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Angel On Her Knees
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

Igwe demands satisfaction, and Angel does a perverted 
act against her will... well it was the first time... 
(MF, reluc, oral, intr)
 
***

Angel stared like a mesmerised rabbit at the length of 
black cock bobbing in front of her eyes.

Her heart quaked with fear and disgust, and weakness.

Igwe wanted her to suck his cock, and her stomach 
churned with the horror of it. She was losing the 
argument and she knew it!

Igwe was not accepting her refusal. Not accepting that 
she had the right to say No!

Her husband would never treat her like this. He had 
more respect for her!

Igwe wanted his cock sucked, and what Igwe wanted Igwe 
got.

He was a beast.

She knelt at his feet. Her eyes locked on that 
throbbing jerking length of male lust. She was 
weakening.

She closed her eyes and prayed for forgiveness.

***

"No, it's perverted!"

The words had burst from her when Igwe first told her 
what he wanted her to do!

 Suck cock! Yuk! 

The thought filled her with horror and disgust. In all 
her years of marriage she had never sucked her husbands 
cock.

Cocks pissed! 

Filthy dirty things.

It had taken her years to get used to touching her 
husband's cock after their marriage. They were the 
worst parts of men. Driving them to uncontrolled 
passions and perverted lusts in which all sense of 
rationality and reason left them.

Igwe had looked at her with surprise.

"Perverted! Don't be silly woman. It's a perfectly 
normal. Everyone likes sucking cock! Women like sucking 
them, and men like them sucked! Even men and boys like 
sucking cock!"

 Angel reeled and the perverted and shocking image. Her 
world was on the edge of shattering. This man she was 
in love with wanted her to commit a perverted sex act 
condemned by the Church, and blithely talked about even 
men liking to suck cock!

"I can't! It's wrong!"

"Wrong! How can it be wrong when it gives so much 
pleasure to all concerned?"

"But it just is!"

"You are just a closet racist! You won't suck my cock 
because it's black!"

"No, that's not true! I have never sucked a cock! Not 
anyone's not even Mark my husbands?"

Igwe stared at her in disbelief. Could it be true? 
Surely not!

"Believe me I have done anything like that. The bible 
tells us it is wrong."

Igwe looked at her flushed pretty face. His eyes 
focussed on her soft pink lips. Had those lips really 
never taken a cock between them? Surely he had not 
found a white woman with a virgin mouth! 

His cock twitched and lurched and in his trousers.

Angel nervously shifted her feet and stared at him. 
Wondering if his silence indicated that he had accepted 
her argument. Her heart thumped and her throat was dry. 
She knew about cock sucking of course, but had 
successfully avoided it. She was not going to start 
now, she wasn't! She licked her suddenly dry lips, and 
immediately knew from Igwe's reaction that licking her 
lips had not been a good move. 

She had seen the lust rise to new heights in his eyes 
followed her tongue slipping wetly over their suddenly 
dry surface!

Oh dear, this was not going to be easy. She would just 
have to make him understand she was not that kind of 
girl.

She was about to speak again when Igwe whirled and 
strode across to his bookshelf. He paused a moment and 
then returned after extracting a leather bound book.

"Show me," he said, holding out what she now saw was a 
bible.

"Show me the parable on cock sucking!"

Angel reeled pulling her hand back that had just been 
about to take the proffered bible! Her eyes widened and 
her thoughts raced.

"Come on Angel. Show me where Jesus said it was wrong 
to suck cock?"

"But...but...Sodom and Gnorroha... it said there...."

"No, it doesn't but what does the Old Testament count 
to you? You are a Christian right? You follow the 
teachings of Jesus. Show me where he taught it was 
wrong for a woman to give a man pleasure by using her 
mouth."

Angel brought her hand up to her mouth and nibbled her 
lips. Then stopped as she realised this excited Igwe as 
well!

"But I was taught in Church that it was wrong that only 
normal relations are between men and women and sex for 
the purpose of making babies is the only kind of sex 
that couples should take part in."

