A Father

by Scono Sciuto

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This tale is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s extremely vivid, and at time disturbing, imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

 The Embrace the Wild Fantasies

Embrace The Wild

Angelic Adultery

Addiction Salvation

For God

Creation’s Mother

Submissive Is Dominant

Faithfully Unfaithful

Also, by Scono Sciuto She Is The New Savior

Keep an eye on Scono’s Amazon Author Page for new releases

A Father

Please be aware prior to purchasing, this story is just over 500 words in length.

My typical writings are in the genre of erotica, supernatural, spiritual and strong female characters. I rarely write from a man’s point of view. This story was inspired by a dream, it is my first attempt at Flash Fiction.

Embrace Your Wild – Let Cheating Be Your Freedom

You were caught cheating.

You started a blog, the purpose of which is self-flagellation .

Wow, you are really rough on yourself.

For what?

Parking your pecker in a strange place?

This is the problem with the puritanical construct of monogamy. Monogamy is not natural.

We aren’t meant to deprive ourselves of pleasure because a bunch of religious cultist founded a country.

You cheated, you made a perceived mistake, which by the way you didn’t, BIG FUCKING DEAL!

No matter what your motivation, no matter what drove you to the act, you did it, you fucked another human being – it is over, move on. You didn’t take a life. You didn’t commit genocide, you followed a natural desire for pleasure. An innate desire that a bunch of hypocritical moralist tell you, you should deny yourself.

You are going to see a brain butcher. For what? There is no profit for the head-shrinker if you get better. Your continued guilt is a steady source of income for someone who is either masturbating to your affairs, or having one him or herself.

Stop going to counseling, it is both a waste of your time and your money.

If forgiveness is what you seek, then forgive yourself. Although, forgiveness for fulfilling your desires is just plain stupid. If only you understood, there are so many people being unfaithful. They realize that faithfulness is nothing more than a silly construct of a society intent on controlling the masses.

Why you told your spouse, if you did, is beyond me. Telling her only hurt her. The perception that it would alleviate your guilt is incorrect. If anything, there is now even more guilt. The guilt that is the end product of your selfish confession. Ignorance is often times bliss. What one does not know, can not cause pain.

On the other hand, if you were caught, then the odds are good you wanted your liaisons to be exposed. It is very easy to covertly have an affair. Being found out is usually a sign that you want out of the relationship, you just aren’t being honest with yourself, or probably more likely, you don’t have the guts to leave.

Does everyone cheat? No.

Do most married couples cheat? Yes.

Marriage is not a fulfilling proposition — it is a chain, shackling one to a life of not only monogamy, but worst, monotony.

Imagine, just one food for the rest of your life?
Imagine, just one beverage to drink, one pair of pants to wear, one suit, one shirt?
Imagine, just one soap to use, shampoo, toothbrush?

If you are a man, imagine only tasting the emanations of one vagina for years, or even decades. Do you know that all women taste different. One beautiful, succulent snatch isn’t the same as the other. They have a different scent, a different taste, a different feel, and they all respond differently to your touch.

Imagine, having your cock sucked the same way two to three times a month, if that often.
Imagine, the same boring sexual position time after time?
Imagine, never savoring what another woman tastes like, feels like, moves like….

Just the same over, and over, and over, and over…

If you are a woman, imagine having to look at and touch the same cock each and every time you have sex? Think about the same size and shape filling you time after time. No variety, no change of pace. And imagine, having the same taste in your mouth, each and every time. Like women, all men taste different, feel different, have a different scent, make you respond differently and respond differently to you.

Variety is what makes life worth living. Think of how incredible it would be to have a different lover several times a week. A new scent, a new taste, a new position, a new shape, a new size… something exciting and different with each and every encounter.

That is what sex should be about… as many different lovers, as many different positions, as many different passions and many different experiences over the course of a lifetime.
If you have cheated, get out of the relationship if you are still there. You cheated for a reason, no matter what that reason is, you weren’t meant to be in that relationship.

Forgive yourself, move on, be happy with the person you are in the here and now. And, stay the fuck away from monogamous relationships. Monogamy is NOT a natural state.
Life is way too short to be beating yourself up. Cheating has set you free.

Remember, say no to monogamy and enjoy the pleasure the flesh does surely hold. And never settle for just one.

Oprah – Salvation’s Inspiration

Today we are pleased to post our interview with Scono Sciuto, the author of the incredible new novel, “She Is The New Savior.”

SSTN: Thank you very much for sitting down for us today.

Scono Sciuto: You’re welcome, thank you for asking me.

SSTN:  First question, which I think is the most obvious.  Who is, or was, your inspiration for Satin, the New Savior and Messiah?

Scono Sciuto:  That’s easy… Oprah Winfrey.

Photo of Oprah Winfrey at her 50th birthday pa...

Photo of Oprah Winfrey at her 50th birthday party at Hotel Bel Air (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

SSTN:  Oprah Winfrey?  Really? Come on! There aren’t any similarities between Oprah Winfrey and Satin.

Scono Sciuto:  You are correct, not physically and definitely not in their personalities and paths.  But, you see, to me —  Oprah Winfrey is the embodiment of the modern day feminist.  She never gave up being a woman to be successful.  She is a stunning woman physically, and she is even more beautiful because of her intelligence and her drive and desire to be successful.  Oprah went into daytime talk, which was dominated by a man, okay I guess someone of the male gender, Phil Donahue.  Oprah didn’t set out to be on par with Donahue, she set out, and eventually achieved to be better than him.  And, that is a lot of the story of Satin’s brand of feminism.

SSTN: I’m glad you brought up feminism. What exactly does this “fourth wave” feminism term mean?

Scono Sciuto: First off, I didn’t coin the term, but I like it. What I describe in The New Savior, is, as I see it, the fundamental flaw of feminism, this silly concept of wanting to be equal.  Women should  not merely be satisfied with being the equal of men, as a whole, they are superior to men. However, so many feminist are battling for parity — I simply do not understand it, at least the women in the battle.  The men who claim to be feminist do more harm than those that are blatantly  misogynistic.

SSTN: How so?

Scono Sciuto:  They are being deceitful. Because these male feminist don’t want women to realize their true potential.  They want them to be happy with the crumbs of equality.

SSTN: Why do you think that?

Scono Sciuto:  Because they are insecure.  The men, who avow that they are feminist, simply lack strength of self to admit that they are inferior to women.  Therefore, by convincing women that parity is the answer, they keep them repressed.

SSTN: How are these men repressing women if they want them to be equal?

Scono Sciuto:  As I have said, because women are superior.  If you hold back a leader or a champion in any endeavor, aren’t you actually repressing them?

SSTN: Yes, I guess you are.

