Equally Yoked as One (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

Song of Solomon 6:4:

“O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem,

Awesome as an army with banners!”

(Meaning of the name Tirzah: willing, delight, pleasantness, generosity, beauty)

Our season of eros has been an up-and-down battle.  Rediscovering one another sexually has brought us to this very day.  Married 13 years, our love life has been above average, and our ministry together has grown into a continuous venture of watching disciples grow.  We believe for more fruit from the Father to grow on the vine.  We have been led to make our erotica a devotion, prayer intercession, and receiving from the Father in the name of Jesus Christ.  Today would be a celebration of beauty and Tirzah.

Yesterday’s session was absolutely hot, as we lay side by side with our fronts touching and curled toward each other in glorious nudity.  My wife’s tits have come down a size to a delicious offering – ringing our libido off the charts in foreplay.  Each breast is perfectly round and assaulting-ly pleasurable.  Chest to chest we were knocking enthusiastically on the door of eroticism.  This caused my entire length to fall into the rhythm of her tiny soft hands slowly stroking the joy of my cock, as if seeking to retrieve all the cum contained in my nut sack.  All the while I could not ignore every handful of creamy white breasts and the petting of her clean moist pussy.  My sex drive had me already leaking precum.  Helpless, I felt forced to suck each nipple one at a time until they each rose higher, looking like two antennae seeking the signal for an oncoming pleasure train of passengers.

As we spoke to the wetness and hardness present with us, our tongues collided into a battle of deepest longing as we kissed.  I remembered days before when she said in the heat of our kiss, “I have pre-cum in the back of my throat,” and I could taste it in her mouth and on her lips.  Because she had sucked my hardened shaft after I had been inserted into her Lily folds, I was left with a glistening coating of pussy juice on my penis.  I came to appreciate the flavors of “milk mixed with wine”, as the Scripture would say.  Our erotic episode was brief prior to going out to dinner, but the eros was a worthy investment.

Today’s session of absolute pleasure was heightened even further.  As I lay naked on the bed after my shower, I closed my eyes to rest while my beauty Jewel showered herself as well.  Our plan was to finish the job we started yesterday.  Pursuing the fantasy of me leaving my body vulnerable, I hid under a large decorative pillow placed on my chest and my head rested on a soft fluffy sleeping pillow.  The head of my cleanly-shaven engorged cock lay across my groin and right leg.  As it turns out, since I did not speak of my fantasy this day, my beautifully clean wife knew instinctively that this foreknown fantasy of mine was worthy to be acted upon.

Entering the room, she softly called out, “Are you sleeping?”

I wanted to remain vulnerable and pretend I could not hear her, but I love the connection we share and find it very difficult to pretend unless we have already spoken of this type of scenario.  I placed the decorative pillow on the bedroom floor and cracked my eyes slightly to see her towering glory in the light of the bedside lamp.  Light cascading upon her torso as she stood posed for me to admire her secret wares.  Tits perfectly scoping for attention as she squeezed them from the side as an offering.  Her stomach ready to accommodate the fullness of all the love I could give.  Her face naturally expressing the joy of being with the one she loves and anticipating the pleasure I would receive.

We said a few more things which I do not retain because of the fact that she walked to the bottom of the bed, but I did speak admiration for the jewels of her inner thighs, gloriously creating a gap surrounding her well-groomed mons pubis and her tasty and smooth, bare outer lips.

Leaning over, she straightened my right leg so she could have unhindered access to crawl up between my legs.  I moaned and with relaxed effort allowed her to take me into her mouth.  She slowly consumed my manhood.  Her nipples pointed toward the bed and I wanted to cup and suck them.  Soon my very rigid erection was halfway engulfed in her mouth as her tongue swirled around my frenulum.  My delight was already peaking in my heart of hearts, because of my ongoing hope and prayers that I would be able to learn to release my semen into her for feeding and drinking at my fountain.  During her glorious oral disciplined performance, she stopped at one point to place my cock between her tits as we fucked cock to chest.  After this brief interlude, she returned to my needy shaft to suck for the second half of this all-consuming blowjob.  My moaning went to a new level as I retained the vigor of my hardened missile.

