Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Sweetheart, thank you for a wonderfully fun day baby.” Her smile melted his heart. She kissed him softly as she stepped toward the cab. The cab driver opened the door for her, looking at her body so scantily clad, a dark mark on her halter top over one nipple where LeRoy had manipulated it earlier. The fabric was not only smudged, but also wrinkled into an obvious protrusion. Her nipple, still hard, tented the darkened creases in such a way that it drew a man’s eyes directly to her emphasized sexuality.
She sat down onto the seat of the cab, her delicious legs spreading as she began to swing them into the cab. She paused to turn to set her purse on the seat beside her just as her legs were spread, one foot on the floorboard, the other still in the street. The cab driver almost swallowed his cigarette as his eyes bugged out. She turned and smiled up at him, not bothering to close her legs as he watched, open mouthed, at her vulgar display of her smooth hairless body for him. She smiled at Bobbi and chuckled, “I think he likes my hairless pussy baby!”
Her hand reached out and took the drivers hand, guiding it to her nakedness. “You can touch me if you want to sir.” Her voice was soft, sibilant, and sexy as her eyes watched his trousers bulge. “I am in slut mode tonight” she explained. “It is something I am just learning, and tonight is my first night out.” She paused for a minute as the driver’s hand began to tentatively explore her ripe smooth body. His face said he could not believe his luck. His eyes were tightly focused on his exploration, not wanting to miss a single memory when this was over.
Sighing, Staci laid back on the seat, raising and spreading her legs for his, and her, continuing enjoyment. She reached up and pulled the bottom of her halter top up over her breasts, giving him tacit license to explore them too. She began to giggle as his hands explored her body hurriedly, not wanting to risk her saying he was done now. “Know what I have always wanted to do Bobbi?”
Bobbi sensed that this was not what he wanted to hear. “Ahhh, no honey, what?”
“I have always wanted to pay for my cab ride in trade.”
“What does that mean Staci? ‘In Trade?’”
“Tell him what that means, Mr. Cab Driver!” Her grin was more wicked than he could ever remembered. “Go ahead Mr. Cab Driver; tell my husband what that means as you fondle my body with those strong black hands of yours. It’s OK honey, go ahead and tell him.”
“Ah Suh, it mean I gets to have sex wit ha, stead a you payin ma faya.” His hands were still feverishly roaming her body, his eyes never left his feverish work..
“Whoa, there pardner, slow down there sweetheart. Enjoy this, my body. I like the man with the slooooooow hands. Let me enjoy your big strong hands touching me, baby!” His hands slowed and his face softened as he caressed her supple nakedness, her unbelievably firm yet elastic breasts, and her firm thighs. Tentatively he probed with one finger at her opening. “Go ahead honey, put your finger inside me, honey. I want to feel your thick fingers exploring me inside. Take it nice and slow, honey, enjoy ever minute of it like I am.”
Bobbi was getting nervous and fearful. “Ah baby, shouldn’t we be getting going?”
“NO honey! You wouldn’t let me invite LeRoy and Wade to your Super Bowl party, so I am enjoying this man instead. Look baby! See his finger’s entering me now! Do you like watching his thick black fingers touching your little white wife like this?” She looked at her husband’s bulging crotch. His answer was obvious, even if he said nothing. But his face showed the heavy conflict in his heart.
“OooKaaaay baby, lets go then.” Staci sat back up, pulling her top down over her hard nippled breasts, then she pulled her legs into the cab, shutting the erotic view off to the panting cabbie. He sighed deeply, then closed her door. Dejectedly, he walked around the cab to his driver’s door. ‘Damn!’ he thought, ‘Been ten weeks since I got any, and this lil white woman‘s the finest ah EVA seen.’
The first part of the ride was filled with a frosty silence. Finally Staci reached down and pulled her halter top up and off. Sitting there, her breasts were bare and visible to anyone driving by, and certainly visible to the cab driver.
“Damn it Staci, what is going on here?” His words sounded strong, but his voice cracked in pain.
“Oh god Bobbi, I have hurt your feelings now haven’t I?” She put her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. She tried to kiss him deeply, but he pulled away. “Honey, …. don’t you like all the orgasms you are having now?” Her voice carried hurt too.
His silence went on longer than she would accept.
She raised her bottom off of the seat of the cab, reached down and pulled her skirt off too, sitting there naked looking at her husband. He did not respond right away, so she climbed over the seat-back, into the front seat, and sat next to the cab driver. She reached over and began to fondle him through his trousers. “Like this, Mr. Cab Driver?” She pulled his right hand over to her body and pressed it against her naked mound, her legs spread widely to allow him access.
“Staci!” He looked at her from the back seat. “Staci, just tell me what has caused this sudden change in you. I am baffled by all this. This is just not you, baby. Talk to me. Please Staci, I can’t stand much more of this.”
She turned her body toward the cab driver, threading her right leg between his legs and the steering wheel. She placed her left leg over the back of the seat and laid back allowing the driver to insert his fingers into her at will. “Think you would like to fuck that white pussy Mr. Cab Driver. My husband seems to get off watching me take black men on. Right baby?”
Bobbi’s face turned crimson, realizing he was complicit in her new attitude. He watched her bare leg hanging over the seat, knowing exactly what the cab driver was doing to his wife as she lay there on the front seat, legs spread, watching his hand explore her body. His cock was again as hard as a rock, aching beyond belief.
