Me and My Wafu's
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Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
If there is one thing I like about having four Waives, it's that I don't have to do anything for myself, for the most part. I never have to cook, clean or do the shopping. I'm kept warm at night by all four of them. Sometimes I'm sandwiched under them all. But one thing I do like about them is I never have to decide on what to wear.
Every morning my routine is the same, I'm woken up by one of them, killed or etch wise. Or I wake up to find them all still asleep. I take a shower, and then I get out to find clothes laid out for me. Once I get dressed, I head down stairs to the kitchen grab the newspaper, and read it until Sasami is one making breakfast. Then we all sit and have a meal. After that I generally head to my little hole and work on whatever, while the others go about what ever.
I'm truly thankful for Sasami being one of my lovely Wafu's she's possibly the best cook I have ever met. Every morning, I'm treated like a king, when it comes to her cooking. Eggs sunny side up, Crispy Bacon, Blueberry Pancakes, Sausage, fresh baked buttermilk biscuits, homemade gravy, and hash browns loaded with onions peppers and cheese. Top it all off with some orange juice and I'm in heaven. It's a wonder I'm not a big as an elephant with the way I eat.
I threw the towel that was around my waist on the floor, and grabbed the boxers that were laying on the bed. “Purple?” I asked as I inspected them. “Why Purple?” I just love to complain, about little things like this. But the truth to the matter is I'm just finding it a bit strange that I actually own a pair of purple boxer shorts. But then again, I do have a pair of white ones polka dotted with hearts. Purple isn't that bad of a color choice when you think about it. The rest of the attire was my normal Saturday attire. A pair of loose fitting Mechanics Jeans and a white T-Shirt.
When it comes down to it I'm an very particular about my clothing. Nothing tight will be around my crotch. Yet I love fitted feeling of shirts, across my torso. Maybe it's just the way that a tight t-shirt pulls across my body, revealing the well toned muscular frame that is below it.
After I got dressed, I walked down stairs the sounds and smells of the kitchen grew louder and stronger as I walked through the door. Sasami, was standing there, wearing her pajamas still, and cooking breakfast. “Something smells really good Sasami,” I said as I poured a cup of coffee and took my news paper over to the table.
“Good morning Angelus-Sama,” Sasami greeted me as I sat down. “Breakfast will be ready shortly.”
“Take your time Hun,” I sad as I unfolded the paper. “I want to try and read the sports section.”
“Uguu,” Ayu groaned as she poured a cup of coffee, and sat down. “I don't like mornings.”
“Neither do I,” Haruhi said as she walked slightly bow legged through the door.
“Steelers are going to win,” I said, as I read the news paper. “I don't know why the Cardinals are even playing.”
“I thought you were a colts fan?” Haruhi said as she poured some coffee for herself.
“I am,” I laughed. “One can only dream of seeing them in the Super Bowl.”
“Stranger things have happened,” Dokuro-Chan said as she sat down yawning. “Chester's been fed.”
“Thank you Dokuro-Chan,” I said as I forked a piece of pancake in my mouth. At that very moment it was like my mouth was orgasming. The fluffy texture of buttermilk pancakes, combined with butter and maple syrup. It's like nothing else. One can only savor the taste of this food, and feel sorry for anyone who has never had a chance to try Sasami's cooking. Everything was supreme down to the last bit. I used what was left of my pancakes just to mop up syrup so each bite would be a buttery syrupy fluffy bite.
After everything was put away, I went outside for a few minutes, to collect Chester, My lovable Dudley Lab. Probably the stupidest, but probably the most lovable mutt you've ever seen. If 'I didn't have Ayu, Dokuro-Chan, Haruhi, and Sasami, Chester would be there and keep me company. Every morning after breakfast and sometimes before I'll take him out for a walk in the park. He just loves it though I've been pulled tot eh ground and dragged a few times, because of a squirrel, or a rabbit. But this time of year it's the Canada Geese he likes to chase. Ever since he was a puppy, loved to chase things, but back then he was still easy to control, now this big 100 pound dog has enough force to even up root me.
