Synopsis: Candace Williams, beautiful and highly intelligent but also shy, self effacing, devoutly religious, and sexually inhibited is seduced by the devil. This novel length story blends themes of religion, political corruption, and sexual debauchery as Candace progresses up the ladder of American politics. Side-bar stories that rely on great historical events add to the texture of human debauchery and lust that always accompany the acquisition of power and wealth.
Our First Female President
Chapter 01 - The Confessional at St. Marks
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"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last
confession," whispered Candace Williams as soon as Father Elliot slid back the
partition separating the confessor from the penitent.
"Candace, What sins have you committed since your last confession?" asked
Father Elliot, the pastor of St. Marks. Father Elliot was a young Dominican
priest who had been at St. Marks for the past six years.
"I lost my temper twice with my daughter, Briana, and on two occasions I've
had impure thoughts. I've also been touching myself inappropriately." Candace
spoke so quickly that Father Elliot had trouble understanding her. Father
Elliot sensed extreme anxiety in the way that Candace hastily spoke her
confession.
Although young, Father Elliot was an experienced parish priest and over the
years he had learned to deal with a number of problems that he loosely
classified under the heading of 'female sexual anxieties'. Catholic priests were
given special training to counsel women with those problems. He hadn't heard
'touching myself' referred to as a sin in a while. Most of his parishioners
considered masturbation an acceptable practice regardless of the church's
position.
"Children often try our patience but we must teach by example. You must ask
the Virgin Mary to help you better control your anger and to teach you serenity.
Describe your impure thoughts, Candace?"
"It's difficult to speak about them even here; they were sexual in nature."
Sex was a difficult topic for Candace to think about let alone discuss with
another man even if he was a priest. Candace and her husband, Daniel, were
strict Roman Catholics. Candace accepted the church's teaching that sexual
intercourse was for the purpose of procreation not pleasure.
Candace had thought about what happened over and over again. Nothing like that
had ever occurred to her before. The first time was last week while Candace was
in the supermarket. Mike, the produce manager, greeted her.
"Hi. Mrs. Williams, if you and Dan like corn on the cob, I recommend those,
they're local and fresh off the farm." Mike gestured toward a produce table
piled high with ears of corn.
Mike always flirted harmlessly with the female customers, especially the
pretty ones. He had stood near her talking about his son's little league team
while Candace made her selections from the large mound of unshucked corn.
Suddenly, Candace felt Mike's hand reach over her shoulder and slip inside her
blouse and bra and feel her naked breast. For a brief moment, she relaxed as the
hand slipped into her bra and caressed her nipple. The feel of the rough
calloused hand on her breast excited her; especially when his fingers squeezed
and twisted her nipple. Then she realized what was happening and jerked away.
She jumped violently backwards and yelled, "Stop".
"Stop what, Mrs. Williams, are you okay?" asked Mike who was standing several
feet away rearranging heads of iceberg lettuce.
"Nothing, I was just talking to myself," said Candace feeling confused and
shaken. Mike hadn't touched her. He was ten feet away. She had imagined
everything.
"Well, they say that's all right as long as you don't talk back. I got to go
in the stockroom and bring out some more iceberg. Anything else I can help you
with, Mrs. Williams?" said Mike as he turned to go.
"Nothing, thanks for recommending the corn, it looks delicious." Candace was
deeply embarrassed about what she had just imagined. Mike seemed a good family
man and father. Involving him in her debauched fantasy made the sin even worse.
The other time was in the pharmacy when she was picking up Dan's allergy
prescription. She was standing in the checkout line behind a young girl with
bright green spiked hair and multiple studs in her ears, nose, and even one in
her tongue. Candace disapproved of teenagers who dressed "punk" or "Goth" or
whatever it was. Tattoos, piercing, those were things that would never happen to
her or Briana, her daughter. Good Roman Catholics treated their bodies as a
sacred God given vessel for the soul. The idea of modifying it was unacceptable
and immoral to Candace's way of thinking. There were half a dozen people in
front of them and the line hadn't moved in several minutes.
The girl turned back to Candace and said, "They should open another checkout,
I've got to get to school."
Candace had smiled and blandly replied, "No one has enough help these days."
Candace had started to turn away when the girl had put her hand on Candace's arm
and asked, "Do you like girls?"
"I don't know what you mean," replied Candace.
"This," said the girl as she pulled Candace into an embrace and pressed her
lips to Candace's. Candace opened her mouth and felt the metal stud in the
girl's tongue. The girl quickly moved one hand between Candace's legs and
touched her sex. Candace pressed herself against the girl's hand. Candace pulled
the girl closer and tightened the embrace. Candace mouth sucked on the girl's
tongue and she reached down and put her hands on the girl's buttocks and pulled
her even closer grinding their pelvises together.
"Lady, would you mind moving your hand," said the girl startling Candace out
of her reverie. Candace looked down to see that her hand was gripping the girl's
butt cheek. Candace immediately removed her hand. The girl was standing quietly
with an armful of merchandise. Candace had imagined the whole thing. The girl
had a puzzled smile on her face.
"I'm terribly sorry. I'm sorry I touched you. I must have been thinking about
something else," mumbled Candace feeling a deep sense of embarrassment and
shame.
"Whatever it was, it must have been hot," said the girl smiling as she turned
to place her purchases on the checkout counter.
When Candace was leaving the drugstore, she had seen the girl getting on the
back of a motorcycle. She was talking to a boy as she stowed her purchases in
the side bags.
"You wouldn't believe what just happened?" said the girl.
"What?"
'This housewife dyke in the checkout line started feeling my ass, right there
in public. She was moaning and breathing heavy like she was really getting off
on it."
"You're bullshitting me. You punch her out."
"No, I just let her have her fun. It was totally weird. It was kind of like
she was in a trance. Then she sort of woke up and turned red as a beet when she
realized she had grabbed my ass."
"Probably some fat old housewife who isn't getting enough. She probably
pictured herself munching that cute little rug of yours."
"No, young and real pretty, but a Martha Stewart fan."
"Go get her, maybe she's into three ways."
"Let's go, asshole. We've got to get to school. Besides, she's not your type."
The two incidents had frightened Candace. Fantasizing about sex act was the
sin of Lust. Lust was one of the seven deadly sins and therefore a mortal sin.
What was even worse was that she had been aroused. Candace distinctly remembered
a feeling of pleasure invading her body. That night in the shower, she found
herself unconsciously soaping her clitoris as she recalled what happened with
the girl. She had jerked her hand away when she realized what was doing.
In Candace mind, she had not only sinned in her imagination but she had taken
pleasure from the sin. The pleasure was only for a moment but it was undeniably
there. The feeling of pleasure was a worse sin than the act itself thought
Candace. She felt humiliated and ashamed of her behavior. Candace decided to go
to confession at St. Marks the next day.
"I must do penance for my sins and pray to the Virgin to keep impure thoughts
from my head and heart," decided Candace.
"Candace, Candace, reluctance to discuss sexual matters is understandable but
sex is a part of our everyday lives and we must be able to cope with it.
Remember, I am your priest confessor and God had empowered me to forgive your
sins no matter how terrible they might be," said Father Elliot bringing Candace
back to the present.
"I imagine that I am engaged in acts of sexual depravity with those around me.
The first time a man was touching my breast. The other time I was kissing a
young girl and we were touching each other. It was sickening and horrifying. In
my mind, I was a willing participant in vile acts that only the most sinful and
wicked would perform. I took pleasure from my participation. My body responded
in the same manner as if I were engaged in intercourse with my husband."
"And the pleasure was definitely of a sexual nature?"
"Yes, Father, I become sexually aroused, Afterwards, I felt terribly ashamed
of my conduct and my failure to exercise control over my senses. I feel as if
there was another person inside my body. I think that person is seeking control
over my soul. It wants to turn me away from the worship of Christ and the
Virgin."
"St. Augustine of Hippo wrote about the constant struggle to control our
bodily desires. He considered the flesh as Man's greatest weakness. I sense the
devil is tempting you, Candace. Perhaps, Satan has singled you out for
temptation, knowing what a strong believer you are and your firm commitment to
God's church. You must be resilient and vigilant in your faith. Satan is very
clever and he works diligently against those faithful to the holy church and its
teachings. By associating sexual depravity with pleasure, he dulls your defenses
against mortal sin. Satan tempts you to pass over that thin line that separates
our imagination from reality. He knows that if he can tempt you to sin in your
mind and heart then it becomes easier to follow him into the world of darkness
and perversity. Sometimes he selects a soul and works with great skill to bring
the person over to Satan's service."
"What should I do, Father?"
"Seek the comfort and support of the Holy Spirit in resisting these thoughts.
Pray to the Virgin who never succumbed to the temptations of the flesh. She will
help you Candace."
"Yes, Father."
"You penance is 5 Our Fathers and 10 Hail Mothers. Let us pray the Act of
Reconciliation together."
"O God, in your great Mercy and Love, grant that I may sincerely and
thoroughly repent from all my sins, and humbly and devoutly receive your
forgiveness through the Sacrament of Reconciliation, and grant this same
merciful grace to other poor sinners, especially those most in need of
repentance and forgiveness." Candace and Father Elliot repeated in unison.
Candace walked to the Chapel of the Assumption, genuflected, and sat down in
the front pew. It was her favorite place in the church and she always performed
her penance there. Candace had always found the solitude and beauty of the
chapel to be the perfect place to pray for forgiveness.
Candace loved the ornate white marble altar and the stature of the Virgin that
a wealthy parishioner had donated to St. Marks when the church was built in
1926. Recently, the statue had gone through a cleaning and restoration and
Candace felt it positively glowed with the goodness of the Blessed Virgin. The
chapel was secluded; well off to the right of the church nave. It was normally
empty.
"I'll double the penance. And I'll say a rosary every morning right after Dan
leaves for work and the bus picks up Briana," thought Candace as she leaned
forward to kneel down.
"Excuse me."
Candace had thought the pew was empty but she looked to see a tall,
well-dressed man standing next to her waiting to exit. He was wearing a
business suit but had long black hair. Somehow, the man looked familiar. St.
Marks counted over 2,000 members. She probably saw him at Mass on Sunday but
couldn't recall who he was.
"Sorry," said Candace as she stepped back out of the pew allowing him to pass.
As he passed Candace, he ever so slightly brushed against her.
"I've got to quite letting this distract me and pay more attention to my
surroundings. I was certain the chapel was empty then I sat right down in a pew
blocking that gentleman who was leaving," said Candace as she knelt down and
began saying the first Our Father of her penance. Candace closed her eyes to
concentrate on the prayer. Candace believed in the power of prayer and focused
her mind on the words and their meaning. Candace took out her rosary and held it
in her hands as she prayed. It was the rosary that her Aunt Silvia had given her
for her First Communion. It was a little larger than most rosaries and the cross
was made of the same type of wood that was used to crucify Christ. The Pope
himself had blessed it.
Candace worried that she hadn't made a good confession. She hadn't told Father
Elliot all her sins. She was too embarrassed to confess waking up in the middle
of the night, moaning and breathing heavily with one hand rubbing her clitoris
and two fingers of the other hand inside her vagina. Last night, she woke up
writhing and twisting as an orgasm swept her body. It was the first orgasm she
had experienced in several years. Her hands were covered with her wetness.
Candace quietly went to the bathroom to clean herself. When she turned the light
on and looked in the mirror, she saw she had unbuttoned her pajamas. One breast
was exposed and the nipple was elongated. I've been playing with my nipples and
my vagina. I have not done that since I was thirteen. That was before I realized
it was a sin thought Candace.
Thankfully Dan was a heavy sleeper. Candace's middle-of-the-night masturbation
had started over a month ago. At first it was only once a week. But lately it
had become every night. Eventually Dan will find out thought Candace.
But masturbation was just too personal to discuss with anybody especially a
priest. How do you tell a man of God that you're playing with yourself like a
teenager with no self-control wondered Candace? Candace had considered
discussing it with her husband, Daniel. They had talked about masturbation
before they were married and both agreed it was a sin. What if he woke up and
found her rubbing herself like a woman who had no morals. Dan was very devout.
He might leave her.
"I would deserve it if Dan left me and took Briana, I'm not a fit mother for
her, Please help me, Virgin," pleaded Candace as she looked up at the face of
the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
Candace returned to her prayers and was repeating the last of the five Our
Fathers when she felt herself standing up. It was like she was being directed
and controlled by someone else. Candace didn't will it to happen but she didn't
resist it either. She walked quickly back to the Confessional. As she
approached, she could hear the murmured words of another penitent describing
their sins to Father Elliot. Candace opened the Confessional door and stepped
into the booth in front of Father Elliot. Candace dropped quietly to her knees
in front of the priest and began to unbutton his cassock. Candace recognized the
voice of Doris Sullivan describing how she had argued with her son about his
choice of video games.
"Sometimes I think those games were created by the devil himself. Tommy won't
touch his homework but he'll sit there playing those dreadful games for hours.
What can I do?" asked Doris.
Candace finished unbuttoning Father Elliot's cassock then unbuckled his
trousers. Father Elliot made no move acknowledging what Candace was doing as she
unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled his penis out. Candace leaned forward
and pressed the soft cock to the side of her face. It felt warm, even hot,
against her cheek. She inhaled the scent and thought it the most wonderful
aroma she had ever experienced. She pressed her nostrils to his cock and
breathed in deeply. Candace wondered how could anything smell that divine. There
was the faint smell of urine but an even stronger aroma of male flesh.
"Oh this is so wonderful, just being able to touch and smell Father Elliot's
cock. How could I have not known how wonderful this could be?" Candace asked
herself.
Candace had never been willing to allow Daniel to bring his penis anywhere
near her face. Candace had strongly rejected Daniel's hesitant suggestion that
they perform oral sex.
"Sodomy is a sin, a mortal one. God intended that a man and woman join their
sexual parts in one and only one fashion and for only one purpose, to create
another life to worship him,' was Candace's final word to Dan on the topic of
oral sex.
Candace considered the very idea of Dan's penis in her mouth both unnatural
and a mortal sin. But this is so different she thought as she rubbed her cheek
against Father Elliot's cock. The feeling was one of rapture.
"Oh my salvation, sublime, powerful, exquisite, pleasure beyond anything
imaginable," were the thoughts that flooded Candace's mind as she massaged her
cheek with Father Elliot's penis.
"I did not know it was possible to experience this much joy" thought Candace
as she took Father's Elliot's cock and licked the tip.
"Oh, and the taste, nothing on earth tastes this fine," thought Candace as
she slipped the cock head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip.
Candace began to suck on Father Elliot's hardening cock as she found herself
mentally repeating a prayer to herself she had never heard before.
"Hail Lucifer, Ruler of Hell, Master of Eternal Darkness, accept the worship
of your servant Candace, she desires none other than to adore you, Satan. Help
your servant to overcome the forces that restrain her from your devotion. Cast
out their teachings and make her an instrument for accomplishing your will. "
Candace felt Father Elliot's cock growing hard in her mouth as she moved her
lips further down the shaft. Her tongue slithered along the ridge of skin on the
cock's underside. She felt and heard Father Elliot's moan as her tongue massaged
the sensitive ridge of flesh. Candace had never had a male penis in her mouth
but somehow she knew exactly what to do. There was no hesitation or lack of
will. No courtesan of any age or civilization had more skill in bringing
pleasure to the male sex than I thought Candace Williams. I love to provide oral
sex. I do it extraordinarily well and I take enormous pleasure from it. Although
she was far from having any reasons or justification, Candace felt superbly
confident and able to perform oral sex on a man's penis even though she had
never done it before.
Her mouth filled with warm saliva that drooled out of her glands onto Father
Elliot's cock. Father Elliot's cock pulsated and jerked as her tongue swirled
and wiped across the ridges and furrows of its surface. Candace forced her mouth
to engulf more of the hard penis until her nose was buried in his pubic hairs.
Each touch of a pubic hair inside her nostrils was pure ecstasy. She inhaled
through her nose to draw them deeper inside her nostrils. The pleasure was so
intense she worried she might faint and miss the blissful feeling of a man's
hard warm penis in her mouth.
Then some unknown and unseen force opened Candace's throat and Father Elliot's
cock slid into her esophagus. It was as if her throat had inhaled the penis
taking it several inches past her wisdom teeth. There was no sense of
asphyxiation or gagging. The muscles lining her gullet clung to the head of his
cock as it moved downward and then backward in short strokes.
"How could I have never experienced the sensation of a man's cock sliding in
and out of my throat? To think I denied myself the oral pleasure of Dan's cock
all these years. What a fool I've been. What a pathetic little idiot to forgo
this awesome experience. It feels so wonderful when the blunt beads expands the
walls of my esophagus," thought Candace.
Candace's whole being was focused on the lining of her mouth and throat. The
texture, aroma, and taste were beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her
mouth caressed each vein or irregularity on the surface of Father Elliot's cock.
Her tongue and lips slowly massaged the under lip of the mushroom head. The tip
of her tongue probed the slit hole where Father Elliot's piss flowed out. The
taste of several drops of urine was perfection itself. It was the most
faultless, unflawed thing she had ever put in her mouth. Pre-cum oozed into her
mouth. The salty flavor was all consuming as she rolled it across her taste
buds.
Candace felt Father Elliot's hand on the back of her head forcing his member
even deeper inside her throat. The idea that she was being forced to accept
Father Elliot's cock further into the tunneled cavity of her throat heightened
her sense of excitement.
"I wonder what it would be like if someone with a really huge thick cock
forced it down you're your throat causing your neck to bulge and expand to
accommodate its girth," wondered Candace.
Then Father Elliot's other hand forcefully gripped her head and the pressure
became stronger as he moved Candace's head back to where only the tip was
between her lips then forced it forward to where he face was buried in his
crotch and his penis was inches deep inside her esophagus.
Candace thought to herself, 'He's using my mouth as a sex organ. I love the
feeling of being used for a man's pleasure." Candace's pulled her skirt up and
pushed her hand inside her panties. She began massaging her clitoris with one
hand as she held Father Elliot's balls in the other.
Father Elliot grabbed her head harder and slammed her face forward forcing his
shaft to slide deeper into the tight openings of her throat. Father Elliot
hammered away stroke after stroke. Each thrust had a certain brutality as it
pushed its way into her esophagus. Candace touched her hand to her throat and
felt the bulge caused by the priest's cock. Candace sensed that Father Elliot
was approaching a climax as he increased the rate he was pushing into her
throat. Finally, the priest's entire body went completely rigid then Candace
felt her mouth fill with semen.
Candace responded to the spurts of semen with her own orgasm. She sucked the
warm fluid flowing from the tip of Father Elliot's cock and savored its taste.
Her own body jerked at she climaxed and then she let out a long low moan.
"If I live a thousand years, I will never taste anything this fantastic,"
thought Candace.
Candace's eyes opened with a start. She wasn't in the confessional booth. She
was still seated in the Chapel of the Assumption. Her skirt was bunched up
around her waist. Her panties were on the floor. Her bare bottom felt the hard
wooden seat of the pew. Her feet were resting on the back of the pew in front of
her and her legs were spread as wide as they could stretch. One hand was inside
her blouse twisting one of her nipples and the other was between her legs
rubbing her Rosary against her clitoris. Her pubic area was smeared with
wetness. The Rosary was soaked with her secretions. Candace realized she had
been pushing the long end of the cross inside her vagina while she twisted one
of the arms side against her clit. She was wetter than she had ever thought
possible. She had just climaxed. There was drool covering her chin.
"Oh my God, what is happening to me? I've defiled a holy object," sobbed
Candace as she looked around to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, no one
was. She pushed her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. She reached down and
scooped up her panties and stuffed them in the side pocket of her handbag. She
grabbed some tissues from her purse and wiped her chin off. She wrapped the
soaked Rosary in the tissues and placed it in her purse. Candace looked up at
the statue of the Virgin. Candace took the sad expression on the statue's face
as a reproach for her sinful conduct. Candace's eyes filled with tears and she
fled from the church.
"Father, Father Elliot, are you all right?" asked Doris Sullivan.
"I'm terribly sorry. I'm feeling a little light headed," responded Father
Elliot. Somehow, he realized, he had just climaxed. He looked down. He wasn't
touching himself but he could tell his underwear was wet. He wasn't even
unzipped but he had unmistakably just ejaculated in his boxer shorts. What in
the name of God had caused that?
"There's a bug going around, you may have caught it."
"Yes, I must have."
As soon as Doris left the Confessional, Father Elliot hurried to the Men's
Restroom. He went into a stall and lowered his trousers. His boxer shorts were
smeared with semen and his pubic hair was wet, soaked in fact.
"It looks like somebody just gave me a very wet blowjob," thought Father
Elliott, "and the way I climaxed, I must have enjoyed it, except that no one
did. Hold it a minute, get a grip, priest."
He took some tissue from the roll and wiped himself dry. For some reason, he
brought the tissue to his nose and inhaled. Along with the strong odor of semen
there was the scent of a woman's floral perfume. He had smelled it before and
recently. He thought a moment before recalling that one of this afternoon's
Penitents had worn it. Yes that was Candace Williams. The scent had been
distinctive and he remembered it. It was a light floral perfume not the heavy
erotic perfume most women wore. But how had it gotten on his penis and what was
even more alarming what caused him to have an orgasm while listening to Doris
Sullivan's confession? Certainly, it wasn't Doris Sullivan. She was a matronly
type with a serious weight problem. Besides, Father Elliot had always managed to
keep his feelings about women under control.
Father Elliot thought about the Williams. Father Elliot knew Daniel and
Candace well. He was pastor of St. Marks when they had moved here. He had
counseled Candace when Briana was born and she had been so desperately ill.
There was a time that the doctors had thought Candace was not going to live. The
Williams were devout Catholics, especially Candace.
