The Five-year Fuck

“Beep, Beep, Beep!” I reached over to shut my alarm clock up and go back to bed for just 10 more minutes, but then just as I was about to slap snooze, I remembered that today was the day! My wife, Dorian, rolled back over in bed and said in a tired and muffled voice, “Just 5 more minutes, Don.” I shook her suddenly and excitedly responded, “Today’s the day, honey!” She suddenly jolted and sat up in bed. “Oh my gosh! You're right!” Then in unison we hopped out of bed and started getting ready. I must say that on that morning we both had a bit of a spring in our step as we prepared for the ceremony. Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” played, while my wife showered and I shaved and we both sang along. It really got us both in the mood and made us both a bit horny. After I finished shaving, I took my last male super enhancement pill, which I had been on for the past three months. Each dose had been preparing me for today and my penis felt so energized, I was ready. Later that day at about noon, we got in our car and we went to “The Complex,” as it was called. This was where everybody went for their “ceremony.” Speaking of which, I should probably tell you what this “ceremony” even is. Well, this ceremony all started 100 years ago when our country fought in the Great 9 Year War and gained freedom from the evil Order of Chastity. The order was very evil and forbade anybody from ever having children, hence the name. Our great country, known as Hornia, trained a large army and went to war against Chastisia, the center for the Order. After the long, violent, and bloody 9 Year War, we were able to gain freedom from the Order and have as many children as we wished. I remember being a young boy and hearing stories from my grandparents about their experiences during the war and afterward. My grandfather told me about his time as a soldier, and about the many places he had seen. He said he had fought all over Hornia and Chastisia. He described the beautiful rolling hills of Testia, and the large, wind-blown plains of Uteria. He told me, however, how his memories of these places were quickly soured by the thought of the violent battles which had taken place on these lands. The blood of his comrades had tainted these beautiful milieus and he could never remember them in the same way again. I also remember the daring war stories that grandma and him told me. He would revel in some of his greatest victories as a soldier and the tense moments that lead up to these. He showed me photographs of the advanced weaponry of the era, such as the 8008 Cum Rocket, and PEN15 Sperm Bomb. My favorite photograph that he showed me was of him and his cum covered comrades standing atop a hill, their fists up in the air, celebrating victory. My grandmother told me about the emotional rollercoaster that she experienced as a nurse during the war. She would get choked up as she would recount her memories of the horrifying injuries that were on soldiers when they were admitted after a bloody battle. She remembered soldiers that were admitted who were just too far gone to try and heal. These memories were the ones that would cause her to cry. She told me about how she talked to many of these soldiers before they died and how they all seemed like such nice people. She said that it made her sad to see such kind people die, but then she would tell me about how many soldiers she was able to heal and how happy it made her to know that they could go home to see their families once this horrible war was over. After my grandparents came back from the war, they rejoiced and finally had their first child, my mother. She grew up, got married, and then I was born. After our freedom from the Order, one of the things we did was create what many called, The High City. I remembered learning about The High City in school and hearing stories of its grandeur. I read books that described its large granite buildings constructed in the Greco-Roman style and how everything there “shined like gold.” My grandparents were too old once the high city was completed to try and go, but my parents were able to attempt The Ceremony. This ceremony was what my wife and I were going to begin today. About a year ago my parents completed the ceremony and they were able to go to The High City. Sadly, once a couple went to the High City they were not able to return to the main town for an extended period of time, so I had only seen my parents once this year for a couple of days. However, if my wife and I passed the test we would be able to join them in the High City as well. Now, you may all be wondering what the actual test is, which I will explain now. This test was one which required determination and a true loving bond between marriage partners. The task was simple but required the utmost concentration and strength; have sex for 5 years straight. There were no breaks, or exceptions to the rules, but I was determined. I had heard stories about people who had tried and failed to complete such an arduous task. They had been ridiculed by everyone and they had to go into exile for their actions. My wife and I did not want to be one of those couples. We had both trained extensively for this day and we were ready. Finally, we reached “The Complex,” parked our car, and entered the building. The attendant wore large black rimmed glasses and had her jet black hair with natural amber streaks in a bun. She looked up at us cheerfully and said, “Welcome to The Complex! How may I help you?” “We’re here for the ceremony,” I said, my voice quivering slightly. “Oh, well let me print off the paperwork,” she replied. She stood up and disappeared through the double doors behind