Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 03

The warm Jamaican sun was streaming down on Veronica’s voluptuous nude body. She felt Clive’s hands rubbing sunscreen over her back as they lay on the beautiful tropical beach. “Turn over!” he said. She turned, exposing her bare skin on her abdomen, her 36DDs which didn’t sag, and her slick bare mons pubis. Her vaginal area was bleached and her labia extended from her vulva, indicating her high level of sexual excitement. Clive continued to rub sunscreen on her body. His hand went down to her now extended, erect clitoris. “Oh! Clive, that feels so fucking good,” Veronica cooed. “Does that feel as good as what I gave you last night?” he asked suggestively. “Oh, yes! Last night was so dreamy! How many times did we cum?” she sighed. “Many! You are one hot American white woman,” he said while his fingers circled her nipples. He squeezed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and her two-inch long clitoris stood up invitingly. His hand reached for it. “I’m so glad you took me to that Jamaican club. The music and dancing was so sexy,” Veronica said. Clive continued to massage her clitoris until she came on the beach. A balding male tourist-voyeur could not believe his eyes! “Oh, Clive! Are we the only people on this beach having sex?” she said. “Well, I don’t care.” She sat up and looked at Clive. He was a 210-pound English gentleman in every way except for the black skin. *** “What do you mean… a temple prostitute? You never told me,” Stew asked meekly. ...

... “I’m not sure exactly. They have this temple. They put me on a dais…” her voice trailed off. She lit a joint. “Who are they ?” Stew asked humbly. “ They are the priests of the temple. It’s a ceremony. I am the focus of the ceremony to make me the temple whore,” Sherri said confidently. She was flouting her newborn sexuality at her meek, sexually aroused white husband. “How many were there?” “I’m not sure. I only saw, James. I felt the others,” Sherri said. She did not say what she felt, where she felt it, or how many she felt. In truth, "it" was phalluses in her dripping, wet sensual vagina. Sherri put the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply. It only aroused her more. “What does the temple whore have to do?” Stew asked, as his cock began to get stiff. “She must sensually serve all the priests of the temple including the high priest,” she said dreamily. Stew was now fully erect. His hand clasped the pathetic white penis and started stroking. “What do you mean by serve?” Stew asked meekly. “Sacrifice my body to them,” she said exhaling. Stew began frantically stroking his cock. “I’ve got to go,” she said and walked to the door without kissing Stew goodbye. “Are you going to give me a kiss goodbye?” Stew pleaded. Sherri turned around and blew him a kiss. At that instant, a dribble of pathetic cum oozed out of his cock. He collapsed in a chair. *** Sherri’s hand was trembling when she pressed the doorbell to James’ temple-apartment. The wait for the door to open was like an ...