Her sounds became more sibilant and she growled faintly as he found her more sensitive parts. Her leg began to shake as her body responded to the thick black fingers exploring her. “Oh god Bobbi, his fingers are clear up me baby. He has three up me now, spreading me wide open. God does this feel good honey. He is fucking my white pussy with his fingers. God I am going to cum before long! I think he wants to fuck my cunt for cab fare baby! Hey Mr. Cab Driver, want to fuck that tight white slutty pussy with your black cock for our cab fare?
“I will even let you fuck my asshole Mr. Cab Driver! I want to have my asshole fucked by a black cab driver. And you’re damn cute. I would love to have your black cock fuck my ass and cum way up inside me. …….. Oh God that feels so good! ………. I bet we can even talk my husband into cleaning your cum out of my ass after you can’t get hard anymore. Hey! We could make a night of this, you fucking me till you can’t get hard any more, then sleeping with me till we wake up horny again. My boorish husband can sleep on the floor while we use the bed. Interested Mr. Cab Driver? Hmm?
“Oh god baby , he has four fingers up my little snatch now. …………….. Well, I guess its not so little any more is it? ………………Oh fuck baby, his hand is so big. ………… Oh fucking A! ………….. Mr. Cab Driver, keep fucking my cunt with your hand. Yeah, like that honey! YESSSS Like that! OH goooooooddddd! …………Yeah, fuck that white cunt hard and make your whole hand go up in me. I want to feel what it is like to be, what is it called? Oh yeah, Fist Fucked!
“Fist Fuck me Mr. Cab Driver. Make my cunt big enough for your big black cock so it will be ready when we get to our house and I pay my cab fare to you. God I am so close. ……… Mr. Cab Driver, know what I did tonight? I came with at least a hundred people watching me with a black finger stuck in me tonight. Isn’t that fine?!!!! God I cammmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee Hardddddd goddddddddd Oh fuck godddddddddddd. Oh goddddddddd.” Her leg was rigid now, pressing hard against the ceiling of the cab as her orgasm took her over the edge of sanity.
After a few minutes she sat up and looked out the window for a few miles, saying nothing. Suddenly she turned and looked at her husband over the back of the seat, her head on her arm resting on the seat-back, her plump breast pressed against the seat. Her right hand was stroking the cab driver’s exposed cock. Bobbi wondered when it had escaped from the driver’s trousers.
She began to talk in a low voice, barely audible to him. “Baby, I have met a woman.”
“A woman? What do you mean by that Staci?” The fear in his voice was palpable.
“On the internet, I have met a woman.”
“You met a woman? What are you saying Staci.” His facial expression collapsed in pain, preparing for the worst news he could imagine. Nothing worse than being dumped by your wife for another woman!
“I met this woman on line. Her name is unimportant, but I have been talking to her for several months now.” There was no gaiety in her face now, just an intense focus. Her right hand stopped stroking the cab driver, just holding his turgid cock in her little white hand as she stared into Bobbi’s eyes. “She has died before, Bobbi. ……………….. I asked her what that was like. …. She said it was wonderful, honey. I asked her what she learned from dying, and her answer made so much sense to me! Again she turned her attention to stroking the black man’s cock.
“Well, honey, what did she say?” he finally asked.
“You sure you want to hear this, Bobbi? ………………. Just remember that once said, I can’t take it back, OK? Do you promise to listen to me all the way through, let me tell it my way?” Bobbi nodded. “Say it out loud baby, this kind man who has loaned me his cock to play with is your witness. Say it out loud. Say ‘I promise to still love my wife Staci after she tells me what she has to say.’”
That stopped him for awhile. Finally he could no longer take the unbearable suspense, and he again asked her what the woman had said. “Say it baby.”
Softly he stated his words of promise as she stroked her hand up and down the driver’s rigid pulsing member. Suddenly the driver tensed and Bobbi saw a fountain of cum spurt toward his wife’s body, landing on her arm and shoulder as she continued to stroke the black penis. After five or six more spurts, the driver collapsed back into his seat, gasping for air as he strove to keep the cab on the road.
Staci drew a deep breath, and began to talk, in between licking their driver’s sticky cream from her hand, arm, and shoulder.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Movie Review: Glory Road
1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”
Overall Rating: 8
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 6
Acting: 6
Directing: 6
Scariness: 1 (This is about learning self control, growing up, and becoming a productive team member)
Music: 4
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: ~10% (normal for a macho flick)
Percentage Chic Flick: 3
Percentage Macho Flick: 9
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 7
Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? Unknown or N/A
Reality Ratio: 8
Enthrallment: 8 (portrayal of the basketball action was incredible)
Worth the price of admission? An incredibly inspirational movie! But see it on the home screen if money is tight. You will lose some of the sensations of seeing the on-court action. But do watch this movie based on a real life team during the formative years of integration.
Recommendation: See this movie. As a man, I suspect you will identify with the characters. As a woman, you will learn about men and how they think, and react. This movie is about walking a mile in someone else’s shoes, taking a chance at letting your core feelings get hurt, and rising above the petty, hateful, and troublesome problems of integration.
