Copyright Deni Wom 2004
He sat there, his beloved Staci in his arms, draped over his shoulder where she had passed out. ‘My GOD!’ he thought, ‘what the hell was that all about. They were propositioning my wife right in front of me? And thinking I would want to watch them fuck her? SHIT!’ But his cock began to twitch at the very thought of seeing their big black cocks plunging into her whiteness, then withdrawing as her tiny little pussy suckled their huge shafts as they pulled out, only to fuck back into her little body again.
His legs started to go to sleep where the toilet seat cut into his hamstrings and under his knees. Pretty soon he wouldn’t be able to walk if he stood up. Still she remained motionless in his arms. ‘My god, she must have cum hard!’ he thought. ‘I wonder if it was me inside her, or them out there talking about fucking her that turned her on so much?’ Then he remembered that she had told him she was so horny right after she danced with Wade, and then again after she had danced with LeRoy. Must have been her pussy grinding up and down on their big black shafts while she danced with them, he decided. But no, she had said it was his eyes watching her. But then of course she would say that, she would try to mislead him, so he wouldn’t guess, but he already knew that she was fucking around on him. He had seen the cum in her underwear, how could that be doubted? But…. She had not even tried to hide that. It was like she had deliberately placed them there for him to find, and made sure he knew she saw him find them. Nothing made any sense. Fuck!
My God, she had said that word! She had said “Fuck!” He had never heard her say that before. She barely said “shit” when she was really angry, much less “fuck!” His head was swimming and he felt a headache coming on. He was thinking way too much recently. His headache came on with a roar, and he could not even stand up to walk it off. It felt like it had been a couple of hours since she passed out on top of him, but looking at his watch, it had been only about five minutes.
She stirred softly, and slowly sat up, looking around as if confused. Then she looked at his face and her succulent lips moved down to softly kiss his mouth. A soft tender loving kiss that lingered for forever. He felt sudden shame that he doubted her fidelity. GOD! He was going nuts over this.
“I love you Bobbi, more than words can say. Thank you for letting me bring you in here and make love to you!”
She had called it making love this time. To him, make love to HIM! What the hell did that mean? They had fucked like animals as they listened to two strangers talk about their propositioning her on the dance floor. And what had Wade said? He had asked her to go on an overnight trip with him? Maybe that is how he would finally know, if she came up with some excuse to go out of town on Saturday.
In a soft sexy voice she murmured into his ear “Wow Bobbi, ….. that was the most intense sex I have ever had honey. Thanks for being willing to spoil me like that! ……….. God was that something, baby. I have been feeling so sexy for about a month now honey. I can’t believe how turned on I am …………. all the time now.” Her naked nipples were rubbing his chest as she murmured into his ear. He could smell her perfume, soft, wet, sexy, inviting. Her breath was tantalizing his ear with its soft sibilance. The hair on the back of his neck erected stiffly.
Thinking back, he suddenly realized that their marital sex, even while they were courting, had been kind of mundane. Well, mundane in comparison to this for sure! But even on their honeymoon, she had not been particularly interested. Accepting of his advances, sure, but she had never initiated sex. In fact she had not initiated sex one single time since they were married. And then all of a sudden, this? Had being fucked by a huge thick black cock made her this way now. Maybe there WAS something to going black and not coming back. Would she soon tire of his little white weenie, and leave him for them. “Them,” the big cocked black men that he realized he envied beyond belief. Their huge cocks that made her so happy as they fucked her little cunt, her gorgeous legs over their powerful black shoulders as their huge stiff black cocks plundered her little white treasure.
“Honey, do you like the new me? The new sexually active me? Have you been cumming enough now, baby? Am I a better lover for you now?”
How could he do anything but say he loved the “new her?”
She smiled her most dazzling smile at him, and stood up, her breasts still uncovered, her skirt still around her waist, her tiny pussy lips still opened from his use of her. God, she had never been sexier to him than right now. He tried to stand, but his legs gave way and he toppled onto his chest on the restroom floor. He had never realized how badly a restroom floor smelled before. And his naked soft cock had landed, then scooted across it, gathering whatever was in the way. He felt mortified and shamed by his fall.
She reached own, her breasts giggling so enticingly as she helped him up. Still fully exposed, she knelt and massaged his legs for him. His cock, probably covered with restroom floor filth, did a small dance against her ear as she lovingly rubbed his legs. Her thighs were splayed wide, one on each side of his legs as she knelt before him, and he could still see her little innocent spread open pussy lips.
She stood, and put her arms around his neck. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, lovingly. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about how much he loved this incredibly good looking and sexy woman. Her naked breasts were against his shirt. Her hardening nipples scraped against his chest. His floor filthied cock winkled against her pussy. He became so very aware of her body as he stood there, kissing her, holding her, loving her.
Suddenly she disengaged, turned, opened the door to the cubicle, and stepped out of the handicapped cubicle into the restroom, her breasts still exposed, her pussy still bare. She strode to the urinal and looked down at her kitty. Reaching down, she pulled the top of her little lips up and pressed a steady stream of urine into the urinal. She put her head back and laughed a full bellied laugh as her lewd display of urinating like a male left her totally exposed to any man walking into the restroom.
When her stream had dwindled, she stepped back, turned so he could see her pussy, then ran her finger up her cleft, and licked the captured urine from her finger. She looked up at her husband and grinned wickedly.
“Let’s go back out there so I can dance with those hunky men again honey. I want to watch your eyes watch me dance. That turns me on so much as I ride their cocks while we dance, and you watch my every move. They were right, I did ride their cocks while we danced baby. I loved feeling their hardness against my clittie. They have huge cocks baby, both of them. God! Huge cocks honey, HUGE cocks!”
So there it was, it was their cocks that turned her on. NO! Wait! She said it was his eyes watching her ride their huge cocks. GOD DAMN IT! What the hell is going on here? She just admitted to me that she enjoyed riding their cocks. She just told me she knew how big they were! God! My wife is telling me she likes their huge cocks. GOD!
Wriggling like only a woman can, she caused her clothing to suddenly drop and cover her body. Without hesitation, she turned on her heel and walked to the door and out into the bar again. When he got back to the table, she was already on the dance floor with LeRoy. Her body was so close to his that not even a playing card would have fit between them.
Her pelvis was pressed onto his so tightly that there was no difference in the movements of their hips. He could see her slender hips riding his, her body totally pressed against his thick black cock. He knew LeRoy was stiff and hard and huge and his cock was rubbing his wife’s pussy, giving her cheap thrills as she danced in public, everyone seeing her as she allowed him to turn her on, to show everyone she was a cheap slut, to let the crowd watch her public seduction. The other dancers began to give them room as they caressed each other in mock sexual play. The crowd clapped as they titillated each other. Their eyes saw no one other than each other. Their hips grinding together, then turning back to front, and their hands caressing each other’s sexual organs without hesitation. Those big black hands moved over his wife’s breasts then down to her nearly naked pussy. He thought perhaps he could see her little innocent lips through the thin dress. He watched her little white hands press against LeRoy’s huge cock, clearly showing its outline under his white trousers to the crowd, and to her husband. God, it was HUGE!
He had to stand to see her now, as the rest of the patrons stood around the dance floor, clapping, watching the sexual display moving inexorably toward its prurient ending. His aching cock was so hard watching his beautiful innocent wife dance like a whore in a strip bar that he did not see his best friend walk up beside him.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Five
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“What’s the matter buddy? You look like you lost your best friend. And I know you didn’t, cause I am sitting right here!”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Marriage problems huh? What’d she do, catch you looking at another woman?”
“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it!”
“Ohhhh! I know! She is finally fucking around on you, just like my old lady was before I ditched her. Right? I told you buddy. You wouldn’t listen. But I told you didn’t I?”
“Yeah god damn it, you told me! What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?”
“NO SHIT!? She is fucking around on you? Who is he, the guy that is fucking her? Come on tell me the dirt you scum bag. Did you get to watch her fuck him? Did she do him right in your own bedroom while you sat there watching and, and jerking off as she fucked his ass?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP GOD DAMN IT!” He burst into tears. His shame at crying in public, in front of his best buddy, was almost as bad as having discovered her infidelity. But he couldn’t stop sobbing. He buried his face in his hands and tried with all his might to control the racking sobs. His mind was filled with the images of the last twelve hours. Her new panties lying there, covered in what could only be another man’s cum. The very panties and bra set he had bought her. Her pretty new bra, contaminated with another man’s cum. His awed images of her washing her vagina above him, seeing globs of her lover’s cum cascading from her opening, running down her legs, some even splashing onto his legs and crotch, then being flushed down the drain, her excitement at him watching her cleanse her lover’s seed from her womb, her warm wet fertile womb.
Suddenly all he could see in his mind was her black lover’s hard well muscled black buttocks fucking powerfully into her tight widely spread cunt lips, her moans and grunts and words of ecstasy as she came and came on his big black cock as he fucked her mercilessly under him to involuntary orgasm after orgasm, his seed filling her to the brim, then her panties, the new panties he had bought her, being placed over her defiled cunt opening and catching all of his black cum as it ran back out of her properly fucked cunt. He realized he was rock hard and his cock was aching even worse than last night.
“Come on buddy, lets blow this pop stand. Lets go over to Julies and watch the game, I can’t hear it here. Come on! We promised to show up there, remember?”
He realized he could not move, not even turn from the bar, his aching hard-on would be clearly visible to every single person in the bar. They would all laugh at him. His buddy would know that her cheating turned him on, for god’s sake. Oh shit, what to do now! Fake it. “Naw, I am going to stay here, you go ahead, Frank. I need to think.”
“OK, your loss, she makes great party snacks for the game bud.”
“Go on.”
He sat here for a long time, his glazed eyes watching the wordless game as the score mounted. His tears dried. He began to relax after his fourth Heineken. A couple of large, black, obviously athletic, men sat down a few stools from him. They seemed to really understand the game, and he found their comments about the players to be well thought out. He found himself intrigued with their obvious intelligence and understanding of the game. Finally he ventured an opinion. Their eyes surveyed him with quick understanding of his forlorn loneliness. They included him in their conversation. He felt like he had made some new friends. He bought them a round as the cliffhanger game continued to unfold before them.
“Here you are honey! I was watching the game at Julies. Did I screw up? I thought we were going to meet there?” His new friends both looked at his wife, their intelligent eyes surveying the perfect form of her toned and athletic body. Clearly they were interested in her. He knew he had to introduce her to them or be incredibly rude.
“Staci, this is Wade and LeRoy. Guys, this is my wife Staci.” He knew that they already had seen her wedding ring. So his statement of territoriality was unneeded. But he felt better having said it. He had staked his territoriality, just like he had the night before while he came on top of her lover’s cum. He felt better until his cock began to harden again. God, why did it ache so bad to have a hard-on now?
Staci slid onto the bar stool next to him and smiled prettily at his new friends. “So what you guys all so intrigued about, talking thick as thieves like that?”
His new friends started telling her how they felt the game should be coached, played, how the defense was being butchered, and so on. She listened to them talk, making cogent comments periodically. Soon they were including her in their conversation like one of the boys. He smiled, proud of his intelligent gorgeous wife.
He continued to watch the game as he felt his wife’s familiar hand slide gently onto his thigh under the table. He wondered briefly if her other hand was on Wade’s thigh. He felt unfamiliar shame as he realized that, damn, his cock was getting hard again at that thought!
Then his team scored a go-ahead touch down. He leapt from his stool in a glorious victory dance, prancing like the victor he suddenly felt like. Finally! God, so many years he had waited for this moment! WOW! His team had just defeated their last opponent before heading for the Super Bowl! He was absolutely elated. His troubles no longer filled his head.
They all moved to a table. He ordered another round. The animated conversation lasted for several hours as they talked about the upcoming Super Bowl, who would be the opposing team, and the merits of each potential adversary. And they drank beer.
Wade suddenly looked at Staci and asked her to dance. She looked coyly at her husband and asked “Would you mind Bobby?” What could he say? He just shook his head and waved her toward the dance floor. His eyes followed his sexy wife as she walked to dance with this man she barely knew. This BLACK man she barely knew. As they danced to the thumping beat, he realized she did not have a bra on. Her high perfect breasts were jiggling so tantalizingly. His painful erection pulsed back to life. The music changed to a slow dance, and Wade held her hand, holding her on the dance floor, pulling her delicate body to him as the sensuous music played.
They began to waltz together, their bodies in perfect synchronization. Her dance partner moved her about with the fluid grace of a master puppeteer moving his toy. Her husband watched his wife’s nipples become hard as they brushed Wade’s broad chest. Wade moved his dark skinned hand down to his wife’s hips, and pulled her crotch onto his. His eyes looked down her halter top, seeing those perfect, unfettered orbs swaying and giggling under his complete control and direction.
The black man’s cock had to be pressed against her pubic mound, he realized. She stared up into her dance partner’s eyes with an amused look in her eyes. They begin to talk as they danced. She giggled as she moved in perfect step with his athletic body. She never tried to move away from him for the rest of the dance.
Bob began to drift again, his worst fears right before him. His wife was in the arms of a black man;, her body was pressed against his. Her giggle and chatter were directed at this handsome athletic specimen of manhood. Her eyes were watching this black man’s face in rapturous enjoyment. He began to wonder if this was her lover. He lost his visual focus as his mind wandered to his fears. Was this the man who had deposited his sperm deep within her? Was this the man who had undressed her, caressed her body all over, played with his wife’s perfect breasts, raised her supple athletic legs over his shoulders, drove his black prick deep into her orgasming, spasming body? Was this who had filled her so full of black cum that it had flooded the panties he had bought her, given her; filled her cunt with sperm so full that there was gallons left inside her tiny body after she left her lover to come home to him, her body defiled by black cum? Was this the man who might make her pregnant, had filled her with his copious black cum, bred her deep and full with his potent black cum? 'Oh god, I have to stop THINKing about this,' he told himself!
Her small hand slid softly back onto his thigh, grazing the painfully hard erection bent horrible inside his trousers. She leaned to him and whispered, “Your eyes turned me on while I danced, the way you watched me dance baby. Your eyes made me horny!” He could feel her nearly naked erect nipple press against his bicep as she leaned against him.
LeRoy immediately asked her back onto the dance floor, and again she looked at him for his acquiescence. They danced three fast dances until the slow dance in the sequence came up. Again LeRoy held her on the dance floor, and they danced as one. LeRoy wasted no time pulling her delectable body tightly to his. Even her firm succulent breasts were squashed against his chest. Her pussy had to be riding right on LeRoy’s huge black cock he realized. ‘God, that huge black cock is caressing my wife’s cunt and clit like a vibrator. God, she is already turned on she said. Oh God, oh god, he is going to make her not want me any more! He is going to make her a black cock slut! She will want them to fuck her now, not me! Shit, how the hell can I compete with those black handsome athletic intelligent black huge thick black cocked men? She will want THEIR black cocks all the time now, not my little white one. I’ll bet their cocks are twice my size! She will laugh at my tiny white prick after being with them.’ His panic was almost overwhelming him. His breath was ragged in fear. All of the stories of women “trying black and never going back” whipped him into a state of frantic demoralization.
Again she slid in beside him, her hand going to his aching lump, her fingernails began to scrape lightly along his painful bulge. She leaned over and kissed his neck, then his ear lobe. Her breath caressed his ear as she whispered lustily, “God baby, I am so hot, . . . . lets do something kinky baby. I have to cum, lets go into the men’s restroom and you can fuck me there, OK Baby? God I need that rigid cock shaft in me right NOW baby!” She continued to caress him, running her fingers up and down his incredibly hard prick. Finally she stood, grabbing his hand, pulling him up, and leading him toward the restrooms. He was too stunned to protest, to tell her “NO! I have a very conspicuous hard-on!”
By the way! When did she start using the word “FUCK?” What is going on here? My wife never says that word. She scolds me so badly when I say it, for god’s sake!
He was in total shock as she forcefully dragged him into the Men’s restroom door without even stopping to see if any other men were in there. Not pausing for an instant, she dragged him into the handicapped stall at the far end of the row of toilet stalls, and turned to him after hurriedly latching the door behind her. She told him to get up on the toilet and stand there. As he wavered there precariously, she unzipped him, pulling his trousers and boxers down in one swift jerk. His cock sprang free, striking her forehead. Not even slowing her rapid motions, her eager mouth chased his cock head as it bounced to a halt. Finding her rigid wobbling target, she pushed her head forward, taking almost all of his rigid cock into her panting mouth in one deep suck. She started bobbing her head on him as he stood there, watching his ravenous wife’s lust filled eyes cross eyed on his cock as she sucked it greedily. ‘God, she likes to suck cock now that she has been broken in by them,’ he thought!
She voraciously suckled his penis until she sensed he was close, then pulled her mouth from his body and pulled him down to sit on the porcelain throne. She pulled up her dress, and as he realized she had on no panties, mounted his aching prick, taking it deep within her on first penetration. She had been horny all right, she was as wet as he had ever seen her.
The outer restroom door opened and two sets of footsteps walked to the urinals. Though obviously listening intently, she never even paused in her ravenous utilization of his body. Her teeth were biting her lower lips as she neared her orgasm. He heard the sound of urine splashing as she rabidly fucked his cock in the most lewd display of female need he had ever experienced.
“My god LeRoy, that little Staci woman is hot! Did you see her riding my cock while we danced?”
“Yeah Wade, you see her almost fuckin’ mine while we danced too? Those tits a hers are incredible. You know, I think we could ride her hard an put her away wet, bro!”
In the middle of her orgasm she almost burst out laughing as she continued to rise and fall rapidly on his aching shaft. She smashed her lips against his to smother her involuntary moans. Pulling up her top, she guided his hands to her ripe breasts, smashing his finger and thumb onto her steely nipples. He realized that her nipples were as hard as his penis.
“Can you imagine riding that fuckin little white body , fuckin her deep like only a Brotha can? Filling her slut cunt with our big thick cocks while she cums and cums. I bet her little white dick husband would want to watch that, don’t you? He looks to me like a man would watch his wife get fucked by us niggas.”
“Yeah, watch us fuck his little white wife and then he clean her out afta we be done. We out to ask her over after we leave heya, see if she want some a our sugar. Learn what black cock is like! Now we be talkin’!”
Her intense orgasms were clamping his cock inside her with a viciousness he had never felt before. Her eyes were clamped so tightly shut as her face was in the agony of orgasm that he could not hold his cum back. As her pussy milked his cock savagely, he spurted all he had into her needy wetness. Her orgasm continued on after his, still milking him, still demanding her due. He began to feel the pain in the head of his penis that post-orgasm brings when the stimulation does not stop. His sensitive cock softened rapidly and as he pulled his hips back, it dropping from within her. Her hand frantically replaced his cock, and she frigged her self mercilessly as she listened to the two black men talk about her body, what they would do to her, and how much of a slut they hoped she was. The sounds of their water tinkling just a few feet away from her as they talked about her body in such graphic terms refueled her orgasm while they finished their urination. The sounds of them shuffling as they returned their black cocks to their trousers, then zipped up, triggered another cascade of orgasms for her. She passed out in her husband’s arms as the two black men turned to leave
“Ya know, LeRoy, I already asked her out. Asked her to go to the football game with me next Saturday in Eugene. She giggled, but I could tell she was int’rested.”