Soon as Chester sees the leash in my hand he always bolts towards me. I'm always bracing for an impact that never does come. He always stops dead right before he runs into me, and sits down, perfectly still. He always has this look about him when he does it. He just looks so ecstatic that it's almost impossible for him to sit still. “You don't want to go for a walk do you?” I say as I dangle the leash watching his head follow it. I do this because it's fun to watch him. I know it's mean but he's a good old dog. I don't know what I would do without him.
There is one nice thing about where I live, I live right next door to the county park, well across the street I should say, but it's just a simple 2 minutes to get to the entrance and then the 2 mile trail that runs through the park, and a few baggies in case Chester decides to drop a duce, which is almost likely to happen. A jog in the park would normally last about an hour.
There are always the same people that I see every day, when I'm jogging, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, out walking there Maltese. The crazy old lady who no one knows really, she just sits there talking to herself. As well as other people that just come through the place from time to time. I just set my iPod to shuffle and go.
“Good morning Angelus,” Mr. Henderson says as he bent down to scratch Chester on the head, and as I rip the ear buds from my ears and stop for a chat. “And good morning to you Chester.”
“Morning Jack,” I said shaking his hand. “Minerva still at home sick?”
“The flu I'm afraid,” Jack said as he shook his head. “Nothing much to do, just get some rest and take plenty of liquids.”
“Jack you and Minerva are good friends,” I said, as I bent down to scratch max. “Have been since me and everyone else moved in. Ayu and Sasami are both worried. I am as well. Either come by later or we'll stop in, with some stuff for you, and Minerva. I won't take no for an answer before you decline.”
“That’s all well and thoughtful Angelus,” Jack sad as he clapped me on the shoulder. “But I would hate to see one of you get sick.”
“Jack look at me,” I said. “Have you ever known me to be sick? I take too good of care of myself, and the others do to. We only want to see Minerva get better.”
“God bless you,” Jack said as I was getting ready to get back on my way.
“And may the Cosmic Powers watch over you,” I said as I put my ear buds back on and gave Chester's leash a slight tug.
The rest of the jog was pretty much uneventful, save for the few times I happened to pass someone who made me wish I wasn't married. But then if I wasn't married I wouldn't have four beautiful women who take care of me.
When I got back Haruhi was out hopping, Ayu was reading a book, Sasami was busy cleaning and Dokuro-Chan was doing god knows what. I find it best not this ask what either. The last time I found myself flying through the window and my intestines flying out of me.
“Sasami,” I said as I walked through the door. “You know that carrot cake that you make. Can you make one for me? I ran into jack and Minerva it turns out has the flu. I thought we should go over and see how she's doing.”
“I'll need some things from the store Angelus-Sama,” Sasami said as she looked for a phone. “I'll need to call Haruhi and get her to pick them up.”
“That would be great,” I said as I kissed her on the forehead. “I'll be in the den if you want me.”
Spoiler:
If there is one thing I hate about the day it's morning. You go to sleep when it's dark out, and you wake up when it's bright, and it's always too bright when you wake up. If you haven't guessed by now I'm not a morning person. But life must go on, and the plus side, is that when I wake up there are four lovely ladies there with me, Ayu, Dokuro-Chan, Haruhi, and Sasami. They are the four loves of my life, my Wafu's.
As I toss and turn in my sleep as I wake up my right arm flings over and lands on something soft. As I open my eyes I figure out something horrible. What I was groping was Dokuro-Chan. The blood drained from my face as I saw the glint in her eyes. The rising spiked club. I knew what was coming next. I'm going to die. “OH SHI...” my words were cut off as the last thing I felt was a cold spike smashing into the side of my head. My spirit left my body for just a few seconds as I looked at the carnage that was lain waist to my bed, and my body.
“Pi piru piru piru pipiru pi,” I heard Dokuro-Chan say as if from a distance, as my spirit returned to my body, and me alive once again. With a laugh and the bat tucked away god knows where, Dokuro-Chan smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Good morning, Angelus-Sama.”
“Uguu,” Ayu groaned as she woke up rubbing her eyes. “What's with all this racket? Uguu.”
“Nothing Ayu,” I said as I kissed her, on the forehead. “Dokuro-Chan just killing me again.”
“Dokuro-Chan,” Haruhi said in a huff as she sat up in the bed. You need to stop killing Angelus-Kun, so early in the morning.”
