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This serial is SUPPOSED to be DISGUSTING, which is what makes it so thrilling to publish ! You SHOULD get bad feelings reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR ! I try to gross myself out as I write, getting into the outlook of a deprave VILLAIN. We 're all acknowledging he is iniquity and unseasonable. Obviously cipher he does should ever be done in real life ! I'm assuming we're all mature adults that can separate fantasy from reality.

This is more than porn than PLOT.

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



FETISHES / WARNINGS

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

-Mind control / slavery

-Gross bodily smells/taste, unwashed, fluids, sweat, ATM

-Period sex to verbalise



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Word of God of generation 2

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

- Genesis 2:25



I wake after only a few tumultuous 60 minutes of sleep, haunted all night by unusual aspiration of ethereal bridge player and an infinite vacancy slowly completion in and suffocating. I shake off the nightmare as the memories of last Night come rushing back. It was real ? My wife went to sleep last night like nothing unusual happened. What the fuck is going on ?

Running late for a mandatary in-office day at work, I kiss Lizzy and speed out the door. She says bye in the same mundane way as always.

At work, all I can imagine about all day is that damn playscript, still not fully believing it. And as I get home that evening, my wife and I follow the same routine as any early dark. 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 party my psyche is racing. We watch some shows and relax as per usual. And as it gets late, Liz says she's taking a rain shower and heading to bed. As she showers, I take the opportunity to sneak off into the office, despairing to figure this matter out.

My digit blaze across my keyboard, my brain obsessing, trying to regain resolution. Part of me still thinks it's too good to be dependable. Magic Holy Scripture aren't fucking real ! But the more I research, the less trusted I am of anything. It all leads back to the Sami conclusions. Mysterious ancient schoolbook. References to ‘ demons'and ‘ practice of law ’. The Book. It seems to have a presence to it.

I decide to try it out again tonight. My fondness races as I carefully word the new law. If this thing is rattling, if a statement like this works… Jesus, my marriage, my life-time could be changed forever.

Lost in what I'm writing, I don't hear the cascade stopping. Don't hear my wife peek in the office,"Whatcha doin'infant ?"She casually asks, drying herself off in the doorway.

I jump and close the Book, covering it with some papers from my desk,"Oh um nothing. Porn."I reach out and click something on my computer.

She rolls her eye 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 wrong with being naked around her husband. Doesn't even begin to understand how teasingly torturous it is for me. She wraps a towel in her hair, arms up, exposing her glistening reasonable skin in all it's glory. Pert pale tits. The perfect size, a bit Thomas More than a handful can contain. piano pink pap poke up a bit, staring me in the face. Her consistency is naturally thin, but with chummy pelvis and thighs. cushy and womanly, with bend many little girl would be jealous of. I usually consider myself favourable to have such a sexy wife. But at the same time it's hard, since I can so rarely enjoy her peach the way I'd like.

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

She covers up more with a 2d towel wrapping around her torso,"Well I'm heading to bed. You coming ?"I catch a brief glance of her mole before she covers it. Her dark 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 fashion. Just enough scruff to consecrate her a mature innate facial expression. And I notice a picayune string hanging out of her ‘ innie'lips. I feel my dick stir in my gasp. I nod and follow her to bed.

Lizzy dresses for bed and lies next to me, asleep within minutes. My heart races as I lie there awake for a bit longer. Her warm body next to me, bundled up, sleeping peacefully, her back against my arm. My hand gently reaches from under the covers and caresses her blue back. Then down to her target. Not enough to wake up her. This is the most I can usually ever get. Some light touch and snuggling in bed. But I know the typical cop out if I ask for more. She'll have a vexation, or sense too bloated, or too tired. ‘ Maybe tomorrow'is always the response.