"How did it happen? What happened?" wondered Father Elliot. "Maybe I should
discuss this with the Monsignor. No, that would be a bad idea."
Lately, the priest hood was terrified of anything that smacked of sexuality
between clergy and laity. Father Elliot decided to keep his mouth shut as far as
the Monsignor was concerned.
Candace was something of an enigma to Father Elliot. She often volunteered at
the church and the nearby Catholic grammar school so Father Elliot on several
occasions found himself working beside her on various projects. Although Candace
was very shy and not the least assertive, Father Elliot knew she was highly
talented as an organizer and discussion group leader, at least when the groups
were small. She seemed to have a remarkable ability to persuade people to agree
on common goals.
Another parishioner, Bernice Creswell, knew Candace when she attended
Georgetown University. Father Elliot was surprised to learn from Bernice that
Candace had graduated Law School first in her class and had the highest score
ever on the Massachusetts Bar Exam, arguably one of the toughest in the nation.
"Her IQ is out of sight. Technically, she's a genius. She speaks several
foreign languages," said Bernice.
Father Elliot had confirmed her language capability when he found her speaking
Croatian with the daughter of a refugee family that St. Marks had sponsored.
"Candace, where did you learn to speak Croatian?" asked Father Elliott after
he saw her talking to the Mesic's daughter in the hall of the grammar school.
Candace had been a member of the committee helping the Mesic's resettle in
America.
"I thought Janica would be more comfortable if someone spoke her language. I
bought a textbook on the Internet and taught myself. I'm not very proficient."
Later, Father Elliot was chatting with Stefan Mesic when he came to pick up
Janica after school. Father Elliot spoke to Janica about her conversation with
Candace.
"Janica, I saw Mrs. Williams speaking Croatian with you. Are you helping her
learn your native language?"
"Mrs. Williams speaks Croat better that most Croatians. I'm amazed that she
knows our language, it's not considered easy to learn," said Stefan.
"She told me she was not proficient."
"Perhaps she was being modest. I would describe her Croatian as fluent,"
replied Stefan. Stefan Mesic was an educated man, a physicist. Father Elliot
had always heard some people had a natural capability to quickly learn foreign
languages. He had to assume that Candace was one of them.
There was also the question of how Candace looked. Father Elliot considered
Candace an extraordinarily beautiful woman but not the type that had ever made
him want to forget his vow of celibacy. Her clothes and manner were too
restrained. Some of the nuns who worked in the parish dressed worldlier than
Candace Williams. Her skirts were always ankle length. She wore loose fitting
slacks when she wasn't wearing a skirt. Father Elliot wasn't sure he had ever
seen Candace's knees. He surmised she had a good figure somewhere under those
clothes. She was only an inch or two shorter than he so he estimated Candace's
height at 5'10".
Father looked at his watch and realized he had been sitting on the commode for
almost fifteen minutes thinking about what had just happened. There must be a
logical explanation. Perhaps he transferred by touch the perfume smell from the
partition in the Confessional to his crotch.
"Maybe her confession of her own sexual fantasies triggered something in my
mind. I must have masturbated without realizing it. Engaging in sexual fantasies
about female parishioners is not only a sin, it's a bad idea," concluded Father
Elliot deciding to put the matter aside. He had to get ready for evening Mass.
"I'm a vile evil person whom God has rightly forsaken," cried Candace to
herself as she got in her car. "I don't deserve to be in the company of
believers. I should be cast out of the community of the faithful."
Candace drove swiftly out of the parking lot her eyes full of tears. It was
only at the last moment that she realized she was almost at a stop sign and
traveling over sixty miles an hour in a zone posted at thirty miles per hour.
Candace was forced to slam on the breaks. Fortunately the anti-lock braking
system in her Lexus SUV brought her to an abrupt but straight stop.
"Quiet yourself. Take a deep breath. You got to get yourself under control.
Briana needs her mother and Dan needs his wife. You could kill an innocent
person driving like a maniac. Maybe there is a physical explanation. Hormones, I
bet that's it, Women's desires are affected by hormones, maybe mine are out of
balance and that's the cause of these depraved thoughts. Jesus please forgive me
for what I just imagined about Father Elliot. He's a good priest and a man of
God. He deserves so much better than the kind of evil imaginings I subjected him
to, " said Candace as she drove slowly away from St. Marks.
"Hormones that must be it. They can make a woman behave illogically. I should
schedule a complete checkup."
Candace recalled that Doctor Abrams, her gynecologists, had said that hormonal
imbalance sometimes created irrational behavior. But that was five years ago
when Briana was born. It had been a difficult birth and Candace had almost died.
"No more babies, too dangerous for Candace," was the verdict. She and Dan had
wanted more children; but her physicians had said that the next child would
possibly kill her so Briana would be an only child. Dan had been seriously
disappointed that he would never have a son.
It had been difficult to accept that there would be only one child. However,
she and Dan devoted themselves to raising Briana. Everything had been going well
until last month when she began to imagine these awful things.
Candace decided to step back from this latest problem as she grabbed some
tissue from the dispenser in the car and wiped her eyes. "Let's get my feelings
under control. There's bound to be a rational explanation, If the source of my
problem is a hormonal imbalance, then its not really my fault," was what Candace
kept repeating to herself as she drove away from the church.
"Just take a deep yoga breath and relax. The explanation is probably buried
in my screwed up female plumbing."
Candace reminded herself that she was going on the annual Catholic women's
retreat this coming weekend. Dan and Briana were going to visit his family in
Connecticut while she spent Friday and Saturday night in a Carmelite convent
located two hours drive north of the city. Surely, spending two days with the
Carmelite sisters would bring her spiritual peace and banish all these impure
thoughts.
"I need spiritually cleansing, somehow I have strayed from the true path, the
retreat will put me back on the right track," said Candace to herself.
Candace's next line of thought surprised her. She decided that in the
meantime, maybe a little shopping might help her to clear her head and it might
even cheer her up. Candace had always rejected the idea that material things
could bring happiness but this afternoon, she felt desperate enough to give it a
try. She needed something else to think about besides her problem. Dan had
recently made a point of telling her she needed to update her wardrobe. Candace
realized she had several hours. She didn't have to pick up Briana from
pre-school until 2:00.
"I could use some new clothes for the retreat and Macy's is having a sale.
Summer's coming and I need some lighter weight, cooler clothes. These
full-length skirts and long sleeve blouses are awfully warm. Lately I feel like
I'm suffocating. I might even try the new salon and spa that opened last week,
they sent me half off coupon," said Candace as she drove toward the mall.
"I know it sounds shallow but my stepmother always said that there was
nothing like new clothes and the latest hair style to perk up a woman's spirits.
I certainly need something. If nothing else, it'll distract me for a few hours
and take my mind off all these bad things I keep imagining."
Chapter 2 - Dealing with Change
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Dan inched along Route 128 at five miles per hour. It was the evening rush
hour and the normally slow traffic had come to a crawl. The traffic radio said
there was a multi-vehicle accident several miles ahead. Dan's thoughts wandered
to his marriage problems for what he calculated must be the thousandth time.
Like usual, he found himself talking about his frustration out loud.
"How can Candace justify her complete lack of interest in sex? She's even in
denial that I think there's a problem. I heard her telling Bernice Creswell the
other day that she considered her marriage as perfect as possible. Where the
fuck did she get that idea?" thought Dan as he waited for the car ahead of him
to move.
Okay, I screwed up when we were first married and agreed with all her nonsense
that sex was only for having kids and even masturbation was a sin. I was so
crazy about her and anxious to marry her I would have agreed to anything. It's
my own fault, my dick's not being sucked."
Far up ahead, Dan could see the flashing lights of the police and the tow
trucks. He continued his diatribe.
"Catholics normally have more kids than most. They must do some fucking. I
know I told her I agreed with her that sex was a sin unless it was for
procreation not pleasure. What a dumb thing to agree with. Why the hell did I
ever say that?"
"Why did she get married if she thinks sex is a sin and a married couple is
not supposed to enjoy it? I married a nun or at the least a nun want to be.
Why was I such an idiot? I thought she would change after we married but I swear
it's gotten worse. At least, I used to occasionally see her naked but now, she
undresses in the bathroom. We even make love in the dark when she can't find an
excuse not to. If you call making love, her lying there not moving a muscle
waiting for me to finish. Then she runs into the bathroom like I had filled her
vagina with poison. I can hear her douching her cunt like she was desperate to
get my evil jism out of her holy snatch. "
Dan reached down and felt his cock through his trousers. He was already hard.
It was weird how even though he couldn't find a positive word to say about their
sex life, these tirades made him hard as a rock. He'd almost reached the point
where he felt he would never have a satisfactory sex life with his wife. As he
rubbed his cock, he vented more anger.
"I'm going to have to start visiting a prostitute or have an affair or
something. I got to get some relief, something besides jerking off in the shower
every morning. Fantasies about Candace and me in three ways or me watching her
screw other men or eat pussy can only take you so far. I need some real
flesh-to-flesh sex. "
"I'd like to see her spread out naked servicing a long line of men. I'd be
number twelve and when my big hard cock pushed into her twat, the other eleven
guy's cum would ooze out onto her cunt and drip down on my balls. Her nipples
would be swollen and red form being chewed on by the other men. Or maybe I'd ram
it in that virgin ass of hers and feel blooding oozing around my dick. Shit,
Daniel, get yourself under control. That kind of nonsense isn't mentally
healthy. She's your wife and the mother of your daughter and you still love
her."
Dan thought about all the things he had done to encourage Candace to have some
interest in sex. Things she had pointedly ignored. For her birthday, he had
gotten her a subscription to Cosmopolitan that she threw in the trash as soon as
the postman delivered it. He had purchased videotapes on the "joy of sex" that
she had refused to watch. He had argued with her that she had a duty as a wife
to take an interest in sex and make it pleasurable for both of them. She had
replied that sex according to the church's teaching was for the purpose of
procreation not pleasure. The funny thing is that she's not listening to
anything I say. I also heard her tell Bernice Creswell that we were in one
hundred percent agreement about the proper role of sex in a Catholic marriage."
"I'm married to one of the most beautiful woman anywhere with a terrific face
and figure. She could have been a model or gone to Hollywood; everyone said that
when she was in college. I can get an erection just thinking about those long
legs, that tight little butt and those firm beautiful breasts. I'm like a kid in
a candy store with no money."
When other men met Candace they envied Dan. One of his co-workers had actually
said something to him after the last office Christmas party.
"What did you do to deserve her? I wish my wife looked half that good. If you
ever want to swap for a weekend, let me know."
"He'd send her back after the first half hour," thought Dan.
"The problem is that the only thing that Candace gets excited about are things
like her Catholic Women's Retreat this weekend. Just what my love life needs, a
wife who thinks spending a weekend at a convent is exciting."
The traffic jam finally broke up and Dan reached his exit. Like always he
repeated the countervailing arguments to himself as he drove into his garage.
"I love Candace. I love her so much and I couldn't live without her. I love
Briana. Candace is a wonderful mother. She has character and she's very bright
and funny when she wants to be. I have a good job, a terrific family and maybe
one day things will change and I will have a sex life."
Daniel entered the house through the kitchen. Candace was helping Briana put
together a puzzle. Daniel took one look at his wife and immediately noticed some
changes.
"I like," said Daniel Williams as he kissed his wife on the cheek. He leaned
down to pick up Briana and gave her a hug. Briana squealed and gave her daddy a
fierce hug.
"What do you like?" asked Candace.
"The new Candace, you win a free makeover?"
"I decided I need a little cheering up. Macy's was having a sale and there was
a special at the new salon and spa in the mall. I had a coupon so I gave them a
try. Even at half off, I spent quite a bit over my usual. I hope you don't
mind."
"No, we can afford it. I'm glad the salon was having a special too? I like
your hair. It makes you look younger."
"I saw it in a book at the salon. The stylist said it was just perfect for my
face. I was hoping you'd like it."
"I like it a lot but I'm just a little surprised."
"Really, why?"
"Well, for starters, that's the shortest skirt I've ever seen you in, not that
you don't have the kind of legs other women would die for, don't get me wrong,
I'm all for it, Those long skirts make you look old. I'm just like I said, a
little surprised."
"Summer is coming and I felt it was too hot for long skirts. Blame it on
global warning."
"Too hot to wear a bra," asked Dan realizing that he could clearly see
Candace's nipples poking through the thin cotton top she was wearing. Dan had
seen Candace throw away brassieres and blouses that permitted her nipples to
show. Immodest was the way Candace had described sweaters that permitted her
teats to create visible bumps.
"Yes, I may be having some female hormone issues, hot flashes,
pre-menopausal."
"Goodness, Candace, you're only twenty-seven," said Dan looking concerned.
"I know. But I've been feeling a little strange lately. I made an appointment
with Doctor Abrams."
"Now, I'm starting to worry," said Dan as he came over to take his wife into
his arms for a hug. He was surprised when instead of the usual kiss on the
cheek; she turned her head and kissed him on the lips. She nestled her body into
his and then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Her lips
felt warm and moist. Dan felt her bra-less breasts push against his chest. When
he let her go, he would have sworn her nipples looked larger.
"Wow, whatever is wrong, I hope some of its effects are permanent and not a
health problem," said Dan. Dan almost suggested they reschedule their monthly
intercourse to tonight but decided not to push his luck. Candace allowed him to
have intercourse with her one Saturday each month.
Later, as they got ready for bed, Dan noticed that Candace instead of
retreating into the bathroom and putting on a nightgown, undressed right in
front of him. What really shocked him was that when she slipped out of her
skirt, she was wearing panties very unlike the full cut cotton panties she had
worn ever since he had known her. These were lace and cut high on the sides with
just a brief triangle covering her sex.
"New lingerie too?"
"These were on sale. I thought they were pretty. The clerk said it was the
most popular style they sold. They're called thongs. What do you think?" Candace
turned around to show him there was only a small triangle of fabric covering her
butt.
"They're very nice and they look good on you," was all that Dan could manage.
He pictured himself removing her panties with his teeth then licking up and down
the crack of her ass.
But what made him really astounded Dan was when Candace removed the panties to
reveal a shaved delta.
"I didn't know you shaved down there, not that I see you naked that often.
When did that happen?"
"Today, I got a Brazilian bikini wax at the spa. It hurt like hell when they
pulled the wax strips off. All that pubic hair was too warm. This feels much
cooler. Tell me did they remove all the hair?" Candace climbed up on the bed in
the table position and spread her legs. Dan found himself looking at a
completely bald ass hole and two pink pussy lips. Candace reached her hand
between her legs and spread her labia.
"Were they thorough?" asked Candace holding her labia apart.
"I can't see a single hair. How do they do that?" Dan was keenly aware of how
shy Candace was about her body. He had a hard time picturing Candace being
willing to let strangers at a spa see her naked.
"The first step is to get naked. Then you get up on a table in the all fours
position like I'm in now. The spa girl spread my cheeks and snipped my butt
hairs with scissors. They then apply a thin coat of melted wax and place strips
of cloth on the wax. When the wax hardens, they yank the strips off taking the
small hairs with them. I had to put my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming.
Then I turned over and she did the same thing to my pubic mound and labia. That
was the part that hurt like hell."
"You must really be concerned about global warming to be willing to go through
all that. I'm surprised you weren't too embarrassed to let a woman touch you
down there."
"She was Brazilian and had beautiful dark chocolate skin. Silly, it's okay to
let another woman touch my pussy. You haven't told me whether you like it or
not? Rub your hand over it and feel how smooth it is?"
"The news has been reporting how global warming would be changing our
environment. I guess I just didn't appreciate how close to home some of the
changes might be, is global warming responsible for your starting to swear?"
Dan felt his cock getting hard as he passed his fingers over Candace's
vagina. He traced his fingers around her asshole. He had to admit there wasn't a
trace of a hair. He resisted the urge to place his mouth on her asshole and
start licking. He was shocked to feel wetness on the surface of her labia. It
took all his self-control not to run his finger into her cunt and finger fuck
his wife. Somehow he had the impression, Candace wanted him to do just that. He
sensed that she was provoking him to take her right then and there. He thought
he detected a low moan when he touched her labia. However, he knew that couldn't
be. I better control myself and not make any sudden uninvited moves.
"What do you mean?"
"You just said 'it hurt like hell and you used the word pussy', I've never
known you to swear."
"I did, didn't I? I'll have to confess that next week at St. Marks. Anyway, I
wanted to stay cool this summer. So, it's okay with you?"
"Yes, I wish you'd done it last summer or even the summer before, staying cool
is a terrific idea. I'm going to brush my teeth." Dan knew he had to leave the
room to calm down or he would be trying to talk Candace into sex or even worse
throwing her down on the bed and ramming his cock in her. He thought her make
over was wonderful, the answer to his prayers. Maybe now she will open up about
her body and sex. Who knows she might agree to screw him once a week instead of
once a month.
"But I'm going to take it slow and feel my way. I don't want to upset her,"
decided Dan. He was terrified that if he rushed her, it might ruin everything.
Later, Dan thought it even stranger when Candace slipped into bed wearing a
new negligee. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material. In six
years of marriage, she had always slept in flannel nightgowns or pajamas that
covered everything.
"New sleepwear too, that's very pretty, you're so beautiful," said Dan as he
kissed Candace goodnight and turned off the light.
To Dan there was definitely something happening. He pondered the changes in
Candace as he waited for sleep to come. The question was what or why, actually
both. Dan hoped she was okay. He had been alarmed when she mentioned hormone
problems. God could this be a permanent change or just a one day thing due to
some crazy swing of her hormones? I hope not thought Dan as lay there resisting
the urge to roll over on Candace and see if she would let him have intercourse
with her.
While he liked the idea of a wife that dressed younger and sexier, he was
having trouble adjusting to the amount of change occurring in a single day.
Plus, the changes seemed to be happening without any cause he could discern.
After they turned out the light, Dan executed a mental checklist of the
changes in his wife.
"Ankle length skirt and long sleeve blouse replaced by very short and tight
jeans skirt and sexy tank top with no bra, nipples clearly visible. Clingy thin
material of the top revealed not only her nipples but also her areola. You could
actually see those fucking milk bumps. God what do I do if she starts to dress
this way all the time but still has the same negative attitude toward sex. I'll
fucking kill myself."
"And can you believe it, she was wearing a thong. The kind that's made to
shove to one side so your date can feel your pussy and even slip his cock inside
without you taking down your drawers, a fucking thong of all things," thought
Dan feeling his cock get hard.
"Another thing was that her normal practice of making sure husband never sees
her naked replaced by casually undressing right in front of him and sleeping in
a sexy negligee instead of ugly flannel pajamas. She had her cunt and asshole
waxed by another woman. She even let me touch her shaved cunt and see her
asshole. I'm not sure I've ever seen her asshole before in all the years we've
been married. I could fall in love with the little brown pucker if she'd let me.
Please God. Don't let me forget that shaved cunt when I'm jerking off in the
shower tomorrow."
Dan wondered if aliens have kidnapped his wife and substituted one of their
own. Maybe she just saw how unhappy I am and decided to change for the sake of
our marriage. Candace is very smart. She was a straight A student in college.
I've seen her watch Jeopardy and answer every question correctly. Some of her
professors thought she was a genius. Or maybe like she said, her hormones were
out of kilter and this is the result. Dan was both pleased and concerned.
Something just didn't make sense.
Chapter 3 - Monastery of St. Therese
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Candace had hoped for good weather during the two-hour drive to the Monastery
of St. Therese. In good weather, it could be a very beautiful drive since much
of the countryside was picturesque New England. But by mid afternoon, the sky
turned dark. By the time, Dan got home from work and she had seen him and Briana
off to his parents, it was starting to sprinkle. But the heavy rain didn't start
until Candace got outside the city and on the road to Berwick, Maine.
The rain forced the traffic to slow down and that gave Candace a chance to
think. The prospect of seeing Sister Agatha and the other Sisters of Mt. Carmel
brightened her spirits. There hadn't been any more 'happenings'. Candace was
looking forward to two days of spiritual cleansing. The nuns and the laity would
be jointly conducting a series of workshops on the family, modern morality and
the role of Catholic womanhood in today's world. Candace was hoping it would be
intellectually and spiritually stimulating.
Candace reached down and pulled her skirt up to her thighs. These clothes were
too warm. For the Retreat, she had dressed in one of her long skirts and worn a
bra and a silk long sleeved blouse. The bra felt like it bound her in all the
wrong places and the blouse's sleeves were just plain hot. Still, it wouldn't do
to show up at the Monastery in a short skirt and bra-less tank top. Candace
passed her arm over her forehead and realized she was covered in perspiration.
Candace turned up the car's air conditioner to maximum and soon felt more
comfortable.
"If I could, I'd drive without a stitch on," thought Candace who immediately
wondered where those thoughts were coming from. "Drive unclothed, that's just
not me, what if someone saw me or I was caught in traffic."
Candace thought about her marriage. Her little makeover had certainly pleased
Dan. He had been so grumpy lately. He made a habit of finding fault with
everything she did. However, after the clothes and the new hairdo, he had gone
out of his way to be nice. He even quit complaining about her going on the
Retreat.
Candace had only had one disquieting moment since the incident after her
confession at St. Marks. On Friday afternoon, when she returned home after
picking up Briana, she passed by the full-length mirror in the master bedroom
and froze when she saw her image. Her tight khaki skirt only reached mid thigh
and it hugged her rear. She was wearing a green cotton top with no bra and her
nipples and areola were clearly visible through the thin material. Somehow it
was if she was looking at herself for the first time since she had adopted her
new look. Until that week, she had always worn her hair long, slightly more than
shoulder width, now it was cropped short.
Candace looked at herself for a while and thought, "It doesn't look like me or
at least the way I'm used to looking. I never dressed to attract men. I thought
that was sinful. Now I look like one of those women who want men to look at her
body. If I keep thinking and dressing this way, I'll become someone who walks by
construction sites in order to listen to the workers make lewd remarks."