“Sorry,” Dokuro-Chan said glumly.
“Did Dokuro-Chan kill Angelus-San again?” Sasami said sitting up.
One tiny little accidental grope, I get killed and everyone gets woken up. If it was Ayu, Haruhi, or Sasami, this wouldn't happen. But I think Dokuro-Chan may be a sadist. But in truth that’s why I love her. I looked over at all four of them sitting there, and then I noticed something, one of Sasami's pig tails tangled in Dokuro-Chan's halo. I debated saying something, but I think it would be punishment enough for killing me what is about to happen.
“I'll go get breakfast started,” Sasami said hopping down from the bed. Within a split second I just started laughing, as Dokuro-Chan turned a shallow gray color and looked like an old hag as she looked horrified. Sasami had accidentally pulled off her Halo. “Oh no, Dokuro-Chan I'm sorry!”
But before anything could be said or done Dokuro-Chan was out of the bed and locked in the bathroom. The sound of explosive diarrhea coming forth. I know it's wrong and I should have said something, or better yet done something. But I can't help but laugh. Karmic justice prevails, I do something, perverted even accidentally, I get killed and revived. That’s my justice dealt me. But for me getting killed for no reason, Dokuro-Chan having her halo ripped off of her head even by accident is her punishment.
“Hold on Sasami,” I said as I untangled the halo and looked at it, in my hand. How could something so simple be such a critical weakness? Removal of a halo from an angel causes, a extreme case of explosive diarrhea. But a great defense as well. I learned that when I found out about the halo thing the first time it happened. If you try to purposely rip the halo off, it's sharp as a razor. I still have the scar running across the palm of my hand. “Hey Dokuro-Chan I'm coming in.”
“O-OK,” I heard Dokuro-Chan croak as I opened the door.
“I'm sorry for laughing a few seconds ago,” I said fighting the urge to laugh some more. “But anyways here's your halo safe and sound. “Just Promise me you won't kill me, or Sasami.”
“I... I... I PROMISE!” Dokuro-Chan screamed as another wave of diarrhea spewed forth.
To stop it from happening again I placed the Halo back onto of Dokuro-Chan's head and then watched as the old grayish hag that sat before me turned back into the creamy soft skinned Dokuro-Chan that I loved.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” Dokuro-Chan shouted as she latched her arms around me.
Being hugged by Dokuro-Chan would be nice, except for the breaking ribs. One by one you hear a loud cracking noise, and I feel like I'm about to die by the end of it. “Do...Dokuro-Chan my... My ribs are breaking.”
“Pi piru piru piru pipiru pi,” Dokuro-Chan chanted waving Excalibur that gigantic spike bat of hers around, and my ribs were back in tact.
It does come in handy to have someone who can do something like that. When you are a masochist like me. I love pain, and I love the fact that I can endure the pain of death and survive to tell the tale. But it's only fun when you want it to happen. Dokuro-Chan has the idea that it's fun to do whenever. I only like it when were having sex.
Oh the sex that is whole other story. 4 lovely young ladies and me all too willing. Cosplay, S&M, 5 way, food play, singles, covered in chocolate and having four tongues lick it all off. You name it. It's probably happened. But like I said the Sex is a whole different story. So I'm not getting into that right here. I've got more interesting things to do, like watch my Wafu's run around the house wearing nothing but Panties and Pajama tops.
“It's alright, you are an Angel of death,” I said as I kissed her on the forehead. “It's to be expected, that you are as deadly as you are cute. No go on and go get Haruhi and Ayu up. I'm going to take a shower.”
“Alright Angelus-Kun,” Dokuro-Chan said as she walked from the bathroom.
After she closed the door, I walked over and turned the water on. A cascade of water fell from the main head and was ice cold for a few seconds. It always takes a minute or two to start getting nice and warm. So as I waited for a nice bit of steam to work up I looked at myself in the mirror, I'm kind vain you could say because I love to admire my form. Six pack abs so hard you could probably use them to grate cheese, well toned arms and legs and an ever so nice rock hard ass. Combine that with a face sculpted by the Great Cosmic powers. A chiseled jaw line, a five o'clock shadow that I maintain, and deep brown eyes, that seem endless. I'm as many have said one hell of a stud.