I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and lean in slowly to start spooning her from behind. My putz starts to engorge beneath my shorts in anticipation, poking up between her buttcheeks. The insane sissiness of the clothes she wears to bed is always such a turn-on. A long sleeve shirt that couldn't be any thinner, a material that couldn't hide her nipples if it tried, the nubs blatantly sticking up at the cloth. A low v-neck that always seems to invite me to cut into down to her chest. I slide my mitt along the shirt, grasping at a tit, fingers feeling her bare peel exposed at that tantalizingly low neckline.

Her hips stir, ass instinctively pressing back into my inguen in her sopor. My cock pulses in her crack, the shape of her cheeks easy to feel even through both our pant. Like always, she wears besotted joggers, a thin sweatpant textile, fitting a bit easy than tights or yoga bloomers.

With my one arm hugging over her, groping at a tit, my other works it's way down to fondle her ass. And with that, she starts to gnarl and refuse, 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 anything to her, words that don't exactly incriminate me of anything in case this doesn't employment. Very specific, almost pretentious Good Book I don't have to worry about ever accidentally saying at the wrong clip.

She sighs, her head turning to face back at me, a look of apprehensiveness in her heart. 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 actual. My dick stirs against her butt again.

"I know it's my duty, but can it expect until tomorrow ? It's so lately babe."Her voice is anxious and sap. Still half asleep. My law left affair vague, heap of wiggle room. But it seems to be working.

I shake my straits,"No, right now Liz."My eyes carefully read hers. Her expression is sorry, but it's not directed at me, only the situation. Like when you dread having to go into work in the break of day. You don't hate your political boss for it, it's just an annoying component of life.

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 catamenia, so you'll have to settle for a blowjob again."Even hearing such a modest char like her say dustup like that, so casually, my cock stiffens more, pitching a tent under my shorts. But as she begins shimmying my pants down, I know in the back of my mind that I won't be ‘ settling'for anything tonight. I let her bear on for now though.

As my underdrawers are pulled down, my dick springs up, unleash into invigorated air. And I immediately get a sinking intuitive feeling in my stomach, realizing I forgot to fucking shower ! Goddammit, I've been obsessing over that Book so much, I've been neglecting everything else. I guess it hasn't been that long, right ? What, yesterday sunrise ? But a whiff of the smell hits my nose, and shame and embarrassment slap me in the typeface. I have n't even washed since she sucked me off terminal Night. Then a whole day of work today. Deliverer, I can't put her through this.

But I don't barricade her as she leans down closer. portion of me wants to see this. She stares at my rear penis. Her nose furrow, a slight formulation of disgust on her brass. But her oculus sports meeting mine for a split second, and I can order she doesn't blame me. To her, this is just an unfortunate person parting of pleasing her hubby. Whether she likes it or not, all that affair to her is pleasing me. Her oral fissure stretches surface and lowers onto my filthy dick.

Urp ! She gags immediately as the foul flavor overwhelms her. She goes to lift off, hating this. But my custody reach out and brush her hair out of the way so I can see her aspect, and then hold the back of her head to gently prevent her from leaving. Coaxed back down, my wife gather her equanimity and violence herself to part pumping, start cleaning my nasty dick. tinker's dam, do I even need to shower when I have a lovely wife to do it for me ?

Lizzy's tongue laps inside her sassing while my hands guide her up and down. She allows me to set the gait. Shlurp Shlurp Shlurp ! Such amazing sounds fill the elbow room. I'm reminded of this past weekend when I jerked off right here in bed when I had some sentence to myself. Masturbating with her psyche is so often substantially !

Her hands lovingly massage my Lucille Ball and hilt as she lets me ragdoll her skull even faster. Like shaking a Magic 8 Ball in both manpower. Stopping every few s to let her go back a breath. Then back at it.

My married woman has been my respectable friend practically since we met. We've done everything together. All the same sideline and interests. She's the most genuine, sweet lady friend I've ever encountered. So do it and lovingness, a beacon of happiness and joy to anyone who knows her.

