed, maybe even joined in on occasion. It's not my concern, though, as I gently caressed Leah's svelte figure.

"Mm, I could spend all night drinking and chatting with you," Sighed Leah after we finally drained the bottle.

"So could I."

"Well, we can do that," Leah said, rolling off me and standing up, "Or we can play."

"We can't do both," I conceded.

"No, we can't," Leah replied while reaching behind; she unzipped her red dress and let it drop to her feet before turning to me.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, reveling at the sexy lingerie combo that assaulted my eyes.

"You like?"

"Fuck me!" I replied, staggered, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Neither has my husband," Leah giggled, "Bought these alluring items and some other treats today ahead of our date."

The vision in front of me was breathtaking! Leah's graceful body was clad in the most alluring lingerie I had ever seen a woman. Leah wore, as best as I can describe it, an all-black lace halter garter, babydoll fishnet body suit with matching sheer stockings and panties that glistened in the low lighting of the hotel room.

"None of these came from Target."

"Oh, no," Leah giggled, "I treated myself today in more ways than one!"

"Please, spill the beans?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Leah cooed as she lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, "I'm yours for the unpacking!"

After almost falling off the couch, I regained my balance and undressed slowly in front of my cheating date while she rubbed her crotch provocatively.

"Mm, I'm getting nice and wet," Leah said after I discarded my boxer shorts and showed off my impressive boner.

"Join me, lover."

I slid up the bed, and we fell into a deep embrace, kissing sensuously with our hands exploring each other's body. I slipped the band that held the body suit in place over Leah's head, and her boobs spilt out.

"Hello, my friends," I said, cupping one on my hand. "I haven't seen you in a while."

As Leah rolled onto her back, I was free to suck on her generous nipples while snaking a hand down her slender body to her nether regions. I slipped into her lacey panties. Her hairless crotch pulsed gently as I explored.

"Any surprises yet?" Leah chuckled.

My fingers probed further south and reached the entrance to her snatch.

"Well, you're dripping wet," I replied, "But that's no surprise."

"Go further down," Leah encouraged.

"Ah," I said as my digit made contact with a metallic object, "You cheeky minx, a butt plug!"

"Yes," Giggled Leah with the innocence of a succubus, "I bought it today with the lingerie."

"Neither Myer nor David Jones sells lingerie and sex toys!"

"I know," Laughed Leah, "I went to another 'high end' establishment."

"Oh, yes, and that was?"

"The Pink Rabbit in town."

"Oh, yes, that's a real step up!" I laughed.

When I worked at a stockbroking firm long ago, two colleagues and I went to lunch one day. I forget the pretext for our visit, but we happened to walk inside the Pink Rabbit. This adult emporium stocks everything from lingerie and toys to books, magazines, VHS and DVDs. There was even an ominous-looking area out the back of the store.

During our impromptu visit, the friendly female staffer eagerly explained some of the more intricate applications of certain sex toys, which we males found her forward nature surprising. We howled with laughter when we departed. I have not been in a sex shop since I left Perth.

"Yes, the staffer was most helpful," Leah chuckled, "Helped me out immensely.

I let her nipples fall from my mouth and looked into Leah's amused gaze. She encouraged me to keep the questions coming. I already knew the answer but asked the question anyway.

"You received a bonus gift, didn't you?"

"Yes," She giggled.

"Man or woman?"

"A woman, silly!"

"She took you out the back?" I sighed.

"The shop was closed for nearly thirty minutes while we ate each other's pussies."

"Jeebus," I groaned, "You can't keep a lid on it!"

"The opportunity was there; we both were horny, so we went with it."

How history repeats itself. Leah's daughter had a best friend, Bella, with whom I had fun back in the day. On one occasion, when I was teaching Bella the art of anal, we visited an adult store in Mount Lawley. The female running the show there seduced Bella. It must take a certain type of person to work in such establishments. They must be horny all day from being surrounded by adult material, and I imagine there are so many outlets and opportunities to engage in sexual activity.

"Was she good?" I asked.

"She was half my age, and it showed," Leah chuckled, "However, it was good to experience a woman, for it's been a while."

"Attractive?"

"Beautiful, but inexperienced."

"Glad you had fun," I said before resuming my nipple sucking and clit circling.

Leah moaned deeply, and her body began reacting in the way I knew to such stimulation. My cock was immensely hard, but like the previous two nights, I was in no rush, wanting to take my time and immerse myself in these unique sexual encounters.