Candace gave a passing thought to driving over to the office building being
constructed in the nearby industrial park and walking around. Candace wondered
what kind of nasty things they would say.
"What's getting into me?" thought Candace as she shrugged off the idea?
"Would I really enjoy the way they would talk and the things they would yell?"
Candace took another look at herself raising her chest to push her breasts
out.
"Dan loves to look at my tits. Since I'm going bra-less, I see him looking at
them every chance he gets. I just wish he'd do more than look," thought Candace,
"My stepmother used to say that I had the kind of breasts and legs that men
would do anything to possess but I couldn't stand the idea that men would look
at me that way."
"Anyway, Dan likes it and the church says that wives should dress to please
their husbands. Father Elliot had said that physical attraction was vital to
maintaining a strong Catholic marriage. I shouldn't dress like this but somehow
it feels more comfortable and it's definitely cooler. I've been so warm lately.
Maybe I need some kind of hormone therapy. There's a lady at the church who's my
age and already on estrogen replacement therapy. Between the retreat and my
doctor's visit next week, I just know I'm going to be all right."
Candace pulled the khaki skirt up to reveal the lace panties. There was just a
tiny triangle of material covering her vagina.
"Dan sure liked these well enough. Men appreciate that sort of thing. The way
he kept staring at my panties felt good. There's nothing wrong with a wife
making an effort to attract and hold her husband's attention."
Candace pulled the panties to one side to expose her pubic area. Her mind
raced to other thoughts.
"And he went nuts about my bikini wax. I suppose somewhere deep down I sensed
that I was not making enough of an effort to please him. I was being selfish.
That was why he was getting to be so hard to live with. When I get back from the
retreat, I'm going to suggest we have sex more frequently. Candace looked back
into the mirror as she stuck and breasts out provocatively then she adjusted her
stance so her skirt pulled tight across her bottom. She pinched her nipples so
they stood out more prominently.
"This is what Dan wants," whispered Candace. I need to quit being such a
prude. Dan's right. I'm young and I've got a good figure. These clothes look
good on me. It's all right for a Catholic wife to dress in a way that's
attractive to her husband. I should be more accommodating in bed too. Once a
month is not enough for a healthy virile man like Dan. He should have me
whenever he wants and even whatever way he wants. Dan's a good faithful husband
and he deserves a wife who's sensitive to his sexual needs. As long as things
were kept within certain limits, there's nothing wrong with some of the things
he wants to do."
Without thinking, Candace reached down, shoved her panties down, parted her
labia and began to rub her clitoris.
"Oh, that feels good. I wish Dan was here to put his cock in me," whispered
Candace as she rubbed her sex.
Candace hadn't consciously masturbated since her freshman year in high school
after the nuns told her that masturbation was a sin. Of course, there had been
her recent dreams where she masturbated in her sleep but this was different. I'm
wide-awake, playing with myself thought Candace and I don't want to stop.
Candace increased her rubbing and was becoming aroused when there was an
interruption.
"What are you doing, Mama?" asked Briana coming into the room sipping a box of
juice.
"Nothing sweetheart, go back into the kitchen and drink your juice," said
Candace quickly pulling up her panties and lowering her skirt.
"I would have masturbated until I climaxed if Briana hadn't come into the
room. This has got to be hormonal. I've never felt the need to pleasure myself
before. What else could it be?" concluded Candace. After that, she had busied
herself with getting Briana ready to go see her grandparents.
Candace inserted a CD into the car's player. It was Leonard Bernstein's Mass,
her favorite. Afterwards if there was time, she would play Handel's Requiem. The
sound of a symphony orchestra supported by a large chorale filled the car and
Candace relaxed to the music.
"I'll listen to the Mass on the drive. As the music soars so will my spirits.
This weekend, I'm going to immerse myself in the church and God and the Holy
Mother and by Monday, everything will be just perfect," exclaimed Candace as she
drove on through the heavy rain.
Candace had studied the program for the Retreat. Friday night there was a
reception in the Welcome Center from 6:00 until 7:30. There would be wine and
appetizers. Dinner was at 8:00 and Evening Mass at 9:00. After Mass, strict
silence would be observed until 10:00 the next morning when the workshops began.
The period of silence was to be used for meditation and spiritual growth.
The Monastery of St. Therese was set on a promontory overlooking the Merrimack
River. It was a beautiful locale when the weather was good but looked rather
gloomy in the rain. The main building was constructed in the late 1900's and
imposed itself over a number of more recently constructed buildings. From a
distance, it looked like an organized pile of brick and granite.
Over the years, Candace had spent considerable time at the monastery. In the
summer after she graduated high school, she had gone there to decide whether she
had the vocation to become a Carmelite Nun. Although Candace felt a strong
inclination toward the sisterhood, Sister Agatha, the Reverend Mother, had
discouraged her for reasons that Candace never fully understood. Sister Agatha
had told her to wait a while before marrying Christ. After that summer, she had
gone to college, met Dan, fell in love and became engaged.
Still, Candace loved to visit the monastery and be with the sisters,
especially the novices. No one looked more forward to the quarterly New England
Catholic Women's Retreats than Candace Williams. In spite of the slow traffic,
Candace arrived only a few minutes late. She threw her overnight case into her
room and hurried to the reception.
Candace was standing at the reception with a glass of wine in her hand talking
to two of the novices when she heard Sister Agatha call her name.
"Candace, come here and meet Father Gregory."
Candace excused herself and hurried over to the short stooped elderly Nun
standing beside the tall priest. The priest was talking to another member of the
retreat and only turned toward her when she reached the Reverend Mother, Sister
Agatha.
"This must be Candace. The one you said was far too pretty to be a Nun," said
Father Gregory as he turned toward her.
"Let me warn you Candace. We have a charmer among us. I better keep you away
from my novices. There'd be no telling what mischief you'd cause," laughed
Sister Agatha.
"Father Gregory," repeated the priest shaking Candace's hand. Candace felt
something strange as Father Gregory's hand held hers. It was as if a pulse of
energy passed into her hand from his. His hand felt warm, almost hot.
Candace found herself staring into the most hypnotic pair of eyes she had ever
experienced. They were dark and deeply set. Father Gregory was well over six
feet tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Candace had encountered few
priests with a slim athletic build. The priestly lifestyle tended to sedentary.
In the six years, Father Elliot had been at St. Marks; he had ballooned from a
slender young man's build to a physique bordering on overweight. Father Gregory
had a head of unruly cold black hair that seemed long for a priest. Father
Gregory also looked familiar but Candace couldn't recall where she had seen him.
"Father, I believe we've met before. Have you ever visited St. Marks?" asked
Candace.
"Once or twice, but I would recall meeting someone as beautiful as you."
"Now you stop flirting, Father. Candace will get the wrong impression of you,"
said Sister Agatha.
There was also something odd about his clothes that only someone with
Candace's background would have noticed. Candace's father had been a tailor. He
had a small shop in Boston's financial district. He custom tailored suits for
the city's business elite. His suits were very expensive but considered the best
to be had in New England. Candace worked in the shop every summer and knew how
to recognize custom tailoring. Father Gregory's black suit was tailored by a
master and the material looked expensive, probably a blend of fine English wool
with the best grades of Scottish cashmere. The black clerical shirt was
hand-sewn raw silk. Priests usually wore cheap black wool suits that looked like
they were bought off the rack at J.C.Pennys. Father Gregory dressed and looked
like he was President of Chase Manhattan Bank.
"We're so lucky to have Father Gregory. Father Cannon was scheduled to be the
spiritual advisor for the retreat but he was taken ill. So the Bishop sent
Father Gregory in his place," gushed the Reverend Mother.
"Well, let's hope you still feel the same when the retreat is over. Father
Cannon is a very able priest and I will be hard pressed to match his skills in
leading tomorrow's workshops."
"False modesty is a sin. Candace, Father Gregory is an inestimable scholar and
devout man of God. He led the novices in a discussion of the life of Jesus
Christ just this afternoon. You could actually feel the spiritual growth of
those fortunate enough to be in the room. It was the most remarkable combination
of Christian scholarship combined with a powerful and charismatic message that I
have ever experienced. Several of novices commented that it was as if you
actually knew Jesus Christ and had walked with him to the Cross."
"Well, actually I did. I'm older than I look," said Father Gregory laughing.
"Aw, there's Sister Beatrice, I must talk to her about a scheduling conflict.
Excuse me for a minute. Candace, you behave yourself and don't flirt too much
with the Father." Sister Agatha scurried away toward a plump nun who had just
entered the room.
"Nuns love to flirt, especially the Sisters of Mt. Carmel. Do you think they
do that to make God jealous?" asked Father Gregory now that he and Candace were
alone.
"I don't know how to answer," said Candace considering his remark a strange
one for a priest.
"There probably is no answer. I see you admire good tailoring, that's a
complement coming from a tailor's daughter."
"It's elegant and beautifully made; but how did you know my father was a
tailor?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps Sister Agatha mentioned it to me. You're one of her
favorites and she was right. You are much too pretty to be a nun. Having such
beauty must bring it's own set of problems."
"Strange you should mention that but lately Father, I have been deeply
troubled. I'm having a crisis of faith. It's very personal. Perhaps, you could
counsel me individually this weekend if there is time." Candace found herself
drawn to Father Gregory and even willing to confide in him things she could
never speak about with Father Elliott.
"I will make time. The spiritual health of our flock should always be our
number one concern. Unfortunately, tomorrow is totally occupied with workshops.
We could meet tonight after evening mass."
"That's supposed to be our period of silence."
"I think I can issue you a dispensation if you feel your problem is serious."
"It is very serious. I need spiritual help in the worst possible way. My faith
is being tested as never before."
"Then by all means, let's treat this as a priority. They've put me up in the
Loudon Hall, Room 112. Say 10:30."
"I'm sorry to be such a bother but things have really been spinning out of
control lately, Father."
"Just remember, there's nothing that you and God can't handle especially with
a little help from the Bishop of Rome or one of his helpers," said Father
Gregory as he reached out and put his hand on Candace's forearm. Once again,
Candace felt a surge of energy pass into her body. It wasn't like an electrical
spark. It was more like the strong current of a river in flood.
Candace felt instantly better at the thought of being able to unburden herself
about the recent events. There was a moment of apprehension when she realized
she would have to be talking about sexual matters with someone who was both a
man and a priest, and in his room late at night. But Father Gregory was a man of
God. Even Reverend Mother Agatha had attested to his learning and his ability to
interpret the life of Christ. Candace felt comforted that she would soon be
sharing her problems with this man of great faith.
Sister Agatha returned at that moment and took Father Gregory away to meet
someone else.
Candace was left alone for a moment at the reception. As she surveyed the
room, she was rather surprised that outside of Bernice Creswell, who also
worshipped at St. Marks, there was not a single woman she recognized other than
the Carmelite Sisters. Candace had gotten to know several New England Catholic
women at previous retreats who were active in the life of the church. The fact
that none of them were at this Retreat seemed strange.
"Candace, I'm just dying to meet you," said a slender red headed lady who
stepped in front of Candace.
"Connie Barker, " said the lady extending her hand.
"Candace Williams, Is this your first time here?"
"The first time at Mt. Therese. I live in Davenport, Iowa. I usually attend
closer to home. But of course, this Retreat's special."
"I hope it's very special. I've certainly been looking forward to it."
"When you come to Iowa, you can make our place your headquarters, we have
plenty of room. Every facility will be made available to you."
"That's very kind of you, but headquarters for what? I've never been to Iowa.
Although I'm sure it a lovely state, I have no plans to go there," said Candace
thinking the Connie had her confused with someone else or had been drinking too
much wine, perhaps both.
"Well, we're there when you need us," said Connie looking like someone who
just realized she had just made a mistake. Connie excused herself and hurried
away.
Over the course of the next several minutes, a dozen women introduced
themselves to Candace. Candace was surprised that the attendees were from every
area of the United States. At previous retreats, Candace had encountered women
only from the New England region. The women also seemed younger and better
dressed than at past meetings.
By the end of the reception, Candace was beginning to think she was being
confused with someone else. Everyone seemed to make a point of approaching her
and introducing themselves. It was like she was the guest of honor. Several said
they were looking forward to working with her. "Maybe there's another Candace,"
was her concluding thought.
At dinner, Candace was seated between two novices, Maria Consuela, from
Guatemala and Anna Estelle, who had just arrived from New York's Staten Island.
The youth and cheerful enthusiasm of the novices swept Candace along and for a
while she forgot her concerns. They were both so firm in their faith and so sure
of their vocation that Candace was reassured that the Retreat would set her feet
on the right path and her recent imaginings would be things of the past.
"I know that God and Father Gregory will help me," decided Candace as she
listened to their conversation about the workshop Father Gregory had conducted
that afternoon.
"At the end of the workshop, he went around the room and placed his hands on
our heads as we prayed with him. I actually felt the spirit of God entering my
body when he touched me. Father Gregory described Jesus' temptation in the
wilderness in such a beautiful and compelling fashion I actually cried," said
Maria Consuela.
"He must have an unshakeable faith. That's always the basis for being able to
lead others to God," said Anna Estelle.
After dinner, everyone hurried into the Cathedral of St. Therese. The church
was considered an architectural jewel. Donated by a wealthy railroad baron and
constructed in the late 1900's, the monastery church was richly furnished. The
pews were constructed with imported Guatemalan mahogany and the altars carved
from Travertine Italian marble. The stained glass windows were designed and
built in the Tiffany workshops. Gold leaf covered the wall behind the altar.
The statuary was created in Italy in the same studios employed by the Vatican
itself. Visitors had proclaimed it the most handsome church on the North
American continent.
Candace was in awe of Father Gregory by the time Mass ended. Father Gregory
conducted a beautiful and moving service. He was incredibly graceful and his
deep baritone voice spoke the Latin Liturgy with force and power. Toward the
end, he climbed into the pulpit and delivered a message about the spiritual
goals of tomorrow's workshops. The message was one of challenge and renewal of
faith. Candace always believed there were priests who could take the performance
of a Mass and somehow elevate it to another level. Father Gregory was one of
them. When Mass ended, everyone hurried back to their room for personal prayers
and to observe a strict regimen of silence.
At 10:25, Candace found herself entering Loudon Hall. It was an old building,
part of the original monastery. As she pushed open the large glass paneled entry
door, she was startled at her reflection in the glass. She was wearing a white
cotton tank top with no bra and a red silk skirt that was short, very short. She
must have changed out of the clothes she'd worn earlier. Strange, she didn't
remember changing clothes or even packing what she was wearing. Her gold large
hoop earrings and a wide gold bracelet were two pieces of jewelry she didn't
recall owning but she was wearing them. For shoes, she wore a pair of open toed
three-inch heels with ankle straps. Candace looked closely at the glass appalled
at the heavy make-up she was wearing.
"I've never worn this much eye liner. I look like one of those prostitutes
you see on the television news standing on the curb talking to men in cars, this
skirt barely covers my bottom," thought Candace.
"My God, I can't meet with Father Gregory dressed this way. He'll think I'm
trying to seduce him or that I'm a whore or both," said Candace.
Candace considered running back to her room and changing. But there wasn't
time to return to her room and change. And somehow in spite of her clothes, she
wanted to be dressed that way. This uncontrolled desire to dress provocatively
was part of her problem. Father Gregory would understand.
"When he sees how I'm dressed, he'll know I have a serious problem."
Candace knocked quietly on the door of Room 112. In one of those movements
that baffled her, she pinched her nipples to make sure they stood out right as
Father Gregory was opening the door. Candace considered it a little odd to be
meeting with a priest in his room at this late hour. The door opened and Father
Gregory stood aside inviting Candace to enter.
"I really appreciate your seeing me at this time of the evening, I know you've
had a long day," said Candace. Candace saw that she was in a small sitting room.
There was another door she assumed lead to the bedroom. Candace was glad there
were two rooms. Candace would have felt uncomfortable if there were a bed
nearby.
"Please be seated, Candace," said Father Gregory.
"Thank you for seeing me. I loved the way you conducted this evening's mass.
You made me proud to be a Catholic."
"Saying Mass is one of my life's purest pleasures, it is a reward in and of
itself just to be permitted to do it. You've thanked me enough by coming here.
Your confidence in me is most gratifying. Now what seems to be your problem?"
Candace found herself seated in a winged armchair directly opposite Father
Gregory. He was seated in a matching chair. Candace realized how short her skirt
was when she sat down and it came up to expose almost all her thighs. Candace
carefully crossed her legs thinking I bet he can see my panties. "Oh my God,
he'll think I'm an awful person, a promiscuous woman who made this late
appointment just to seduce him," thought Candace. Candace decided to let Father
Gregory know up front that her appearance was not her normal attire.
"First of all, just look at me. Recently, I've started dressing immodestly; I
have always dressed conservatively, now for reasons I do not understand I find
myself dressing in fashions that display my body. This is an example. I'm
compelled against my will to dress this way, I'm not even conscious of what I'm
doing, I don't remember buying these clothes, I didn't become aware of what I
was wearing until I saw my reflection when I entered this building."
"I don't see a problem. What I do see is a beautiful woman, a woman who likes
to feel the eyes of men on her body when she passes by. You have remarkable legs
and exquisite breasts. It's perfectly normal for Catholic women to want to be
considered desirable. It's certainly not sinful. Attracting the lust of other
men and even women is something you will learn to enjoy."
"I'm not sure I understand you, Father. I always though willfully encouraging
others to sin was a sin itself. Besides, it's just not me. I've always dressed
so as not to be considered desirable and lead others to sinful thoughts. Not
only am I a sinner for dressing this way but also I cause others to sin when
they look at me and have impure thoughts. But the clothes are only part of it.
Recently, I've started to imagine things, sexual things that arouse me and bring
me into a state of Lust, one of the seven deadly sins."
"Describe in detail the first such thing you imagined?"
"It difficult to speak about."
"You must be able to describe it if I am to help you."
"A man, a worker in the grocery store where I shop. He felt my breast. Rather
I imagined he felt my breast."
"What precisely did he do or as you say, you imagined him doing?"
"He slipped his hand inside my bra and pinched my nipple with his fingers."
Candace was shocked that she expressed herself so boldly, using the word
"nipple".
"Show me exactly what you imagined, demonstrate what you imagined he did."
There was a tone of command in Father Gregory's voice. Candace found herself
eager to follow his dictate.
Candace looked directly at Father Gregory as she slipped the strap of her tank
top off her shoulder. She pushed the material down to expose her breast. She
captured the nipple between her fingers and squeezed it hard. She moaned with
pleasure.
"Oh that feels good just like when I imagined he was doing it. He pulled and
twisted my nipples. Look, he twisted and pinched hard but it didn't hurt. The
pleasure of it takes my breath away."
Candace without any prompting quickly slipped the other shoulder strap down
and grabbed her other nipple. She twisted them and pulled them away from her
body as she let out a long low moan of pleasure.
"Oooohhhhhh" Candace gasped out as she pulled and twisted her breasts. She was
having trouble not slipping her hand between her legs and grabbing her sex. It
was as if a cloud of intense lust had engulfed her body and she was powerless to
resist. The feelings were so extreme she was totally under their control.
Nothing could have forced her to stop twisting and pinching her nipples.
"How can I be doing this in front of a priest, a man of God, am I losing my
mind?" were the thoughts that rampaged through Candace's head. "Oh that feels so
good when I dig my nails into the flesh," was the thought that seized ultimate
control over Candace's mind. Her fingers were pinching her nipples flat as she
pulled and twisted them. Even the pain is pleasure," thought Candace.
"Talk to me about what he did and how you felt," commanded Father Gregory.
"I imagined that the man had my nipples between his fingers and he was
squeezing them hard, rolling them back and forth, it hurt and yet it felt good.
See, just like this. I felt sexually aroused. I'm that way now. I feel heat
between my legs and I'm starting to lubricate my vagina. Forgive me Father. I'm
behaving sordidly but I can't help it. Why am I acting this way?"
"Can you still feel Mike's rough hands twisting your nipples until you want to
scream with pleasure? The sensation of his calloused workingman's fingers
mauling your breasts caused you intense gratification. It was as if you were
some prostitute standing in an alley up against a brick wall with the smell of
garbage in your nostrils. Mike's dirty hands were kneading your breasts before
he pulled up your skirt and slid his hard cock in your hungry cunt. Your arms
would be around his shoulders with the twenty-dollar bill he paid to fuck you
clutched in one hand. You wanted to be treated as a street whore who had sold
yourself to a customer whose name you didn't bother to ask. You really loved it
when Mike was touching your breasts, didn't you? "
"Yes, oh yes, I can still feel it, but it's not right, how did you know his
name was Mike?" gasped Candace pulling her nipples out as far as she could and
twisting them harder as her fingers applied even greater pressure to the soft
flesh. "I'm out of control, Father Gregory, please see that and help me,"
begged Candace looking directly into Father Gregory's eyes as she dug her nails
into her own flesh.
"I know because I was there. Now, Candace, keep talking and pull up your skirt
and touch yourself, show me how much you enjoy the pleasure of masturbation, I
know you are doing that while you sleep," said Father Gregory in a calm quiet
voice.
Candace quickly stood up and pulled her skirt up and touched her clitoris. She
realized her vagina was exposed. She had not worn panties when she dressed to
visit Father Gregory.
"See, I'm not wearing any panties, oh Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God, help
me, I'm becoming a whore," said Candace as she sat back down. She was furiously
rubbing her clitoris while the other hand firmly clutched and kneaded her
breast. She spread and draped her legs over the chair arms exposing her sex to
the maximum degree. She thrust her sex forward so her clit was protruding as her
fingers furiously rubbed it.
