Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2006 02:31:37 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN'S VALENTINES GIFT

SO I was sitting at the table awaiting what could be a very nice romantic
evening. Everything was all set to go! Fine white linen table cloth, fine
table napkins wrapped neatly, nice clear glasses on pedestals, and the
room itself was nice and clean. Two candles sat on the table not yet lit.
Superman had been cooking all afternoon, not telling me what he was doing
or allowing me in the kitchen, for any reason. I was virtually twidling
my thumbs on the tablecloth. At last he brought in the main dish while
wearing two pot mits. Of course he was dressed as Clark, and looked a bit
fatigued at cooking all day. But he was happy when he set the dish down
on the proper wire plate holder, and went, "Ta, Daaaa!" I just nodded my
head from side to side and sure enough, he made a large dish of lasagna.
He came over to me and gently kissed me on the forehead and softly
scratched my back, before comforting me over my shoulder. "Well what do
you think? Not bad on the first try, eh? Just like Mama Louise!!" God I
was thinking. . .is he trying to be funny or what? I was waiting for him
to take his arm over my shoulder, when he said he had forgotten
something. He went to the shelf drawer and reached in for some heavy duty
matches. There he carefully lit both standing candles, and it did make
all the difference in the world. The room actually began to look
different. Then he went over to the kitchen and turned off the kitchen
light. COZY, I thought. I went over to the small portable refigerator and
got us some diet cokes to drink. Superman got the small cocktail ice
container and plopped ice in each glass as I poured. We both sat down and
we both gave thanks. I happen to love lasagna, and was the first to
attempt to slice the dish. Superman just sat down looking at me, with
silverware in hand, awaiting his share of the deep dish he was so proud
of. I could tell he was waiting for my critical response to how it
tasted. I bit into it and sure enough, it was a good tasting lasagna
indeed. So nice and stringy with cheese, which of course is another one
of my favorites. After a few bites, Superman acted like he just thought
of one more thing he'd forgotten and went to the living room for it. He
came back with it and put the small red ribboned with red stripped box
next to my dish. While sitting back in his chair, he said, "It's for you.
. . Happy Valentines day." I looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to
open it now?" "No!," he said. "You can open it whenever you wish. I dont
care." I gave him that EXCUSE ME look I'm good at giving at, and he
busted out laughing. "It's nothing important," he said," I just want you
to know how much I love you." Then he resumed eating his lasagna
carefully with his fork. I decided to open it at this point and must
admit the wrapping was unusually beautiful. Like it had been department
store wrapped for Christmas. I opened it and found an assortment of
ribbed condoms. I smirked and looked at him holding the condoms, "What do
I need these for. . .I dont fuck." Wiping his strong mouth with one of
the table napkins, he said to me, "They're what you'll be taking every
night this week!" (Lonnngggg pauuusssseeeee). "FROM ME." "Go ahead. .
.count em. There's seven of em. One for each night. I expect you to take
every one of em from me for the next week. Their exotic, erotic, and
silky smoooooooth." Then he sat back and let out a self relying grin,
still chomping slowly on his food. I looked at them and each one had the
basic color of red and dark red except for one which was blueish.
CONDOMS, I thought. Just what every girl dreams of! "Tell me, Mr. K! What
are you going to give me for this coming Christmas. . . .a dildo?" That
smart remark didnt take well with Superman who immediately lost his
smile. "Look you horny bitch," he snapped back. (Can you tell we've been
together for some time now?) "You're lucky it's me that wants to fuck
you!" "OH," I said. "And I suppose you want me to bend over right this
minute. . .Mr. CUM EASY!" With that he shoved the white napkin down to
the floor area and said, "FUCK YOU, THEN." He got up off his chair, "I
dont need this." But his little walk away number didnt last as he got mad
enough to come over to my side. He crouched down beside me and talked to
me in my ear, while I was concentrating on the hearty lasagna. "You dont
need me, what you need is fuck machine, you know that??" He was beginning
to look as red as the lasagna meal. He grabbed my right arm and shoved it
between his meaty legs. "You feel that? HUH? That thing wants you. But
you dont realize it. How much I want you to love me and it wants to love
you." Chewing on my food, I turned to him and said sweetly, "Sez you." He
just kept looking at me as if I was to say some sort of apology to him,
but went for my coke with my left hand. "That's it!" he commented.
