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This series is SUPPOSED to be DISGUSTING, which is what makes it so thrilling to write ! You SHOULD get bad feelings reading it, which is why I consider it repugnance ! I try to flagrant myself out as I write, getting into the outlook of a perverted VILLAIN. We 're all acknowledging he is wickedness and unseasonable. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life ! I'm assuming we're all mature adult that can single out fantasy from reality.

This is more porn than PLOT.

All type are 18+.This is a employment of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is not meant to be a direct point of reference to any real-life cultures/religions. I just liked the idea and wanted to push it to the extreme.



FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Rape / Non-con / Male-dom / misogyny / violence / sadism

-Mind command / slavery

-Gross bodily smells/taste, plebeian, fluids, exertion, ATM

-Period sex to talk



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Christian Bible of generation 2

"The man and his wife were both naked, yet they felt no shame."

- Book of Genesis 2:25



I wake after only a few riotous 60 minutes of sleep, haunted all nighttime by unusual dreams of ethereal hands and an infinite void slowly close in and suffocating. I shake off the incubus as the memories of last dark come rushing back. It was veridical ? My wife went to sleep stopping point dark like cipher unusual happened. What the fuck is going on ?

Running late for a mandatory in-office day at work, I kiss Lizzy and hurry out the threshold. She says au revoir in the same mundane way as always.

At body of work, all I can recollect about all day is that damn book, still not fully believing it. And as I get dwelling house that evening, my wife and I follow the same routine as any other night. It's as if she doesn't even remember the blowjob ! Or if she does, it's like it was perfectly normal behavior.

All through dinner my mind is racing. We watch some shows and relax as per usual. And as it gets late, Liz says she's taking a shower and heading to bed. As she showers, I take the opportunity to sneak off into the office, heroic to figure this affair out.

My fingerbreadth blaze across my keyboard, my nous obsessing, trying to find solution. role of me still thinks it's too good to be avowedly. magic trick leger aren't fucking real ! But the more I research, the less indisputable I am of anything. It all leads back to the Sami close. Mysterious ancient text. References to ‘ devil'and ‘ Pentateuch ’. The Book. It seems to have a presence to it.

I decide to try it out again tonight. My heart races as I carefully word the new law. If this thing is veridical, if a control like this works… Jesus, my marriage, my aliveness could be changed forever.

Lost in what I'm composition, I don't hear the shower fillet. Don't hear my wife peek in the office,"Whatcha doin'babe ?"She casually asks, drying herself off in the doorway.

I jump and close the record, covering it with some report from my desk,"Oh um goose egg. Porn."I reach out and suction stop something on my computer.

She rolls her eyes at the obvious sarcasm."Ha, ha,"she says dryly, thankfully not seeming to really care what I'm doing anyway.

I turn and my eyes instantly gaze up and down my wife's wet body. Like always, she does n't think twice about walking around naked after showering. She shy about sex, but doesn't see anything wrongly with being naked around her married man. Doesn't even start to understand how teasingly torturous it is for me. She wraps a towel in her tomentum, arms up, exposing her glistening fair pelt in all it's glorification. Pert pale tits. The perfect size of it, a bit more than a handful can hold. Soft pink nipples poke up a bit, staring me in the face. Her body is naturally fragile, but with midst hips and thighs. Soft and womanly, with curves many miss would be jealous of. I usually consider myself lucky to make such a sexy wife. But at the same time it's hard, since I can so rarely enjoy her beauty the way I'd like.

She sees me staring and shakes her head word, giving me the same annoyed expression she always does when I look at her like this, like I'm some perv.

She covers up more with a second towel wrapping around her eubstance,"fountainhead I'm heading to bed. You coming ?"I catch a abbreviated glimpse of her bulwark before she covers it. Her nighttime stubbly pubes, lazily trimmed and maintained. Cleaned up enough for her own taste, my own not even a consideration usually. But I like the laid-back style. Just enough scruff to give her a mature instinctive look. And I notice a short bowed stringed instrument hanging out of her ‘ innie'lips. I feel my cock stir in my knickers. I nod and follow her to bed.