"That's right. Spread your legs so you are completely exposed. You're not yet
a whore but you soon will be, a Roman Catholic whore, our favorite," said Father
Gregory as he smiled.
Candace's mind was immersed in the feelings that were coming from her breast
and clitoris. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go. She found the idea
that Father Gregory was watching her made it even more erotic. She felt her
pleasure build as she sensed an orgasm was imminent. The one thing she did know
was that she was under the control of Father Gregory. Her own will was
completely subordinated to his.
"Let's keep talking as you masturbate. You'll climax in a minute. Now, what
was your second moment of impure thoughts, tell me," commanded Father Gregory.
"I was in the checkout line at the pharmacy. I imagined I engaged in lesbian
sex with a young girl in line with me, she kissed me and she put her hand
between my legs, I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her into me," said Candace as
she continued to finger her clit. Her breath was coming in gasps as she talked.
She realized she was so wet; it was practically flowing from her. There would be
a wet spot on the chair cushion.
"And you overheard her boyfriend asking her to invite you for a three way. If
they had, would you have gone?"
"No, of course not, I would never do that," cried Candace as she reached her
climax. She shuddered and writhed in the chair. She threw her legs wider over
the arms of the chair and buried her fingers in her vagina as she convulsed.
"Oh Jesus fuck me, ram your carpenter's cock deep in my cunt and fuck me like
the worthless street whore I am," screamed Candace as she climaxed.
"You're beginning to cross over and join us. By tomorrow night, you will
belong to the Master body and soul," said Father Gregory in a quiet voice.
Father Gregory sat patiently as Candace writhed and convulsed in a prolonged
orgasm that felt like it went on forever and left her breathless and exhausted.
"Powerful cum, wasn't it? You'll have many more of those and even better ones.
At the pharmacy, I considered having you go with Lois and Tommy but decided I
wanted to be patient with you. I also wanted to participate in person. Still,
you would have enjoyed an afternoon of sex with two teenagers. Tommy is quite
well endowed and has the stamina of youth. He also likes to knock the women he
fucks around a bit. Tommy's dad liked to get drunk and beat him and his mom with
a belt so Tommy learned his sadism at his daddy's knee. Lois is submissive and
finds sex with Tommy best after he's warmed up her butt with a good dozen of his
best."
"Tommy would probably have shared you with the other members of his gang. How
you would have enjoyed an afternoon of being screwed by one horny teen-age boy
after another. Lois actually prefers lesbian sex. Lois screws Tommy as her way
of fitting in with his gang. What girls won't do to be popular?"
"I don't understand. You just watched me masturbate. You're a man of God but
you didn't stop me, aren't I committing a sin?" asked Candace who had collapsed
back into the chair after her orgasm. Both her breasts were exposed and her legs
hung over the chair arms fully displaying her sex. But she did nothing to cover
up.
"Tell me about what happened when you went to confess?" asked Father Gregory
reaching down to open a black leather valise beside his chair. He reached inside
and pulled out a flesh colored latex dildo. It had a small clitoral stimulator
jutting out from the side. The dildo was also a vibrator. Father Gregory turned
the vibrator on and then off to test it.
"Batteries are fresh, stick that inside you cunt while we talk." Father
Gregory leaned forward handing it to Candace.
"I was in the church saying my penitence. I imagined I got up and went into
the confessional. I unzipped Father Elliot's pants and made love to his cock
with my mouth. I climaxed when Father Elliot ejaculated in my mouth."
"And you found that exciting?"
"Yes, Father, is there any hope for a awful sinner like me?"
"Oh yes, there's always hope. Now I want you to hold your labia apart, touch
your clitoris and speak the first words that come to mind."
Candace parted her labia with one hand fully aware how exposed she was to
Father Gregory's eyes. The minute her hand touched her clit, a stream of
blasphemy poured from her lips.
"Oh fuck, fuck me Jesus, my Lord and Savior, then let all twelve of your
apostles screw me on top of the table at the Last Supper. Let me get under the
table so I can suck your cocks while you eat and drink the body and blood of
Christ. I want God's cock in my ass, Jesus' prick in my cunt and the Holy
Spirit's big dick in my mouth," screamed Candace.
Candace had used one hand to open her vagina then forcefully pushed the end if
the dildo into the opening. She wasn't surprised to find herself wet and open.
It was as if her cunt was hungry and it sucked the latex cock into her hole.
"Bury that inside you as far as it will go. Make sure the stimulator is
against your clitoris. Show me how you like to masturbate while I watch you.
Somewhere in your sublimated core, you're quite the exhibitionist. The best fuck
for you will be when someone is watching, perhaps many some ones."
Candace shoved the dildo inside her with all her strength. As it bottomed out,
the pleasure was indescribable. Candace climaxed again as she screamed more
obscenities.
"Holy Mary, fucking whore Mother of God, fill my mouth with shit from your
virgin ass. I want to suck your cunt and drink your piss. Let me eat your twat
while Jesus and the apostles fuck my ass," were the words Candace screamed in
the throes of a climax that was so powerful, she thought her heart had stopped.
In spite of the intensity of her orgasm, Candace continued to masturbate.
"Turn the vibrator on, make sure it on your clit, tell me about sucking Father
Elliot's cock."
"I love the way his cock smelled and tasted. His balls were wonderful when I
put them in my mouth and slowly sucked them. There was a tantalizing taste of
urine. I wish he had pissed in my mouth. He pushed himself into my throat and
fucked my esophagus like it was my pussy. When he filled my mouth with his
semen, I climaxed. When I came back to reality, I had been masturbating with a
rosary that the Pope had blessed," said Candace as she worked the dildo back and
forth in her cunt.
"I thought the using the rosary was a nice touch. Would you like to suck my
cock and swallow my piss?" asked Father Gregory.
"Oh yes," said Candace as she immediately stepped forward to kneel down
between Father Gregory legs. Her hands continued to force the dildo into her
cunt.
"Keep fucking yourself with the dildo, I'll pull my prick out for you," said
Father Gregory as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out a large hairy cock.
Candace kneeled before the priest stroking the large dildo into her vagina.
When the priest's cock was freed, she leaned forward and began to lick it. He
held it in his hand so she could use both hands between her legs. One hand
worked the stimulator across her clit while the other pulsed the dildo in and
out of her cunt.
"Put your mouth around the head, I'm going to piss until your belly is full."
Candace took the large cock head in her mouth. In a minute, she sensed hot pee
flowing onto her tongue. Candace's taste buds savored the fresh pee and found it
was wonderful to the taste. As soon as her mouth was full, she swallowed.
Candace furiously masturbated her clitoris with one hand. Her other hand twisted
and rotated the dildo into her vagina. She patiently let her mouth fill time and
time again with urine. It was not only the taste but also the smell that Candace
found so erotic.
Finally, Father Gregory finished. Candace looked down to see that her belly
was slightly distended she was so full of piss. She passed one hand over her
swollen stomach to feel how full of urine it was. This is truly wonderful
thought Candace.
"Now suck my cock, I want you to swallow my semen. It'll mix with my piss in
you stomach."
Candace summoned all her oral skill. She forced the large head of the priest's
cock past the opening of her throat. Then shoved her head forward to slide the
head into her esophagus. Candace deep throated Father Gregory for several
minutes then she started to feel his orgasm build along with hers. He placed his
large powerful hands on each side of her head and began to move it back and
forth on his cock.
He grasped her head in his hands and forced his cock down her throat. Candace
breathed through her nose to maintain her supply of oxygen. Father Gregory
hesitated each time his cock reached its maximum depth inside her throat.
"A good whore has to have a little of the sword swallower in her," remarked
Father Gregory. "There'll be no cock on this earth that Candace Williams can't
swallow."
Candace heard Father Gregory gasp, then felt her mouth fill with hot semen. As
she swallowed each spurt of cum, she began to climax herself. She sucked and
swallowed every drop of the priest's precious cum. She licked greedily at his
piss hole desperate to get ever drop.
Candace felt an enormous surge of energy and strength pass into her body as
she swallowed the priest's semen. When he was done, her last vaginal contraction
forced the dildo out of her cunt and it clattered to the floor.
"Now you are truly a whore, a whore who will become the bride of Satan."
"I am an awful sinner, God has deserted me," said Candace kneeling naked on
the floor, the expelled dildo by her foot, her belly full of the Father
Gregory's piss and her mouth coated with his semen.
"Despair not. Although God has deserted you, Lucifer has become your new
sponsor and he will bring you to position of power and glory that you would have
considered inconceivable had you remained a follower of Christ. Besides, God
still loves you. Don't we all know that God loves a sinner? And you will be one
of the greatest sinners of all time. Now Candace, take your clothes off. I have
a surprise for you in the other room."
Candace stood up and pulled her tank top over her head. She unzipped her skirt
and let it fall to the floor She slipped her sandals off. She was naked as she
followed Father Gregory toward the door to the bedroom.
When he opened it and stood aside for her to enter she saw that Maria Consuela
and Anna Estelle, the two novices she had dined with were lying naked on the
bed. They both turned toward Candace and held out a hand for her to join them.
Candace didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and lay between the two young
girls. Candace kissed both girls on the lips then the three turned toward Father
Gregory who was seated in a comfortable armchair a few feet from the side of the
bed.
Candace realized she was looking toward Father Gregory expectantly awaiting
his command.
"I'm going to watch the three of you enjoying a night of lesbian sex, it's a
gift from the Master for joining his cause, the Master always rewards those who
come over to his side."
Chapter 4 - Novice Debauchery
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Candace relaxed back on the bed closing her eyes as the two novices
concentrated on her breasts. Candace felt her breath start to quicken as their
mouths licked and sucked on her nipples. The feeling of their lips on her
nipples caused them to harden and extend until they felt like star sapphires
embedded in her areola. It was eroticism so intense it was accompanied by pain.
Her nipples felt like someone was forcing blunt needles through her flesh. In
spite of having climaxed only moments before, Candace quickly became aroused as
she gave herself over to her most base desires.
Far from being disgusted with lesbian sex, Candace found herself reveling in
it. The idea of being able to use her mouth on the two novices was sending
Candace over the top.
"I've never been with another woman. What a fool I've been to dedicate myself
to a religion that offered me nothing but words and sacrifice. Father Gregory
and Satan offer me a world of pleasure where my senses can know no limits. The
selfless morality preached by Jesus is a cruel hoax when compared to the
sensations of my tongue entering Maria Consuela's virgin cunt. Get thee from me
Jesus and take that nagging bitch of a Mother with you," intoned Candace as the
two novices feasted on her breasts.
The other Candace was in control now. The one who followed Jesus and prayed to
the Virgin was no longer present. This was the Candace that fantasized having
God The Father's cock in her ass, Jesus in her cunt and the Holy Spirit in her
mouth. She wanted to fuck the Trinity while swearing her worship of Lucifer.
Forgotten was the Virgin Mary as the novices sucked and licked her nipples.
Candace pulled Maria Consuela face away from her breast and kissed her
passionately. Their tongues moved between their mouths. Next she kissed Anna
Estelle as Maria Consuela hungrily returned to her nipples. The fact that
Candace was performing debauched lesbian sex with two novices of the order of
Sisters of Mt. Caramel made it all the more erotic.
Candace felt both women place a hand on her clit and stroke her in unison.
When their fingers entered her vagina, she realized how wet she was. The novices
had fingers in her cunt and it felt pleasurable beyond anything she had ever
experienced before.
"Finger my sinner's hole," moaned Candace as she twisted on the bed using her
heels to force her cunt upwards striving to drive their digits deep inside her.
Candace was overwhelmed with the desire to talk filth, to speak in depraved
terms, to counter a lifetime of godly behavior in a single night.
Her glands were in overdrive gushing forth a stream of wetness. Maria
Consuela moved down between Candace's legs and licked a long slow swirl around
Candace's clitoris. Maria Consuela filled her mouth from Candace's stream of
wetness then moved up to kiss Candace forcing her to taste the fluids of her own
cunt. Candace's body shook with pleasure as her mouth filled with her own
secretions mixed with Maria Consuela's drool. Her whole body pulsed with desire.
"Finger fuck me, you whores, spank my clit, spank it hard," begged Candace
loving the sensation of Maria Consuela's hand delivering sharp spanking blows to
her clitoris. Candace's belly rumbled and her abdomen bulged tightly with Father
Gregory's hot piss still simmering inside her tight belly.
"I'm piss pregnant, said Candace as she ran her hand over the taut skin of her
abdomen.
Anna Estelle pushed two fingers deep inside her to that special spot all women
have. When Anna Estelle's nails scraped the rough surface of her G-spot. Candace
began the first of a series of convulsions that were driven by powerful orgasms.
"It will be a multi-orgasmic experience. When this is over, you'll belong to
the Master, the old Candace will appear less and less. After your wedding
tomorrow night, she will no longer exist at all," said Father Gregory seated in
a nearby chair.
Candace didn't respond other than to feel her body convulse once again and a
blinding white light flash like fire inside her brain. Candace could feel the
electrical charges of her cranium's synapses stop entirely then surge once again
with greater voltage. She felt herself being transformed into another creature.
Anna Estelle forced Candace's legs upward as she licked toward Candace's
asshole. There were two mouths working on her now. One was licking around her
clit and the other probing her anus. A finger replaced the tongue in Candace's
butt.
"Oh, that's good, suck and finger my shit hole," cried Candace loosing any
semblance of control. She was completely given over to lust. Candace began
growling like a bitch in heat urging the male dogs to penetrate her.
Candace had never experienced a multi-orgasmic state but she was in one now.
Each time a finger went to her ass or vagina, every time a warm tongue caressed
her clit she climaxed. It was like the papa-razzi were firing flashbulbs in her
eyes. Over and over again until at last, she had momentarily exhausted her
body's capacity to orgasm. There was drool seeping out of the corner of her
mouth when the novices stopped.
Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle looked pleased that they had made her orgasm
so deep and prolonged.
"Lesbian sex requires accessories, Maria Consuela wants the feel of a rubber
cock inside her cunt, Anna Estelle wants her rear warmed up, Candace, the Master
wants you to know the pleasure of causing pain," said Father Gregory as he
tossed the large leather valise onto the bed.
Candace opened the valise. There were two studded leather paddles. Candace
handed one paddle to Maria Consuela and kept the other for herself. Anna Estelle
positioned herself on all fours her rear pointed toward the ceiling.
"Beat me bloody, sisters, make me scream," pleaded Anna Estelle forcing her
butt upward to accept the blows. Anna Estelle was furiously masturbating as she
anticipated the pain that would arrive shortly.
Candace and Maria Consuela delivered sharp hard blows to Anna Estelle's butt
cheeks. Candace watched Anna's hand grab the sheet as the blows rained down.
Anna Estelle buried her face in the pillow and screamed as Candace and Maria
Consuela struck her harder and then again harder. Each splat of the paddle
caused Candace to experience a wave of pleasure.
"Hurt me, please hurt me," pleaded Anna Estelle between shrieks of pains. Her
eyes were filled with tears and there was a film of wetness running down her
thighs from her vagina.
"Father Gregory is right. Causing pain is a pleasure and such a new and
exciting one to me, I'm getting turned on again just by striking her, I never
knew it could feel so good to cause another to suffer," thought Candace.
Anna Estelle's butt turned pink then red then bright red and finally a bluish
red. Maria Consuela put down her paddle, lay on her back and got down underneath
and between Anna Estelle's legs and began licking her vagina. Candace could see
drops of girl lube dripping into Maria Consuela's mouth as she licked Anna
Estelle's open vagina. Like stalactites in a limestone cave, drops fell
continually from Anna Estelle's cunt into Maria Consuela's open mouth.
Maria Consuela's tongue executed a long slow lick of Anna Estelle's clit
causing Anna Estelle to experience the beginning of her multiple climaxes.
Candace continued to spank Anna, alternating between butt cheeks.
I love hurting her," thought Candace. "Her pain is my pleasure. Each time I
land a blow, her knuckles turn white as she grabs the bed covering. Between
screams, she's sobbing like a little girl. I never knew you could experience
such ecstasy from another's torture."
Candace reached into the bag and brought out a large diameter butt plug and a
tube of lubricant. She squeezed lubricant on the plug then shoved it into Anna
Estelle's butt in one quick motion. It was a large plug and Candace had to apply
considerable force to get it in. Anna Estelle screamed into the pillow as the
butt plug plunged past her anal ring and forced her hole further open than ever
before. Candace worked the plug in several times then pulled the plug out and
replaced it with three of her fingers. Candace felt the tight ring of Anna's
sphincter close around the base of her fingers. Candace twisted her fingers from
left to right.
"I like my fingers inside another woman's asshole. It's so intense the way the
muscles squeeze your hand," said Candace as she pulled her fingers out and
replaced them with the butt plug. Candace looked in the bag and saw a
double-ended dildo. She instinctively knew how to use it. She inserted one end
in her own vagina and slowly pushed it deep inside her until it stopped then she
pushed harder. When she reached the point where it started to hurt, she stopped
for a moment to get a better grip on the center of the dildo. She held it fast
with both hands then shoved it violently inside her vagina. That plunged it
several inches deeper in her body. Candace felt the intense pain as the head of
rubber cock slammed into the ultimate end point of her womanhood.
Candace luxuriated in the throbbing nexus of intense pain that that emanated
from the deepest area of her being. Then she shoved it again forcing it even
further. The pain was delicious. It was a moment of intense agony followed by a
welling of pleasure that traveled to every part of her body. Candace felt
ecstasy right out to her fingertips. Candace looked over at Father Gregory who
was sitting calmly watching the three women.
"You are doing very well, let us pray together, children," said Father
Gregory. Candace found herself and the novices boldly and confidently repeating
the prayer she had made that day in the Chapel of the Assumption.
"Hail Lucifer, Ruler of Hell, Master of Eternal Darkness, accept the worship
of your servant Candace and her sisters, Anna Estelle and Maria Consuela, they
desire none other than to adore you, Satan. Help your servants to overcome the
forces that restrain them from your devotion. Cast out their God's teachings and
make them an instrument for accomplishing your will. "
After the recitation, feelings of savagery and wantonness once again overtook
Candace. The dildo embedded deep within her had become the center of her being
and it radiated energy and lust and power. She stared into Father Gregory's cold
black eyes and said "I am your servant, oh Lord of Darkness. I am ready to serve
the Master with all my being."
"And you will serve him well, these two lesser beings are yours to use as you
will, they will serve you in your great mission for the Master, they are your
first reward for joining the legion of Hell. There will be many more," said
Father Gregory.
Candace positioned herself between Maria Consuela's legs pulling her feet
upward until Maria Consuela's ankles rested on Candace's shoulders. Maria
Consuela's face was still under Anna Estelle's cunt, her tongue busily sucking
Anna's clit. Candace slipped the tip of the double dildo into Maria Consuela's
vagina then lunged forward burying it deep into Maria in one swift stroke.
Candace's cunt collided violently with that of Maria Consuela.
"Destroy my purity, rape my soul, I live to serve my Mistress, Candace, Bride
of Satan, Destroyer of Worlds," screamed Maria Consuela.
Virgin blood spurted like a fountain from Maria Consuela's vagina. Candace
reached down and smeared the blood all over her hand. Then she brought her hand
to her mouth and licked the blood off her fingers.
"How Lucifer and his followers love the iron taste of blood? Now, I'm afraid
you've spoiled Maria Consuela. How can she be a Bride of Christ when you've
rammed a latex cock in her and taken her virginity? Notice how she cums like a
street whore being fucked by her nigger pimp," commented Father Gregory.
Father Gregory was right. Candace slammed the dildo in harder and deeper then
cupped her hand to catch more of the blood oozing from Maria Consuela's vagina.
She brought it to her mouth and lapped the crimson fluid off her palm.
"Its delicious," said Candace turning her crimson stained face toward Father
Gregory.
"It's something you develop a taste for, like fine chocolates or vintage
wine," said Father Gregory.
Candace shoved downward until her cunt touched Maria's and she was able to rub
her clit against Maria Consuela's blood covered vagina. The feeling of another
woman's bloody clitoris pushing against her own sent Candace into another
segment where the orgasms were continual, each bursting on her body just as its'
predecessor died away. The explosions in her brain resembled the fireworks
display that Boston provided every Fourth of July. Each burst cascading higher
and more spectacularly than its predecessor.
"You are feeling pleasure on a level not known to those who refuse to worship
the Dark Lord," said Father Gregory.
"I feel it now, Master, I am thine," intoned Candace as she begin to piston
the double dildo into Maria Consuela's cunt. Candace heard her own loud breath
blending with the loud moans of Anna and Maria. Then she realized there was
another sound even stronger and it was coming from her own lips. It was a growl
like that of a she-wolf or some primitive carnivore that was protecting its kill
from other predators.
"You feel the power, don't you, the raw savage lust that cannot be denied,
it's as if the blood in your veins was molten steel, take your other servant's
virginity with your hand," said Father Gregory.
Candace looked down at Maria Consuela whose eyes had a glazed look. Every time
Candace pushed forward and smashed their clitorises together, Maria Consuela's
eyes would pop wide open and she would scream an obscenity. A deep guttural
moan punctuated each violent downward stroke as Candace rammed the double-ended
rubber cock into Maria Consuela's womb.
Candace coated her hand with Maria Consuela's blood then pushed four fingers
into Anna Estelle's vagina. Her fingers felt the hymen blocking further
penetration.
"Take it, Candace, strip me of my purity, I long to be your servant and
slave," said Anna Estelle as she repositioned her legs to allow Candace better
access.
Candace pushed hard and heard a squishing sound as her hand went just inside
Anna's vagina. Candace traced her fingers along the surface of Anna Estelle's
hymen.
"Rip it out of me, Candace, I want to feel it stripped from the walls of my
cunt," Anna Estelle moaned as she pushed back to force Candace's hand deeper
inside her cunt.