I was in awe of the chances the white coach took to further the rights of black minorities. He allowed himself to think out side the box, with great risk to himself and his family.
Overall Rating: 8
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 6
Acting: 6
Directing: 6
Scariness: 1 (This is about learning self control, growing up, and becoming a productive team member)
Music: 4
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: ~10% (normal for a macho flick)
Percentage Chic Flick: 3
Percentage Macho Flick: 9
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 7
Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? Unknown or N/A
Reality Ratio: 8
Enthrallment: 8 (portrayal of the basketball action was incredible)
Worth the price of admission? An incredibly inspirational movie! But see it on the home screen if money is tight. You will lose some of the sensations of seeing the on-court action. But do watch this movie based on a real life team during the formative years of integration.
Recommendation: See this movie. As a man, I suspect you will identify with the characters. As a woman, you will learn about men and how they think, and react. This movie is about walking a mile in someone else’s shoes, taking a chance at letting your core feelings get hurt, and rising above the petty, hateful, and troublesome problems of integration.
I was in awe of the chances the white coach took to further the rights of black minorities. He allowed himself to think out side the box, with great risk to himself and his family.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
The Motorhome Seduction - Three
Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2006
Swana had watched the handsome man shake her husband’s hand warmly, full of appreciation for being willing to transport him to his wedding after his car had inconveniently broken down. She felt a swell of pride at having pressed her husband to help the stranded man. The fact that he was so handsome and well built was just a side benefit. But oh my goodness was he a wonderful specimen of manhood!
And then, when she sat beside him in the front seat of the motor coach, the gentle warmth of his manly thigh against hers! ‘Mmmmm! What nice legs he has! So muscular! And those pecs flexing under that skin tight shirt! I would certainly enjoy playing with those firm curves of his!’ Swana felt no guilt for her prurient fantasies. After all, her husband seemed to be trying to encourage her to enjoy other men’s bodies. She wasn’t certain why, . . . . yet, . . . . . . But he had, over a few years, constantly made overt comments to her about whether she had enjoyed seeing so and so’s bum, or chest, or legs, or body. She had finally decided he wanted her to be forthright about how she enjoyed seeing the male form and begun to state her delight to him without reservation. The return on that small investment in trust had paid off wonderfully. Her husband had brought her to orgasm after orgasm with his mouth that first night after her admission to enjoying watching other men’s bodies. And then each day thereafter, if she wanted to make love with her husband, all she had to do was comment to him sometime during the evening about how delectable some strange man’s body had been that day, and her beloved husband would almost dive into her panties and tongue her to delightful fruition.
Lost in her reverie, Swana visualized the stranger’s tight little bum as he had bent forward slightly at the waist as he shook her husband’s hand. His well packed little bum had been so perfectly displayed in those shorts of his!
And his eyes had caressed her braless breasts, unabashed that she was watching him. The smile on his face as he caressed her protruding nipples with his eyes reminded her of the young man that had excited her imagination. It reminded her of her fathers eyes when he had nodded his permission to his boss to enjoy her young mouth.
The vibration of the motor coach and the warmth of the sun had made Swana drowsy. Her head had slowly nodded off to a fitful sleep.
She dreamed of being seduced by a handsome stranger.
She realized suddenly that someone was touching her sensitive, dream ripened nipple. Fingers were caressing her little aroused hardness. The fingers were so soft, gentle, so caring. Drowsily gathering her thoughts, she decided to see how far the stranger would go. After all, she was a sleep, and he was the one instigating this. If her husband caught him feeling her, she could claim ignorance and innocence! In the mean time, it felt wonderful.
She realized that it was the first time since she was married that a man other than her husband had touched her in a sexual way. That was . . . . . . SINCE her marriage, of course, before that, in her teenage years her brothers had regularly enjoyed playing with her body whenever they had wanted to. In her native Sri Lanka, men got whatever they wanted from women. They didn’t even have to ask. They just took. Her brothers had never been brutal, and had never hurt her. But she had plenty of experience suckling their penises to completion. And she had often had their hands between her thighs, rubbing her little clitoris till she had exclaimed in cummings. But they had never inserted their fingers, let alone their penises, inside her. So her hymen had survived their inquisitive fondling intact. Due to her intact hymen, her darling husband was unaware of her past. She had met him when he was in the military. They had both somehow ended up next door to each other at a resort. The rest was a happy story of love, marriage and happiness.
And now a complete stranger was bringing back memories, causing her to feel intense erotic sensations as she pretended to sleep, despite his sensuous caresses. The stranger toying with her body made her sneak a quick look at her husband through barely split eyelids. She breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed not to be looking at them.
Her eyes slid down to the stranger’s khaki shorts, wondering IF?
‘Oh MY GOD! Look at that bulge in his shorts!’ Her eyes, peering through the thinnest of space between her eyelids, traveled up and down the cylinder that had formed under the pant leg of the man’s shorts. He had to be bigger than any of her brothers, by far, and bigger than any of their friends that she had been required to bring to completion. Even bigger than her father’s friends that had used her mouth. Without question he was bigger than her husband!
She wondered if that was all of him. Maybe he was only partly erect? Maybe he still had more to boast about? Swana took a deep slow breath, then flexed. ‘YES!’ Her button popped open just like she wanted it to! She could feel the stranger take a quick breath of surprise. She felt him shift slightly to peer down her dress. She wondered if he could see her nipple. She hoped so. She looked again to see if her beloved husband Chris was looking at t hem yet. She almost smiled when she saw that true to form, he was concentrating totally on his driving.