Lizzy dresses for bed and lies next to me, asleep within transactions. My heart and soul races as I lie there awake for a bit longer. Her warm physical structure next to me, bundled up, sleeping peacefully, her back against my arm. My script gently reaches from under the covers and caresses her lower vertebral column. Then down to her backside. Not enough to come alive her. This is the most I can usually ever get. Some low-cal touching and snuggling in bed. But I know the typical cop out if I ask for More. She'll have a headache, or feel too bloated, or too tired. ‘ Maybe tomorrow'is always the reaction.

I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and lean in slowly to start spooning her from behind. My dick starts to engorge beneath my shortstop in anticipation, poking up between her buttcheeks. The insane blurriness of the wearing apparel she wears to bed is always such a turn-on. A foresighted arm shirt that couldn't be any thinner, a stuff that couldn't hide her mammilla if it tried, the nubs blatantly sticking up at the fabric. A low v-neck that always seems to invite me to dig down to her bureau. I slide my hands along the shirt, grasping at a tit, fingers feeling her bare skin exposed at that tantalizingly low neckline.

Her hips stir, ass instinctively pressing back into my groin in her sleep. My cock pulses in her crack, the shape of her buttock easy to feel even through both our bloomers. Like always, she wears tight joggers, a thin sweatpant cloth, fitting a bit free than tights or yoga pants.

With my one arm hugging over her, groping at a tit, my former works it's way down to fondle her ass. And with that, she starts to grumble and protest, finally waking.

Before she can protest, I lean my face in at her ear and whisper,"Fulfill your purpose."A phrase that shouldn't mean value anything to her, words that don't exactly criminate me of anything in case this doesn't work. Very particular, almost ostentatious words I don't have to worry about ever accidentally saying at the untimely time.

She sighs, her head turning to face back at me, a look of apprehension in her center. She knows exactly what I'm demanding of her, and she doesn't like it. The new law clearly worked, but even so, her reaction are substantial. My dick ado against her rear again.

"I know it's my duty, but can it wait until tomorrow ? It's so latterly babe."Her voice is dying and timeworn. Still half asleep. My law left things vague, hatful of wiggle room. But it seems to be working.

I shake my head,"No, right now Liz."My middle carefully read hers. Her verbal expression is drear, but it's not directed at me, only the situation. Like when you dread having to go into work in the daybreak. You don't hate your boss for it, it's just an annoying part of life sentence.

Lizzy gyre and sits up, gently pushing me onto my back. Her voice starts to stir from annoyed to nurturing,"Ok but I'm on my period, so you'll have to get back for a blowjob again."Even hearing such a modest woman like her say words like that, so casually, my dick stiffens more, pitching a tent under my shorts. But as she begins shimmying my pants down, I know in the back of my idea that I won't be ‘ settling'for anything tonight. I let her continue for now though.

As my shorts are pulled down, my dick springs up, unleashed into saucy air. And I immediately get a sinking notion in my stomach, realizing I forgot to fucking exhibitioner ! Goddammit, I've been obsessing over that Holy Scripture so much, I've been neglecting everything else. I guess it hasn't been that long, right ? What, yesterday morning ? But a puff of the smell hits my nose, and shame and embarrassment slaps me in the grimace. I have n't even washed since she sucked me off last night. Then a whole day of work today. Jesus Christ, I can't put her through this.

But I don't stop her as she leans down closer. share of me wants to see this. She stares at my rear penis. Her scent seam, a slim grammatical construction of disgust on her facial expression. But her eyes meet mine for a fragmented second, and I can recite she doesn't find fault me. To her, this is just an unfortunate person part of pleasing her husband. Whether she likes it or not, all that matter to her is pleasing me. Her mouthpiece stretchability open and lower berth onto my filthy cock.

Urp ! She gags immediately as the foul savour overwhelms her. She goes to lift off, hating this. But my hands reach out and brush her hair out of the way so I can see her side, and then retain the backbone of her promontory to gently prevent her from leaving. Coaxed back down, my wife gathers her equanimity and forces herself to bug out pumping, start cleaning my cruddy dick. shit, do I even need to lavish when I have a lovely wife to do it for me ?

Lizzy's spit overlap inside her rima oris while my hands guide her up and down. She allows me to set the pace. Shlurp Shlurp Shlurp ! Such vex sounds fill the way. I'm reminded of this past weekend when I jerked off right field here in bed when I had some time to myself. Masturbating with her head is so much ripe !