"Really. Then can I assume you are not on the pill?" 
Angel flushed a deep red at being caught out. The 
Catholic Church did indeed teach that it was wrong to 
use birth control, but when Angel stopped using the 
pill twelve years after Amanda's birth she had promptly 
became pregnant with her son. She had sworn, church 
teachings or not, never to go off the pill again!

"But even last week's sermon...the priest went on and 
on about the sins of the flesh!"

"Bah! He should know!"

Angel's eyes widened as she looked at him shocked. Igwe 
stared at her and wondered just how innocent and naive 
she was could be.

"The only reason your church allowed choir girls was 
because they were fed up with its priests using the 
choir boys for bum practice! It wanted its priests to 
have some normal sex for a change!"

Angel looked at him shocked to the core.

"It's not like that!"

"Really...are you telling me that Father Mansa has not 
tried to persuade you to go to one of his bible reading 
weekends?"

"Bible reading weekends are a normal part of church 
practice."

"Is that so? Was it also a normal part of Church 
practice for Father Mansa to fondle your bottom when he 
asked you?"

Angel stared at him. How did Igwe know that?

"But African men are always fondling my bottom! It's 
been like that since we arrived."

"So now what's normal is for a black Catholic priest to 
fondle your white curvy bottom while asking you to go 
away with him for the weekend?"

Angel wondered if her face would ever be normal again. 
It seemed a permanent shade of hot pink at the moment. 
She was hot and flushed and this conversation was not 
going as it should.

Igwe turned away, and placed the book to one side. He 
paused for a moment then turned back to Angel. As he 
walked towards her he started unbuttoning his shirt and 
Angel's heart skipped a beat.

He was taking his clothes off! 

Eyes followed his fingers without conscious thought as 
he stripped off his shirt. Then his hands went to his 
belt and Angel looked away not wanting to see his cock 
exposed.

A cock he wanted her to suck!

"So Angel put aside this silly nonsense. I want you to 
pleasure me tonight."

Angel shivered at the words. For the last three Tuesday 
nights she had been made love to by Igwe. Though she 
wondered if she should really use the term fucked! He 
had been so overpowering and aggressive, and it had 
been so incredibly good.

She was used to the considerate, careful attention of 
her loving husband.

With Igwe she had experienced raw sex, and it had been 
shockingly exciting.

Tonight he was trying to use reason to persuade her to 
do something her whole ingrained being rejected. 

It was perverted to suck cock!

But some women like it. 

The thought nagged her. She tried to push it aside, but 
her thoughts turned to wonder why any woman could like 
to kneel at a man's feet and take his cock into her 
mouth.

Igwe's trousers dropped around his ankles and Angel 
fought her desire to look at and touch his cock.

Igwe stepped out of his trousers and stepped towards 
her. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her and 
Angel sighed with relief and accepted his kiss. She 
teased her lips against his, than as rising passion 
overcame her she kissed and kissed and squeezed him 
tight.

His cock was hot and throbbing and pressing close to 
her and she wanted it inside her. Surely he did to.

Igwe pulled free of her eager clutching passionate 
kiss. Surprised that so passionate a woman could be so 
innocent about sex.

"Is it true then?"

Angel looked at him quizzically.

"Is it true that these sweet lips have never taken your 
husband's cock between them."

Igwe played his thumb across her lips. Enjoying their 
soft wet curves. He pushed with his thumb and Angel 
accepted and sucked on it. Igwe grinned.

"Not anyone?"

Angel could not reply her lips were sucking on the 
thick black thumb in her mouth and watching how Igwe 
enjoyed her doing it. It felt comforting. She shook her 
head.

"Yet your sweet mouth so readily sucks on my thumb?"

Angel pulled her head free of his thumb!

"Come my little honey pot, do it for me. Pleasure me in 
return for the pleasure I have given you with my tongue 
between your legs."

"No, I won't...I can't...you don't understand."

"Oh I understand well enough. You are a racist like 
your father!"

"Noooo...I'm not...it' just not right."