“No shit, what’id she say?”
“She looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and giggled, ya know that sexy little chuckle a hers, and then she………….” The bathroom door closed with a swoosh as they walked out.
“What’s the matter buddy? You look like you lost your best friend. And I know you didn’t, cause I am sitting right here!”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Marriage problems huh? What’d she do, catch you looking at another woman?”
“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it!”
“Ohhhh! I know! She is finally fucking around on you, just like my old lady was before I ditched her. Right? I told you buddy. You wouldn’t listen. But I told you didn’t I?”
“Yeah god damn it, you told me! What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?”
“NO SHIT!? She is fucking around on you? Who is he, the guy that is fucking her? Come on tell me the dirt you scum bag. Did you get to watch her fuck him? Did she do him right in your own bedroom while you sat there watching and, and jerking off as she fucked his ass?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP GOD DAMN IT!” He burst into tears. His shame at crying in public, in front of his best buddy, was almost as bad as having discovered her infidelity. But he couldn’t stop sobbing. He buried his face in his hands and tried with all his might to control the racking sobs. His mind was filled with the images of the last twelve hours. Her new panties lying there, covered in what could only be another man’s cum. The very panties and bra set he had bought her. Her pretty new bra, contaminated with another man’s cum. His awed images of her washing her vagina above him, seeing globs of her lover’s cum cascading from her opening, running down her legs, some even splashing onto his legs and crotch, then being flushed down the drain, her excitement at him watching her cleanse her lover’s seed from her womb, her warm wet fertile womb.
Suddenly all he could see in his mind was her black lover’s hard well muscled black buttocks fucking powerfully into her tight widely spread cunt lips, her moans and grunts and words of ecstasy as she came and came on his big black cock as he fucked her mercilessly under him to involuntary orgasm after orgasm, his seed filling her to the brim, then her panties, the new panties he had bought her, being placed over her defiled cunt opening and catching all of his black cum as it ran back out of her properly fucked cunt. He realized he was rock hard and his cock was aching even worse than last night.
“Come on buddy, lets blow this pop stand. Lets go over to Julies and watch the game, I can’t hear it here. Come on! We promised to show up there, remember?”
He realized he could not move, not even turn from the bar, his aching hard-on would be clearly visible to every single person in the bar. They would all laugh at him. His buddy would know that her cheating turned him on, for god’s sake. Oh shit, what to do now! Fake it. “Naw, I am going to stay here, you go ahead, Frank. I need to think.”
“OK, your loss, she makes great party snacks for the game bud.”
“Go on.”
He sat here for a long time, his glazed eyes watching the wordless game as the score mounted. His tears dried. He began to relax after his fourth Heineken. A couple of large, black, obviously athletic, men sat down a few stools from him. They seemed to really understand the game, and he found their comments about the players to be well thought out. He found himself intrigued with their obvious intelligence and understanding of the game. Finally he ventured an opinion. Their eyes surveyed him with quick understanding of his forlorn loneliness. They included him in their conversation. He felt like he had made some new friends. He bought them a round as the cliffhanger game continued to unfold before them.
“Here you are honey! I was watching the game at Julies. Did I screw up? I thought we were going to meet there?” His new friends both looked at his wife, their intelligent eyes surveying the perfect form of her toned and athletic body. Clearly they were interested in her. He knew he had to introduce her to them or be incredibly rude.
“Staci, this is Wade and LeRoy. Guys, this is my wife Staci.” He knew that they already had seen her wedding ring. So his statement of territoriality was unneeded. But he felt better having said it. He had staked his territoriality, just like he had the night before while he came on top of her lover’s cum. He felt better until his cock began to harden again. God, why did it ache so bad to have a hard-on now?
Staci slid onto the bar stool next to him and smiled prettily at his new friends. “So what you guys all so intrigued about, talking thick as thieves like that?”
His new friends started telling her how they felt the game should be coached, played, how the defense was being butchered, and so on. She listened to them talk, making cogent comments periodically. Soon they were including her in their conversation like one of the boys. He smiled, proud of his intelligent gorgeous wife.
He continued to watch the game as he felt his wife’s familiar hand slide gently onto his thigh under the table. He wondered briefly if her other hand was on Wade’s thigh. He felt unfamiliar shame as he realized that, damn, his cock was getting hard again at that thought!
Then his team scored a go-ahead touch down. He leapt from his stool in a glorious victory dance, prancing like the victor he suddenly felt like. Finally! God, so many years he had waited for this moment! WOW! His team had just defeated their last opponent before heading for the Super Bowl! He was absolutely elated. His troubles no longer filled his head.
They all moved to a table. He ordered another round. The animated conversation lasted for several hours as they talked about the upcoming Super Bowl, who would be the opposing team, and the merits of each potential adversary. And they drank beer.
Wade suddenly looked at Staci and asked her to dance. She looked coyly at her husband and asked “Would you mind Bobby?” What could he say? He just shook his head and waved her toward the dance floor. His eyes followed his sexy wife as she walked to dance with this man she barely knew. This BLACK man she barely knew. As they danced to the thumping beat, he realized she did not have a bra on. Her high perfect breasts were jiggling so tantalizingly. His painful erection pulsed back to life. The music changed to a slow dance, and Wade held her hand, holding her on the dance floor, pulling her delicate body to him as the sensuous music played.
They began to waltz together, their bodies in perfect synchronization. Her dance partner moved her about with the fluid grace of a master puppeteer moving his toy. Her husband watched his wife’s nipples become hard as they brushed Wade’s broad chest. Wade moved his dark skinned hand down to his wife’s hips, and pulled her crotch onto his. His eyes looked down her halter top, seeing those perfect, unfettered orbs swaying and giggling under his complete control and direction.
The black man’s cock had to be pressed against her pubic mound, he realized. She stared up into her dance partner’s eyes with an amused look in her eyes. They begin to talk as they danced. She giggled as she moved in perfect step with his athletic body. She never tried to move away from him for the rest of the dance.
Bob began to drift again, his worst fears right before him. His wife was in the arms of a black man;, her body was pressed against his. Her giggle and chatter were directed at this handsome athletic specimen of manhood. Her eyes were watching this black man’s face in rapturous enjoyment. He began to wonder if this was her lover. He lost his visual focus as his mind wandered to his fears. Was this the man who had deposited his sperm deep within her? Was this the man who had undressed her, caressed her body all over, played with his wife’s perfect breasts, raised her supple athletic legs over his shoulders, drove his black prick deep into her orgasming, spasming body? Was this who had filled her so full of black cum that it had flooded the panties he had bought her, given her; filled her cunt with sperm so full that there was gallons left inside her tiny body after she left her lover to come home to him, her body defiled by black cum? Was this the man who might make her pregnant, had filled her with his copious black cum, bred her deep and full with his potent black cum? 'Oh god, I have to stop THINKing about this,' he told himself!
Her small hand slid softly back onto his thigh, grazing the painfully hard erection bent horrible inside his trousers. She leaned to him and whispered, “Your eyes turned me on while I danced, the way you watched me dance baby. Your eyes made me horny!” He could feel her nearly naked erect nipple press against his bicep as she leaned against him.
LeRoy immediately asked her back onto the dance floor, and again she looked at him for his acquiescence. They danced three fast dances until the slow dance in the sequence came up. Again LeRoy held her on the dance floor, and they danced as one. LeRoy wasted no time pulling her delectable body tightly to his. Even her firm succulent breasts were squashed against his chest. Her pussy had to be riding right on LeRoy’s huge black cock he realized. ‘God, that huge black cock is caressing my wife’s cunt and clit like a vibrator. God, she is already turned on she said. Oh God, oh god, he is going to make her not want me any more! He is going to make her a black cock slut! She will want them to fuck her now, not me! Shit, how the hell can I compete with those black handsome athletic intelligent black huge thick black cocked men? She will want THEIR black cocks all the time now, not my little white one. I’ll bet their cocks are twice my size! She will laugh at my tiny white prick after being with them.’ His panic was almost overwhelming him. His breath was ragged in fear. All of the stories of women “trying black and never going back” whipped him into a state of frantic demoralization.
Again she slid in beside him, her hand going to his aching lump, her fingernails began to scrape lightly along his painful bulge. She leaned over and kissed his neck, then his ear lobe. Her breath caressed his ear as she whispered lustily, “God baby, I am so hot, . . . . lets do something kinky baby. I have to cum, lets go into the men’s restroom and you can fuck me there, OK Baby? God I need that rigid cock shaft in me right NOW baby!” She continued to caress him, running her fingers up and down his incredibly hard prick. Finally she stood, grabbing his hand, pulling him up, and leading him toward the restrooms. He was too stunned to protest, to tell her “NO! I have a very conspicuous hard-on!”
By the way! When did she start using the word “FUCK?” What is going on here? My wife never says that word. She scolds me so badly when I say it, for god’s sake!
He was in total shock as she forcefully dragged him into the Men’s restroom door without even stopping to see if any other men were in there. Not pausing for an instant, she dragged him into the handicapped stall at the far end of the row of toilet stalls, and turned to him after hurriedly latching the door behind her. She told him to get up on the toilet and stand there. As he wavered there precariously, she unzipped him, pulling his trousers and boxers down in one swift jerk. His cock sprang free, striking her forehead. Not even slowing her rapid motions, her eager mouth chased his cock head as it bounced to a halt. Finding her rigid wobbling target, she pushed her head forward, taking almost all of his rigid cock into her panting mouth in one deep suck. She started bobbing her head on him as he stood there, watching his ravenous wife’s lust filled eyes cross eyed on his cock as she sucked it greedily. ‘God, she likes to suck cock now that she has been broken in by them,’ he thought!
She voraciously suckled his penis until she sensed he was close, then pulled her mouth from his body and pulled him down to sit on the porcelain throne. She pulled up her dress, and as he realized she had on no panties, mounted his aching prick, taking it deep within her on first penetration. She had been horny all right, she was as wet as he had ever seen her.
The outer restroom door opened and two sets of footsteps walked to the urinals. Though obviously listening intently, she never even paused in her ravenous utilization of his body. Her teeth were biting her lower lips as she neared her orgasm. He heard the sound of urine splashing as she rabidly fucked his cock in the most lewd display of female need he had ever experienced.
“My god LeRoy, that little Staci woman is hot! Did you see her riding my cock while we danced?”
“Yeah Wade, you see her almost fuckin’ mine while we danced too? Those tits a hers are incredible. You know, I think we could ride her hard an put her away wet, bro!”
In the middle of her orgasm she almost burst out laughing as she continued to rise and fall rapidly on his aching shaft. She smashed her lips against his to smother her involuntary moans. Pulling up her top, she guided his hands to her ripe breasts, smashing his finger and thumb onto her steely nipples. He realized that her nipples were as hard as his penis.
“Can you imagine riding that fuckin little white body , fuckin her deep like only a Brotha can? Filling her slut cunt with our big thick cocks while she cums and cums. I bet her little white dick husband would want to watch that, don’t you? He looks to me like a man would watch his wife get fucked by us niggas.”
“Yeah, watch us fuck his little white wife and then he clean her out afta we be done. We out to ask her over after we leave heya, see if she want some a our sugar. Learn what black cock is like! Now we be talkin’!”
Her intense orgasms were clamping his cock inside her with a viciousness he had never felt before. Her eyes were clamped so tightly shut as her face was in the agony of orgasm that he could not hold his cum back. As her pussy milked his cock savagely, he spurted all he had into her needy wetness. Her orgasm continued on after his, still milking him, still demanding her due. He began to feel the pain in the head of his penis that post-orgasm brings when the stimulation does not stop. His sensitive cock softened rapidly and as he pulled his hips back, it dropping from within her. Her hand frantically replaced his cock, and she frigged her self mercilessly as she listened to the two black men talk about her body, what they would do to her, and how much of a slut they hoped she was. The sounds of their water tinkling just a few feet away from her as they talked about her body in such graphic terms refueled her orgasm while they finished their urination. The sounds of them shuffling as they returned their black cocks to their trousers, then zipped up, triggered another cascade of orgasms for her. She passed out in her husband’s arms as the two black men turned to leave
“Ya know, LeRoy, I already asked her out. Asked her to go to the football game with me next Saturday in Eugene. She giggled, but I could tell she was int’rested.”
“No shit, what’id she say?”
“She looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and giggled, ya know that sexy little chuckle a hers, and then she………….” The bathroom door closed with a swoosh as they walked out.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - seven
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
[Author’s acknowledgement:
The information used for the sermon contained in this part seven is largely taken from a book written by Philo Thelos entitled “Divine Sex”. The book is a treatise on Biblical sex, what the Bible REALLY says about sex. I highly recommend it to my readers.]
Edward awoke to again find himself with aching testicles. In fact his whole groin area was nothing but a pulsing pressure mass of aching throbbing. He ached all the way up inside his anus, almost to his waist. Groggily he stood up, wavering back and forth until he placed his hand on the wall beside him to steady himself, his other hand clamped to his pulsing forehead.
He heard a voice behind him. A comforting hand was placed on his shoulder. Deaconess Elja patted him gently, then lovingly rubbed his shoulder and back. He turned to look at her, confused as to where he was and what in the world was happening to him.
“Edward, the service is starting. You can watch it in the video display there beside you.” She turned him toward the TV screen where a tall, broad-shouldered man was walking toward a pulpit in the auditorium.
The man had a regal elegance and stately bearing. His vibrant skin was extremely dark, almost midnight black. He was dressed similarly to the rest of the congregation in a satiny cloth that had an opening for his head and neck, then flowed down his front and back, and was slightly tied together on the sides. As the man walked, Edward could not help but notice the huge bouncing protrusion that seemed to precede the big man as he strode along. Edward’s mouth fell open as he realized what the protrusion was. ‘My GOD, his cock is HUGE!’ was all that Edward could think about. His eyes stared, locked on the man’s hugeness, in utter disbelief.
Suddenly Edward recognized him as the man whose face was on the computer screen when he had caught his wife with that huge dildo completely inside her. So it was THIS man’s penis whose likeness had so totally filled his wife’s body, made her smile with such happy satisfaction as she rode it up and down.
Deaconess Elja murmured in Edward’s ear that the pastor’s attire was an “Ephod”. She explained that should Edward wish to become a member of the congregation, and pass all of his tests, and be voted into membership, he would also be allowed to wear an Ephod. Edward’s eyes were totally transfixed on the pastor’s bulge, rollicking obscenely as he walked toward the pulpit.
Deaconess Elja whispered “That man’s name is Pastor Syh. You will just love him when you meet him. Your wife certainly enjoys him!” She chuckled softly at her little observation.
Pastor Syh turned to face the congregation with a huge warm friendly smile on his face. His eyes surveyed the assembled members of the Church of Great Joy. It was as though each person there was personally acknowledged by his insightful wise eyes as they roved among his parishioners. Even Edward felt personally included in the Pastor’s visual dispensation of grace.
The Pastor took a deep breath, then his deep resonant voice filled the church. “Brothers and sisters, today is a wonderful day in all of our lives.”
The church responded as one with a hearty “AMEN!” Edward felt drawn-in as he listened to the incredibly mesmerizing voice of the pastor.
“Today we will not only celebrate a beloved sister in her consummation, but we have with us the other half of our own Esther.
“And to today, to celebrate that occasion, we will recount the tale of Esther. Today we will all welcome her husband, making him feel welcome. We will plant the Rose of His Beginning, and we will all watch it grow. I believe it will become one of the most prolific rose bushes in our Sacred Rosaria. I am happy to report his contribution toward its initial fertilization was most satisfactory.”
The congregation responded with a spontaneous chorus of “Allelujahs”.
Deaconess Elja patted Edward on the shoulder in congratulations. She whispered in his ear “They are talking about you, baby! So far you are doing really good! Pastor just said so! Congratulations!”
Edward could not help but feel a swell of pride, even though he had NO CLUE what he had done to deserve any praise.
The pastor then asked the congregation to turn in their Bibles to the book of Esther, just before the book of Job and just after the book of Nehemiah. As the rustle of pages being turned filled the sanctuary, Pastor Syh continued.
“Esther was a young, . . . . . VERY good looking, . . . . one could even say “sexy and gorgeous”, . . . . woman that was a Jewess in a foreign land during a time when being a Jew was not such a great thing to be.
“The Jews had been conquered by King Nebuchadnezzar when Jerusalem was destroyed. The king at that time was King Ahasuerus, also called “Xerxes the Great” in OUR history books. He ruled one hundred and twenty seven provinces in what we now call the Middle East. Xerxes had captured and brought a Jewish man named Mordecai, along with the King of Judah and many other Jews, back to Babylon to serve him. Mordecai the Jew served in the palace of Xerxes.
“Now, Mordecai had taken a female cousin into his own household, adopted her, and was raising her as his own daughter. She was an orphan, her mother and father being dead.
“The name of this striking young woman was Hadassah. The bible calls Hadassah . . . . Esther, . . . . and tells us that she was a “beautiful and lovely young” woman.
The Bible also tells us that Xerxes was a man who knew how to throw a party. The party in question lasted for SIX MONTHS! Can you imagine a party lasting six months?” Pastor Syh shook his head in amazement.
“Not only that, but King Xerxes had brought all his governors, and his aides, and his army officers in from his provinces to attend this party. A huge party indeed!
“Now, not only did he throw a six month party for all these dignitaries, when the six month party was over, he threw ANOTHER party! This one was for the palace servants and officials, such people as the janitors and cabinet officials. I always chuckle when I read the sequence that the story teller lists the party attendees.” Pastor Syh chuckled his deep-throated resonant chuckle as the congregation caught onto his innuendo and joined in his good natured mirth.
“This second party lasted only a week. Seems like a long party to us, but remember, the previous party had lasted half a year!
“This was a second party just to thank the people that put on the big six-month party, . . . . . sort of to tell the help that he appreciated their efforts, so to speak.
“Now King Xerxes, at the beginning of the book of Esther, at the time of these parties, had wife. Her name was Vashti. Queen Vashti was renowned for her beauty. She must have really been something, because even after Xerxes, in his foolish, pride-driven spite, banished her from his court, he still missed her terribly.
“Now verse eight tells us that the King was sharing his royal wine with all his guests at this thank you party. And at THIS party, even the wine was the “special stuff”, not the common, everyday watered-down variety.
“It must have been pretty powerful wine, because the Bible tells us that the King had admonished his officers not to force anyone to drink too much of it, but that they were to allow each person to decide just how drunk they wanted to get on the King’s special wine. Although the Bible is not totally clear on this, it is assumed, based on local customs of the time, that only men were attending this party with Xerxes. This belief is reinforced by the fact that in verse nine it tells us that Queen Vashti was, at the same time, throwing her own party for the women.
