The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  “Baby, wet my salt fish with your special sauce,” she moaned in his ears.

  In mid-stroke, George let loose a gush of hot sauce that sprayed and filled every crevice of his wife’s sweet pussy hole. The blast of hot lava sauce rocked Athenia backwards and triggered her own orgasm that met his cum blast with its own flow of warm honey passion. She bit into her husband’s shoulder as he continued to pound away at her tender pussy hole. His fingers sunk deeper into her ass and he somehow managed to slip his middle finger inside the tightness of her ass. “Ohhhhh God boy,” she screamed as she came again and the cream from her dessert slid down his bud to form a pool at his feet. George came again and with one last deep thrust, he emptied himself into his wife’s sweet kokot. Exhausted from the effort and sweat glistening from both their bodies; Athenia released her grip from around his back and neck and George eased her down back on the floor.

  His manhood hung heavily between his legs still dripping from his wife’s hot cum. “All this sex make me thirsty,” Athenia said devilishly while looking at his glistening dick. His body couldn’t take anymore but what man can say no to getting his dick sucked especially by the lips of his beautiful wife. She dropped to her knees and took his slippery dick between the confines of her full lips and sucked him until his erection rose from the dead again. He would be late going back to work that day, but that’s the benefit of being the boss of your own construction company. Whatever she had planned for dinner would be hard to top this delicious home cooked meal that he was still enjoying late into the afternoon.

  2/15/09…8:02pm

  Dinner is Served

  Everything looks wonderful on the table

  Dinner this evening will be extra special

  When the light from the candles dance across your face

  You look so beautiful and innocent no one would guess

  How passionate and ravenous you get when you are hungry

  Just a glass of wine is all it takes to get you wet and ready

  Your eyes illuminate the passion you are feeling

  Staring into them, you hold me deep in your gaze

  My blood is burning hot and bursting sporadically into flames

  I cannot wait until dinner is served

  I am hungry right now and need to eat

  Your lips this evening will be the tantalizing appetizer

  Your nipples will be the first course served for dinner

  Followed by a delicious helping of your beautiful breasts

  The tasty treat of your nectar will be the cherry dessert

  Served deliciously on the tray of my lips

  By your special request we will eat dinner naked

  You look even more delicious than the food we will be eating

  A bottle of Merlot to start the evening

  A drop spills from your lips and I lean over to kiss you softly

  My arousal stands firm and unafraid close to your beautiful face

  My eyes are closed and I wait for what surely will come

  One more sip and you take me deeply between your moist lips

  Massaging me with your tongue until I am fully grown

  In one gulp you swallow your wine and drink my fire

  It is a delicious blend of sweet and flavored

  There is plenty more if you would like another serving

  But first let me replenish what you have so greedily swallowed

  Dinner is on the table and waiting to be eaten

  After dinner you can indulge in quenching your thirst again.

  5/11/08…2:51am

  I Still Love My Husband…But

  How did Lucille end up with a stranger’s dick buried deep inside her sweetest treasure and feeling for the first time in her life that a real man was fucking her? Why was she screaming a man’s name other than that of her husband, Howard, and enjoying it so much? Howard always said her pussy was her sweetest treasure whenever they were having sex, and he had once again released his sticky load just in time before his show “24” came back from a commercial break. He seemed to love Jack Bauer more than he loved making love to her.

  He was the sweetest man, a good provider, an even better father to their two kids, but as a lover, he had always been clueless when it came to pleasuring her body after twenty years of marriage. Lucille had become adept at faking her orgasms through the years and giving the appearance that all the “excitement” had drained her completely after three minutes of glorious sex. She could teach a class on the art of faking an orgasm. It had become almost comical at how easily she could fool Howard. If he ever found out she had been faking, then the damage would be irreparable to their marriage. A man’s weakness and strength is his ego. If you play to a man’s ego, he usually will do your bidding. If you make him feel less than a man, then he will pout worse than any woman.

  Like most men after sex, Howard would fall asleep almost immediately, leaving Lucille’s body still hungry to be touched and to be fed with his manhood. He would be fast asleep for the rest of the evening, and she would be undisturbed by any further advances or pleadings for sex. Her appetite was insatiable and most nights she would have to masturbate in silence at least five times before the unfulfilled ache inside of her body would dissipate. She screamed her cries of lustful release into her pillow, or suffocated it between clenched teeth because she didn’t want Howard to see her pleasuring her body in a way that he was never be able to pleasure her.

  On the nights when the five-fingered plan was ineffective, Lucille would call in re-enforcements. Silent Pleaser was the name she had given to her dildo. He was buried in her feminine drawer, a place where she knew Howard would never go. He was deathly afraid of her “womanly things” as he called them. Lately though, not even the Silent Pleaser was able to fulfill all of Lucille’s expectations.

  She missed being touched, romanced, and made to feel special by her husband. Howard only cared about work, sports, and the kids. He was still attentive, but minus the romance and affection. She was only forty years old and all the magazines said that she was in her sexual prime, and her body on a nightly basis told her that they were correct.

  So what should a woman do with a raging libido that just isn’t being satisfied?