her. My wife and I waited for what seemed like an eternity, fear building up inside me as we did. I couldn’t help but think of the consequences if we failed. I would never forgive myself if my wife had to go through public ridicule and shame. A few minutes later, the attendant came back with the papers and we sat down to read and sign them. A couple minutes later, we returned to the attendant with the signed papers. After she looked them over, she opened a set of double doors to the right of her desk and said, “You are ready.” Slowly my wife and I went through the doors and walked down a long hallway. The click of my wife’s heels on the tile floor echoed off the white washed walls and was the only sound we could hear. After a minute of walking, we discovered the room we were looking for. A sign above the door read “Ceremony Room 10” in large, white, block lettering. We entered the room and were surprised by the abrupt change in scenery between it and the hallway. The walls were made of rough sandstone bricks and the only light was several torches on the walls. The ceiling was twenty feet high and on the opposite side from the door, about ten feet up, there was a large balcony with a tall opposing chair on it. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed with the comfiest looking pillows and softest sheets we had ever seen. Then up on the balcony we heard footsteps. We looked and saw who we presumed was the person that would watch us; he would make sure we followed the rules. He must have been at least ninety years old and must have done this job for a very long time. His face looked very wrinkled and had big lines running down it. It looked as though the stress of such a high importance position had stretched it. His eyes looked brown and cloudy; the veins in them were large and visible. They reminded me of a desert sandstorm. He had a long white beard and wore white robes similar to a priest’s. He sat down in his chair, situated himself, cleared his throat, and then he spoke to us. “Hello fuckers!” he said, his voice being surprisingly loud for his age. “It is time to start your trial, you may undress and enter the bed.” We then undressed ourselves and threw our clothes on the ground. As my wife undressed I admired her beautiful body, it was flawless. Her skin was free of any blemishes, no scratches, no scars, no freckles, no wrinkles. Her body was heavenly in every way. We hadn’t had sex in about 5 months, but she was just as wonderful as I had remembered. We both slowly got onto the bed, once we did we wouldn’t be able to get off for five whole years, but I was ready. We got into starting position, my wife on the pillow, and me hovering over her on my hands and knees. “There is a calendar on the wall so you can keep track of what day it is and a clock as well. I wish you well in your intercourse odyssey. You may start fucking now!” It was starting now! I was so excited I could barely contain myself and neither could my wife. Big grins established themselves on our faces and we got to it. “Over these past couple weeks I’ve been thinking of lots of fun things we could do!” I said. “Great!” said my wife. For the first three of months of the trial we had regular old sex. Just my dick in her pussy, no caveats or tricks. It was great to start off with and we loved it. But after the first three months my hands were getting tired of just touching the bed sheets, they were ready to explore a fleshy landscape and maybe even find some undiscovered treasure. We continued with our regular sex, but my hand did a bit of exploring. Her breasts were perfect in every sense of the word. They were squishy, round, and just right in size. I squeezed them for days on end. I was so calmed by this sensation that I felt at peace in a way in which I had never felt before. The past year had been a rough one for our family. I had lost a job, my wife had lost her brother, and we almost had to sell our home. There were many nights that year when my wife and I would be so stressed we’d cry for hours together. Just thinking about the suffering we had to go through made me sad. But now, as I squeezed her titties I felt much calmer than I had at any point that past year. After a while I started to squeeze them in a rhythm that was like that of a human breathing. I became entranced and would watch as the skin tightened as I squeezed, then became smooth when I let go. But after a while I got tired and the magic of the squeeze disappeared. So then I decided to just caress them. I felt so calm at that point that I didn’t feel the need to go fast or be rough. Slowly, for days on end I rubbed my hands up and down her breasts. I loved the way they curved and the way they moved as I stroked them. “I’ve never gotten a breast massage before,” my wife said, chuckling. Then after several months of stroking, I decided to do one final thing with her breasts, suck on her titties. Slowly, I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth down onto her right tit. Then I started to slurp. As I did my wife let out a calming, “Ahhhhh.” She felt very relaxed by this slurping and so did I. The last time I had drank breast milk was as a child, but now as I tasted it again I was brought back to childhood. I remembered a time when I felt no stress, had no responsibilities, nothing to worry about. That was a wonderful time in my life. After I spent several weeks slurping each tit, I was done drinking milk. The milk had replenished my energy, however,and I was ready to try new maneuvers. As I was thinking of new maneuvers to try, I suddenly heard the man in the chair say, “Year one is complete, you have four years left!” Wow! I thought. That went by in a flash!