"You're going to get fucked, and you're going to get fucked tonight." He
got up and grabbed his dish before going back into the kitchen to wash
it. He didnt even bother to turn on the light. That night, in my pajamas
sitting in bed, I awaited his "curtain call". You know. . . he always
fucks me. It's just that now he's got these fancy sh-mancy tulip like
frilly things he wants to put on while doing it now. After brushing his
teeth he came in wearing his usual topless macho garb with pajama bottom
only. He came over to me and crouched again by my side of the bed this
time. He apologized for his behavior, and managed to sneak out a soft
lone rose from behing his masculine back. It was on a long stem and he
placed it on the table next to me. I took off his glasses and said, "I'm
sorry too babe. Sorry it couldnt be a more romantic evening for you." He
gently kissed me on the hand and bent over to kiss me on the lips. It was
a nice soft kiss, and the kind I had been hoping for on this day. But
then he broke away and whispered to me quietly, "but, I'm still going to
fuck you." With that he got on the bed and put both his legs in a V shape
over and around me. He probed his strong stomach muscles against my lips
and I tasted the hairs that rested outside of them. He smelled nice and
clean and I had no problem wanting to make love.But all I could do was
hug him for now, as I reached over to grab him around his beautiful butt
and press against his thick heavy hamstrings. I think he was amazed that
I didnt try to at least lick him on his abs. To tell you the truth, I
usually am a pretty horny guy in bed. Especailly with him as my lover,
and husband. As I started to feel his big shapely legs, I remembered how
extremely erotic I can get with this big mega-dude. I opened his pajama
bottom by unbuttoning it at the top of the fly, and then opened the
second one down. I could see his squirming worm holding itself steady
through the bottom area, and I knew my destination. All I could do right
now was kiss him all over his pubic hairs on top and try to tease him
while slowly going downward. The pajama bottom began to fall down to his
thighs as I scooped up his hard cock into my mouth. He has such a nice
perfectly shaped piece of cockmeat. No foreskin and always it seems ready
to go when you need it. So long and firm and oh, so suckable. I asked him
when he was going to get one of those condoms, and he said he had one
right under his pillow. I reached for it with my left hand under the
pillow and at first couldnt find it. Finally he reached for it, because
he could see it with his X-ray vision and got it for me. He wanted me to
put it on for him. A nice hefty ribbed red condom, I was wondering what
it felt like. Gently holding, and rubbing my head with his strong hand,
he said,"Oh I'm sure you're going to like it." I couldnt believe he was
trying to ruin the mood with his macho smuck quips, but I let it ride. I
attempted to break open the plastic exterior so as not to break the
condom. It was becoming as bad as opening a ketchup device from
McDonalds. Finally it tore open and I gave it to him. But with both
hands, he guided the both of us to slide the slick red condom on to his
dick. That thing looked huge and RED. I was wondering if it was
fluorescent. He allowed me to sniff it, and I licked it a little. Then he
shoved the thing into my eye cavities as I let him do this playfully. It
smelled like one of those things you get at an adult scented book store.
Finally he had enough and said, "C'mon." And he wanted me to roll over on
to my front. Que sera, sera I thought. This is definately not the first
time! He reached over to the side table drawer and took out our trusty
lube. I put my head into the pillow expecting a wild rollicking night.