“On the last day of this week long party, the King was feeling good, half drunk the Bible says, and in his euphoria ordered the keepers of the King’s harem to bring his beloved Queen Vashti to his party and show her off to his male guests. She was to have her royal crown in her head, and let all the men ogle her striking and memorable beauty. The original text infers that the Queen would wear ONLY her crown. Therefore the men would be seeing Queen Vashti’s body in all its naked perfection and erotic glory.
“Think about that! These servants would see the Queen of their great nation, the Queen to whom they answered daily, obeyed and relied upon for guidance in order to do their daily tasks, NAKED before them like a common dancing girl. The inference is that she would actually be a part of the last night of entertainment, dancing nude before them to titillate them, and make them envy King Xerxes, her lucky husband.
“We are all familiar with belly dancing. Picture the regal, gorgeous, stately Queen Vashti being ordered to belly dance, . . . . naked, . . . . in full view of all her serving people.
“Well, you might be rather sympathetic to her reaction. She told the King that she was not going to do it!~ NO WAY!
“Well! That really upset the King! He was so irate that he asked his lawyers what he could do to save face. See verses thirteen through fifteen.
“In the end, his lawyers told him to pass a law saying Queen Vashti was no longer his Queen because of her refusing her husband’s command, and she could never again be in King Xerxes presence. The purpose of this was to send a message to all of the nation, clearly establishing that all wives were to obey their husbands in all things.
“His lawyers advised him to then choose another queen.
“The Bible does not mention it, but history tells us that King Xerxes then went on a royal rampage throughout the Middle East, and had a huge war. After finally losing to the Greeks, he returned to Babylon and started brooding over his beautiful, lost Vashti.
His friends felt sorry for the poor King, and suggested that he allow them to go throughout his empire and find all the best looking women and bring to him, and from them to choose another queen. They promised to bring them back and treat them to beauty treatments for six months and then let the king enjoy them, each of them, in his bed for one night of sexual trials and judging. Then, after he decided which was the most sexually pleasurable, best looking, and easiest to be with woman in the land, he could choose the one he liked best to be his new Queen.
“Now, how could any vain, insecure man not accept that ego building proposition? The King would get to have sex with all his empire's beauties, one after another, until he had found the one that he liked best in bed. Each of the women that were brought to him were automatically put into his harem, so he could recall them and be with them again later if he so chose. These chosen women were all pampered, and given the best of care. And one by one, the King took them to his bed and sexed with them all night long. A different beautiful woman every night would be brought to his bed solely for his sexual pleasures.
“Think about it now! The King was having sex with a different woman very night. He was experiencing each of the women’s sexual abilities and testing their willingness to please him sexually. So to even be memorable among the bevy of beauty queens, you had to be mighty good in the sack, so to speak.” Pastor smiled broadly as he mentally pictured the nightly pleasuring that had occurred.
“We have all heard, and probably said, that ‘The Lord works in mysterious ways.’
“Well, here, in this story, God, in God’s infinite understanding of things, sets up a sequence to save a whole spiritual nation, the Jewish nation, precious in God’s sight. God, . . . . perfect in all things, . . . . deliberately uses a night of unbridled sex between an unmarried, virgin women, and a married hedonistic foreign man, to accomplish God’s perfect purposes. God deliberately has a virgin woman sleep with King Xerxes, giving her the natural, uninhibited ability to seduce the King so wondrously that King Xerxes is totally enamored with her, and makes her his new Queen.
“After only one night of glorious sex with this young woman, King Xerxes makes Esther his Queen.
“Can you each imagine being that good at sex? We should all strive to emulate this in our own lives. We should all strive to be the very best at sex we possibly can. God has given us our bodies, created, as we all know from the book of Genesis, like God. Notice if you will that Genesis, chapter 1, verse twenty seven, says that God made man and maid like God. GOD made us like GOD!
“And then in verse twenty eight, God gives the VERY FIRST commandment to mankind. Let’s read it together.
“And God blessed them, and said unto them, Be Fruitful and multiply . . . . . !”
Pastor Syh looked up at the congregation, his eyes roving from person to person. The dramatic pause riveted the attention of everyone there on what he was about to say. Edward found himself leaning forward, waiting to learn the wonderful truth that Pastor Syh was leading up to.
In a voice that was barely audible, causing each ear in the church to strain in order to hear, Pastor Syh said “God’s very first commandment to mankind was to have glorious sex and make babies!”
He paused again, to drive his point home. “Is each of you having sex? Is each of you following God’s FIRST sacred commandment to mankind? Is each of you following the beautiful, God given poignant example of Esther, hand chosen by God to save God’s beloved Jewish nation by having sex so wondrously perfect and fulfilling that King Xerxes immediately knew she was the chosen one?
“I charge EACH of you with God’s first commandment: Have sex and have children. To do that, you must learn to HAVE, . . . . and ENJOY, . . . . sex, a God created and God given institution of nurturing love.”
Pastor Syh closed his Bible, then turned from the pulpit and walked to his chair.
TBC
[Author’s acknowledgement:
The information used for the sermon contained in this part seven is largely taken from a book written by Philo Thelos entitled “Divine Sex”. The book is a treatise on Biblical sex, what the Bible REALLY says about sex. I highly recommend it to my readers.]
Edward awoke to again find himself with aching testicles. In fact his whole groin area was nothing but a pulsing pressure mass of aching throbbing. He ached all the way up inside his anus, almost to his waist. Groggily he stood up, wavering back and forth until he placed his hand on the wall beside him to steady himself, his other hand clamped to his pulsing forehead.
He heard a voice behind him. A comforting hand was placed on his shoulder. Deaconess Elja patted him gently, then lovingly rubbed his shoulder and back. He turned to look at her, confused as to where he was and what in the world was happening to him.
“Edward, the service is starting. You can watch it in the video display there beside you.” She turned him toward the TV screen where a tall, broad-shouldered man was walking toward a pulpit in the auditorium.
The man had a regal elegance and stately bearing. His vibrant skin was extremely dark, almost midnight black. He was dressed similarly to the rest of the congregation in a satiny cloth that had an opening for his head and neck, then flowed down his front and back, and was slightly tied together on the sides. As the man walked, Edward could not help but notice the huge bouncing protrusion that seemed to precede the big man as he strode along. Edward’s mouth fell open as he realized what the protrusion was. ‘My GOD, his cock is HUGE!’ was all that Edward could think about. His eyes stared, locked on the man’s hugeness, in utter disbelief.
Suddenly Edward recognized him as the man whose face was on the computer screen when he had caught his wife with that huge dildo completely inside her. So it was THIS man’s penis whose likeness had so totally filled his wife’s body, made her smile with such happy satisfaction as she rode it up and down.
Deaconess Elja murmured in Edward’s ear that the pastor’s attire was an “Ephod”. She explained that should Edward wish to become a member of the congregation, and pass all of his tests, and be voted into membership, he would also be allowed to wear an Ephod. Edward’s eyes were totally transfixed on the pastor’s bulge, rollicking obscenely as he walked toward the pulpit.
Deaconess Elja whispered “That man’s name is Pastor Syh. You will just love him when you meet him. Your wife certainly enjoys him!” She chuckled softly at her little observation.
Pastor Syh turned to face the congregation with a huge warm friendly smile on his face. His eyes surveyed the assembled members of the Church of Great Joy. It was as though each person there was personally acknowledged by his insightful wise eyes as they roved among his parishioners. Even Edward felt personally included in the Pastor’s visual dispensation of grace.
The Pastor took a deep breath, then his deep resonant voice filled the church. “Brothers and sisters, today is a wonderful day in all of our lives.”
The church responded as one with a hearty “AMEN!” Edward felt drawn-in as he listened to the incredibly mesmerizing voice of the pastor.
“Today we will not only celebrate a beloved sister in her consummation, but we have with us the other half of our own Esther.
“And to today, to celebrate that occasion, we will recount the tale of Esther. Today we will all welcome her husband, making him feel welcome. We will plant the Rose of His Beginning, and we will all watch it grow. I believe it will become one of the most prolific rose bushes in our Sacred Rosaria. I am happy to report his contribution toward its initial fertilization was most satisfactory.”
The congregation responded with a spontaneous chorus of “Allelujahs”.
Deaconess Elja patted Edward on the shoulder in congratulations. She whispered in his ear “They are talking about you, baby! So far you are doing really good! Pastor just said so! Congratulations!”
Edward could not help but feel a swell of pride, even though he had NO CLUE what he had done to deserve any praise.
The pastor then asked the congregation to turn in their Bibles to the book of Esther, just before the book of Job and just after the book of Nehemiah. As the rustle of pages being turned filled the sanctuary, Pastor Syh continued.
“Esther was a young, . . . . . VERY good looking, . . . . one could even say “sexy and gorgeous”, . . . . woman that was a Jewess in a foreign land during a time when being a Jew was not such a great thing to be.
“The Jews had been conquered by King Nebuchadnezzar when Jerusalem was destroyed. The king at that time was King Ahasuerus, also called “Xerxes the Great” in OUR history books. He ruled one hundred and twenty seven provinces in what we now call the Middle East. Xerxes had captured and brought a Jewish man named Mordecai, along with the King of Judah and many other Jews, back to Babylon to serve him. Mordecai the Jew served in the palace of Xerxes.
“Now, Mordecai had taken a female cousin into his own household, adopted her, and was raising her as his own daughter. She was an orphan, her mother and father being dead.
“The name of this striking young woman was Hadassah. The bible calls Hadassah . . . . Esther, . . . . and tells us that she was a “beautiful and lovely young” woman.
The Bible also tells us that Xerxes was a man who knew how to throw a party. The party in question lasted for SIX MONTHS! Can you imagine a party lasting six months?” Pastor Syh shook his head in amazement.
“Not only that, but King Xerxes had brought all his governors, and his aides, and his army officers in from his provinces to attend this party. A huge party indeed!
“Now, not only did he throw a six month party for all these dignitaries, when the six month party was over, he threw ANOTHER party! This one was for the palace servants and officials, such people as the janitors and cabinet officials. I always chuckle when I read the sequence that the story teller lists the party attendees.” Pastor Syh chuckled his deep-throated resonant chuckle as the congregation caught onto his innuendo and joined in his good natured mirth.
“This second party lasted only a week. Seems like a long party to us, but remember, the previous party had lasted half a year!
“This was a second party just to thank the people that put on the big six-month party, . . . . . sort of to tell the help that he appreciated their efforts, so to speak.
“Now King Xerxes, at the beginning of the book of Esther, at the time of these parties, had wife. Her name was Vashti. Queen Vashti was renowned for her beauty. She must have really been something, because even after Xerxes, in his foolish, pride-driven spite, banished her from his court, he still missed her terribly.
“Now verse eight tells us that the King was sharing his royal wine with all his guests at this thank you party. And at THIS party, even the wine was the “special stuff”, not the common, everyday watered-down variety.
“It must have been pretty powerful wine, because the Bible tells us that the King had admonished his officers not to force anyone to drink too much of it, but that they were to allow each person to decide just how drunk they wanted to get on the King’s special wine. Although the Bible is not totally clear on this, it is assumed, based on local customs of the time, that only men were attending this party with Xerxes. This belief is reinforced by the fact that in verse nine it tells us that Queen Vashti was, at the same time, throwing her own party for the women.
“On the last day of this week long party, the King was feeling good, half drunk the Bible says, and in his euphoria ordered the keepers of the King’s harem to bring his beloved Queen Vashti to his party and show her off to his male guests. She was to have her royal crown in her head, and let all the men ogle her striking and memorable beauty. The original text infers that the Queen would wear ONLY her crown. Therefore the men would be seeing Queen Vashti’s body in all its naked perfection and erotic glory.
“Think about that! These servants would see the Queen of their great nation, the Queen to whom they answered daily, obeyed and relied upon for guidance in order to do their daily tasks, NAKED before them like a common dancing girl. The inference is that she would actually be a part of the last night of entertainment, dancing nude before them to titillate them, and make them envy King Xerxes, her lucky husband.
“We are all familiar with belly dancing. Picture the regal, gorgeous, stately Queen Vashti being ordered to belly dance, . . . . naked, . . . . in full view of all her serving people.
“Well, you might be rather sympathetic to her reaction. She told the King that she was not going to do it!~ NO WAY!
“Well! That really upset the King! He was so irate that he asked his lawyers what he could do to save face. See verses thirteen through fifteen.
“In the end, his lawyers told him to pass a law saying Queen Vashti was no longer his Queen because of her refusing her husband’s command, and she could never again be in King Xerxes presence. The purpose of this was to send a message to all of the nation, clearly establishing that all wives were to obey their husbands in all things.
“His lawyers advised him to then choose another queen.
“The Bible does not mention it, but history tells us that King Xerxes then went on a royal rampage throughout the Middle East, and had a huge war. After finally losing to the Greeks, he returned to Babylon and started brooding over his beautiful, lost Vashti.
His friends felt sorry for the poor King, and suggested that he allow them to go throughout his empire and find all the best looking women and bring to him, and from them to choose another queen. They promised to bring them back and treat them to beauty treatments for six months and then let the king enjoy them, each of them, in his bed for one night of sexual trials and judging. Then, after he decided which was the most sexually pleasurable, best looking, and easiest to be with woman in the land, he could choose the one he liked best to be his new Queen.
“Now, how could any vain, insecure man not accept that ego building proposition? The King would get to have sex with all his empire's beauties, one after another, until he had found the one that he liked best in bed. Each of the women that were brought to him were automatically put into his harem, so he could recall them and be with them again later if he so chose. These chosen women were all pampered, and given the best of care. And one by one, the King took them to his bed and sexed with them all night long. A different beautiful woman every night would be brought to his bed solely for his sexual pleasures.
“Think about it now! The King was having sex with a different woman very night. He was experiencing each of the women’s sexual abilities and testing their willingness to please him sexually. So to even be memorable among the bevy of beauty queens, you had to be mighty good in the sack, so to speak.” Pastor smiled broadly as he mentally pictured the nightly pleasuring that had occurred.
“We have all heard, and probably said, that ‘The Lord works in mysterious ways.’
“Well, here, in this story, God, in God’s infinite understanding of things, sets up a sequence to save a whole spiritual nation, the Jewish nation, precious in God’s sight. God, . . . . perfect in all things, . . . . deliberately uses a night of unbridled sex between an unmarried, virgin women, and a married hedonistic foreign man, to accomplish God’s perfect purposes. God deliberately has a virgin woman sleep with King Xerxes, giving her the natural, uninhibited ability to seduce the King so wondrously that King Xerxes is totally enamored with her, and makes her his new Queen.
“After only one night of glorious sex with this young woman, King Xerxes makes Esther his Queen.
“Can you each imagine being that good at sex? We should all strive to emulate this in our own lives. We should all strive to be the very best at sex we possibly can. God has given us our bodies, created, as we all know from the book of Genesis, like God. Notice if you will that Genesis, chapter 1, verse twenty seven, says that God made man and maid like God. GOD made us like GOD!
“And then in verse twenty eight, God gives the VERY FIRST commandment to mankind. Let’s read it together.
“And God blessed them, and said unto them, Be Fruitful and multiply . . . . . !”
Pastor Syh looked up at the congregation, his eyes roving from person to person. The dramatic pause riveted the attention of everyone there on what he was about to say. Edward found himself leaning forward, waiting to learn the wonderful truth that Pastor Syh was leading up to.
In a voice that was barely audible, causing each ear in the church to strain in order to hear, Pastor Syh said “God’s very first commandment to mankind was to have glorious sex and make babies!”
He paused again, to drive his point home. “Is each of you having sex? Is each of you following God’s FIRST sacred commandment to mankind? Is each of you following the beautiful, God given poignant example of Esther, hand chosen by God to save God’s beloved Jewish nation by having sex so wondrously perfect and fulfilling that King Xerxes immediately knew she was the chosen one?
“I charge EACH of you with God’s first commandment: Have sex and have children. To do that, you must learn to HAVE, . . . . and ENJOY, . . . . sex, a God created and God given institution of nurturing love.”
Pastor Syh closed his Bible, then turned from the pulpit and walked to his chair.
TBC
Saturday, January 07, 2006
The Motorhome Seduction - Two
Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2006
The subtle vibrations of the motor coach always made Swana drowsy. The fact that they were driving directly into the sun only exacerbated the problem today. So despite sitting next to an incredibly sexy man, Swana found her head lolling to the side periodically before she would again awaken and sit bolt up right.
Charlie loved the situation as the olive skinned woman would slowly tilt over in his direction, eventually her head resting on his shoulder, his arm behind her on the seat.
Chris seemed to be absolutely anal about watching the road as he drove. The seat that Charlie and Swana shared was slightly behind the driver seat, so in order to really see them, Chris would have to turn his head toward them. Charlie noticed that Chris never seemed to do that.
Charlie smiled, he was grateful for that for several reasons. The first was that his cock was constantly turgid as the heat of the sun baked it. The slight friction of his shorts as the motor coach traveled along would provide just enough stimulation that he would stay constantly semi erect.
The second reason was that the woman lolling in the seat beside him was so incredibly sexy. Her perfume was absolutely tantalizing. Her sweet smile had him intrigued. Her breasts were incredible! And her thighs were tight and smooth and seemed to have no cellulite on them. Periodically when she would drift off, her little dress would ride up and allow him a most delightful view of her upper thighs. That sensuous place where her muscles created a slight hollow just below her hip periodically became visible to him. Her cleavage was spectacular, and the little dress, . . . . . god that little dress . . . . . .seemed to barely contain her curves. And that gap between her breasts where the buttons seemed to struggle a bit to contain her, oh my god was that sexy! He had a perfect view of the upper orbs of her perfection, and could see to the skin below her breasts as she breathed in and out as she rested against him.
Charlie wondered if he could get away with feeling her breast. Just once. Just a slight grazing of her curves. He could make it seem an accident, couldn’t he, if his finger tips seemed to just graze that little dimple that was her nipple? Maybe follow up with a delightful cares of an orb as his hand completed a slow motion movement? Perhaps as he was needing to scratch his ear? After another sunny, erotic mile he decided to try it. Just a nipple first.
He let his hand drop down from her shoulder as he pretended to turn to look out the window at a mountain that was slowly gliding by in the distance. His fingers received the electric jolt of contact with her nipple! His cock went instantly rigid. He could see the head of it extended past the bottom of his pressed khaki shorts. It pulsed uncomfortably.
Charlie’s eyes followed the sight lines and decided that since it was next to his left leg, the driver could not see his cock head or his bulging pant leg, even if he were to turn around and look directly at him. That gave Charlie a bit of back up confidence.
Swana had not moved when he touched her nipple!
Charlie decided to try it again, maybe even touch her skin where her cleavage was so abundant.
He gathered his nerve for a minute or so, then slowly moved his hand up and over her exposure. Lightly his finger tips caressed her firmness. Her skin was incredibly smooth! And her breasts were SO resilient! MY GOD were her tits wonderful to touch.