As I let the hot water pour forth, onto my body, my muscles relax a bit, with a few twisting of knobs here and there. Full body sprayers blast out hitting me from every which direction, It's one thing I love about this shower, it's spacious and it hits you with water from each direction. It's worth having 10 150 gallon hot water heaters in the basement.
“That feels good,” I cooed as I felt a pair of breast pressing against my back, arms warped around my chest fingers tracing the outlines of my stomach muscles.
“I'm here to scrub your back for you,” Haruhi purred into my ear nibbling on my earlobe ever so slightly.
“So are you going to scrub it with your boobs?” I asked laughing. Because they do feel good pressed against my back.”
For a few seconds I was standing there arching my back as the sensation of a loofa was scrubbing up and down it, followed by a pair of hands rubbing up and down my back. It's always fun to get a massage while you’re taking a shower. But then it's always fun getting a massage in general. Especially when a certain someone’s hands creep lower and forward. “Um Haruhi that’s not my back.”
“I know that but it's hard to miss,” Haruhi snickered, pressing herself against my back. I could feel her breast squishing against my back her nipples hardened and poking in. Her hand still working its way around my manhood.
“Kneed all you want, man milks not coming out, I laughed. “I'm still dry from last night. Though you do have the general standing at attention. Here, I'll scrub your back for you.”
As I turned around, my manhood began throbbing harder. Just looking at Haruhi like this was enough for lil Angelus to beg. Her smooth skin dripping wet, as she stood there, looking at me. But I have to show some restraint. I said I would wash her back for her. I'll do that then I'll give lil Angelus what he wants.
I let my hands slide up and down her back just smoothly caressing her with a gentle touch. I could feel her shivering at the sensual touch I was producing, and then I slowly crept my hands up and forward. My fingertips playing with her nipples. Teasing them, ever so slightly.
“That’s not my back,” Haruhi moaned.
“Kind of hard to miss,” I cooed as I nibbled on her earlobe, and slowly fondling and caressing her barest. “Besides I think you kind of like it. Do you want it?”
“I want you,” Haruhi said. “I want Angelus-Kun inside of me.”
I took that as a sign to do something, sex in the shower. This is something that has almost became an monotonous chore. But when you have four wafu's that are all cock hungry every day of the week, sex can become dull at times. What would normally excite some people just seems boring to me. How erotic must one’s life be for someone to actually think that? But as I sometimes get a little frisky, I'll do something unexpected.
I'm sitting here staring at Haruhi's back side, as waterfalls forth from the main head onto our bodies, when the idea comes to mind. There is one tight hole that is very rarely explored. Lil Angelus is begging to be stuck somewhere. The body wash that is kept in the shower is just like a body lotion so it can be used as lube to some extent, but for anal, I wouldn't use trust it. Though for the express purpose, of here and now it's my only option readily available. I grabbed the bottle and poured a little on my hand coating lil Angelus.
“Haruhi” I whispered as I put my hands on her hips and leaned her forward a bit. “SURPRISE!” As I shouted that last word I rammed all nine inches of man meat I had right into her ass. Her back arched as she screamed out. It was a bit rough going in at first, the initial penetration but slow and hard thrust, are what really help with this.
Anal sex to say the lest is a lot of fun it's a bit different, because of the as not producing a natural lube. So you need to lube it in some way or another. But the real clincher is how it plays through, at first it's like your ramming your cock into a PVC pipe the same diameter as it, but as the rectal muscles start to relax the tightness, of it all, it becomes much smoother, but it always has that tightness about it. It's also a quick finish for me. I can go for an hour tops before I blow when I'm riding or being ridden in the normal fashion but when it comes to anal it doesn't last long. After a few minutes of pumping it into Haruhi's ass, I could feel my balls contracting. It's close to finish time. Now here is my next decision, how do I go about blowing my load?
There are many possibilities, anything from a Mud Pie to an Irish Facial. Seeing as I could feel the pressure switch in my balls getting ready to trip I pulled back to the point where only the head was still inside and quickly rammed back all the way as I shot my load into her ass. As I pulled back out come started to drip from her gaping asshole. It is truly a sight to behold. When you can look at something like that and then think that was fun I want to do it again. But sadly lil Angelus was satisfied, and had gone limp, hanging there, like a dead snake.