Mucusy boloney pours out of her oral fissure as she seizes up and nearly vomit on my putz. I let her recoil off me and cough for a bit, but I still hold her hair, not letting her go far. split run down her sweet cheeks, and she sniffles grossly to foreclose snot coming out.

While she takes a breathing spell, I lightheartedly blurt out,"You know, if you're on your flow, we can still do anal."It's something I've teased about many times in the past. Always clearly meant as a joke. And she always rolls her centre and ignores my crude sense of humor. Tonight, I still say it like a jape. Sort of.

Still recovering, breathing heavily, she gasps and halt. Her head slowly raising, her eyes carefully looking into mine, a subdue expression on her face. Her vox is scratchy 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 open. My married woman is mine to use as I please.

I nod. And her expression sinks, her hope crushed. But she sighs and nods back. Submits to me. And I happily begin slinging guild at her.

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

And within mo, I've got her facedown on the bed, sick pelt completely naked. Her legs together, head resting on her arms as if about to receive a massage. I straddle her thighs and fall flat my raging meat down at her crack menacingly. I feel her body tense, so I start caressing her up and down trying to relax her.

My hands play with her thick asscheeks. Spreading them, squeezing the pillowy material body. My middle fixated on the hole that's always been out-of-bounds. That crude brown button. My cock jumps and twitches, resting inches from the anatomical sphincter as I pry her cheek open and shut repeatedly with my thumbs. I've never gotten to just stare at it like this ! I play around like a kid with a new toy. And I can find her shift in irritation under me. I press a finger's breadth to her asshole, rub around, find every puckered 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 shave and keeps everything nice and ladylike. All for herself, because she likes to. It gives her confidence, makes her flavor clean and womanly. But no affair how prissy she keeps it back here, I've never been allowed to even look very much, let alone poke and urging and rub. And no matter how much she cleaned it, she's not truly prepared for anal. She never expected this to happen tonight, and I can feel her consistency vibration. Silently praying that she's houseclean enough, that nothing too receipts occurs. And that risk, the off probability that my devoid wife could so dead humiliate herself doing something so uncomely makes my cock swell like firm brand against her crack.

I squirt out some lube, right onto her asshole, and continue increasingly playing and poking with my fingers. It takes a while, but as the minutes go by, I can palpate her hole relaxing. I pop a finger's breadth inside Lizzy's ass for the very first time, one metacarpophalangeal joint abstruse inside her tight anus. She squeaks and buries her shy facial expression in a pillow. And I savor every arcsecond, wiggling and digging into her. My former bridge player is complimentary to knead and slap at her buttcheeks.

A few second later, I supercede the finger's breadth with the tip of my tool, pressing down at her loosen sphincter. I move slowly, letting her acclimate 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 mother fucker !

Liz groans in pain. And I sigh under my breath,"fucking, baby !"I can't believe I finally get to do this ! After all these years, my shaft is being choked by her smashed picayune anus as I drive slowly deeper. I watch my shaft disappear inside her. Her wrinkled yap stretched to its max. Everything shiny and dripping with plenitude of lube. Her torso shiver and writhes, but I hold her unfaltering under me. Straddling her thighs, her legs pressed tightly together. My hands pinning her upper consistency facedown into the pillows and blankets.

Her head turns, emerging from the pillow, and she moans out a flashy cry of protest,"Slower, ow ! Go slower !"

But I grab her by the hair and thrust her boldness back into the pillow,"No. Shut up."firm and classic. I've rarely spoken to my sweet wife like that. But she obeys ! Going quiet and just taking my stopcock up her ass like a good bitch. Jesus this is unsubstantial ! Where's this aggression coming from ?

I think back as I gaze down at my wife. We met in college, and immediately hit things off. I married my in effect friend. But with that, I had to make concessions. She's a commodity mortal, pure, sweet. Not a flaming perv like me. But now, for the first time… I get to overrun her little Virgin asshole.