She looked at Igwe, and was relieved he was not annoyed 
with her. The expression on his face was a mix of 
disbelief and wonder.

He stroked her face and she pushed her cheek into his 
warm hand before turning to kiss and lick the inner 
palm. 

It may not have been the wisest thing to do as the feel 
of her tongue on his palm served to remind Igwe where 
he really wanted to feel her tongue. He large black 
hands took her slim shoulders in his and 
pushed...downwards.

Angel sank to her knees unable to resist his masculine 
strength. Her husband would not have been capable of 
exercising such casual easy strength on her.

This his cock bobbed in front of her eyes and she 
closed her mouth and tried to look away.

"Look! Look woman! God made this!"

Angel looked.

"More like the devil!" she blurted.

"God made man in his image and set him in Eden here in 
Africa."

"This is God's work," Igwe waved his cock in front of 
her eyes.

Angel looked at eleven inches of erect black cock!

It was a marvel! It was too thick to go in her mouth!

It throbbed and jerked in front of eyes like a rearing 
snake, a spitting cobra ready to spit its juices into 
her mouth. She shuddered with distaste. Her throat 
choked and she tried desperately not to be sick at the 
thought of this cock pumping sperm into her mouth.

God made man in his image, Igwe had said, and the words 
stuck.

How could women enjoy doing something like this? 

"And after God made man he decided that man was not 
complete without woman. So he made woman. Made with 
knees so that she could kneel, with sweet lips and a 
mouth designed to receive cock. Soft, hot nimble 
tongues to please men with!"

Angel blinked at the twisted version of the Eden story.

"So look at God's creation woman and worship it."

"Nooooo...please Igwe...noooo."

It would be so easy to let go. She would surrender to 
force! A good beating would do her good! It would have 
been so much better to have her willingly suck his 
cock. What sort of man was her husband not to take his 
wife and teach her to please him with her mouth? He 
grinned, ah well, the sort of man who would have to 
live with the fact that another man taught his wife to 
suck.

He flexed his hands, spreading them wide, he closed 
them around her pretty white head. Angel whimpered as 
she found her head strongly held.

Igwe stepped forward and hot hard black flesh pressed 
against her tightly closed lips.

His masculine smell overpowered her sense of smell. The 
first time in her life hot cock pressed against her 
soft lips. She shuddered. The situation was out of 
control!

Was he right? So many women seemed to talk so casually 
about sucking cock! But it was cock that God had 
designed and made for Man! Her thoughts tumbled. The 
Church said it was wrong to be licked between her legs, 
but she loved that. Had done so since the very first 
electric tingle of a hot tongue thrusting up under her 
skirt and licking had sent her nervous system into a 
frenzy of excitement. 

Her pet dog had decided her virgin cunt was a tasty 
feast and her pet's eager tongue had been the first to 
bring her to an orgasm. She had suppressed that memory. 
She had only been thirteen years old when her pet's 
tongue had introduced her to sexual pleasure.

With her parents busy running their own businesses she 
had been bored and lonely. The servants happy to leave 
her to herself!

It had not been a problem to take the lively dog up to 
her room. There she had removed her knickers and sat on 
the bed looking at her pet. Then she had lain back and 
spread her legs.

The dog enjoyed its tasty treat, and innocent 13yo 
Angel found heaven on earth.

This went on for a year before she mentioned it in 
confession to the parish priest. His look of horror had 
been the start of a nightmare of penance, fire and 
brimstone! She had been spared the priest mentioning 
the detail to her parents. He merely mentioned to her 
parents that she was close to losing her soul to the 
devil!

Her mother's reaction had shocked Angel. She had never 
been left alone again. Her enforced sexual abstinence 
had lasted till her wedding night, when she had sat on 
her marriage bed and looked at her Mark, her new 
husband.

She had lain back, spread her legs, and told a bemused 
Mark what she wanted....

In the morning she had a fit of guilt, and that guilt 
had driven right through her marriage since.

***

Now she kneeled at the feet of this black man. Igwe 
Orizu rich, powerful, and with a magnificent wonderful 
cock!

