Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 02 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 02

... was insatiable. She began to whimper. Then she realized it was not a whimper but a full scream! Again and again she screamed for more. The phallus erupted. She felt hot lava flow into her body. Another phallus replaced the first one. Again she felt it push inside her body which contracted to keep it in her soul. The phallus switched to her rectum. She felt her bodily orifices were temples for worship. One after another black phallus worship her orifices. *** “Sherri! Sherri! Wake up! Wake up! Can you hear me?” “James?” Sherri thought it was James. “No! It’s me, Stew!” her husband said. Sherri slowly came to her senses. Stew explained that she was lying on the bed when he got home. Slowly, the memory came back to her. “What happened, darling,” Stew asked. “I went to see James. We sat in the bar and talked … then we went to his apartment. I had a sip ….” Sherri told him about the tribal regalia room and the goblet, and the bottle of Fine Italian Wine . She didn’t spare anything. She told him that she was laid on an altar and was ceremonially “sacrificed” to the tribal goddess, who took over my body. Stew started stoking his cock. “That’s hot!” Stew said. He didn’t fully believe her. Sherri could see that her husband was aroused. She explained in detail about the discipline, the riding crop, phallus, the pre-cum, and James’ enormous cock and how it filled her. He told him how she had one orgasm after another for hours. Stew shot an enormous amount of cum into the air! “Look ...

... at my cunt. It is leaking,” she said. “Yes! I see it,” Stew said. “Clean me Stew, but don’t go inside me. ” Sherri demanded. Stew got between her legs and licked her vagina. Sherri came. She went to sleep. *** Sherri pulled herself out of the pool. The water was cool and made her body tingle. Since her skin illustration was applied her skin was very sensitive to light touch whether it was another person’s finger or water. She picked up a copy of Penthouse magazine and began reading. “Hello?” It was her cell phone. “Hi Sherri! It’s me!” “Hi Veronica! How’s Jamaica?” “Beautiful!” “Where have you been?” “I have been to the beach and to Clive’s room. That’s all!” “Who is Clive?” Sherri asked. “He’s one hunk of a black man from London,” Veronica said. “Is he the one on the beach that you told me about?” “Yes! We hooked up right away! We massaged one another. He took me back to his room….” Veronica left a lot unsaid, but Sherri had no problem imagining what went on. “That sounds delicious.” Sherri said. “Where’s Aldo?” she asked. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” Veronica laughed. “That would be a real story, if you two never hook up during your honeymoon,” Sherri began laughing. Veronica laughed too. “I got to meet Clive. Talk to your later….” Veronica hung up. Sherri rolled a joint and lit up. She inhaled a deep toke and held it as long as she could. Then she slowly exhaled through her partially parted lips and nose. Her hand went to her clitoris and began ...