Getting lost in penile ecstasy, I occasionally offered a helping hand to complement her tongue and lips.  Again, and again, I would return to help before throwing myself back into the helpless station of letting go of all control.  Finally, I could bear the edge of peaking no longer and moaned like an elk in heat as I stroked my cock more vigorously toward the fullness of ejaculation.  With her mouth open and tongue extended, she waited eagerly to catch all that would leap from my liquid pearl reserve.  My voice elevated louder and deeper with more intensity, “I’m cumming . . . I’m cumming!”

Immediately she sank my cock deep into her mouth, desperate to consume everything I could launch out.  Up and down her head stroked me as I released every bit of liquid glory into her expectant desire.  After I ejaculated, I desperately told her to keep sucking because for me, coming down is just as pleasurable as reaching my orgasmic climax.  Even then my moans were ones of wanting.  I heard her grunt something a few times, but I was lost in pleasure.  I realized she was asking with mouth full of cock and cum if I had finished all the way.  “Yes!” I exclaimed so she could remove herself from my pleasure rod.

She sat on the edge of the bed swallowing my full essence, then said, “I’m getting Vinnie.”  Walking to our dresser drawer, she pulled out her purple vibrating dildo.  We had a large reusable bed-wetting absorbent pad spread on the bed for anticipating such water-works endeavors of pleasure.  She lay on her back and spread her legs in a receptive mode as if her legs were in stirrups for an exam.  Knees bent and feet flat on the mattress, my lovely friend and bride went to work on her already wet pussy.  I loved the canyon formed from the V of her knees to pussy and the V of her vagina that is always desirable to lick and suck.  I loved the arousal of her blooming flower, transforming from a lily to a fully blossomed rose when I would fuck her.  Today, Vinnie (the vibrator) was to do all the fucking; I would only help him out.  As my beautiful bride pleasured herself as a reward for a blowjob well done, I kissed, licked, and touched her with desire from feet all the way to nipples and back and again.

I found my male member becoming aroused as she kept working toward orgasm.  She loved my sex talk and said, “Yes, keep it up.”

I revved up my monologue.  “My dick is getting hard,” I said as I stroked and rubbed it upon her leg.  “I love plunging my hard cock deep inside and cumming deep in your pussy.”  My dialogue was lengthy as I developed another growing hard-on.  “I’m gonna make you swallow all the cum I release.”  Because of my stamina, I felt like a teenager and not a 57-year-old man.

“Cum on my tits,” she said as I got closer to another climax.  My penis had been sucked dry, but more pre-cum began to moisten my urinary meatus as it swelled fatter.  I touched my tip to her nipple and swirled it around to make her hardened nipple wet.  As I described my rod plunging into her pleasure hole, she moaned with delight with each move I made.  I then remembered the tasty kiss of her mouth from yesterday; I bent over to suck the wet cum off her nipple which turned her on immensely.  I was really enjoying the flavor—what a turn-on!  Again, wetness grew at the end of my cock, and I rubbed it on her nipple only to return with my mouth and suck it off thoroughly, two or three more times.

“Oh yeah! Suck it and clean it off,” she said.  We were both satisfactorily turned on by this action.  I began worshiping in our private sanctuary of love.  As I stroked, I was getting closer to climax, and I enthusiastically rejoiced over our heightening sexual response with worship, adoration, and holy offerings of thanksgiving and praise to the Lord of glory, creator of heaven and earth.  As I did, we became even more heightened in arousal.  What a unifying soul exercise!  I proclaimed, “Yes, the two shall become one!”

To this my wife moaned and moaned until finally the fountain of youth began streaming from her hidden cave of delight as she orgasmed a waterfall of hot liquid cum.  Usually, she squirts abundantly in great pleasure, but more importantly, today is the most victorious merging of our souls.  Our private sanctuary of worship continues to bring revelation of Christ in the church.

More to come!