If she sucked, perhaps it would be atonement for her 
own past sins!

She looked up at the intense frown on Igwe's face.

Perhaps, she did owe a duty to him to repay the 
pleasure he had given her.

She felt the pressure of his hands on her head. He was 
pushing and shoving at her closed mouth with his hot 
throbbing cock. She felt liquid, hot pungent, and salty 
on her lips.

She pulled away.

"Urghhh."

That complaint was her mistake, as Igwe's cock thrust 
through her parted protesting lips.

The hot throbbing length pushed into her mouth. She 
pulled away but Igwe held her head firm.

"Oh Yes, honey that's it!"

Cock was in her mouth! It was hot, pulsing and vibrant, 
and pushing deeper. An alarmed Angel found her mouth to 
full to protest. Her mouth felt stretched around its 
thickness. Her soft lips could not escape clasping the 
side of its thickness.

Igwe groaned at the feel of those soft lips around his 
cock, so soft and feathery. As Angel moved her head 
from side to side to try and escape his thrusting 
manhood she could not avoid her lips sliding along the 
length of cock in her mouth.

Igwe groaned again at the delight of the hot, soft, 
wetness enclosing his cock!

Angel heard his excited moans and despaired of getting 
free. The beast was enjoying it!

Igwe looked down at the struggling woman at his feet 
and grinned, her pretty white face pierced by his 
thick, black manhood. If only her husband could see her 
now with a black cock in her sweet mouth! 

If what she had said was true and she had never done 
this before, then her husband would have been even more 
chagrined that his wife was taking a black cock in her 
mouth!

Or would he? Angel would have been shocked if she knew 
the number of white men who had watched their wives 
fuck and suck with Igwe. Igwe understood human nature 
well. Sexual activity always created arousal, no matter 
what the circumstance.

In African culture it was commonplace to share sex 
partners. It was traditional for married brothers to 
offer their wives to unmarried brothers.

In traditional families in traditional one room huts 
sexual activity was normal and few had second thoughts 
about public exhibitions of love-making.

Parents had no alternative to making love in the same 
room as their children and sexual awareness and 
understanding was far greater in African culture than 
it seemed to be in western countries. 

He had been surprised ay the naivety and innocence of 
white teenage girls, but it was always fun to educate 
them. Even white wives were often sexual innocents and 
had never experienced shared love making with multiple 
partners.

That was one of the reasons he enjoyed white women, 
once trained they became absolute devotees of African 
sexuality. Usually not wanting to return to their 
western concepts of relationships. If a women enjoyed 
sex by being penetrated in one or another opening, then 
they enjoyed it more when more openings were used. It 
just took white women a bit of time to get used to the 
idea of being used by several men at once.

Igwe enjoyed the process of teaching them about sex, it 
was always a new and challenging experience, and when a 
woman resisted her education it only added to his fun.

Igwe was not surprised white men enjoyed seeing their 
wives fucked. It was a perfectly normal part of human 
sexuality. He had always enjoyed watching sex. He had 
fucked four of his brothers wives, and all their 
daughters. That was normal.

Share and share alike!

Not the sexual repression of the west.

He and Joshua had taken turns front and back with 
Joshua's stunning daughter Laysha, and when that had 
finished three of Joshua's wives had entertained them 
further by torturing Laysha with their tongues.

White men did not appreciate, or even understand the 
eager sexual drive of young women. To Igwe once a girl 
developed curves, she was a woman. White men had this 
off idea that women were not women until they were much 
older!

The idea that a girl became a woman at an artificial 
age, whether set at 14, 16, or 18 years old was so 
ludicrous as to Igwe to be unbelievable. Nature decided 
when a girl became a woman, and nature give her the 
ability to have babies at that time. 

He understood that in some American states the age of 
consent was 21, and wondered how such ridiculous limits 
could pass into legislation.