Candace's arm shot forward from her shoulder. Her fingernails felt Anna
Estelle's hymen tear apart. Anna Estelle screamed in pain. Blood immediately
soaked Candace's hand and wrist.
Candace's fingers and nails grasped the fleshy remnants of the mucous membrane
and ripped them from the walls of Anna Estelle's cunt. Candace's nails scraped
the lining of Anna Estelle's vagina shredding the ragged pieces of flesh from
the walls of Anna Estelle's cunt. Anna Estelle howled in agony.
Candace looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. Her fingers and the back
of her hand had little patches of flesh that until seconds ago comprised Anna
Estelle's hymen. Candace greedily licked the virgin blood off her hand and
swallowed the red swatches of virgin flesh. She consumed the Anna Estelle's
hymen with relish.
"Your power grows, you are almost one with Satan," said Father Gregory.
Candace felt her entire body tighten. Her skin was being stretched. Her
muscles felt capable of anything. Candace sensed Maria Consuela's orgasm as once
more she forced the double dildo to its fullest within her cunt. Maria Consuela
wrapped her legs around Candace and used them to increase the force of each
downward stroke that Candace delivered.
"Hurt me, bury it in me, I want your cock in my womb, I need it," begged Maria
Consuela.
"Fist fuck me," pleaded Anna Estelle.
"Your servants demand their mistress's attention, do with them as it pleases
you," said Father Gregory.
Candace slid her hand inside Anna's Estelle's blood smeared vagina, made a
fist and drove it forward until it reached her forearm. Her fingers could feel
Anna Estelle's female parts as Anna Estelle screamed and began to climax.
Candace used her new strength to drive the double dildo deep into Mara
Consuela's virgin cunt.
Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle convulsed their bodies as they climaxed. They
writhed and twisted as they climaxed over and over again. Saliva bubbled out of
their mouths and cascaded down their chin onto their breasts. Their eyes took on
the look of a wild beast chasing its kill.
The three women collapsed. Father Gregory leaned slightly forward and spoke to
Candace in a voice that carried all the authority and force of Hell itself.
"Candace, you have done a good night's work. You have cheated Christ of two
virgin brides. How that must annoy him while he sits on his throne with his cock
in hand? Perhaps he planned to steal down to Earth one night and take them
himself. Now they can no longer be his. They belong to you and you belong to
Satan."
Candace exhausted, lay down between the two novices. They were drenched in
blood, spit, secretions, and sweat, breathing heavily, there hearts beating
rapidly, recovering from the debauched and perverted sex acts and orgasms they
had just experienced.
"One final act and we are done for now, you must seal their loyalty to your
service" said Father Gregory.
Candace did not have to be told what to do. She positioned Maria Consuela and
Anna Estelle with their heads side by side lying on their backs. Then she
lowered her vagina over Maria Consuela 's mouth.
"Our Master especially enjoys this part, go slowly Candace, let them savor
each drop," said Father Gregory.
Maria Estelle opened her mouth as Candace slowly began to urinate into it.
Maria Consuela let her mouth fill with Candace's warm piss then swallowed. After
a few moments, Candace switched to Anna Estelle. Candace pissed in the open
mouth of Anna Estelle who greedily swallowed the stream of golden fluid. When
Candace's bladder was empty, she lay once more between the novices and they
curled up on each side of her. In an instant, Candace fell asleep.
Chapter 5 - Fantasies Become Real
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The clock radio alarm sounded and Candace groggily reached over to turn it
off.
"What a deep sleep? Odd, I normally don't sleep well in a strange bed,
especially the first night," thought Candace as she slowly woke up Saturday
morning. It was still dark outside. The orange illuminated dials on the
nightstand clock glowed 6:30. Candace fell back on to the bed and stretched her
body, arching her back. For a brief moment, Candace felt warm and relaxed. Then
her mind recalled a disturbing thought.
"Oh my goodness." Candace remembered with a start having made an appointment
to meet Father Gregory last night. But she had no memory of going to his
quarters and speaking with him.
"How absolutely thoughtless and careless of me, I must have come back here
after mass and fallen asleep. I failed to meet Father Gregory after he was kind
enough to agree to counsel me individually. I'll have to apologize profusely. He
has very reason to be very angry with me. I hope he didn't wait up."
Candace sat up in bed, threw the covers off and put her feet over the edge. As
her sleep fog brain cleared, she quickly realized, "I'm naked. I forgot to put
my pajamas on. I always sleep in pajamas. At least I don't recall masturbating.
That's a sign the retreat and St. Therese are having a good effect on me."
Candace stood up by the bed but felt light headed.
"No more wine for me," commented Candace as she cradled her head in hands. She
sat back down to wait until her head cleared. The lightheaded feeling remained
so she bent forward lowering her head between her knees to keep from fainting.
"Easy Candace, I'm going to take it slow. I still feel groggy. It must have
been the long drive and the wine at the reception. I've been under a lot of
emotional stress the last few weeks. I'm not used to wine and I drank several
glasses at the reception and had two more with dinner. What's gotten into me?
One glass was always my limit. The pressure of these crazy imaging is causing me
anxiety and I drank more than I should as a result."
"Failing to show up after Father Gregory was kind enough to see me is just
unforgivable. I'll apologize and ask Father Gregory to reschedule our
appointment. I'll have to promise to be there this time. I hope he's not too
angry and disappointed with me; although he has ever right to be," thought
Candace as she reached over to turn on the lamp beside the bed.
At first the glare blinded her. She cast her eyes down on the floor. A red
silk skirt and white tank top lay in a small pile beside the bed. There was a
pair of strap sandals beside the skirt.
"That couldn't be mine," said Candace as she bent over and picked up the skirt
and held it against her, seeing that it only cover the top of her thighs, "Its
pretty but not something you wear at a convent."
"I couldn't have worn that last night, it's not decent to wear at a convent
or anywhere for that matter, the skirt doesn't even come to the middle of my
thigh. My bottom would show if I bent over slightly. And look at the top, it's
even more revealing," said Candace as she scooped the white cotton tank top off
the floor.
"I would have looked like one of those Boston hookers that work in the Fenway,
they even wear strap sandals like that. On the news I heard one of them say that
some of their customers have a fetish for women's feet. There are a lot of sick
and misguided people in this world that need Jesus in their hearts."
Candace held the skirt and top up and looked at them closely. "I would look
like one of those prostitutes. The local news on Channel 5 had recently done an
expose where they secretly filmed the girls working their corners. Cars would
drive by and stop. The girls leaned into the car window and asked if the men
want a date. They call their customers Johns. If they agree on price, they get
in the car with their Johns. Channel 5 News said the going rates were $50 for
oral sex and $100 for intercourse. I wonder what that would be like to have sex
with a total stranger for money. Candace mind formed an image of her in the
front seat bent over sucking on the driver's cock."
Candace resisted the urge to touch herself as she spoke aloud, "Cease and
desist, Mrs. Williams, None of that here at St. Therese. See, you can be a good
person if you try."
Candace held the white top up.
"If I was in the Fenway and I leaned into the John's car to tell him how much
for a blowjob or intercourse, he could see my breasts. On the news, I've seen
the police arresting them and taking them to jail. I remember last year they
suspended a Boston Policeman because after he arrested prostitutes he would
offer to let them go in return for sex."
Candace imagined herself in the backseat of a police cruiser with that red
skirt hiked up to her waist, one leg braced against the security partition that
protected the cops from their prisoners and the other against the rear deck.
There was a fat Boston Irish cop between her legs slamming his cock into her.
Her top was pulled up and he was slobbering over her breasts as he fucked her.
"I've definitely got to stop those kind of thoughts," realized Candace.
Suddenly, Candace was overcome with a sense of foreboding. She quickly knelt
down beside the bed thinking that prayer would help her deal with the clothes on
the floor and the rather undeniable conclusion that she had been dressed like a
prostitute at the Monastery of St. Therese.
"If Sister Agatha saw me in that, how will I ever face her again? She'll send
me home this morning. I'll no longer be welcome at the monastery. I don't see
any underwear. Oh God, what have I done?" despaired Candace.
"But if I wore that last night, how come I don't remember it, I wore the ankle
length green print skirt and the gray long silk blouse to the reception and
Mass. I remember that. Then I must have returned to my room and changed,"
decided Candace.
"Maybe I just put this skirt and top on here in the room to be comfortable.
The room was hot and stuffy so I wanted to be cool. But when did I buy those
clothes? Obviously, someone would have said something to me if I had been seen
dressed like this. I feel better now. I'm going to pray to the Virgin to keep
wickedness away from me today. I know she'll help me."
Candace knelt down and leaned forward against the side of the bed to pray.
"Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed..." started Candace
but she found she could not go on. She couldn't remember the words of a prayer
she had said thousands of times. Something was causing her not to be able to
speak or even think the words. All of a sudden a torrent of works rushed from
her mouth.
"Blessed is your hot pussy that fucked every Jew cock in Galilee, God Dammit
to hell, what the fuck is wrong with me?" said Candace, "Oh my God, my language,
using the Lord's name in vain. Forgive me, Mother Mary, I didn't mean to
blaspheme. I can't pray to the Virgin. I'm lost. I'm going insane," sobbed
Candace.
Candace closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She concentrated on her breath,
taking slow deep breaths like they taught in Yoga class. She focused solely on
breathing, pushing all other thoughts out of her mind. Finally, Candace regained
control. She slowly opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at her room.
Candace's gaze settled on a black leather satchel sitting on top of the small
student desk in the corner of the room. "That's not mine," thought Candace.
Somebody else's luggage must have mistakenly been placed in my room. Candace
walked to the desk, glad to have something to distract her, and examined the
satchel. She recognized that it was expensively made. The leather was soft hand
felled Moroccan and the handles and lock were carefully constructed. There was a
combination lock with six numbered thumbwheels. Without thinking Candace spun
the tumblers to the numeric code of her birthday in mmddyy format. The lock
popped open.
"How did I know that? It's not even mine," asked Candace aloud. She opened the
top of the satchel and looked inside. On top was a very large double-ended
dildo. One end was covered with dried blood. There were studded leather paddles,
whips, several other dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps, and various leather
restraints. There were packages of three different sizes of batteries. In a side
pocket, there was a large silver-colored metal dildo vibrator contained in a
chamois bag. Candace wondered why it was separated from the rest of the sex
toys. Candace saw what appeared to be jewelry style box. Her curiosity drove her
to open the small box then immediately snap it shut.
"Ben-wa balls," exclaimed Candace reopening the box to examine them more
closely," I haven't seen Ben-wa balls since that time in college.
Candace picked up the antique-looking dildo/vibrator and turned it on and then
off. The hum was powerful and made a much louder noise than Candace expected. It
was also much heavier than she expected. Candace had assumed it was made of
plastic but it appeared to be constructed of steel.
"How odd? My step-mom would say it looks like a tractor factory in the old
USSR constructed it. It's not like the usual junk that the girls in my dorm
used," remarked Candace as she hefted the heavy steel dildo/vibrator.
Candace realized the satchel contained a collection of what people referred to
as marital aids or more aptly, sex toys. Although Candace had never used marital
aids, she certainly knew what they were. There had been plenty of items like
those in Candace's college dorm. Some of the coeds were veritable experts on
dildos and vibrators. Candace recalled her freshman year. She hadn't been in the
door a week when another girl knocked on her door.
"Got any C's. This thing died just as I was about to hit the big O," said a
dark brunette who lived down the hall. She was holding up a dildo shaped like a
man's cock. It was curved with molded veins and had a small protrusion on one
side that Candace later learned was a clitoral stimulator.
"C's, I don't understand," replied Candace.
"C's as in C sized batteries that make this vibrate. Maybe I could just borrow
yours? What do you use to get off with?"
"Masturbation is a sin," replied Candace.
"I know, that's why I love to jerk off, seriously, I need help. I was just
about to get over the top when this piece of shit died. Has anyone ever told you
how beautiful you are?" The brunette had begun to look at Candace like she was
interested in more than batteries if Candace was willing.
"Sorry, I can't help you," said Candace closing the door quickly. She had
sensed the girl was suggesting they engage in lesbian sex. To Candace, it was
hard to imagine a worse sin.
But it wasn't possible to live in a girl's dorm and not be aware of the
various types of marital aids the coeds used. Most of the girls didn't bother to
hide them and it was common to find several of them along with some type of
lubricant sitting on their nightstand. They frequently argued over what worked
best, dildos, vibrators, anal probes, etc. Her roommate, Clarise, during the
first semester had owned a huge vibrator of a type that was sold in department
stores as a personal massager. Clarise always referred to it as "my friend." It
ran on wall power not batteries. Clarise once demonstrated to Candace how she
could insert ben-wa balls in her vagina and then use "her friend" to achieve the
ultimate orgasm. Candace had often awakened during the night to the hum of the
powerful vibrator. Her roommate claimed she could use her "friend" to reliably
climax in less than five minutes.
"It's ten times better than my last boyfriend. All he wanted was a blowjob.
After I did that he turned over and went to sleep," complained Clarise.
Clarise had offered to let Candace use "her friend" and the ben-wa balls.
"I'll even put them in for you if you want," offered Clarise.
Candace had been tempted but prayed to the Virgin and the temptation passed.
At the end of the first semester, Candace found a more suitable Catholic
roommate.
As Candace looked through the contents of the valise, she picked up each of
the items and examined it. Candace had never owned anything like these, even
though Dan had suggested on several occasions that they purchase some marital
aids. Candace recalled telling Dan, 'No, definitely not. That type of thing has
no place in a Catholic home. Suppose Briana was to find them."
"It will be embarrassing returning this valise and its contents to the
rightful owner," thought Candace as she put everything but the steel
vibrator/dildo back in the valise. Without thinking she kept it in her hand.
Candace put the valise aside and went into the bathroom and turned on the
light. When she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Candace was stunned.
Her mouth and neck were covered with dried blood. When she looked at her hands,
she was sickened to see there was caked blood under her fingernails and dried
blood on her fingertips. She put the vibrator she had unconsciously carried into
the bathroom with her, down beside the washbasin.
At that moment, Candace recalled every detail of her visit to Father Gregory's
room last night.
"No, No, it couldn't be, tell me, it couldn't be like that," said Candace,
"This can't be happening to me here at the Retreat, surrounded by the Sisters
and Novices. Oh Mother Mary, why have you forsaken me when I need you more than
ever?"
She remembered exactly what happened including the lesbian sex with the two
novices. She recalled Maria Consuela and her paddling Anna Estelle's bottom and
how she had used the double dildo to penetrate the both of them.
"No, it's another fantasy, like in the grocery store with Mike or the young
girl in the checkout at the pharmacy. It's not real. It's something I imagined."
Candace rejected the possibility that last night really occurred. It was
definitely a dream, a fantasy, something she created from her sick sinful brain
just like in the other instances.
"It was a flight of my overactive imagination. It couldn't be real because I
imagined that Father Gregory and the two novices participating willingly. They'd
never do that," said Candace to her image in the mirror, "But where did all this
blood come from and why do I have the valise of sex toys that Father Gregory
gave me?"
Candace closed her eyes, held on to the washbasin and breathed slowly to
regain control. Candace decided she must have fallen asleep, missed her
appointment, and had another one of those perverted visions. This one had been
worse than the other three, far worse. The idea of her having sex with Father
Gregory and the novices was absurd. They were people of deep religious
convictions. They would never allow that to happen.
"I've become a sick, depraved woman incapable of controlling my twisted evil
thoughts," sobbed Candace.
Candace composed herself enough to carefully wash the blood off her hands and
face. Candace decided she must have scratched herself or had a nosebleed while
she slept. She could never have debauched sex with two novices or masturbated in
front of a priest.
"I fantasized I swallowed Father Gregory's urine and the novices swallowed
mine. Can you imagine a more disgusting and perverted act? No priest or novice
would even consider participating in that sort of sinful, depraved behavior. It
goes against everything they've stood for all their lives," thought Candace.
It just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. Someone had put
the valise of sex toys in her room as a bad joke, especially for a Catholic
women's retreat. Maybe she had woken up and opened it last night before she went
to sleep. When she looked in the case to see what was inside, it triggered those
vile dreams.
"But how did those indecent clothes get on the floor and why was the
combination lock set to her birth date?" Candace, in order to keep her sanity,
pushed all these questions from her mind.
"I'm going to put this whole business aside for now. There must be a rational
explanation. I'll take a shower, eat breakfast, observe the silence and get
ready for the first workshop," said Candace as she looked in the mirror at her
naked body. "When did I start sleeping naked?" wondered Candace aloud as she
reached into the shower stall and started the water.
Candace got into the stall and began to wash herself. She lathered her body to
wash off the blood then squeezed liquid soap on the loofah she always used to
bathe. The instant the loofah passed over her clitoris, Candace was overwhelmed
with a tidal wave of lust. She doubled up the sensation was so over powering.
She let out a large gasp and her entire body convulsed when she passed the
loofah between her legs for a second time. She used one hand to part her labia.
With the other, she ground the harsh surface of the loofah over her clit. The
sheer pleasure of it almost caused her knees to buckle.
The loofah's rough surface excited her clit to where it immediately became
engorged with blood and extended beyond its protective folds of flesh. Quickly,
Candace opened the shower stall door and grabbed the steel dildo/vibrator she
left on the edge of the washbasin. Her nail flicked the on switch causing it to
start a powerful hum. Candace moved it down to her clitoris and inhaled deeply
when it touched the top of her clit. She rubbed the loofah over the opening to
her vagina. Another powerful inhalation occurred when the loofah scraped over
the opening to her vagina. It was as if she wanted to suck in every molecule of
air inside the room.
She moved the vibrator back and forth across her clit. She slowly reduced the
cold-water tap until only the hot water faucet was on. Steam clouded the
bathroom.
The vibrator performed like magic on her clitoris. Candace had never seen her
clitoris so stimulated. It was standing out like a tiny penis. Even the
slightest contact sent her into an orgasm that convulsed her body causing her
abdomen to contract and every muscle to flex. Candace wedged her body into a
corner of the shower stall forcing her breasts in contact with the tile wall.
Candace couldn't stop climaxing. In less than a handful of minutes, she climaxed
for the tenth time. Each orgasm only whetted her appetite for more. She squatted
down under the steaming water, her back leaning against the tiled wall. She
spread her knees apart so her vagina was accessible and put her fingers inside
her opening as she continued to work the vibrator over her clit. She reached
her fingers deep inside her vagina giving out a low moan of pleasure as she
penetrated herself. Candace used her nails to scrap across her Grafenberg Spot.
"Oh fuck, that feels good, I wish that was Father Gregory's big dick in my
hole," whispered Candace.
Candace saw the long handled back brush hanging from a caddy looped around the
neck of the showerhead. Candace took the back brush off the caddy and pushed the
handle inside the opening of her vagina and twisted it through a circle. Candace
braced the brush head against the floor of the shower then straddled it lowering
her legs to force the handle far up into her female parts. She felt the walls of
her vagina gripping the brush handle. She pushed the pointed tip of the vibrator
into her clitoris mashing it into her flesh with all her strength. Candace
opened her mouth and let out a thunderous animal howl that caused the shower
stall to shake. She scrapped the vibrator over her clit and howled again as her
next series of orgasms exploded across her body.
The end of the brush embedded deep in her womb became the source of increasing
more powerful waves of pleasure. Each wave doubled the strength of the previous.
Candace's pleasure increased exponentially. It expanded from the deepest point
where the brush handle reached, in a pattern of rolling concentric circles that
radiated outward until even her fingers and toes experienced an inhuman onrush
of pleasure.
She closed her eyes and scenes of unspeakable debauchery appeared in her mind.
It was a kaleidoscope of the worst acts of sexual savagery of human history. In
one scene, Candace recognized the twisted visage of the Roman Emperor Tiberius
as he sodomized a screaming young boy on the Isle of Capri. A servant of
Tiberius stood nearby holding a young naked girl child whispering to her, "As
soon as the Emperor finishes with your brother, he will have you."
In another she saw the city of Paris on the day of the St. Bartholomew's
Massacre. Catholics were slaughtering the Huguenot Protestants in the streets.
Women and girls were being raped in front of their families before they were all
hacked to death. The streets of Paris were red with blood. The sight of the
blood and carnage caused Candace to feel a pleasure from masturbation that she
had never experienced.
Candace viciously stabbed the sharp point of the vibrator into the soft flesh
of her clitoris causing her to reach a final thunderous climax. An inhuman roar
louder than the engines of a fully loaded Boeing 747 during take-off welled up
out of Candace's chest. Its force shattered the ceramic tiles of the shower
stall in an explosion of tiny glass particles. The glass shower door blew into a
thousand pieces. Ceramic wall tiles clattered to the floor of the bathroom and
the mirror cracked then exploded. The powerful sound rolled over the Monastery
of St. Therese like thunder.
Bernice Creswell opened her eyes and smiled when she heard the roar that the
orgasm tore from Candace. Bernice reached out and touched the wall besides her
bed feeling the vibration caused by the unearthly cry. She moved her own hand
between her legs and slowly started to circle her clitoris as she thought about
what would occur tonight. She felt herself get wet and she arched her back to
push her clitoris further into her hand. Bernice knew and understood what that
cry meant. Satan's bride-to-be was announcing she was prepared for her wedding
night. She was screaming her mating cry, telling the Master she was ready.
"When Candace comes to Iowa, that sound will crash across the fields and the
godly will shake in fear, they'll lose control over their bowels and they'll
shit themselves the pathetic bastards," said Connie Barker as she listened to
Candace's howl. Connie's hand also found her clit and she growled when her
fingernail scraped across its surface. Throughout the Monastery of St. Therese,
women awoke, smiled, and pushed their hand between their legs, pleasuring
themselves. They knew tonight would be very special. They had come from all
over the United States to be a part of this evening. Satan would not disappoint
them. He would reward them for being there.