Especially after his outburst at the table. I was wondering if he still
had vengence in his heart. I heard the table drawer slam, and he was set
to do his thing. Man I could feel his big body move into place and the
thumping of the red ribbed condomed dickmeat pounding at my backside. The
thing began bouncing around my tail end and didnt make any sudden moves
other than the constant bouncing. Finally he shoved it into my crevice
hole and began his descent. By now I was sure my hole had adjusted its
capacity for accomodating his ultra huge man meat, but was curious about
the feel of the red ribbed condom. My first thoughts were that it felt
like a space suit. My honey's dick was now encompassed with a far away
space helmet. I almost laughed! Slowly and expertly he brought the thing
to the far interior of my capability. Moving himself slowly and with a
soft sigh of comfort, his legs started up with his Superman momentum. I
could feel the ribbs tickling me from the inside now. Superman, on the
other hand, was feeling the sensual part of it. Burying it deeper and
driving his dick to fuck me in and out. His meaty shaft taking ahold of
it's realm once again, Superman driving the thing into me and making him
feel as every bit as good inside himself. His arm did the usual adjusting
of resting itself on the wall, while his left hand rested on the left
side of his buttocks area. Superman was never one to make a whole lot of
noise, but it seemed he was always content to feel the sexual fuck deep
down in himself. Almost into his very soul while letting his cock have
the glory. The ribbs I was becoming used to, and the bed itself was
beginning to shake momentously. I could hear him gasp, and then he got on
his arms like a dog and started to fuck me somemore. My butt was really
taking a virtuous pounding, and I felt like my glutes were being shoved
higher and higher. "Oh yeah." Superman started with his verbal
exclamations. "C'mon baby! Take it like a man. See what that ribbed form
does to me? Yeah. Take it. Take it, honey." Superman's head propped
upward towards the ceiling as he closed his eyes in a youthful gaze. His
tongue swishing inside his mouth.His hips and buttocks were rollicking
and pushing himself to the limit. Pumping every last push and pump of the
ribbs into his meaty hefty lover's vagina! Letting his bottom love have
at it in a wild and frenzy flesh of dick wad meat love! Not wanting to
cum too soon, he kept it at a level of getting his horny rocks off.
Letting the pump be the ruler, and enjoying every flesh ribbed condomed
flutter. I started to cry out, becuase he ws doing it unusually hard. As
if trying to break my bottom! "See, what did I tell ya!" he spoke. He
kept gashing it into me. "Your getting FUCKED! Long and hard, just like I
said. See, bottom boy? Your taking everything I've got to give to ya!" At
this time he really let me have it, and I thought the bed was going to
break. It kept hitting the wall with the headboard. He grabbed the wall
with his right arm once again, and braced it. All the while fucking me to
the hilt! "Here it cums," he warned. "OH YEA, here it comes. OHHHhhhhhh.
. . . .damn. . .fuck! G-jezzuzz." He let it pop, and I could hear him
take a breath of relief. The sweat was beginning to drip from his
forehead and face. (He always does that). His stomach was heaving in a
walloping hard pant. "Uh!" he went. Still keeping himself leaning against
the wall with his eyes closed and looking like he was thanking God for
mercy. He pulled out and the condom stayed in. He looked down and
laughed. "Gee. . .I-I hope you enjoyed your Valentines gift as much as I
did! (FUNNY, FUNNY) I thought. He got up and took a shower with his big
beefy body. I took the red hanging thing out of me and threw it into the
trash can right next to me by the door. When he came in to sleep in the
nude, he kissed me on the lips with his self satisfying grin, I went in
to the bathroom to freshen up myself. By the time I came back to bed,
Superman was deep in the covers fast asleep snoring away. His big body
taking up more than half the kingsize bed. I took the red rose and gently
swabbed it around his ear. Here was a man that was totally out to lunch.
I fell back into the covers with him and held him snugly. Then he grabbed
my arm and covered my hand with his and said to me, "GOOD NIGHT!" "Oh
Youuuu." I playfully jabbed him with my right knee, and he smiled and
laughed. Believe it or not, we talked to each other quietly under the
covers for another hour. It was a nice Valentines Day indeed.

THE END