Her hands lovingly massage my egg and hilt as she lets me ragdoll her skull even faster. Like shaking a magic trick 8 clod in both hands. Stopping every few instant to let her recover a breath. Then back at it.

My wife has been my dear friend practically since we met. We've done everything together. All the same hobbies and stake. She's the most genuine, sweet girlfriend I've ever encountered. So loving and caring, a pharos of happiness and joy to anyone who knows her.

Mucusy tommyrot pours out of her mouth as she seizes up and nearly stinkpot on my cock. I let her recoil off me and cough for a bit, but I still hold her hair, not letting her go far. Tears run down her sweet cheeks, and she sniffles grossly to keep snoot coming out.

While she takes a breathing space, I lightheartedly blurt out,"You know, if you're on your menstruation, we can still do anal."It's something I've teased about many meter in the yesteryear. Always clearly meant as a gag. And she always rolls her eyes and ignores my unrefined sentiency of sense of humor. Tonight, I still say it like a gag. sort of.

Still recovering, breathing heavily, she gasps and freezes. Her head slowly raising, her oculus carefully looking into mine, a mortified expression on her face. Her spokesperson is raspy and weak,"You- you're right. We can. If that's really what you want."She's desperately hoping I'm not serious.

My heart skips a beat. I can't fucking believe this ! The law leaves everything exposed. My wife is mine to use as I please.

I nod. And her reflexion cesspit, her Leslie Townes Hope crushed. But she sighs and nods back. Submits to me. And I happily begin slinging orders at her.

"Get naked."I've seen her a million meter before, so I skip right to the good part."And I think there's some lube in the lav still, right ?"She scurries around as I watch her. My hand rubbing slowly at my dick.

And within moments, I've got her facedown on the bed, pale skin completely denude. Her wooden leg together, head resting on her arms as if about to obtain a massage. I straddle her thighs and fall through my raging nub down at her chap menacingly. I feel her body tense, so I start caressing her up and down trying to slack her.

My hands play with her dense asscheeks. Spreading them, squeezing the pillowy flesh. My eyes fixated on the jam that's always been off-limits. That crude brown button. My cock jumps and vellication, resting inches from the sphincter as I pry her cheeks unresolved and shut repeatedly with my ovolo. I've never gotten to just stare at it like this ! I play around like a kid with a new toy. And I can feel her shimmy in discomfort under me. I press a finger to her asshole, rub around, find every ruck wrinkle, the enticing heat she emits.

Lizzy always cleans herself meticulously in the shower. Even her butthole is always kept surprisingly pristine. Besides a few little stray hairs here and there, she trims and shaves and keeps everything courteous and ladylike. All for herself, because she likes to. It gives her confidence, makes her flavour clean and womanly. But no topic how skillful she keeps it back here, I've never been allowed to even look very much, let alone slug and prod and rub. And no issue how much she cleaned it, she's not truly prepared for anal. She never expected this to happen tonight, and I can feel her torso shakiness. Silently praying that she's clean enough, that zippo too gross occurs. And that risk, the off chance that my innocent wife could so absolutely humiliate herself doing something so indecent makes my cock swell like solid steel against her crack.

I squirt out some lubricant, right onto her asshole, and continue increasingly playing and poking with my digit. It takes a while, but as the minutes go by, I can feel her hole relaxing. I pop a finger inside Lizzy's ass for the very low fourth dimension, one metacarpophalangeal joint deep inside her tight anus. She squeaks and buries her shy face in a pillow. And I savor every second, wiggling and digging into her. My other hand is free to knead and slap at her buttcheeks.

A few bit later, I supercede the fingerbreadth with the tip of my tool, pressing down at her untie sphincter. I move slowly, letting her acclimatize bit by bit. She wriggles, hating everything about this. But I press on, thrusting forward and finally popping my glans inside my married woman's arse !

Liz moan in pain. And I sigh under my breather,"piece of ass, baby !"I can't believe I finally get to do this ! After all these years, my dick is being choked by her tight little anus as I drive slowly cryptic. I watch my shaft disappear inside her. Her wrinkle trap stretched to its max. Everything shiny and dripping with great deal of lube. Her torso shakes and writhes, but I hold her brace under me. Straddling her thighs, her pegleg pressed tightly together. My work force pinning her amphetamine physical structure facedown into the pillows and blankets.

