Opening the Marriage by Epic Sex Stories

he had constipation, he grabbed
their mother's head and exploded into her eager mouth so hard some
jism shot out of her nose. Unfortunately, his dick slipped out
halfway through and splashed cum all over her face. Some must have
seeped into her eye because she started screaming in pain while
squinting.
    On the alter, Mom screamed her orgasm to the
heavens as a statue of Jesus looked benignly on. "Can we now drag
our naked mom from this church orgy so the police outside can lock
her up? What would Jesus do?"
    "The doctors and nurses were the first to get
infected, so all the hospitals are wild orgies now. It's like this
church orgy, but with primo drugs."
     
    ABRAHAM LINCOLN: VIRGIN HUNTER
    SUMMARY: Before he became America’s greatest
president, 22 year old Abraham Lincoln was a hot stud who fell in
love with a beautiful virgin named Ann Rutledge. The years they
spent together were the happiest of his life, and he remembered her
frequently forty years later as president.
    EXCERPTS: “You can’t be first, but you can be
next,” she heard herself telling Mr. Lincoln. As he suspected, she
was a screamer.
    Her hands explored his body with the urgency
of an Indian attack. When the huge cock fell out, it smacked her
face with such a thud that she screamed in delight. “I didn’t know
God made them this big. Was your father an elephant?” “No. But
sometimes he was a horse’s ass.”
    Every time her lips pulled back on the rim of
his penis head, his toes curled. Every time her nose dove into his
pubes, he forgot to breathe. Every time her suction power
threatened to peel off his foreskin, he thanked God
    A spasm warped his body. Something squeezed
his head like too small a hat. He sucked his chest down into his
stomach. His eyes bulged, then he couldn’t see for the tears. His
hair stood up and his arms flapped like spaghetti. Then he blew a
wad of cum in her mouth with enough force to knock a cowboy off his
horse.
    His hips bucked like a bronco, followed by so
many musket shots that he should have named his penis the
Winchester. She continued to plow his field, eager to unearth every
last seed. And she still didn’t use her hand! The only other woman
who ever licked his stamp barely got the head in her mouth while
jerking him fast with both hands -- yes, damn it, he was that
big!
    Splashes of white cum spotted her face, so
her tongue left the barn to corral them. He looked at her like a
lizard who spent too much time in the sun. He knew his tongue
couldn’t do the aerobatics that hers performed so easily, as she
licked up one spot of jism after another on her face. Finally, she
resorted to fingers to brush it off. When she sucked his juice off
her fingers, he fainted as manly as he could. “I’ve finally found
the perfect sauce for my chicken,” she declared.
    She studied him, tall, hard, and naked. They
say the bigger the feet, the larger the penis, but if anything, his
feet looked small compared to the ax he swung between his legs.
    He slid between her legs and she grabbed his
staff like Moses and parted the Pink Sea. Every inch seemed to
animate her. He couldn’t seem to get the right angle due to his
height, so he pinned her legs against her body and thrust the rest
of it in. She howled in joy.
    As she began to wail again, clearly building
up to another scream, he distracted himself with math: 2, 4, 8, 16,
oh please don’t let me cum before her, 32, 64, 128, oh but it feels
so good, 256, 512, lordy I’m getting there fast.
    What is this man made of? He is harder than
his ax. If all men were like this, they could cure the world of
bitchiness.
    The orgasm ambushed her. Like falling in a
cold lake, she plunged deep, feeling every tingle and shiver. Her
muscles lost all tension and her limbs flailed like a chicken with
its head cut off. She heard screaming, but didn’t recognize the
voice as her own.
    She looked at him like a god. If he could
sell this, he would make millions. Oh, she detested slavery, yet at
the