The Gauntlet Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

The Gauntlet Ch. 09

... smiled up at her with full teeth at that comment, my heart and lithe effeminized body blazing with pride. A higher truth had been proven to me: I could only find my freedom within the sovereignty of the Goddesses. The same was true of them in my surrender.

"Now, do you want to see me fuck myself with this big black cock?" She was quite clearly eager to do it, as evidenced by the growing scent of her wetness. In contrast to the voice of disapproval coming from outside, those people flat and dead and dying, the Goddesses were fat and fleshy, full of life.

I reveled in these vital energies revealed within her nakedness. I kissed her fat pussy again, pressing the button to unleash the soaking pinkness from her slim red thong contrasting with everything else about this big white beauty. "Yes, Goddess Mikhaila!" I squealed high and feminine before she plugged my mouth with her soaking wet thong. She laid down upon her throne, glorious fleshly legs high up in the air above me, readying her round pale nakedness to fuck herself silly with her big black dildo.

The entryway was slow, her wide white ass partially visible in a crescent moon, cut in half in the black gap of her asscrack so deliciously to my eyes then in that moment. Her fleshy pink pussy was liberated in my eyes as the big black cock entered slowly by the volition of her own hand. This beautiful Goddess and me kneeling there before her, the two of us together, was a perfect, shining symbol of our threefold ...

... power.

Goddess Mikhaila moaned like a lioness and said, "You love seeing me get fucked, don't you? You want to do it for real... Imagine its a real man, and not just a silly fucking dildo."

Unbeknownst to her, I didn't have to imagine, as it was already real to me. Perhaps that is why she had said it at all.

Her beautifully thick legs and thighs and ass were spread so gloriously open and defiant against the old world and all of its messages of stultification. Hot and electric, she shined in a godly and liberating contrast to that. With her there spread out upon her ivory throne moaning upon that big black cock, each of us were free. If I didn't have this, I might have died.

Still, my eyes fluttered up towards her gorgeous, pale, round, fat tits, her most impressive feature. With another shuddering moan, she called me forth to her. "Come to me, whiteboy!"

I crawled up to her ivory throne of power, that luscious scent of her sopping wetness filling the air so it was I could smell.

"Ungh, worship me while I get fucked!" she wailed like a perfectly powerful banshee. Her panties fell from my mouth, open and agape in awe of her powerful, commanding presence, fully unleashed in her sex.

I stuck my whole painted face up into her open butthole, kissing the tender flesh of it before entering her with my tongue. As my secret weapon dug deeper and deeper into the full body of the Goddess, it only made her moan harder. The fluid from her pussy poured down around the big ...