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Heaven Only Knows Ch. 01

By: RonDixen



The beautiful white sands of the north coast of Jamaica known as Montego Bay, displays a stunning combination of Old World warmth, Caribbean hospitality and an unmistakable inviting beachfront hideaway, offering privacy and seclusion, to the many tourist that ventured there. Not a single cloud dared to darken the brilliant azure skyline, allowing the unbridled solar rays of the yellow sunshine to send the balmy temperatures soaring in the high nineties. But tropical heat, radiant sunshine set on a seemingly endless horizon of turquoise water and blue sky, is exactly what one seeks when vacationing at this enchanting island in the Atlantic.

The Ritz Carlton Rose Hall is easily one of the most beautiful resorts on the island. Thousands of tourist flock there all year around to relax, behold the majestic mountain range along with the many natural wonders, indulge in the rejuvenating spa, play 18 holes of golf, or just kick back and soak up the sunshine. Located only minutes away from Donald Sangster International Airport and nearby shopping center known as the Half Moon Bay, the Rose Hall Plantation area of Montego Bay is a greatly sought after resort for holding conventions, business travelers, beauty contest and just plain old relaxation. Boasting 427 guest rooms along with 51 executive suites, an amazing 36 clubrooms, and of course the gloriously world famous Ritz-Carlton Club. All the rooms and suites designed for complete privacy, and intimacy featuring a stunning array of covered balconies with pastel-colored walls and stone columns. 

Mrs. Emma Jean Callaway covered her mouth in shock upon the sight of the huge suite she just entered. The lavishly laid out unit, was larger than many homes she'd been in back in Mississippi. The mustered gold colored carpet made her feel as though she were walking on air. She lightly held her breath as she gazed about the crimson red walls adorned with well-placed artwork depicting many of the island's landmarks and natural wonders. 

"Oh my God, look at this place." She exclaimed breathlessly, as she dropped her bags and darted into the bedroom. The king sized bed which was covered in a luxurious burgundy colored comforter dwarfed by the colossal size of the room surrounding it. In a child-like fashion she gently ran her fingers across the bed and reasoned that comforter was probably used to warm up from the frosty air-conditioning system. Gingerly she pealed back the blanket to reveal the black satin sheets and couldn't help but imagine herself snuggling beneath them. Overall the room had a majestic Renaissance appeal to it, a sight she was quite familiar with. In fact her home of Jackson, Mississippi was once a trading post built by French Canadian Louis Le Fleur1792. At that time was called Le Fleur's Bluff, until 1817, when the capital city was renamed Jackson. 

Ignoring the sound of her husband's voice speaking to the bellhop, she rushed into the bathroom and was stunned by the rose red marble wall, floor, whirl-pool tub, commode, sink and walk in shower, along with the many exotically hand crafted brass fixtures. Even the small rugs where made of what appeared to be polar bear fur. She slowly reentered the main room, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. She thought once or twice about interrupting her husband who loquaciously engaged the wiry built bellhop, who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face, when the sight of the early afternoon sunlight rippling off the ocean caught her eye. Kicking off her shoes, she strolled over to the enormous picture framed window and looked outside. The sight of the endless ocean on the horizon filled her heart with such happiness, that she gently placed her forefinger into her mouth muffle the gasping sound escaping from her throat. 

"Why this has to be the most beautiful view of the ocean I've ever seen."

She stood there it seemed like hours marveling in the magnificent picture perfect scene outside her window. Once again she was about to comment what she felt to her distracted husband, however, he seemed to be enjoying the zealous attention he was receiving from his listener. She glanced about the room again and noticed the large three-seat sofa, the red ribbon mahogany center and end tables, a huge desk that sat at the back of the room and was probably used as a study area. A black laptop computer sat on the desk and was surrounded by and connected to several small telephones. She sighed deeply and slid opened the balcony doors and ventured outside. The warm but breezy air greeted her and she tossed her head back and took a long but slow deep breath. Undoing her blazer she discarded the jacket, dropping it to the floor and climbed into a long comfortable chaise lounge chair. Placing her hands behind her head she closed her eyes and imagined what her friends and family back home would say if they could only see her now. 

She allowed her mind to drift back just twenty-years ago, when fresh out of high school she met her future husband William Joseph Callaway, a down and out store-front preacher, who had a measly 15 members and held his Sunday sermons in an old broken down trailer, which also served as his home. Back then everyone including her parents, warned her to not to marry him and if she did she be condemned to a life of trailer trash for the rest of her days, but there was something about the red haired, freckled faced youthful looking Evangelist that told her that if she was patient and supportive, that one day he'd make her proud. 

Being a young Southern Bell, most of her friends naturally sought after the captain of the football team, or some other business professional. For a while she actually began to believe they might be right in their original assessment, but in the mid-to-late nineteen eighties, the advent of TV Evangelism caught on and with the help of the Ronald Regan republicans backed by the religious moral majority, the Reverend William Joseph Callaway and his wife jumped on the train early and rode their way to television stardom. In ten years they went from trailer trash, to trailers of cash and in the end it was she and her fire and brimstone preaching husband who had the last laugh. But their success came at a costly price, constantly traveling to church revivals, speaking out on social, economical, moral and political issues, not to mention recording several TV broadcasts every week kept them more than busy. 

In fact family matters, maintaining a home and raising their two children all became secondary to them both as they sky rocketed to wealth, fame and fortune. They bought a luxurious mansion over looking the Pearl River, less than two hundred miles from New Orleans, but rarely spent time there. The last five years slowly began to wear on the gorgeous green-eyed blonde. With the children grown and out on their own, the lost of both her parents and the early signs of menopause setting in, the 48 year old former blue grass debutant, had grown tired of the constant cameras, lights, stages and podiums, especially all the lonely nights she spent at different hotel and motel rooms across the country, waiting for her much sought after husband to return from his late night missionary calls. 

Suddenly she longed for the normal life and a normal family. She decided to give up the tours and remain home, in the hopes of luring her overworked husband to share her newfound endeavor, however, the Reverend William Joseph Callaway III, always seemed to find some excuse to break free and get back out on the road. Finally she put her foot down, threatening to divorce him, which was considered a blasphemous act where they came from, if he did not at least attempt to restore the passion to their marriage. At first he bulked but eventually gave in allowing her to handle all the details of their most anticipated twentieth wedding anniversary and as she laid there on the lounge chair, bathing her already golden butterscotch complexion in the hot sunlight, she couldn't help but feel confident that this was the perfect place to start over again. 

"Well, well, well Emma, don't you look comfortable." William remarked.

"Oh Will, you're finally finished, for a moment I thought you were gonna spend your entire vacation with that bellhop." She answered. 

"Honey you know me, always willing to enlighten the ignorant." He smiled taking a seat in a chair beside hers. "So, how do you like the place?"

"Oh Will, it's...it's wonderful, do you see the view of the ocean?"

"How could I miss it, it truly is fabulous. I must give you a lot of credit dear, you really came through on this one."

"Thanks babe, I really appreciate hearing you say that. You know I've got so many plans for us. Let's start with lunch at Mango's Poolside Restaurant."

"No, sweetheart, I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little busy this afternoon. You see that colored boy recognized me, and said the members of his church are actually have prerecorded videotapes of our show. He was asking if I could stop by this afternoon and sign a few copies of my book Heaven Only Knows. So how could I turn them down? Anyway I have an even better surprise in store for you at dinner. 

Ignoring his compensatory offer she fired back. "You could have turned him down by telling him that you were celebrating your twentieth wedding anniversary with your wife."

"Oh honey, don't be angry, we're going to have a great time here. This is just one afternoon. After all you did say that you were looking for to a nice cozy bed when we arrived, so I figured you probably spend it napping."

"Yes I was looking forward to resting in bed...with my husband."

"Don't worry, you just relax and I'll be back in a few hours."

"A few hours," she snaps, "William how dare you come here with business aspirations on your mind?"

"You should know it well by now my dear. I am on a higher calling. I'm not just doing this for me or even for you, for that matter, what I do is in the name of Jesus Christ our savior. It is with his blessing that we went from dirt poor, to filthy rich, spreading the word of Christ is what I do best. Now we've come all this way, so let's not ruin it by bickering. I'm just going to visit these ignorant darkies and enlighten them to the will of Christ for the little good it'll do, you know these people are even more ignorant than the darkies where we're from." 

With that said he stood up leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. "Now you go on and take a nap, when I return we'll have a wonderful dinner together."

"Well if you don't mind, I'll go down to the poolside restaurant and have lunch, since I'll be spending the rest of the afternoon by myself." She snapped, knowing he was already out the front door. She slowly stood up and took one last glance at the beautiful scenery before her. Snatching her blazer off the floor, she made her way down to the restaurant. 

**

Two hours later and after a delicious meal, Emma sat underneath a bamboo balcony at Mango's Restaurant sipping on a Cherry rum drink as she curiously watched the scantly clad bodies at poolside. The air filled with the sounds of excitement and merriment allowed her to relax and take her mind off her distracted significant other. Unfortunately the joyous atmosphere aroused the bitterness feelings towards her life's situation. The alcoholic beverage combined with the romantic companionship of the couples she saw, made her long for romance in her life. Sure she had plenty of money, many people had seen and heard her sermons on TV, and for years this is what she craved but money and success is a poor substitute for love and romance. Fighting back her tears she took off her shoes and blazer and trotted on to the beach. 

The hot sand stimulated her toes and feet as the sound of the ocean filled her ears. She curiously watched a group of young children at play building sand castles and took a seat under a large bamboo umbrella, which shielded her from the sun but also allowed the cool ocean breeze to help her relax once more. 

"Excuse me ma'am, would you like something to drink?" A voice called to her. 

Startled by the sound of someone addressing her, Emma quickly turned to see a young golden brown skinned man wearing a uniform bearing the name of the poolside restaurant. 

"Oh you startled me, I didn't know you guys served the beach area as well."

"Yes ma'am, would you like some refreshments?"

"Sur...sure, bring me one of those cherry rum drinks."

"Very good, I'll be right back." The young man answered as he went on his way."

The tears in her eyes began to slightly cloud her vision and as she gingerly wiped her eyes to regain focus, she discovered before her a sight ascending from the ocean. 

His skin was the deepest darkest brown, every muscle on his body seemed glisten as the brilliant sun highlighted his massive figure. Emma wiped her eyes more rapidly to ensure what she was witnessing was real. The closer he came towards her, his powerful muscles rippled with each large stride he took. She wanted to turn away, but she found herself memorized by the huge man approaching her. Only a few feet away, his eyes met hers. At first his stare was fierce and intense, but after a moment or so, it vanished and replaced with a warm, gentle full smile, not only displaying his evenly white teeth, but also his richly handsome face as well. He stopped within two feet of her and gazed down. He had to be at least six-foot-five. His massive chest seemed to expanded a foot larger with every breath he took. 

"Hello malady, is everything okay?" He asked in a powerfully seductive voice.

"Yes, yes I'm okay thank you."