In Zimbabwe the age of consent was 12 years old. That 
was not set by the newly independent African 
government, but by the previous white colonial regime. 
At least they had accepted the reality of the need to 
marry off daughters quick before they got too randy and 
lost their virginity, and the family lost their dowry 
cattle!

He wondered at the hypocrisy of white colonial 
Governors agreeing far younger ages of consent in their 
African colonies than their Victorian governments would 
have allow back home.

Of course, it gave those white colonialists the licence 
to take young African women as lovers and concubines.

Now the roles were reversed. Africans ruled in Africa, 
but the law stayed the same, and unsuspecting white 
parents brought their lithe, nubile, teenage daughters 
to Africa, and the waiting Africans...the memories 
triggered his orgasm unexpectedly.

He grasped the back of Angel's head to hold her in 
place as the first spurt jetted across her tongue. Her 
muffled squeal he ignored as he pushed his cock deeper. 
His precious seed was going one place, and one place 
only, down her slender white throat.

He felt her pushing at his legs, her head trying to 
pull away, as further spasmodic jets shot into her 
mouth. He had no trouble holding her in place as his 
cock jerked, throbbed and then finally released its 
flood.

Angel had been struggling with the thickness of the 
black cock in her mouth. Her lips were clamped around 
it, not so much by choice, as much by the effort of 
trying to keep her lips off the hot cock.

Each thrust into her mouth saw her soft lips rolling 
past thick gnarled prominent veins pumped full of blood 
by Igwe's arousal. She felt those pumping veins throb 
and pulse as her lips passed over them.

Her scent glands were suffering overload from the raw 
masculine smell of his loins as each thrust of his cock 
brought her slim nose closer to his body and that 
swinging, sperm filled, black sack at the start of his 
cock.

She found herself savouring and enjoying that 
overpowering smell.

The end of his cock was choking her with each thrust of 
the large plum shaped head into her gullet. She 
struggled to control her gagging as it sought the 
entrance to her previously unused throat. Shock at it 
thrusting so deep alarmed her.

She naively thrust her tongue at the cock to try push 
it from her mouth, and her tongue rolled over the 
plump, smooth, head of his cock sending a new and 
unusual taste to assault her taste buds. 

As the cock pushed at her tongue, she felt the soft 
rolling skin of his foreskin as it rolled back from her 
tongue releasing even more pungent tastes. She pulled 
her tongue back from the top of his cock, as it thrust 
deeper. She found her tongue underneath his cock. A new 
even stronger, strange, salty taste coated her tongue, 
and she pulled her tongue back again, but it had 
nowhere to go as her mouth filled with black cock.

She whimpered her distress, confusion, and surprising 
arousal.

Her pussy was wet, and her nipples were hard. It felt 
strange and so different to be made to kneel at the 
feet of her dominant lover while he used her mouth to 
give him pleasure.

Each throb, jerk, and pulse of that hot cock 
demonstrated her lover's sexual excitement, and despite 
herself she found herself proud that she could excite 
him so.

Her tongue tentatively slid along the underside of his 
cock, and she shuddered and jerked, as something hot 
seemed to shoot deep into her mouth. Then she realised 
what must have happened. Hot and clingy it seemed to 
coat the back of her mouth and she gagged again as she 
instinctively swallowed.

She jerked her head strongly back, struggling to get 
free her mouth from the alarming realisation of what 
might come nest.

She called out her alarm, and protest, it came out 
muffled and weak around the thickness in her mouth. 
Igwe's strong black hands held the back of her head 
firmly. 

Her mewls and whimpers escalated as another jet of hot, 
thick pungent liquid shot into her mouth. Because she 
had been pulling away from his cock it landed squarely 
on her super-sensitive tongue. Her eyes widened in 
alarm as the taste of sperm flooded her mouth.

Her mind rebelled at the idea of a man's baby making 
juice resting casually on her tongue. This seed was 
precious, the source of life. It must be wrong to do 
this!

Another pulse of sperm shot onto her tongue. Angel 
prayed that it was over, but Igwe held her firm and 
then to her complete shock and surprise Igwe's cock 
erupted and his sperm seemed to flow into her mouth 
from his cock as though a hose had been turned on!