He jerked his hand away as she moved suddenly.
But she seemed to be only turning in her sleep. She nestled a little deeper into the crook of his arm.
Charlie’s eyes almost popped out of his head when the button between her breasts suddenly popped loose from its button hole! The fabric over her curves rose up and he could see almost to the nipple of her left breast!
His cock was hard as steel as he sneakily looked at the naked breast of a woman he had just met a short while ago. And there were no blemishes of any kind he could see on her tit.
What a fine pair of hooters! WOW!
Charlie held his breath without realizing it. It was like he was sneaking behind this man’s back, touching the guys wife’s tits as the kind man drove along. Charlie could feel his heartbeat in his erection.
He wondered if he could move the fabric of her dress just a hair and actually see her nipple? He watched her husband for a bit and never did the driver even seem to be the lest bit interested in what was going on between his wife and the stranger they had picked up.
Just then Swana shifted again, her thighs spreading a bit. Her little flimsy dress rode up a slight bit higher on her thighs. Charlie was sure if he leaned forward just a tiny bit, he would glimpse her panties where they covered her pussy.
He tried to lean forward a bit, but she was firmly snuggled into the angle between his shoulder and his bicep.
Charlie’s hand “accidentally” slid down her shoulder until his finger tips were resting directly on her breast. For a few moments he did not move his hand. He just sat there, his lungs screaming for air, not breathing, just enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her skin. Without really willing them to, they began to caress her skin.
Charlie exhaled, then inhaled again deeply. He moved his finger tips slowly down the slope of her breast until they came in contact with her dress. Then, with one finger, her slowly raised the fabric while his eyes bored on down under the garment.
YES!!!! There it is!!!!! Her little nipple! Oh my god! So pert, so perfect, so dark, so hard!
Charlie’s cock was aching with desire to have this woman. To have his way with her. To caress her body, kiss her, lick her belly button on his way on down her body. To suckle her breasts, to make her scream in desire.
Charlie realized his hand had slid further down inside her dress and his fingers were resting on her areola. Just another small fraction of an inch and he would be touching her naked nipple. OH MY GOD!!!! Her hard little neglected nipple needed to be touched, didn’t it?
He had to do it! He HAD to. To be this close to her nipple and not actually touch it would be a crime against mother nature!
Charlie extended his fingers.
And there it was!
His fingers were touching her nipple!
He HAD to caress it a bit! He HAD to!
Charlie allowed his fingers to have their own mind. They softly, furtively, traced the shapes of her body’s most perfect part. He circled her nipple, feelings its soft but firm texture as his finger passed under it. Then up the side and over the top. His fingers could feel every little fluctuation of the flesh of her nipple, the little crevices, the tiny indentation at the center, the slight bumps of her areola.
His thumb alighted lightly on the skin of her cleavage. She moved again. Her breast crept into the palm of his hand.
In her sleep, her right hand dropped over his thigh, coming to rest against the rigid tube of his shaft.
TBC
The subtle vibrations of the motor coach always made Swana drowsy. The fact that they were driving directly into the sun only exacerbated the problem today. So despite sitting next to an incredibly sexy man, Swana found her head lolling to the side periodically before she would again awaken and sit bolt up right.
Charlie loved the situation as the olive skinned woman would slowly tilt over in his direction, eventually her head resting on his shoulder, his arm behind her on the seat.
Chris seemed to be absolutely anal about watching the road as he drove. The seat that Charlie and Swana shared was slightly behind the driver seat, so in order to really see them, Chris would have to turn his head toward them. Charlie noticed that Chris never seemed to do that.
Charlie smiled, he was grateful for that for several reasons. The first was that his cock was constantly turgid as the heat of the sun baked it. The slight friction of his shorts as the motor coach traveled along would provide just enough stimulation that he would stay constantly semi erect.
The second reason was that the woman lolling in the seat beside him was so incredibly sexy. Her perfume was absolutely tantalizing. Her sweet smile had him intrigued. Her breasts were incredible! And her thighs were tight and smooth and seemed to have no cellulite on them. Periodically when she would drift off, her little dress would ride up and allow him a most delightful view of her upper thighs. That sensuous place where her muscles created a slight hollow just below her hip periodically became visible to him. Her cleavage was spectacular, and the little dress, . . . . . god that little dress . . . . . .seemed to barely contain her curves. And that gap between her breasts where the buttons seemed to struggle a bit to contain her, oh my god was that sexy! He had a perfect view of the upper orbs of her perfection, and could see to the skin below her breasts as she breathed in and out as she rested against him.
Charlie wondered if he could get away with feeling her breast. Just once. Just a slight grazing of her curves. He could make it seem an accident, couldn’t he, if his finger tips seemed to just graze that little dimple that was her nipple? Maybe follow up with a delightful cares of an orb as his hand completed a slow motion movement? Perhaps as he was needing to scratch his ear? After another sunny, erotic mile he decided to try it. Just a nipple first.
He let his hand drop down from her shoulder as he pretended to turn to look out the window at a mountain that was slowly gliding by in the distance. His fingers received the electric jolt of contact with her nipple! His cock went instantly rigid. He could see the head of it extended past the bottom of his pressed khaki shorts. It pulsed uncomfortably.
Charlie’s eyes followed the sight lines and decided that since it was next to his left leg, the driver could not see his cock head or his bulging pant leg, even if he were to turn around and look directly at him. That gave Charlie a bit of back up confidence.
Swana had not moved when he touched her nipple!
Charlie decided to try it again, maybe even touch her skin where her cleavage was so abundant.
He gathered his nerve for a minute or so, then slowly moved his hand up and over her exposure. Lightly his finger tips caressed her firmness. Her skin was incredibly smooth! And her breasts were SO resilient! MY GOD were her tits wonderful to touch.
He jerked his hand away as she moved suddenly.
But she seemed to be only turning in her sleep. She nestled a little deeper into the crook of his arm.
Charlie’s eyes almost popped out of his head when the button between her breasts suddenly popped loose from its button hole! The fabric over her curves rose up and he could see almost to the nipple of her left breast!
His cock was hard as steel as he sneakily looked at the naked breast of a woman he had just met a short while ago. And there were no blemishes of any kind he could see on her tit.
What a fine pair of hooters! WOW!
Charlie held his breath without realizing it. It was like he was sneaking behind this man’s back, touching the guys wife’s tits as the kind man drove along. Charlie could feel his heartbeat in his erection.
He wondered if he could move the fabric of her dress just a hair and actually see her nipple? He watched her husband for a bit and never did the driver even seem to be the lest bit interested in what was going on between his wife and the stranger they had picked up.
Just then Swana shifted again, her thighs spreading a bit. Her little flimsy dress rode up a slight bit higher on her thighs. Charlie was sure if he leaned forward just a tiny bit, he would glimpse her panties where they covered her pussy.
He tried to lean forward a bit, but she was firmly snuggled into the angle between his shoulder and his bicep.
Charlie’s hand “accidentally” slid down her shoulder until his finger tips were resting directly on her breast. For a few moments he did not move his hand. He just sat there, his lungs screaming for air, not breathing, just enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her skin. Without really willing them to, they began to caress her skin.
Charlie exhaled, then inhaled again deeply. He moved his finger tips slowly down the slope of her breast until they came in contact with her dress. Then, with one finger, her slowly raised the fabric while his eyes bored on down under the garment.
YES!!!! There it is!!!!! Her little nipple! Oh my god! So pert, so perfect, so dark, so hard!
Charlie’s cock was aching with desire to have this woman. To have his way with her. To caress her body, kiss her, lick her belly button on his way on down her body. To suckle her breasts, to make her scream in desire.
Charlie realized his hand had slid further down inside her dress and his fingers were resting on her areola. Just another small fraction of an inch and he would be touching her naked nipple. OH MY GOD!!!! Her hard little neglected nipple needed to be touched, didn’t it?
He had to do it! He HAD to. To be this close to her nipple and not actually touch it would be a crime against mother nature!
Charlie extended his fingers.
And there it was!
His fingers were touching her nipple!
He HAD to caress it a bit! He HAD to!
Charlie allowed his fingers to have their own mind. They softly, furtively, traced the shapes of her body’s most perfect part. He circled her nipple, feelings its soft but firm texture as his finger passed under it. Then up the side and over the top. His fingers could feel every little fluctuation of the flesh of her nipple, the little crevices, the tiny indentation at the center, the slight bumps of her areola.
His thumb alighted lightly on the skin of her cleavage. She moved again. Her breast crept into the palm of his hand.
In her sleep, her right hand dropped over his thigh, coming to rest against the rigid tube of his shaft.
TBC
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
He laid there for what felt like hours, thinking. His brain would not stop working the problem. And always there was the ache in his cock. His erection would not go away. He tried to crush it with his elbow, but that brought only momentary relief. He tried to pull his balls, his scrotum, but that did nothing beneficial. Finally he inserted his middle finger into his rectum and massaged the inner base of his penis. That helped a little, so he continued, bent over sideways, straining to push his finger up inside him as far as he could reach.
What was going on? She had never even indicated she was unhappy. Never been particularly demanding in bed. In fact, her new attitude toward him baffled him completely. Could she really be fucking around on him? ‘Stupid ass,’ he thought, ‘of course she is! You saw the cum on her underwear, you idiot!’ And my god what a load of cum it was. Could one man produce that much cum? Maybe she had been gang banged.’ He thought he knew what that was. His cock ached even harder, thinking about her with another man. His heart thumped in emotional pain, and his cock felt each pulse of his aching heart. God, his cock and heart were both equally miserable. Could his beloved Staci really be having an affair? She certainly was not hiding it. He wished he had the guts to just ask her.
Fuck! How had it come to this anyway?
He bet himself that her lover was black, those black cocks are supposed to produce lots of cum. That had to be it, he was black and pumped her so full of his cum it just ran out. But my god she had so much inside her last when she flushed it out in the shower while he watched her touch her self.
He must have drifted off, because he remembered dreaming about a hand stroking his penis when he woke back up. Her sexy purr whispered to him “Hey honey! You rolled over and you were hard again, so I started touching you and you started moaning in your sleep! Let me help you cum again honey! Wait, I want to suck on your penis Bob!” She swiveled in bed and dove under the covers. He felt her lips kiss him, then her tongue caress his glans. The horrible ache was back full force. It hurt so much that he could not enjoy her soft mouth on him. He had begged her to do exactly this, and now when she finally did it, he could not enjoy it! ‘God, what is the matter with me? My sexy gorgeous wife is finally sucking my dick and I am just thinking about how much my cock aches!’
He decided he needed to fantasize about something so he could cum in her mouth now that she was sucking on him. God, it did feel so damn good. ‘Let’s see, what should I fantasize about.’ But all he could think about was a black cock fucking her perfect body. Try as he might, he could not think about anything else. He stood in a room, incense burning, hip hop on the stereo, his black skin over her white body, and she was buried under him, her legs up over his shoulders as the huge thick black cock pounded her full of long thick black meat. She was moaning and groaning and encouraging the black man to fuck her harder, harder! He could hear her sexy voice purring, mewling in desperate need, ‘Oh god I am cummingggggggg, oh god your cock feels so fucking good in me, so long, so full, so thick, oh my GOD! I am so close, oh fuck shit I am going to cum again, cum inside me you big black stallion! YES! Shoot your black cum inside my white fucking cunt. Fill me with your baby making cum honey! YES, bury it deep up my twat! YES! Right next to my cervix so it can make me pregnant! Yes breed me black! You fucking black stallion. Fuck me with your horse cock full of your black seed! Oh godddddddddddddddddd! I am cumming! Come on, fuck your little white slut full of your black cock cum!’
As his aching rigid cock filled his beloved wife’s mouth with his few drops of cum, his mind watched her take a huge load of black cum deep inside her ready needy fertile womb. Totally spent, he did not even realize he was asleep again.
He laid there for what felt like hours, thinking. His brain would not stop working the problem. And always there was the ache in his cock. His erection would not go away. He tried to crush it with his elbow, but that brought only momentary relief. He tried to pull his balls, his scrotum, but that did nothing beneficial. Finally he inserted his middle finger into his rectum and massaged the inner base of his penis. That helped a little, so he continued, bent over sideways, straining to push his finger up inside him as far as he could reach.
What was going on? She had never even indicated she was unhappy. Never been particularly demanding in bed. In fact, her new attitude toward him baffled him completely. Could she really be fucking around on him? ‘Stupid ass,’ he thought, ‘of course she is! You saw the cum on her underwear, you idiot!’ And my god what a load of cum it was. Could one man produce that much cum? Maybe she had been gang banged.’ He thought he knew what that was. His cock ached even harder, thinking about her with another man. His heart thumped in emotional pain, and his cock felt each pulse of his aching heart. God, his cock and heart were both equally miserable. Could his beloved Staci really be having an affair? She certainly was not hiding it. He wished he had the guts to just ask her.
Fuck! How had it come to this anyway?
He bet himself that her lover was black, those black cocks are supposed to produce lots of cum. That had to be it, he was black and pumped her so full of his cum it just ran out. But my god she had so much inside her last when she flushed it out in the shower while he watched her touch her self.
He must have drifted off, because he remembered dreaming about a hand stroking his penis when he woke back up. Her sexy purr whispered to him “Hey honey! You rolled over and you were hard again, so I started touching you and you started moaning in your sleep! Let me help you cum again honey! Wait, I want to suck on your penis Bob!” She swiveled in bed and dove under the covers. He felt her lips kiss him, then her tongue caress his glans. The horrible ache was back full force. It hurt so much that he could not enjoy her soft mouth on him. He had begged her to do exactly this, and now when she finally did it, he could not enjoy it! ‘God, what is the matter with me? My sexy gorgeous wife is finally sucking my dick and I am just thinking about how much my cock aches!’
He decided he needed to fantasize about something so he could cum in her mouth now that she was sucking on him. God, it did feel so damn good. ‘Let’s see, what should I fantasize about.’ But all he could think about was a black cock fucking her perfect body. Try as he might, he could not think about anything else. He stood in a room, incense burning, hip hop on the stereo, his black skin over her white body, and she was buried under him, her legs up over his shoulders as the huge thick black cock pounded her full of long thick black meat. She was moaning and groaning and encouraging the black man to fuck her harder, harder! He could hear her sexy voice purring, mewling in desperate need, ‘Oh god I am cummingggggggg, oh god your cock feels so fucking good in me, so long, so full, so thick, oh my GOD! I am so close, oh fuck shit I am going to cum again, cum inside me you big black stallion! YES! Shoot your black cum inside my white fucking cunt. Fill me with your baby making cum honey! YES, bury it deep up my twat! YES! Right next to my cervix so it can make me pregnant! Yes breed me black! You fucking black stallion. Fuck me with your horse cock full of your black seed! Oh godddddddddddddddddd! I am cumming! Come on, fuck your little white slut full of your black cock cum!’
As his aching rigid cock filled his beloved wife’s mouth with his few drops of cum, his mind watched her take a huge load of black cum deep inside her ready needy fertile womb. Totally spent, he did not even realize he was asleep again.
Movie Review: King Kong
1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”
Overall Rating: 7
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 7
Acting: 8
Directing: 9
Scariness: 6 (Lots of monster bugs and cannibals and stuff)
Music: 6
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: ~30% (normal)
Percentage Chic Flick: 3
Percentage Macho Flick: 8
Special Effects: 9 WOW!
How true to the book was it? Unknown or N/A
Reality Ratio: 2 (After all, this was total fantasy, not even Sci Fi
Enthrallment: 8 (Feels like you're there!)
Worth the price of admission? Yes
Recommendation: See it on the big screen if you can handle scary stuff fairly well. Seeing it on video will not do the movie justice. Sit near the front.
Overall Rating: 7
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 7
Acting: 8
Directing: 9
Scariness: 6 (Lots of monster bugs and cannibals and stuff)
Music: 6
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: ~30% (normal)
Percentage Chic Flick: 3
Percentage Macho Flick: 8
Special Effects: 9 WOW!
How true to the book was it? Unknown or N/A
Reality Ratio: 2 (After all, this was total fantasy, not even Sci Fi
Enthrallment: 8 (Feels like you're there!)
Worth the price of admission? Yes
Recommendation: See it on the big screen if you can handle scary stuff fairly well. Seeing it on video will not do the movie justice. Sit near the front.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Three
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
He awoke to the sibilant whisperings of her as she lay on the bed next to him. Pretending to still be asleep, he listened to her soft sexy chuckles as she giggled her mirth with what must have been a close friend. “Yes, I helped him cum onto my panties.” Then “Oh god did he cum hard! His face went bright red as he shot it right onto the cummies already there.” And then “Yeah baby, lots and lots of cum. They were totally soaked. I walked in just as he was smelling them. He even got some on his face as he was smelling them.” After a short pause, “He almost passed out he came so hard. I put him to bed, …… he is still sleeping.” Not tonight honey, I am just too tired, maybe tomorrow? …………….. OK, Bye honey, …… love you too, bye.” She blew a kiss to the caller and lay there as he realized there was something on his head, covering his face. It felt wet.
He decided to try to wait her out, wait until she went to the bathroom or something before he moved. Better that she did not know he had heard her talking. He felt like he was eaves dropping on her private conversation. Then he started to get antsy, suspecting that the caller had been her lover. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He started to fidget a bit, trying to stay still, but not entirely succeeding. Finally he heard her chuckle and then get up. He heard her walk to the doorway and clump down the stairs. He reached up and felt soggy silkiness.
Sitting up, he pulled whatever it was off his head. Looking at it, he realized it was her cum soaked panties. He rubbed his hand over his head and felt the globs of cum on his hair. He reached up again and felt something strange around his chest. Looking down he realized that she had somehow snapped her bra around him, and his pecs were filling the lacy cups. Reaching behind himself, he struggled to reach the clasps there, but could not. He began to struggle to get it off of him, but succeeded only in getting a cramp in his latissimus dorsi. He looked up to see her amused eyes watching him.
“The hook is in the front between the cups baby.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME GOD DAMN IT!” He felt so ripped at her! He struggled to calm himself.
“Come on, lets take a shower together honey. I will wash all that cum out of your hair, OK?” she answered calmly. She held out her hand to him as she turned toward the bathroom. Still flushed with rage, he sat there watching her leave the room.
“Come on honey, lets kiss and have fun, OK? I need you to make love to me, baby, come on in here and bathe with me.” There was an undertone of boredom in her voice that exacted his attention.
His anger collapsed and he got out of bed. He reluctantly padded into the bathroom to see her nakedness retreating into the shower. His glance fell to her thighs and he could see long drivels of white cream running down toward her knees, partly dried. His face again flushed bright red, but this time it was from shame, not anger. Confused, he chastised himself for feeling that way. Then, irritated, he wondered why his prick had begun to rise again. By the time he was in the shower, his cock was rigid.
“MMMMMM! Wow baby, hard again! Perfect! I need you to penetrate my body baby. Here bend over, let me wash your cum filled hair. Shhhhh! Don’t talk, you will get shampoo in your eyes honey. Be quiet now while I wash your whole body, then you can wash mine, OK?”