As I toss and turn in my sleep as I wake up my right arm flings over and lands on something soft. As I open my eyes I figure out something horrible. What I was groping was Dokuro-Chan. The blood drained from my face as I saw the glint in her eyes. The rising spiked club. I knew what was coming next. I'm going to die. “OH SHI...” my words were cut off as the last thing I felt was a cold spike smashing into the side of my head. My spirit left my body for just a few seconds as I looked at the carnage that was lain waist to my bed, and my body.
“Pi piru piru piru pipiru pi,” I heard Dokuro-Chan say as if from a distance, as my spirit returned to my body, and me alive once again. With a laugh and the bat tucked away god knows where, Dokuro-Chan smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Good morning, Angelus-Sama.”
“Uguu,” Ayu groaned as she woke up rubbing her eyes. “What's with all this racket? Uguu.”
“Nothing Ayu,” I said as I kissed her, on the forehead. “Dokuro-Chan just killing me again.”
“Dokuro-Chan,” Haruhi said in a huff as she sat up in the bed. You need to stop killing Angelus-Kun, so early in the morning.”
“Sorry,” Dokuro-Chan said glumly.
“Did Dokuro-Chan kill Angelus-San again?” Sasami said sitting up.
One tiny little accidental grope, I get killed and everyone gets woken up. If it was Ayu, Haruhi, or Sasami, this wouldn't happen. But I think Dokuro-Chan may be a sadist. But in truth that’s why I love her. I looked over at all four of them sitting there, and then I noticed something, one of Sasami's pig tails tangled in Dokuro-Chan's halo. I debated saying something, but I think it would be punishment enough for killing me what is about to happen.
“I'll go get breakfast started,” Sasami said hopping down from the bed. Within a split second I just started laughing, as Dokuro-Chan turned a shallow gray color and looked like an old hag as she looked horrified. Sasami had accidentally pulled off her Halo. “Oh no, Dokuro-Chan I'm sorry!”
But before anything could be said or done Dokuro-Chan was out of the bed and locked in the bathroom. The sound of explosive diarrhea coming forth. I know it's wrong and I should have said something, or better yet done something. But I can't help but laugh. Karmic justice prevails, I do something, perverted even accidentally, I get killed and revived. That’s my justice dealt me. But for me getting killed for no reason, Dokuro-Chan having her halo ripped off of her head even by accident is her punishment.
“Hold on Sasami,” I said as I untangled the halo and looked at it, in my hand. How could something so simple be such a critical weakness? Removal of a halo from an angel causes, a extreme case of explosive diarrhea. But a great defense as well. I learned that when I found out about the halo thing the first time it happened. If you try to purposely rip the halo off, it's sharp as a razor. I still have the scar running across the palm of my hand. “Hey Dokuro-Chan I'm coming in.”
“O-OK,” I heard Dokuro-Chan croak as I opened the door.
“I'm sorry for laughing a few seconds ago,” I said fighting the urge to laugh some more. “But anyways here's your halo safe and sound. “Just Promise me you won't kill me, or Sasami.”
“I... I... I PROMISE!” Dokuro-Chan screamed as another wave of diarrhea spewed forth.
To stop it from happening again I placed the Halo back onto of Dokuro-Chan's head and then watched as the old grayish hag that sat before me turned back into the creamy soft skinned Dokuro-Chan that I loved.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” Dokuro-Chan shouted as she latched her arms around me.
Being hugged by Dokuro-Chan would be nice, except for the breaking ribs. One by one you hear a loud cracking noise, and I feel like I'm about to die by the end of it. “Do...Dokuro-Chan my... My ribs are breaking.”
“Pi piru piru piru pipiru pi,” Dokuro-Chan chanted waving Excalibur that gigantic spike bat of hers around, and my ribs were back in tact.
It does come in handy to have someone who can do something like that. When you are a masochist like me. I love pain, and I love the fact that I can endure the pain of death and survive to tell the tale. But it's only fun when you want it to happen. Dokuro-Chan has the idea that it's fun to do whenever. I only like it when were having sex.