"You must be a new arrival to the island."

"Really, how'd you guest?" She answered with sarcasm, staring at her shoes and blazer"

"Your outfit looks a bit out of place on the beach, are you here for business?"

"I may as well be." She countered more to herself than anyone else.

"I sincerely hope that you take sometime to enjoy the fruits of my beautiful island. You both have so much in common."

"How so"

"You are both exquisitely and exotically beautiful." 

He slowly brushed away a patch of sand that clung to his evenly tight six-pack mid-section. A sight that did not go unnoticed by his curious on looker.

Emma was totally swayed by the seductive attention she recieved, and her eyes instinctively drifted below his waistline. The long heavy outline of his trunks told her all she needed to know and more. 

"Excuse me malady, I'm late for work, however, I once again sincerely hope that you indulge yourself on all of the fruitful delights of my island."

Emma's heart nearly stopped as the charming dark brown man began to walk away.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." 

His below shoulder length dreadlocks flung in the air, as he slowly turned back in her direction. Her greedy eyes devoured his flesh, as if she were capturing a photographic image in her mind.

"Yes malady?"

"I...uh...I uh...what's your name?"

"My name is Randle Hightower, you can call me Randy."

There were so many things that she wanted to say but reasoning kicked in and she replied.

"My name's Emma."

"Nice meeting you Emma."

"Nice meeting you too...Randy." 

He turned and began walking away. Emma eyes were locked on his strong hamstrings and his thick but hard protruding buttocks as it danced before her eyes, exhibiting strength and balance. Even as his large figure shrunk in the distance, she continued to stare, fighting the burning desire that was building up inside her. 

Hours later William and Emma sat at a table in a restaurant known as Horizon. One quick look out the window and one would fully concur that the name was totally apropos, as miles and miles of moonlit ocean stretched across the backdrop of the eatery. The couple ate silently and quickly as well. Emma could hardly wait to get back to her room, where she had something pleasant in store for her husband. 

"Waiter" William called out. "More wine please"

"Yes sir." The young man replied dashing off.

"So dear how did you like your meal?"

"It was delicious, the jerk lobster rice and beans combo was hot and spicy, but not half as spicy as what I have in mind for you once we get back to our room."

"Emma your fingers look a little cold, try warming them up with this." He smiled pushing a small, black, velvet-covered box in her direction 

"Why William Joseph Callaway, what have you gone and done...Oh my god, will you look at this?" She shouted as she opened the box and discovered a 21 karat platinum nugget bracelet with her name on it.

"Oh sweet baby, thank you so much." She reached out pulling him across the table and deeply kissing him."

"Emma, Emma please, a peck will do."

"Willy come on, loosen up and let's really have some fun for a change."

"We are having fun Emma, and please don't call me Willy, you know how I feel about public lewd and lavish behavior." He chided.

Titling her head in a "what's wrong with you like fashion," she asked.

"What's so wrong about two people married and in love sharing their affection in public?"

"That's what's wrong with society today Emma, that kind of brazen attitude. What a man and women do in private, is their business, what a made and a woman do in public is everybody's business. I can see you've been spending far too much time at home, maybe it's time for you to come back on the road with me."

"Nonsense sugar, remember that night behind the campus bleachers, you sure rang my bell..."

"Emma Jean...control yourself." He scolded. "Not only was that a long, long time ago, but it was also at a time we were both young ignorant and sinful. I hope we're both mature enough to understand that."

"There's nothing sinful about two married people sharing their love together."

"Of course there's nothing wrong with sharing our love, but everything is wrong if it is done in the improper and or immoral fashion. Ah yes, the wine is finally here."

Emma watched the waiter carefully fill both their glasses, but in reality, she was really trying to avoid the curious stares of her husband."

"Did I tell you that you look absolutely marvelous tonight, in spite of the fact that you're showing way too much cleavage and the slit of your dress is way too high."

"Was that supposed to be a complement," she snapped feeling the effects of the alcoholic beverage, "cause it was you need to tell the waiter to take it back to the kitchen, it's not ready yet. 

Trying to stay upbeat, she refocuses the conversation. "By the way I found a nice spot on the beach right outside the poolside restaurant; I hope you brought your swimming trunks."

"We'll see my dear, to tell you the truth, I don't know if I feel comfortable walking about here practically naked especially around these people."

"What people?"

"The darkies, they're very sinful people."

"That never stopped you from taking their money."

"That's because they're in great need of the Word Emma, after all these years, you should know that by now. These people are heathens and they could use all the help they can get."

"At any rate, why don't we go back to our room and get a little sinful ourselves?"

"My God woman, what's gotten into you, they'll be plenty of time for that, unless that was the only reason you wanted to come here for."

"And would that be a bad thing William. I'm not ashamed to say I love you and I love feeling you inside me."

"Say what! Emma Jean, that is enough. Now I am a man of God, and I enjoy...uh..."

"Are you trying to say sex, or maybe fucking." She laughed cutting him off.

"My God woman, has the Devil possessed your mind to speak to me like this? That's enough wine for you tonight. Now we'll remain here until after the show and then we'll go back to our room and I'll have no more of your foul language. Throwing his hands in the air he moans, "Oh Jesus please take kindly on this woman's sinful ways, for I can see that she has spent far too much time away from your mighty word."


Heaven Only Knows Ch. 01



Emma shot a glance at her husband displaying her anger and was about to continue when she was interrupted by the a loud voice, booming over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Horizon's proudly presents, Montego Bay's own, Beef Jerky Dancers."

The crowd erupted with thunderous applause and many of the patrons jumped to their feet and raced towards the dance floor. The lights went off and all that could be seen was the six women running about the room shaking and gyrating their bodies at the audience. Suddenly several torches were lit and the restaurant without warning began to have a jungle like atmosphere. The woman were athletically gifted and sent the crowd into frenzy as they flipped, split and pumped their tight well-endowed bodies. 

Emma, who was wearing her silky long blonde hair to one side of her face, stole glances at her husband, whose eyes were firmly trained on the young hot dancers. Just then a powerful roar began building in the audience as more dancers enter the room.

The women nearly dropped their wine glasses, spotting the male dancers, this held especially true for Emma who actually dropped her glass upon seeing who was among them. 

"Oh no, it can't be." She cried out.

"Huh, what do you mean honey?" William asked for the first time paying attention to his wife. 

"Oh nothing dear, nothing at all," She lied. 

With his body bathed in stage lighting and glistening oils, he pumped and gyrated his lower body with total control.

His body was even more beautiful to her than it appeared earlier today on the beach. He masculinely strode over, lifting one of the female dancers off her feet, pulled her close, just as she wrapped her legs around his waist, as well as her arms around his shoulders and together they began bagging their body's into each other. 

Emma cleverly spied her husband's intense stare before snatching the bottle of wine; pouring and downing another glass full. 

Once again the crowd roared as another female dancer launched herself in the air landing on the powerful ma's back, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders and began pumping him from behind. Although it was clearly an act designed sexually stimulate the audience, it was a thoroughly convincing one. The exotic dancers moved and pumped their bodies with an urgent like passion and energy that clearly connected with the crowd of onlookers. When the two females dislodged themselves from their human riding post. The extremely well built man faced the audience and beagn flexing his muscles and thrusting his pelvis out while subtly rotating his hips as he sunk to his knees. 

Emma's eyes grew wide with excitation at the sight of his long thick cloth covered cock flapping up and down, slapping against his stomach and the flapping down between his legs. She gave no thoughts to the fact that her hand had slipped between her own legs and was now massaging her clit. Her body shivered and her breath became short as she felt the sexually energy of her hand on her own flesh. He turned around and climbed into a front leaning rest position, as if he were about to perform a push up. Instead he began pumping his body down as if riding on top of someone. Up until this point the blond woman never realized that the man wore his hair in long dreadlocks that pulled back and tied together by a gold band of some kind. 

William took one look at his wife, and forgot all about his own excitement, exclaiming, "Oh my sweet Lord, what kind of place have we come to, but his wife ignored his comment as she gazed on in enchantment.

"Emma, I've seen enough lets go."

Grabbing his wife's hand he pulled her to her feet and was about to leave when the sexy dancer struts over to the table beside them placed his long cock on a plate allowing the woman at the table to fondle it. 

Emma locked her eyes on brown skin warrior while fighting the urge to join the other women as they stroked and choked the massive tool. The poor woman groaned as she saw the man stick his long tongue out at her, flicking it like a cobra. 

"Emma Jean, let's go!" William said snatching her away from the table and out of the restaurant. 

The walk back to the room was a quiet one, but that all changed the second their suite door closed behind them.

"You see Emma, that's exactly what I'm talking about, if that wasn't the most disgusting display of fornication I've ever seen then, I shutter to think what might be worst."

"Oh please, William for God's sake, it was just a tease. Those people weren't having sex."

"Remember, sinful thoughts leads to sinful behavior my dear. Why the nerve of those people, I got a good mind to bring a lawsuit against them, that'll teach them."

"I'm sure it was all in fun Will, try not to get too upset about it." Emma stated as she exited the room.

"Upset, upset, Emma I feel like Lot after he just escaped Sodom and Gomorrah. My God did you see the size of that black beast up there shaking that giant snake between his legs?'

"Did I" She whispers, knowing the prospects of her getting some loving tonight hinged on how quickly she could keep his focus. Quickly changing into a red-laced bra and panty set, she then slipped on some see through heels she bought just for this occasion and reentered the room. 

"I'll tell you what Emma these people are lost. All they think about is shooting their seeds all over the place, giving no thought to fathering the children they bring into this world. That's why they need preaching to, th..." His voice came to an abrupt halt at the sight of his wife, body glowing in the candlelit room.

"Emma, you...you look so beautiful."

"You really think so?" She asked innocently.

"Why...why yes of course."

"Then show me." She demanded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and thrusting her open mouth on his. Emma took her time making sure not to become overly aggressive, knowing this would quickly turn her husband off. After several minutes she reached down felt his hard cock straining the fabric of his pants. She loosened and removed his necktie and shirt. As she slowly sank to her knees, with one hand she helped him remove his sock and shoes and with the other hand she continued to stroke the bulge in his pants. Smiling up at him she undid his zipper pulled his pants down. The smell of his genitals filled her nostrils and caused her to groan loudly. Losing herself in the moment she pulled out his hard cock and slid it right into her mouth. 

William allowed his wife to slobber about his love organ for a minute or two before forcefully pushing her away. "No, Emma no, this isn't right. Come over here."

"But I want to Will." She cried.

"No baby that behavior's beneath us." He stated laying her down on the bed. 

He hovered over her, grabbed and spread her legs wide open.

"Will you at least eat me?" She pleaded.

"No, that behavior's behind us, don't worry, I'll be good to you." He reassured pushing his thick mushroom head of his dick inside her tight pussy.

"Oh no Will, I'm too tight, I'm not ready."

"Don't worry, just let me get inside and I'll get you ready."