  Should she continue to play the dutiful wife and mother and forget about her sexual needs? Should she talk to her husband about her frustrations and his inadequacies as a lover? Men are like petulant little children when their prowess as lovers comes into question, as if there’s some unwritten rule that wives should suffer in silence through years of crappy sex.

  Howard was a good man but overly sensitive about the things that dealt with him personally. He only did things when the calendar said it was time: Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day and her birthday. It felt to Lucille that it was more like an obligation rather than something that came from his heart.

  It still played in her mind the last time she tried to bring up the subject about their lack of intimacy, and it hurt every time she thought about it. It was the day of her birthday, a week ago on January 8th. She had spent all day fixing a beautiful dinner for two consisting of oxtails, rice and beans, steamed vegetables, mashed potatoes, and baked macaroni. Desert would be slices of ripe mango, strawberries, and grapes and to quench their thirst, a pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade. Dinner was delicious and Lucille looked equally delicious in her form fitting strapless black dress.

  Howard complimented the dinner and he could barely keep his hands to himself as he imagined separating Lucille from her dress. Her body was literally on fire everyday now. She needed her husband to fuck her and to lick her clean as if his tongue was a towel. Instead, as she filled her mouth with his erection while on her knees, he unexpectedly came in spurts all over her face and breasts. He apologized profusely but made no attempt to please her orally. In twenty years of marriage, Lucille could count on one hand how many times Howard had eaten her pussy. She lay there in shock as he slept like a baby. It was at that moment that she decided she had enough of
this treatment from her husband. She was at her sexual peak and she needed to be made love to and fucked. If Howard couldn’t do it, then she would find someone to do it for her. It was by accident, or fate, that a phone call the next day changed her life.

  They had been looking for a painter to paint the basement, so Lucille’s sister recommended an ex-lover of hers for the job. Lucille had never met Dante before but had seen a few pictures of him, and heard legendary tales from Marlene about his dick game.

  “This is one brother who knows how to use every inch of his tongue and dick to please a woman. It’s too bad one woman isn’t enough for him. Brothers like Dante can have any woman they want, and they definitely try to get into every draws that will allow them entry.”

  A glazed look of reminisce would come over Marlene’s face every time she spoke of Dante. She was still in love with him, but he needed more than one pussy to keep him happy. Marlene would go into the intimate details of their lovemaking and Lucille’s lack of sexual satisfaction at home made her envious of what Marlene and Dante shared. Her clit would throb uncontrollably and moisture would escape her, soaking her panties during Marlene’s tales.

  No man could fuck like that.

  Only in the movies do these things ever happen. Now, here he stood in her front door; tall, dark, and hung like a horse. Gazing at him, Lucille felt her skin tingling under her bathrobe. She never wore panties and bras when at home. Howard was always mortified when anyone dropped by and the sheerness of her silky white bathrobe was almost as if she was naked and asking to be fucked.

  “I hope I didn’t wake you, but you did say the earlier the better.”

  “It’s okay. I just need a cup of coffee and I will be nice and perky,” Lucille smiled at him as she let him into the house and pointed him towards the basement.

  She inspected him like a piece of meat as he walked by her and subtly inhaled the scent of his cologne, Obsession. Her knees buckled for a second. Any man wearing Obsession made her weak, and the stories that Marlene bragged about created an instant wetness between her thighs. If Dante could read her mind right now, he would turn around, drop his paint, and stroke her with his thick brush right there at her front door. He was built, not in the bodybuilder kind of way—where you knew these guys were on steroids and had two inch dicks that were so small that even when they got hard it was hard to see it. Today would be one of the hottest days of the summer in Tampa, and Dante had dressed accordingly. He wore baggy red basketball shorts and a white tank top. His head was bald; face freshly shaven, and a smile that sent shivers throughout Lucille’s pussy. It was like having Michael Jordan in her living room, and if she were lucky, her ass would be bouncing all over his black dick before the day was over. That thought made Lucille giggle out loud; but Dante was halfway down the steps, so he didn’t hear the lust in her laughter.

  “Do you need anything?”

  “I’m good.”

  Yes you are so good, and I want to feel that dick I’ve heard so much about.

  For a split second, Lucille wasn’t sure if she had said that thought out loud or just another one of her erotic thoughts. A wave of embarrassment came over her because she was craving her sister’s ex-lover, but her body was so famished that she didn’t even care anymore.

  Why can’t you feel what I need and fuck me just like Marlene? Please fuck me Dante!

  She stood there for a few more seconds contemplating whether or not to just drop to her knees and pull down his shorts to suck him off. Lucille felt herself teetering on the edge of just losing her senses to the heat that was stirring between her throbbing lips, begging to be fed. She turned around and headed back upstairs to the kitchen.

  The smell of coffee filled the house and intoxicated Lucille even more. Everything turned her on. She needed to be fucked in the worst way. Her hands wandered aimlessly over her full nipples and squeezed her breasts with practiced ease. A soft moan escaped her lips as she lifted both nipples to her lips and sucked them ravenously. The warmth of her breasts cascaded through her fingertips and heated her entire body. Overcome by what she was feeling, she took off her nightgown and it fell in a heap around her feet. She stood buck-naked in her kitchen not caring if someone walked in to see her in a state of arousal. The weight of unreleased passion ached in her breasts but just touching them wasn’t enough anymore. She squeezed her nipples so hard that pains of pleasure shot through her body with rapid certainty that more pleasure would soon follow.