Oh the sex that is whole other story. 4 lovely young ladies and me all too willing. Cosplay, S&M, 5 way, food play, singles, covered in chocolate and having four tongues lick it all off. You name it. It's probably happened. But like I said the Sex is a whole different story. So I'm not getting into that right here. I've got more interesting things to do, like watch my Wafu's run around the house wearing nothing but Panties and Pajama tops.
“It's alright, you are an Angel of death,” I said as I kissed her on the forehead. “It's to be expected, that you are as deadly as you are cute. No go on and go get Haruhi and Ayu up. I'm going to take a shower.”
“Alright Angelus-Kun,” Dokuro-Chan said as she walked from the bathroom.
After she closed the door, I walked over and turned the water on. A cascade of water fell from the main head and was ice cold for a few seconds. It always takes a minute or two to start getting nice and warm. So as I waited for a nice bit of steam to work up I looked at myself in the mirror, I'm kind vain you could say because I love to admire my form. Six pack abs so hard you could probably use them to grate cheese, well toned arms and legs and an ever so nice rock hard ass. Combine that with a face sculpted by the Great Cosmic powers. A chiseled jaw line, a five o'clock shadow that I maintain, and deep brown eyes, that seem endless. I'm as many have said one hell of a stud.
As I let the hot water pour forth, onto my body, my muscles relax a bit, with a few twisting of knobs here and there. Full body sprayers blast out hitting me from every which direction, It's one thing I love about this shower, it's spacious and it hits you with water from each direction. It's worth having 10 150 gallon hot water heaters in the basement.
“That feels good,” I cooed as I felt a pair of breast pressing against my back, arms warped around my chest fingers tracing the outlines of my stomach muscles.
“I'm here to scrub your back for you,” Haruhi purred into my ear nibbling on my earlobe ever so slightly.
“So are you going to scrub it with your boobs?” I asked laughing. Because they do feel good pressed against my back.”
For a few seconds I was standing there arching my back as the sensation of a loofa was scrubbing up and down it, followed by a pair of hands rubbing up and down my back. It's always fun to get a massage while you’re taking a shower. But then it's always fun getting a massage in general. Especially when a certain someone’s hands creep lower and forward. “Um Haruhi that’s not my back.”
“I know that but it's hard to miss,” Haruhi snickered, pressing herself against my back. I could feel her breast squishing against my back her nipples hardened and poking in. Her hand still working its way around my manhood.
“Kneed all you want, man milks not coming out, I laughed. “I'm still dry from last night. Though you do have the general standing at attention. Here, I'll scrub your back for you.”
As I turned around, my manhood began throbbing harder. Just looking at Haruhi like this was enough for lil Angelus to beg. Her smooth skin dripping wet, as she stood there, looking at me. But I have to show some restraint. I said I would wash her back for her. I'll do that then I'll give lil Angelus what he wants.
I let my hands slide up and down her back just smoothly caressing her with a gentle touch. I could feel her shivering at the sensual touch I was producing, and then I slowly crept my hands up and forward. My fingertips playing with her nipples. Teasing them, ever so slightly.
“That’s not my back,” Haruhi moaned.
“Kind of hard to miss,” I cooed as I nibbled on her earlobe, and slowly fondling and caressing her barest. “Besides I think you kind of like it. Do you want it?”
“I want you,” Haruhi said. “I want Angelus-Kun inside of me.”
I took that as a sign to do something, sex in the shower. This is something that has almost became an monotonous chore. But when you have four wafu's that are all cock hungry every day of the week, sex can become dull at times. What would normally excite some people just seems boring to me. How erotic must one’s life be for someone to actually think that? But as I sometimes get a little frisky, I'll do something unexpected.
I'm sitting here staring at Haruhi's back side, as waterfalls forth from the main head onto our bodies, when the idea comes to mind. There is one tight hole that is very rarely explored. Lil Angelus is begging to be stuck somewhere. The body wash that is kept in the shower is just like a body lotion so it can be used as lube to some extent, but for anal, I wouldn't use trust it. Though for the express purpose, of here and now it's my only option readily available. I grabbed the bottle and poured a little on my hand coating lil Angelus.