Scono Sciuto:  So by convincing women to settle for equality, when they are actually superior, these men are in fact repressing women.

SSTN: Do you view She Is The New Savior, as Catholic bashing?

Scono Sciuto:  The short answer is no.   I can see how others may view it that way.  I am Catholic and I have been my entire life. However, I have not been to Church in many years, a large part of the reason I no longer attend is the covering up of the molestation of young boys, the most innocent of all.  Not only the priest committing these horrible crimes, but the fact that it has been alleged that those in the upper echelons of the church knew about it and may have been involved in the trying to keep it quiet.

So if people would like to view that part of the story as Catholic bashing, they can, but I don’t.

SSTN: Do you believe that Satin, the character, is mentally disturbed, or mental ill?

Scono Sciuto:  That is something that the reader will have to determine.  I don’t want to give much away here, but remember what she went through, and all that follows is a reaction.  Is it really all that over the top?  Again, that is for the reader to decide.

SSTN:  Back to the topic of feminism.  You have eluded to that feminist have it wrong, and that in the novel you expand upon that topic.  Can you give more examples?

Scono Sciuto: As was stated in the novel, feminist have always played, and continue to play for parity.  And that goal has led to repeated setbacks.  Barbara Walters is an example, she was an anchor of the evening news, but once she got there everyone thought she won, simply by getting there, not by being better than everyone else. Therefore, another setback; then it happened again, Katie Couric earned her way into the anchor chair of the CBS evening news —- and again, everyone was simply happy because she was there, but she didn’t excel.  Yes she is financially succeeding, but she lost the opportunity to win the battle.  Thankfully, Diane Sawyer knows how to win, and she is out there doing a superb job, making feminist proud by her success.

SSTN:  Why are the women all athletic, muscular and fit?

Scono Sciuto:  Because the women in the novel are the pinnacle of not only feminism, but of femininity.  Women are always taught that  to be sexy, they should be soft and curvy.  Think of those words, they convey weakness.  The women of She Is The New Savior are strong, independent, able to take care of themselves, but never lose the essence of what makes them women. There fitness and muscularity do not take away, they enhances their femininity, by the outward appearance of strength and dominance.

SSTN:  Satin marries another woman, is the novel pro-gay marriage?

Scono Sciuto:  Satin does not require government approval to do what she desires.  Many should really take that way to heart.  Everyone is so focused on a stamp of approval from some petty bureaucrat or elected official, they miss the point that love doesn’t require legality, it only requires acknowledgement by those involved.

SSTN:  Is Scono Sciuto, your real name?

Scono Sciuto:  That’s unknown.

Discover more about 4th wave feminism, get your copy of “She Is The New Savior,” today .

If you are purchasing this book you must be 18 years old, however we strongly advise you to be at least 25.

Do NOT read this book if:
-you have a heart conditionShe Is The New Savior
-you suffer from anxiety
-you fear strong women
-you fear eternal damnation
-you are afraid of the truth
-you are suffering a crisis of faith

Satin: The New Savior contains:
-blatant heresy
-graphic sexuality
-gratuitous violence
-over the top blasphemy
-a skewed view of the world

You must be 18 years told to read this book, however we recommend that you are 25.

A Weekend Of Lustful Play

acjass1It is your birthday. I give you a gift, one that admittedly is more for me than you. A pair of thong underwear.

You are fifty-the orgininal wildone years old and have never worn them. You thought they would be uncomfortable.

I offer to take them back. You say no. You lift your skirt and remove your current under garment. You hold it up for a moment, allowing me to gaze the most luscious pussy I have ever seen.

You open each leg of the green apparel. You pull it up your calves, up your incredible thighs and then finally up to your waist. You pull on the cloth that is nestled within your cheeks.

It doesn’t feel that bad you tell me. You hold your skirt up and slowly turn around asking me what I think.

You are a vision. So perfect. I have waited so many years to be with you, each day I have to remind myself of how lucky I am.

gh1 - Copy1I run my hands up your legs. I caress the flesh of your upper thigh.  My hand finds the string like material. I bend you over the couch and open your cheeks. I stare at the satin fabric as it rubs against the inside of your cheeks. Your asshole is looking back at me, barely concealed. For the first time ever, I lower my head, and with the fabric still in place I tongue your hole. You react my bending further forward, inviting me to continue.

For the better part of the next hour I work my mouth around your entire backside. The perfect shape that many men, and women, have admired over the years was now mine. Mine to give attention, mine to care for, mine to worship.

embrace the wild

Your moans only stop for a moment and they are to utter but three words. “Fuck me hard.”

I slide the fabric to the side and enter you. Immediately, with all of my might, I push myself within. The wet material rubs against my cock as I penetrate you with more force and more vigor than ever had I in the past. As much as I want this to last, I am too excited, too far gone, and within mere moments my come fills you.

My fluid flows from you, and without hesitation, I resume my old positon and start licking your ass and pussy. In no time, I am ready to take you again. This time it isn’t over as quickly. My balls hit your clit with each forward thrust. You start to scream; you tell me you are coming. You command me not to stop.

As your body shutters, I fuck you through your orgasm. The shuttering of your snatch Embrace The Wild Fantasiesadds to the friction we are generating, soon, I fill you once again.

My cock slides out. So hot is the sight of my come oozing from your insides, soaking your birthday gift, that only a little of it rigidity is lost.

You turn and take me in your mouth. You lick each bit of our passion, and then you rise to your feet and passionately our mouths intertwine.

We don’t leave your house for the entire weekend. How many times we share our passion, I can’t recall, but never, will I forget being with my goddess.

Faithfully Unfaithful – a short story

 Faithfully Unfaithful Cover© 2016

by Scono Sciuto

All rights reserved.  Our flirtation has been ongoing for several years. For five long years, for you, I have longed and lusted. To taste you, to join with you, to have my way with you, and for you to have your way with me — today the wait is finally over.

We have had several near meetings, but fear stopped me.

We have had several near meetings, but circumstance stopped us.

We have had several near meetings, but a lack of pledge stopped you.

You want love, that I can not promise, that I will not promise. You want to remain faithful to your husband, you asked me not to push, and for a time, I respected that wish. However, that I can no longer honor.

Your husband has not touched you in so very long. You tell me that want to be touched by a man. You weep to me that your own touch simply will no longer do. You convey to me that you want to again touch a man, that you desire to feel that which makes a man a man. You plead with me that you want to be made to feel like a woman. I assure you that is something I will endeavor to accomplish.

It is the appointed time. After you arrive, I drive around the secluded inn’s parking lot. I make not one pass, not two, but at least ten. I check several times. I am positive you were not followed. I am now positive neither was I.  As agreed, I wait for you to enter the room. Once again, just to be sure, I check the lot. No one has arrived since you.