Shortly, Leah thundered to orgasm, her body shaking and breath panting loudly. After recovering, I was forced on my back, and Leah scooted down the bed, spread my legs and went to town on my cock, balls and arsehole. She knew my style and applied her special skills enthusiastically. Soon, my crotch was a dripping mess, just like it should be.

After some time passed, Leah stopped pleasuring me. She laid on her back and spread her legs, spreading her dripping pussy lips with the plug sparkling in the ambient light.

"I'm ready," She cooed.

Positioned at her side, I ran my hands across her thighs several times before toying with the butt plug, gently removing it so that the widest part stretched her muscle before letting go so that the toy was immediately sucked back inside her butt.

"You know what I want," Giggled Leah, I want your tongue down there, I want your cock in there, and I want you to come in my pussy."

"That'd mean less for your sexy arse," I said, toying with the plug, "Plus, my big load will leak out of you before you get home."

Leah thought for a second before agreeing.

"Okay, you can do my arse first and then my pussy," She said, "Agreed?"

"You know I'm good for it."

"Mm, you most certainly are," Leah smiled before leaning in for a sensual kiss, "But first, let's get you naked."

Leah tugged at my jeans and the pesky belt while I removed my jumper and t-shirt. Pushing her onto the end of the bed, I cupped her doll-like head in my hands and bent over for a passionate kiss. Ignoring the struggle with the belt, Leah began squeezing my rapidly growing bulge. Minutes later though, she was demanding the removal of my jeans and began enthusiastically throating my cock like a woman possessed.

Alternating between gripping the base of my twitching pole and cupping my rapidly tightening nut sack, Leah mouth worked its practiced magic hitting the back of her throat and emerging dripping in saliva.

"Grab my hair," She gasped repeatedly, encouraging me to force her to head me harder.

Leah made a seal at the base and held her lips in place for as long as the air in her lungs would permit before pulling back with an almighty roar, desperate for an emergency breath, her cheeks reddening and eyes flowing, staining her makeup.

Eager to get a final crack at Leah's luscious arsehole, I reluctantly pulled out throat and pushed her, unceremoniously, onto her back. She loved her manhandled and rough play as long as it was within a safe and trusting environment.

Leah pulled her legs back and exposed her holes like a wannabe porn whore. Her inviting cunt was red with anger, leaking profusely and giving off an aroma more intoxicating that her classy perfume. Without a second thought, I lapped at her pussy and clit like a madman, while tugging at the base of the plug to heighten her pleasure.

"Oh, fuck!" Leah moaned over and over again.

After quickly climaxing, she begged me to remove the plug and go to work on her arsehole. Gingerly I tightened my grip on the toy and slowly pulled. Her dirty hole reluctantly surrendered, and the tapered object emerged. We both gasped simultaneously with Leah enjoying a small orgasm.

Leah's sensitive pucker twitched and leaked a small dribble of a noxious looking fluid. Nothing seemed to matter during the erotic madness that took over my senses and I eagerly stabbed my tongue inside her rosette. The two of us panting excitedly. The taste was musky, exotic and mind-bending. Soon, the spongey muscle was sufficiently relaxed to accept a finger. She let out an appreciative moan and quickly begged for more.

"Yeah, come on," She constantly encouraged, "Get in there."

After spitting on the hole, two fingers led to three and then a fourth. How easily her O-ring accepted was truly impressive and I wondered if she could take my entire hand, or fist. After all, Leah once did a double anal session with me and another guy while Paula looked on in disbelief. As this happened, I was snarling like a maddened dog.

"Stick that fucking big dick up my shitter!" Leah growled as I mercilessly fingered her greasy bung with eighty percent of my hand.

Despite the rough treatment, Leah's hole, presented to me in the doggy position, was still plenty tight as I eased my raging prick deep inside until my balls nestled against her dripping cunt.

"There you go," Leah crowed before hysterically giggling.

Being so relaxed and turned on, there was no going slow with Leah. She demanded a hard, fast and deep buggering, constantly begging for more. Phrases like, "Come on", "Fuck it", "Feel those balls slapping my pussy" and so forth frequently spilled from her dirty mouth.

From doggy we change to missionary where Leah grabbed my hand and placed it on her throat and told me to squeeze until her face went to deep crimson. It was hard to tell where on orgasm ended and another began.

"Yeah, use my arsehole, baby!"

We were two wild animals engaged in the most intimate hardcore acts with nothing but hedonistic pleasure driving us.