Her mouth quickly filled with hot, clingy, salty 
pungent sperm. Every movement of her tongue enhanced 
the sensory overload on her taste buds. As she tried to 
pull free, Igwe's strong hands won the tussle and 
pulled her head forward and more of his pulsing jetting 
cock slid into her mouth.

She quickly started swallowing.

The taste and feel of it going down her throat reminded 
her of her one experience with oysters.

Sperm continued to flow from his cock and Angel 
swallowed repeatedly. Thinking had stopped as she 
struggled to cope with the extra-ordinary flow. This 
she realised was the result of her lover's sexual 
excitement and satisfaction in her mouth.

A glow seemed to enthuse her, almost against her will. 
She had excited him sexually, even when she had wanted 
nothing to do with this perverted act. 

Emotional confusion competed with a deeper physical 
satisfaction. Her heart pounded, and her pretty face 
flushed pink.

As the flow ceased, her tongue cleaned her mouth of the 
odd taste. She looked up at Igwe. He was grinning down 
at she and she smiled back, delighted to his happy 
grin.

"Come honey, let's go to bed."

Angel's heart leaped, she flushed pinker still, and 
grinned a silly grin. Her pussy was wet and ready to be 
filled. She rose to her feet and took Igwe's 
outstretched hand and allowed him to lead her to his 
bedroom.

On that luxury four-poster bed Angel sprawled. She saw 
herself in the mirror above the bed, grinned and 
stretched. Instinctively she shifted her body allowing 
her full breasts prominence. She noticed her waist was 
still narrow for a woman who had three children, and 
her shapely tanned legs stretched and parted as Igwe 
climbed naked on to the bed.

Igwe had other things in minds. Angel was not going to 
be let off so easily. He swung above and around her, 
aligning his head with the golden tanned vee between 
her legs, while bringing his cock up and back in 
alignment with her face and that tempting peach of a 
mouth.

Angel's protest died away as he quickly and easily 
manhandled her firmly into position. His head dipped 
and his tongue passed over her wet leaking vulva, and 
her resistance evaporated as she welcomed his head 
between her legs and the exciting feel of a tongue 
between her legs.

"Rest you head on my thigh," Igwe demanded. He rested 
his own head on Angel's soft satin inner thigh. Angel 
copied his move, and they lay side-by-side, head to 
toe, or tongue to pussy and mouth to cock.

He's going to want me to suck him again she realised. 
It didn't seem quite so frightening now.

His tongue pushed into her wet vulva, and it blossomed 
open like a flower revealing its secrets to his 
questing tongue. Angel shivered in delight at the 
exquisite feel of his tongue licking and lapping her 
soft wet interior.

He paused and raised his head.

"Well?" he asked.

Angel stared at the hot, hard length of black cock so 
close to her mouth. She knew what he wanted.

"Lick me, please!"

"Only when I feel your lips and mouth on my cock!"

Angel swallowed hard, then she moved her head closer, 
and opened her mouth and voluntarily took his cock 
inside her mouth.

Igwe grinned.

"Come on Honey, let me feel that lovely tongue!" His 
own tongue held back from giving Angel pleasure while 
he waited.

Nervous of the reaction Angel's tongue licked along the 
underside of Igwe's cock and his groan both alarmed and 
excited her. Then Igwe's exciting tongue was between 
her own legs and Angel stopped thinking and wallowed in 
her own depravity as Igwe lapped hungrily his dark head 
clamped between urgent soft white thighs.

His own leg came over and he clamped Angel's pretty 
white face between his heavy muscular black thighs. 
Angel found the close proximity of his hairy black 
thighs clamped on her face both overpowering and 
exciting.

Then for the first time in her life she started to 
seriously explore and taste cock.



Angel was silent on the journey home. Mark Scott eyed 
his lovely wife on the journey home wondering what was 
on her mind. He had picked her up on time and found her 
waiting for him, but she was keeping to herself.