The stranger’s hand slid on down, and again caressed her breast. His touch was so soft, so gentle. She could feel her body begin to moisten, preparing her body for his masculine penetration. She knew that if she moved just right his hand would fully cover her breast. And then she could perhaps touch his shaft as well. That huge thickness that tantalized her curiosity was within her reach.
She wanted to touch such a magnificent shaft in the worst way. Her mind swirled with questions. How big were his testicles? Did they hang down like her brother’s one friend, hang down and swing as he stroked in and out of her mouth, holding her head as he penetrated her mouth over and over, urging her to suck harder, to use her tongue on his cock head, to caress his balls as he used her mouth. His large chestnuts had felt so incredibly malleable in her young hand. She could remember it as if it were yesterday. The soft silky essence of his testicles in her small hand, moving softly in her palm as he stroked in and out of her suckling oral cavity. She remembered how he had suddenly spurted so much sperm into her mouth right after he put his hand down her sarong and squeezed her breast. She had swallowed and swallowed his issue for what seemed an eternity. His sperm had been sweet, maybe the sweetest sperm she had ever tasted.
Certainly sweeter than her beloved Chris’s sperm. Her husband’s had a bitter taste. It had taken a while for her to get used to it. Not that she had ever said no, nor even objected to sucking him off. It was just that his sperm was not the tastiest bit of pleasure she had experienced over the years. But he seemed to love to have her suckle him to completion and she was more than glad to do it for him. He was such a kind and caring man.
Swana carefully thought through how she would move to accomplish her purposes. Taking one last squint at her husband, she shifted her chest down a bit, snuggling in under the stranger’s arm a bit more, and let her hand fall down onto his lap. Her fingers dangled onto the fabric covered shaft of his hardness. When she looked back down, the head of his penis was showing below the hem of his pant leg! She could feel her breathing become deeper. She knew she had to control her breathing or he would know she was not asleep.
What was it about this guy? What was it about this stranger that made her willing to risk discovery by her husband just to ffel his hands on her breasts?
Again she looked to see if Chris was looking at them. Her fingers were about two inches short of being able to caress the stranger’s exposed dark pink glans. She wanted to touch it in the worst way.
It suddenly occurred to her that if she went back to her bed to “take a nap” she could probably stay out of dutch with her husband. And there was a chance the stranger would follow her back there.
Then they could explore each other more thoroughly, in a bit more privacy.
TBC
Swana had watched the handsome man shake her husband’s hand warmly, full of appreciation for being willing to transport him to his wedding after his car had inconveniently broken down. She felt a swell of pride at having pressed her husband to help the stranded man. The fact that he was so handsome and well built was just a side benefit. But oh my goodness was he a wonderful specimen of manhood!
And then, when she sat beside him in the front seat of the motor coach, the gentle warmth of his manly thigh against hers! ‘Mmmmm! What nice legs he has! So muscular! And those pecs flexing under that skin tight shirt! I would certainly enjoy playing with those firm curves of his!’ Swana felt no guilt for her prurient fantasies. After all, her husband seemed to be trying to encourage her to enjoy other men’s bodies. She wasn’t certain why, . . . . yet, . . . . . . But he had, over a few years, constantly made overt comments to her about whether she had enjoyed seeing so and so’s bum, or chest, or legs, or body. She had finally decided he wanted her to be forthright about how she enjoyed seeing the male form and begun to state her delight to him without reservation. The return on that small investment in trust had paid off wonderfully. Her husband had brought her to orgasm after orgasm with his mouth that first night after her admission to enjoying watching other men’s bodies. And then each day thereafter, if she wanted to make love with her husband, all she had to do was comment to him sometime during the evening about how delectable some strange man’s body had been that day, and her beloved husband would almost dive into her panties and tongue her to delightful fruition.
Lost in her reverie, Swana visualized the stranger’s tight little bum as he had bent forward slightly at the waist as he shook her husband’s hand. His well packed little bum had been so perfectly displayed in those shorts of his!
And his eyes had caressed her braless breasts, unabashed that she was watching him. The smile on his face as he caressed her protruding nipples with his eyes reminded her of the young man that had excited her imagination. It reminded her of her fathers eyes when he had nodded his permission to his boss to enjoy her young mouth.
The vibration of the motor coach and the warmth of the sun had made Swana drowsy. Her head had slowly nodded off to a fitful sleep.
She dreamed of being seduced by a handsome stranger.
She realized suddenly that someone was touching her sensitive, dream ripened nipple. Fingers were caressing her little aroused hardness. The fingers were so soft, gentle, so caring. Drowsily gathering her thoughts, she decided to see how far the stranger would go. After all, she was a sleep, and he was the one instigating this. If her husband caught him feeling her, she could claim ignorance and innocence! In the mean time, it felt wonderful.