Just watching you sashay from your car sets my heart racing. The rhythmic sway of your perfectly round ass immediately sends blood rushing to one part of my body. God, you are what was intended when He created woman. There is none as perfect, nor as desirable as you.

I rush from my car. I ache for you. However, once at the door, I hesitate. I am nervous, and yes a little scared. Insecurities long forgotten have risen to the surface.

What if you are not satisfied?

What if I can’t fulfil your needs?

What if I am not all that you hoped?

Your perfume hangs in the air. Your scent is exciting. I fumble with my key-card. One swipe, the light remains red. I turn it over and swipe it again. Green, but I wait too long. One more time, green, I turn the knob and push — the door slowly creeps open.

The door is about a quarter of the way open, but I don’t move. I don’t even peek within. For a moment, I think, what if unnoticed you have left? What if you couldn’t go through with our rendezvous?

I peek around the door, but not far enough. Finally, I build up the courage. I walk through the door.

My eyes find you. My racing heart ceases to beat. Clad in black, you are sitting in the chair.  Your right leg crossed over the left, the hem of your dress open, exposing both legs. Two symmetrically perfect calves, diamond in shape, beckoning me to come forth. I move onward, your dress clings to your body, rising to your chest, the upper portion of each breast is slightly exposed, a plunging neckline revealing a beckoning cleavage. I have seen this visage in many of your photos, put not a one does justice to what is before me. A silver necklace runs from that cleavage to your beautiful neck. The shiny metal glimmers as your chest rises and falls with each breath. My eyes move up a fraction more. Your smile is bright white. In ancient times, your beautiful face would have launched a thousand ships. So gorgeous, your jet black hair falls around your cheeks, framing that which is nothing short of pure perfection.

You must sense my hesitation. You look over your glasses — a come hither look summons me to move forward. Under your spell, I have but only one choice, and that is to obey.

I cross the floor in a few bounding steps. Before you, I drop to my knees. I bow at the feet of my goddess. You stroke my head. Then without further pause, I undo the straps and remove your sandals.

Starting at your feet, slowly I run my hands up your legs, rubbing each inch of your flesh. Soon my hands are followed by my mouth. Each toe enters and exits my mouth. There is no hurry. There is no sense of urgency. Yes, I want you more than I want air to breath or water to drink, but, I have waited for what was an eternity. I will savor each part of your body. Each bit of skin, each droplet of sweat, each crack and crevice of your body — I will demonstrate adulation for all. When I have finished your feet, I move to your ankles. I suck on the small bony protrusions as if they were the tip of your breasts. Your moans of pleasure assure me that you are pleased. After great effort in an attempt to suck non-existent milk from each malleolus, I move on.

I have worshiped your legs in each and every picture you have sent. I have fantasized many a night as to what I would do when finally, I place my hands upon them. For the better part of an hour I kiss your legs, moving up from each ankle. Each kiss is gentle, and lingers before moving on to the next spot.

My lips effortlessly slide along the slope from your ankle up your calf, and follow as your legs pinch in again at the knee. Your legs remain crossed, so my mouth stops at your knees. At the front of each I make circles, a preview of what will be to come, and from just above your kneecap, I take tiny bites, tugging gently at the skin, sucking what is held between my teeth.

After taking time to thoroughly worship at your knees, you uncross them. I am now kneeling between your slightly parted thighs. Your dress zips in the front, you move the clasp down, exposing a body I have many times imagined seeing unadorned. After due veneration, I once again return my way upward. The flesh of your thighs is cool and inviting and so tasty. Droplets of sweat are forming along your inner thighs. The salinity only adds flavor to the natural deliciousness of which I have been savoring.

I raise my head, look up and stare admirably at that bare glimmering area of heaven I only dreamed I would ever see — let alone touch, let alone taste, let alone enter.

As I continue on my ascent, goal in sight, a sweet scent of pheromone laced sensuality wafts to me. I inhale deeply. My heart is racing — I can feel each beat as it forces itself against my chest. For so long I have desired but a mere taste, and now, so close, soon, I will feast.

I pause but a mere inch from your sexual region. I want to move toward it — I want to ravish that for which I have longed. Yet, fear, anticipation, too much excitement — whatever it is, freezes me. I reach up with my hand, gently I glide the tips of my fingers along the outside. Your skin feels almost perfectly smooth. Slight moisture reflects the sunlight as Sol shines upon Eden.

Your body responds to my touch, your thighs part a bit more, inviting further movement. With both hands, I softly massage the mound of bare flesh on each side which guards your entrance. My hands part your naked flesh. The area is damp and a bit slick. Thankfully, slight bits of stubble assist my grip. Slowly I maneuver each side. Soon they are parted just enough so I may glimpse the supple, light colored inner fruit of which I so desperately yearn to feed.

By scent, by touch, by vision, I am drawn to your waiting erogenous zone. My body trembles — there is apprehension. I have imagined this moment many, many times.  I again spread back your soft and sensitive vaginal flesh. I open just a bit more, exposing that for which I so frantically hunger.

I extend my tongue, and with only the tip, I sense your succulent flavor. The taste tingles upon my tongue — not the finest wine, nor the sweetest chocolate, could ever illicit such absolute bliss.

I extended my tongue as far as I can, placing your female erectile tissue as far to the back as possible. I hold downward pressure. Then slowly — very slowly, I retract. Your wetness coats every inch of its surface, the juice of your fruit fills each waiting and wanting taste bud — the essence is like nothing I have ever before sampled.

Once at the tip of my tongue, I enclose your nerve-ending filled protrusion with my lips, gently sucking, even slightly pulling and playfully tugging — all the while keeping the tip of my tongue in contact with the tip of your clit.

I lick with ever increasing energy and speed. As your body starts to quiver, I place my index finger deep within. I curl it so that, through your flesh, it makes contact with my tongue. Your body responds with ever increasing violent spasms. From you lips, sighs become moans, moans become grunts, and grunts become screams. You grind your lower body into my face. Your force is so strong, that in a desperate attempt to not lose contact, against the chair with my free hand, I must brace myself. As your orgasm comes to an end, I slow my pace, yet keep applying even more pressure, coaxing you to a quick succession of orgasms the likes of which I hope you have never before experienced.

The quaking of your body subsides and then finally ceases. Coos replace the screams and shouts. I kiss you there. You are very sensitive. You pull my head away. You beg for a lull.

Grudgingly, I move on. I give one last look and I smile. For even without any contact, your vagina remains trembling.

