Author's Note: Verbal communication is denoted with quotes, telepathic communication uses apostrophes instead of quotes.
This story may offend you if you are Christian, Jewish, or Muslim as it has an alternative view of the Nature of God, Lucifer, Angels, and Demons. Fair warning.
This is the introduction to a series that I will continue if people like it. Feel free to send me criticism, things you would like to see in future chapters, and any other comments, they are much appreciated.
Chapter 1
People like to talk about guardian angels looking out for them. Countless songs and poems speak of the saving grace of these benevolent protectors. I did not have angels watching over me, but I would come to find out, guardian angels are nothing compared to a guardian succubus.
My name is Tom Darrow, just before Senior year I turned 18, and I was feeling nervous and excited as I walked out of the jewelry store. I spent five thousand dollars on the engagement ring in my pocket, which accounted for nearly all the money I made working construction that summer.
Looking back, I know it was crazy wanting to propose at 18. But I was crazy in love with my longtime girlfriend, Amy Drummond. She was the class president, lead in the school musical, accomplished gymnast and runner up valedictorian. Her father, Joel Drummond was the founder and pastor of the local megachurch and nationally followed televangelist.
Amy is a few months older than me, and has the most incredible body you can imagine, 5'6", with wavy blonde hair that fell just to the top of the small of her back. Her breasts defied her petite frame as well as gravity, as the cantaloupe sized wonders seemed to float like clouds on her chest.
Her curved bubble butt was also firm from her dedication to working out, and seemed to be built for fucking, set atop toned and shapely legs. Even the way she walked with the sway of her hips screamed sex appeal.
But what I loved the most about her was her gorgeous face. Her full lips could form the most beautiful smile in Texas, or the sexiest pout. Her bright blue eyes were like deep blue seas that I could lose myself in. I was so in love and lust with her, I had never even considered another woman.
All of this was why I was acting so crazy. We had been together since first grade, when she declared her boyfriend and future husband. What we had not done though, was anything more than kiss.
She always maintained we could not be sexual until we were married due to her religious beliefs. Not so much as a hand job in our entire relationship and even our kissing was tame by most standards. I longed to feel her in my hands and be inside her more than anything by this point.
Which is why I bought the ring. I was willing to do anything, I already was playing the part of the church going dutiful boyfriend who wanted to wait until marriage, I figured being a young husband who at least got to fuck his sexy wife had to be better.
I wasn't a complete waste of space either. I know a lot of girls found me attractive, and a few had tried to seduce me away from Amy over the years. I am 6'0" with short brown hair and a lean muscular build from summers working construction.
I was also whip smart, being class valedictorian and scoring a perfect SAT score as a junior. I had my pick of colleges but had already promised Amy I would go wherever she went. My family was not rich or powerful, but we were well liked, and everybody said that they saw a bright future for me.
My best asset, that only I knew about was my cock. Fourteen inches long and with the thickness of a soda can, I knew I was blessed. I resented that it remained unused, like it was going to waste because of a stupid religious dogma, but I loved Amy, and was willing to wait.
After the jewelry store, I stopped by the megachurch to see Pastor Joel, to get his permission to marry Amy. To my relief he seemed happy about it and gave his blessing, which boosted my confidence as I left and made my way to Amy's house.
I planned to make a romantic dinner there for when Amy got back from shopping with her best friend Jennifer.
Pastor Joel gave me a key to get in and had promised him and his wife Rebecca would go out and leave us alone. The house, or mansion I should say, is a massive 26-bedroom monstrosity, paid for by the generous donations of the faithful. As I unlocked and stepped through the door, I had the feeling my life was about to change, and it did just not the way I thought.
As I made the way to the kitchen, I heard noises coming from upstairs, noises like a porn shoot were going on. Curiosity got a hold of me, so I went to see what was going on, imagining Rebecca having an affair behind the pastor's back.
Sure, enough the noise was coming from the master suite, so I snuck over to and found the door was open enough for me to see inside. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next, and I just froze in place and watched.
There on the large California King bed were Rebecca, Jennifer, and Amy each on their hands and knees getting fucked from behind by three men. I recognized the men as Jamal, Rebecca's driver, Laquan, his son and star forward on the basketball team, and Esteban, the groundskeeper.
Jamal was pounding Rebecca like a bitch in heat, grunting with his hard thrusts. His dark black skin was in stark contrast to the pale white of the blonde MILF begging him to fuck her harder.
"God, I love your big black cock, take me! Fuck me like my limp dicked husband can't you big black fucking machine!"
Rebecca screamed this as Jamal increased the power of his thrusts, knocking her arms out from under her and pushing her face into the mattress.
Despite my shock and rage, I was startled out of my stupor by her pronouncement and started recording the lewd scene on my phone, proof for when I confronted the cheating slut.
"Oh Laquan, your big black dick makes me so full! Make me your white bitch slave baby! Breed me like a whore! Oh God, I'm cumming!"
As Amy came, she arched her back and shook, and I found myself shaking in anger as I watched. Laquan then flipped her over to fuck her missionary, and I got a view of his cock.
I almost laughed when I saw it, thinking if this is what she thinks is big, she is clueless. He was a respectable 8 inches, but his dick lacked girth being only half the thickness of mine.
Jennifer the brunette was simply grunting as she was plowed by the groundskeeper. Jennifer was head cheerleader and Laquan's girlfriend, so I found it strange she was fucking another guy while her boyfriend fucked her best friend.
Not to mention Esteban was a 57-year-old Mexican that looked like he lived a hard life. His entire body was covered in wiry black hair, and he was easily 60 to 70 pounds overweight with a big protruding belly. It was also clear he was exhausted from his exertions, panting heavily.
So, while objectively I could see how a woman might be attracted to the two muscular black men, Esteban made little sense at first. Until Laquan made it clearer.
"Esteban, my man, let the slut ride you and take a breather before you use up all the air man! You won the bitch at poker, no need to do the work for her!"
"Jamal, you got to let you son play poker with us every week, so he can bet this puta again!"
Esteban than pulled out and laid on his back. His cock was a small 4 incher but was thicker than Laquan at least. As Jennifer started to mount him, he spoke.
"No puta, the other way, let me see that ass while you ride si."