Candace left the shattered bathroom carrying the vibrator in her hand. She sat
down on the edge of the bed recovering her breath. For the first time, she
noticed writing on the side of the metal cylinder. It was in German. Candace
translated the German into English as she read it.
"To my darling Eva, for your pleasure when I cannot be with you, A.H."
Candace carefully placed the vibrator back into the valise. She dressed in a
short khaki casual skirt, a light blue tank top and a pair of sandals. She wore
no bra or panties. When she looked in the mirror before she left her room, she
pinched and twisted her nipples to make them more visible through the thin
cotton.
It was 8:05 when Candace walked into the dining room where a breakfast buffet
was laid. Candace couldn't help but notice that when she entered the dining
room, there was a brief instant when all conversation stopped and every head
turned in her direction.
Candace went to the buffet and filled her plate. Then she looked around for a
vacant chair. Candace once again found herself seated between Maria Consuela and
Anna Estelle. Anna Estelle grimaced as she squirmed in her seat.
"My butt's as sore as a boil this morning, I tried to look at it in the mirror
and it looks all bruised," said Anna Estelle surprising Candace by speaking. But
everyone was talking. Maybe, thought Candace, they decided not to observe a
period of silence.
"I'm sore too, but it's not my butt," laughed Maria Consuela as she gave
Candace a conspiratorial smile.
"How did you sleep, Candace?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Well, but I dreamed all night, must be the strange bed."
"I see it hasn't hurt your appetite," said Maria Consuela.
She looked down to see that she had heaped the plate with eggs, sausage, and
bacon. Normally, Candace had juice, plain pastry and a piece of fruit for
breakfast. But Candace picked up her fork and bit into a sausage. She was very
hungry and she wanted meat not pastry that morning.
After breakfast, the workshops started. Candace did not get a chance to speak
privately with Father Gregory until after the last session. Everyone was
gathered in the study, waiting to go into dinner. Candace immediately launched
into a whispered apology.
"I'm dreadfully sorry for not showing up last night. I must have been
exhausted from the drive. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until this morning. I
was wondering if we could reschedule our meeting. I feel that I need your
spiritual guidance and counsel more than ever. I had a terrible wicked dream
last night. ".
Father Gregory took Candace's hands in his, looked into her eyes and said in a
clear loud voice meant to be heard by all present.
"You came to my chambers last night and everything you think you imaged
actually happened. You took the first step to becoming Satan's bride. The Master
was extremely pleased with our performance."
"But that's not possible," replied Candace.
"Maria Consuela, what did your new mistress do to you last night?"
"She used a double ended dildo to take my virginity. She drank my virgin
blood. I drank her urine. Lucifer has given me to her as a present. I don't
deserve such an honor but I will try with all my being to deserve it."
"Anna Estelle," Father Gregory spoke the name in a commanding voice.
"Yes, Father Gregory," responded the novice who was standing nearby.
"Tell us how you lost your virginity last night."
"My mistress, Candace, forced her hand in my vagina and ripped my membrane
apart with her nails. She scraped its flesh from the walls of my cunt and ate
it. I also drank her warm piss. I belong to her now, body and soul."
"Candace, you know that Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle speak the truth. Last
night, you swore allegiance to a new Master. Look into my eyes and swear again
your devotion to Lucifer."
Candace knew that what Father Gregory said was true. She had engaged in a
night of debauchery with Father Gregory and the novices. There was no use
pretending otherwise. Time for denial had passed. Father Gregory held Candace's
hand in his as he raised her arm high in the air and spoke.
"From this moment, forward, Candace Williams the shy, devout, and
self-effacing woman who lacked confidence and was the plaything of a spiteful
and possessive God is no more. Candace has forsaken the worship of the
fraudulent savior Jesus and his whore mother, Mary. The new Candace is a
powerful being focused on a mission for the forces of Hell. She serves one
Master but fears no one. She takes her pleasure as her wants dictate. Only Satan
himself commands her."
At that moment, Candace felt a tidal wave of strength and energy surge into
her body. She looked directly into Father Gregory's black eyes and repeated in a
loud voice, "I am Satan's servant. I have no other Master than Satan. He alones
posses my immortal soul. Tonight, he will possess my body."
"Hail Satan, Hail Lucifer, Hail Lord of Darkness," shouted everyone in the
dining room in unison. Father Gregory took Candace in his arms and embraced her.
He kissed her mouth probing it with his warm tongue. Candace felt Father Gregory
raise her short skirt to expose her bottom to everyone. The thought of being
exhibited in that fashion stimulated Candace. She wished that Father Gregory
would force her down on one of the couches and screw her while everyone watched.
She felt disappointed when Father Gregory relaxed his embrace and once more
spoke to the assemblage.
"We're all gathered here for your new beginning. I knew this morning that our
Master had chosen well when he selected you. The very walls of Hell shook with
the power of your climax. The flames reached out and tortured the damned as
never before. Satan heard the cry of his new mate. His cock is erect and poised
to fill you with his demon's seed. He will come tonight to consummate his
marriage with you. There is not an angel in Hell or Heaven that didn't become
erect when they heard your screams of pleasure. God himself would impale you but
he knows you belong to Lucifer."
"Everyone here knows this is going happen?" Candace asked Father Gregory.
"Yes, we all knew for certain after you woke us this morning. The Master has
made his choice. Your power is enormous and will be even greater after tonight.
You shook us out of our beds when you used one of the Master's wedding gifts to
pleasure yourself. Only someone willing to masturbate with that particular
instrument could become Satan's bride. Satan initially fashioned a dildo from
the Lance of Longinius, the very piece of steel that penetrated Christ's side at
Golgotha. Later, the Master gave it to Adolph Hitler and he had it inscribed and
made into a dildo for his mistress, Eva Braun. Our Master has re-fashioned it
into a vibrator and dildo for you.
"I understand now. I thank the Master for his wonderful gift. I will always
treasure it."
"You will be able to thank him personally tonight at Mass. During the Mass,
every thing will be made clear to you. After tonight, there will be no
confusion, no ambivalence; you will know exactly whom you serve. You will move
with confidence through this world on the great mission that the master has
selected for you. Your ultimate purpose will be revealed. Go Candace and make
yourself ready to be Satan's bride. Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle will help
you prepare to welcome your groom who at this moment is pacing expectantly the
halls of Hell, stroking his fiery cock and preparing to drive it into your very
soul."
Candace walked away fighting for control of her emotions. She resisted the
urge to panic and run from the monastery. Somehow she realized it would be
fruitless. Her problems would continue. She admitted to herself that she had
begun to enjoy the power and pleasure that she was experiencing. Furthermore she
now understood that Father Gregory was correct. Her life course was changed. In
what direction, she did not know for sure. But, Father Gregory had promised that
after tonight matters would be settled once and for all.
Chapter 6 - Black Mass
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It was 11:30 in the evening. Everyone was seated in the church waiting for
Mass to start. The appearance of the congregation could not have been more of a
contrast with that of the previous night. Candace was wearing a blood red see
though blouse with no bra underneath. Her breasts were clearly visible and her
rouge-darkened nipples emphasized her breasts. Her matching red skirt was short,
reaching only slightly below her buttocks. It was also tight and made of a
clinging knit material. The shoes were red pumps with four-inch spike heels.
Candace was conscious of the fact that she once again looked like a whore.
"Lucifer must prefer that his women be dressed as strumpets," decided Candace.
Candace had not dressed herself for the evening. After dinner, she was
returning to her room to get ready for Mass when Anna Estelle handed her a box
saying "Father Gregory says you are to wear this to Mass tonight."
Candace opened the box when she got to her room. "I can't dress like that,"
she burst out when she opened the box. But within an instant, an inner voice
within her countered, "I can and will wear it. I want to look like a whore and
a prostitute. I'm Satan's whore now and need to dress as the Master wishes.
Father Gregory wants me to wear it and I want to please him and my new Master."
As she finished dressing, there was a knock on her door. Candace opened it to
find Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle dressed in garments that resembled nun's
habits but were the same shade of red as Candace was wearing. They were also
transparent and the novices were nude underneath.
"We're hear to help with your make-up and hair, we also have some jewelry that
Father Gregory said you were to wear," said Anna Estelle.
Candace sat quietly while Anna unbuttoned her blouse. Maria Consuela used her
fingers to apply dark red rouge to Candace's nipples. As soon as Maria
Consuela's fingers touched her nipples, Candace leaned forward and kissed the
novice. Maria Consuela leaned down and kissed Candace's nipples.
"You two stop or we'll be late," cautioned Anna Estelle.
Maria Consuela quickly finished applying the dark rouge to Candace's nipples.
"My God this is erotic, Just staring at my nipples makes me want to cum," said
Candace admiring the effect of her black nipples in the mirror.
"Later, after Mass, you two will sleep here," said Candace.
"Yes, Candace," replied the two novices as they continued to help Candace.
"Please stand up," asked Maria Consuela.
When Candace stood up, Anna Estelle pulled the skirt up to her waist. She
pulled Candace's thong panties down.
"You don't need to wear these," said Anna Estelle.
"Here, use this to darken her sex," said Maria Consuela handing Anna Estelle a
jar of dark red, almost black, rouge. Anna Estelle requested that Candace lie on
her back on the bench and spread her legs as wide as possible. Anne Estelle
parted Candace's labial lips while Maria Consuela rubbed red rouge into each
side of her labia then she darkened Candace's clitoris. When Candace stood up to
look in the mirror, she saw the effect of her rouged sex. Her dark red clitoris
was highly visible at the top of her cunt. Her vagina looked swollen and
prominent, a dark crimson slash between her white legs.
"Satan's cock will find its home easily enough," said Maria Consuela.
The novices then applied red eyeliner and mascara and face power with a
reddish tint. Next they fixed gold drop earrings in each ear.
"See how interesting and unusual they are," said Anna Estelle handing them to
Candace to examine. Candace saw the left was a depiction of a naked St. Peter
crucified upside down. The figure was exquisitely detailed.
"You can see the first Bishop of Rome's cock and balls," said Maria Consuela.
The other earring was of St. Sebastian. His young naked body was upright tied
to a stake and pierced by a dozen arrows. His long cock hung down almost to his
knees.
"They're authentic. The one of St. Peter is made from one of the nails they
used to crucify him. The arrowhead that pierced St. Sebastian's heart was used
for the other one."
"They're very beautiful. Just the thought of their origin takes my breath
away," said Anna Estelle.
"This is a favorite keepsake of the Master. He wants you to wear it tonight,"
said Anna Estelle as she fixed a simple gold chain around Candace's neck. The
chain held a plain gray metal cross. Candace looked at it somewhat puzzled.
"It's the Iron Cross awarded Corporal Adolph Hitler for bravery during World
War I. He was one of the Master's favorites," said Maria Consuela.
The final piece of jewelry was a bracelet fashioned of tear shaped beads of
metal.
"It's made from metal that was vaporized at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. There are
molecules of the bomb casings, metal objects, and even human beings that were at
ground zero. The atomic heat vaporized solids into gas and the molecules of
different substances mixed when it cooled. It's really awesome when you think
about it. Father Gregory said that human screams are trapped within the metal."
Anna Estelle and Maria Consuela did a final check of Candace's appearance and
then announced it was time to leave for Mass.
The church was full when Candace arrived. There was a murmur of voices when
she appeared. Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle conducted Candace to the front pew
and sat down on each side of her. When they sat down the robes parted to reveal
bare legs. All the nuns were dressed the same.
"My breasts are visible. My nipples are displayed but no one said a word. My
cunt is rouged. My clit is prominently displayed for all to see. I am sitting in
the House of the Lord dressed to be the bride of Satan. I see the others are
dressed appropriately for such a wedding," thought Candace.
The women attending the retreat were dressed in bizarre revealing clothes and
carrying outlandish objects. One woman had a small stuffed dog on her lap and
another a large live raven perched on her shoulder. One lady had a live boa
constrictor draped around her shoulders like a shawl. A woman near Candace was
stroking a pet ocelot that would occasionally raise its head and pass its tongue
over her exposed breast.
Seated to Candace's right was a woman thin as a fashion model. Her legs were
spread wide and a small dog was licking her sex. Candace watched as the woman
inserted something in her vagina and whispered to the dog, "There's another
sweet for you, Rufus. Lick it out of Momma's pussy."
Most of the women's breasts were on display in one fashion or another. Skirts
were either very short or slit to the waist. A few of the women had pulled their
skirts up and were idly slipping dildos into their cunts as if masturbation was
an acceptable way to pass the time in the House of the Lord. At the far end of
Candace's pew was a fat priest who had his cock out and was leisurely playing
with himself as he stared at her. He acknowledged Candace's arrival with a short
wave of his hand and by speeding up the hand that was stroking his long rigid
cock. Candace watched in disbelief as he reached in a pocket of his habit and
pulled out a huge arm shaped dildo. The dildo ended in a closed fist. There was
a suction cup on one end of the dildo. The priest gave the suction cup long
lascivious licks then slapped it onto the wooden bottom of the pew. Next he
exposed his large white ass and pulled his cheeks apart and attempted to slide
the fist inside his anus.
He made several times but each time the lubricated latex fist slipped off his
hairy butt missing his anus.
"We better go help Father Malcolm. May we Mistress? It will only take a
second," asked Maria Consuela.
"Yes, help him," responded Candace.
Candace watched as the two novices walked over to the struggling priest. Maria
Consuela held the dildo in position as Anna Estelle helped Father Malcolm to
slowly slide the fist inside his rectum. Candace watched as Maria Consuela used
her fingers to loosen up Father Malcolm's anus then held the fist in position as
Ann Estelle guided his rectum down on and over the dildo.
Candace would have guessed that Father Malcolm had over two feet of dildo
inside his bowels when the novices completed their efforts by sitting in his lap
to force his butt all the way to the pew bottom. The novices spent a few extra
minutes fondling his cock and letting him feel their tits and pussy before they
returned to Candace.
"Father Malcolm is such a nice old priest. He sends his best wishes and
regards to you, Mistress. He said that living to see this moment is the greatest
experience of his life," said Anna Estelle.
Candace looked up at the altar. Someone had changed all the candles. Taller
and larger candles that were blood red had replaced the regular ivory colored
candles. As the altar boy came out to light them, each exploded into flame.
Instead of the soft constant flame, it was a taller tongue of bright fire that
sputtered low then shot higher as it burned. It was an angry flame.
"Why are the statues covered?" asked Candace of the two novices. She had noticed
that all the church's considerable statuary was shrouded in red cloth of the
same blood red shade.
"It's part of tonight's ceremony. It's very warm in here," said Maria Consuela
as she pulled her robe apart to expose her legs to mid thigh. Anna Estelle did
the same and even opened her robe at the top. Both novices began it stroke their
clits in an unconscious fashion.
"I hope the demon who fucks me has a huge cock and rams it all the way to my
womb," said Maria Consuela.
"I asked Father Gregory if I could take my incubus's cock in my ass and he
said that the devil would know that and split my rectum wide open with his
prick. It's time to start the Mass, Fuck, it's hot in here" said Anna Estelle.
Candace agreed that it was more than warm. It had to be in the nineties. It
was still summer maybe the cooling system wasn't working properly. Candace
strained her eyes to take in all the bizarre and depraved occurrences. Across
the aisle, Candace saw Bernice Creswell. Bernice was wearing a skirt that was
slit to her waist and her breasts were uplifted out of a bejeweled leather
bustier. There were gold rings in her nipples and a small gold chain pulled the
rings tautly upward toward the crown of a hat fashioned out of a leathery
material containing odd designs. Bernice carried a purse that matched the hat.
Later, Candace was later to learn the very special origin of the hat and purse.
"The hat and purse are valuable antiques. The Commandant's wife gathered the
material in the 1940's at the Buchenwald Concentration Camp. Karl and Ilse were
beloved of the Master. Ilse selected prisoners who had interesting tattoos and
had them executed then skinned. She understood the tanning process. That's how
the material has lasted these many years. Ilse loved to whip the prisoners and
was a true sadist and nymphomaniac. Karl adored her and would do anything she
asked. After the war, the press unfairly branded her the "Bitch of Buchenwald.
There are still in existence a large number of artifacts that Ilse created. My
mother has several lamps whose shades were made by Ilse in late 1944."
Candace watched Bernice slowly stroking her clit as she pushed a large dildo
into her cunt. When Candace looked closer she saw that the dildo was carved out
of a human thighbone.
"You can clearly see her nipples above the bustier. I love the way the chain
pulls on the rings. It must hurt but I think she's enjoying the pain." Candace
saw Connie Barker sitting by Bernice. Connie was dressed in a sheer white dress
that was almost transparent. "My God, Connie is wearing a strap on cock under
her dress. It was black, attached to a leather waist harness and hung to her
knees. You can see it hanging down between her legs. I wish Connie would fuck me
with it," said Candace to herself.
The choir of nuns began the Te Deum signaling the start of Mass. Father
Gregory appeared in cardinal red vestments. Four young altar boys who
accompanied Father Gregory were also dressed in the same color.
"Strange, I never seen that shade of red used before, it must be something new
or this is very special Mass," thought Candace. In spite of the strangeness, the
Mass started off as normal. Father Gregory pronouncing the Latin Liturgy in the
same resonant baritone voice of the night before.
"This is my body, this is my blood," intoned Father Gregory in the two
thousand year old ritual.
Everything went as normal all the way through the part of the Mass know as the
Transubstantiation when the altar wine was transformed into the blood of Christ
and the communion wafers into the body of Christ. The Eucharistic Presence of
Christ had been established. Father Gregory held up the two large chalices to
the congregation.
As a Catholic, Candace had accepted the Doctrine of Transubstantiation. She
had always believed that the priest conducting the mass was holding up the
actual body and blood of the Savior. Father Gregory knelt down with the two
golden chalices extended forward. One by one the altar boys pulled out their
cocks and urinated in each chalice. Candice sat there watching in disbelief.
Sister Agatha seated in the pew across the aisle stood up and removed her red
habit leaving her without a stitch of clothing other than a pair of 'fuck me'
red pumps that contrasted garishly with her aged and crooked body. Her liver
spotted flesh had a silvery cast to it and her breasts sagged to navel. A novice
dropped between the Reverend Mother's legs and began to vigorously lick her aged
vagina. Sister Agatha pulled and twisted the nipples of her breasts as she
murmured some form of Latin chant to the novice tonguing her clit and working
her fingers into Sister Agatha's ancient vagina.
When all four altar boys had finished urinating, they went to each of the
statues and removed their red shrouds. When they pulled the cloth from the
statue nearest Candace, she saw that someone had modified the Virgin's image.
Although the face of the Virgin remained the same, someone had painted her lips
a garish red. There were now naked breasts standing out and there was an exposed
hair-covered vagina with a small clitoris jutting out. The naked Christ child
was sucking on one long nipple while his tiny fingers squeezed the other.
Further away, the statue of the Apostle Peter now included a large erect penis
ending in the mouth of a statue of a small boy providing fellatio.
"This can't be happening, it's another of my crazy dreams, I'm losing my
mind," said Candace as she left the pew along with everyone else to go to the
communion rail. Candace was first in a long line of partially naked men and
women waiting to receive communion. Candace knelt at the communion rail between
Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle. When Father Gregory reached her, Candace took a
small swallow of the first chalice. It wasn't communion wine. It tasted of human
blood mixed with urine. Then she opened her mouth and Father Gregory deposited a
small urine-soaked wafer on her tongue. Candace rolled the wafer back into her
mouth. For the second time ever, she tasted human flesh and urine. Somehow,
Candace knew this was not a wafer of wheat but actual human flesh. She looked up
to see that one of the altar boys who was accompanying Father Gregory had
exposed his boy cock and was playing with himself as they proceeded down the
communion rail. Candace found herself looking at the altar boy's penis and
wishing it was inside her mouth and she was slowly sucking the young boy.
"I'm insane, totally fucking insane," thought Candace.
Candace returned to her pew and knelt down.
When communion was over, Father Gregory made an announcement.
"Before the arrival of the Master, each of you must allow Satan into your
soul. When you close your eyes, he will send you a vision that you can embrace,
it will give you pleasure far beyond that experienced by other mortals, it will
take you to places and times that are extraordinary, you will experience the
history of mankind as you would have never thought possible, accept it as a gift
of the Dark Lord."
Chapter 7 - The Dungeon of Fortress Antonia
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Candace closed her eyes. Almost immediately she found herself transported back
through time. She was lying on her back. A man was on top of her pushing his
cock in and out of her vagina as he sucked and bit on her nipple. Her arms were
tightly wrapped around the man's back as she clung to his body.
"That's right, work that Jew cunt of yours, whore," said the man.
Candace was grunting each time he pitched forward. Her ankles were locked
behind his back and she used her legs to pull him into her each time he came
downward. Her body was covered in sweat. Her arms cradled the man's head and she
was urging him on.
"Bite them and suck on them, I love it when you hurt my tits," said Candace
grinding her clitoris against the man's hairy pubic area, maximizing the effect
of his stiff curly pubic hairs rubbing over her clit. Candace struggled to get
his cock deeper inside her using all the force in her long legs to first pull
him into her then grind their crotches together.
"Fuck me Quintus, fuck your Hebrew whore," groaned Candace was she writhed her
body against the soldier.
Candace was commanding her cunt to squeeze his cock when it reached deep
inside her. The man, Quintus, was a soldier, a Roman Legionnaire. He had a long
fat cock and Candace felt it strain against the walls of her cunt each time it
plunged into her.
Too soon, Candace felt him climax inside her vagina and she in turn allowed
her own orgasm to roll through her body. The soldier fell forward beside her.
They were both covered in sweat and he was breathing hard. The room smelled of
sex.