"Nooo...nooo, sssss, I don't mean that way I need, ahhhhh!" She screamed as she felt his forceful entry.

Totally obvious to his act of brutality, he continued plowing deep inside her love canal. 

"Oh, oh no Will, oh Will it hurts, it hurts!" She shouted.

"Yeah, that's right, I know it feels good to you, ah yes my dear, oooh yeah it feels good."

Emma tried desperately to warm up to the pounding she was receiving, but the more she tried the more she felt as though this was a one-way sexual encounter for her husband's enjoyment. 

"William I love you so much." She whispered in his ear and then tried to kiss him. But her show of affection dashed when he turned his head to one side and went on his way pounding and slamming into her.

Discouraged and frustrated she was about to push him off her, when the image appeared to her. At first she felt guilt, but with just the simple thought, her juices began flowing and her body came to life. Within seconds she went from sadness to exhilaration as her body push back giving in to her fantasy.

"Yes, oooh yes, fuck me, fuck me, do it, it oh don't stop yessss!" unfortunately just as she began enjoying herself.

"Oh Christ, oh God, oh, oh I'm coming Ooooh!" William cried out, firing his copious load deep within her hot pussy.

The second he finished William climb off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "See my dear, I knew you'd enjoy it." He stated arrogantly.

"William" She softly called.

"Yes my love?"

"Could you just...I know you're tired but I'm still so hot, could you eat me till I cum?"

"Now Emma, let's not get greedy. It was great, even wonderful, don't you think you've already had enough orgasms for one night?"

"I didn't cum at all Will."

"Nonsense, I've been with you long enough to know, you had a goodtime and I'm tired, besides I think it's time we abstain from deviant sexual practices."

"You make it sound like it's a crime to lick and suck each other." She charged.

"And perhaps it is. Listen Emma, we're two middle-aged people, who've spend the better part of our lives getting closer to the Lord. We should be spending more of our time reading and understanding the Word, not licking and sniffing over each other like two horny teenagers."

"William Joseph Callaway, do you even realize that you practically rapped me. No warm up or foreplay, just get it hard, ram it in and cum."

"Emma listen to yourself, you sound like some whore, you're the wife of a reverend, a man of God, and for God's sake woman get the devil out of your mind. These lusty thoughts of yours can only lead to damnation. Now I'm going to take a shower and we'll have no more of this disgusting conversation." 

As the door slammed shut, Emma couldn't help but realize that it was a symbolic of another door being closed on her life. She listened intently to the running water from the shower as she slid her hand between her legs. With the vision clear and unobstructed in her mind she quickly had a powerful orgasm that told her that although one door was closing on her life, another was about to open.

**

The next morning the couple had breakfast at Cohoba's a local restaurant that specialized in some of the finest signature coffees. Emma wore a shinny electric blue bikini outfit with a matching robe, while her husband wore his pinstripe suit. Both outfits disapproved by the other's opinion. It seems from the moment they woke up they were arguing and even after a hearty breakfast neither party was ready to back down. Emma ordered a cup of rum coffee, which was also against her husband's approval, little did he realized that she now took pleasure in annoying him. 

William stared out into the parking lot and watched the rows of palm-trees swaying in the morning breeze. But with a beautiful tropical morning staring him in the face, all he could think about was his anger towards his rebellious wife.

"Emma close your robe, your breast are showing again." He growled. 

"Oh come on Willie, everyone here has either got them or seen them before."

"Good then you don't have to put yours on display, and stop calling me Willie."

"I thought we came here to relax, and celebrate our love, after all, it is our wedding anniversary, we're in Jamaica, beaches, palm trees a beautiful sunshine and a great big ole ocean, and you walk out here with a three piece suit looking like a dude."

"I told you, I'm going to the morning sermon at the local church and I suggest you come with me. Lord knows you are in dire need of the Word of God. You and all the rest of these darkies around here, after last night, I would've thought you'd understand that by now."

"Your sermons can't mean much, especially when you look down on the very people you claim to be helping." She countered sipping her beverage.

"Very well, but I must say that I am terribly disappointed in you Emma, had I known that you would behave like this, being down here with...these people, I would never have agreed to come here."

"And had I known you had become a bigoted, narrow minded, racist, know-it-all prudish, amoral preacher, I wouldn't have requested we come either." She fired back.

"Emma Jean Callaway, what in God's name is wrong with you?" Has the devil stolen your mind for you to speak to me this way? I'll tell you what then. Since you've chosen the wicked and sinfully lust filled ways of Jezebel, I'm going to the sermon this morning and don't look for me to come back this afternoon either. You can spend the rest of the day with your dirty, nasty, lustful disgusting thoughts. Perhaps I'll return for dinner and if I do, we'll order in our room. And I'm warning you woman, if you chose to continue with this blasphemously decadent behavior, I will cancel this trip and we will go back home." He tossed his napkin to the table and stormed out of the restaurant without so much as a wave goodbye.

The green-eyed blond continued to sip her coffee, and stared out at the ocean waves as they gently rolled back and forth along the shoreline. The tranquilly of the moment along with the heavily caffeinated beverage soothed her and allowed her mind to drift back to her late teenage years, in the months before she met her husband.

It was the summer of 1975. Although most to all the schools were integrated by now, Blacks and Whites were still unsure or uncomfortable in a state of propinquity. She'd just turned eighteen and was truly the southern bell of the town and she wore her mantle proudly. Her father own one of the largest farms in the area just outside of town. After bickering back and forth with her mother Contessa to get the house painted. He finally agreed to hire someone to do the job. Forever the cheapskate, her father decided to hire John Brown a janitor from her school to do the job. Emma was shocked and surprised to discover when he showed up that his son was the star player on her high school basketball team. Jefferson Brown was six-foot two inches tall and extremely well built. Late one afternoon as the two men painted the outside of the house, Emma peeked out the window and saw the shirtless young African American man painting right outside her window. His hard muscular body was drenched in sweat. His light brown eyes and bright smile caught her by surprise. She watched him many times on the basketball court but there was something about seeing him at this moment that made her curious about him. His reputation as a womanizer was well known, but his confidence made her nervous, because unlike his father and most of the older Blacks in town, he had a self-assurance and an almost arrogance as if he was God's gift to women. For reasons she didn't fully understand at that moment she decided to open her window and deliberately antagonize him.

"Hey boy, you better be careful. I'd hate to see you fall off that ladder and break your neck."

"Shit, if I fell off this ladder I'd land on my feet like a cat."

"Bullshit, you must really think you're something special."

"That's because I am, baby."

"Watch your mouth Black boy, and remember your place."

"Oh yeah and exactly what place is that?"

"You're talking to a White woman."

"And?"

"And you know what happens to boys like you who get fresh with White girls."

"Yeah, we turn your ass out." He arrogantly replied. 

"What...what did you say to me?"

"I think you heard me the first time."

Struggling to find a good comeback line she shouted.

"If my daddy heard you say that, he'd have your Black ass hanging from the highest tree."

"And because I'm hung, when I'm finished with you, you'd be calling me daddy."

Emma's mouth flung open as she stared at this strong, confident brown skinned man. 

"How dare you speak to me this way? Nobody speaks to me that way."

"Then maybe it's time someone did. Shit I've seen those punks you hangout with. Always kissing your ass and catering to you like you're some kind of princess. Man, they act more like boys than men, that's probably why ain't none of them fucked you."

"Why you foul mouth bastard. I'll have you know that every one of those guys I spend time with, will go on to be big time men, while all you'll ever be is a janitor or some fucking shoe shine boy."

"You're probably right, only because those same guys won't level the playing field, but that's beside the point, cause I got something none of them punks can give you."

"And what's that black boy, a shoe shine?"

"No baby, I got a big black dick and I'll fuck the living shit out of you." 

Emma had never had anyone speak to her so forward and with so much confidence. She stared into his eyes for what seemed like several minutes. Her legs were shaking as she leaned against the window panel to gain support. 

"You ain't gonna ever get this Black boy."

The strappingly strong youth grabbed the large bulge in his pants, showing off his virility.

"Well that's a shame, cause the way I see it, then you ain't gonna ever get this."

Jefferson could feel the electricity between them and climbed to the top of the ladder, which placed him inches from her thick, quivering legs. 

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"Of course not, it's 88 degrees."

"Then why are you shaking?" He asked staring directly between her legs.

"Cause I know what you want, I know what all you boys want"

"Forget about what I want. What do you want? Better yet, what do you need?"

The young woman bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Ssss, stop looking down there like that."

"Would you prefer if I touched it." He asked extending his hand out and gently making contact right between the crouch of her daisy duke shorts. 

"Oooh don't do that." She whispered.

"Shit, I could do a lot more than that." 

Emma's eyes nearly jumped out her head as she witness the boy's head extending and his tongue about to lick her."

"Jefferson!" A loud booming voice called out. "Jefferson, get down here now boy!"

The young man was so engrossed in his encounter that he totally forgot he was on a ladder and as he jerked around in response the ladder fell back and sent he falling to the ground. Thankfully the bushes of the front yard broke his fall.

His father quickly ran over and once he was sure the boy was okay, he immediately launched in a harsh scolding. Emma didn't have to guest what it was about.

"I thought you said you'd land on your feet?" Emma laughed closing the window.

Although it appeared she'd had the last laugh, her panties and shorts were soaking wet. It embarrassed her to think that this uppity Negro boy had had his way with her. She decided then and there to get even with him.

It took her two weeks but her plan was cleverly thought out. She knew that Saturday evenings after working Mr. Brown and her father would sit out on the porch and drink blackberry brandy, while her mother finished cooking dinner. During this time Jefferson would steal a nap in the old shed behind the house. And that's when she made her move. Creeping to the back of the house and making sure she wasn't seen, she opened the shed door wearing the tightest daisy dukes she could fit into. Her thick legs glisten in the late afternoon sun, she tied a yellow shirt into a bow just beneath her firm grapefruit sized breast. As she closed the door behind her, her heart began beating more rapidly with each and every step she took deeper inside. Small beams of sunlight eerily pierced through the wooden boards illuminating the shed. Squinting her eyes she tried to find the young man but was shocked when she realized he wasn't where she had expected him to be. Suddenly fear took hold of her and she started to wonder if this was a good idea after all. She retraced her path back to the doorway and was about to open the door, when someone touched her hand.




Heaven Only Knows Ch. 01



"What's up Emma, you looking for me?" 

She spun around to see the Jefferson stand next to her, parts of his hard body shined and glowed from the intruding sunlight. 

"Well, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for you boy, I got something I wanna give you."

"Like what?"

"Like this." She seductively opened her shirt revealing her large tits, and then began fighting to pull down her shorts, exposing her bushy center.

"Whoa baby shit, you know I'm down but not right here."

"What's the matter daddy, losing your heart?" She mockingly stated.

"No, no, it's not that at all, our parents are practically right outside." He answered nervously.

"So what about it, are you afraid you'll be so big that I'll start screaming?"

"Maybe"

"Well there's only one way to find out." She giggled.