Your stomach is my next stop. I suck your belly button with so much power, it is as if my goal is to turn your innie into an outie. I give as much attention here as I have to any other part of your body so far. You are such a sexual creature that soon, sighs are again turning to moans. I look down and that perfect spot is again doing a dance.

Without removing my mouth from your navel, I move my hand and quickly vibrate it directly on your sensitive spot. As you experience another orgasm, the quaking in your torso throws my head from your stomach and it lands nestled between your breasts.

I lift my head and get my bearings. I admire your bosom. The pictures you have sent had always prominently exhibited them, however, with just enough covered to push my mind to create unending fantasies. I kiss the skin in between. My mouth and tongue move from breast to breast, sucking at the tip of each nipple, as I gently hold each respective one between my teeth. I can not get enough. Each one requires two hands to hold. They are perfect in shape and texture. The skin here is as sensitive as the skin anywhere else on your body. Although large, I stretch my jaws and I accommodate an entire globe in my mouth. Sucking with all my might to hold it within.

As with your belly button, the response is a dance from below your waist. This time I insert two fingers within. Your pursed lips begging for even deeper entry. I brace the palm of my hand against your pubic bone, and with long, quick motions I push my fingers in and out.  My efforts do not produce another orgasm, but none the less, you seem satisfied.

I continue my assent. Each bit of your skin receives a small nibble as I climb your body. Finally, my mouth meets yours. You taste you upon me, the mix of your saliva and vaginal secretion is the sweetest sin.

Our sexual areas are now aligned. I feel your moisture as the hardest erection I have ever possessed makes contact. With no guide from our hands, I find my way in. Slowly, gently and so very easily, finally, after all of these years, I penetrate you.

The head of my sexuality slips past your entrance. As I enter your body, there is a slight sense of resistance. As I overcome that small hump, I nearly climax. Once a bit of me is in, you pull me in the rest of the way. The warmth emanating from within cradles me. The feeling as my body becomes part of yours is so emotional that a tear touches my eye.

I hold myself fully inside of you. Patience was rewarded. I am just where I belong. My passion intensifies. Many nights I have brought myself to ejaculation imaging this very moment. Now it is here, and I want it to last as long as possible. I am reluctant to move. I don’t ever want to leave.

Your body tells me it is ready for more. Your hips thrust up as your legs cross around my back. I begin to move with long, even paced, steady strokes. Your legs pull me in as far as possible, and they prevent me from completely withdrawing.

I am not sure how long we are making love, but I start to feel you tremble and, in me, I feel that familiar sensation that there will be no longer any holding back. My pace remains the same, but the force of each movement forward increases. I try to keep myself from coming, I want to, but at the same time, I don’t — it is difficult. This act with you is more intense, more exciting, and more stimulating than any I have experienced.

I push harder.

I push deeper.

I push with as much power as I can muster.

As the power of each thrust causes your body to sway beneath mine, your legs which were holding me inside, are now fighting to hold you in place beneath my body. The time has arrived. As hard as I clench each muscle of my lower body, there is nothing that will stop me now. I know I can no longer prevent coming. With all the power I can muster, forcefully I thrust myself in as far as I can. Once there, I hold myself steady. My pubic bone applies pressure to your clit. We grind into one another. I bear down even harder. I want us to come together. I feel the fluid begin to ooze forth. I try to stop moving, but that your hips won’t allow. I am done. From deep inside I unleash an ejaculation with such force that it almost forces me from you. Your tightly crossed legs are all that keep me inside. I am disappointed you haven’t come, but that disillusionment soon abates as in quick succession, you achieve several orgasms.

I fall forward.

Still erect, I remain within.

Your arms and legs embrace my body, drawing me in even further.

Even though we stopped coming minutes before, our bodies continue to shutter. Never has so much come from me. Your body can only hold so much and much spills forth, seeping out, leaving evidence upon the chair’s cushion.

As we hold one another, my erection remains unchanged. I have never experienced another such as you. I shift ever so slightly. That action causes me to leave your body. As I drag myself along the slight stubble that dots your opening, unbelievably, I come yet again.

I take you in my arms.

I lift you from the chair.

I hold you tight.

Our bodies are now completely covered in sweat, not a spot of our skin remains dry. I reach my hand down and I rub my seed from your legs. You grab my wrist and bring it to your mouth. You lick from my hand and then grab my head and kiss me. I have never done this before. It is intoxicating. I throw you onto the bed and begin to once again go down on you. Our combined fluids ooze from your body as you become wetter and wetter. I suck with all my remaining effort. I enter you with two fingers, but there is so much sliding that no friction is possible. I add a third and twist my hand in semicircles. I find the perfect combination and once again your body shakes.

You are completely spent, as am I.

I worship you, it is my duty to now care for you.

I lift you from the bed, into the bath I carry you.

Inside the tub I place you.

I fill it with warm water, I set the jets to on and I massage your front as the spa does the same to your back. Soapy water allows my hands to slide across your body unimpeded. I rub and knead every square inch of your form.

When done, I help you from the tub. Our bodies begin to mirror one another. A slow, seductive, tantric tango ensues. For two plus hours, our bodies slightly glide against one another. Our senses are heightened, both of our sexual organs calling to one another, wanting to again be joined.

I take you back onto the bed. I kiss you deeply, passionately, my mouth inhales yours. The early actions repeat themselves, except this time our positions switch many times. Without being aware by either of us, minutes become hours. As orgasms take us both, many times, our physical actions soon cease, yet our souls continue bonding well into the next day.

We stir from our slumber.

You tell me you love me.

I smile.

I ask you how many men you have cheated with on your husband. You do not answer. I tell you it is at least as many with whom I have broken my previous vows.

You tell me this is different.

You tell me again, that you love me.

You ask me if I feel the same.

I tell you we are not in love, that for us, we are beyond love. Love is what we have for others. I tell you love is what you had for your husband. It is that obligation from a long gone emotion, it is that reason you will go from our bed to his.

You look down at the floor. I reassure you that there is nothing wrong, that together we are different. For us, we can’t be bound by an earthly definition. We are outside that type of love. Foolhardy fidelity and faithfulness are chains of bondage. It is that which confines us to relationships that years ago should have ended. It is not bad, it is an obligation we respect, at times fulfilling, more times though, suffocating. So we are driven to explore. We are driven to find more than that to which we are shackled.

We remain, yet we do not live within the confines of an outdated commitment. We exist to freely express and experience. I tell you I expect no exclusivity from you, and give no word of promise in return. How could we ask for something of which we so willingly are not beholden to. Either current or previous, neither of us has kept that promise, do we really expect that if made to one another, this time it is an oath we will keep.

We are faithful to our unfaithfulness. Therefore, instead of the restrictions of man-made marriage, we exist in a plane of our own making. We were together before, we are together now, and no matter what happens or who we go home to, our souls will be together tomorrow.