Minutes go by, and my pelvic arch begin thrusting as she really starts to get used to me. I can get about half my dick down her slide before she starts bucking and shaking. A bit of roughness and force 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 hairsbreadth and tolerate her face to turn sideways on the pillow. She pants and scrunches her grimace up in slight botheration. But she stays tranquillize, allowing me to have my way.

She always made it clear she never wanted to do anal. Hated the cerebration of it. It's always had to remain a distant fantasy, never to become a reality.

Sticky wet sounds fill the room as I hump in and out of her anus, lubricator coating everything, Lizzy's back glossy with a slight sheen of swither from all the badgering. I bend down and flip out my natural language for a promptly taste of her salty flesh. Yet another matter I could never really get away with normally.

After a bit, I slow my pace again. It feels amazing, but I find myself imagining the smell of her cunt. It's been a while. Maybe a few week or to a greater extent. And I'm trying to make up one's mind which of her holes feels better.

But I would need a position by side compare. I pull out of her son of a bitch suddenly with a satisfying Splop ! sound. I bite my lip at the sight of her picayune sphincter gaping open for a few endorsement, slowly winking shut. I stick a digit in to swirl around as it squeezes shut on me, just playing around and using my wife's body however the ass I want.

But as I sit back on her pressed-together branch, getting a commodity vista down her cleft, down the cleft of her cunt, I'm reminded of her period. A white drawing string dangles out from her little crease. I reach out and snap up at it without asking.

"Hey ! What- what are you doing ? I said I'm on my period."Her shock response is subdued by the event of the Holy Writ, but even still, she can't believe I'd lack to do that.

"So ? It's still your duty right ? All of this is your use in life."I smile, watching her impeccant judgement trying to encompass 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 expression lays on the pillow, turned back looking at my pecker, freshly pulled out of her smutty asshole.

My nerve racing, I crawl up toward her headland, grab my meat with one deal, and a fistful of her whisker with my other,"You're right. Better clean me off first."And I lunge my dick down at her mouth !

Her eye nearly bulge out of her fountainhead, a sphacelate facial expression on her brass,"Wh- what ? ! No- Mmmmph !"My cock plunges straight in before she really knows what's happening, filling my wife's back talk, straight to the back all in one violent jab. I ignore the slight excoriation of dentition, and my mitt wrench her piffling head painfully up at a better angle, her body rolling on its incline to accommodate.

keeping her by hair and jaw, I start fucking in and out, making the piteous affair gag and gurgle obnoxiously. And the book of account forces her to let the abuse, her lingua trying to lap and houseclean me off as apprise. But her middle are wide-eyed with horror, darting around, not fully understanding what's happening. But still knowing this is her billet in the human race.

My stopcock is raging tilt solid inside her mouth, punching at the backbone of her pharynx. My pretty little madam, such a pocket-sized thing normally. Now slurping away at the dick that was just in her ass. She's clearly on the verge 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 more time deeply before sliding out and giving her a open frame.

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

I've seen this pretty little face a million times over the age. Always smiling, such adorable natural smasher. 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 tooshie up in the air into a nice doggie position. I stand on the bed and as she tries to elevate her forefront up, I step on it and force her face down in the pillow again with my foot,"check !"

Then I crouch behind her, snatch hold of the tampon string… and pull hard. I hear my wife whimper with humiliation as the thing comes out of her twat. With only a immediate disgusted glance, I toss it in the little garbage can on the floor next to the bed and return to her pussy.

A little filter of line passing water down her prick. Without disinclination, I aim and thrust, stabbing my stopcock in with no care for my wife's feelings. She lets out a thigh-slapper, then does her best to muffle herself like a just girl. Her cunt expands around my cock, squeezing me with extreme point parsimoniousness on all sides, not at all ready for the intrusion. I sigh as the warmness envelopes me. A familiar heat that molds to my embodiment. God this never gets old. Of all the girls I've been with, I can never get over how double-dyed Lizzy's little pussy is. One of the many reason I married her. And her body shakes as I enter her without warming up to it. I plunge into her faster than I've ever done before, musket ball deep in one go. Fucking incredible.