I wanted to start off this second year big, so I tried a new maneuver I had never done before. I called this one “The Superman” and I was excited to try it. I had my wife flip over so I could see her ass. Her ass was just what I needed for this. It was round and dummy thicc, and was as cushioned as a pillow. To start this one, I used my dick and put it deep in her ass. So deep in fact, that she let out the loudest moan I had ever heard. She must have been very satisfied by that. But that part was pretty normal and boring, the next part would be how I spiced it up. I lifted my legs and arms and put them straight out. It was like I was Superman and I felt powerful. My body felt like it had been strengthened. My wife turned around and as she saw this, her face lit up in amazement. She was very impressed with my strength. I held this position for weeks on end, still as a statue. This period was a bit of a quiet time for us, I devoted all of my strength and energy to holding myself up. We both went into a state of intense calm and peace. I got so quiet that we could hear each other’s breathing, and we both enjoyed this much needed break. With no talking, my mind started to wander. I thought very deeply, exploring the undiscovered caverns of my complex and ever changing mind. It was after sometime that I believe I went into a state of deep meditation, in which I saw visions of things that could only be thought of in such an intense state of mind. Eventually I reached a state of “mental nirvana,” in which I saw visions that forever changed me. I was given a completely new perspective on existence itself and what it means to be alive. After I achieved this state of nirvana I never wanted to leave, but after several weeks I knew it was time to awaken myself. Slowly, after several days I became fully aware of my surroundings. But as I returned to the real world, I was saddened by how mediocre the real world seemed in comparison to the “nirvana” I had achieved. This caused me to go into a deep depression, and I went silent for several weeks. I dropped the Superman position, as it only served as a reminder of my mental bliss, and didn’t answer when my wife tried to talk to me several times. Unlike my meditation, I didn’t think much during this time. I went through the Five Stages of Grief during that period, but I believe that this was what returned me to my senses and I am grateful that this happened or our ceremony could’ve been ruined. Going along with the five stages, first came denial. Over the first week, I thought that maybe I was still in the deep meditation I had achieved several weeks ago, I thought that for sure it couldn’t be true that I was no longer meditating. Next came anger, during this period I became violent and would lash out if my wife tried to talk to me. I wanted to return to my nirvana and I didn’t understand why I couldn’t. Then came bargaining, I thought that maybe I could return to that mental bliss I had achieved before if I just tried the “Superman,” again. I mounted her ass, and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head of all my thoughts. I did this over and over again, just hoping I would return to my “nirvana,” but it never happened. It was at that time that the depression settled in, and this was the most taxing on me by far. For several weeks, I lingered on the fact that I was no longer in that deep meditation I had achieved, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now and how to improve again. It also made me sad that our world wasn’t like the meditation I had done, a perfect place for all. But after a couple weeks, I finally came to accept the fact that I no longer could return to meditation at this time. I realized that the world I was living in right now wasn’t so bad, and that having sex with my wife made it all better. I started to talk to my wife again and we returned to having good, happy conversations together. After several months of chatting about my meditation and having regular sex, I felt renewed and was ready to try new sexual maneuvers. I didn’t have any ideas however, so I asked my wife about it