The Birthday Present by Ray

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity as depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting but they remain at all times, adult.

Writer: Ray

Subject: The Birthday Present

Link: LS666 Comments / 16.06.2024

The Birthday Present

Well, I’m married to this wonderful woman, Sally. She is three years younger than me. We met at a religious function at the church about five years ago.

Lately, there are things I can’t explain that are happening to me. I’m thirty-five. I work hard at my job. I make good money. My health seems fine. I don’t know how to explain it, but my mind has messed up with dark sick dreams. I wish I could tell someone but there are so many sick thoughts in my mind — when I sleep — it’s scary.

What’s beginning to happen is that those sick, wicked, and unholy thoughts are starting to appear while I’m awake. I’m scared, heavenly Lord. They are all about sexual things. I never watch any pornography ever, as the church and God don’t want this.

But for some reason, out of my control, when I’m driving somewhere alone, I’ll open my phone to porn I have it saved on there. I’ll even pull over. My windows are all tinted and I’ll watch every kind of porn out there. I can feel the firmness of my cock. I can feel my precum oozing as it comes out of my cock-head. There are so many sick thoughts raging in my mind, Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, Mother Mary. Oh, Lord help me!

It doesn’t stop there. I seem to be watching a lot of unholy, perverted porn. I’ve done things too — that I’m not very proud of — but, my dear Lord, I can’t stop myself from craving these wicked, vulgar things.

When we get ready for church on Sunday, I get dressed but refrain from putting on my underwear. And I bought an ass plug. It looks like a black snake. I insert it into my tight Christian ass. Lord, my wife has no idea. Touching my dirty anus instantly makes my cock hard, and with no underwear on, it makes my pants tent out but I don’t care.

While at church I should be praying to you, God, for your help. But with my unholy, sick thoughts, and deeds — instead, I think about perverted porn, Satanic porn. lesbian porn, gay porn, bisexual porn, transsexual porn, bestiality porn, and even the forbidden fruit porn.

Some days I get off early. I head to the adult bookstore. I creep in the back door where the hallway light is broken. I find an empty booth and I leave the door unlocked. I pull down my pants with no underwear (I stopped wearing underwear a long way back). I put money in the machine and switched to transsexual porn. My black-snake-ass-plug is up my ass. I grab my unholy cock as I watch these very sexy little boy-girls suck and fuck lots of straight men, turning them into bisexual freaks for cock and ass pussy whores.

Sometimes a man will open the door. Today it could be even a hung nigger. I don’t care. He would slide down his pants. We don’t even make eye contact. We just lick our lips and stare at each other’s cocks, wanting the feel of fat cock meat sliding back and forth in our throats.

The feeling of his sperm sack, slapping my chin. As he deeply pumps down my throat, he grabs my skull, to pump deeper. Then his load of satanic juices fills my mouth. Fuck, yes! I want to drain it drain all.

“Don’t pull out until it’s all done.”

When he’s finished pumping my skull — he begins to fuck me — I have to have it, from this nigger beast!

This had been going on, for the better part of a year. I’ve been with lots of perverted unholy men and women since. I’ve knocked up crack whores. I’ve been an ass-pussy for some niggers. My mind only thinks about Satan, Lilith, and their demons.

I try my best to hide it from my family and friends — my wife is clueless — the demon that controls me says it’s time she shares my sickness. So I baked up a scheme with my two black bitch-cock-sluts. These niggers are both well-hung and bisexual. Yes, I crave their black snakes.

“I want you both to pretend to be massage therapists and come to my house on Friday night. I want you to rape, beat, and slut-train my wife.”

I so hard just telling them about my nasty plan.

It’s her birthday. I wanted to sit stroking the serpent between my legs and watch her slowly give into Satan — through rape and satanic fucking. I imagined them both dressed like massage therapists, bringing some black satanic candles and the oil of the goat to transform her soul forever

“I have a huge birthday surprise for you sweetie!” I told my wife.

“What’s the surprise, honey?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t want to spoil it but I can’t wait to tell you. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Okay? Alright, if you say so sweetie,” she agreed.

“The gift will be here about noon, sweetie, and I guarantee you’ll cum to love this gift baby girl … you’ll crave it … all the time baby girl … trust me, mmmmm,”

“That sounds like an interesting gift honey!”

‘Trust me, it is … mmm.”