As we switched to the cowboy position, Leah did her usual trick of tasting my anus-smeared cock without being asked and without batting an eye lid.

"Fuck, my arse tastes good," She muttered to herself.

Climbing on top of me, Leah grabbed my cock and directed it to her gaping pucker and rode me hard. By now, sweat poured from our bodies and the room smelt of hardcore filth.

"I'm going to come," I hissed suddenly surprised by the spped of my incoming orgasm.

"Fill me up, lover boy," Leah panted as my hips slammed into her body.

"Oh, fuck," I yelled as my balls let rip inside Leah's dirty hole.

"Shit, I felt that!" Leah exclaimed as my first rope of hot jism hit the inside of her bung.

For seconds, I lost all grip on reality but was brought back to reality when Leah flexed her muscle to finally drain my spent cock. She collapsed on me, two exhausted and sweaty bodies mashed together in volcanic heat.

Eventually, my semi-flaccid cock exited Leah's shitter with a satisfying pop. Neither said anything while we regained our breath.

"You're leaking," I observed after feeling something drip onto my withered sack.

"I can feel it, put the plug back inside," Leah chuckled, "Can't waste a drop."

I grabbed the sparkly toy from the bedside and gently plugged the leaking hole before too much seed was lost.

"That feels good," Sighed Leah before she rolled on her back.

Our chests heaved and our bodies drenched in sweat. It was after 10 PM, and the sands of time were rapidly slipping away. We both needed time to recharge, so I ordered another bottle of wine.

"I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight," Leah said after thrusting her phone in my face, "So, it's now or never to fulfil your side of the bargain."

"And what bargain is that?" I teased.

"To make my pussy purr."

"Then let's get started," I smiled and placed my half-drunk glass on the bedside.

Eagerly scooting between her spread legs, I parted her hairless lips and licked her dripping hole mercilessly until her clit had recovered enough for my tongue to deliver the coup de grace.

No recovery was needed for the second act. Leah pulled me into her pussy as we shared a passionate kiss. I fucked her sopping box in a variety of positions, each dictated by my eager date. When Leah stuck her arse high in the air, it took all my self-control not to bust my nuts, but I wanted to finish off in the missionary position because I wanted Leah to see my eyes when I came.

I flipped Leah's lithe frame onto her back, pulled her legs back and pushed my swollen cock back into her dripping cunt.

"You going to come inside me?" Leah groaned.

"Yes, and you're going to watch me come inside you," I hissed, my eyes stinging from the sweat that poured from my body.

"My pussy needs your seed so badly," She purred with intense anticipation.

The end of me did not take long, and I erupted deep inside Leah's sopping box, swearing loudly and jerking wildly.

Once my orgasm subsided, which was surprisingly strong, Leah pulled me down so that our heads rested against each other.

"I love you," She whispered in my ear.

Leah made a deliberate admission, and it greatly impacted me, given the week's melancholy events.

Leah's powerful pussy muscles eventually expelled my flaccid cock, and I rolled onto my back, exhausted.

"Two of my three holes are satisfied," Leah giggled, "Just one left."

"You don't have the time," I chuckled, "I don't have anything left in the tank."

"There's got to be something," Leah smiled after reaching for her glass, "I'm thirsty."

Leah sounded perfectly slutty, like her old self from times past. I would have really enjoyed a blowjob to end the evening and indeed the week. After two mind breaking orgasms, I doubted my ability to get hard again, no matter how much I wanted to.

"Tomorrow at a minimum," I sighed, exhausted, "You want a shower?"

"Nah, I'll have one at home," Leah replied, "Plus, I want to feel slutty and used when I get home."

"You up for a golden?" I enquired.

"Always," Leah chuckled, "However that would be too obvious."

"Next time then?"

"Don't make it too long between visits."

We drank more wine before Leah rolled off the bed and attempted to retrieve her clothes intertwined with mine scattered across the floor before fixing her face in the bathroom. I grabbed my boxers and watched with disappointment as Leah dressed. As used and slutty as she looked, Leah was stunning, and my imminent departure from Perth, the city of so many emotional memories, tugged at my heart.

After a long embrace, Leah left my room and me alone in the darkness and silence. I stared out the window at the sparkling lights draining the remaining champagne, reflecting on the highs and lows of my visit to Australia's most isolated city.

Before drifting off to sleep, Leah sent me a text that read, "Thank you for a wonderful time. Please come back again soon." Sitting by the departure gate, I solemnly promised to return to Leah's comforting embrace.