I slap her asscheek hard, and she yelps with pained surprise, her cunt clenching around me even tighter somehow, her asshole giving a little pucker as it stares up at me.

Normally I would take in things slow for a bit as she adapts to me. She always says how sensitive she is. But the Book means there's no motive for that hoot. Standing crouched low behind her on the bed, I grab an asscheek in each script and set out ramming home at whatever pace I damn well feel like. And my poor wife screams out into her pillow with each thrust.

"Hey at least you have plentifulness of lubrication right hand ?"I tease her, the pedigree inside her little bozo slips and microscope slide around my dick as I pump in and out. That discrete metallic smell starts to waft up from her. ass I can't think this is happening ! Anything I want. I slap her ass again. Hard. She just takes it. To her, this is all just part of pleasing her husband. It's just the way the human race 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's-breadth again, crank her pass up off the pillow so I can see her pretty face looking back at me.

Making eye contact the whole time, I use my free hired hand to stick my forefinger finger into her buffet motherfucker. She winces and scrunches her font, then relaxes, those jolly blue eyes staring back at me again.Then I pluck the finger out and get to forward at her face. She flinches, but I aim and shove the nasty finger up her little nostril, digging around to yield her a good smell of the inside of her own butt. She whimpers and keeps her eyes shut tight, trying to discount what's happening.

Then I fishhook her olfactory organ, pulling her around toward me, while sliding my raging strut free of her sopping puss. My phallus is bright red and practically dripping with her menstruation. She coughs from the pain in the ass in her nozzle. And when she realizes what's in front line of her typeface, her eyes go panoptic with horror and she begins flailing around trying to escape.

"Hey ! clutches still ! Clean me up ! You don't want to work a pile !"I roar at her, barbaric epinephrine surging through my veins. She cowers and goes as still as her shaking body can. And I hold her mind tight with both hands… and hurl forward into my married woman's odoriferous oral fissure once again.

"Mmmmph ! Uuuurp ! Gack !"The racket coming from her are incredible. Slightly struggling, very discombobulate, barely holding back from puking all over me. And I drive my blood-soaked rooster straight in, holding the back of her question and immediately humping rapidly. Lizzy's throat is just a piece of tail toy. Just a way of cleaning my nasty 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 tool. I pull back to dedicate her a breather, but still seeing red, I plunge back in a few more times to really wash myself.

Liz manages to hold herself together, drink the disgusting bloody slime down her gullet. But as I pull out, instead of being scared of me, or hating me, or blaming me for this handling, she just looks apologetic."Did I do ok babe ? Is that make clean enough ?"The shame on her fount makes my putz pulse rate in front of her middle. She's only worried about cleaning up like she was told ! As if embarrassed that she sullied her husband's tool. As if it's her fault she got her nasty descent on me.

"It's adequate. But now it's all over your face. Ew what's wrong with you ?"Damn, where is this mercilessness coming from ? Instead of comforting my poor miss, I point out how disgusting her backtalk is after all that. descent is smeared around her lips and cheeks, almost like smudged lip rouge. I can't sales booth to await at it, so I shove her head back down and assume the situation behind her in doggie-style again.

I hold her hips steady, squeezing a buttcheek with one deal and spreading her a bit with my quarter round. A soft wincing hiss escapes her lips, my grip too aggressive on her easygoing skin. I ignore her and start pressing my tool against her puckered dark-brown clitoris again. I'm still intent on getting a good compare of all her pickle by switching back and onward freely.

I push, spit to lubricate, bear on 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 satisfied suspiration as I plunge into her anus, the insane grip strangling my putz.

Liz is normally treated like a princess by all that know her. A kind-hearted little noblewoman, always brightening the room, loved by friends and folk.

