Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

... found her smooth, slick vagina. His finger dipped into her love canal, which was hot and wet like molten lava. He used the wetness to lubricate her clitoris. Her tiny hand surrounded his phallus and gently squeezed. His manhood responded by growing in her hand. Knowing that she had a sensual effect on this man, Sherri began to tremble. James laid her on the wide circular sofa. Her svelte body contrasted with the black leather. “Are you the African god who has come to possess me?” Sherri said, teasingly. “Yes!” James said; he was serious, Sherri thought. “Then will you hang me on your wall as a trophy?” “Yes, but you must complete the ritual.” “I will satisfy my African god.” “Will you kneel before me?” “Yes!” “Will you obey my every command?” “Yes!” James lay back. His enormous phallus was standing erect, a large drop of clear semen glistening in the light like a jewel atop an idol. “Be my fellatrix. If you please me, I will allow you to be in my harem,” James whispered. It was surreal. “Oh yes, Master!” Sherri said. She put her little hand around the shaman-lover’s black serpent. She pushed back the foreskin and exposed the one-eyed demon-snake ready to spit hot, sensual semen-venom. “Suck it!” It was a command. Sherri suddenly felt like an innocent temple virgin . W ill one taste change my world? she thought. Her mouth covered his cock head. She was producing an enormous amount of saliva which ran down his shaft and covered her hand. Her tongue traced the underside of his ...

... cock from the hilt to the tip. Her cheeks sank in as she pulled out and sucked. “Ohhh!” James moaned. Sensing James’ pleasure only heightened Sherri’s pleasure. She was deriving pleasure from giving pleasure. She felt James’ hand push her off. He pushed her back, spread her legs, and lay in her saddle. She felt like an unholy receptacle ready for the evil snake to enter her being and purify her forever. James positioned his cock at her nether lips. Her vulva was swollen and red, and her labia were extremely sensitive. Her clitoris was extended and erect. It was like a dream, or an illusion. Is this real? she thought. She imagined that he positioned his magical rod against her clitoris and rubbed gently. “Oh!” Sherri moaned. James worked his magic member against her clit-head. His profuse pre-cum was providing more than enough lubrication. “Oh, James please make love to me. Make me your slave!” Sherri moaned. “Take it, and guide me in!” It was a command. Sherri took his magical morphing serpent and aimed it at the soul of her pleasure. James pushed, and both felt Sherri’s vagina release. Sherri moaned as the torrid tool penetrated the depths of her pleasure pit. He began a rhythm which Sherri sensually mimicked with the thrusts of her pelvis. Their tempo became faster and faster. She felt it rising out of her clitoris. Like a vortex with her clitoris in the center. Swirling... spinning... like a whirlwind. Higher and higher she ascended. Her vagina was like liquid fire. Her ...