Her pass turns, emerging from the pillow, and she moans out a gimcrack cry of objection,"Slower, ow ! Go deadening !"

But I grab her by the fuzz and driving force her face back into the pillow,"No. Shut up."Firm and authoritative. I've rarely spoken to my sweetly wife like that. But she obeys ! Going smooth and just taking my cock up her ass like a good bitch. Saviour this is unsubstantial ! Where's this hostility coming from ?

I think back as I gaze down at my wife. We met in college, and immediately hit things off. I married my best friend. But with that, I had to make believe concessions. She's a good person, pure, sweet. Not a bed perv like me. But now, for the start time… I get to invade her picayune virgin asshole.

Minutes go by, and my hips begin thrusting as she really starts to get used to me. I can get about half my pecker down her parachute before she starts bucking and shaking. A bit of roughness and force-out is one thing. But I don't want to hurt my girl too much. Our breathing gets hot, and after a bit I can let go of her tomentum and allow her look to ferment sideways on the pillow. She trouser and scrunches her brass up in tenuous pain. But she stays quiet, allowing me to have my way.

She always made it clear she never wanted to do anal. Hated the thought of it. It's always had to persist a removed phantasy, never to become a reality.

Sticky wet sounds fill the way as I hump in and out of her anus, lubricator coating everything, Lizzy's back glossy with a slight sheen of sweat from all the torture. I bend down and flick out my tongue for a agile predilection of her salty bod. Yet another affair I could never really get away with normally.

After a bit, I slow my stride again. It feels amazing, but I find myself imagining the tactile property of her twat. It's been a while. Maybe a few workweek or more. And I'm trying to make up one's mind which of her holes feels better.

But I would want a side by incline comparing. I pull out of her asshole suddenly with a satisfying Splop ! sound. I bite my lip at the sight of her little sphincter gaping open for a few seconds, slowly winking shut. I stick a finger in to swirl around as it squeezes shut on me, just playing around and using my wife's body however the screwing I want.

But as I sit back on her pressed-together legs, getting a adept view down her crack, down the crevice of her cunt, I'm reminded of her period. A white drawing string dangles out from her piffling crease. I reach out and grab at it without asking.

"Hey ! What- what are you doing ? I said I'm on my period."Her shocked reaction is subdued by the effects of the record, but even still, she can't believe I'd want to do that.

"So ? It's still your duty right ? All of this is your purpose in life."I smile, watching her innocent mind trying to comprehend the situation.

"I- I guess. But your… it's dirty. You can't just put it in like that. That was in my… my…"Her cute face lays on the pillow, turned back looking at my cock, freshly pulled out of her nasty asshole.

My inwardness racing, I crawl up toward her head, snaffle my meat with one script, and a fistful of her hair with my other,"You're right. Better plumb me off first."And I lunge my shaft down at her mouth !

Her eye nearly bulge out of her heading, a mortified formula on her nerve,"Wh- what ? ! No- Mmmmph !"My putz dip straight in before she really knows what's happening, filling my wife's mouth, straight to the back all in one violent jab. I ignore the slight scraping of teeth, and my paw wrench her lilliputian caput painfully up at a better angle, her body rolling on its incline to accommodate.

property her by whisker and jaw, I start fucking in and out, making the miserable affair gag and gurgle obnoxiously. And the Quran forces her to allow the abuse, her tongue trying to lap and clean house me off as instructed. But her eyes are across-the-board with repugnance, darting around, not fully understanding what's happening. But still knowing this is her stead in the world.

My cock is raging sway solid inside her mouth, punching at the back of her throat. My pretty footling lady, such a modest thing normally. Now slurping away at the dick that was just in her ass. She's clearly on the wand of puking from the taste perception. God I can hardly imagine the nasty flavor she must be sucking from my dick. But I thrust one Sir Thomas More time deeply before sliding out and giving her a suspension.

"goodness enough I guess,"I chuckle as I slap my prick up and down on her cheek, smearing saliva across her cheek as she gasps for breath and struggle to keep herself from vomiting.

I've seen this pretty little face a million times over the years. Always smiling, such adorable natural beaut. But I've never seen Lizzy quite like this. My cock swells as I slap it on her sweet forehead.

Then before she's fully recovered, I'm back behind her, pulling her butt up in the air into a nice doggy position. I stand on the bed and as she tries to bring up her chief up, I step on it and labor her boldness down in the pillow again with my foot,"Stay !"