Several savage ticker in and out, and I'm already craving that pussy of hers again. Without hesitation, I pull out with a lewd Pop ! and settle to abandon the wordy cleaning summons. I aim down and poke forward into her blooming pussy.

Cross-contaminating from ass to twat, Lizzy writhes and screams out"No !"But I shush her and press on, holding her tightly around the hips with both hands and pummeling her with all my strength. My married woman obediently goes as tranquillity as she can and takes the painful punishment, lets me corrupt her pussy with the frothy juices clean from her foul bunghole. Her shaking legs and clenching vaginal muscle tell me I'm going a bit too hard. So I ease up and stare down at the bloody shaft sliding in and out of her cunt.

I could break loose at any moment, but I force myself to hold on longer. I pull out of her and hastily roll her over onto her vertebral column, spreading her legs wide of the mark and assuming missionary place. Her teary amobarbital sodium center stare up at me, then peek down at the throbbing dick covered in blood.

"Do y-you… Do you need me to clean it again, babe ?"A confused smell on her facial expression says she doesn't quite know what she should do. God I can't get over the genuine fear in her voice. After the way I've treated her, she still only cares about being a unspoiled married woman.

"Shut up for now. I'll tell you when you're needed,"Good Shepherd the sadism has really gone to my psyche. It's like I'm a unlike mortal.

I imagine what her parents would think if they saw me treating their little girl like this. Lizzy is the babe of her folk, youthful of six. I imagine her beginner's grimace seeing me do this to her. Her mother feinting from the repugnance. But the Book has created a new order. This is what their daughter is meant for now.

I slap my bloody strut up and down on my wife's kitty, watching her adorable eyes quiver with prevision. Then I push her branch up and wide, aim my tool down at her asshole again, and shove. Still slip with period rakehell from her vagina, I invade her little butthole, making a flock in and around the short sphincter muscle.

Just a few ticker and I pull out. Back into the cunt right above it. XXX seconds of vivid humping. Then out, back into the ass. Lizzy stares at the roof, doing her best not to squeal in bother. As she endures like a title-holder, I reach forward and lead off choking at her delicate cervix. Enough to get a estimable reaction out of her. A hurt gurgle. A choking auditory sensation to mix with the slapping and squelching noises that fill the room.

fuck Christ I can't believe this ! I've never even wanted to cause my wife hurt, let alone actually done it. And now her little neck muscles strain at my acute grasp. All while I slam into her SOB with ferocity.

I look down and try out something else I could never do before. I slap at a tit. Too heavily. She yelps in pain and electrical shock. The handprint appears within a few endorsement. I fuck in and out strong, watching her tit flop up and down. I'm always surprised how perfect they are. She's a gorgeous girl all over, but her tit and ass are just so pliable and heavy. So perfect, so goodly for a smaller miss like her.

She gasps and begins coughing annoyingly as I finally let go of her neck. So I slap her side with half my strength to photograph her out of her hysteria, her butthole reflexively clenching around my cock. I pull out, stuff back into her bloody bitch for a few quick ticker. Then pull out again, my cock slimy and red, her full crotch and the sheet underneath us a complete mess.

Lizzy is still gasping for breather, recovering from the foremost clock time she's ever been choked and slapped. But she gets no reprieve. I grip her by her curly hair, crank her head forward and up as far as it goes, then I crawl up to range her trunk. And I plunge into her sloppy oral cavity once more.

A squeal of disgust outflow her, the smother trembling enticing my cock even more. Her hands try to weakly push me away, but I ignore the faint endeavour and begin blasting into her. Her nuzzle patting into my pubes over and over, my hands gripping her hair and whipping her head front to back. Only a few mo and I can feel her body lurching, so I pull out and return her a moment to punt off of puking. But I hold her by the hair and rub my balls around her os frontale, patiently waiting for her to convalesce so I can continue. Then I shove into her gorge again, stopping after another quick assault. Again and again, stopping and starting, I edge myself on the threshold of sexual climax inside her helpless pharynx.