"No Emma, if your father catches me in here with you like this, he'll have me tarred and feathered."

"What happened to all that bullshit you were talking about before?"

"Listen, I can backup anything I said before. If our parents weren't out there, I'd fuck your sweet ass into next week, but right now is too dangerous." 

"Well, I'm afraid you don't have a choice anymore. Now I suggest you get down on your knees and eat my pussy like you were about to outside my window." She ordered.

"Nah, any other time but now, I'm getting the fuck out of here." He whispered reaching for the door handle.

"Boy if you step out that door, I'll make your every fear come true." She threatened. 

"What...what do you mean by that?" He asked seemingly frozen at the door.

"I mean if you open that door, I'm gonna start screaming and hollering like Aretha Franklin, that you tried to rape me. By tomorrow morning you'll be hanging from the old oak tree outside this shed. So what's it gonna be Black boy." 

"No please Emma, this shit's too risky for both of us."

"Uh, uh, the way I see it, you're taking all the risk, now I suggest you get to work before your daddy comes looking for you." 

The young woman watched with hot anticipation as her would-be lover slowly sunk to his knees. Reaching out with both his large hands, he surrounded her thighs, pulled down her tight shorts, and lifted his head until it disappeared between her legs. His moist tongue licked against her erect clitoris as she observed his head dancing back and forth between her quivering legs. Her long red fingernails palmed the back of his head and began forcing his head closer inside her.

"Ssss, oooh eat me pussy Jefferson, oooh eat me, eat me." She moaned. Leaning back against a shelf behind her, she lifted, spreading her thick legs up over his broad shoulders. 

It took him some time to relax and accept what was happening but once that happened, the young brown skinned man, began to take charge. Using his closely cropped coarse hair he began rubbing against her clit sending prickly chills through her. 

"That's right Black boy, show me what you got, spit shine my pussy, ssss, awe... ooh yesss, spit shine my...uhhh."

The intensity of his grip increased around her thighs, as he methodically rose up, kissing her along her stomach, palming and kissing her breast. His thick lips smooched and sucked her firm nipples. The wet sucking sound he made, caused her to shiver inside as she cam powerfully, biting her lip to keep from screaming, even then, a deep guttural moan escaped her lips, but by then it was too late, as her hot pussy began convulsing, raining steamy hot cum down on her young black lover. 

"My turned," she panted, sinking to the floor, yanking down his overalls, snatching out his long thick black cock and sliding it right into her mouth as if she owned it. She sucked at a furious pace causing her young lover's knees to buckle. With a powerful grip she pulled it from her mouth making a loud popping sound. For a moment or two she just stared at how long, thick and vascular it was. She could literally feel it pulsating in her hand, when her eyes locked on to his washboard abs. She licked his mid-section passionately as she continued to stroke his throbbing member. Rising up she painted a wet slippery coat of saliva over his wheel barrel chest, sucking and gently biting his nipples until they were firm and erect. Finally her mouth met his and they kissed, longingly, passionately, forgetting the world that existed outside the shed. In one swift motion he swept her off her feet and carried her over to his makeshift bed, made of old blankets and laid her down. 

Emma watched anxiously as the muscular shadow hovered over her with serious intentions. Lifting her legs up, she felt the head of his hard cock stretching her pussy lips.

"Ohhh my God, oooh my God Jeffer...son ooooh nooooo!" She moaned as inch after inch slid deeper into her. The warmth of his cock thumped against her vagina walls, bringing her to immediate orgasm. Moved to tears she pulled him close and forced her tongue into his mouth. 

"Oh baby yeah, I can feel your tight pussy all around me." He moaned.

"That's cause I got your big black dick all swelled up inside me daddy. They continued to lie tightly joined, afraid to move and lose themselves in the emotional passion that was consuming them both. 

Finally Jefferson lifted himself off her and was about to plunged down deeper, when she began crying softly.

"Oh daddy, go slow, please go slow or I'll scream, I can't take it." 

"I...I can't either. Ooooh shit it feels so good 

Slowly but deliberately he lowered himself inside her love canal, stealing her breath away. His hard dick felt like hot steel sliding in and out of her. 

"Oh baby it's too hot, I can't hold on much longer." He groaned.

Using all his brute strength, he bored down into her, forcing every single inch of himself inside her tight hot pussy. Gripping a pole just over and beyond her head for leverage, he rose up on his toes, straining every muscle of his rock hard body, gritting his teeth and shaking his head back and forth, causing his sweat to drip into her eyes.

"Oh shit, here it comes Emma, here it comes, I got to pull out now!"

"No, daddy, no. I want it inside me, I want ever drop of it inside me, sssss I wanna have your babies." To insure her request was followed, she locked her legs around his waist and bit his neck, while digging her fingernails into his back to prevent him from escaping the inevitable. 

She gripped his shoulders as she felt his throbbing cock stiffen even more and suddenly burst froth with blast after blast of hot come. At one point she felt as if she had a hose inside her shooting hot water. 

His body remained rigidly hard for another minute or so before he could relax. Emma used this time to lick and kissed the sweat from his face. 

"Oh no Emma, look what you made me do, look what you made me do?"

"I gave you what you wanted." 

"Yeah but not like this, suppose you get pregnant?"

"Then you gonna be the daddy. That's what you said right."

"Come on, stop playing like that."

"Yeah I got your black ass now boy. From now on you're going to fuck me whenever I want it. And you're gonna do whatever I want, or my daddy's gonna come looking for you with his shotgun and I don't think it's gonna be for marriage either." She laughed.

"No, baby this is wrong."

"Oh don't punk out now. You said you were the big man now prove it. let's do it again."

"No, no"

"Why not, I can still your dick inside me hard, you're ready. Let's go." She commanded. 

"Jefferson!" The sound of his father's voice approaching the shed nearly caused the young man to skeet piss on his lover as he rapidly pulled out. 

"Oh shit I got to go..."

"You pissed on me, so you're a real freak huh?"

"No, no I got to go."

"Promise me will do it again."

"Okay, okay we'll do it whenever you want I swear. I got to go Emma please."

"Okay boy, but you better keep your promise." She giggled grabbing and kissing his cock and then his lips, just as the shed door was opening. 

Jefferson leaped to his feet and rushed to the door pulling on his overalls.

"Boy it's time to go, stop fooling around. Wait a second, what's that smell in here. Boy I know you're young and horny, but do that shit at home, suppose Mr. Askew came in here? Now let's go." 

"Yes sir, I'm right behind you sir." As he closed the door behind him, Jefferson glanced back in the shadows and saw the kneeling silhouette. "Chow baby." He whispered closing the door shut.



Heaven Only Knows Ch. 02



Special thanks to (ill.eat.wince) and everyone who offered their constructive advice.

*

Emma's little game with Jefferson lasted a little over two months, but all hell broke lose when her periods stop showing up. Jefferson joined the army right after she told him, just to get out of town. But when her mother found out, she demanded that she get an abortion regardless, accepting God's fury over the town, which would have surely destroyed the family's credibility. It took many months of her mother's brainwashing before, she gave up on her first love, in order to wipe the slate clean, her mother introduced her to William although she never thought that it would lead to marriage, her mother hoped being with the religious lad would at the very least straighten her life out.

Losing herself in the moment her flashback, Emma never noticed the large figure standing beside her in present time. 

"Excuse me my lady, is this seat taken?' A strong voice asked her.

"Oh, oh my, it's you."

"Hmm, sounds like you were expecting me."

"Not really but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see you again." She stated honestly.

"I take it you enjoyed my show last night?"

"Maybe a little too much"

"Yes it seems your husband was rather displeased with the show."

"Well, let's just say that from my husband's perspective, you're doing the Devil's work."

"I see, so your husband's a man of God?"

"Now how did you know that, or was that just an educated guess?"

"Mrs. Callaway, you and your husband are quite popular here. And I'd be lying if I didn't say that you are a very, dare I say extremely, attractive woman. When I saw you there on the beach yesterday my heart went out to you. I know you are lonely and in need. I could see it in your eyes, the way you spoke to me, and the way you called my name. A special woman like you is worthy of special treatment. I believe I am a man of deep faith as well, however I also believe that the planet we live on has been created for more than ancient rules and lawful doctrines. I believe that one should enjoy themselves as long as it is not at the painful expense of someone else." He paused briefly to gaze deeply into her eyes, before continuing.

"My lady may I speak frankly."

"Hold on Randy, if you really know of my husband and I, then I'm also sure you know that we regard infidelity as a terrible, terrible sin, worthy of damnation. We regard lust, and lewd behavior as a sin against the all mighty God." She exclaimed.

"I'm sure you must also realize that sin begins in your thoughts, and if that is true then you are already condemned before the act is committed. You know that the real shame is the fact that a beautiful, sexy woman like you hides behind the fear and restraint."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked with agitation in her voice.

"May I speak freely Mrs. Callaway?"

"I thought you already were."

"Hah, hah, touché. I am a man of principles, in other words, I don't follow blindly, I lead and when all is said and done, if I was wrong then ultimately it will be me and myself alone that will pay the price. But suppose, just suppose, I followed someone without question and then when my end is upon me I discover that not only was I mislead but I will also have to suffer for someone else's mistake." He smoothly rubbed his large fingers together as he continued to stare into her eyes.

"My lady I am not ashamed to say I want you. I want to make love to you until we both pass out."

"Uh, Randy, I'm not stupid. You're a very large and incredibly sexy man, you probably have more women chasing after you than there are coconuts on trees. Now what's does a great big, handsomely strong, and sexy man want with a middle-aged wife of a preacher?"

"I want to give to you, the same thing you want to give to me, a night of love, passion, and crazy sex." He reached out grabbing her hand and placing it on the huge bump protruding from his shorts.

Emma snatched her hand away in shock.

"Oh my God, how dare you?"

"Please forgive me, my lady, perhaps I was mistaken about you." He said rising to his feet.

"Wait a minute, no sense in you rushing out of here, besides, if you tried to leave out of here now with that thing poking through you're pants you'd probably get arrested." She laughed.

"Yes, and it would be your fault, because this is what you have done to me. " he chided. "I have a proposal for you. Let's spend the afternoon together. I would greatly enjoy your company."

"Why, so you can seduce me, I know what you want."

"True, but I'm also giving you every opportunity to help you get what you want."

"And is that what I want," she exclaimed in a coy manner.

The large walnut colored man, simply chuckles and answers; "I'm giving you the opportunity to escape from that prison you're in, to be free of your fears and reservations, and to release all that liquid lovin' you have trapped inside of you.

The sound of his strong, deep masculine rhapsody voice, caused her clitoris to tingle and she stutters in response. "Where would we go?"

"Let me lead the way?"

"Well lead on sugar."

Randy took Emma about the island showing her many of the natural wonders and while explaining the fascinating history. As they strolled along a quiet section of the beach, he took off his shirt, showing off his powerful body in the red orange late day sun.

Emma freely looked at him now without fear. Almost instinctively, she reached out stroking the muscles of his thick back.