Then I crouch behind her, grab handle of the tampon string… and pull hard. I hear my wife whimper with humiliation as the thing comes out of her cunt. With only a straightaway disgusted glance, I toss it in the trivial garbage can on the story next to the bed and coming back to her pussy.

A little dribble of blood leaks down her slit. Without hesitation, I aim and thrust, stabbing my cock in with no concern for my married woman's feelings. She lets out a wow, then does her best to mute herself like a just girl. Her cunt expands around my turncock, squeezing me with extremum tightness on all sides, not at all ready for the encroachment. I sigh as the warmth envelopes me. A familiar heat that molds to my cast. God this never gets old. Of all the girls I've been with, I can never get over how perfect Lizzy's little cunt is. One of the many rationality I married her. And her physical structure shakes as I enter her without warming up to it. I plunge into her fast than I've ever done before, balls deep in one go. Fucking incredible.

I slap her asscheek knockout, and she yelps with pained surprise, her pussy clenching around me even slopped somehow, her asshole giving a lilliputian pucker as it stares up at me.

Normally I would take on thing slacken for a bit as she adapts to me. She always says how spiritualist she is. But the Word means there's no indigence for that diddly-squat. Standing crouched low behind her on the bed, I grab an asscheek in each hand and set out ramming house at whatever footstep I damn well palpate like. And my poor wife screams out into her pillow with each thrust.

"Hey at least you have plenty of lubrication rightfield ?"I tease her, the blood inside her little puss mooring and microscope slide around my pecker as I pump in and out. That distinct metallic smell starts to waft up from her. ass I can't trust this is happening ! Anything I want. I slap her ass again. Hard. She just takes it. To her, this is all just region of pleasing her husband. It's just the way the universe is, whether she likes it or not. And she for certain looks like she does n't like it at all as I grip her by the hair again, crank her chief up off the pillow so I can see her jolly face looking back at me.

making eye contact the whole time, I use my free mitt to lodge my index finger into her buffet dickhead. She winces and scrunches her brass, then relaxes, those moderately blue eyes staring back at me again.Then I pluck the finger out and reach forward at her facial expression. She flinches, but I aim and shove the nasty finger up her footling nostril, digging around to give her a good smell of the interior of her own tail end. She whimper and keeps her eyes shut tight, trying to brush off what's happening.

Then I fishhook her nose, pulling her around toward me, while sliding my raging cock discharge of her sopping cunt. My penis is burnished red and practically dripping with her menstruation. She coughs from the pain in her nose. And when she realizes what's in front man of her face, her eyes go widely with repulsion and she begins flailing around trying to elude.

"Hey ! Hold still ! Clean me up ! You don't want to make a mess !"I roar at her, uncivilised epinephrine surging through my mineral vein. She cowers and goes as still as her shaking body can. And I hold her nous tight with both hands… and thrust forward into my wife's angelical mouth once again.

"Mmmmph ! Uuuurp ! Gack !"The racket coming from her are incredible. Slightly struggling, very confused, barely holding back from puking all over me. And I drive my blood-soaked cock straight in, holding the book binding of her mind and immediately humping rapidly. Lizzy's throat is just a know toy. Just a way of cleaning my filthy penis. And she does her very best to do just that. Her little tongue wiggling around and slurping up her own period blood. Swallowing it down along with the tip of her married man 's putz. I pull back to chip in her a breather, but still seeing red, I plunge back in a few more times to really wash off myself.

Liz manages to hold herself together, drink the disgusting bloody slime down her gorge. But as I pull out, instead of being scared of me, or hating me, or blaming me for this treatment, she just looks apologetic."Did I do ok sister ? Is that clean enough ?"The pity on her look makes my cock pulse in front man of her middle. She's only worried about cleaning up like she was told ! As if embarrassed that she sullied her hubby's dick. As if it's her fault she got her nasty blood on me.

"It's decent. But now it's all over your facial expression. Ew what's wrong with you ?"tinker's damn, where is this cruelness coming from ? Instead of comforting my poor girl, I point out how disgusting her mouth is after all that. Blood is smeared around her lips and brass, almost like smudged lipstick. I can't stand to look at it, so I shove her head back down and assume the position behind her in doggie-style again.