She seemed in a fey mood. Her eyes were bright, and her 
face flushed, and with a sinking feeling he wondered if 
something was going on. He remembered they had made 
love to Angel last week and found her wet and very 
slick inside. He had idly speculated that someone else 
had already fucked her, and he was experiencing what 
was known as 'sloppy seconds'! He had dismissed the 
thought as ludicrous, but the idea had kept coming back 
to him.

He wondered if tonight, if she was willing to let them 
make love, he would find the same slick, wet, slippery 
tunnel between her lovely legs. If he did he did not 
know whether he would laugh, or cry.

"You OK Angel?"

She nodded absently.

"You seem distracted?"

"Let's talk when we get home OK?"

Mark's heart sank wondering what his wife wanted to 
talk about. He dreaded to hear what he suspected, and 
was not sure how he would react.

Mark's thoughts were far from on Angel's mind. Her 
tongue rolled around the inside of her mouth and she 
could still taste the sperm that shot into her mouth 
and on to her tongue.

She had sucked a man off!

The thought rolled around her head.

She had sucked a man off. Not once but three times!

When they had finished their 69, Angel had pushed Igwe 
on to his back and looked at that long thick length of 
black cock in amazement and surprise. It had seemed 
that she had discovered cock all over again. She had 
looked at Igwe, looked into his eyes and seen his lazy 
pleasure.

He had smiled at her, and the smile had been like a sun 
shining on her heart and she had felt so exultant. She 
smiled back at him. Then with no prompting, she had 
leaned over and licked and lapped at his cock and balls 
till all eleven inches of thick black cock stood proud 
and hard.

Then she had opened her mouth and sucked him off!

He hadn't needed hands to hold her head in place when 
had came.

She knew now why women sucked cock.

She still felt like a depraved slut, instead of a 
happily married woman. She glanced at Mark, then 
quickly looked away as he caught her eye.

***

At home she checked on Robert. Her son happily slept 
the sleep of any rumbustious child. She checked in the 
kitchen, then took her surprised husband's hand and led 
him to their bedroom.

Turning she looked at Mark.

He looked back, and saw her eyes were dilated. She was 
trembling, flushed and staring back at him.

"You wanted to talk about something?"

"I want to be fucked...."

Mark reeled in shocked surprise. Those had been the 
last words he had expected to here from his reserved, 
churchgoing wife.

"I want to be fucked now!"

The session with Igwe had left her horny, wet and 
excited. For all the sucking he had not fucked and she 
had never felt so in need of a good fuck. She flushed 
at thoughts that seemed so unnatural to her.

Mark gathered his wife in his arms and she dragged him 
back onto the bed. Decorum abandoned she stroked his 
cock through his trousers. She had always thought it 
was too big before she met Igwe, now she wondered if it 
would do?

A surprised but eager Mark shucked her skirt up around 
her waist, and fumbled with her panties, before pulling 
them off just as Angel's warm hand circled and fondled 
his now exposed cock.

He pushed her down and Angel spread her legs and pulled 
him towards her.

"Fuck me, Oh God, fuck me!"

He needed no encouragement.

It came as a relief when he found his wife, wet but 
tight.

He thrust between her legs and felt the usual resisting 
inner muscles. His eagerness empowered his thrusts and 
he pushed in to find her sheath wet but not slippery. 
The same hot tight pussy he had learned to love. He 
sighed in relief and dismissed last week's experience 
as a one off strangeness.

Angel held him close and he circled his hips as he 
tried not to get too excited too quickly.

Afterwards Angel lay beside Mark their arms were close 
about each other. Angel felt strange. She had never 
felt this way before. She could feel a deep abiding 
hunger. Her loins were in uproar. Her stomach roiled 
with butterflies.

She had never felt such a deep hunger, such a sexual 
hunger.

She wanted Igwe Orizu. She wanted his big black cock. 
She wanted to please him. She wanted to spread her 
golden thighs and for him to climb between them with 
his hard throbbing pulsing cock.

She hugged her husband, and a tear sprang from her 
eyes.

She was confused...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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