"You're always worth the money, I tell everyone in Rome, how good you Hebrew
whores fuck," said Quintus as he recovered his breath.
Candace looked around. She was in a large room lying on a small cot. The light
wasn't good. There were several beds separated by thin transparent curtains. Oil
lamps provided the only light. On a couple of the other beds, there were women
being fucked by men. The woman on the bed next to hers was slowly sucking a
man's cock.
"Quintus, Let me suck you hard and we can do it again,"
"Sorry, harlot, but the legion has a job to do for the governor and it
wouldn't do for me to be late," said Quintus who had risen from the pallet.
Quintus untied his purse from his sword belt. He reached in, took out several
coins, inspected them carefully and then threw them on the bed between Candace's
legs. Candace quickly reached down and scooped the coins up.
"Greedy cunt, you're all the same," smirked Quintus reflecting his worldview
of Hebrews, Judea, and whores.
With her other hand, Candace reached out and took Quintus's cock in her hand
and stroked it.
"Again, I'll only charge you half."
"Tempting but the Tribune might cut it off if I'm late and that wouldn't do
either of us any good, this execution is serious business."
"Can't it wait," said Candace continuing to play with Quintus. Candace wanted
to be fucked again.
"No, Pilate wants the execution done by nightfall."
"Who is it?"
"He's called Jesus, the Nazarene, a religious fanatic who claims to be the
Messiah, the son of God, you Hebrews never seem to run out of these lunatics,"
said Quintus as he finished putting on his uniform.
"Will many Roman soldiers be there?"
"Enough to fill that hole of yours many times over, but they'll be busy,
Jesus' followers may get a little rowdy but nothing the First Cohort of the
Tenth Legion can't handle."
"I've never seen a Roman execution."
"It's something Rome is well known for. General Crassus once crucified 6000
slaves along the Via Appia after a slave rebellion. As for the Nazarene, they've
probably been working on him in Pilate's dungeon at the Fortress Antonia. After
that, he's to be whipped publicly. Pilate has invited the leaders of the Hebrews
to watch the scourging. Finally, we'll take him out to that little hill over
the quarry, Golgotha, and crucify him."
"Take me along, I want to see."
"See a crucifixion, it's a painful way to die even for a Jew, what a blood
thirsty little bitch you are, you must have a taste for blood?"
"Please, I'll not charge you next time."
"I could get in trouble with my Tribune, make it worth my risk, say the next
two times."
"Agreed, the next two times."
"All right, whore, hurry, and get your clothes on."
Candace dressed quickly in the revealing costume that was lying on the floor
beside the bed. It was what she normally wore when she was downstairs in the
brothel waiting to be chosen by a customer. It was held together with a simple
clip. That allowed her to get naked and ready to service a customer with a
minimum of delay.
Candace and Quintus walked quickly through alleyways of ancient Jerusalem.
They were strewn with garbage and raw sewerage. The stench was over powering.
Although it was afternoon, the sky was dark like a thunderstorm was approaching.
They traveled through the rough stone city streets for nearly an hour. At last
they reached the entrance of Fortress Antonia. As they approached the gate,
their entry was challenged.
"Who goes there?" asked a Legionnaire.
"Quintus Maximus, cornicularius of the Tenth Legion."
"Who's that with you?" asked the Legionnaire.
"A Hebrew whore, she wants to see the Nazarene crucified."
"No Jews allowed entry tonight other than the bunch that's already inside.
Pilate's too worried about the mob, they want this Jesus' blood," said the
Legionnaire.
"She's just a whore, nothing to be concerned about," said Quintus.
Candace walked up to the Legionnaire guard, took his hand in her and put it
inside her shift on her breast.
"Maybe I'll let her in if she's a good whore, she'll have to prove it first,"
said the Legionnaire squeezing Candace's tit.
"Candace, it looks like you are going to have to fuck your way in," said
Quintus.
"Do I have to do the four of you?" asked Candace.
"Yes, and maybe more of us once your inside, but that's your problem," said
the Legionnaire pushing Candace's shift off her soldier to look at his hand
squeezing her breast. "Look at those breasts, Venus herself would envy a pair of
knockers like that."
"You can play with them while you fuck me," said Candace.
"Make it quick, I'm nearly late," said Quintus.
"I'll do two at a time, I prefer it that way."
"All right, Livius and I will go first, then you too. Keep a sharp eye out for
the Tribune," said the Legionnaire in charge of the other three soldiers.
"What's your name, whore?" asked the Legionnaire.
"Candace."
"Well, Candace, show me how much you want to get inside and see the Nazarene,"
said the Legionnaire as he motioned Candace inside the small guardhouse by the
gate.
Candace walked into the guardroom with two of the Legionnaire's. She dropped
her shift to the floor and knelt down naked between the two soldiers. In a
moment, she had one cock in her mouth and was stroking the other soldier in her
hand. She switched quickly getting both Legionnaires' hard in a matter of
moments.
"She's good, these Jerusalem whores know how to get a man hard," said the
Legionnaire to Quintus who was standing in the guardroom door helping to keep
watch for the Tribune.
"Good as anything in Rome, She's got a nut cracker, puts the pressure on your
cock every time you go in, her mother was a whore and she taught it to the
daughter, I don't think there's a Hebrew woman in all Galilee that's not willing
to sell a piece of her ass if the price is right, " said Quintus.
Candace head the soldier behind her spit on his cock then she grunted as the
Legionnaire mounted her from behind. He roughly stuck a finger in her ass and
twisted it. Romans liked to cause a woman pain when they fucked her. Candace
normally obliged them by reacting as if the pain was greater than it actually
was. She kept the other soldier's cock in her mouth as she pushed herself back
to meet the thrusts of the soldier at her rear.
"She's tight but I've felt tighter, there's a Nubian over near the Temple, now
there's a cunt that can squeeze the wrinkles out of your dick," said the
Legionnaire fucking Candace dog style.
Candace accepted the challenge and focused the muscles of her vaginal walls to
contract on the Legionnaire's next inward thrust.
"Ouch, by Jupiter's balls, she practically pinched my cock off, watch it,
harlot," said the Legionnaire as he landed a powerful slap to the side of
Candace's butt cheek.
"I told you she was tight and strong, hurry up," said Quintus.
The Legionnaire ejaculated into Candace's mouth as the other Legionnaire
climaxed in her vagina. She milked both cocks dry. At Quintus's urging, the
other two guards quickly replaced the two legionnaires. Candace used a dirty rag
off the floor to wipe some of the cum out of her vagina. Candace set to work
once more. It felt good to be a whore and have these rough soldiers dumping
their seed into her body. She sucked one cock hard as she jacked off the other.
"She's good, Quintus Maximus, where did you find her," asked the Legionnaire
whose cock Candace was sucking.
"At a brothel, where else do you find a whore?" answered Quintus.
"And she wants to see one of her people crucified, definitely not a nice girl,
here, swallow a little Roman piss, I hear you Hebrew sluts have a taste for
Legionnaire piss," said the Legionnaire as he squirted a mouthful of urine into
Candace. Candace swallowed it and kept sucking.
"Quit fucking around, screw the whore and let's us go," said Quintus his nose
detecting the smell of fresh urine.
"All right, just a bit of fun, I like the way these local girls don't hesitate
about anything, drink your piss, eat your shit and they love a Roman cock up
their ass."
"Just follow that Roman piss with your Roman cum," said Quintus.
Candace moved a finger to her vagina to wet it. The Legionnaire in her cunt
was thrusting away and seemed to be getting close to an orgasm. But she sensed
the one in her mouth need a little encouragement. Candace reached between his
legs, spread his butt cheeks and slipped the tip of her wet finger into his ass.
"Oh yea, that's right, push your sweet little finger right into my shit hole,
this one knows what's she doing," gasped the Legionnaire.
In a few moments, Candace's body accepted two more loads of Roman sperm. She
got quickly to her feet, pausing briefly to wipe her cunt with a dirty rag. Then
she put her shift back on. Quintus roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her inside
the courtyard of the Fortress Antonia. The four Legionnaires waved goodbye
feeling lucky that an attractive whore had fucked them without making them pay.
"You must want to see this, its not everyday Hebrew whores fuck for nothing,"
said Quintus.
"Only on special occasions and feast days, my mother follows the Nazarene.
She says that he's the Messiah."
"Your mother's a whore too?"
"She was once but now she's quit to follow the one they call Jesus."
"There's no such thing as an ex-whore, you're a whore now and you'll be a
whore tomorrow and the day after that, no matter if you never let another man
touch you, you'll still be a whore."
Candace recognized they were in the courtyard of the fortress. On each corner
were four massive towers. In the center of the courtyard, there was a post and a
man being stripped naked. His hands were chained over his head. There was a
group of about fifty Hebrews citizens of Jerusalem gathered to watch the Romans
punish Jesus of Nazareth. They regarded Jesus as a troublemaker who had usurped
their influence with the people of Judea.
"There's your Messiah," said Quintus.
The Nazarene was being readied by a Legionnaire who was naked to the waist.
Candace wondered what it would be like to be stripped naked and taken out in
front of a large crowd and whipped. By their clothes and jewels, Candace knew
that Jerusalem's religious and political leaders were present. She recognized
several of the high priests who presided over the religious ceremonies at the
temple. They were there with their wives and families to watch this religious
heretic being punished. The Roman Procurator, Pontius Pilate, had agreed to the
execution as a way to consolidate his power and control over Judea.
"Stay here, I have to report to my Tribune," said Quintus hurrying off toward
a group of Roman officers. Candace looked at the naked body of the Nazarene. He
was only about ten feet away. He was leaning with his back against the post with
his hands chained over his head to the top of the thick round stake that the
Romans used for public scourging. He had been beaten. His lips were bleeding and
there were bruises on his legs and abdomen.
She found herself lusting toward his large cock, thinking about what it would
take to make it hard and slip it inside her. It was splattered with sweat and
blood. Her cunt felt empty and hungry as she looked at it. I want to suck his
dick till it's hard as Roman steel then open my hole to it and feel every inch
as it slips inside my cunt. Quintus grabbing her arm interrupted Candace's
reverie.
"This isn't good. My Tribune wants to see you," said Quintus as he roughly
pulled her away.
"What for?" asked Candace.
"I don't ask my officers why. I just follow orders, maybe he wants his cock
sucked, call him Sir when he speaks to you."
Candace found herself face to face with a Roman officer. Quintus saluted and
said, "Tribune, this is Candace, the Hebrew whore."
"I am Marcus Tellius, Tribune of the First Cohort, do you know what that
means, Whore?" asked Marcus.
"No sir," replied Candace realizing that Marcus Tellius looked exactly like
Father Gregory.
"It means that I am second in command of the Tenth Legion, Cesar's least loved
legion that he has sent to this Jewish pig sty to maintain order, Quintus tells
me you convinced him to bring him here, is that correct?"
"Yes sir."
"How many free fucks did you have to offer him?"
"Two sir," replied Candace.
"You can always count on a Roman to think with their dick. If Pilate was here,
he would have you both whipped, how did you get past the gate? I told them to
admit no one."
"I fucked my way past, sir."
"Spoken like a true and honest whore, I hope the guards consider you worth it
after I punish them."
"They will, sir."
"Somehow, I don't doubt it. You must be a follower of this Jesus, they one the
call the King of the Jews."
"No sir, I'm not. My mother is though. I came to see him crucified."
"Maybe you want to fuck him too, He is very well equipped. I noticed some of
the Pharisees' wives licking their lips when he was stripped. What do you think
of his cock?"
"It's very thick and long. He could make a woman think the Son of God was in
her cunt."
"Well put, good, then you won't object to what I have in mind. Pilates and the
Pharisees want Jesus disgraced and humiliated, a public fucking of a man who
called himself the Son of God might satisfy everyone, are you up for it, whore?
"
"Yes sir."
"You're willing to let your own people and the First Cohort of the Tenth
Legion watch you screw this Jesus right here in the open courtyard of the
Fortress Antonia?"
"Yes sir, they can all watch."
"I was told that Hebrew whores had no shame, Quintus, I'm feeling generous,
put this little flower in the cell with the two thieves that are going to join
Jesus on the cross, let them try her out first, if they don't kill her we'll let
her have her wish, I think our crowd of Pharisees will appreciate seeing Jesus,
King of the Jews, Son of God, screwing someone from the brothel, especially when
her quim's full of sperm from thieves."
Quintus saluted and took Candace by the arm and walked her toward the entrance
into the dungeons of the Fortress Antonia.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Candace in a whisper.
"They are going to crucify two common thieves along with the Nazarene. It's a
way of showing how the Romans feel about Jesus being the Son of God. Marcus is
feeling generous so he's giving you to them, He said that if you survive you can
get your other wish," said Quintus as they walked into the dungeon.
"Why wouldn't I survive?"
"One of the thieves broke into the house of a Pharisee one night. He went to
the room of their young daughter, raped her and then he cut her throat, he might
throttle you."
"I'll survive."
"No doubt you will."
Candace and Quintus walked down a dark inclined corridor. Torches hanging from
the walls provided the only light. Candace heard the noise of rats scurrying in
front of them as they descended. Finally they came to the bottom of the incline
and entered a large area.
"Who goes there?" asked a voice from the darkness.
"Quintus Maximus on a mission for Tribune Marcus Tellius, Is that you,
Lucius?"
Candace was able to see a stooped figure in the dim light. He wore only a
loincloth. As he got closer, Candace saw that his body was covered with scars
and he was hunchback. There was a mound of grizzled bony flesh on his back. Most
of his teeth were missing and he smelled of urine and shit.
"Lucius it is, what bring you here and with this lovely one. Has she committed
a crime? Extracting a confession from such a pretty girl would be my pleasure,"
said Lucius as he took Candace's hand.
"No, the Tribune is feeling generous. He's decided to give today's lot a
little entertainment before they go up on the cross. Put her in cell with the
two thieves and let them have some fun with her."
"She's a pretty thing. I might enjoy her too."
"She's a brothel girl, do as you like. But I have to come get her when they've
finished whipping the Nazarene. She's agreed to screw him in the courtyard right
in front of the Pharisees, Marcus Tellius has decided to provide a little public
humiliation for the King of the Jews," said Quintus walking back toward the
dungeon entrance.
Candace put her hand between Lucius's crooked legs and stroked his cock. She
put her arm around his back and ran her fingers over the hump. She pushed her
tongue into his toothless mouth and intertwined it with his tongue. She breathed
in his foul smelling breath and ran her tongue over the decayed stumps of his
teeth.
"Quickly, put me in the cell with the two thieves. I will finish quickly with
them. Then you can enjoy me at your leisure," whispered Candace rubbing both
hands over Lucius's hump.
"Torrance, hurry, get the two thieves into a cell together, we have a gift for
them from the Tribune," screamed Lucius.
Candace saw a large young man dressed in rags come out of the dark. He
scampered to one of the iron cages, opened it and roughly drug out a fat man by
a chain attached to his collar. He opened the barred door of another cell door
and shoved the man inside. There was already a man in that cell. Torrance
entered the cell and removed chains attached to their legs and arms. He used his
whip to drive the men back into the far corner of the cell.
Lucius walked Candace over to the cell door. As she reached the cell, she
unclipped the broach that held her shift on and let it fall to the floor.
Candace felt Lucius's hand on her buttock. Candace walked into the cell naked.
"Complements of the Tribune," said Lucius.
Candace walked up to the taller of the two thieves and embraced him. The
shorter heavier set one started playing with his cock as he ran his hand over
Candace's butt. Both men were filthy and covered with cuts and scabs. There was
a boil on the cheek of the fat thief. It was oozing puss. The taller one was
missing both ears. Most of their teeth were gone and the few that remained were
yellow with black spots. Candace turned and kissed the fat thief as she reached
between his chubby legs and fondled his balls.
"I want you to eat my ass then you can fuck it," said Candace as she pushed
her tongue inside the fat's man mouth. His breath smelled of garbage. Candace
drove her tongue into his mouth feeling the scabs on his lips and the hard
canker sores on his tongue.
Candace forced the taller thief backwards. He lay down on the stone dungeon
floor playing with his cock. Candace straddled his body, sat on his thighs, then
leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth and started to suck it. She felt
the other thief grab each buttock and roughly force them apart. Immediately, she
felt the thief's mouth on her asshole licking and probing its way inside.
Candace grunted when he used his fingers to hold her anus open so he could slip
his tongue inside and lick a complete circle. Candace relaxed her sphincter so
her ass hole was open to his tongue. Once she had relaxed, she felt him place
his lips around her open sphincter and begin a rhythmic sucking. First he would
slip his tongue inside; then he would suck on her hole creating a vacuum inside
her rectum.
The thief with his cock in her mouth had gotten hard so Candace scooted
forward holding his cock in one hand. She used it to part the lips of her cunt
and then push downward forcing the cock head into her cunt. Candace contracted
her abdomen, tightened her vagina and slithered the thief's cock inside her cunt
as far as it would go. He exhaled a low slow breath of pleasure as Candace
contracted her muscles once more and gave a powerful pulse of motion that
radiated along the sides of his cock. Candace leaned forward and downward so her
ass was accessible to the other thief.
"Eat my ass some more, then fuck it," said Candace to the fat thief.
Candace smiled as she felt a cock being positioned at her butt hole. It felt
blunt and large as he wedged himself inside the tight muscle. She relaxed her
sphincter and let the blunt cock enter her rectum.
"That's right. Fuck my ass, thief, take it slow and make it last," whispered
Candace.
The thief underneath her was squeezing her breasts with his hands. His fingers
were pinching and twisting her nipples. He was trying to hurt her. The thief
behind her had begun to shove his cock in and out her asshole.
"Look at her, Torrance, she hasn't been in there for a minute but she's
already got them hard and in her holes," said Lucius from outside the cell.
Candace raised her head and breathed in the dungeon's foul stench. It was a
reeking mixture of filth, urine, and shit that was all pervading. There was also
the smell of fear and suffering. Men and women were held in small cages
scattered throughout the dungeon. On the far wall, a man and woman were
suspended naked far above the ground. They were hanging by their wrists against
the rough stonewall. In the darkness, Candace could see that in place of the
woman's breasts, there were two bloody wounds across her chest.
Candace breathed deeply drawing in the fetid air. Every breath brought the
foul air into your nose and lungs. Candace was becoming aroused as she savored
the aroma of what must be one of the worst places on earth. Both thieves' breath
reeked of the rotting food they were fed. Candace felt power and lust flowing
through her veins.
"Did you kill the little girl?" asked Candace of the thief whose cock she was
ridding up and down on.
"Yes, I slit the little bitch's throat, she kept trying to call for mommy to
come and save her," said the thief.
"Were you still fucking her when you did that?"
"Yes, I fucked her till she was dead, then I fucked her some more. She was
starting to get cold and stiff when I finished."
"How did it feel to have your cock inside her as her blood ran out over her
body?"
"It made me want to cum. I liked it. I'd do it to you if I had a knife. "
"What else would you do to me?"
"I'd cut your nipples off and eat them. Maybe the tip of your nose and your
ears, I'm hungry. I've done that before but they didn't catch me that time."
"How did it taste?"
"They were good, I had more time with her. She was fat. Her husband was away.
I tied her down on a table. First I cut her tongue out and ate that while she
watched. Next I cut one nipple off. I made her watch while I ate that too. I cut
the other one off and gave it to her dog to eat. I took my knife and stuck it up
her cunt and worked it around while she hollered for her husband. Then I stuck
my cock in her bloody hole and fucked her till she died."
"I'm lucky to have your cock inside of me. I can enjoy you as we fuck and you
tell me of the terrible things you've done, I'll think of those things as they
nail you to the cross and my pussy will get wet," said Candace wrapping her
hands around the thief's head and kissing him passionately.
"More than lucky, I'm a thief but you're nothing but a common whore, I'd cut
you up slow, I'd start with your face, you wouldn't be so pretty after I slit
your nose and the corners of your mouth."
"And you've done that before?"
"Yes, to a man and his wife, it was outside Tyre, they were young, coming home
from her parents when my partner and I grabbed them right off the street and
took them to an empty grain warehouse."
"And you had fun with them?"
"Yes, we tied the husband up where he could watch while we got busy with his
wife. My partner, Aaron, he liked to make the husband watch while we cut on his
woman. First we raped her, I did her three times, twice in her ass, and then we
slit her nose from her nostrils to her eyebrows. She was pretty like you and I
wanted to make her ugly. I put my knife in the corner of her mouth and cut her
cheek through all the way to her ears," said the thief as he used his finger to
trace a line from the corner of Candace's mouth back to her ear lobe.
"Imagine how you'd look when I was done with you," said the thief.
Candace leaned down and gave the thief a long lingering kiss as she slowly
raised and lowed her cunt over his hard cock.
"Oh that feels good. And what did you do with these?" asked Candace talking
one of his hands and squeezing her breasts.
"I pulled her little nipples out as far as they would go, just like this. Then
I bit them off. You should have heard her scream. It sounded funny because her
mouth was slit open, not a proper scream at all."
"What else?" asked Candace feeling pleasures that she had never experienced as
she listened to the thief's story. She pictured the horribly mutilated face in
her mind and started to climax.
"Cut the husbands balls off and made her eat one and him the other, then it
was getting late, we slit their throats and left."
"Is this your partner, Aaron?" asked Candace leaning back and turning her head
to kiss the fat man slowly humping her ass.
"No, Aaron's dead, they caught him stealing from the temple in Hebron. They
took him out in the square and stuck a stake up his ass. Then they put it in the
ground with him impaled high up in the air. He didn't die for two days."
"What happened to your ears?" asked Candace as she leaned down to kiss and
lick the scar tissue covering the side of the thief's head.
"Some merchants caught me stealing at the marketplace in Aleppo. Some of them
sat on my back while another sliced them off."
