You take Cheryl to your place

Cheryl smiles. "Your place," she says. "My husband and my fine young men would be a little too interested in our plans. I'll let him know that dinner's out of the freezer tonight. He'll understand."

"It sounds like your man is just as understanding as my honeybear," you say.

"Almost," she says. "I'm a little jealous that you can play with boys too."

"Well, really just when he's out of town. And my Brian already had his road girls. So it's only fair," you say. "I'd rather get wiener at home anyway. It just feels right. A woman should cleave to her man. When she can."

Cheryl laughs. "When she can," she says. "And when she can't?"

"My man's happy I keep it warm for him," you say.

Cheryl shakes her head and grins. "All right. Let's go."

You set off driving, taking an easy pace out of town and up the curving country road into the hills. You slow down and put on your blinker so Cheryl has no trouble following you off the main road and up your driveway to the broad apron of pavement in front of your double-wide, sitting all by itself on a sloping hillside lot. Might be time to have someone up to cut the brush, keep the fire away. You feel your cheeks bloom, remembering the day the last fellows had come up to cut brush. You'd ridden three wieners to Heaven that day. Such fine, eager young men. A little shy showing off in front of each other, but you'd convinced them.

It's a warm afternoon, so you and Cheryl sit on the back deck, sharing a can of light beer, alternating sips back and forth.

"It's not so much that I can't hold it," you say. "It's just that it doesn't do a lot for me."

Cheryl nods along with you. "My husband likes me to get a little tipsy," she says. "But I feel silly and a little off, so these days I usually fake it."

"A ha ha," you laugh.

"But I never fake an orgasm," Cheryl says. "I've never needed to."

"Me neither," you say. "It would be bearing false witness against the Lord."

"Amen, sister," Cheryl says. She looks bashful for a moment, blinking her long eyelashes over those bright blue eyes. "Is it quiet enough, around here?" she says, spreading her arms wide to embrace the hills. "I mean, to stay outside?"

"Me and my honeybear have done the deed out here a bunch of times and no one's given us any trouble," you say. "So please yourself."

Since your girls have taken off for college, you and Brian have been straying from your marriage bed more often. The nearest neighbor isn't close and has no line of sight anyway, and though you can see a few houses far away, they'd need a real telescope to get anything like an eyeful.

Cheryl brushes back her curly silver hair from her round face. "May I take my pants off?"

"Be my guest, sugar," you say. "All those little peeks you were giving me were warming me up. I want a real good look now."

Cheryl's lady-lips look as sweet as anything. Under a plump mound, they pout out all crinkly and rosy pink shading deeper and brighter toward the door of her womb. Even if they've known only a single wiener for many years, they look well-loved and well-poked. But popping a couple of babies out will change the look too, two boys for Cheryl, two girls for you, all grown up, but still hanging around for Cheryl.

"Oh, hon, how beautiful," you tell Cheryl. "You look so well loved." You lick your lips and swallow. "I can't wait to taste you."

Cheryl gives you a big, broad smile. "Please, Mary, please," she says.

You lift out a seat cushion and lay it down so you can kneel in front of Cheryl's chair. You can see her breasts swollen out into hard points under her blouse.

"Your titties look so excited, Cheryl," you say. "Can I see them too?"

In a trice, Cheryl is as naked as Eve in the garden. She smells of lovely lady sweat and pool water and soap and girl juice. At the tip of her heavy breasts, her nipples poke out in big pink cones.

"I see why your man loves your titties so much," you tell Cheryl.

Cheryl laughs. "He says that between me and my sweater puppies it's like having two more girls in the bed."

"Oh, naughty man," you say. "Unless you like him saying that."

"I like him being that kind of naughty," Cheryl says.

You get acquainted with Cheryl's girls. Her nipples are wonderfully soft and sensitive, and she moans in such pleasure when you stroke and pinch and suck. It's really lovely getting to know them. You wonder if she's given them names.

"Oh stop oh," Cheryl says. Her head and shoulders tremble. "Mini come. Wait."

She closes her eyes and breathes deeply. You catch a stronger whiff of girl juice. There's a glistening drop on the chair under her lady-lips.

Cheryl opens her eyes. "You know how to get a girl going," she says.

"Oh, hon, we're just getting started," you tell her. "I want to lick you straight to Heaven."

"Yes, Mary," Cheryl says. "Eat me straight to Heaven."

Cheryl scoots her butt forward on the chair and spreads her knees wider. Lovely, thick and pink, crinkly and shining with girl juice now.

"May the Lord make us truly thankful for what we are about to receive," you say.

"A-fucking-men," Cheryl says.

You're not sure if that counts as obscenity or blasphemy, but you trust the Lord will know it's a blessing, like the gift of joy from touching Heaven.

"Oh Mary," Cheryl says as you kiss her down there. Salt, girl juice, sweat, pool water and pee. "Oh, Mary, Mary, yes, oh baby, eat me!" Slicker, sweeter, as Cheryl's sweet waters come down to your tongue. "Oh oh oh!" Cheryl cries out, her hips and thighs quivering. "Oh Mary."

You're so happy you can bring Cheryl such joy. You're feeling warm yourself, your cheeks and ears blooming with what must be a pink glow. A little trickle of moisture forms under your arms, then between your lady-lips.

"Oh Mary, Mary, Mary, ohhhh," Cheryl sighs. "You love pussy so much. So much."

The Lord be your witness, you do. Though you don't know which you'd pick if you had to choose, sweet lady-lips or a hard wiener. You're glad that you know Cheryl's sweet lips, witnessing with her in the body. You're grateful that your husband's open arms have let you welcome so many eager fellows into your hands, your mouth, your womb. A man's face is so sweet and open when he's touching Heaven by the grace of your body. Though your favorite position is to welcome a man from behind you, praying at your fleshly altar and offering joy for joy.

"Ah, ah, ah, AH!" Cheryl's voice rises. She takes her hands and presses your face to her sweet wet pie. "AH, Mary! Mary, YES YES YES!"

After that it's a little hard to hear any words as Cheryl presses her big soft thighs together over your ears. Soft, but such strong muscles from swimming. You keep licking as best you can, pressed so hard to Cheryl's open lips that it feels like she wants to squish you right inside. Your closed eyes are going green over the regular sparkly dark as you run low on breath. But finally she releases you and slumps back into her chair.

You raise your head and suck in a deep, cool breath of air. Cheryl was rocking and rolling in Heaven, for sure. And now she lay back, her pink lady-lips slippery and swollen and parted, her silver-gray pussy hair slicked down with your spit.

"Truly... thankful," Cheryl breathes.

"Truly," you say. "Truly thankful."

Choosing up to 3 from EAT HER:

• Cheryl cums. Take +1 XP (total 4 XP).
• Take +1 Forward on your next Move.
• (treating the 3rd as "And you eat her tits")

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +3 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, and the Character Moves Truth, Mistress, Mind Control, and Touch Yourself.

What's your next Move? (taking +1 Forward)

• TELL Cheryl to EAT YOU. Roll +HOT (+4) to TELL HER, and use Mistress (+COOL) to resolve.
• TELL Cheryl to masturbate using TOUCH YOURSELF. Roll +HOT(+4) to TELL HER, Touch Yourself (+COOL) to resolve.
• Ask Cheryl to tell you about her husband, sons, or other women: Roll +COOL(+1) using TRUTH.
• Something else? Use Mind Control to DOMINATE her to do something out of character (call her husband, then use TOUCH YOURSELF on both of them?)