On the bed of their marriage, on the sheets they slept in, she fed her male a fresh harvest of delicious and nurturing seed. One the bed of the life she moaned words which she learned as she knelt and suckled Me for pleasure. The words to preach to a cuckold being born, the ceremony to announce her vessel’s bounty for his feasting. Gyrating her supple hips to allow the flood to leak out into his hungry mouth she spoke, she awakened him, she melted in her own filthy sin. The circle is complete, the reward for being such a good husband being fed upon. A white girl now set free without guilt knowing her flesh can harvest the richness of Black Dick and make this pathetic worm cleanse her wicked soul, and put her swollen pussy to sleep… loved and worshiped. Drinking from a girl, like so many years ago a nipple replaced by a cum soaked and sensually sore vagina.
“Only unclean animals can grovel to me…” Amanda moaned low and soft as her cum hungry husband lapped at her precious pussy laden with a load she worked hard to receive, “I can redeem you, put me first. I can save you from hell, pray to me. I can set your soul free, worship me. Feast upon thy lamb, I can redeem you.”.
The ritual set ablaze by a tongue which knew no guilt and a girl who floaters on clouds that rose up high and never let her feel want again. The ritual which freed her mind and gave her the strength to unleash upon her spouse the flood of semen which I deposited into the folds of her loving womb, so they make blend with the juices she rose up and made her orgasm. The baptism of the cuckold, now complete, now part of their loving married bed, now a duty she will not ever allow him to not perform.
Shaking lips, a pussy which danced on its own and made him drink, “Drink…. mmmmm… drink, sinner drink. Good boy… good boy. Drink… sinner.. mmmmmmmmm… good boy…. good boy… mmmmmm… mmm…”.
Drink, sinner, drink, for thy wife shall need much more very soon. The wicked have risen.
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I first saw her my freshman year at college working the library desk. Throughout the year, I would periodically catch a glimpse or her reshelving books or helping other students local resource materials. We chatted at times, usual small talk about classes and dorm life; she seemed an interesting woman.
While wandering through the aisles on a break from studying, I spied her wheeling a cart of books and followed. As she intently searched for the proper shelf position for the book she was shelving, I reached around her cupping a breast with one hand while encircling her waist with the other.
With very little resistance and willing encouragement, her blouse as well as her jeans were quickly unbuttoned. The feel of her tight body and the thrill of potentially being discovered was heavenly. It was there on the third floor of the library after hours, in front of the window overlooking the campus I had the most fantastic sex of my life.
On these cold winter nights, I often wonder whatever happened to her. I heard she married and moved to the west coast. Could be; I’d like to know. Wherever you are Mavis, I want you to know that I’ve cherished our library encounter always. Without doubt, it was the greatest fuck of my life.
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O I’m such a naughty girl!
On sunny days I love to take
A whippy whacking rod
One to make my bottom ache
Naughty me, I’m quite undressed
Soft lush grass, bare feet caressed
A sunlit stroll, by gleaming brook
Down to my secret spanking nook…