She realized that it was the first time since she was married that a man other than her husband had touched her in a sexual way. That was . . . . . . SINCE her marriage, of course, before that, in her teenage years her brothers had regularly enjoyed playing with her body whenever they had wanted to. In her native Sri Lanka, men got whatever they wanted from women. They didn’t even have to ask. They just took. Her brothers had never been brutal, and had never hurt her. But she had plenty of experience suckling their penises to completion. And she had often had their hands between her thighs, rubbing her little clitoris till she had exclaimed in cummings. But they had never inserted their fingers, let alone their penises, inside her. So her hymen had survived their inquisitive fondling intact. Due to her intact hymen, her darling husband was unaware of her past. She had met him when he was in the military. They had both somehow ended up next door to each other at a resort. The rest was a happy story of love, marriage and happiness.
And now a complete stranger was bringing back memories, causing her to feel intense erotic sensations as she pretended to sleep, despite his sensuous caresses. The stranger toying with her body made her sneak a quick look at her husband through barely split eyelids. She breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed not to be looking at them.
Her eyes slid down to the stranger’s khaki shorts, wondering IF?
‘Oh MY GOD! Look at that bulge in his shorts!’ Her eyes, peering through the thinnest of space between her eyelids, traveled up and down the cylinder that had formed under the pant leg of the man’s shorts. He had to be bigger than any of her brothers, by far, and bigger than any of their friends that she had been required to bring to completion. Even bigger than her father’s friends that had used her mouth. Without question he was bigger than her husband!
She wondered if that was all of him. Maybe he was only partly erect? Maybe he still had more to boast about? Swana took a deep slow breath, then flexed. ‘YES!’ Her button popped open just like she wanted it to! She could feel the stranger take a quick breath of surprise. She felt him shift slightly to peer down her dress. She wondered if he could see her nipple. She hoped so. She looked again to see if her beloved husband Chris was looking at t hem yet. She almost smiled when she saw that true to form, he was concentrating totally on his driving.
The stranger’s hand slid on down, and again caressed her breast. His touch was so soft, so gentle. She could feel her body begin to moisten, preparing her body for his masculine penetration. She knew that if she moved just right his hand would fully cover her breast. And then she could perhaps touch his shaft as well. That huge thickness that tantalized her curiosity was within her reach.
She wanted to touch such a magnificent shaft in the worst way. Her mind swirled with questions. How big were his testicles? Did they hang down like her brother’s one friend, hang down and swing as he stroked in and out of her mouth, holding her head as he penetrated her mouth over and over, urging her to suck harder, to use her tongue on his cock head, to caress his balls as he used her mouth. His large chestnuts had felt so incredibly malleable in her young hand. She could remember it as if it were yesterday. The soft silky essence of his testicles in her small hand, moving softly in her palm as he stroked in and out of her suckling oral cavity. She remembered how he had suddenly spurted so much sperm into her mouth right after he put his hand down her sarong and squeezed her breast. She had swallowed and swallowed his issue for what seemed an eternity. His sperm had been sweet, maybe the sweetest sperm she had ever tasted.
Certainly sweeter than her beloved Chris’s sperm. Her husband’s had a bitter taste. It had taken a while for her to get used to it. Not that she had ever said no, nor even objected to sucking him off. It was just that his sperm was not the tastiest bit of pleasure she had experienced over the years. But he seemed to love to have her suckle him to completion and she was more than glad to do it for him. He was such a kind and caring man.
Swana carefully thought through how she would move to accomplish her purposes. Taking one last squint at her husband, she shifted her chest down a bit, snuggling in under the stranger’s arm a bit more, and let her hand fall down onto his lap. Her fingers dangled onto the fabric covered shaft of his hardness. When she looked back down, the head of his penis was showing below the hem of his pant leg! She could feel her breathing become deeper. She knew she had to control her breathing or he would know she was not asleep.
What was it about this guy? What was it about this stranger that made her willing to risk discovery by her husband just to ffel his hands on her breasts?
Again she looked to see if Chris was looking at them. Her fingers were about two inches short of being able to caress the stranger’s exposed dark pink glans. She wanted to touch it in the worst way.
It suddenly occurred to her that if she went back to her bed to “take a nap” she could probably stay out of dutch with her husband. And there was a chance the stranger would follow her back there.
Then they could explore each other more thoroughly, in a bit more privacy.
TBC
Movie Review: Rumor Has It
1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”
Overall Rating: 7
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8
Acting: 8
Directing: 7
Scariness: 1 (This is about self evaluation and finding the Love that is right in front of your nose)
Music: 7
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: ~10% (unusual for a love story)
Percentage Chic Flick: 8
Percentage Macho Flick: 4
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 9
Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? Unknown or N/A
Reality Ratio: 7 (I think we all are afraid of being hurt)
Enthrallment: 6 (Mostly intense honesty, which turns me on)
Worth the price of admission? See it on the home screen if money is tight, but it is a great date flick!
Recommendation: Shirley McClain is fantastic, and the snappy dialogue makes it a definite movie worth seeing. I was surprised by how well Jennifer Anniston acted.
The movie breaks new ground by giving men a fair shake, and showing them as the intelligent, caring, supportive individuals they are. My hat is off to Rob Reiner for doing that, finally.
Overall Rating: 7
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8
Acting: 8
Directing: 7
Scariness: 1 (This is about self evaluation and finding the Love that is right in front of your nose)
Music: 7
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: ~10% (unusual for a love story)
Percentage Chic Flick: 8
Percentage Macho Flick: 4
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 9
Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? Unknown or N/A
Reality Ratio: 7 (I think we all are afraid of being hurt)
Enthrallment: 6 (Mostly intense honesty, which turns me on)
Worth the price of admission? See it on the home screen if money is tight, but it is a great date flick!
