Heaven Hath No Wrath

by Isaac Byrne

  The second request was for his sake. Cindy had asked him to make her forgive him.

  Was it a perverse thing to ask for? Maybe. Yet those three days were the most bliss-filled she’d ever had, and her anger at his betrayal had been the only thing stopping her from wanting more. With that block removed, she’d been able to thank him for it. She’d loved showing off her body, and getting to be the unrestrained sexual beastess she’d been in those trial days.

  With a smile on her face she’d thrown him on his back and mounted him, then sucked him hard again and gotten on all fours to beg him to drill her ass until he did. Then she fucked him in the shower, then she took him to their favorite restaurant and sucked him off under the table until their food arrived, when she’d sat on his cock and fucked him while they ate and the other patrons stared in awe and envy at the man getting fucked by this untameable goddess.

  As the days passed and Cindy kept coming back for more and kept wanting to spend time with him – in his pants or just in his company, whatever they were in the mood for – he realized that she meant what she said.

  And then, he was finally able to forgive himself.

  Presently, he was pumping him into her with a fury while she lewdly described how she’d look when he did this after her surgery, how her huge firm fake tits would be flopping up and down on her petite frame. It drove him into a frenzy, and she had been cumming for a good thirty seconds of unfettered banshee-wailing orgasm when he unloaded into her, which never failed to start her cumming all over again. He fell down on top of her, and the two panted as they recovered, laughing in pure happiness at just how good every goddamn thing felt together.

  “Thanks, Eric – I really needed that.” He got to his feet and pulled her up after him, hugging her tightly.

  “Hey,” he said softly. “What are friends for?”