"Oh that feels so good, you have magical hands."

"Now you know there is nothing magical about my hands."

"He begs to differ." He countered pointing to the stretched fabric of his shorts.

"In the name of...does that thing ever go down?"

"Not until he has his way." He answered seductively facing her.

The blonde woman glanced quickly about her, ensuring they were alone before reaching out and squeezing it. "Well let's just see what we can do about that."

Not another word was spoken between them. He gently palmed her face in his hands and pulled her lips to his. His manly odor invaded her nostrils and she knew there would be no turning back now. With one hand firmly on her ass he lifted her up slightly, and the other hand cradles her head forcing his mouth to completely cover hers.

Emma leaned backwards feeling totally submissive to him. However they both leaned back too far and fell in the sand. After a brief laugh to relieve the tension, Emma reached down and began squeezing his cock again. Before he could kiss her again, she began licking the center line of his lightly haired chest and slowly worked her way down to his shorts. Reaching inside, she pulled his enormous cock out and began licking it from hooded tip to the heavy base. She slid several inches into her moist mouth and hollowed out her cheeks. Well over twelve inches, she used both hands to guide and hold his huge member steady as she pumped his cock with one hand while sliding down and pulling up with the other. When she heard a subtle groan escape from his lips, she knew he was enjoying what she was doing, but not as much as she enjoyed servicing him. The salty taste of precum filled her mouth making it easier to swallow a few inches more.

"My lady you honor me with your mouth." He whispered.

He lifted his arm casually and then dropped his heavy hand down on her ass, making a slapping sound that allowed a muffled moan to escape her lips. His pipe was rock hard as she pulled it from her mouth to admire the large veins that resembled an expressway along his cock. Feeling his cock stiffen even harder, Randy gently pushed her away.

"Come with me." He said lifting her off her feet and carrying her to a rock enclosure along the beach. In order to go inside he carried her a few yards into the water. Once inside the sound of the rushing ocean waves crashing against the rocks made a whirling howling like sound.

"Do you hear that sound? It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"That's the sound of nature's symphony. And we're about to join the orchestra." He smiled laying her down on a surprisingly smooth layer of flat rocks.

"Listen carefully my love. I'm going to lift you up through that hole up there. Don't worry I won't let you fall. But hold on to the jagged rocks to at least brace yourself."

"What are planning to do?"

"I want you to become one with the ocean."

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"It is said that a woman's love is as deep as the ocean, so as you stare out into the ocean, I don't want you to just look at it, I want you to join with it."

"I'm sorry sugar but I don't really..."

Raising his hand and waving her silent, he held her hands, whispering in her ear. "This is not a time for questions, but a time for feeling. It will all become clear in a moment." Placing his large hands on her waist he hoisted her up through the hole.

Still unsure what to make of what he was doing, she grabbed the edge of two protruding rocks and braced herself, that's when she felt her bikini bottom come off. She felt the warm breezy wind whistling through the rocks blowing lightly against her exposed pussy and that's when she realized what the giant had in mind for her.

His long hot tongue made contact with her insides and immediately began darting and flickering about.

"Oh eat my pussy Randy, yes, yes!" She moaned lustfully. Wave after wave of passion engulfs her. It almost felt as though he were trying to force his entire head inside her. Fighting the urge to scream, she bit her bottom lip trying to maintain control, but that had been lost long before now. His tongue forever moving unpredictably sought out and found her rose bud anal entrance, giving her sensations she'd never felt before. His powerful hands held her firmly allowing her to feel secure enough to use one of her hands to fondle, caress, and pinch her aching breast nipples. However her sense of security disappeared the second his long thick finger penetrated her tight but wet asshole. This was something she'd never experienced before and it drove her mad. She wanted to protest, but every time she opened her mouth nothing came out. Once again she reached out in desperation to hold on to the rocks as his finger pushed deeply into her and somehow he managed to balance her with one hand and continued attacking her throbbing clit with his tongue. Nearly in a state of panic she was about to scream when the voice of her lover called out to her.

"Become on with the ocean, let yourself go."

Somehow the sound of his deep sultry voice soothed her and as she slowly regained control she stared out into the vast ocean that filled the horizon with only the crimson sun blazing in her eyes, sat in the center of her fiery universe. And indeed she became one with the ocean. The waves crashing into the rocks became one with the waves of orgasmic passion that crashed within her body. She became one with the constant movement, it's depth along with it's warmth, yes and even the blazing sun in her eyes became a reflection of the fire in her heart, and the flames of her burning love channel. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she lost all conciseness of who and where she was, a floating sensation was all in her my body and soul. Tears of joyful freedom filled her eyes and she let go of the rocks. She felt a sense of being lowered back inside the rocks, but she didn't fight it. Be that as it may, reality came back to claim her as she felt her pussy being stretched open by something far larger than any tongue. It felt painful but for only a brief moment. Once the massive head poked through, her eyes rolled back in her head once again and she leaned back against his chest.

Emma couldn't believe she was taking him so easily. Even when it felt like he was pushing against her stomach, there was no pain, only unbridled passion. as though she were sitting on a spoon, as he slowly easily guided her up and down the long length of his swollen donkey size cock. She felt him leaned back against the wall of rocks and open his legs wider to brace himself, other than that, he never jittered or shook. His grip remain firm and his rigid body hard, just as hard as his cock which he began sliding in and out of her at a more rapid pace.

Reaching back she massaged the muscles of his biceps, triceps and forearms, she could feel the tight veins protruding and pulsating with the same throbbing sensation that filled her sloppy wet vagina. She leaned back even further darting her tongue in the air, until his mouth found her and they licked and kissed as best they could, lost in love, lost in passion and hopping they'd never be found.

Finally he gently lowered her feet to the ground pulled out of her. The farting like noise filled the air and she could feel her gaping pussy protesting the unwanted vacancy. She fell to her knees and rolled on to her back, using her hands, squeezing the throbbing pussy between her legs as she cried.

"Put it back in please, put it back in me!"

With barely enough room to maneuver about, her massive lover squatted down, pulling her legs open and began eating her pussy again with a frantic urgency. Then lifting up her legs he licked and kissed her soft toes and feet, caressing and massaging her body as she shook almost convulsing and cried out once more.

"Put it in...put it back inside me Randy please, oh God please don't tease me!"

The huge man looked down on her with a smile as large as his persona and then suddenly his face took on a more menacing glare. "Now I am going to fuck you."

The sound of his threatening voice frightened her, for if he was about to fuck her now, what was he doing up to this point? She laid there watching him wave his long hard dick at her, as her body shuttered with the thought of what was about to happen. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead as he pushed his cock into her juicy pussy.

"Ohhh, oooh God, ooo, oooh yeah, ooh Ran...dy noooo!"

Totally overwhelmed and overjoyed, her body began jerking and convulsing as the massive intruder invaded her love chamber. He stopped three quarters of the way in and started pumping when she gripped his shoulders and commanded.

"Push it all the way in, I want to feel every, every inch of you." She moaned.

"I don't want to give you too much to quickly, my lady."

"Make me take it, force it in me!" She demanded and he was ready to oblige. Bracing his arms and hands on a rock over her he commenced slamming himself into her with his great strength.

"Oh my lady this is heaven, this is heaven!"

Feeling light headed he plowed harder and deeper into her until he felt the point of no return rising up within his boiling loins. He pulled his arms down and now wrapped them around and behind her thin neck. With his huge cock buried to the cock hairs embedded in her love canal he began pumping at a frantic pace that had them both howling like werewolves at the sight of the moon. His warm sweat dripped down into her eyes and mouth and she relished the salty taste of his masculine taste, which accompanied it. The contorted look of ecstasy came over their faces as he jammed, slammed and stabbed her with reckless abandonment. He slammed into her one last time with all his might, grabbed and tightened his hands on her throat as if he were literally strangling her. Twisting his head from side to side he hollered.

"It's here, it's here!"

His cock erupted violently, spitting and firing, the first few shots came in short rapid spurts, but the ladder ones, were long copious streams of thick gooey cum filling and eventually running out the sides of her shivering pussy.

They lay there for hours and even made love again. It was as if the entire world did not exist beyond the walls of their secret hideaway. Emma enjoyed playing with his long thick dreads that nearly reached his buttocks as much as she enjoyed playing with his long thick cock. However as the moonlight rays began poking through the cracks of their little make shift love nest, Emma regretfully knew she'd better get back to her room and with a well thought out excuse which wasn't going to be easy.

Randy continued to lie there watching her put back on her swim wear and asked.

"Will I see you again?"

"Oh I don't know Randy, in spite of everything, I still think it's wrong what we did."

"We can't always be right my lady."

"And we can't always justify bad behavior by placing the blame on others."

"That's true, but you can't deny your true feelings either."

"Listen Randy," she said, her hand softly stroking his full beard. "I'm a married woman and a preacher's wife at that. I have done many sermons and preached to millions of people through TV, on moral decadence and yet here I am cheating with another man behind my husband's back. I don't know how I could ever look that man, my husband, in his eyes again, hell, I don't know if I could ever look in my own eyes again."

"You can and you will, because you are strong, far stronger than you look. Will you at least do me this honor, there is a souvenir shop close to your hotel, if you change your mind, give this coin to the old woman in the souvenir shop and I will find you."

Before she could say another word, his lips were on hers and they kissed like there was no tomorrow.



Heaven Only Knows Ch. 03



"Emma Jean Callaway where in the hell have you been?" William shouted grabbing her arm.

"Why; do you even care?" She replied snatching her arm away.

"Of course I care. I came home to take you to dinner and make things up to you from last night and this morning. Now where the heck have you been?"

"Well for starters, I hung out at the restaurant by myself, then I went swimming by myself, I ate lunch by myself, strolled along the beach by myself and took a nice long nap."

"Oh sweat Jesus, your tongue has the tone of a serpent's. Do you actually expect me to believe that?"

"Frankly at this point sugar, I don't care what you believe, I mean, when you leave someone or should I say abandon someone the way you did me, can you blame me for thinking you didn't care?"

"Emma, what the heck are you thinking? Of course I care, but lately you've been acting like some carnal sex driven Sheba. Now I understand that you're probably longing for things to be the way they once were, but my dear, we have grown so much since then. We can no longer allow lust and sinful wickedness to guide our thoughts. The bible says that temptation leads to damnation."

"Is that what you're afraid of Will?" Do you really think I'll go to hell for kissing your cock?"

"Absolutely it's a sin, Emma where's your head been for all these years?"

The middle-aged wife simply smiled as a nasty little thought went through her mind.

"The road to damnation isn't a large thorough fair with plenty of intersections, but a small narrow road with even smaller intersections and once you start down that road you're through. We've talked and given many sermons on this. Why are you acting as if you've never understood what this? We are saved children of Christ, a righteous and moral people."

"We have been married for twenty years Will, twenty years, I understand the when and who we sleep with but, I can't believe that you've allowed doctrine to dictate what we do in our bed."