Recommendation: Shirley McClain is fantastic, and the snappy dialogue makes it a definite movie worth seeing. I was surprised by how well Jennifer Anniston acted.
The movie breaks new ground by giving men a fair shake, and showing them as the intelligent, caring, supportive individuals they are. My hat is off to Rob Reiner for doing that, finally.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Seven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Is that the guy she’s fucking, good buddy?”
‘Leave it to Frank my big mouthed asshole friend to ruin the moment,’ Bobbi thought.
Frank never had learned how to shut up, and his next statement proved it. “My god she is hot! I have wanted to fuck her since the day I first met her. Probably could have too a couple of times. Man, you got to take better care of her, or she is going black on you fast, Bobbi!”
“Shut up you fucking asshole!” he growled under his breath. Frank just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, ‘Hey Bud, your loss!’
Bobbi suddenly realized his wife was looking directly at him, watching his eyes, glancing at the erection tenting his pants. She smiled seductively at him, then turned full frontal to LeRoy, stretching up to kiss him with her lips while her hand publicly caressed his rigid cock through his trousers. Their pulsing bodies never lost the beat.
The band switched seamlessly into the theme song of “Dirty Dancing,” and the crowd clapped in excitement. Every single penis in the place was hard. He noticed several men begin to caress their women friends in intimate places. The women seemed to welcome their advances. Some even caressed the bulges standing beside them, not even trying to hide their erotic fondling.
She was looked directly at Bobbie’s eyes again, smiling at him. She danced back, up against LeRoy’s cock. And as she danced, she began to spread her thighs lewdly, grinding her bottom against his hugeness. LeRoy’s black hand cupped her stomach, rubbing gentle circles there, moving slowly higher and higher with each motion. Her eyes held her husband’s as LeRoy’s hand moved over her breast, cupping her there in full view of everyone. His finger and thumb rolled her nipple, creasing the fabric of her white halter top as he worked her already turgid flesh to total obvious arousal.
The crowd sensed her eyes watching her husband, and they moved aside to allow the space between he and his wife to clear. He had a full view of her body from head to toe now, and she could see him clearly as she allowed the large handsome black man to caress her in intimate and erotic ways as over a hundred people watched. Her eyes held his, glancing only briefly and sporadically at his bulging crotch.
Leroy’s other hand moved to her thigh as it moved in lewd and suggestive thrusts. Slowly his black hand, outlined so vividly against her white thighs, moved up, taking her short dress upward, inexorably upward, toward her nakedness underneath. His chin was against her neck as he whispered into her ear. Her mouth moved in response, but he could not read her lips. LeRoy’s eyes followed hers to his, challenging him, goading him, seeming to tell him to “Stand there and watch us as I make your little white slut wife mine, white bread.” LeRoy sneered at him in victory his hand caressed her naked thigh, and his thumb moved under the hem of her dress. Surely everyone could see her tiny lips now, the way her dress was riding so high up on her thighs. Although Bobbi could sense the movement of LeRoy’s blackness over his wife’s white skin, he could not bear to look at LeRoy’s hand. Bobbi continued to stare directly into his wife’s eyes as LeRoy’s thumb began to move slowly back and forth under the hem of her dress.
Frank exploded into his own fantasy. “God damn Bobbi, he is touching her fucking cunt lips! Fuck, this is so fucking unbelievable man! Look! Your fucking wife is having sex with a black guy in public man! GOD DAMN! I am so hot I think I am wetting my pants with precum. GOD DAMN! FUCK! I bet his thumb is already inside your wife’s cunt right now man. LOOK! His thumb has to be rubbing her god damn cunt lips man!”
Bobbi could not tear his eyes away from Staci’s eyes. He sensed the movement of that black hand caressing her white thighs, her breasts, that black thumb under her dress, moving back and forth as his eyes refused to look. He could not breathe. His cock was so hard that it literally felt like it was going to explode. He knew her hand was behind her, feeling, rubbing, caressing his bulging black cock. Her other hand was caressing LeRoy’s cheek behind her, her head leaned back on his shoulder, and her forehead against his other cheek. Her lusting half closed eyes held his, evaluating his face, her lips in a slight smile, her eyes saying “I love you baby!”
‘Oh my god, how did this get started anyway. No question now, she is fucking black cocks. Here she is letting a black man make her the town slut and she just watches me watch her. Is she trying to tell me I have to stop this? Damn it, what the fuck do I do? I bet he owns her now and shares her with his other black friends. That has to be how she had so much black cum inside her.’
LeRoy’s right hand moved down, pulsing to the gritty decadent beat, caressed her well defined abdomen again, then moved the fabric of her halter top up , his thumb pulling it away from her sculptured belly as his left hand continued to move horizontally under her raised skirt. Staci’s hips were thrusting forward, then up, then back against his hips, then down along his hardness. LeRoy’s hand was following her movements. Each of her hip’s upward pelvic grinds was followed by his hands, but as she rode back and down on his cock, LeRoy would hold her dress up a tiny fraction of an inch further with each cycle.