  Lost in the feelings of pleasuring her body, Lucille didn’t hear or feel Dante walking up behind her, and he stood there quietly observing and wondered what to do next. He had no moral issues concerning fucking his ex-girlfriend’s sister, but the last thing he wanted was for her husband to walk in and find the painter’s black brush buried deep inside his wife’s thirsty pussy. By the looks of how turned on she was, it didn’t look like her husband was handling his business in the bedroom. Dante fashioned himself as a humanitarian so he decided to give to the needy and to fuck Lucille in her kitchen. By the looks of how turned on she was (she had peeled a banana and was stuffing it into her juices), a good deep soul stirring dick down was needed to calm her ass down. Dante was just the man for the job. The Maintenance Man had clocked in for work.

  Lucille bent over and parted her swollen lips. Slowly she inserted the full ripe banana into her tender sweetness and she shuddered with pleasure as it completely disappeared inside of her. Droplets of her heated nectar juices fell to the floor when she removed the banana from deep inside of her. Still bent over, she brought it to her lips and it reminded her of a banana split dripping with caramel. The taste of her juices against her full lips made her open her mouth wider to curl her tongue around its width and ease it slowly down her thirsty throat. The fullness of it made her gag momentarily, but she loved the feeling of being filled to capacity. It reappeared from between her lips licked clean of the honey produced between her thighs. Still aching and feeling that tingling sensation in the depths of her pussy, Lucille slid the banana between her wet lips, which were already open for entry.

  The entire scene before his unbelieving eyes gave Dante an erection that had no place to go but deep inside of Lucille’s banana filled pussy. Without a second thought, he took off his clothes and walked towards her with an erection that swung heavily from left to right, and confident in the fact that she wouldn’t reject his advances. Lucille opened her eyes as if sensing Dante’s lustful heat and saw the shadow of a massive, erect dick approaching her without breaking stride. She closed her eyes, relaxed her pussy muscles with the banana still buried inside of her hungry pussy and braced for his entry.

  Dante’s first thrust into Lucille’s tightness met with resistance not by Lucille, but by the banana still buried inside of her wetness. She groaned with pleasurable agony as it went deeper into her sweet hole, and Dante pulled it out, laid it on top of his erection and simultaneously they both penetrated Lucille moistness. Her knees buckled. A shiver raced from her pussy up to her spine and she pushed back hard against her multiple penetrators. There was no way after being sexless for such a long time that she would let a little pain get in the way of double penetration.

  “Damn baby this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” Dante moaned as Lucille’s pussy strangled his erection and pulled it deeper into the center of her heat. Her muscles contracted and massaged his throbbing erection, and it was sheer determination by Dante not to bust and release his load inside of her. He tried imagining ugly women, fat women and two men doing it so he could be turned off, but Lucille wasn’t to be denied.

  She needed to know that she was still a sexy woman and that men found her attractive. She wasn’t looking for love or someone who liked her. The only thing she was looking for was to be told that she was still a hot piece of ass. She knew it was shallow of her to feel this way but a woman’s sexual identity, the need to feel desired by a man, does matter. When you have it, it’s not something you think about. When it’s absent from your life, it c
an begin to dominate every facet of who you are as a person. If she couldn’t make a horny dog like Dante bust like a geyser then she might as well stitch her pussy up and send it out to pasture.

  With every thrust of his dick going deeper and deeper into her hole, it felt as if Dante was building an inner pussy inside of her pussy. In their twenty years of marriage, Howard had never even come close to fucking her like this. How could she go back to appetizer sex with Howard after having her inner slut fucked like this by Dante? It would be a problem for another time, but for now, she wanted to feel his massive dick release every drop of cum inside of her. She braced herself against the kitchen sink, each hand grabbing on to the hot and cold water knobs, and thrust her ass into his six-pack stomach. The force of her pushing back on his dick rocked Dante backwards, but he held on and went right back to work, digging a hole in her back. He was mesmerized by the way Lucille’s ass would ripple forward every time he stroked her. It was like watching water rippling across the ocean. And that’s when it happened.

  Lucille squeezed her pussy muscles so tight that it felt like a strangle hold around Dante’s dick. He foolishly feared that his rapid in and out stroking motion would cause his dick to be pulled from his body because of the tight grip she had on him. So he stayed still and allowed his throbbing dick to be slowly milked by her. They were both unaware that the banana had dislodged itself from Lucille’s pussy and lay at her feet covered in her warm juices. Inside of her, Dante’s erection pulsated like a volcano about to blow and his suppressed whimpering turned her on even more. She had the pussy power all along. It took a stranger to give her back her confidence. With one final squeeze, Dante shot his full load into Lucille’s sweet spot and he felt her hold on his dick loosen but not before she reached back to grab his dick and inserted it back inside of her wetness. Her ass bucked backwards as if urging him on to make her come.