"I love you Emma but sex is the original sin, and we must be wary of its practice or we will surely fall victim to entrapment. Please don't give in to the carnal persuasions of lust?"

Emma barely heard a word he said as she closed the door to the bathroom behind her as tears ran down her rosy cheeks.

After a nice hot shower Emma climbed into the bed with her husband who attempts to hold and caress him, however, he quickly spurns and rejects her.

"I'm very disappointed in you Emma, I can see that being among these heathen people have brought the worst out of you. I'm making plans to cancel our vacation tomorrow." 

**

For the next two days Emma acquiesced to her husband's threats of canceling the vacation, not necessarily because she didn't want to leave the tropical paradise but more so because of the guilt she felt for her infidelity. Unfortunately all she got in return was harsh scolding, endless lectures, and a putrid dose of insensitive, one-way sexual intercourse, which was always in her hubby's favor. Her husbands increasing paranoia about the sexual activity and inferiority of the brown skinned people of the island had grown out of control. But deep inside what troubled her most of all was the void left between her legs without her strong dick Jamaican lover to fill it.

The White Witch Club House is an 18-hole golf course with spectacular panoramic views of Jamaica's mountainous countryside and turquoise-blue waters. The winding hills that surround it make it a tourist attraction for even those not interested in the game. In spite of how much she enjoyed the view, the blonde haired preacher's wife was steadily losing her patience. She literally begged her husband to let her go to one of the many beauty spas on the island; however he rejects, and rebuts her with a lecture about the sexual temptations and the alluring promotion of fornication that dwelled there. She sat in the backseat of the golf cart listening to her husband preach to an English gentleman whom he played golf with. 

"You see William it's really not all that complicated to understand." Jack Madison proclaimed. "The natives of this island continue to hold on to many traditions, pagan rituals and practices, as a result we find many of this acts rather primitive. The fact they're preoccupation with sexual stimuli is only natural."

"Maybe Jack, but sexual deviation is all over. I tell you, sometimes I'm amazed that the Lord doesn't just open a whole and drop them all in at once. Between the Internet, TV, movies, and video games it's becoming damn near impossible to find good clean, God fearing Christians anymore."

"Ha, hah, ha, I know what you mean sir, why the other evening, my wife and I actually saw this couple performing on the beach in broad daylight. And you should have seen the black brute, his...uh, you know looked like you could hand a flag on it at half mass. 

"Uh...how revolting," William growled.

"Sounds like you had such a good time watching Jack, maybe you both should've joined in."

"Blimey, what say you?"

"Hah, hah, hah, hah, forgive my wife, she's quite the jokester." William nervously laughed throwing dagger like eyes to his wife."

"Indeed she has, a bit warped for my taste I'm afraid aye. Mrs. Callaway, how do you like the island so far?"

"Oh I just love the vainglorious sound of self-righteous rhetoric, it sounds so...so snobbish."

"Hah, what a sense of humor," Jack laughed loudly. ""She sounds like a left-winger, but it's not surprising, given the degree of perversion bombarded on us daily by the liberal media."

"Well that's my goal, to preach and teach and reach these perverted people, but to tell you the truth, I think they're just beyond the reach of God but I'll keep trying." William stated.

The more Emma listened to them the more disgusted she became. Maybe it would be best if they just went home, she thought as she rolled her eyes at them. As she did this, something seemed to catch her peripheral vision. She turned and squinted in the direction of the curious sight. Suddenly her eyes blinked widely. Shaking her head to make sure what she was seeing was indeed real. She realized that the huge powerful figure belonged to Randy. Even from the distance of at least five hundred yards, his wheel barrel chest and tree trunk thighs looked huge and powerful. Like images flashing through a nickelodeon, Mrs. Callaway's mind searched for an excuse, any excuse to escape her situation. She could feel the electricity shooting through her clitoris and was practically stroked it as she spoke.

"Excuse me William, but I need to go back to the club house."

"What on earth for, William inquired."

"I need to go."

"Oh that's no problem, there are plenty of rest areas along the course, I'll have one of the boys take you..."

"Uh, that's okay, I'll just go back to the main house and grab me another slice of that carrot cake." She lied. 

"Well hold on I'll have one of the boys bring you a cart to escort you back."

"Great, I'll get out here and just tell the worker I'll be here by the tenth hole."

"No my dear that's not necessary, we'll wait." William offered.

"No, you boys go on and have a good time, I don't mind waiting a few minutes until he gets here."

"Very well, if you think you'll be okay?" Jack asked. 

"Don't worry now go on, I'll be okay. 

She watched carefully until the cart descended below the hill. Immediately she looked down inspecting her outfit. The white cotton jumpsuit she wore clung tightly to her well-shaped body. Her pink and white, open toe sling backs might've been a bit much for the golf course but would now be perfect for what she had in mind.

She meticulously retraced the path behind her hoping her seductive lover would be patient enough to wait for her return. After several minutes of walking she began to believe she had waited to long to make her move when the sultry strong voice filled her ears with delight. Giving a deep sigh of relief she turn to discovered not only was her brown skin lover standing near to her but he was stark naked with his enormous cock waving to her in his direction. Disregarding who or where she was, she immediately stripped off her top and allowed her size 38 D-cup breast to dangle in the air as she approached him. 

"I can see you've missed me as much as I've missed you." Randy stated.

Randy nearly lost his breath as he saw his cock sandwich between the Emma's round breast and then sucked into her gapping mouth. The dreadlock wearing Mandingo lifted his long arms in the air, grabbing a firm tree branch, and proceeded to do pull-ups as he pumped his hard tool into her hungry mouth. Rippling jolts of pleasure shot through him as his lover relentlessly pumped hard and faster on his cock. Taking advantage of her position, she went beneath and between his long legs and began licking, sucking and tickling his balls. 

"Yes, yes take it, take it all." The proud Jamaican moaned deeply, losing himself in ecstasy, but unaware that the branch had weakened carrying his weight and snapped un-expectantly sending them both crashing to the ground. 

"Are you okay?" Emma asked worried.

"Does this look like I'm okay." Randy answered waving his hard tool at her once more.

"Oooh that's the first hill I've wanted to climb all day." She cooed.

"Hah, ha, better bring your knee pads." He countered.

Emma quickly crawled over, mounted and slid the sloppy wet cock inside her.

"Sssssss, aye, ahhh my...woo, wooo, uhh it feels like it's tearing me apart!" Emma shouted.

"Take your time my lady. Work your way down." He counseled.

"Ohhh, oooo it feels even bigger than before."

"Come on baby, you can do it, just take your time."

"In spite of his encouraging words, the look of pain etched on the woman's face told him she was losing her will.

"Listen my lady, you are in control. Do not concentrate on the size or the pain but the pleasure and your desire to have me inside you." He panted trying to keep himself from shooting his load before they even started.

He extended his hand to her, which she quickly took and placed in her mouth, sucking and licking his fingers as if they were mini versions of his massive tool that continued to fight her reluctant entrance. Closing her eyes she sucked feverously on his fingers, occasionally rubbing her own saliva on her face. The more she focused on this task, the more her love canal loosened and inch by inch she managed to slid down. With his free hand he firmly grabbed her hip and forced her down completely impaling her on his powerful cock. He smiled proudly as he watched the woman pounce slowly up and down like a horse in a carousal ride. Together they moved in unison, a sexual harmonic unity, even their moans were well time creating a passionate chorus of love calls. 

Emma began to fill comfortable once more with the thick hard cock sliding through her. "Pull your knees up sugar." She asked gently.

Once he complied she placed both her hands on his knee caps and pushed herself up to the point where only his uncircumcised head remained inside, and then suddenly she slid back down forcing, almost punishing herself with the pain that was rippled throughout her pussy. 

"I'm taking all this dick for you sugar." She cried rising and falling again and again and again. Soon their mouths opened but not a sound escaped. Her body began vibrating and shivering uncontrollably.

Randy could not only see what his partner was going through, but he could feel it as well. Her tight vagina began bending and twisting around his cock. He felt the warm wet liquid spraying down on him and he knew it wouldn't be long before he fired his load. Grabbing her hips with both hands he forced her down with all his might and twisted his head in the cool shaded grass. Gritting his teeth he lifted his torso up and pulled her down even tighter.

"Take it, take it, take it all!" 

The tip of his dick was on fire and he felt it expand just as the first shot blasted out of him. Moving quickly he rolled her on to her back pulled out and shot the rest of this load on her face, breast, and stomach. 

Staring at each other with bewilderment in their eyes, they listen to the sound of nature around them. Emma reached up and gently stroked his shrinking cock, milking the remnants of liquid from it. 

"I think I better get back to the club house." She lamented.

'No, I want you to come with me.' He stated making it sound more like an order.

"I...I can't my husband will probably get there before me and where will I say I've been all this time?"

"Tell him that after being around all these clubs and holes, you've discovered a new interest in golf yourself."

"That's not funny Randy, I really need to go." She insisted, but her lover refused to take no for an answer.

"My lady you have given me such pleasure and you have enriched my life with your warmth and beauty, please do me this honor, and come with me. I want you to meet the people who are special to me."

"I, I can't." She stated shaking her head.

"I feel this maybe our last night together our only night, lets make it last, please I beg you."

"But why"

"Because there are doors that remain closed within you, a chamber of secrets so to speak, I want to be the one that opens these doors, at least for one night."

"But the question remains, what do I tell my husband?" She asked becoming annoyed at his persistence. 

Squeezing her hand he looked intently in her eyes before continuing. "Your husband will understand."

"You obviously don't know my husband." 

"Please, please come with me and I promise, it will all be okay."

His soft brown eyes and youthfully handsome smile melted her resistance and as he authoritatively led her away, she put on her clothes and followed him loyally.

**

William completed the 18th hole and arrived back at the clubhouse searching for his wife. "Excuse me but have you seen a tall blonde wearing a white jumpsuit?" He asked the desk clerk. 

"Oh yes Mr. Callaway, you're speaking about your wife. No I haven't seen her since she left with you."

"Really, maybe she went back to the room." He speculated out loud.

"By the way Mister Callaway, we received a call from the Reverend Moore, he requested your presence at the church. He said it was an urgent matter."

"He did, well I guest I could stop by there on my way back to my suite. Listen call my suite and tell my wife, I'll be there shortly, I'll stop by the missionary first."

"I will do just that sir." The desk clerk agreed.

"Good now call me a car." He ordered. 

A half hour later he entered the main office within the missionary and approached the desk clerk. 

"Hello Mister Callaway, so glad you could come. Unfortunately Reverend Moore had to leave but he said he'd be back shortly, would you like to wait in his office, it's much cooler there?"

"Hmm, that's strange, he invites me here and then leaves before I show up?" He wondered.

"I can assure you reverend; the wait will not be a long one." The beautiful African woman stated. 

"Well alright."

"Very good sir, this way, I'll take you to his office."

Reverend Callaway looked curiously at his escort and sensed something very familiar about her.