“Oh fuck Bobbi! Look, I can see her fucking butt cheeks now! Look! Look at her ass cheeks rubbing his cock back there! God his hand’s right on her fucking cunt! God damn! I never seen anything like this here before. God, I’m going to fuck her cunt full of my cum too. Shit, this is so fucking hot!”
“SHUT UP FRANK! GOD DAMN IT! FUCK! . . . . . JUST KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT, ok?” The message still didn’t sink into the sex riled brain of the man that HAD been his best friend.
Bobbi was mesmerized by his wife’s eyes watching him, but he could no longer hold her gaze, and his eyes fell to her body just as LeRoy’s hand cupped her naked firmness under her halter top. His thumb and finger were still visible under the fabric caressing and rolling her nipple. Her other nipple was so hard and so erect that it created its own tent on her halter top. The silky shadow of her breasts cast by the spot light above allowed the outlined form of her ripeness to be visible to everyone there. Her free hand moved to her other breast, caressing herself as everyone watched. Her face was a mask of growing need.
Bobbi’s eyes fell further, and he watched LeRoy’s hand slowly rotate up, exposing his wife’s naked sex to his, and everyone else’s, view. Her sex was gaped wide open in her state of extreme arousal. Her sexy little lips were spread open so wide that he could see the inner channel that led to her womb. He could see the copious wetness inside her lips. A drop formed and hung there momentarily as she danced her lewd rocking and rising motions. Then the tiny drop of moisture fell, and landed, sparkling in the spot lights, on her exposed thigh.
LeRoy turned his hand, holding his middle finger almost vertical, just touching the pinkish cleft between her widely opened and swollen little opening. She moved her hips forward and ran her clittie experimentally, slowly, up his proffered finger. Her light blue eyes fluttered in her extravagant need for release. Her mouth opened, forming a perfect ‘O’ as her eyes fluttered, trying to hold Bobbi’s eyes as she rose toward her own private ecstasy.
Her thrusting, rising lewd motions continued to move her clittie up and down his black finger, her white pulsing body showing so clearly in the spot lights as her eyes continued to flutter in their struggle to watch her beloved Bobbi watch her cum in public from the caresses of her black lover. Drops of clear liquid began to run from the end of LeRoy’s black middle finger, sprinkling her thighs with small diamonds. LeRoy’s black hand cupping her breast, massaging her steel hard nipple, her own hand touching her free nipple just the way she liked it, the black finger caressing her open sex, all this overtook her consciousness, and as she exploded into overwhelming orgasm, her wail of absolute need gripped Bobbi beyond any emotion he had ever felt before. She collapsed onto two of LeRoy’s thick black fingers that had hooked into her wet gaping vagina. He held her unconscious body by her tit and her cunt, preventing her from falling to the floor.
Watching his unconscious wife being cradled in LeRoy’s strong black arms, Bobbi felt his own involuntary spewing wetness soaking through his shorts and trousers.
“Is that the guy she’s fucking, good buddy?”
‘Leave it to Frank my big mouthed asshole friend to ruin the moment,’ Bobbi thought.
Frank never had learned how to shut up, and his next statement proved it. “My god she is hot! I have wanted to fuck her since the day I first met her. Probably could have too a couple of times. Man, you got to take better care of her, or she is going black on you fast, Bobbi!”
“Shut up you fucking asshole!” he growled under his breath. Frank just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, ‘Hey Bud, your loss!’
Bobbi suddenly realized his wife was looking directly at him, watching his eyes, glancing at the erection tenting his pants. She smiled seductively at him, then turned full frontal to LeRoy, stretching up to kiss him with her lips while her hand publicly caressed his rigid cock through his trousers. Their pulsing bodies never lost the beat.
The band switched seamlessly into the theme song of “Dirty Dancing,” and the crowd clapped in excitement. Every single penis in the place was hard. He noticed several men begin to caress their women friends in intimate places. The women seemed to welcome their advances. Some even caressed the bulges standing beside them, not even trying to hide their erotic fondling.
She was looked directly at Bobbie’s eyes again, smiling at him. She danced back, up against LeRoy’s cock. And as she danced, she began to spread her thighs lewdly, grinding her bottom against his hugeness. LeRoy’s black hand cupped her stomach, rubbing gentle circles there, moving slowly higher and higher with each motion. Her eyes held her husband’s as LeRoy’s hand moved over her breast, cupping her there in full view of everyone. His finger and thumb rolled her nipple, creasing the fabric of her white halter top as he worked her already turgid flesh to total obvious arousal.
The crowd sensed her eyes watching her husband, and they moved aside to allow the space between he and his wife to clear. He had a full view of her body from head to toe now, and she could see him clearly as she allowed the large handsome black man to caress her in intimate and erotic ways as over a hundred people watched. Her eyes held his, glancing only briefly and sporadically at his bulging crotch.
