A Sip of Wine

Aldo took another sip of his wine, building up his courage to approach the woman on the couch. He had spent the better part of an hour talking with her, discussing her problems, her fears and dreams, and still she seemed a complete stranger to him. It was probably best, he thought, trying to remember her name.

"This wine is very good," he said, nodding to her, "Many people are so intimidated in choosing wine, especially for me. I guess they assume I am an expert or something." He smiled, mimicking a drinking motion.

When she didn't reply, "Catherine, I see you didn't finish yours, is it not to your liking?" He picked up her glass and swirled the wine, seeing the faint cloud still up from the bottom of the glass. He whispered to himself, "Did you get enough?"

She still did not respond, so he rose from his chair and walked over to the couch and gently touched her head. The woman moved, groggily turning her head and looking up at him, glassy-eyed. He reached down and firmly grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard. The woman moved her head again, but didn't resist him.

"Ah, I think you may be ready. The reason I love this wine is that it masks the taste of anything I drop in it."

He walked around to the front of the couch, unfastening his belt as he moved. The woman wore a short dress with hose, he liked the dress, but the hose could be difficult. He stood above her, removing his pants, folding them and placing them neatly on a nearby chair. She looked up at him, noticing his erection poking out of the opening in his boxer shorts, but not reacting.

Brusquely, Aldo pushed her down on the couch and ran his hands up her legs, dragging her dress up above her hips. Clamping his fingers over the top of her panty hose, he pulled them down firmly, peeling them down her thighs and over her knees. Reaching down, he slipped off her shoes and then pulled the panty hose from her.

Turning her onto her stomach, he pushed some pillows under her, raising her ass into the air and exposing her cunt. Aldo heard her moan something as she tried to move, but he grabbed her hip and held her against the back of the couch. He spit into his other hand and reached down and coated his hard cock with the saliva, repeating the process several times.

Leaning to her, he felt his cock stick a bit to her lips as he pushed. They seemed to turn inward as he pushed harder and he felt a twinge of pain as his cock abraded against her lips. Pulling out some, he pressed again, feeling her lips coarsely slide around him. Gritting his teeth he pressed hard, forcing himself deep into her, hearing her groan in pain.

Grabbing her hips, he held tight as she tried to pull away, but soon she stopped resisting. She moaned once or twice more as Aldo began his savage thrusts, but soon that stopped too. His movement was easier now with his cock picking up some of her secretions.

Now that she stopped fighting him, Aldo could enjoy the sensations of her as she closed around him. Moving wildly, he watched her flesh quiver as he sank his cock to the hilt, slapping himself against her. He felt his balls slapping against her lips each time he plunged into her.

Aldo closed his eyes as incredible sensations shot through him, a surge of pleasure running down his cock into his balls took his breath away and he arched his back as he exploded in bright pulsations of ecstasy. Splashing into her one last time, he looked down, seeing red tinted white foam ooze out of her onto the pillows below. He pulled himself out of her and noticed the red blood streaks running the length of him.

The sight of the blood sickened and excited him and he leaned to her, trying to push back inside her, again and again and...

The room is suddenly dark so he reaches up and pulls back the curtains, squinting as the sunlight pours in. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and then, looking down, he sees the wet sticky spot soaking through his night clothes. Walking into the bathroom, he takes off his clothing, turns on the shower, grabs a washcloth and wipes the rest of his cum from his thigh and his cock. Checking the water temperature, he quickly steps inside and showers.

Realizing he is late, he dries off quickly, pulls his boxer shorts, pants and shirt on and then steps into his robe. Aldo then steps back into the bathroom, pulls a comb through his hair and then steps out of his apartment and heads over to the church.

He sees Sister Catherine and waves as she shouts, "Good Morning," to him from across the garden. He heads toward the chapel vaguely remembering his dream.