I hold her hips steady, squeezing a buttcheek with one deal and spreading her a bit with my thumb. A soft wincing hiss escapes her lips, my grip too fast-growing on her soft pelt. I ignore her and start pressing my dick against her puckered brown button again. I'm still intent on getting a good compare of all her pickle by switching back and forth freely.

I push, spit to lubricate, push some more, and finally she starts to let me in. And the whole time, Lizzy whines and sobs at the other end. I let out a gratify suspiration as I plunge into her anus, the insane grip strangling my pecker.

Liz is normally treated like a princess by all that know her. A kindhearted little lady, always brightening the room, loved by friend and family.

Several savage pumps in and out, and I'm already craving that bitch of hers again. Without hesitation, I pull out with a lewd Pop ! and decide to abandon the tedious cleaning operation. I aim down and stab forward into her bloody pussy.

Cross-contaminating from ass to twat, Lizzy writhes and riot out"No !"But I shush her and press on, holding her tightly around the pelvic girdle with both hands and pummeling her with all my potency. My wife obediently goes as muted as she can and takes the awful penalty, lets me defile her kitty-cat with the foaming succus fresh from her foul arsehole. Her shaking branch and clenching vaginal muscles tell me I'm going a bit too intemperate. So I ease up and stare down at the bloody cock sliding in and out of her cunt.

I could detonate at any minute, but I force myself to accommodate on foresightful. I pull out of her and hastily roll her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide and assuming missional position. Her teary blue eye stare up at me, then glance down at the throbbing peter covered in blood.

"Do y-you… Do you take me to clean it again, babe ?"A obnubilate face on her nerve says she doesn't quite bonk what she should do. God I can't get over the genuine business in her voice. After the way I've treated her, she still only cares about being a dear wife.

"Shut up for now. I'll tell you when you're needed,"Jesus the sadism has really gone to my head. It's like I'm a different person.

I imagine what her parents would think if they saw me treating their footling little girl like this. Lizzy is the infant of her crime syndicate, vernal of six. I imagine her founding father's face seeing me do this to her. Her mother feinting from the horror. But the Book has created a new order. This is what their daughter is meant for now.

I slap my bloody tittup up and down on my wife's kitty, watching her adorable eyes quiver with anticipation. Then I push her stage up and wide-eyed, aim my dick down at her bunghole again, and shove. Still slick with period blood from her vagina, I invade her footling butthole, making a mess in and around the misfortunate sphincter muscle.

Just a few heart and I pull out. Back into the snatch right above it. Thirty arcsecond of intense humping. Then out, back into the ass. Lizzy stares at the ceiling, doing her best not to squeal in pain. As she endures like a champ, I reach forward and begin choking at her finespun neck. Enough to get a in force reaction out of her. A pained gurgle. A choking sound to mix with the slapping and squelching noises that fill the room.

nooky christ I can't believe this ! I've never even wanted to cause my wife harm, let alone actually done it. And now her piddling neck muscles strain at my intense clench. All while I slam into her asshole with wildness.

I look down and try out something else I could never do before. I slap at a tit. Too hard. She yelps in hurting and shock. The handprint appears within a few minute. I fuck in and out harder, watching her breasts flop up and down. I'm always surprised how perfect they are. She's a gorgeous girl all over, but her mammilla and ass are just so pliable and fleshy. So perfect, so sizable for a smaller girl like her.

She gasps and begins coughing annoyingly as I finally let go of her cervix. So I slap her typeface with one-half my posture to snap her out of her craze, her butthole reflexively clenching around my cock. I pull out, stuff back into her bloody snatch for a few quick pumps. Then pull out again, my dick slimy and red, her entire crotch and the sheet underneath us a complete mess.

Lizzy is still gasping for breathing time, recovering from the initiatory time she's ever been choked and slapped. But she gets no hiatus. I grip her by her curly hair, crank her psyche forward and up as far as it goes, then I crawl up to straddle her torso. And I plunge into her muddy oral fissure once more.

A squeal of disgust escape her, the dull vibrations enticing my cock even more. Her hands try to weakly campaign me away, but I ignore the feeble endeavor and begin blasting into her. Her nose patting into my os pubis over and over, my men gripping her hair's-breadth and whipping her foreland front end to back. Only a few irregular and I can palpate her body lurching, so I pull out and make her a consequence to back off of puking. But I hold her by the haircloth and rub my ball around her forehead, patiently waiting for her to recover so I can proceed. Then I shove into her gullet again, stopping after another quickly ravishment. Again and again, stopping and starting, I edge myself on the verge of climax inside her helpless throat.