"Uh, excuse me once again but have we met before?'

"No sir, I don't believe we have." She answered innocently. She gazed at him with velvety soft hazel eyes, that complemented her shinny, smooth, chocolate brown skin. 

He couldn't help but notice the length of her skirt, which was way above her kneecaps.

"Uh, forgive me for saying so, but don't you think that skirt is a bit short for a woman working here in your position?"

"Oh I hope I haven't offended you?"

"I'm not the one you should be concerned with my dear." 

The young lady became so anxious about the length of her shirt that she now over compensated by pulling it down to the point where now her firm and voluptuous ass was half out of her skirt. 

"My goodness child, are you having one of those famous wardrobe malfunctions?"

"Mr....I mean, Reverend Calla...Callaway, I apologize, I guest I pulled a little too hard." The young woman cried.

"Take it easy young lady, but I suggest you get to the bathroom and make some repairs."

"Yes sir right away sir." As she nervously backed away, she didn't noticed that her blouse had become entangled on a small protruding nail in the bookshelf. When it pulled her back, she knocked into the bookcase and an amazing series of events took place. Several books fell from the shelf, she turned quickly in an attempt to catch them ripping her blouse open, as she tried to fold her arms and cover her bra, and the tiny strap on her skirt gave way allowing her skirt to drop to the floor. In a panic she bent to grab her skirt, yanked the blouse against the nail, ripping it completely open. In only a few seconds the young woman was now standing in front of the reverend with nothing more than her bra and panties. 

They both stood there in total shock, looking at one another with a look that said, did you see what just happened. Several tension filled seconds past without a word being said.

"I'm sorry Reverend Callaway, oh I'm so sorry." The girl cried. 

"Hah, ha, ha, ha, I can't believe what I just saw." William laughed, not menacingly but rather compassionately. 

The girl smiled innocently at first but eventually shook her head and laughed along with the elder man. 

"Girl you need to take that act on the road, what a performance, heh, heh, he. Don't worry I understand."

Once again the room went silent for a moment and then erupted in laughter. 

The Reverend found himself overcome with euphoria. It seemed every bone in his body shook in response as he totally let go and then it happened. He staggered back continuing to laugh almost out of control. Tears fell from his eyes. Not since he was a young child had he felt himself so loose, so free and so full of life. But as his laughter subsided he began to realize that he was incredibly hard. His cock was stretching the length of the fabric of his pants and resembled a flagpole protruding out in front of him. A sight that did not go unnoticed by the young woman before him.

"For her part, the woman seeing the aroused and erected reverend almost validated her position. From a man's perspective, a dick is brutally honest, and an accurate barometer of whether is hot or not and judging from the elongated stretch in his pants the good reverend was up full throttle. With a coy and innocent smile she subtly began rotating her body like a belly dancer. Seductively she step out of the torn skirt, and walked over to the astonished on looker. With each step she advances, her movements cunning and calculated, knowing that if any word or movement were too aggressive, she'd lose the moment. By the time she reached him, she could clearly see his chest rising and falling quickly as he watched with tantalizing delight. Placing her body next to his, she rose up on her toes, kissing him while massaging his imprisoned cock. 

William searched for reasons, he prayed for strength, what he got was chills up and down his spine, feeling the tight hands of the young woman gripping his pipe. Her eyes, her innocence, enchanted him and he could feel the warmth of her shapely body pressing against his with an urgent need. 

Like an expert she somehow managed to pull off his jacket, open his shirt and was now softly running her long fingernails through his hairy chest. As she slid down to her knees and undid his pants. The reverend finally managed to speak.

"No, no this isn't right, I am a man of God, I will not give in to this."

"Oh really, well you don't have too but I want a second opinion."

"You want a second opinion from...whom?"

She smiled pulling the zipper and releasing the prisoner within his pants. "I want his opinion, and I believe he is saying all systems go," she answers, sliding his hard cock right into her mouth. 




Heaven Only Knows Ch. 03



"Ohhhh, ohhhh God please give me strength!"

She sucked his cock as if sucking a frozen milk shake from a narrow straw. Her cheeks hollowed and her mouth pulled with an urgent rhythm that took the spiritual man's breath away, preventing him from protesting. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and admired its length and thickness. With a deep guttural groan, she licked around the enlarged head, tasting the salty precum, then she ran her lips and tongue along the sides, nursing and adoring it. The sound of her wet juicy mouth slobbering and slapping wetly about his rigid dick made his knees quiver and the walls of resistance, which held his passion, lust and desire crumbled down. 

"Yes you little slut, swallow that cock, yeah, swallow my dick you sinful little bitch!" He cried. Placing both his hand behind her head, and started pumping his cock deep down her throat, literally fucking her mouth. However, the caramel colored skin vixen did not fight his brutal assault on her mouth. But occasionally she planted her hands on his upper thighs and when she began to gag, she'd push herself off his tool, just long enough to catch her breath. Then he'd grip her head once more, forcing his cock down until his cock hairs tickled her nose. He pumped like a mad man, with little to no regard for her aching jaws, but he could easily tell she love every moment of it. Once again she pushed away from his slimy cock, as streams of salvia spilled from her mouth. Coughing and gagging, she panted trying to catch her breath, but her dominant lover had no intension of letting her recover from his assault. He forced her mouth back down on her more harshly than before, and each time she pushed away, he plan to intensify efforts. 

Suddenly William felt light headed. As he looked down at the girl between his legs, something came over him. Perhaps it was a rush of adrenaline, a wave of passion, or a primal urge. Whatever it was, it gave him a sense of animalistic power. He growled down at the woman who pulled away with an almost fright in her eyes.

"Get up on the table and on your knees slut." He commanded.

The young woman obeyed, quickly climbing on top of the desk sticking her huge brown ass in the air awaiting his mounting. He pulled his pants down and positioned himself directly behind her. Using his large cock-head he teasingly pierced and probed her dark brown pussy lips pushing an inch or two inside and then pulling back out and rubbing it up to her asshole pushing just a tad before going south once more. 

The woman now totally excited and filled with thrilling anticipation, began rotating and twisting her ass, begging to fucked. 

"Oh yeah daddy, ooh yes, put in, put it in me please."

"You want my dick you little bitch, then beg me for it, beg me." He demanded.

And beg she did. "Oh please fuck me, please I need to have your hard dick inside my tight little pussy, please fuck me, fuck me with that long hard thick dick! Ssss, I need you to ahhh!" She cried as he plunged his cock past her pussy lips deep into her hot canal. 

Grabbing her hips he stuck her with reckless abandonment, ignoring her moans, disregarding her cries, which only made him even harder. The force from his powerful thrusts nearly caused her to fall off the desk. She desperately clutched the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life, as the passion driven reverend drove his cock home like a maniac. 

William had never seen an ass so perfectly round. It felt almost as if he were pushing his cock inside a firm brown colored peach. It bounced back in forth in rhythm to the pounding it was taking. He pulled out briefly to admire its majestic firm yet soft and shinny appeal, when the sweet internal funky odor filled his nose engulfing him in a moment of sexual bliss. He palmed one cheek with his hand, reached up grabbing hair and began slamming, ramming and stabbing her with his hot, hard tool. Her hot wet pussy made strange sounds, wet sticky gooey, slushy noises as if communicating to him in a language all its own. 

"Oh sweet Jesus why has thou forsaken me?" He shouted. Staring down at her backside, he focused on her tight anal entrance, as visions flashed across his mind. Once again he tried to regain control of his raging sexual instincts, but the small hole puckered displayed so invitingly as if calling him forth. This behavior was all new to him. All of his life he held his emotions close and sexual desires in check, but now with freedom at hand these same emotions now pushed him over the edge trampling over his rigid moral attitude. Images of his childhood reoccurred to him, the sight of his father drenched in sweat pounding his mother unmercifully. His mother crying for him his father to stop, along with the sight of his father firing jet streams of white liquid in his mother's mouth and all over her face. The sound of his own voice as he ran into the room begging his father to stop hurting his mother and despite their reassurances that it was all just an act, he pretended for their sake that everything was okay, but in reality the scene had distorted his outlook on the sexual experience and in order to move on he bottled these feeling and emotions, locking them deep down inside him. And now they had finally been unleashed, like an evil genie from a bottle. 

He pulled out of her throbbing pussy replaced it with his hands making sure to gather as much lubricant as possible and then slid his finger into her taut booty hole, followed by two and then three fingers. 

"Oooo daddy, oooh, ssssss, ooh daddy ooo, you're gonna take that tooo, oh no!" The African woman whined nervously. He looked down on her with a grimacing look of bad intensions. Pulling her legs off the desk and placing them on the floor, he continued stabbing his fingers into her and relished the way her body gyrated to the movement of his probing hand. In one swift motion he removed his finger and slowly but steadily drove his hard cock into her anal cavity.

"Aye, aye daddy, Ooooh daddy nooo, it's sooo big!"

"Yes and you're gonna take it, I going to fuck the hell out of you bitch!" He fired back. 

Trying to lesson his assault the woman stood upright squeezing her cheeks together, trying to prevent him from pushing in any further. This act only enflamed the beast within him, as he now grabbed both her shoulders, forcing her down on him.

"Aye...aye...uhhhh ooooh!"

The insides of her ass felt like a soft ruffling vacuum tube expanding and collapsing around his swollen dick like a wild animal he pushed her back on to the desk and plowed down into her hard and faster, harder and faster, until he found he could no longer stand upright. He leaned over her backside and started foundling her large breast still trapped within her bra. Grunting and groaning he shot his load into her, biting and nibbling on her ear, with words he'd never spoken before.

"Oh yesss, oooh it feels like I'm dying inside you!"

The young woman continued pumping her ass around his cock well after and beyond his ejaculation. 

His cock was still semi-hard when the cold harsh reality returned, slapping him in the face with guilt, shame, regret, and remorse for what he had just done.

"Oh my God, what have I done, what have I done?"

"You just fucked the hell out of me." The girl answered limping away from the desk. 

"I must have been possessed by the Devil himself to commit such an act." Stricken with fear, he quickly found a scapegoat for what he considered a monumental backslid.

"You...you did this to me, who are you woman and what demonic spell has thou cast on me to behave like this?"

"My name is Sheba and I am not from the church." She answered.

"Oh God, you've been sent here by the Devil." In a wild eyed rage he ran forward snatching her by the throat and squeezing tightly. "In the name of Jesus, I demand that you release me from this curse, this wicked sinful spell you've placed on me. Release me now or so help me, I will kill you witch were you stand!"

"Yes! Yes I will release you, just let me go!" She managed to say chokingly.

He let her go, no longer able to completely comprehend fantasy from reality. 

Surprisingly, the beautiful Jamaican woman was rather calm and tranquil as she spoke to the frenzied reverend.

"If you truly seek freedom then you must come with me, tonight, there we shall find someone gifted with the talents you seek. But we must leave now, we have a long journey ahead of us."

"Where are we going?"

"Into the mountains, it is there that you will find the answers you seek."