“Haruhi” I whispered as I put my hands on her hips and leaned her forward a bit. “SURPRISE!” As I shouted that last word I rammed all nine inches of man meat I had right into her ass. Her back arched as she screamed out. It was a bit rough going in at first, the initial penetration but slow and hard thrust, are what really help with this.
Anal sex to say the lest is a lot of fun it's a bit different, because of the as not producing a natural lube. So you need to lube it in some way or another. But the real clincher is how it plays through, at first it's like your ramming your cock into a PVC pipe the same diameter as it, but as the rectal muscles start to relax the tightness, of it all, it becomes much smoother, but it always has that tightness about it. It's also a quick finish for me. I can go for an hour tops before I blow when I'm riding or being ridden in the normal fashion but when it comes to anal it doesn't last long. After a few minutes of pumping it into Haruhi's ass, I could feel my balls contracting. It's close to finish time. Now here is my next decision, how do I go about blowing my load?
There are many possibilities, anything from a Mud Pie to an Irish Facial. Seeing as I could feel the pressure switch in my balls getting ready to trip I pulled back to the point where only the head was still inside and quickly rammed back all the way as I shot my load into her ass. As I pulled back out come started to drip from her gaping asshole. It is truly a sight to behold. When you can look at something like that and then think that was fun I want to do it again. But sadly lil Angelus was satisfied, and had gone limp, hanging there, like a dead snake.
Chapter 2:
Spoiler:
If there is one thing I like about having four Waives, it's that I don't have to do anything for myself, for the most part. I never have to cook, clean or do the shopping. I'm kept warm at night by all four of them. Sometimes I'm sandwiched under them all. But one thing I do like about them is I never have to decide on what to wear.
Every morning my routine is the same, I'm woken up by one of them, killed or etch wise. Or I wake up to find them all still asleep. I take a shower, and then I get out to find clothes laid out for me. Once I get dressed, I head down stairs to the kitchen grab the newspaper, and read it until Sasami is one making breakfast. Then we all sit and have a meal. After that I generally head to my little hole and work on whatever, while the others go about what ever.
I'm truly thankful for Sasami being one of my lovely Wafu's she's possibly the best cook I have ever met. Every morning, I'm treated like a king, when it comes to her cooking. Eggs sunny side up, Crispy Bacon, Blueberry Pancakes, Sausage, fresh baked buttermilk biscuits, homemade gravy, and hash browns loaded with onions peppers and cheese. Top it all off with some orange juice and I'm in heaven. It's a wonder I'm not a big as an elephant with the way I eat.
I threw the towel that was around my waist on the floor, and grabbed the boxers that were laying on the bed. “Purple?” I asked as I inspected them. “Why Purple?” I just love to complain, about little things like this. But the truth to the matter is I'm just finding it a bit strange that I actually own a pair of purple boxer shorts. But then again, I do have a pair of white ones polka dotted with hearts. Purple isn't that bad of a color choice when you think about it. The rest of the attire was my normal Saturday attire. A pair of loose fitting Mechanics Jeans and a white T-Shirt.
When it comes down to it I'm an very particular about my clothing. Nothing tight will be around my crotch. Yet I love fitted feeling of shirts, across my torso. Maybe it's just the way that a tight t-shirt pulls across my body, revealing the well toned muscular frame that is below it.
After I got dressed, I walked down stairs the sounds and smells of the kitchen grew louder and stronger as I walked through the door. Sasami, was standing there, wearing her pajamas still, and cooking breakfast. “Something smells really good Sasami,” I said as I poured a cup of coffee and took my news paper over to the table.
“Good morning Angelus-Sama,” Sasami greeted me as I sat down. “Breakfast will be ready shortly.”
“Take your time Hun,” I sad as I unfolded the paper. “I want to try and read the sports section.”
“Uguu,” Ayu groaned as she poured a cup of coffee, and sat down. “I don't like mornings.”
“Neither do I,” Haruhi said as she walked slightly bow legged through the door.
“Steelers are going to win,” I said, as I read the news paper. “I don't know why the Cardinals are even playing.”
“I thought you were a colts fan?” Haruhi said as she poured some coffee for herself.