It’s Friday and it’s about noon and my two nigger fuck-whores-faggots, that I love to suck off, are walking up the drive. They’re ready I’m sure to fuck some sexy thirty-three-year-old, white, religious God-fearing mother of two little girls — turning her into Sodom and Gomorrah. She’ll be a demonic, black-snake-nigger’s-whore with stretched-out holes — destroying her soul and mind, in the name of Satan, forever! I so need my wife to be part of my new world, and my new perversions.

They knock on the door. I have Sally standing next to me. I open the door and the two coal-black niggers are both huge, both over six foot with their hanging nine-to-ten inch cocks and huge sperm-juice sacks. I open the door and they come in. I lock the door behind us.

Click!

My wife smiles but looks at me in wonder.

“I don’t understand sweetie,” she looks back at the men.

Our place is a farmhouse, off the roadway, and the closest house is about quarter of a mile away at least. And my little girls are in their room, playing games. Perfect. No one can hear her scream … “Hail Satan. Hail Lilith.”

“Honey, these men are here to give you a massage, baby girl … it’s your present happy birthday, honey. I hope you love this gift sweetie.”

“Honey? No, no, it’s okay. I don’t need a massage. Honey, really I’m fine.”

“But honey, I got this for you. Now let’s go to our bedroom, baby, and they will bring their oils and stuff. You’ll love it. Trust me, baby. Look they have some black candles that will be perfect to set the mood, honey.”

I took her by the hand, and we all headed to the bedroom, I locked the door behind us.

Click!

“Put a towel on, nothing else sweetie,{ I told her.

She reluctantly stripped naked, put the towel around her, and came back out. She laid down on our sacred bed — it’s our wedding bed — looking nervous. I was there to comfort her, she thought. The two niggers took hot oil and started to massage her legs and her soft white skin with their huge black hands. Then one of them sticks her with a needle full of satanic goat sperm juice. At first, she got mellow and relaxed. Slowly she began to get high and extremely horny.

She opened her legs up more and more. I could see her face was blank. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were closed. Her body was betraying her. One nigger pulled the towel off her, exposing her naked body. She didn’t care. He took his middle finger and rammed it up her cunt, finger-banged my wife. She raised her head when his finger rammed her tight white hole.

I could see her nipples were huge and rock-hard. The other bull pulled out, his ten inches of pure filth and put the snake into my wife’s sweet lips. She has red lipstick on. It looked so gorgeous wrapped around his huge nigga-daddy cock. He slammed it in her mouth, his sperm sacks slapping against her chin. The other nigger got on top of her and put the filthy, unholy cock up her ass — nine inches of black snake — pounding my little whore’s ass-cunt.

I sat there, stroking myself, and praying to Satan. I was asking him to bless my wife with unholy thoughts, forever. To endow her with the most sickness and perverted desires.

“Do you like your birthday party and gifts,” I asked.

She was now riding two black cocks, one in her ass-cunt and the other in her stretched-out twat. She was groaning and thrusting up and down, as their dark meat penetrated her.

“Honey, I love black niggers!” she panted, “I want more! I want a nigger baby girl in. I want to be fucked by as many nigger bulls as I can. I want a group of them to rape me for hours. I love the taste of nigger daddy sperm, sweetie. Now while I’m fucking these black niggers, why don’t you go upstairs, and show our little girls, Daddy’s huge cock,” she laughed.

I pumped my cock to her words — words that I had waited a long time to hear.

“Show them for Satan,” she laughed, “It’s time they learn what a little girl needs to do each day for Satan — fuck and suck! — for our demons, Satan and Lilith. Go upstairs and strip them both naked, honey. I’m sure you’ll love to see their tight bald hairless cunts. Their pussies might be too tight to fuck, right now, honey.”

I couldn’t wait!

“Try ass-fucking them first!” She continued, “And when I’m done here, breeding, I’ll take a nigger-dildo and work their sweet, little, pussies open, for your cock and for these nigger bulls to enjoy. Nothing else better than little white sluts for nigger-cock. What’s good for Mommy and Daddy’s unholy perverted holes is good for them!”

Her breathing was shallow and sharp. Her stomach bulged with the girth and length of nigger cock that thrust upwards into her guts.

“I’m so loving my birthday party, sweety. It’s just perfect baby. Hail Satan. Hail Lilith. I’m now a filthy, unholy child of Satan!

THE END?