I kiss you deeply.

I make love to you once again.

We are forever, faithfully unfaithful.

S.S. 8/7/16

Other books by Scono Sciuto:

She Is The New Savior

Embrace The Wild

Angelic Adultery

For God

Submissive Is Dominance

Also, keep an eye on the Amazon Author Page for new releases.

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Excerpt from Addiction Salvation

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I fought it for as long as I could, but after placing out of the top five, in a contest I would easily have won the year before, that which was holding be back, lost its grip. I called on one of the original gang. He had an underground reputation as being a brilliant steroid chemist. With no hesitation, he put me on a protocol. The first month was paid for with sex, but he made it very clear, that subsequently, cash would be the only accepted currency.

The drug expense wasn’t cheap, and even though I didn’t have health insurance, it wouldn’t have helped with these specific medications. To cover my drug costs, I added another two nights a week. The visible changes were not observable over night, but within about two weeks, my strength increased. I woke each morning with the strangest buzzing in my head, and wow, I had a bunch more energy.

My first cycle was to last eight weeks, but it wasn’t until the end that the changes were starting to show, so I opted to go for twelve. At the end of that first cycle, my shirt size jumped and my shorts hugged my thighs to the point of cutting off circulation.

In that short span of time, I was sure I was ready to go head to head with all but the best professionals. As instructed, I took one month off, and the hard-fought gains, while not completely gone, were notably diminished. I started my next cycle with a clear goal of competing when I was two weeks into cycling off.

I hit the gym two, sometimes three, times a day. I was having more time because there were some other physical changes with which the customers of my night job weren’t too pleased. A hoarse, raspy tone replaced my soft voice. Acne dotted my once smooth skin. Also, down below, my clit was blossoming a bit bigger. I told myself, these side effects, were only temporary. Besides, these few, supposed negatives, were nothing compared to the physical gains. At the end of the cycle, my muscles were larger than ever. Two weeks off the juice, combined with extreme dieting, left my muscles flat but oh so defined. The flatness was remedied with thirty-six hours of carbing up. I walked on the stage, and there was very little doubt as to who was going to be the winner.

To my surprise — it was not my hands cradling the first-place trophy. I took second. While not a complete victory, it was enough to earn my pro card.

My friend had talked to one of the judges. It was then I discovered that I had neglected an important part of my anatomy — I didn’t have breast implants.

The fucking feminine guideline!

Our chemically enhanced physiques had allowed us to gain so much more muscle mass, that without fake tits, and what remained of, for some of us, our normal curves — the only thing that distinguished many of the women from the lower weight class men, was a bikini top and a camel toe instead of a bulge in our bottoms.

Addiction Salvation

The Original Wild

the orgininal wild

At my desk, I work. From the task at hand, the aroma distracts.

Her scent, sweet and subtle.

My head follows my gaze. In front of me, she appears. Framed by soft, shiny hair, eyes so deep, beauty so genuine, my heart, for a moment, ceases beating, then beats much too fast.

More than a decade, it has been.

She speaks, a choir of angels fills the air.

Across the room she glides. The hypnotic sway of her hips controls me. Over her shoulder, a glance is an invitation.

The staircase, she climbs. The uneven gait, to her walk, gives a new rhythm. Her sashay beckons me to follow.

Half way into our ascent, overwhelmed am I. I turn her to face me. Our mouths meet. Inhale her, I do. I imbibe, immediate intoxication, under her spell, again, I fall.

gh1 - Copy1To her legs, my hands explore. Permission I seek, I ask, I am given. Moistness allows unimpeded entry. With feverish haste, within her, my finger explores. One, then two, finds entry. Quickly, I lower my head. The taste, my God, the taste. The finest honey could not be so satisfying, the darkest

chocolate so rich, nor the most expensive wine so pleasing — the true nectar of the Gods is this.

Wider, her body opens. Her scent, overpowering. Faster, I move my hands. Panting passion is expressed in earsplitting, salacious screams.

“Fuck me!” she demands.

Our enemies are time and location. I want to, so desperately I desire to again be within. Hopefully, one day I will. Today, I am satisfied delivering.

From her succulent snatch, I take my fingers. Coated with her, I lift to her mouth. From my fingers, she sucks. Within the confines of paradise, I replace them. As I take from within, my fingers glisten. I sample ambrosia.

I need to have her.

I want to have her.

I must feel her around me.

Never, by only giving, have I been so satisfied. Her body is meant for pleasure. Her body is meant for lust. Her very being is meant for unimaginable sin.

That night I sleep. Visions of her flawless, gh1 - Copy2curvaceous body dance in my head – incredible bosom, nipples so tantalizing,  her wet, dripping, inviting, cunt. Her scent, her taste, her soul stirring screams.  Each perfectly memorized, perfectly etched. Each in the present as they were in the past.

Embrace the wild?

She, whom against all else have been measured, was born for the wild, she was born to the wild, she was born to define the wild.  She is, as she has always been, my wild.

The True Christ vs The Myth

The world is being led to damnation by man.

It is he who does evil.

It is he who does harm.

It is his methods that lead to hell.

Man has ruled the world for centuries. His goals;  power, money and control. To Related imageachieve these ends he has used the symbol of his perceived strength — his almighty cock. He has used this appendage to denigrate, defile and dis-empower women. By creating a pacifist savior, one who would rather turn the other cheek instead of engaging in battle for honor, powerful men have turned the masses to sheep.

It was only a matter of time before the one true God sent a daughter to rescue the world. A daughter who will shatter the mythical tales of the false Christ.

Through her, women will now find the ultimate sexual fulfillment.kh4

Through her, women will discover ultimate sexual desire.

And, most importantly, through her, women will be delivered from the repression of man.

She will lead women into the light. She will lead us from temptation. She will lead us to supreme sexual salvation.

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She is the true Savior.

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The Perfect Start To The Day

I came out of the bath to find my Angel awake. The covers were drawn back, and she was at the edge of the bed. Her perfect body, free of clothing, greeted me.

She gave me that look, and parted her legs. I understood immediately that I was going to be late leaving her house, hopefully, her husband would be just as late returning. .

I took my place, kneeling before her. As I lowered my head, I ran my hand along her thighs, drawn to the succulent scent emanating from in between, I descended.

My Angel, not feeling well the last few days, was ready this morning.

I sampled from her vaginal chalice, the sweet nectar of my Goddess. For the better part of an hour, my mouth never lost contact.

Is there any more perfect way to start a day?

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Eight unique stories by Scono Sciuoto. Tales of passion, lust and sex. These stories combine erotica with awareness, fusing strong feminine sexuality with female empowerment. These may very well be some of the most controversial stories of all time.