“I am,” I laughed. “One can only dream of seeing them in the Super Bowl.”
“Stranger things have happened,” Dokuro-Chan said as she sat down yawning. “Chester's been fed.”
“Thank you Dokuro-Chan,” I said as I forked a piece of pancake in my mouth. At that very moment it was like my mouth was orgasming. The fluffy texture of buttermilk pancakes, combined with butter and maple syrup. It's like nothing else. One can only savor the taste of this food, and feel sorry for anyone who has never had a chance to try Sasami's cooking. Everything was supreme down to the last bit. I used what was left of my pancakes just to mop up syrup so each bite would be a buttery syrupy fluffy bite.
After everything was put away, I went outside for a few minutes, to collect Chester, My lovable Dudley Lab. Probably the stupidest, but probably the most lovable mutt you've ever seen. If 'I didn't have Ayu, Dokuro-Chan, Haruhi, and Sasami, Chester would be there and keep me company. Every morning after breakfast and sometimes before I'll take him out for a walk in the park. He just loves it though I've been pulled tot eh ground and dragged a few times, because of a squirrel, or a rabbit. But this time of year it's the Canada Geese he likes to chase. Ever since he was a puppy, loved to chase things, but back then he was still easy to control, now this big 100 pound dog has enough force to even up root me.
Soon as Chester sees the leash in my hand he always bolts towards me. I'm always bracing for an impact that never does come. He always stops dead right before he runs into me, and sits down, perfectly still. He always has this look about him when he does it. He just looks so ecstatic that it's almost impossible for him to sit still. “You don't want to go for a walk do you?” I say as I dangle the leash watching his head follow it. I do this because it's fun to watch him. I know it's mean but he's a good old dog. I don't know what I would do without him.
There is one nice thing about where I live, I live right next door to the county park, well across the street I should say, but it's just a simple 2 minutes to get to the entrance and then the 2 mile trail that runs through the park, and a few baggies in case Chester decides to drop a duce, which is almost likely to happen. A jog in the park would normally last about an hour.
There are always the same people that I see every day, when I'm jogging, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, out walking there Maltese. The crazy old lady who no one knows really, she just sits there talking to herself. As well as other people that just come through the place from time to time. I just set my iPod to shuffle and go.
“Good morning Angelus,” Mr. Henderson says as he bent down to scratch Chester on the head, and as I rip the ear buds from my ears and stop for a chat. “And good morning to you Chester.”
“Morning Jack,” I said shaking his hand. “Minerva still at home sick?”
“The flu I'm afraid,” Jack said as he shook his head. “Nothing much to do, just get some rest and take plenty of liquids.”
“Jack you and Minerva are good friends,” I said, as I bent down to scratch max. “Have been since me and everyone else moved in. Ayu and Sasami are both worried. I am as well. Either come by later or we'll stop in, with some stuff for you, and Minerva. I won't take no for an answer before you decline.”
“That’s all well and thoughtful Angelus,” Jack sad as he clapped me on the shoulder. “But I would hate to see one of you get sick.”
“Jack look at me,” I said. “Have you ever known me to be sick? I take too good of care of myself, and the others do to. We only want to see Minerva get better.”
“God bless you,” Jack said as I was getting ready to get back on my way.
“And may the Cosmic Powers watch over you,” I said as I put my ear buds back on and gave Chester's leash a slight tug.
The rest of the jog was pretty much uneventful, save for the few times I happened to pass someone who made me wish I wasn't married. But then if I wasn't married I wouldn't have four beautiful women who take care of me.
When I got back Haruhi was out hopping, Ayu was reading a book, Sasami was busy cleaning and Dokuro-Chan was doing god knows what. I find it best not this ask what either. The last time I found myself flying through the window and my intestines flying out of me.
“Sasami,” I said as I walked through the door. “You know that carrot cake that you make. Can you make one for me? I ran into jack and Minerva it turns out has the flu. I thought we should go over and see how she's doing.”
“I'll need some things from the store Angelus-Sama,” Sasami said as she looked for a phone. “I'll need to call Haruhi and get her to pick them up.”
“That would be great,” I said as I kissed her on the forehead. “I'll be in the den if you want me.”