And she did, she washed him from head to toe. She spent a lot of time caressing his cock and his balls as he stood there forgetting everything except her hands and her gorgeous body. She turned him around and gently ran her hands under and between his cheeks. She caressed his bottom opening, circling it with her finger. She dipped in further and further as she wetted him deeper and deeper. She began to run her finger in and out of him, causing his cock to pulse in rhythm to her movements. Adding another finger as she penetrated him there, she caressed his cock a bit as she pleasured him. Then she added a third. He was moaning in desperate need by the time she commanded him to lean forward horizontally, to support himself on his knees with his hands.
She turned her hand over and inserted her middle finger up inside him searching for the nodule within. Finding it, she caressed it until he could stand it no more and began to expel his love cream into her cupped hand. He marveled at the quantity of it having been encouraged this way. It was more than he had ever produced before by far. It looked much more watery than his normal love spew.
He watched her move her hand to her mouth drinking it, then licking her hand clean of it. She pulled him upright, and stood in her tiptoes to kiss him. She probed with her tongue until he relented and opened his mouth to her kiss. He felt the liquid wetness of his own cum enter his mouth as she pushed her tongue to force it from her own cavity into his. “Swallow it honey, swallow it for me baby. OK? Please baby? Do it for me baby?” She watched him swallow tentatively. “All of it honey. Don’t waste any of it. It is too precious to waste baby.” He swallowed the rest as she smiled her most dazzling smile at him. “Thank you honey. That meant so much to me. You are my hero honey. My hero and my beloved husband. I love you more than words can say baby.”
His knees were so wobbly that he had to sit down. He watched her wash her delectable body from a new, lower perspective. She teased him with her fingers entering and stimulating herself. She moved the hand wand to her opening and turned it to the pulsing setting. He could see the globs of whiteness begin to run from her opening as she pulled her lips apart. The pulsing water surged into her and the resulting backwash was filled with milky white cum globs. When he tried to caress her, she hissed, “Just watch me baby! Watch me frig myself to orgasm. Watch my cunt quiver as you look up inside me baby! See my fingers fucking my cunt hole baby? Watch me cum, of ….. goddd oh goddd honey goddddddddddddd! OH god here I go baby!!!!!!!!!!! I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggg!”
Watching her orgasm, he felt his cock begin to harden again, but this time the ache began at his anus and continued up his cock to the very head. This erection hurt like hell! God it was like his cock from top to bottom had been blown up too far. He remembered his first wet dream years and years before, and realized that it was that same aching sensation. He began to try to grasp it and squeeze it to stop the tremendous ache, but it was no good. Groaning he wished for the first time in his life he was not hard and stiff.
Dragging themselves out of the shower, they each dried themselves, his cock waggling mercilessly in painful erection. She held his hand as they left the bathroom, turning back his bed. She giggled at his bounding aching hardness. She pulled the covers up on him again, kissed him like his mother would, then fell into bed exhausted. She was breathing rhythmically in minutes. He lay there exhausted, but unable to sleep from the grinding merciless ache in his prick.
He awoke to the sibilant whisperings of her as she lay on the bed next to him. Pretending to still be asleep, he listened to her soft sexy chuckles as she giggled her mirth with what must have been a close friend. “Yes, I helped him cum onto my panties.” Then “Oh god did he cum hard! His face went bright red as he shot it right onto the cummies already there.” And then “Yeah baby, lots and lots of cum. They were totally soaked. I walked in just as he was smelling them. He even got some on his face as he was smelling them.” After a short pause, “He almost passed out he came so hard. I put him to bed, …… he is still sleeping.” Not tonight honey, I am just too tired, maybe tomorrow? …………….. OK, Bye honey, …… love you too, bye.” She blew a kiss to the caller and lay there as he realized there was something on his head, covering his face. It felt wet.
He decided to try to wait her out, wait until she went to the bathroom or something before he moved. Better that she did not know he had heard her talking. He felt like he was eaves dropping on her private conversation. Then he started to get antsy, suspecting that the caller had been her lover. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He started to fidget a bit, trying to stay still, but not entirely succeeding. Finally he heard her chuckle and then get up. He heard her walk to the doorway and clump down the stairs. He reached up and felt soggy silkiness.
Sitting up, he pulled whatever it was off his head. Looking at it, he realized it was her cum soaked panties. He rubbed his hand over his head and felt the globs of cum on his hair. He reached up again and felt something strange around his chest. Looking down he realized that she had somehow snapped her bra around him, and his pecs were filling the lacy cups. Reaching behind himself, he struggled to reach the clasps there, but could not. He began to struggle to get it off of him, but succeeded only in getting a cramp in his latissimus dorsi. He looked up to see her amused eyes watching him.
“The hook is in the front between the cups baby.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME GOD DAMN IT!” He felt so ripped at her! He struggled to calm himself.
“Come on, lets take a shower together honey. I will wash all that cum out of your hair, OK?” she answered calmly. She held out her hand to him as she turned toward the bathroom. Still flushed with rage, he sat there watching her leave the room.
“Come on honey, lets kiss and have fun, OK? I need you to make love to me, baby, come on in here and bathe with me.” There was an undertone of boredom in her voice that exacted his attention.
His anger collapsed and he got out of bed. He reluctantly padded into the bathroom to see her nakedness retreating into the shower. His glance fell to her thighs and he could see long drivels of white cream running down toward her knees, partly dried. His face again flushed bright red, but this time it was from shame, not anger. Confused, he chastised himself for feeling that way. Then, irritated, he wondered why his prick had begun to rise again. By the time he was in the shower, his cock was rigid.
“MMMMMM! Wow baby, hard again! Perfect! I need you to penetrate my body baby. Here bend over, let me wash your cum filled hair. Shhhhh! Don’t talk, you will get shampoo in your eyes honey. Be quiet now while I wash your whole body, then you can wash mine, OK?”
And she did, she washed him from head to toe. She spent a lot of time caressing his cock and his balls as he stood there forgetting everything except her hands and her gorgeous body. She turned him around and gently ran her hands under and between his cheeks. She caressed his bottom opening, circling it with her finger. She dipped in further and further as she wetted him deeper and deeper. She began to run her finger in and out of him, causing his cock to pulse in rhythm to her movements. Adding another finger as she penetrated him there, she caressed his cock a bit as she pleasured him. Then she added a third. He was moaning in desperate need by the time she commanded him to lean forward horizontally, to support himself on his knees with his hands.
She turned her hand over and inserted her middle finger up inside him searching for the nodule within. Finding it, she caressed it until he could stand it no more and began to expel his love cream into her cupped hand. He marveled at the quantity of it having been encouraged this way. It was more than he had ever produced before by far. It looked much more watery than his normal love spew.
He watched her move her hand to her mouth drinking it, then licking her hand clean of it. She pulled him upright, and stood in her tiptoes to kiss him. She probed with her tongue until he relented and opened his mouth to her kiss. He felt the liquid wetness of his own cum enter his mouth as she pushed her tongue to force it from her own cavity into his. “Swallow it honey, swallow it for me baby. OK? Please baby? Do it for me baby?” She watched him swallow tentatively. “All of it honey. Don’t waste any of it. It is too precious to waste baby.” He swallowed the rest as she smiled her most dazzling smile at him. “Thank you honey. That meant so much to me. You are my hero honey. My hero and my beloved husband. I love you more than words can say baby.”
His knees were so wobbly that he had to sit down. He watched her wash her delectable body from a new, lower perspective. She teased him with her fingers entering and stimulating herself. She moved the hand wand to her opening and turned it to the pulsing setting. He could see the globs of whiteness begin to run from her opening as she pulled her lips apart. The pulsing water surged into her and the resulting backwash was filled with milky white cum globs. When he tried to caress her, she hissed, “Just watch me baby! Watch me frig myself to orgasm. Watch my cunt quiver as you look up inside me baby! See my fingers fucking my cunt hole baby? Watch me cum, of ….. goddd oh goddd honey goddddddddddddd! OH god here I go baby!!!!!!!!!!! I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggg!”
Watching her orgasm, he felt his cock begin to harden again, but this time the ache began at his anus and continued up his cock to the very head. This erection hurt like hell! God it was like his cock from top to bottom had been blown up too far. He remembered his first wet dream years and years before, and realized that it was that same aching sensation. He began to try to grasp it and squeeze it to stop the tremendous ache, but it was no good. Groaning he wished for the first time in his life he was not hard and stiff.
Dragging themselves out of the shower, they each dried themselves, his cock waggling mercilessly in painful erection. She held his hand as they left the bathroom, turning back his bed. She giggled at his bounding aching hardness. She pulled the covers up on him again, kissed him like his mother would, then fell into bed exhausted. She was breathing rhythmically in minutes. He lay there exhausted, but unable to sleep from the grinding merciless ache in his prick.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
The tears running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held in his hands, held against his tear stained cheeks. His eyes sought hers, but his tongue could not speak. His lower lip trembled, just like his cock was trembling. He vaguely realized it was so hard it was aching.
She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on his. Slowly she pulled it away from his wet cheeks. Her lips came gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue against his lips until he allowed her her lingual entrance into his mouth. The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she breathed so near his flaring nostrils. She was breathing harder than she normally did. Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, his teeth. She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his mouth. She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say, “I love you baby, more than you will ever know.”
Her hand found his rampant need and she began to stroke it with her fingertips.
Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from his hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soiling around his shaft and began to stroke it up and down him. He could feel the cool wetness that had been congealing there.
She passed the wet fabric under his ball sack and then back up the too rigid pain of his cock. She continued to kiss his mouth with all of the softness he desperately wanted to feel, to receive from her. He needed to feel her love, her desire for him, to heal his pain, to close the ragged holes in his heart.
The honesty of her kiss as she coated his sexual organs with the cum of what could only be her lover was more than he could take. His hips began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and out of her encircling hand.
They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation, and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming. She pulled away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.
Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted “Yes baby, good baby! Cum right on my wet panties baby. Good boy! Yes, mark your territory right here in your wife’s hands. Good boy, cum on top of the wetness there honey. Yes! Go! CUM!!” His hips were furiously fucking her hand now and there was no way he could stop. She watched his face as he blushed bright red at losing self-control and succumbing to her lewd coaxing. God, what was she talking about, ‘Marking his territory?’ Was she not his? Why not in her body. That was where he belonged. His reeling mind refocused his imagination, remembering being inside her. Within seconds he began to spew his maleness onto her soft soaked panties, held there under his cock head as she yanked up and down on his out-of-control spasming cock. He spewed powerfully, more powerfully than he could remember ever before. As he slowed, she closed her hand again around his cock shaft, stroking the renewed sogginess up and down him, milking the last of his sperm from his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling up at him, watching his eyes intently as his shame overcame him and he turned from her.
She guided him to their marital bed, helped him lie down. She gently covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight after a big game. He was asleep in seconds.
The tears running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held in his hands, held against his tear stained cheeks. His eyes sought hers, but his tongue could not speak. His lower lip trembled, just like his cock was trembling. He vaguely realized it was so hard it was aching.
She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on his. Slowly she pulled it away from his wet cheeks. Her lips came gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue against his lips until he allowed her her lingual entrance into his mouth. The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she breathed so near his flaring nostrils. She was breathing harder than she normally did. Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, his teeth. She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his mouth. She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say, “I love you baby, more than you will ever know.”
Her hand found his rampant need and she began to stroke it with her fingertips.
Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from his hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soiling around his shaft and began to stroke it up and down him. He could feel the cool wetness that had been congealing there.
She passed the wet fabric under his ball sack and then back up the too rigid pain of his cock. She continued to kiss his mouth with all of the softness he desperately wanted to feel, to receive from her. He needed to feel her love, her desire for him, to heal his pain, to close the ragged holes in his heart.
The honesty of her kiss as she coated his sexual organs with the cum of what could only be her lover was more than he could take. His hips began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and out of her encircling hand.
They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation, and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming. She pulled away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.
Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted “Yes baby, good baby! Cum right on my wet panties baby. Good boy! Yes, mark your territory right here in your wife’s hands. Good boy, cum on top of the wetness there honey. Yes! Go! CUM!!” His hips were furiously fucking her hand now and there was no way he could stop. She watched his face as he blushed bright red at losing self-control and succumbing to her lewd coaxing. God, what was she talking about, ‘Marking his territory?’ Was she not his? Why not in her body. That was where he belonged. His reeling mind refocused his imagination, remembering being inside her. Within seconds he began to spew his maleness onto her soft soaked panties, held there under his cock head as she yanked up and down on his out-of-control spasming cock. He spewed powerfully, more powerfully than he could remember ever before. As he slowed, she closed her hand again around his cock shaft, stroking the renewed sogginess up and down him, milking the last of his sperm from his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling up at him, watching his eyes intently as his shame overcame him and he turned from her.
She guided him to their marital bed, helped him lie down. She gently covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight after a big game. He was asleep in seconds.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part One
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
He stood there, mouth open, frozen in the thundering realization that what he was looking at had enormous implications. He was stark naked, his towel in his hand after taking a rejuvenating hot shower. But his eyes could not leave the tiny filmy fabric lying there in the clothes hamper. His beloved wife’s new pink thong lay there, right on top of the rest of the clothes, it lay there.
He blinked. It didn’t work, the panties were still there.
Was that really what he thought it was? It looked like a thick creamy goo. Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that covered her sweet precious opening. Did women secrete stuff like that? He knew they didn’t, but he was hoping against hope that he could find an answer that was other than his worst fears. He was more than willing to grasp at straws right now. Anything but that.
God, there was a lot of it.
He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger. God, it was still wet. Not the least bit crusty or dried. God. Had to be just before she left work. How long had she been home anyway. He could not remember. His mind was reeling.
It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it. Discover the panties with all their wetness and profound implications. They seemed to be lying there screaming at him “Look at me! Look at me you silly trusting man! Look at me and all my goo! Guess what this stuff is! Guess where we came from? Look at us, full of his goo!”
Again he reached down and touched the still soggy fabric. His finger traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this meant…….to them. His beautiful sexy beloved wife. Only married for five years, oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present he thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying there. He brought the silky sexy panties to his nose. No question about it, he realized. Definitely cum. Definitely the ones he had bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too. Part of a set, he remembered. Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of the perfect sexy erotic lingerie set. Holding the panties in one hand, he dropped his towel and picked up the thin flimsy bra. Bringing it to his nose, he could smell her perfume, and also the distinct fresh musk of a man’s cum. Looking at the full lush cups that had held her firm proud globes, he could see the forming stains left from the presence of some other male’s liquids.
Or could it have been his? Had they made love last night. He involuntarily shook his head, because there was no question , they had not made love in over a week, maybe longer he realized. With a sinking sensation, her realized he could not remember the last time they had made love.
The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and begin to fill with his love for her. Besides, he realized, there was way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his. My god, he never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin lace-framed fabric. And this was just what had drained out, there was probably a lot still left inside her. ‘Oh GOD! Baby, what have you done?’ his mind fumed in bitter uncertain pain.
He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face, oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.
“Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties honey?” He turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening cock was beginning to pulse. His face flushed in shame at his involuntary response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had broken into a thousand pieces.
He stood there, mouth open, frozen in the thundering realization that what he was looking at had enormous implications. He was stark naked, his towel in his hand after taking a rejuvenating hot shower. But his eyes could not leave the tiny filmy fabric lying there in the clothes hamper. His beloved wife’s new pink thong lay there, right on top of the rest of the clothes, it lay there.
He blinked. It didn’t work, the panties were still there.
Was that really what he thought it was? It looked like a thick creamy goo. Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that covered her sweet precious opening. Did women secrete stuff like that? He knew they didn’t, but he was hoping against hope that he could find an answer that was other than his worst fears. He was more than willing to grasp at straws right now. Anything but that.
God, there was a lot of it.
He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger. God, it was still wet. Not the least bit crusty or dried. God. Had to be just before she left work. How long had she been home anyway. He could not remember. His mind was reeling.
It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it. Discover the panties with all their wetness and profound implications. They seemed to be lying there screaming at him “Look at me! Look at me you silly trusting man! Look at me and all my goo! Guess what this stuff is! Guess where we came from? Look at us, full of his goo!”
Again he reached down and touched the still soggy fabric. His finger traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this meant…….to them. His beautiful sexy beloved wife. Only married for five years, oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present he thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying there. He brought the silky sexy panties to his nose. No question about it, he realized. Definitely cum. Definitely the ones he had bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too. Part of a set, he remembered. Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of the perfect sexy erotic lingerie set. Holding the panties in one hand, he dropped his towel and picked up the thin flimsy bra. Bringing it to his nose, he could smell her perfume, and also the distinct fresh musk of a man’s cum. Looking at the full lush cups that had held her firm proud globes, he could see the forming stains left from the presence of some other male’s liquids.
Or could it have been his? Had they made love last night. He involuntarily shook his head, because there was no question , they had not made love in over a week, maybe longer he realized. With a sinking sensation, her realized he could not remember the last time they had made love.
The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and begin to fill with his love for her. Besides, he realized, there was way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his. My god, he never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin lace-framed fabric. And this was just what had drained out, there was probably a lot still left inside her. ‘Oh GOD! Baby, what have you done?’ his mind fumed in bitter uncertain pain.
He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face, oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.
“Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties honey?” He turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening cock was beginning to pulse. His face flushed in shame at his involuntary response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had broken into a thousand pieces.
The Motorhome Seduction - One
Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2006
“Hey bud, I need your help!” Chris blushed crimson with this admission.
“Well, . . . . . Ummmmm, sure, good buddy, whatever I can do to help.” Chris had never asked for help from Hank before during the fourteen years of their friendship, so Hank knew it had to be something serious.
“Needs to happen soon, before you get hitched, buddy. But, hey, . . . . . I . . . . . I can’t tell you over the phone. I’ll be in your town tomorrow night, can I meet you at the . . . . . ummmmm . . . . . old stomping grounds?” There was no question about where that was, they had spent hour after hour there in college.
“Whoa! The wedding is this weekend buddy. Doesn’t give me much time, does it?” Hank was concerned about this sudden impingement on his already limited timeline.
“I’ll explain tomorrow night bud. See you at 8. Hey, I really need your help! Thanks for at least just listening.”
“OooooooKay! See you there!” After hanging the phone up, Hank sat back in his chair, trying to puzzle out what in the world could be this important.