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Scono Sciuto is this generation’s hottest new author and the voice of erotic empowerment. A unique storyteller, Scono combines erotica with awareness, fusing strong feminine sexuality with female empowerment. In telling some of the most controversial stories of all time, Scono Sciuto is the strong voice for female sensuality in today’s modern world.

Prequel To “For God”

©2017 Flash fiction prequel to “For God”

the orgininal wildIt is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My mind’s eye, creates the vision.
My soul’s longing, embraces the vision.
My dream state, places me in the vision.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

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The air is crisp, we are out for a jog.
Tight shorts, cradle and hug your most incredible form.
Each heel strike, causes your perfectly shaped muscles to flex taut.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

For three miles, I have paced myself slightly behind.
For three miles, I have endured intense arousal.
For three miles, I have only thought of you.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

wildsdslateInto the house, I follow.
To face me, I turn you.
Deeply, I kiss you.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You tell me, “I need to shower.”
I tell you, “No.”
I want you now, as you are.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Your shirt, I pull off.
Beaded sweat, shimmers within your cleavage.
My tongue, samples as your sports bra fights to hold.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Much time, I spend here.gh1 - Copy2
You ask me, “Do you like my tits?”
Nestled between, a muffled, “Yes.”

Away, you push me.
Together, you push your bosom.
Their perfection, we both admire.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Contain myself any longer, I can’t
From your body, I rip your shorts.
As the fabric moves, sweat shines and streaks.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

kh4Both inside and out, wetness greets my hand.
To tell where your inner moisture begins, is not possible.
Insert a finger, I do.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My head, I lower.
Perfuse perspiration, increases pheromone proliferation.
More powerful than ever, your scent controls me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Once again, you push me away.
Onto your hands and knees, you position yourself.
Now before me, is the greatest of all time.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

To my knees, I drop
At the goddess, I worship.
Sweat from your cheeks, my lips absorb.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Along the crack, moves my tongue.
From the top, lower it journeys.
Your opening, that is my destination.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You tell me, “I have never had this done.”
I tell you, “I have never done this.”
With no hesitation, I plunge my tongue.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Loudly, you scream.
Faster, I move.
A part of you never touched, my mouth completely covers.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Back and forth, your body moves.
With great effort, I keep pace and motion.
Never, does my mouth lose contact.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Your moans, become screams.
Intensifying, is my action.
My hand, finds your cunt.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Contact with your clit, my fingers make.
In small circular motions, I move them.
Moisture, from within and without, drops to my palm.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Onto your back, you change position.
Kneeling, I remain.
To my goddess, I continue to show adoration.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

The aroma, from within and without, is more intense.
The scent, that of wanting passion, wafts to my nose.
My head, I lower, inhaling deeper, moving nearer.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You shift position, legs open a bit more, encouraging me.
Your invitation, greedily, I accept.
Contact, my mouth makes – heavenly, is the taste.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

How long I am here, I don’t know.
Your hands, grasp my hair.
To your head, you pull me, deeply, you kiss me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

To join with you, once again.
To love you, with my very soul.
Your body commands, “Fuck me,” your voice asks, “Love me?”

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

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Within the confines of you, we are again one.
Space between us, does not exist.
The years that have lapsed, are no longer.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Passion, intersects with want.
Desire, joins with emotion.
Lust and love unite, they have no division.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My passion, for you, has never waned.
My desire, for you, has never ceased.
My lust, for you, has never weakened.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

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As if I am the only one to have existed, you make me feel.
As if no time is as important as this, you make me believe.
Others you have had, but now I am blessed, you have chosen me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Together, we achieve climax.
Together, we profess our love.
Together, again we are – forever and never.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

for godAs was then, it is for a higher purpose for which you have been created.

As was then, it is for a higher cause for which you have been created.

As was then, it is for a higher being for whom you have been created.

New Release! Sharing My Husband: A Threesome Story

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Jillian knows it’ll be the perfect surprise. Throughout their ten years together, it’s been her husband’s fantasy to have a threesome. What better way to give him his heart’s desire than invite her best friend into the bedroom? He’ll only turn thirty-five once, after all. It’ll be the night of his life.

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She Commands – I Obey

Her text reads she has been with several men, her instructions are for me to wait in the bed.

I obey.

She enters the darkened room. The moon shines through the large picture window.
The reflected rays of the yesterday’s sun backlight
her body.
She removes her dress.
Her form is in silhouette.
A surgeon has enhanced her breasts, but what she has forged through intense gym work is still her most enticing feature. My gaze falls from her tits and takes in the protrusion from her back. Even in shadow, the fabric of her undergarment clings to her pronounced gluteal muscles, muscles that have trapped me within her many times.
She puts her fingers in the waistband and lowers her body. Her ass juts out even further and my cock becomes even harder.
No sooner does the material expose her pussy does the scent of sex fill the air.
It matters not how many have deposited within her; each night it is I who experiences nirvana, and it is I who awakes next to the supreme being.
She nears me. She tells me the seed of seven remain within. She did not allow herself to come. She has saved for me with whom to share her pleasure.
She mounts me.
Easily I slide in.
The come of many runs down the shaft of my cock, down my balls and onto the sheets.
She moves up and down, yet I feel little. She leans forward and whispers, “I saved my asshole for you.”
I slip out and she repositions herself. Squatting over me, my cock enters.  The sperm of other’s help, but there is still a bit of resistance as she takes me within.
Her up and down motion quickens, soon that which allowed entrance is dissipated by the friction of her fierce, quick-paced pounding.
She lowers herself down to my pelvic bone.
The muscles of her ass contract.
She straightens her legs.
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The strength of both her legs and ass are unmatched by any woman, and only the strongest of men. By only my fifth appendage,  my ass rises from the bed. She holds me in this position. Pain and pleasure fill my groin.
She runs her hands through her hair, her head extends back. Her muscles slowly release their hold, bit by bit, my body returns to the bed. By the time I am fully free, the most intense orgasm takes hold of my body, and a stream of come rises high into the air.


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Hart family at African retreat, part 3

The 16 year old twins also became tangled in the African's lustful ventures
Part 3 from Jonathan.

It was early morning as the safari limo disappeared from site of the retreat compound. Dana, the oldest sister, had tried to stop the vehicle but was unable to. She knew the possible dangers that perhaps awaited her younger brother and sister but for now she could only remain behind and worry about them. Reflecting on her own affair with black male flesh last night, she embarrassingly felt a strange excitement. She was worried yet aroused at the thought of Shawn and Tia being in black hands.

"Damn it girl, why am I thinking thoughts about the possible seduction of my bother and sister. Why is it titillating....Damn it....I should be nothing but worried, Dana said to herself."