After using all her holes, back and Forth to my nitty-gritty's content, I decide on my favorite. She's too wimpy to really get much use out of the mouth. Her jaw is a bit too humble, too hard to forefend her stupid teeth. And the constant quantity fillet to prevent puking. Nah. And that asshole, Christ that was fun. But I think the fantasy of it, the taboo of violating such a awful area is most of the appeal. It's null compared to the flavour of her unadulterated slit. After all this fun, all the experimenting, using my married woman's consistence in ways she would never reserve, I guess the Graeco-Roman way is best, the pattern way we've always done it anyway. Huh, I guess I didn't need to violate every inch of her after all. I smile wickedly.

Then I roll her over on top of me as I lay on my binding, fix to finish up. With Lizzy straddling me in cowgirl, I make her insert me into that sloppy cunt of hers again. I sigh from the affectionate wet look, she winces and grunts, too abused to delight this. Then I hug her down onto me, pressing her tits down onto my chest. I always love this position. I can squeeze her, fondle her sweaty back, grab at her asscheeks and halt them for leverage. I plant my feet down on the bed and begin thrusting upward, rapidly driving into her. I hold her cockeyed, preventing her organic structure from bouncing up from the aggressive pumps. Wet slapping speech sound fill the room, and the olfactory modality of her sweet womanly scent commingle with sensual swither invades my nose. I lick at her salty shoulder joint and neck, and pound her into oblivion.

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

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

And that's enough to send me over the border. I can feel my stopcock beau to the max, punching up at her cervix, stuffing her fully as I continue humping as fast as I can. Her ass jiggles in a constant wave, my hands holding her cheeks, pulling her John L. H. Down into me with every thrust.

And I unload. I let out an involuntary groan. Her ear is right in front of my mouth so I instinctively bite at it. My muscles flex then relax, my torso going wilted beneath my girl as my dick pulses and shoots spurt after spurt up into her. I flood her insides, basting her with my cream. A peril she never allows normally. But there's no early purpose for a snatch. Her pussy is meant to be filled and bred at the whim of her married man.

We lay there, our big breathing slowly subsiding over the side by side few minutes. The olfactory sensation in the air is gross and tremendous. Her body is hot and sweaty on top of me. And as my shaft begins to break inside her, I feel myself starting to drift.

Before I fall asleep, I manage to give her one in conclusion instruction,"Hey clean me up, babe. I'm going to log Z's. Use your mouth."Her body tenses at the words. But the endure thing I feel is my lovely married woman crawling off me and beginning to obediently slurp the filthy fluids off my dick.

In my dreams, I wander through endless pitch-dark. Abandoned and alone. Except for some spiritual domain bearing lurking in the vestige, waiting for me to lessen. Waiting to pounce. To end me.



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The next dawning, I sit at the kitchen table sipping umber. A magnificent breakfast of orchis and bacon and sausage, 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 construction around you,"I speak out loud to myself, casually ignoring the wet slurping auditory sensation coming from under the table. Lizzy's mild mouth suck and drool on my peter as I sit there.

All morning, Liz has winced and groaned from the lingering pain in her ass and throat and cunt. And yet she acts like it was all pattern ! Just part of being a wife. This morning time, I had her clean everything up from last Night. Then we enjoyed a exhibitioner together, and I made her cook breakfast naked while I watched. And she's been all smiles, glad to please her man. In fact she keeps apologizing to me, saying how embarrassed she is that she got so nasty last night. Says she hopes she did her duty ok. This is the lifespan. I'm treated like a king.

"Makes the dwelling or structure into a form of hallowed priming coat I think,"I continue mumbling to myself."I guess I'll try it out at the billet today. I might be out late. That ok, babe ?"

My wife happily hums an affirmative speech sound, my stopcock stuffed in her mouth under the tabular array.



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