"You better not be lying to me witch." He warned.

"I have no further reason to do so sir." She responded as she managed to pull what was left of her clothes back on. 

As they were about to exit, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Wait a minute. What about the Reverend Moore, suppose he shows up when I'm gone? We better leave a note."

"A note will not be necessary Reverend Callaway, Reverend Wright has no knowledge of your visit here today. It was I who left the message for you at the White Witch Club house."

"Oh dear Lord, the White Witch Clubhouse, what have I gotten myself into?"

** TO BE CONTINUED 



Heaven Only Knows Ch. 04



For the first time since establishing a relationship with the man called Randy, the preacher's wife was beginning to fear him. He had taken her miles away from her resort and somewhere deep into the forest. Thoughts of never leaving here began flashing through her mind as the shadows of nightfall cascaded around the island especially deep here in the forest.

"Where are we going Randy?"

"Some place very special to me, come this way?"

Her sense of reasoning seemed to leave her as her fear began to intensify. Off in the distance she could see a small fire burning and the closer they got, the sound of voices singing or chanting could be heard. At one point the poor woman wondered if he belong to a tribe of hungry cannibals, who sexually seduce their prey first before taking them into the jungle to be eaten alive. With each and every step the chanting grew louder causing the hairs on the back of her arms and neck to stand on end.

"Wait Randy please, I ...I can't go, please take me back to my suite?"

"We're almost here, please don't worry my lady." He calmly reassured which was no reassurance at all for the panic stricken woman. 

"This is a very special sacred place, only the eyes of the most special tourist are allowed to view what you are about to see."

Emma felt relieved at least he was referring to her as a person and not as something on a menu.

Stepping into the clearing Emma stared with-wide eyed curiosity. Before her a large circle of flaming torches, within the circle another circle of men playing drums and chanting something she could not understand. As they approached the circle two young woman no more than 18 or 19 years old ran up to them presenting a small bowl containing a red liquid. Randy took the bowl, drank most the contents down, and then motioned for Emma to do the same.

"What is this?"

"It is a scared wine, it will relax your mind and body. Please drink it but not completely."

Still a bit skeptical she trusted him enough to try at least a little. It was deliciously pleasing to her parched taste buds. She then handed his bowl back to him. Emma struggled within herself to understand what was happening, but went along for now.

"Wait here for me, I will return shortly for you." The powerfully built man stated walking closer to the circle. Suddenly the music and the chanting stopped and the circle opened allowing the massive man to enter and then just as quickly close and encircle him. Once again the music started playing as did the chanting, this time the rhythm was more intense and the chanting was significantly louder. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see one of the young girls handing her another bowl of what she believed was berry juice spiked with some kind of alcohol. Taking a sip, the beverage was smooth and thirst quenching. She drank most of it down before turning her attention to the circle. She stepped closer to see where Randy had gone but the smoke made it hard for her eyes to focus. The longer she stared the more she began to doubt what her eyes were revealing to her. When the vision became clear, she threw up her hands covering her mouth in shock.

There was Randy standing in the center of the circle stark naked with that enormous dick of his stiff and hard, with two young women holding on to it. She shook her head to clear her vision but what she saw afterward was even more astonishing. Two other women ran their hands about his massive torso, while two other caressed, kissed and licked his legs feet and toes. The women swooned over him each adoring his body, worshipping his very manhood. Then just as suddenly the women pulled away and began dancing and twisting, contorting their bodies exotically to the sound of the drums which grew louder and louder every second.

Emma noticed another group several yards away within another circle but could not make out what was going on. When she looked up again Randy was now dancing along with the women seemingly lost in the intense rhythm. It was at that moment she realized that the women in the circle accompanying him were the same women who danced with him that night in the club. Their sweaty oiled covered bodies danced in and out of the shadows with astounding sexuality and athleticism. Randy aimed his long thick and proceeded to shove it down one women's throat until it was gone from sight. The other woman dosed his body in oil and brought him more bowls of the berry juice. One by one he imbedded his hard tool in each of them and the former southern bell found herself wishing to be there with him. Randy had been right, the juice had indeed relaxed her and without guilt or shame she deliberately slid her hand into her pants and gently fondled her moist pussy. Soon she became one within the sound of the rhythm and danced in time to the beat. 

Once again the music stopped but it took Emma several seconds to realize it had. When she opened her eyes, she saw the circle opened and Randy standing by her side with his hand reaching out for her.

"Not a word was said as she took his hand and followed him obediently. The eyes of the crowd were transfixed on her as she passed them by and once she reached the center, the circle closed, and then music started again. 

Randy broke into a sensuously exotic dance that caused her to drop the bowl. He fell to his knees and mamboed over, yanking her pants down. Before she could react his large hands gripped her hips, forcing her legs open and sliding his head into her blonde colored bush. He lifted her off her feet, while continuing to dance, sucking her quivering vagina. 

Emma pulled off the sweat top jacket, followed by her bra. She gasped loudly seeing the Jamaican man rip off her panties and hungrily sucked her pussy. All the while the music continued to grow louder and stronger.

He flipped her upside down and she knew instantly the deal. Grabbing his dangling cock and she sucks it tightly, squeezing her lips around the rock hard tool. The moment he laid her on the ground two women rushed to her side, licking and caressing her body. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine such a situation. But the berry juice subdued her reaction and before she could say a word, her pleasure zone kicked in and she freely opened her legs allowing the women between her legs, easy access. While another woman kissed the firm nipples of her breast.

Emma tossed and turned her head back in forth as ecstasy took hold. She heard a cry, which startled her shortly. She looks down to see Randy riding the woman who ate her pussy. She climbed back to her feet swaying to the sound of the drums. For a moment she saw the other party yards away. Three or four women were grinding and riding someone on the ground. She smiled feeling totally free, danced over to Randy, and began licking the sweat from his hairy chest. Slowly she licked down the length of his chest, past his abdomen and to the top of his bushy pubic hairs. The broad smiling Jamaican gradually pulled out his dick, leaving in just the head inside the whaling woman. Emma crawled in between them both and ran her tongue all about his exposed cock. Moving slow but steadily in and out of the hot pussy surrounding his throbbing cock, allowing his white queen to kiss and lick all about the massive vein circumference. 

With a warlike holler Randy pushed the women off him. The two women climbed to their feet and danced away the circle opened allowing them to exit. With the women gone and circle closed again, the music started up along with the chanting. 

Randy danced with a wild look in his eyes. Placing his hands on Emma's shoulders he pushed her down to her knees. She watched his big cock dangle up and down before her mouth. She stuck her tongue out tasting the precum and licking her lips. She was about to put his cock in her mouth, when he suddenly pushed her down and the music picked up the pace, he grabbed her ankles and placed then on his shoulders and then he slid inside her.

"Oh yes, oooh yes, yes yes!" She screamed at the top of her lungs but was thoroughly drowned out by the drums, which grew louder at a feverish pitch. The crowd chanted louder and louder as he pushed deeper and increased his pace. Her orgasm came powerfully and the moment it finished another came and another. 

Emma's body trembled but she dare not move knowing that to move even an inch would increase the pleasurable pain of the commanding dick that pulsated and stretched her pussy open. Their bodies collided together slapping as he rose and fell, by now she'd grown use to his pounding and began thrusting her body up to meet his descent. She felt his cock stiffing and his body shaking and she knew it wouldn't be long. The drums grew to a deafening level but right in time to the beat. She dug her nails into him, tears falling from her eyes. He cradled her head in his large hands and kissed her deeply as he tore into her, stabbing and sticking until his sperm shot into her with spasmodic convulsions. 

The music came to a stop, but Randy continued to kiss her. 

"Our spirits are married, and now we are one in spirit." He whispered in her ear. "Now I will take you home."

He grabbed her hand tenderly as she struggled to her feet. She turned once more behind her at the circle and saw something that made her blood run cold. Snatching her hand away from him she rushed back to the circle and stopped dead in her tracks. Of all the sights she could've have seen, nothing could compare to the sight of her husband William Joseph Callaway lying on top of a woman, just as spent and exhausted from love making as she was. She quickly turned away and ran back to her Jamaican lover and they fled the scene.

The Mercedes Benez came to a stop right outside the Ritz Carlton. Emma took Randy's hand and squeezed it tightly as if afraid to let go. She sat quietly the entire trip back. But that didn't mean her mind was devoid of questions.

"Randy tell me please, when we left that ceremony back there you said we we're married in spirit. What does that mean?"

"It means that our souls are joined together in a spiritual marriage. It's an ancient ceremony that is celebrated by my people."

"But Randy I told you I'm already married."

"Yes and so am I. The women within the circle are all my brides. However, I need no ring to prove what we share, for our marriage is in our souls and we will always be together."

Ignoring his statement she fired back. "Your wives, then how did we have something special if I share you with those other women?"

"Search your heart and recall our moments together, and then you will understand that what we shared can only be shared by the two of us."

"I don't understand, but if you're trying to say that the experience was memorable then I guest you got a point." After a moment of thoughtfulness, she asks, "I think I saw my..."

"Yes, his spirit has also joined with another, but hold no malice in your heart, because from this day forward, the dimly lit fire dying inside you both has now been rekindled through and your love for each other will once again ignite."

"Goodnight My lady, perhaps our spirits will meet again, I will think of you often and always."

They shared a long kiss before Emma pushed him back.

"I still don't understand, what does all this mean?"

"It means that you have both discovered a part of yourselves that must remain with you alone. As an honorary member of the tribe, the circle of fire burns within you both, trust me, things will get better between you two and if you feel that fire dying again, you know where to come, to reignite it. 

Emma exited the car and turned just in time to hear him say. "Goodnight and farewell My lady, until we meet again," He stated as he drove away.

Emma stood at the front door of Ritz Carlton knowing that her life would never be the same. It was a warm night, a beautiful night she would never forget. 

For the next three days Mr. and Mrs. Callaway spent their vacation touring, relaxing and most of all making passionate love to each other. Mrs. Callaway never told her husband what happened to her on the island or spoke on the fact that she had seen him during the ritual. It was best that way; some secrets are best kept that way. 

**

One year later the Reverend William Joseph Callaway preached up a storm during his television broadcast. By the time he finished the crowd gave him a thunderous applause. The sermon he gave was on moral values and the temptation of the flesh. As he walked off the stage, his wife ran up to him, hugged, and kissed him tenderly. 

"Oh Will, that was a beautiful sermon." 

"Don't thank me my dear; thank the Lord, for it is through him, that all things are possible.'

She wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared lovingly into his eyes.

"Did you make the reservations?" She asked. 

"Are you kidding, of course I did. I've been waiting for this vacation for over a year now." He answered." Just think a year ago we went to a small island and found the love we lost. 

"Yes sugar and I can't wait to find it again." She laughed. 

"Amen!" He nodded.

"Will, do you think will enjoy ourselves as much as before?"

Kissing her softly on the lips he answered. "Heaven only knows my dear, heaven only knows.