Like a little bird on a lush tree limb, Swana sat perched in the front seat of the long, sumptuous RV. The double-wide, plushly padded passenger seat was much larger than her petite little frame could ever fill. It was indeed wide enough for her to nap on, which she frequently did during their travels. Something about the motor home and its noises and movements seemed to make her eyelids droop. Her little flowered summer dress almost fit her trim little body perfectly. Almost, because the only thing about it that was not a perfect fit was the gap between the buttons sandwiched between her rollicking breasts. Today, that little gap hinted that no bra contained the swell of her ripeness, and no tan line marred their round perfection either. Her perfect olive complexion, bequeathed by her Sri-Lankan ancestry, seemed to positively glow in the bright sunlight. Every time her husband saw her in one of her thin, button-up-the-front cotton dresses (seemingly always complete with that tantalizing gap) he had to remind himself again not to stare at his well proportioned, buxom wife. Even after ten years of marriage he could not decide which part of her he liked better, her incredible cleavage, or that perfect little round bubble butt of hers that sat on top of those long perfectly formed legs. ‘How in the hell can a woman that short have legs that long?’ he had often wondered.
Suddenly Swana pointed. In her proper British accent she exclaimed “OH! LOOK darling! That man over there has broken down! Let’s do stop and help him! Would that be alright, darling?” Swana was one of those people that would help anyone, or anything. Chris recognized that she had just spotted her “latest unfortunate” to help out. He also knew from past experience that it was always best to just “get out of the way” when she had her sights set on her latest “cause.”
Chris slowed and guided the motor coach over to the side of the road. Swana unfastened her seat belt, then bounced out of her seat, swung around to the door, leaned over, opened it, and called to the man. “Hey MISTER! Might we be of help to you? Might we give you a ride or some such thing?”
The man slammed the hood of his car disgustedly. When he looked over at the pretty young thing that was calling to him, his eyes riveted instinctively on her incredible cleavage, magically suspended in a tight little thin summer dress, jiggling slightly as she breathed excitedly. Forcing his eyes up to meet hers, he turned and strode to the door of the huge RV. “Can you believe it! I’m headed for my wedding and my car breaks down! Wouldn’t you just know it?” Charlie looked mournfully at the woman who might be willing to help him make it to his wedding on time, and to his sexy bride. “Where ya’ll heading to? Maybe I could hitch a ride for a ways at least?”
Swana brightened. “OH! Well, golly! We’ve PLENTY of time! We’re just heading off on a weeks holiday! So just tell us where you are going and we will take you there!” Swana turned and smiled brightly at her husband. “WON”T we darling!” Her direct, rather imperious stare from her bedroom eyes left no question as to whether they were going to take this man directly to his wedding.
Chris rolled his eyes. “Sure babe!” He shrugged resignedly, “Climb on in man! We’re now at your service! I’m Chris, this is Swana, my always very helpful wife.” His friendly grin belied his words.
The stranger seemed delighted at his apparent change of luck. He extended his hand to the incredibly good-looking woman. Her soft little hand became engulfed by his huge strong one. “Hi! I’m Charlie. Thanks from the bottom of my heart, and the heart of my bride-to-be! You two in your RV slowin’ down were a sight for sore eyes, for sure, for sure!” Charlie trotted back to his car, got his suitcase and tux, carefully locked his car up, and hoisted himself up into the motor coach, smiling down at the good looking woman who had rescued him. His eyes marveled at Swana’s tight little ass as she stretched up to hang his tux in the closet.
Swana watched Charlie move about, putting his suitcase under the kitchen table, her onyx, almond shaped eyes caressing his physique. Her dark eyes dilated at what she saw. ‘He’s definitely in super shape! And look at those legs, will you! And, oh my! What a bum!’ Swana unconsciously licked her lips. The loose shorts and tight knit shirt the stranger was wearing showed off his rippling torso to wonderful advantage. ‘What a tight sexy little arse!’ She stepped slightly aside to allow him to pass by her in the tight quarters. His bicep grazed the soft tip of her breast. She smiled self-consciously as she felt her nipple harden at the slight insinuating caress. Blushing, she pointed at the seat next to her in the RV, indicating to Charlie where he was to sit, . . . . . . . right next to her.
Charlie courteously shook Chris’s hand, thanking him profusely for being so kind and generous with his time as to give him a ride. They briefly discussed where, exactly, Charlie needed to go, with Chris finally indicating that they should be able to be there in time if they drove straight through. Charlie again thanked Chris and Swana for their help. His smiling eyes could not help but notice the dimple of Swana’s nipple, protruding defiantly through the thin fabric of her light traveling dress. His eyes lingered at her cleavage. It seemed to him that perhaps she had unbuttoned one more button right there in the strategery of her cleavage. ‘But maybe it is just wishful thinking,’ he mused as he moved into his seat.
Charlie buckled his seat belt after settling in next to the window. Swana buckled in beside him, her tanned bare thigh touching his manly leg. She smiled her secret, fantasy driven smile as the motor coach pulled out onto the highway. Her cheeks carried a slight blush as her nose dilated, drinking in the subtle scent of his shampoo and after shave.
TBC
“Hey bud, I need your help!” Chris blushed crimson with this admission.
“Well, . . . . . Ummmmm, sure, good buddy, whatever I can do to help.” Chris had never asked for help from Hank before during the fourteen years of their friendship, so Hank knew it had to be something serious.
“Needs to happen soon, before you get hitched, buddy. But, hey, . . . . . I . . . . . I can’t tell you over the phone. I’ll be in your town tomorrow night, can I meet you at the . . . . . ummmmm . . . . . old stomping grounds?” There was no question about where that was, they had spent hour after hour there in college.
“Whoa! The wedding is this weekend buddy. Doesn’t give me much time, does it?” Hank was concerned about this sudden impingement on his already limited timeline.
“I’ll explain tomorrow night bud. See you at 8. Hey, I really need your help! Thanks for at least just listening.”
“OooooooKay! See you there!” After hanging the phone up, Hank sat back in his chair, trying to puzzle out what in the world could be this important.
Like a little bird on a lush tree limb, Swana sat perched in the front seat of the long, sumptuous RV. The double-wide, plushly padded passenger seat was much larger than her petite little frame could ever fill. It was indeed wide enough for her to nap on, which she frequently did during their travels. Something about the motor home and its noises and movements seemed to make her eyelids droop. Her little flowered summer dress almost fit her trim little body perfectly. Almost, because the only thing about it that was not a perfect fit was the gap between the buttons sandwiched between her rollicking breasts. Today, that little gap hinted that no bra contained the swell of her ripeness, and no tan line marred their round perfection either. Her perfect olive complexion, bequeathed by her Sri-Lankan ancestry, seemed to positively glow in the bright sunlight. Every time her husband saw her in one of her thin, button-up-the-front cotton dresses (seemingly always complete with that tantalizing gap) he had to remind himself again not to stare at his well proportioned, buxom wife. Even after ten years of marriage he could not decide which part of her he liked better, her incredible cleavage, or that perfect little round bubble butt of hers that sat on top of those long perfectly formed legs. ‘How in the hell can a woman that short have legs that long?’ he had often wondered.
Suddenly Swana pointed. In her proper British accent she exclaimed “OH! LOOK darling! That man over there has broken down! Let’s do stop and help him! Would that be alright, darling?” Swana was one of those people that would help anyone, or anything. Chris recognized that she had just spotted her “latest unfortunate” to help out. He also knew from past experience that it was always best to just “get out of the way” when she had her sights set on her latest “cause.”
Chris slowed and guided the motor coach over to the side of the road. Swana unfastened her seat belt, then bounced out of her seat, swung around to the door, leaned over, opened it, and called to the man. “Hey MISTER! Might we be of help to you? Might we give you a ride or some such thing?”
The man slammed the hood of his car disgustedly. When he looked over at the pretty young thing that was calling to him, his eyes riveted instinctively on her incredible cleavage, magically suspended in a tight little thin summer dress, jiggling slightly as she breathed excitedly. Forcing his eyes up to meet hers, he turned and strode to the door of the huge RV. “Can you believe it! I’m headed for my wedding and my car breaks down! Wouldn’t you just know it?” Charlie looked mournfully at the woman who might be willing to help him make it to his wedding on time, and to his sexy bride. “Where ya’ll heading to? Maybe I could hitch a ride for a ways at least?”
Swana brightened. “OH! Well, golly! We’ve PLENTY of time! We’re just heading off on a weeks holiday! So just tell us where you are going and we will take you there!” Swana turned and smiled brightly at her husband. “WON”T we darling!” Her direct, rather imperious stare from her bedroom eyes left no question as to whether they were going to take this man directly to his wedding.
Chris rolled his eyes. “Sure babe!” He shrugged resignedly, “Climb on in man! We’re now at your service! I’m Chris, this is Swana, my always very helpful wife.” His friendly grin belied his words.
The stranger seemed delighted at his apparent change of luck. He extended his hand to the incredibly good-looking woman. Her soft little hand became engulfed by his huge strong one. “Hi! I’m Charlie. Thanks from the bottom of my heart, and the heart of my bride-to-be! You two in your RV slowin’ down were a sight for sore eyes, for sure, for sure!” Charlie trotted back to his car, got his suitcase and tux, carefully locked his car up, and hoisted himself up into the motor coach, smiling down at the good looking woman who had rescued him. His eyes marveled at Swana’s tight little ass as she stretched up to hang his tux in the closet.
Swana watched Charlie move about, putting his suitcase under the kitchen table, her onyx, almond shaped eyes caressing his physique. Her dark eyes dilated at what she saw. ‘He’s definitely in super shape! And look at those legs, will you! And, oh my! What a bum!’ Swana unconsciously licked her lips. The loose shorts and tight knit shirt the stranger was wearing showed off his rippling torso to wonderful advantage. ‘What a tight sexy little arse!’ She stepped slightly aside to allow him to pass by her in the tight quarters. His bicep grazed the soft tip of her breast. She smiled self-consciously as she felt her nipple harden at the slight insinuating caress. Blushing, she pointed at the seat next to her in the RV, indicating to Charlie where he was to sit, . . . . . . . right next to her.
Charlie courteously shook Chris’s hand, thanking him profusely for being so kind and generous with his time as to give him a ride. They briefly discussed where, exactly, Charlie needed to go, with Chris finally indicating that they should be able to be there in time if they drove straight through. Charlie again thanked Chris and Swana for their help. His smiling eyes could not help but notice the dimple of Swana’s nipple, protruding defiantly through the thin fabric of her light traveling dress. His eyes lingered at her cleavage. It seemed to him that perhaps she had unbuttoned one more button right there in the strategery of her cleavage. ‘But maybe it is just wishful thinking,’ he mused as he moved into his seat.
Charlie buckled his seat belt after settling in next to the window. Swana buckled in beside him, her tanned bare thigh touching his manly leg. She smiled her secret, fantasy driven smile as the motor coach pulled out onto the highway. Her cheeks carried a slight blush as her nose dilated, drinking in the subtle scent of his shampoo and after shave.
TBC
Sunday, January 01, 2006
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - six
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - six
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Deaconess Elja was standing above him when Edward’s eyes fluttered open and, eventually, focused. It took him a few short seconds to remember where he was and what had happened. It also took a few seconds for the pain in his grossly stretching testicles to register. The Deaconess pressed a button releasing his cock and balls from whatever held them within the wall, then helped him stand back up, trying not to aggravate his pain. His testes ached as if they had been smashed with a hammer.
Edward tried hard to hide his scrotal pain that seemed to radiate from his balls and into his abdomen. He gently cupped his balls as the Deaconess watching. After a bit, embarrassed beyond belief, he again focused on the television screen in front of where he had been assigned to stand.
The TV camera seemed to be pointing at the ceiling. Edward, confused, looked at the white screen for a few seconds, then he moved his eyes down the wall, the camera followed his gaze. Realizing he was back in control of where the camera was pointing, Edward looked around the room, trying to find his beloved wife. As he was searching, he saw that there were many women whose vaginas and breasts were being caressed by men as they sat, waiting for the sacred ceremony. He tried hard not to stare at their pleasuring, not sure if the women could tell that he was looking at their nakedness.
At length Edward found his darling wife Paula, her head resting on the shoulder of the man on her right. His well muscled arm snuggly around her, holding her gently as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. The man’s dark hand was softly caressing her creamy breasts, softly tweaking her nipples, her satiny robe pushed aside, her delectable perky chest gloriously on display for anyone wishing to look.
Edward stared, feeling insecure, yet subconsciously idolizing his wife as she accepted the stranger’s sexually explicit touches.
Edward had not previously noticed the sun tan lines on his wife’s breasts. He could see that she had obviously worn a skimpy bathing suit top on her mission trip to Jamaica. In fact, he realized with a jealous jolt, it had to have been a VERY small bikini top, covering only her nipples, and barely that!
His eyes lingered down her exposed body to her crotch. A dark hand was manipulating her labia, occasionally entering her in slow delicately gentle penetrations. Trying hard to ignore those lascivious violations, Edward detected distinct tan lines from an equally small bikini bottom, so skimpy that had it had barely covered her intimate part. In fact, when he zoomed in, he could se that the sides of her cunt lips were partially tanned. Only about a half inch of the ridges of her lips and pink interior of her pussy were still pristine.
Edward had not known that his inhibited wife, well, the woman he had thought was inhibited, even had a bikini, let alone one so very tiny and petite. And to have her pussy hairless like she did now! It was as if she had regressed to a virginal little girl, back to her prepubescent days before they had met.
His eyes could not stop watching the hand caressing, no, that was the wrong word, the hand that was massaging his wife’s hairless vaginal opening. Her pubic mound and lips were moving, stretching about, her clittie being so erotically caressed by her clittie hood with the movements of the hand, massaging in enticing circles as the hand enjoyed stimulating her there. Again the middle finger entered her. Edward could see her wetness glistening on the dark skin of the lewd penetrating finger.
As Edward was watching, his aching genitals inadvertently slipped back through the opening in the wall. Instantly his penis and testicles felt wonderful again! Again it felt as if his penis was being suckled in ways that Edward vaguely realized he would love to grow addicted to. The stimulations were perfectly suited to encourage his pleasures.
Deaconess Elja smiled at a totally engrossed Edward, watching as he again felt no pain in his testicles. She could tell that he would be a perfect addition to their religious enclave. She caressed his buttocks as Edward surrendered to the sensations that pleasured his genitals. The Deaconess smiled again, enjoying her caresses of Edward’s ass. So firm, so well muscled, so wonderfully tight and round! Yes, she knew she would enjoy this man, this white man’s firm little butt! She looked forward to their first encounter.
Edward watched his wife being caressed and fondled by the two men.
Her mouth again formed its perfect O of arousal. Edward could hear her begin to moan. She turned in the arms of the man that had been caressing her breasts, lying back against his chest, watching the touches of the hand enjoying her pussy, her eyes wide in focused gaze upon her opening being wonderfully, expertly pleasured, delighted, by the attentions, Paula spread her thighs wider, encouraging the further pleasuring insertions of the finger.
Edward watched as the anonymous hand inserted two fingers into his wife’s aroused, sopping wet vagina. The people on the pew behind her stood, leaning over her, fondling her. Her body seemed to be literally purring in delight as more and more hands began to caress her, massage her, pleasure almost every square inch of her aroused, shivering body.
Edward saw a woman’s hand move to Paula’s vaginal opening, entering her softly with first one finger, then two, then three. The woman’s hand pressed gently with each penetration, opening his wife wider and wider. Soon even the woman’s thumb was being engulfed within Paula’s neediness. Her hips began to press against the hand, trying to encourage its penetrating caresses.
Suddenly the hand breached the barrier of her vaginal lips and slipped wrist deep into her exquisitely stretched pussy.
Edward began to cum again, humping the wall in front of him, his cock being sucked, his balls fondled, his asshole clenching around whatever was impaling him.
In his orgasm, Edward heard his wife shriek in fulfillment. With her right hand, she reached down as if she were fucking her own body with Pastor Syh’s likeness, grasping the woman’s arm and began to guides its penetrations, pulling the woman’s hand almost out of her cunt, then jamming it back inside her, slamming it against her randy cervix with each powerful, humping fuck-stroke.
Paula began to scream, her voice demanding a good fucking, a good cunt wrenching, to be filled with huge black cocks, to be bred with black man’s cum, bred to bear black babies, to carry, and love, and nurse and suckle her white, milk-filled teats.
Paula’s orgasm was powerful and lasted for a long shuddering eternity. Slowly, Paula’s eyes drooped, then closed, her voice slowly dwindled, her body now only twitching periodically in her post orgasmic nirvana.
Edward, weak kneed, again slumped, his cock and balls still held firmly within the wall, still being stimulated and suckled. Edward’s knees finally buckled completely. He collapsed to his knees, his balls again being stretched as his chest and cheek hugged the wall. The Deaconess withdrew her finger after massaging his prostate just a bit longer, coaxing every possible microgram of cum from within his body.
The lights slowly faded throughout the church. The twenty voice choir began to sing softly.
The sacred service was starting.
TBC
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Deaconess Elja was standing above him when Edward’s eyes fluttered open and, eventually, focused. It took him a few short seconds to remember where he was and what had happened. It also took a few seconds for the pain in his grossly stretching testicles to register. The Deaconess pressed a button releasing his cock and balls from whatever held them within the wall, then helped him stand back up, trying not to aggravate his pain. His testes ached as if they had been smashed with a hammer.
Edward tried hard to hide his scrotal pain that seemed to radiate from his balls and into his abdomen. He gently cupped his balls as the Deaconess watching. After a bit, embarrassed beyond belief, he again focused on the television screen in front of where he had been assigned to stand.
The TV camera seemed to be pointing at the ceiling. Edward, confused, looked at the white screen for a few seconds, then he moved his eyes down the wall, the camera followed his gaze. Realizing he was back in control of where the camera was pointing, Edward looked around the room, trying to find his beloved wife. As he was searching, he saw that there were many women whose vaginas and breasts were being caressed by men as they sat, waiting for the sacred ceremony. He tried hard not to stare at their pleasuring, not sure if the women could tell that he was looking at their nakedness.
At length Edward found his darling wife Paula, her head resting on the shoulder of the man on her right. His well muscled arm snuggly around her, holding her gently as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. The man’s dark hand was softly caressing her creamy breasts, softly tweaking her nipples, her satiny robe pushed aside, her delectable perky chest gloriously on display for anyone wishing to look.
Edward stared, feeling insecure, yet subconsciously idolizing his wife as she accepted the stranger’s sexually explicit touches.
Edward had not previously noticed the sun tan lines on his wife’s breasts. He could see that she had obviously worn a skimpy bathing suit top on her mission trip to Jamaica. In fact, he realized with a jealous jolt, it had to have been a VERY small bikini top, covering only her nipples, and barely that!
His eyes lingered down her exposed body to her crotch. A dark hand was manipulating her labia, occasionally entering her in slow delicately gentle penetrations. Trying hard to ignore those lascivious violations, Edward detected distinct tan lines from an equally small bikini bottom, so skimpy that had it had barely covered her intimate part. In fact, when he zoomed in, he could se that the sides of her cunt lips were partially tanned. Only about a half inch of the ridges of her lips and pink interior of her pussy were still pristine.
Edward had not known that his inhibited wife, well, the woman he had thought was inhibited, even had a bikini, let alone one so very tiny and petite. And to have her pussy hairless like she did now! It was as if she had regressed to a virginal little girl, back to her prepubescent days before they had met.