After using all her holes, back and Forth to my heart's content, I decide on my pet. She's too wimpish to really get much use out of the sass. Her jaw is a bit too minuscule, too operose to deflect her stupid teeth. And the unceasing fillet to prevent vomit. Nah. And that arsehole, the Nazarene that was fun. But I think the fancy of it, the taboo of violating such a nasty sphere is most of the appeal. It's nothing compared to the tone of her pure bitch. After all this fun, all the experimenting, using my wife's trunk in way of life she would never allow, I guess the classic way is best, the pattern way we've always done it anyway. Huh, I guess I didn't need to dishonor every inch of her after all. I smile wickedly.

Then I roll her over on top of me as I lay on my vertebral column, ready to finish up. With Lizzy straddling me in cowgirl, I make her insert me into that mucky cunt of hers again. I sigh from the tender wet notion, she winces and oink, too abused to relish this. Then I hug her down onto me, pressing her tits down onto my chest. I always love this position. I can mash her, caress her sweaty back, snatch at her asscheeks and hold them for leverage. I plant my feet down on the bed and begin thrusting upward, rapidly driving into her. I hold her besotted, preventing her body from bouncing up from the strong-growing heart. Wet slapping audio fill the elbow room, and the smell of her scented womanly scent blend with sensual sweat invades my pry. I lick at her salty berm and neck, and British pound sterling her into oblivion.

"Beg for my cum,"I whisper in her ear.

She struggles to speak through the assault on her pussy,"Please. C-cum inside me babe. F-fill me up."She never speaks like that !

And that's enough to commit me over the edge. I can experience my tool swell to the max, punching up at her neck, stuffing her full as I continue humping as fast as I can. Her ass joggle in a unremitting wave, my paw holding her face, pulling her Down into me with every thrust.

And I unload. I let out an unvoluntary groan. Her ear is right on in front of my oral cavity so I instinctively bite at it. My muscles flex then relax, my body going limp beneath my girlfriend as my dick pulses and shoots spurt after spurt up into her. I flood her insides, basting her with my cream. A endangerment she never allows normally. But there's no other purpose for a bitch. Her pussy is meant to be filled and bred at the whim of her husband.

We lay there, our laboured breathing slowly subsiding over the adjacent few minute of arc. The smell in the air is megascopic and wonderful. Her body is hot and sweaty on top of me. And as my dick begins to soften inside her, I feel myself starting to drift.

Before I fall asleep, I manage to give her one finally teaching,"Hey clean me up, sister. I'm going to sleep. Use your mouth."Her body tenses at the words. But the cobbler's last matter I feel is my lovely wife crawling off me and beginning to obediently slurp the nasty fluids off my dick.

In my dream, I wander through endless black. Abandoned and alone. Except for some unseen presence lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to come down. Waiting to pounce. To end me.



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The side by side daybreak, I sit at the kitchen table sipping coffee. A brilliant breakfast of eggs and 1st Baron Verulam and blimp, all prepared by my beautiful married woman. I ponder over the Book on the table before me, studying the ancient textual matter.

"It seems to put a spell on the building around you,"I speak out loudly to myself, casually ignoring the wet slurping sounds coming from under the board. Lizzy's soft mouth sucking and dribble on my cock as I sit there.

All morning, Liz has winced and groaned from the lingering pain in her ass and throat and twat. And yet she acts like it was all pattern ! Just voice of being a wife. This morning, I had her clean everything up from last night. Then we enjoyed a exhibitioner together, and I made her Captain James Cook breakfast naked while I watched. And she's been all smiles, happy to delight her man. In fact she keeps apologizing to me, saying how embarrassed she is that she got so foul finale Night. Says she hopes she did her responsibility ok. This is the liveliness. I'm treated like a king.

"Makes the dwelling or anatomical structure into a sort of hallowed ground I think,"I continue mumbling to myself."I guess I'll try it out at the position today. I might be out recently. That ok, babe ?"

My wife happily hums an approbative sound, my cock stuffed in her backtalk under the mesa.



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