and she said she had one we could try. She told me that she had been craving penis recently, and I was prepared to quench her hunger. I centered my penis over her round, and open mouth, and slowly lowered it in. As my penis went in, my wife wrapped her lips around it, like a baby imbibing its’ mothers milk. My wife sucked on my penis for 6 months at least from that point on, but after about the first week or so I remembered the book I had brought along. This would be the perfect time to read it, I thought. I reached my right hand under the bed sheets and pulled out one of my favorite books I had had the pleasure of reading in my mythology class in college. The book had a fine leather cover, and in black letters on the front, it read, “Tales and Myths from Chastisia and Beyond” When my wife saw the book she made a muffled squeal of delight. It was her favorite book as well and I was excited to relive these great stories with her. Over the next 9 months I regaled my wife with the tales of Chastisia and many other nearby countries. We read about how our planet was formed by the gods and how the first humans were formed to walk upon it. We read about some of the gods’ great disputes and the gods’ interactions with the people on the Earth. One of the tales which enthralled us was that of a farmer who lived in the Rectus Province in Hornia. We read about how this farmer had fallen madly in love with the goddess Oraliscus. To try and see her up close and personal, he decided to purposefully destroy all of his crops, in the hopes that by seeing his misfortune, Oraliscus would come and pay him a visit. However, the night after he destroyed all of his crops, Oraliscus came down to him in an untouchable form and was angered by his attempt to fool a goddess. He pleaded with the goddess, saying not to punish him and that he would never do it again. The goddess decided not to punish him, which surprised the farmer, but she knew that without any food to feed him during the winter, he would die. And so, during the summer and fall he ate well and was very happy, but when winter came he had run out of food and after the first month of winter he died. This story was one of our favorites. After each story my wife would tell me how she liked the story with a muffled “mm hmm,” or an “uh uh.” We were just about to start the last section of the book when the man on the platform said, “Year two is complete. You have three years left!” We looked at each other and my wife's eyes opened wide. “Wow, that went by so fast!” I exclaimed to her. “Mmm hmm!” she muttered. Over the next two months we finished the poetry book.
After we read the final story, I closed the book and set it down. Then I asked, “I really liked all those stories! Really brought me back to my good old college days. Did you like them?” “Yes!” she said in a muffled voice. “Well, I think my penis needs some air.” I said. “Ok!” she said. Slowly, I took my penis out of her mouth, and you wouldn’t believe what I saw. My wife’s mouth was so shiny and clean. It was almost like a mirror. The cum must have acted like a cleaning agent! I thought. Her teeth were so white, the whitest that I had ever seen and the inside of her mouth was spotless. “Honey, your mouth is so shiny!” I exclaimed. “Really?!” she said, “I can’t believe it!” “But have you seen your penis?!” she said with joy. I looked down at my penis for the first time since I had removed it from her mouth. My eyes went wide and I went slack jawed, it was… beautiful. It was so smooth, long, and slender. I wasn’t gay, but a penis of that splendor could have turned me gay. For days I stared at it, I was like Narcissus except instead of my face, it was my penis. For days, I caressed, and stroked it. At one point I even tried to kiss it, but being the forty year old man I was, the flexibility I had had as a youth had evaded me, so such a thing was no longer possible. After about two weeks I realized what I had been doing and apologized to my wife for ignoring her. She said it was ok and that it had given her mouth a break from all the sucking she had done; so she was glad for it.