Dana knew that she would again be under her African man tonight and would be lustfully accepting his manhood. Her panties were wet at the thought of it and even shockingly more soaked at the thoughts creeping into her head about Tia and Shawn.

As the safari limo was well under way and the remains of civilization disappeared from view, the teenage passengers were all excited as they were now seeing the countryside and before long a few wildlife. The two girls, sisters, in the rear were not as consumed with the view as they were with black hands beginning to fondle them. They had been on this safari before and yearned for the excitement of having older black men love on them.

Refreshments had been stored in a cooler and were passed around to everyone not long after they left the retreat. A fruit punch that was very tasty but spiked with rum. All of the teens on this trip had drunk alcohol before but did not notice just how strong the alcohol was. They would soon.

The two girls, 16 and 17,  in the very rear were French and lived with their parents in the port city of Lagos. Their father was a sea captain and spent a lot of time away from home. Not only his daughters but his wife as well had black African men spend numerous nights in their home during his absence. These two French vixens knew there would be plenty of sex on this safari and being away from the parents made it even more exciting.

They wasted no time in getting their juices flowing. They had been with these two black Africans before and were eager to be with them again.

The oldest sister was sitting on the lap of the tallest African as he had his hand under her T-shirt fondling her breast and his other hand inside her unbuckled pants with his finger stroking her vagina. Her head was tilted back on his shoulder and her mouth partially open as she was absorbed in the sexual embrace of this black man. She could feel his stiffened manhood under her and his heavy breath on her neck.

The other sister was lip locked with her black man and his hand had also found it's way to her vagina. Luckily, the noisy sound of the vehicle drowned out the sounds of the two girls sensual moans. A curtain dividing the rear compartment kept them out of view from Shawn and Tia.

Shawn was seated next to the black African in the second row seat. He was thrilled with seeing a herd of gazelles running about a 150 meters east of their vehicle. The African was thrilled also but his excitement was sitting next to such a pretty young lad with blonde hair and small frame. He began pointing out different plants and a few animals to Shawn as he had placed his left hand on Shawn's knee. Shawn only thought of it as being attentive and friendly. The black African's thoughts were different and touching the white creamy skin of this morsel was delightful.

Meanwhile, Tia was seated next to a black African in the third row seat. She too was being counseled on the various sites. The African had his right arm on top of her seat slightly touching her shoulder. As she looked away at the window,  his eyes were undressing her. He had sex with an older white woman once before but she was nothing compared to a girl this young and so lovely.

"Miss Tia, I'm going to smoke some herb to clear a headache. Would you care to join me?"

"Oh, no...I do not smoke. But thank you anyway, she replied.

The African pulled out what looked like a ring size cigar and lit up. He also gave one to the African sitting next to Shawn. After only a few minutes, the smoke began building up in the vehicle.

Tia was beginning to cough a bit. "Sir, please roll your window down further. I cannot breathe properly."

"My apologies miss Tia. After a couple of more puffs I will put it out."

  Close to an hour had passed since they had left the retreat. They slowed down and turned onto a dirt road leading into a low hills landscape. Tia and Shawn were becoming light headed and feeling a bit tipsy from the smoke and the fruit drinks. Tia was just talking away and giggling when the vehicle hit a big bump in the road. Everyone sort of bounced up and as Tia was jarred, she inadvertently put her left hand on the lap of the African sitting next to her. Her hand found a hard penis that was more than accepting. Embarrassed, Tia quickly removed her hand from his lap.

The African laughed. "Did you find something you did not expect?"

"I am so sorry...I did not mean to touch you like that. It was very improper but truly an accident. Please forgive me," she replied.

"I will only forgive you if you put your hand back," he countered. The African then held her shoulder and gripped her hand pulling it back to his lap. He pressed her hand against his hard erection and leaned over with a slight kiss on her on the neck.

"Please don't, please. I'm not that kind of girl. I've never touched a black man before and my parents would hate me if I did."

Tia was shocked but was also feeling the herb's second hand smoke along with the drink.  Here, she was sitting next to a very black African almost twice her age.  Her parents were not here she was far from home. Her thoughts were mixed in that she was becoming aroused yet fearful of this man and what he might expect.  Then again,  she was also feeling a strange excitement with her hand pressed against his hardness.  She tried to remove her hand but the African firmly held it in place.

She was certainly not innocent of sexual activity as her family had thought but the thought of this muscular charcoal black man holding her and pressing her hand against his erection was very erotic. Never in her life did she think a black man would excite her. No way. But, oddly she no longer tried to remove her hand. Instead, she became curious and her fingers began to grip the hardness bulging in his pants.  The African griped her right shoulder harder.

Strangely, Tia was also aroused by the shiny gold Rolex snugly on his left wrist.  A beautiful watch in contrast to such a black arm.  Tia had always had a fetish for gold jewelry....especially bracelets or a gold Rolex.

Tia had felt only two cocks in her life but they were white and not very large. The largest was with her former boyfriend who had seduced her several times.

Tia could no longer contain herself and nervously whispered: "You appear to have a big penis. Do most Africans have penises as big as yours?" Tia couldn't believe she said that.

"No, miss Tia. That is a myth but my father was big and I inherited a rather large manhood.  A young white girl like yourself has probably never seen a black penis, especially one this big," The African proudly replied.

"No, I have never had the desire to see a black man's penis...it would probably frighten me," Tia nervously replied.

"Well girl, that moment has arrived and I think you might not be so alarmed as you think," the African softly stated.

The African then unzipped his pants and out popped a long semi-hard jet- black penis. Tia was shocked. "Please, don't do that....my brother might look back....this is too weird.  You need to stop. This is not what I expected on a safari."

The African whispered back. "Miss Tia, do not be alarmed. If you turn around and pull the curtains back you will see the other two girls are enjoying their African men."

Although afraid of what might occur, Tia slightly pulled the curtain back and then almost gasped at what was going on.  One girl had a black cock in her and the other girl was giving head.

"Oh my gosh, what type of safari is this," Tia nervously asked.  "It is a safari and we will see animals in their habitat but we also invite whites to our habitat and culture," the African replied.

Tia was even more confused but could not help but be aroused by what was going on behind her.  The African then placed his hand on her jaw and looked into her eyes...."young girl, I am not here to harm you but I want to bond with you and share with you things that you never imagined. You are so lovely and I am very excited at being next to you."

"I certainly never imagined this. A black man with his penis out of his pants and holding me tight against him....no way," Tia replied.

The African slowly extended his left hand to below her neck and began to tug at her shirt. Tia, although alarmed, watched as his black hand unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt and softly crept inside. She was not wearing a bra so his hand found her white breast quickly. She was mesmerized at the crystal reflections of his watch as he slowly began to fondle her.