His eyes could not stop watching the hand caressing, no, that was the wrong word, the hand that was massaging his wife’s hairless vaginal opening. Her pubic mound and lips were moving, stretching about, her clittie being so erotically caressed by her clittie hood with the movements of the hand, massaging in enticing circles as the hand enjoyed stimulating her there. Again the middle finger entered her. Edward could see her wetness glistening on the dark skin of the lewd penetrating finger.
As Edward was watching, his aching genitals inadvertently slipped back through the opening in the wall. Instantly his penis and testicles felt wonderful again! Again it felt as if his penis was being suckled in ways that Edward vaguely realized he would love to grow addicted to. The stimulations were perfectly suited to encourage his pleasures.
Deaconess Elja smiled at a totally engrossed Edward, watching as he again felt no pain in his testicles. She could tell that he would be a perfect addition to their religious enclave. She caressed his buttocks as Edward surrendered to the sensations that pleasured his genitals. The Deaconess smiled again, enjoying her caresses of Edward’s ass. So firm, so well muscled, so wonderfully tight and round! Yes, she knew she would enjoy this man, this white man’s firm little butt! She looked forward to their first encounter.
Edward watched his wife being caressed and fondled by the two men.
Her mouth again formed its perfect O of arousal. Edward could hear her begin to moan. She turned in the arms of the man that had been caressing her breasts, lying back against his chest, watching the touches of the hand enjoying her pussy, her eyes wide in focused gaze upon her opening being wonderfully, expertly pleasured, delighted, by the attentions, Paula spread her thighs wider, encouraging the further pleasuring insertions of the finger.
Edward watched as the anonymous hand inserted two fingers into his wife’s aroused, sopping wet vagina. The people on the pew behind her stood, leaning over her, fondling her. Her body seemed to be literally purring in delight as more and more hands began to caress her, massage her, pleasure almost every square inch of her aroused, shivering body.
Edward saw a woman’s hand move to Paula’s vaginal opening, entering her softly with first one finger, then two, then three. The woman’s hand pressed gently with each penetration, opening his wife wider and wider. Soon even the woman’s thumb was being engulfed within Paula’s neediness. Her hips began to press against the hand, trying to encourage its penetrating caresses.
Suddenly the hand breached the barrier of her vaginal lips and slipped wrist deep into her exquisitely stretched pussy.
Edward began to cum again, humping the wall in front of him, his cock being sucked, his balls fondled, his asshole clenching around whatever was impaling him.
In his orgasm, Edward heard his wife shriek in fulfillment. With her right hand, she reached down as if she were fucking her own body with Pastor Syh’s likeness, grasping the woman’s arm and began to guides its penetrations, pulling the woman’s hand almost out of her cunt, then jamming it back inside her, slamming it against her randy cervix with each powerful, humping fuck-stroke.
Paula began to scream, her voice demanding a good fucking, a good cunt wrenching, to be filled with huge black cocks, to be bred with black man’s cum, bred to bear black babies, to carry, and love, and nurse and suckle her white, milk-filled teats.
Paula’s orgasm was powerful and lasted for a long shuddering eternity. Slowly, Paula’s eyes drooped, then closed, her voice slowly dwindled, her body now only twitching periodically in her post orgasmic nirvana.
Edward, weak kneed, again slumped, his cock and balls still held firmly within the wall, still being stimulated and suckled. Edward’s knees finally buckled completely. He collapsed to his knees, his balls again being stretched as his chest and cheek hugged the wall. The Deaconess withdrew her finger after massaging his prostate just a bit longer, coaxing every possible microgram of cum from within his body.
The lights slowly faded throughout the church. The twenty voice choir began to sing softly.
The sacred service was starting.
TBC
Saturday, December 24, 2005
A Soldier's Christmas Homecoming
Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2005
Jim had a hard on for most of the overseas flight home from Iraq. Visions of his wife, Terry, cascaded through his mind in abundant verdant images, fond images of the first time they had made love, and then also the second and third and finally the night of their marriage. It had been fast, sort of a whirlwind relationship, but he was getting ready to rotate overseas, and there was absolutely no question in either one of their minds that they loved each other deeply and forever. They both felt absolutely sure, and absolutely ready to commit to each other for their whole life.
Terry letters had been filled with how much she missed him, and also of loving reassurances in each and every email, written daily, like clockwork just before she went to bed each night, expressing her love for him.
He had earned his leave the hard way, partly by being soldier of the year, and partly by saving the commanding general’s ass in a surprise ambush by the insurgents. The shrapnel through his thigh had sewed up the hard-to-get leave. His purple heart was in processing, as well as his award for meritorious service and for gallantry in action. The general had personally awarded that particular commendation at reveille the very next morning!
And so as Jim flew home, hour on tedious hour of anxious waiting to see his beloved wife again, caused his thoughts to turn naturally to her sexy body, how she had been so responsive to his touches. His best friend had told him of the rumors about her, how she was easy, enjoyed by many men already. He had not cared. Her eyes saw only him when they were together. And Jim’s eyes saw only her.
True enough, they really did not know each other for long before they had suddenly, impulsively tied the knot. But she had lived up to every single word of her promises. And she had written him every single day, not just a jotted short note either, but a long love letter of her day, and of her continuing love for him. No other man in his unit had received as many emails. It was so obvious that even his best buddy had commented on it.
Jim dozed once, waking to memories of his naked wife in the throws of her glorious orgasm. His cock was as hard as the barrel or his rifle as he sat their fantasizing about making love with her when he got home.
He had deliberately not told her he was coming home. He wanted to surprise her, give himself to her as his Christmas gift to her. He had of course already shopped on line and bought her gobs of stuff, gift wrapped of course, but all that would pale in comparison to him walking through the front door of their sparse, small, one bedroom house. Yes, he could visualize the look on her face when he walked in! His cock got even harder as he thought of her sitting in her bathrobe near the small tree she had emailed him a picture of, hearing the sound of a key in the lock, and suddenly seeing him walk through the door, grinning as wide as a battle tank breaching the hole in the enemy front line.
He grinned lustfully as his sex starved mind turned to making love to his wife again, seeing in his mind’s eye her full firm breasts, so plump and sensitive! WOW, he had loved touching her nipples, feeling her chest rise in response to his teasings, hearing her moan as his mouth found her hardening dark nubbins. Her breasts, so incredibly round and high and in-love with his touches and his mouth and his caresses, were there at home, waiting for his hands, his mouth, his gentle loving fondling. He could almost feel his cock sinking slowly, lovingly into her unused little pussy when he opened her robe, opened her body to him, after he had kissed and suckled and tongued her cleft. Yes, he was so hard, so horny, so ready to make love all night and all Christmas day.
He was so eager and optimistic about their two weeks of his leave. He wondered if they would even emerge from their little house at all. Just two weeks, but two weeks of not having to work. Just him and his beloved Terry, together, naked, making love over and over!
His cock was harder than first sergeant during inspection.
The damn cab seemed to be crawling through traffic. Every corner seemed to have its own snafu. The pre-Christmas traffic seemed to make the 30 minute trip from the airport take forever. Jim’s cock stayed hard, ever so eager and un-recalcitrant about wanting to have sex the very second he walked through the door. They wouldn’t of course, but not because he didn’t want to. He knew he had to give her a bit of time to see and smell and touch him and get used to being with a man again after the nine months he had been away.
The taxi had driven by a factory that seemed to smell as warm and musky as her sweet pussy did when she was finally filled and satisfied, after their lovings. His cock had almost spurted when he had smelled THAT distinct sexy scent! Yes, he was SO ready to finally be with his woman again.
The sun had set, and the evening was quite dark by the time he was nearing home. Had it not been for the freshly fallen snow, it would have been pitch dark.
As the taxi turned the last corner, he scanned the row of houses, finding theirs, the little yellow house with light brown shutters. The shutters were false, but they had so enthralled Terry when they had been looking for a place for her to live while he was overseas. He smiled at the memory of her excited face as they suddenly had come upon the little house. “It is PERFECT,” she had gushed, her face flushed with her excitement.
The taxi driver leaned back and said, “Just point when we get close son, and I’ll pull over, all right?”
His voice tremulous in his excitement, Jim had simply muttered “Sure!” His eyes were glued on the center of the block where he knew their house was. It was set back a bit, behind the neighbor’s carport, if he remembered correctly.
Suddenly he saw it! The lights were on.
WAIT!
There was a man walking up to their front door! Confused and startled, Jim did not point out their house to the taxi driver. Just as they drove past, the front door opened and his wife stood there looking at the man on the front porch. As Jim watched, his beloved wife flung herself into the man’s arms, her legs girdling his hips. She hugged him tightly, their cheeks pressed tightly against each other. They stayed like that the whole time the taxi passed on slowly down the street.
Jim stared, swiveling in his seat as they passed. As the taxi neared the end of the block, he saw his wife take the man’s hand and pull him into their little house. The door shut as the taxi stopped at the stop sign at the next intersection. It was as if when the light from within the house was shut off by the closing of the door, the lights in Jim’s world went out as well.
The taxi driver turned in his seat. His eyes were full of compassion. His experienced eyes watched the handsome uniformed service man as his face transitioned from a controlled mask of confusion, to fear, and then turning to anger.
The taxi driver had seen this before. He knew all he could do was simply wait for the soldier to tell him what was to happen next.
After a long pause, the man in the back seat simply said, “Take me to a god damn bar!”
The taxi stopped about a mile further on. The soldier got out, paid his fare, and after leaning against the wall for a few minutes, entered the tavern.
The taxi driver wished he had not seen what had just happened to a service man on the night before Christmas. It just wasn’t fair. “GOD DAMN IT!” he swore as he drove off.
Jim sat there at the bar, downing shot after shot of mind numbing alcohol. The anger inside him boiled and simmered as he sat there, the image of his wife hugging another man with so much lustful enthusiasm burning into his very core, until he could no longer stand his seething emotional pain.
Jim was ashamed of his unexplainable erection as he thought about his wife being with another man. Why in the HELL would he be hard, thinking about his cheating damn wife fucking another man? Jim had no idea why his cock was betraying him, but he knew what his heart felt, the treachery, the realization that all that she had said was a god damn lie! His anger was a roiling boil as he tried to reconcile why his damn cock was hard while his heart was breaking.
The bar tender had stood close to the soldier, hoping against hope that the soldier would unload his obvious pain before it blew up. Too many times the bar tender had seen a fight erupt when someone was this torn up inside. Fights cost him money. The cost of repairs and the loss of other patrons had a long term lingering effect on the bottom line of his little tavern.
The bar tender was almost ready to tell the soldier that he could not serve him any more alcohol when the soldier suddenly fished a roll of bills out of his pocket, paid his tab, and got up. The bar tenders eyes followed the young man as he walked rather unsteadily to the taxi phone and ordered a cab.
The bar tender breathed a sigh of relief as the young soldier staggered out of the bar.
Once inside the taxi, Jim changed his mind. He had intended to simply find a hotel room and sleep off his drinking, then confront his wife in the morning. But once outside, he had suddenly decided he needed to find out once and for all what his wife was up to! He knew he would not sleep until he knew for sure, until he had actually seen her cheating fucking legs wrapped around her god damn lover as she came and came just like she did with him when they had been together.
Trying to hang onto a last vestige of hope, Jim rationalized that she had at least been a faithful wife in terms of writing to him daily. And she had never hinted that she was even thinking about cheating on him.
‘But then what wife would?’ Jim thought. After all, he had known when he married her that she was a rounder. He cursed under his breath at his fucking hard on. It seemed to demand his attention when all he wanted to do was slam his battle hardened fist into the face of the asshole that was fucking his wife right at this very moment.
The cab pulled up in front of the little yellow house. Jim paid his fare before he opened the cab door. He then silently closed the cab door, and walked noiselessly to the front door, his key in his shaking angry hand, all the while watching for any movement in the darkened house.
Jim’s war trained ears were probing for the sounds of his wife’s cumming as he stealthily opened the door, his prick still hard, his heart breaking, and his mind so full of anger he could not even begin to think rationally.
His battle-tested training from nine months of searching Iraqi houses door to door guided Jim’s alcohol fogged brain. His every sense was on high alert. He opened the door to his home a millimeter at a time, allowing it to slowly, at a snails pace, swing open on its hinges.
Like a shadow in the elusive Valley of the Moon, Jim moved into the entry of the small yellow house where his cheating wife was fucking a strange man. Slowly he closed the door behind him, his mind analyzing every sound. He could hear nothing that seemed dangerous.
Turning his head from side to side, he localized the sounds of soft breathing of someone who was sleeping. The rhythmic breathing was coming from the living room.
Moving like a cat on the prowl for the only mouse in the valley, Jim turned, instinctively reaching at the same time for the knife in his ankle sheathe. Withdrawing the knife even as he crept forward, Jim could not stop thinking that his wife and this fucker had been so hot for each other that they could not even make it to the god damn bedroom. They had fucked on the couch and probably still lay wrapped in each other’s arms, asleep after fucking their passions away.
‘Perhaps I should just cut his cock and balls off and let him bleed to death as the slut watches her lover die!’ Once Jim had crept close enough to the couch to see in the dim light, he realized that only one person was asleep there. The person was indeed male, but quite young, Jim guessed around fifteens years old.
‘Maybe they are taking turns with her,’ reasoned Jim. He turned and crept slowly toward the open door of the single bedroom. ‘She has to be in there with her lover. Good place to kill a whore! Right in her own bed with her legs wrapped around his skinny fucking ass!’ Jim grinned malevolently as he pictured his knife stuck into the cheating son-of-a-bitches abdomen after he had slowly cut his nuts off, one at a time, and then removed his cheating prick to throw to the neighbor’s dogs. ‘Wouldn’t that be a sight? The neighbors dogs fighting over a freshly cut cock.’ Jim grinned horribly as he fantasized about two dogs fighting over his wife’s lover’s bloody, severed cock.
Peeking around the corner, Jim realized that it was too dark to know what was in the room. He decided to enter the room and then flip on the light and catch his cheating whore slut wife right in the act of her cunt spread around the man’s prick.
Moving with practiced calm, Jim stepped into the room. He raised his hand to the light switch. He moved his knife-bearing hand forward, ready for whatever might spring from the bed at him.
Every muscle in his body tensed, then relaxed as he prepared for a fight.
His finger flipped the light switch on with a distinct “FLICK!”
Everything happened in a blur after that. But all Jim remembered was the blood curdling scream of terror as his wife looked up at him with eyes the size of a harvest moon, her mouth open, frozen in terror. She was clutching her old worn flannel nighty up around her throat.
There was only her in the bed. The other side of the bed, his side, was not even messed up.
Jim felt cheated. Nobody to vent his rage on. Not fair! He was wound up for a god damn fight!
“OH MY GOD MOTHER OF GOD! OH SHIT OH DEAR GOD DAMN JIMI!” She gasped for breath, trying to regain any kind of control of her terror.
The sudden stench of her fear and the smell of her voided bladder filled his war honed senses.
“What in god’s sake are you doing here baby!!!!!!!!!!!” Reality set in and she leapt from the bed at him, her face suddenly full of joy. She landed in his arms. Jim had the good sense to lower the razor sharp blade in his hand. He caught her with one arm as her legs wrapped around his hips, just exactly the way they had around the man at the door as he had driven by earlier in the evening.
Jim still had questions, although he was beginning to feel a bit foolish for his distrust of his loving wife. He pulled his head back and looked menacingly into her face. “So Terry, who is in on the couch?” His expression was still frozen in a battle-ready war mask.
It was the face of a brave American soldier that no enemy could conquer.
“Who? OH! That’s Timmy, my kid brother! He came tonight and surprised me too! He came because he didn’t want me to be here alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas. He rode the buss up from Webster City honey!” Her face gazed adoringly at the love of her life for long gleeful seconds.
Suddenly she could not stop herself from talking. “God baby, you are here! Am I dreaming? Are you really here? How did you get here? Are you OK? Is something wrong? HONEY! Talk to me! Tell me what is happening! How long do I have you for? Do you have to go back baby? What time is it? Do you want something to eat? Can I get you a beer honey? I have been saving your Pale Ale for you, want one of those?” She ran out of words and devoured his mouth with her hunger.
Jim dropped his knife and began to kiss his wife back with nine months of loneliness spurring his need.
There were no further words between them, just passionate kisses and tearing off of jackets and flannel night gowns and shirts and trousers and boots, and heavy breathing.. Her deep guttural moan as he sank into her was enough to trigger Jim’s orgasm. She giggled delightedly as she realized that he had already cum inside her without even having bottomed out.
She moved her mouth to his ear and lovingly whispered “God baby, that was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten in my whole life. Stay inside me till you get hard again, and then fuck me for seven days nonstop baby! God I have missed you honey! How come your thigh is bandaged up? Did you get hurt? Can I look at it tomorrow after you can’t get hard any more, after you have made love to me at least twenty times honey?” She giggled as his cock throbbed inside her.
And Terry meant every word she said.
Jim grinned himself when he realized that even though he had cum, his cock was still hard as steel. ‘God does this little woman turn me on!’ he thought as he again began to move slowly and gently in and out of his beloved wife’s sweet welcoming body.
About noon the next day, Terry leaned up on her elbow, her hand hopefully caressing her husband’s soft ball sack, her thumb slowly massaging the base of his finally flaccid and satisfied penis, and asked her beloved man, “Baby, I noticed last night when you came into the room, just before I screamed, that you had a huge bulge in your britches. But you thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you? Its OK if you did honey, but I really do need to know your answer.”
Miserably, Jim nodded his head. “I am so sorry to have doubted you baby. I am so sorry! Can you forgive me?” His face was flushed with humiliation.
“Hey honey, forget that, it is over and done with. But my question is, when you thought that I MIGHT be cheating on you, it turned you on, didn’t it? Just a little bit?”
Jim could hear the hope in her voice.
Jim had always taken pride in thinking of himself as a totally self-honest person. Still, he paused, lost in thought for a minute. He remembered his erection, how he had had it on the way over on the plane, how he had still had it after he had watched Timmy get her welcoming gleeful hug. How he had stayed annoyingly erect even as he was getting snockered at the bar. His cock HAD been hard as he snuck into his own house, expecting to find her in the arms of her lover. And yes, he had to admit to himself, he WAS slightly disappointed to find her alone.
She kissed his forehead and murmured, “It’s OK baby. I understand. I have never cheated on you, nor will I ever unless you tell me you want me to. I guess then it wouldn’t be cheating. But unless you give me your permission, I never would. You know how much I like to fuck, and it HAS been hard baby. But every time I started getting tempted, I thought about how it would hurt you baby, and then it was easy to not go out on you. OK? I love you more than just words can say baby.”
Jim’s cock began to engorge again as he allowed a picture of his wife in the arms of another man to fill his mind, the man’s cock buried deep inside her as she eagerly sucked her husband’s cock, even as her husband watched his sweet wife getting close to cumming, as he watched her crest, her orgasm causing her to scream in delight as the other man’s cock in her pussy shots its cream deep into her belly.