We were both ready to try some new maneuvers now, but we realized that we were running out of ideas. We felt like we had done everything at that point, and that we had no new maneuvers left. So we decided to have a deep thinking session to try and gather our thoughts. We had regular sex for several months to pass the time while we thought of possible new manuevers. We contemplated sex for several months until finally my wife had an idea. She called it, “Condom Roulette!” and how it worked was that each day she would spin a roulette wheel, each spot having a picture of a different type of condom. Whichever one she landed on would be the one I would use for sex that day. It was a wonderful idea, and one that I would never have thought of myself. So for several months, She would spin the wheel each day just hoping that it would land on a certain condom she liked, but even when it didn’t we would still be happy, just because of the fact that we were there having sex together. Then after that was done, I had the brilliant idea for a game I called, “Guess the Condom Flavor!” Each day my wife would blindfold herself and I would choose a flavored condom at random. Then I would put my penis in her mouth and she would suck on it for many hours. After we were done, she would try to guess the flavor of the condom. I was very surprised because she guessed correctly almost 90% of the time; I was very impressed with her guessing abilities. We didn’t realize it, but this had actually taken up all of year three. The man said, “Year three is complete. You have two years left!” We could believe it, we were more than halfway done! I realized now that I was quite tired out.
Those last 3 years of fun had been quite taxing on me and I was ready to do something more relaxed. So I thought for a while, and then I had an idea. It was something classic, something wonderful, and something fun; a kiss. I wanted this to be a very elongated kiss, however. Not just something for a couple seconds, but for a couple months. But I wanted to set the mood right first, and make sure that we both felt unrestrained. For the next week, I calmed us both down and helped to ease and relax us. I rubbed and massaged all over her body and spoke softly to her. After this week-long period we were both relaxed and I was ready to go in for the kiss. Slowly, over the next several minutes, I eased closer towards her until we closed our eyes and our lips touched. The first contact of the kiss felt very nice indeed and I was very pleased by it. For what felt like years, we kissed. Our lips and bodies were pressed up against each other and we wrapped our arms around each other. Every moment we kissed felt better than the last. I loved the feel of her warm, soft lips as they pressed up against mine. Every moment made me want more of her. I wanted her in my life forever, and I never wanted her to leave my side. Our lips explored each other’s and we searched for a true, everlasting kiss. While we kissed, I thought about her, and about how I first met her. I remember the first day I saw her, it was the start of freshman year in college. She had on a beautiful outfit and her long brown hair waved as she walked. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was perfect. Over those first several months, I started to talk to her and hangout with her. Then after those months, I was feeling confident, and I asked her out. When she said yes, I was so overjoyed that I could barely contain myself. Our date was rather simple, just a nice dinner and then a movie, but during our dinner I felt a connection to her. Our conversation flowed and I felt like we had already been dating. I was so happy with how our first date went and I had hoped that she would have liked it too. My questions were answered when we came back to school that Monday, after our third period class. As we left class together, she walked closer to me and felt her arm brush up against mine, then I felt our fingers intertwine and our hands clasp. When we held hands that day I felt something I had never felt before, a true connection of love. I felt like the luckiest man in the world and I was so overjoyed to be with her. The rest from that day on was history and now we were here. I was getting ready to end the kiss when I heard the old man say, “Year five is over! You are finished with the test, congratulations!” Slowly, we released our lips from each other and got out of the bed. Then we looked at each other. Then a smile came across both of our faces. Then we ran at each other and hugged and celebrated. We had done it. We had completed the Five Year Fuck. Then as we were dressing ourselves the old man appeared behind us and said, “I am very happy for you two. There aren’t many people who have the same sort of sexual vigor that you do. I was so intrigued by all of the different maneuvers and positions that you did during your five years in the bed. I have never seen anything like it before. I will open the doorway now that will lead you to the High City. Goodbye.” Then he went over to the back wall that was completely flat and he pushed in on one of the bricks. Suddenly the wall started to move and we were both blinded by the shining light coming through the door. After the door was all the way open, we looked out and saw a staircase that shone like the sun. Then we looked at each other, intertwined our hands, and slowly made our way up to High City.