"Oh my gosh, this can't be happening....I'm sitting here and allowing a black African to touch my breast," she muttered.

Then she felt his right arm holding her more tightly and sliding from her shoulder to her waist.

After fondling her breast he removed his hand and softly lowered it between her legs. Tia slightly parted her legs as his black hand began to rub her loins.

Tia was feeling excited yet a bit frightened. A sudden small orgasm shot through her and she bit her lip not to let out a moan out loud.  She wondered to herself why she was letting a black African man touch her like this. Although aroused, she felt uncomfortable with black hands all over her.

"Please, you've got to stop. This is not right and I fear that my brother will see this. I do not know why I have let this get this far. You are not only very black but twice my age. My parents would disown me if they knew I allowed a black man to fondle me like this...please release me...please.

"Your brother is going to be taken care of by my friend. He will be no threat. He too will have a black sexual experience...he just doesn't know it yet."

Tia nervously replied, " That African with him is gay?....Oh my gosh...Shawn has never had sex with a man before."

"He will have it soon and will enjoy it," the African replied.

Just as the African said that, he griped Tia tightly and placed his lips on her mouth.  Tia's eyes grew wide and although shocked, she was even more aroused as his left hand unsnapped her pants and black fingers found her vagina. She wiggled as he pressed his tongue into her mouth. "Oh my gosh, A black man is kissing me and I am enjoying it," she thought.

Then something she never imagined....Tia placed nervously placed her hand on his penis.  As she griped it, his long jet black penis began to grow harder and she held it in amazement.  "It's so black and big...I cannot imagine a woman taking that inside of her," Tia sheepishly said.

As she held his manhood, the black African slowly pulled Tia down on the seat. She was becoming wet and being kissed by this black buck while holding his penis was overwhelming. It was then that Tia surrendered to the taboos of being absorbed by black flesh.  As a woman, although very young, her sexuality over powered her common sense and she was becoming resigned to being black fucked.

The sisters in the rear had wasted no time. One of them was now facing and straddling the tall African on the seat. Her pants were off and his black cock was buried deep in her bottom. Her arms were around his neck with her fists clinched from the initial pain of his hardness. Soon her juices were flowing and the pain went away. She moved up and down milking his erection. The African soon leaned back on the seat pulling her down with him and pushed even deeper into her body.

Her sister had her lips locked around the shaft of the other African as his tongue lapped her vagina. Both were on a stimulated high and about to fuck when he shot his load. With this African it was only the beginning. Her last encounter with this black African had gone on for most of a night.

Shawn had been so into watching the landscape he had forgotten about his sister Tia.

When he heard his sister gasp out loud, Shawn turned and look over the seat at his sister. The African had her pinned on the large seat and was kissing her as she was stroking his manhood. A big black cock with a small white hand holding on. "What the hell is going on Tia?"

"Shiii, do not be concerned with your sister. She is enjoying being with a black man. He is not harming her," the African next to him directly stated.

"But she is my sister and I have never seen her do anything like this," Shawn nervously replied.

The African next to him stated," all the girls on this trip are going to enjoy the company of black Africans. They are not forced to accept black lust, they desire it once they are exposed to it. Your sister is no different. Your other sisters back at the retreat are enjoying black African sex also."

Shawn was confused. "Well why was I brought on this safari? I am a boy."

The African put his arm around Shawn pulling him close to him. "You are here to satisfy my passions. I am very attracted to you." His black hand began to rub Shawn's crotch.

"Are you gay. Are you trying to have sex with me?" Shawn nervously replied.

"Listen to the moans and groan of your sister and the other girls. They are enjoying the lust of black men. I'm not trying to have sex with you....I'm going to have sex with you and you will enjoy it, trust me."

The African un-buckled Shawn's shorts and pressed him back down on the seat. Shawn could not believe that he was feeling excited being held by a man, especially a black man. He knew there was nothing he could do to avoid this man lusting on him. He was even more perplexed that he was getting hard from the dark black hand stroking his penis. Within a minute the African had Shawn's penis in his mouth.

Shawn then twisted to turn and look between the seats. Shockingly, he saw his sister lip-locked with the other black African as her pants were dangling from one of her ankles. The African was on top of her. Her legs were shaking and trying to grip his buttocks as he was stroking his black dick into her. Tlia was holding on to his bare shoulders while her eyes were closed and mouth wide open. She was panting yet begging him not to cum in her.

"Please take it out, pleaseeee, don't cum in me....I'm not on the pill and I don't want a baby...Oh, oh, oh, Oh...you're harder....no, no, ....Oh my God....you're going to cum into me....nooooooo"

Her small white legs then unlocked and then began shaking. Tia let out a groan as another orgasm shot through her. The black African began to spew his jism into her belly.

"Oh, oh, my gosh, you're spewing in me! You're splitting me. Oh my gosh, oh my God," Tia gasped. The African's charcoal buttocks was in full bore and thrusting hard as he drained himself into her young white body.

Her body became limp as the black African drained all of his spunk into her.  Tia was soaked with his sweat and the African slowly pulled his black dick form her loins. Tia was unaware that another black cock would be invading her now lubricated vagina. The driver would soon be on top of her also and shoot his load into her young body.

Shawn got even more excited as he watched his sister being blacked. He needed a release also. The African holding him was more than willing to oblige. Holding Shawn's wrists, the African again put a lip lock on his penis and began sucking him. At first alarmed, Shawn began to feel a strange pleasure as the African had his way. It was eerie but listening to his sister's moans and being held down and sucked on was over whelming. It did not take long before Shawn's penis erupted and shot a wad into the African's throat.

The African had also placed a finger into Shawn's anus and was stroking him. There was more to come.

The safari limo had already stopped. The area was secluded and quite. The only sounds about were those that came from the vehicle. The African driver and guard exited and then climbed back into the rear section. For the next hour the vehicle appeared to shake a bit. Not surprising since there were eager black dicks pounding white bottoms. A few squeals, shouts and moans drifted outside and into the wilds.

It would be the beginning of a long day and night in the African wilderness. Lives would be changed and for these Africans....their lust for white bodies would be more than satisfied.

One never knows the unexpected events of an African safari.  Especially if you are young and white.

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Posted 25 Jan 2011 15:00
Wow. this was the best of the Hart Family, I think. Halfway through I had to take out my hard white cock and surrender to my lusts. good job.
Posted 21 May 2010 06:37
it would have been nice to have read about the boy being taken by a hard black cock. The writer of this story has the touch and He definilitly has the black and white thing pegged. Kind of wish I could relive my youth and go on a safari, oh yea.

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