“Oh god baby,” she giggled, “look your gorgeous cock is getting hard while you think about me fucking another man, isn’t it! Oh GOD baby, this is so exciting! You do want to watch me get laid by a stranger, don’t you?”
The images in Jim’s head were swirling, mixed in desire and dread. His cock was undeniably hard though.
His wife pushed him over on his back and mounted him. “What is your best buddies name in your unit baby? What is his name?”
“Sammy.” Jim felt his prick spasm as she slid down on him, his mind caught by the image of his buddy Sammy impaling his wife.
Terry began to moan. “Sammy, fuck me, fuck me deep and cum inside your best buddy’s wife.” Her hands went to her plump breasts, her fingers pulling, tugging on her nipples. Jim could feel her wetness beginning to flow deep inside her as she rocked back and forth on his rigid prick. “Oh god Sammy, your cock feels so good baby! Yes, fuck this little white married wife’s horny pussy and make your best buddy’s wife cum all over your gorgeous stiff cock baby!”
Jim’s wife’s face was a mask of need now. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, her verdant scent of arousal again cascaded over him.
“Oh god Sammy, your cock is so perfect, so nice, so wonderfully hard! Deep inside my cunt, fucking me, fuckinggggggggggggggggggg meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”
Right there in front of her husband’s astonished eyes, Jim’s wife had her first orgasm since their marriage in which she was thinking of fucking another man’s cock, not her husband’s.
Jim’s cock lurched, spewing his jewels deep inside his playful beloved wife’s cheating, spasming little cunt.
[We want to tell all of the brave and dedicated American Soldiers around the world how much we here at home appreciate your willingness to protect freedom from the idiots that inhabit the darker corners of the world. This story is written to assure you that we are waiting patiently for you to come home. To come home and fuck your sweet wife’s needy pussy! YOU!
Grin,
Deni and Linda and Lieza. ]
Jim had a hard on for most of the overseas flight home from Iraq. Visions of his wife, Terry, cascaded through his mind in abundant verdant images, fond images of the first time they had made love, and then also the second and third and finally the night of their marriage. It had been fast, sort of a whirlwind relationship, but he was getting ready to rotate overseas, and there was absolutely no question in either one of their minds that they loved each other deeply and forever. They both felt absolutely sure, and absolutely ready to commit to each other for their whole life.
Terry letters had been filled with how much she missed him, and also of loving reassurances in each and every email, written daily, like clockwork just before she went to bed each night, expressing her love for him.
He had earned his leave the hard way, partly by being soldier of the year, and partly by saving the commanding general’s ass in a surprise ambush by the insurgents. The shrapnel through his thigh had sewed up the hard-to-get leave. His purple heart was in processing, as well as his award for meritorious service and for gallantry in action. The general had personally awarded that particular commendation at reveille the very next morning!
And so as Jim flew home, hour on tedious hour of anxious waiting to see his beloved wife again, caused his thoughts to turn naturally to her sexy body, how she had been so responsive to his touches. His best friend had told him of the rumors about her, how she was easy, enjoyed by many men already. He had not cared. Her eyes saw only him when they were together. And Jim’s eyes saw only her.
True enough, they really did not know each other for long before they had suddenly, impulsively tied the knot. But she had lived up to every single word of her promises. And she had written him every single day, not just a jotted short note either, but a long love letter of her day, and of her continuing love for him. No other man in his unit had received as many emails. It was so obvious that even his best buddy had commented on it.
Jim dozed once, waking to memories of his naked wife in the throws of her glorious orgasm. His cock was as hard as the barrel or his rifle as he sat their fantasizing about making love with her when he got home.
He had deliberately not told her he was coming home. He wanted to surprise her, give himself to her as his Christmas gift to her. He had of course already shopped on line and bought her gobs of stuff, gift wrapped of course, but all that would pale in comparison to him walking through the front door of their sparse, small, one bedroom house. Yes, he could visualize the look on her face when he walked in! His cock got even harder as he thought of her sitting in her bathrobe near the small tree she had emailed him a picture of, hearing the sound of a key in the lock, and suddenly seeing him walk through the door, grinning as wide as a battle tank breaching the hole in the enemy front line.
He grinned lustfully as his sex starved mind turned to making love to his wife again, seeing in his mind’s eye her full firm breasts, so plump and sensitive! WOW, he had loved touching her nipples, feeling her chest rise in response to his teasings, hearing her moan as his mouth found her hardening dark nubbins. Her breasts, so incredibly round and high and in-love with his touches and his mouth and his caresses, were there at home, waiting for his hands, his mouth, his gentle loving fondling. He could almost feel his cock sinking slowly, lovingly into her unused little pussy when he opened her robe, opened her body to him, after he had kissed and suckled and tongued her cleft. Yes, he was so hard, so horny, so ready to make love all night and all Christmas day.
He was so eager and optimistic about their two weeks of his leave. He wondered if they would even emerge from their little house at all. Just two weeks, but two weeks of not having to work. Just him and his beloved Terry, together, naked, making love over and over!
His cock was harder than first sergeant during inspection.
The damn cab seemed to be crawling through traffic. Every corner seemed to have its own snafu. The pre-Christmas traffic seemed to make the 30 minute trip from the airport take forever. Jim’s cock stayed hard, ever so eager and un-recalcitrant about wanting to have sex the very second he walked through the door. They wouldn’t of course, but not because he didn’t want to. He knew he had to give her a bit of time to see and smell and touch him and get used to being with a man again after the nine months he had been away.
The taxi had driven by a factory that seemed to smell as warm and musky as her sweet pussy did when she was finally filled and satisfied, after their lovings. His cock had almost spurted when he had smelled THAT distinct sexy scent! Yes, he was SO ready to finally be with his woman again.
The sun had set, and the evening was quite dark by the time he was nearing home. Had it not been for the freshly fallen snow, it would have been pitch dark.
As the taxi turned the last corner, he scanned the row of houses, finding theirs, the little yellow house with light brown shutters. The shutters were false, but they had so enthralled Terry when they had been looking for a place for her to live while he was overseas. He smiled at the memory of her excited face as they suddenly had come upon the little house. “It is PERFECT,” she had gushed, her face flushed with her excitement.
The taxi driver leaned back and said, “Just point when we get close son, and I’ll pull over, all right?”
His voice tremulous in his excitement, Jim had simply muttered “Sure!” His eyes were glued on the center of the block where he knew their house was. It was set back a bit, behind the neighbor’s carport, if he remembered correctly.
Suddenly he saw it! The lights were on.
WAIT!
There was a man walking up to their front door! Confused and startled, Jim did not point out their house to the taxi driver. Just as they drove past, the front door opened and his wife stood there looking at the man on the front porch. As Jim watched, his beloved wife flung herself into the man’s arms, her legs girdling his hips. She hugged him tightly, their cheeks pressed tightly against each other. They stayed like that the whole time the taxi passed on slowly down the street.
Jim stared, swiveling in his seat as they passed. As the taxi neared the end of the block, he saw his wife take the man’s hand and pull him into their little house. The door shut as the taxi stopped at the stop sign at the next intersection. It was as if when the light from within the house was shut off by the closing of the door, the lights in Jim’s world went out as well.
The taxi driver turned in his seat. His eyes were full of compassion. His experienced eyes watched the handsome uniformed service man as his face transitioned from a controlled mask of confusion, to fear, and then turning to anger.
The taxi driver had seen this before. He knew all he could do was simply wait for the soldier to tell him what was to happen next.
After a long pause, the man in the back seat simply said, “Take me to a god damn bar!”
The taxi stopped about a mile further on. The soldier got out, paid his fare, and after leaning against the wall for a few minutes, entered the tavern.
The taxi driver wished he had not seen what had just happened to a service man on the night before Christmas. It just wasn’t fair. “GOD DAMN IT!” he swore as he drove off.
Jim sat there at the bar, downing shot after shot of mind numbing alcohol. The anger inside him boiled and simmered as he sat there, the image of his wife hugging another man with so much lustful enthusiasm burning into his very core, until he could no longer stand his seething emotional pain.
Jim was ashamed of his unexplainable erection as he thought about his wife being with another man. Why in the HELL would he be hard, thinking about his cheating damn wife fucking another man? Jim had no idea why his cock was betraying him, but he knew what his heart felt, the treachery, the realization that all that she had said was a god damn lie! His anger was a roiling boil as he tried to reconcile why his damn cock was hard while his heart was breaking.
The bar tender had stood close to the soldier, hoping against hope that the soldier would unload his obvious pain before it blew up. Too many times the bar tender had seen a fight erupt when someone was this torn up inside. Fights cost him money. The cost of repairs and the loss of other patrons had a long term lingering effect on the bottom line of his little tavern.
The bar tender was almost ready to tell the soldier that he could not serve him any more alcohol when the soldier suddenly fished a roll of bills out of his pocket, paid his tab, and got up. The bar tenders eyes followed the young man as he walked rather unsteadily to the taxi phone and ordered a cab.
The bar tender breathed a sigh of relief as the young soldier staggered out of the bar.
Once inside the taxi, Jim changed his mind. He had intended to simply find a hotel room and sleep off his drinking, then confront his wife in the morning. But once outside, he had suddenly decided he needed to find out once and for all what his wife was up to! He knew he would not sleep until he knew for sure, until he had actually seen her cheating fucking legs wrapped around her god damn lover as she came and came just like she did with him when they had been together.
Trying to hang onto a last vestige of hope, Jim rationalized that she had at least been a faithful wife in terms of writing to him daily. And she had never hinted that she was even thinking about cheating on him.
‘But then what wife would?’ Jim thought. After all, he had known when he married her that she was a rounder. He cursed under his breath at his fucking hard on. It seemed to demand his attention when all he wanted to do was slam his battle hardened fist into the face of the asshole that was fucking his wife right at this very moment.
The cab pulled up in front of the little yellow house. Jim paid his fare before he opened the cab door. He then silently closed the cab door, and walked noiselessly to the front door, his key in his shaking angry hand, all the while watching for any movement in the darkened house.
Jim’s war trained ears were probing for the sounds of his wife’s cumming as he stealthily opened the door, his prick still hard, his heart breaking, and his mind so full of anger he could not even begin to think rationally.
His battle-tested training from nine months of searching Iraqi houses door to door guided Jim’s alcohol fogged brain. His every sense was on high alert. He opened the door to his home a millimeter at a time, allowing it to slowly, at a snails pace, swing open on its hinges.
Like a shadow in the elusive Valley of the Moon, Jim moved into the entry of the small yellow house where his cheating wife was fucking a strange man. Slowly he closed the door behind him, his mind analyzing every sound. He could hear nothing that seemed dangerous.
Turning his head from side to side, he localized the sounds of soft breathing of someone who was sleeping. The rhythmic breathing was coming from the living room.
Moving like a cat on the prowl for the only mouse in the valley, Jim turned, instinctively reaching at the same time for the knife in his ankle sheathe. Withdrawing the knife even as he crept forward, Jim could not stop thinking that his wife and this fucker had been so hot for each other that they could not even make it to the god damn bedroom. They had fucked on the couch and probably still lay wrapped in each other’s arms, asleep after fucking their passions away.
‘Perhaps I should just cut his cock and balls off and let him bleed to death as the slut watches her lover die!’ Once Jim had crept close enough to the couch to see in the dim light, he realized that only one person was asleep there. The person was indeed male, but quite young, Jim guessed around fifteens years old.
‘Maybe they are taking turns with her,’ reasoned Jim. He turned and crept slowly toward the open door of the single bedroom. ‘She has to be in there with her lover. Good place to kill a whore! Right in her own bed with her legs wrapped around his skinny fucking ass!’ Jim grinned malevolently as he pictured his knife stuck into the cheating son-of-a-bitches abdomen after he had slowly cut his nuts off, one at a time, and then removed his cheating prick to throw to the neighbor’s dogs. ‘Wouldn’t that be a sight? The neighbors dogs fighting over a freshly cut cock.’ Jim grinned horribly as he fantasized about two dogs fighting over his wife’s lover’s bloody, severed cock.
Peeking around the corner, Jim realized that it was too dark to know what was in the room. He decided to enter the room and then flip on the light and catch his cheating whore slut wife right in the act of her cunt spread around the man’s prick.
Moving with practiced calm, Jim stepped into the room. He raised his hand to the light switch. He moved his knife-bearing hand forward, ready for whatever might spring from the bed at him.
Every muscle in his body tensed, then relaxed as he prepared for a fight.
His finger flipped the light switch on with a distinct “FLICK!”
Everything happened in a blur after that. But all Jim remembered was the blood curdling scream of terror as his wife looked up at him with eyes the size of a harvest moon, her mouth open, frozen in terror. She was clutching her old worn flannel nighty up around her throat.
There was only her in the bed. The other side of the bed, his side, was not even messed up.
Jim felt cheated. Nobody to vent his rage on. Not fair! He was wound up for a god damn fight!
“OH MY GOD MOTHER OF GOD! OH SHIT OH DEAR GOD DAMN JIMI!” She gasped for breath, trying to regain any kind of control of her terror.
The sudden stench of her fear and the smell of her voided bladder filled his war honed senses.
“What in god’s sake are you doing here baby!!!!!!!!!!!” Reality set in and she leapt from the bed at him, her face suddenly full of joy. She landed in his arms. Jim had the good sense to lower the razor sharp blade in his hand. He caught her with one arm as her legs wrapped around his hips, just exactly the way they had around the man at the door as he had driven by earlier in the evening.
Jim still had questions, although he was beginning to feel a bit foolish for his distrust of his loving wife. He pulled his head back and looked menacingly into her face. “So Terry, who is in on the couch?” His expression was still frozen in a battle-ready war mask.
It was the face of a brave American soldier that no enemy could conquer.
“Who? OH! That’s Timmy, my kid brother! He came tonight and surprised me too! He came because he didn’t want me to be here alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas. He rode the buss up from Webster City honey!” Her face gazed adoringly at the love of her life for long gleeful seconds.
Suddenly she could not stop herself from talking. “God baby, you are here! Am I dreaming? Are you really here? How did you get here? Are you OK? Is something wrong? HONEY! Talk to me! Tell me what is happening! How long do I have you for? Do you have to go back baby? What time is it? Do you want something to eat? Can I get you a beer honey? I have been saving your Pale Ale for you, want one of those?” She ran out of words and devoured his mouth with her hunger.
Jim dropped his knife and began to kiss his wife back with nine months of loneliness spurring his need.
There were no further words between them, just passionate kisses and tearing off of jackets and flannel night gowns and shirts and trousers and boots, and heavy breathing.. Her deep guttural moan as he sank into her was enough to trigger Jim’s orgasm. She giggled delightedly as she realized that he had already cum inside her without even having bottomed out.
She moved her mouth to his ear and lovingly whispered “God baby, that was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten in my whole life. Stay inside me till you get hard again, and then fuck me for seven days nonstop baby! God I have missed you honey! How come your thigh is bandaged up? Did you get hurt? Can I look at it tomorrow after you can’t get hard any more, after you have made love to me at least twenty times honey?” She giggled as his cock throbbed inside her.
And Terry meant every word she said.
Jim grinned himself when he realized that even though he had cum, his cock was still hard as steel. ‘God does this little woman turn me on!’ he thought as he again began to move slowly and gently in and out of his beloved wife’s sweet welcoming body.
About noon the next day, Terry leaned up on her elbow, her hand hopefully caressing her husband’s soft ball sack, her thumb slowly massaging the base of his finally flaccid and satisfied penis, and asked her beloved man, “Baby, I noticed last night when you came into the room, just before I screamed, that you had a huge bulge in your britches. But you thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you? Its OK if you did honey, but I really do need to know your answer.”
Miserably, Jim nodded his head. “I am so sorry to have doubted you baby. I am so sorry! Can you forgive me?” His face was flushed with humiliation.
“Hey honey, forget that, it is over and done with. But my question is, when you thought that I MIGHT be cheating on you, it turned you on, didn’t it? Just a little bit?”
Jim could hear the hope in her voice.
Jim had always taken pride in thinking of himself as a totally self-honest person. Still, he paused, lost in thought for a minute. He remembered his erection, how he had had it on the way over on the plane, how he had still had it after he had watched Timmy get her welcoming gleeful hug. How he had stayed annoyingly erect even as he was getting snockered at the bar. His cock HAD been hard as he snuck into his own house, expecting to find her in the arms of her lover. And yes, he had to admit to himself, he WAS slightly disappointed to find her alone.
She kissed his forehead and murmured, “It’s OK baby. I understand. I have never cheated on you, nor will I ever unless you tell me you want me to. I guess then it wouldn’t be cheating. But unless you give me your permission, I never would. You know how much I like to fuck, and it HAS been hard baby. But every time I started getting tempted, I thought about how it would hurt you baby, and then it was easy to not go out on you. OK? I love you more than just words can say baby.”
Jim’s cock began to engorge again as he allowed a picture of his wife in the arms of another man to fill his mind, the man’s cock buried deep inside her as she eagerly sucked her husband’s cock, even as her husband watched his sweet wife getting close to cumming, as he watched her crest, her orgasm causing her to scream in delight as the other man’s cock in her pussy shots its cream deep into her belly.
“Oh god baby,” she giggled, “look your gorgeous cock is getting hard while you think about me fucking another man, isn’t it! Oh GOD baby, this is so exciting! You do want to watch me get laid by a stranger, don’t you?”
The images in Jim’s head were swirling, mixed in desire and dread. His cock was undeniably hard though.
His wife pushed him over on his back and mounted him. “What is your best buddies name in your unit baby? What is his name?”
“Sammy.” Jim felt his prick spasm as she slid down on him, his mind caught by the image of his buddy Sammy impaling his wife.
Terry began to moan. “Sammy, fuck me, fuck me deep and cum inside your best buddy’s wife.” Her hands went to her plump breasts, her fingers pulling, tugging on her nipples. Jim could feel her wetness beginning to flow deep inside her as she rocked back and forth on his rigid prick. “Oh god Sammy, your cock feels so good baby! Yes, fuck this little white married wife’s horny pussy and make your best buddy’s wife cum all over your gorgeous stiff cock baby!”
Jim’s wife’s face was a mask of need now. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, her verdant scent of arousal again cascaded over him.
“Oh god Sammy, your cock is so perfect, so nice, so wonderfully hard! Deep inside my cunt, fucking me, fuckinggggggggggggggggggg meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”
Right there in front of her husband’s astonished eyes, Jim’s wife had her first orgasm since their marriage in which she was thinking of fucking another man’s cock, not her husband’s.
Jim’s cock lurched, spewing his jewels deep inside his playful beloved wife’s cheating, spasming little cunt.
[We want to tell all of the brave and dedicated American Soldiers around the world how much we here at home appreciate your willingness to protect freedom from the idiots that inhabit the darker corners of the world. This story is written to assure you that we are waiting patiently for you to come home. To come home and fuck your sweet wife’s needy pussy! YOU!
Grin,
Deni and Linda and Lieza. ]
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