Leroy’s other hand moved to her thigh as it moved in lewd and suggestive thrusts. Slowly his black hand, outlined so vividly against her white thighs, moved up, taking her short dress upward, inexorably upward, toward her nakedness underneath. His chin was against her neck as he whispered into her ear. Her mouth moved in response, but he could not read her lips. LeRoy’s eyes followed hers to his, challenging him, goading him, seeming to tell him to “Stand there and watch us as I make your little white slut wife mine, white bread.” LeRoy sneered at him in victory his hand caressed her naked thigh, and his thumb moved under the hem of her dress. Surely everyone could see her tiny lips now, the way her dress was riding so high up on her thighs. Although Bobbi could sense the movement of LeRoy’s blackness over his wife’s white skin, he could not bear to look at LeRoy’s hand. Bobbi continued to stare directly into his wife’s eyes as LeRoy’s thumb began to move slowly back and forth under the hem of her dress.
Frank exploded into his own fantasy. “God damn Bobbi, he is touching her fucking cunt lips! Fuck, this is so fucking unbelievable man! Look! Your fucking wife is having sex with a black guy in public man! GOD DAMN! I am so hot I think I am wetting my pants with precum. GOD DAMN! FUCK! I bet his thumb is already inside your wife’s cunt right now man. LOOK! His thumb has to be rubbing her god damn cunt lips man!”
Bobbi could not tear his eyes away from Staci’s eyes. He sensed the movement of that black hand caressing her white thighs, her breasts, that black thumb under her dress, moving back and forth as his eyes refused to look. He could not breathe. His cock was so hard that it literally felt like it was going to explode. He knew her hand was behind her, feeling, rubbing, caressing his bulging black cock. Her other hand was caressing LeRoy’s cheek behind her, her head leaned back on his shoulder, and her forehead against his other cheek. Her lusting half closed eyes held his, evaluating his face, her lips in a slight smile, her eyes saying “I love you baby!”
‘Oh my god, how did this get started anyway. No question now, she is fucking black cocks. Here she is letting a black man make her the town slut and she just watches me watch her. Is she trying to tell me I have to stop this? Damn it, what the fuck do I do? I bet he owns her now and shares her with his other black friends. That has to be how she had so much black cum inside her.’
LeRoy’s right hand moved down, pulsing to the gritty decadent beat, caressed her well defined abdomen again, then moved the fabric of her halter top up , his thumb pulling it away from her sculptured belly as his left hand continued to move horizontally under her raised skirt. Staci’s hips were thrusting forward, then up, then back against his hips, then down along his hardness. LeRoy’s hand was following her movements. Each of her hip’s upward pelvic grinds was followed by his hands, but as she rode back and down on his cock, LeRoy would hold her dress up a tiny fraction of an inch further with each cycle.
“Oh fuck Bobbi! Look, I can see her fucking butt cheeks now! Look! Look at her ass cheeks rubbing his cock back there! God his hand’s right on her fucking cunt! God damn! I never seen anything like this here before. God, I’m going to fuck her cunt full of my cum too. Shit, this is so fucking hot!”
“SHUT UP FRANK! GOD DAMN IT! FUCK! . . . . . JUST KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT, ok?” The message still didn’t sink into the sex riled brain of the man that HAD been his best friend.
Bobbi was mesmerized by his wife’s eyes watching him, but he could no longer hold her gaze, and his eyes fell to her body just as LeRoy’s hand cupped her naked firmness under her halter top. His thumb and finger were still visible under the fabric caressing and rolling her nipple. Her other nipple was so hard and so erect that it created its own tent on her halter top. The silky shadow of her breasts cast by the spot light above allowed the outlined form of her ripeness to be visible to everyone there. Her free hand moved to her other breast, caressing herself as everyone watched. Her face was a mask of growing need.
Bobbi’s eyes fell further, and he watched LeRoy’s hand slowly rotate up, exposing his wife’s naked sex to his, and everyone else’s, view. Her sex was gaped wide open in her state of extreme arousal. Her sexy little lips were spread open so wide that he could see the inner channel that led to her womb. He could see the copious wetness inside her lips. A drop formed and hung there momentarily as she danced her lewd rocking and rising motions. Then the tiny drop of moisture fell, and landed, sparkling in the spot lights, on her exposed thigh.
LeRoy turned his hand, holding his middle finger almost vertical, just touching the pinkish cleft between her widely opened and swollen little opening. She moved her hips forward and ran her clittie experimentally, slowly, up his proffered finger. Her light blue eyes fluttered in her extravagant need for release. Her mouth opened, forming a perfect ‘O’ as her eyes fluttered, trying to hold Bobbi’s eyes as she rose toward her own private ecstasy.
Her thrusting, rising lewd motions continued to move her clittie up and down his black finger, her white pulsing body showing so clearly in the spot lights as her eyes continued to flutter in their struggle to watch her beloved Bobbi watch her cum in public from the caresses of her black lover. Drops of clear liquid began to run from the end of LeRoy’s black middle finger, sprinkling her thighs with small diamonds. LeRoy’s black hand cupping her breast, massaging her steel hard nipple, her own hand touching her free nipple just the way she liked it, the black finger caressing her open sex, all this overtook her consciousness, and as she exploded into overwhelming orgasm, her wail of absolute need gripped Bobbi beyond any emotion he had ever felt before. She collapsed onto two of LeRoy’s thick black fingers that had hooked into her wet gaping vagina. He held her unconscious body by her tit and her cunt, preventing her from falling to the floor.
Watching his unconscious wife being cradled in LeRoy’s strong black arms, Bobbi felt his own involuntary spewing wetness soaking through his shorts and trousers.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Six
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.
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.
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
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