"What would you do to me if you could?" asked Candace
"I'd take my time, make you last, you could take days to die, but I'd cut you
slow, maybe take these off first, so we'd match," said the thief as he touched
Candace's ears.
Candace experienced a powerful orgasm listening to the words of the thief and
feeling his hands touch her ears. The one in her rear was grunting louder and
louder as he neared a climax. He sounded like a pig rutting in the mud as he
pushed into Candace's ass. Finally he dumped a load of sperm in Candace's
rectum. Candace's entire body felt the warm cum slowly seeping into her rectum.
The fat thief rolled off to the side breathing heavily.
Candace kissed the thief again as she rode up and down on his cock. Finally,
he ejaculated into Candace's vagina. Candace felt the warm liquid coat the walls
of her vagina. Her feelings were acute like she was becoming a different species
that had evolved senses far more powerful than normal.
Candace stood up. Lucius and Torrance were standing near the cell door playing
with their cocks.
"Come quickly, pretty one, Quintus may return at any time," said Lucius.
Candace walked to the cell door. Lucius opened it and pulled her over to a
bench.
"Get down on the bench like a dog, Torrance and I want you that way," said
Lucius.
"Let me feel your back first. I've never seen anything so beautiful before,"
said Candace as she wrapped her arms around Lucius and massaged the lumpy mass
on his spine.
"It's so handsome, it's beautiful beyond words to describe. I love the feel of
it. It's hard like bone and its curved and twisted." Candace moaned as she ran
her hands over the hard fleshy mass of bone and cartilage. She was grinding her
cunt against Lucius's leg as her fingers explored the mass of twisted cartilage
covering the hump.
Candace turned Lucius around and rubbed her breasts over the hump. Her nipples
felt like glass as they traced a path across the bony protuberance. Candace
licked and kissed the hump.
"Quintus didn't tell us you were crazy. My hump's ugly," said Lucius.
"Ugly, never, more beautiful than words can describe," said Candace as once
again she kissed and licked it.
"Crazy Jew whore, get down on all fours, Quintus will return any minute," said
Lucius.
Candace got down on her knees and elbows. Lucius used his fingers to open
Candace's vagina and slid his cock inside. He minded not one bit that a large
pool of the thief's cum oozed out onto his own cock. Torrance sat down directly
in front of Candace and placed his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth
and took it in.
"Torrance and I get to fuck everyone they put in our dungeon. Men we fuck in
the ass and we make them suck our cocks. Some don't like that much but we make
them nonetheless. Women we take in all three holes, like we're going to do you."
"This is the prettiest one so far," said Torrance.
"She' pretty but she's still a harlot, you saw the way she fucked those two
thieves," said Lucius.
"She's much prettier than the Thracian," said Torrance.
"Yea, but the Thracian was ours for days, she stabbed a Legionnaire in a
tavern. The Tribune told us to make an example of her."
"Tell me what you did to her as you fuck me," asked Candace removing
Torrance's cock from her mouth to make the request.
"What did we do first? Can you remember Torrance?" asked Lucius.
"We fucked her first, we did her all afternoon, we fucked her ass till it
started to bleed," said Torrance.
"Yes, I know but how we did punish her first? By Jupiter's balls, this one has
a tight cunt; I've never felt anything like it, it feels like your cum is being
sucked right out of your dick, " said Lucius as he pushed his cock in and out of
Candace's cunt.
"Now I remember. Toenails, we did her toenails first," said Torrance.
"That's right, she was a dancer in the tavern, she had pretty little feet and
she had painted her toenails, we pulled the nails off one by one, the Tribune
brought her family and friends here to watch, we kept them in a cell nearby
while we worked on her, her screams echoed off the walls each time Torrance
twisted another one off, They were painted blue, I keep them in a box by my
bed," said Lucius.
"You should have heard her family beg for mercy but she killed a Roman soldier
and that required us to make an example," said Torrance.
"What's next, oh, the feet, we took an iron bar and broke every bone in her
feet and her legs below the knee. Her dancing days were over. Then we picked her
up and tried to make her walk while the family watched, my but she was a
screamer, I kept wanting to cut her tongue out but the Tribune said it was
important that her family and friends listened to her scream. I guess he's
right, you can't make an example unless they hear them scream," said Lucius.
"That's why he's the Tribune and we're down here."
"After that, it was the horse, Torrance, take your cock out of her mouth for a
minute, Candace, look over there to your right, see that jagged piece of iron
jutting out from the column?" asked Lucius.
Candace looked over to see a wedge shaped iron bar that was set in a stone
column. It stood straight out perpendicular from the column about five feet off
the ground.
"I see it, how does it work?" Candace asked then resumed sucking Torrance's
cock.
"Well pretty one if we have time, we'll put you up on it and let you see for
yourself. The Thracian certainly didn't think it was much fun. We chained some
iron weights to what was let of her feet, then we sat her down on the Horse one
leg on each side with her sweet little pussy resting right on the wedge. All her
weight was on her cunt," said Lucius.
"You wouldn't think it wouldn't hurt all that bad but most say there's nothing
worse," said Torrance.
"It's the weight of your own body plus a little iron added by yours truly
pulling you down right on your tender pussy. Sometimes they go insane after an
hour or so on the Horse. There was a Jewess here two months ago. She killed her
own children after she found her husband in bed with her sister. We put her on
the horse for an hour and she was a ravening lunatic when we were done. We had
to cut her tongue out to stop her from screaming."
"But the Thracian stayed there for half a day. Her friends kept offering us
money to kill her. But we're Romans and know the importance of discipline and
making a proper example of anyone who goes against the Roman Army," said Lucius.
"After that, we heated up the old breast ripper, those sharp three prong
pinchers over on the table, to where they were red hot and pulled her tits off.
When the pincher ends are glowing red, you grab the tit in the three prongs,
give it a twist and it comes off like a ripe apple from the tree," said
Torrance.
"Takes some skill and experience to do it right, otherwise you take off the
whole chest and they bleed out and die quickly, but we got just the tits off the
Thracian, she lived another three days," said Lucius.
"After that, we did her hands like her feet, slowly tore off the nails then
broke the bones, she was like a sack of flour after we finished, next we branded
her all over, oh yes, we branded her between the legs, right on the old cunt,
she yelled when we did that, how'd you like that, Candace, Torrance could heat
up an iron in the brazier and we could stick it right on that pretty pussy of
yours, make you jump around a little," said Lucius.
Candace was experiencing one orgasm after another as she listened to the tale
of the two torturers. She gave a powerful contraction of vagina and felt Lucius
release a flow of warm sperm into her pussy.
"Very excellent fuck this one, I can see why they chose her to do the
Nazarene. Come around her Torrance and finish in whatever hole you got a yin
for," said Lucius.
"So how did you finish the Thracian?" asked Candace.
"Tightened a metal strap around her skull until her brain squirted out her
eyeballs. The Tribune made the family sit and watch while Torrance slowly worked
the screw. First she bleeds from the nose, then the mouth and ears. Next her
eyeballs popped out and rested on her cheeks. Finally her brain oozed out her
eye sockets. I doubt anybody from that tavern puts a dagger in a Roman any time
soon," said Lucius.
"Hurry up, Micas has whipped the hide off the Nazarene's back. The Tribune is
ready for Candace to work on him next," said Quintus who had arrived unnoticed
and was watching Torrance slowly fuck Candace from the rear. Candace reached
back between her legs and fondled his balls as she squeezed his cock. Candace
felt Torrance release inside her.
"How was she? She take care of the thieves?" asked Quintus.
"Got quite a talented pussy there, fucked them and the two of us, her cunt
practically draws the jism out of you, why don't you leave her with us for a few
days, we can let her ride the Horse," said Lucius.
"Grab your shift, Candace, the Tribune doesn't like to be kept waiting," said
Quintus ignoring Lucius's remark.
Candace quickly threw her shift back on. She walked beside Quintus up the
stairs toward the open courtyard. Right before they courtyard there was a large
cistern.
"Stop a minute, strip naked," said Quintus.
"Do we have time for a quick one? I thought you said the Tribune was
impatient," said Candace as she removed her shift thinking that Quintus wanted
her again.
Quintus picked her up and threw her in the cistern. It was only three feet
deep and Candace came up sputtering. "What did you do that for?" she demanded.
"Your smell makes me want to puke, wash off, even the King Of The Jews
deserves a fuck from someone who doesn't smell like a Jerusalem sewer."
Candace hurriedly washed off. Then Quintus helped her to step out of the
cistern.
"That's better, I must say I'm surprised, most people would shit themselves at
the mere thought of being inside that dungeon but you act like it was just
another place to fuck."
"It had its merits," said Candace as she quickly redressed.
It was mid afternoon when Quintus and Candace stepped out in the open
courtyard of the Fortress Antonia. Quintus marched Candace over to face the
Tribune.
Chapter 8 - Crucifixion
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"Throw some water on him, the whore's back," Marcus Tellius shouted as Quintus
and Candace arrived. Jesus had been taken down from the whipping post and was
lying on the ground covered in blood. A Legionnaire splashed a full bucket of
water over Jesus. He did the same with a second bucket. Jesus' body shook as the
icy water landed on the open cuts that covered his body. He sputtered and spit
as the pain caused him to writhe in agony.
"Quintus Maximus reporting with the whore, Candace, as ordered, Sir" said
Quintus.
"Did she fuck the two thieves?" asked Marcus.
"Yes sir, and their jailers. "
"Impressive, what did you think of your visit to our dungeon?"
"Interesting men, especially the one with the hump back, Sir"
"Lucius, yes he is one of a kind, I imagine he would love to entertain you for
a while, you wouldn't be so pretty when he was done with you. And he may get his
chance if you fail me with this Jesus. In spite of the fact that they are
Pharisees, Members of the Sanhedrin and high priests of the Temple of David,
they are very anxious to see you defile the Son of God. I hope you didn't wear
that little pussy of your out, down in our dungeon?"
"No, Sir, my pussy is always eager for another fuck, Sir," said Candace.
"I bet it is. Quintus has been telling me you live for cock. Before this is
over, I may test your endurance. But to the matter at hand, whore fucking is not
exactly godly behavior, although I understand Jesus did occasionally dally with
a fat little twat named Mary Magdalene. You know of her?"
"Yes, she worked in our brothel before she became a follower of Jesus. She was
a good whore. Her customers all ways felt they got their money's worth, Sir."
"I've seen her, a little too fat for my taste. Your esteemed religious leaders
agree with me that a good public fucking by a prostitute was just what was
needed to convince the populace that Jesus was not quite the holy man he wanted
everyone to believe. Not really surprising is that they and their wives are
quite enthusiastic about watching you work. Priests, no one has a stiffer dick
than a priest nor a hungrier cunt than a priest's wife."
"I can make him cum, if he's not dead," said Candace.
"Good, He's pretty damaged. You've got your work cut out. I want you to get
him hard with your mouth and fuck him till he drops a load of holy jism into
that well used cunt of yours. Be conscious of the crowd, show them his hard-on,
they want to see what's happening."
"Yes, Sir," replied Candace eager to get started on Jesus.
Candace walked over to the prostrate Jesus. There were maybe thirty or forty
Pharisees with their wives standing only a few feet away. They crowded in closer
as Candace dropped her shift and stood naked in the center of the courtyard.
There were shouts of approval from the ranks of the Cohort standing in formation
nearby.
"That the whore, Quintus brought. He fucks her at the brothel every chance he
gets."
"Look at those tits and ass. Quintus always could pick then."
"Stand fast," barked the Tribune. The soldiers immediately quieted down.
"She's quite beautiful, too beautiful for that scum," said one of the women in
the crowd of Pharisees.
"She works in the brothel near Damascus Gate," said a man in the crowd.
"And how would you know?" demanded a laughing female voice. This was followed
by more laughter.
Jesus was lying on his side moaning. Candace saw that his back was flayed from
the top of his shoulder all the way to his buttocks. You could see muscle where
the whip had removed the skin from the center of his back. The sight of the
bloody exposed flesh aroused her. Candace grabbed Jesus' ankles and pulled them
apart, kneeling down between his legs. That forced Jesus to roll onto his back
causing him to moan in pain as the ripped flesh came in contact with the rough
stone floor of the courtyard.
"Just be still and relax. I'll do all the work," said Candace, "Your father
has sent me as a reward for your sacrifice."
Candace reached forward and took Jesus' cock in her hand. It was long and
thick with smooth sides. Candace noted that it was neatly circumcised. Candace
leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock as she slowly stroked it.
"A blowjob worthy of the Messiah," whispered one of the priests.
Candace's tongue licked gracefully clockwise and then counterclockwise around
the head of the cock. Her fingers played with his balls as she licked his cock
head. She ran her hands up and down his thighs allowing them to rest on his
balls. One hand lifted his balls while the other teased the area below his
scrotum.
"An artist at work, she knows her craft," said a male voice in the crowd.
"Can you imagine doing that in front of all these people, she must have no
sense of shame," said another female voice.
"She's a whore, what do you expect," answered a male voice.
"But she is a Jew and should at least practice her trade inside the brothel,"
argued back the woman.
"Quiet, you women watch and learn, next time you ask yourself why your
husbands visit the whorehouse, you'll know the answer," said a male voice. This
was followed by more laughter.
Candace had wondered whether she could arouse Jesus given his condition but
the twitching of his cock in her hand told her it was going to happen. His cock
was getting firmer. Candace took Jesus' balls in her hand and gave them a gentle
massage. He moaned softly.
"Son of God or not, he likes his nuts played with," said someone in the crowd.
"Who the hell doesn't? She can do me as soon as she finishes with him," asked
another.
Candace leaned forward and gave the cock tip slow licks as she stroked her
hand up and down while working his balls. Candace wet her finger and slowly
traced it across his brown hole. That caused Jesus' cock to jerk to the left.
Candace now took the head in her mouth and covered it in warm drool as she
sucked it into her mouth. After a moment of sucking the head, Candace pushed
further down and took more of the cock in her mouth.
"No one can ignore a Hebrew whore when she had your cock in her mouth and her
finger up your ass," said someone in the crowd.
"Now, that could really raise the dead. Jesus isn't the only one who can
perform miracles."
She tightened her lips around the circumference as she moved her head up and
down. It was getting longer and harder as she sucked. Finally, she moved
downward until the head was just in the opening of her throat. As she breathed
through her nose, she pushed the cock past the opening and into her esophagus.
"Did you see that? His cock is in her throat. I can see it moving up and down
inside her gullet," said a female voice, "I didn't think such a thing was
possible."
"They say the Romans taught the Hebrew prostitutes to do that, The Romans
learned it from the Persians, said another.
"The Persians leaned it from Moses, the Lawgiver," said another voice.
"How does she breathe?" asked a female.
"Through her nose, Look, he's hard as a rock, that whore could truly get a
dead man hard," said someone.
Candace fucked her throat with Jesus' cock for several moments then took it
from her mouth and showed the crowd that Jesus was erect and firm. There was a
loud murmur of approval. Candace examined the cock as she licked it. She saw it
was very large, maybe not the largest she had ever seen but definitely one of
the largest.
"Maybe that's why he's called King of the Jews," said someone. Every one
laughed.
"If the women of Judea knew how big it was, he would have had more followers,"
said another female. There was more laughter.
"Maybe one our wives would like to join the whore and take a ride on that,"
suggested someone.
The largest Candace had ever seen was that of the Nubian slave who lived in
the basement of the brothel. He was kept for customers who preferred men.
Candace had once watched him fuck a fat merchant in the ass. The merchant had
screamed and cried as the Nubian penetrated him over and over again. Later the
merchant had tried to buy the Nubian from the brothel owner.
Candace recalled how it felt for the Nubian to be inside her. Once when
business was slow, the prostitutes had brought the Nubian upstairs and let him
fuck them. Several of the whores could barely walk the next day.
Candace squatted over Jesus' cock, held it firmly in one hand and slowly
guided it into her vagina. She lowered herself until her clit touched his groin.
Candace contracted those special muscles in her female parts causing Jesus to
moan.
"Hear that, the King of the Jews just discovered his cock was in a tight
pussy," whispered someone in the crowd.
Jesus opened his eyes and moaned again. He looked at Candace trying to
recognize her and understand what was happening. He moaned louder and closed his
eyes.
"He's pretending he doesn't know what's going on. I've seen him with that fat
little prostitute named Mary Magdalene, he knows what the inside of a pussy
feels like," said a man at the front of the crowd.
"And an asshole too, the Magdalene, is known for her love of sodomy," said
another.
Candace got her feet under her and started a pattern of rising up then
lowering herself while contracting her vagina on the descent. Jesus started
moaning in response to the pattern. Candace increased the pace as Jesus
responded. She leaned forward and lightly pinched his nipples causing him to
moan. Candace herself was becoming more aroused. She focused on her cunt as
Jesus' cock slid inside. It's length penetrated deep within her body.
"She's good. I may find my way to Damascus Gate," said one of the Pharisees.
Candace watched as Jesus slowly raised one arm and touched her breast. She
took his hand in her and squeezed her nipple with his fingers. Jesus was
breathing faster and faster in rhythm with Candace's pulsating motion.
"That's what I call fucking," said someone in the crowd. Someone in the crowd
started chanting, "fuck him" over and over again. The rest of the crowd joined
in synchronizing the chant with Candace's stroke.
Candace's body became a blur as she sensed that Jesus' climax was near.
Finally, Jesus convulsed his body and screamed "Our Father in Heaven," as his
sperm washed onto the walls of Candace's pussy. Candace unleashed her own climax
and cried out a loud grunt of pleasure that echoed off the four corner towers of
Fortress Antonia.
The crowd applauded. Candace took a moment to recover before she stood up,
letting Jesus' softening cock fall slowly out of her cunt. His cock was wet with
cum and her juices. Candace leaned down and licked the cum off Jesus' softening
cock. She stood up, reached down between her legs and stuck her fingers in her
pussy. Her fingers emerged covered in Jesus' sperm. She held it up for the crowd
to see. There was a loud roar of approval as she licked the sperm off her
fingers
"If he knocked her up, it would be God's grandson," said a richly dressed man
at the front of the crowd.
Quintus walked up to Candace handing her a cup of wine. He had a smile on his
face.
"Half the cohort owes me their next pay. No one thought you could do it, never
bet against the pussy of a Jew whore, especially if her name is Candace," said
Quintus as they walked over to join the Tribune.
"Well done, Candace, you've earned your place at the crucifixion, you've
fucked all three of the men we are going to crucify, somehow that seems right,"
said Marcus Tellius.
The Tribune barked orders and within seconds, the Cohort formed itself for the
march down the Via Delorossa. There were several ranks of legionnaires in front.
Jesus and the two thieves were next. Each had to carry the cross beam that would
be attached to the top of the upright. Next in the formation were the Tribune,
Candace, and Quintus. The rest of the Cohort formed the rear guard. Once the
formation emerged from the fortress crowds of Jesus' followers and enemies met
them. Most watched quietly from the sidelines as they passed. There had been
other crucifixions in Jerusalem since the arrival of the Romans. It was a
fearful and terrible thing, much worse than execution by stoning, the method
used by the Judeans.
Jesus' disciples and family followed along behind the rear guard of the
soldiers. The Pharisees and their wives elected to stay in the fortress and not
face the crowds. Fear of the Romans kept the bystanders orderly. The people of
Jerusalem had seen what the Romans could do when they were confronted. No one
wanted to wind up with a Roman spear or short sword in his or her guts. The
procession squeezed through the crowded streets slowed by the weakened prisoners
having to carry the 80 pound cross beams.
When they reached the place called Golgotha on Calvary Mount, Candace saw the
three large poles sticking straight up from the ground. It was a nasty wind
blown place overlooking an old rock quarry. If someone didn't claim the body of
the executed, it was thrown down in the quarry for the buzzards or the wild
dogs.
The Romans went about the crucifixion in their usual workmanlike fashion. They
had brought ladders that allowed then to quickly connect the cross beams to the
vertical uprights. There were pre-made holes for the bolts.
The fat thief went up first. He must have known how unpleasant death by
crucifixion was because he was crying and begging the Legionnaires to kill him
first. The soldiers ignored him and lifted him right up onto the cross.
"Now why would we do that," responded one of the Legionnaires, "You're being
alive when we nail you to the cross is the whole point of the crucifixion. The
crowd would feel cheated if they didn't get to hear you scream."
Legionnaires on ladders behind the cross beam held the thief's arms out and
tied his wrists to the cross member. Once he was secure, two soldiers on a lower
ladder took his feet and secured then to a small wedge shaped pedestal that
angled out from the bottom of the upright. It gave some support but the angle
was too great to stand on.
Candace stepped closer so she could see. The fat thief was terrified. He kept
pleading with the soldiers to kill him with a sword before they crucified him.
Candace looked up at the man as he begged the soldiers for a more merciful
death. His arms were outstretched and he was trying to get his feet out of the
ropes around his ankles. Someone handed the soldier on the short ladder at his
feet an iron mallet and a spike. Another soldier gripped the foot to keep it
from moving. The soldier positioned the spike at the top of the foot right where
it joined the bottom of the leg and struck the head of the spike a hard blow.
The thief screamed with everything he had in him. It took four strikes of the
mallet to drive the iron spike through the thief's anklebone. Each blow of the
mallet was accompanied by a scream so loud you would think it beyond the
capacity of the fat little thief. Then they hammered a spike into the other
ankle. Next, a soldier climbed up on a tall ladder leaning against the cross
beam and hammered a spike through the wrist bone of the soldier. The other wrist
was similarly nailed then the ropes removed and the fat thief was left fastened
to the cross by four large spikes. He was cursing, screaming, begging the Romans
to kill him.
Candace had reached down between her legs and began to massage her clitoris as
the spikes were hammered into the flesh and bones of the fat thief. She
remembered him plunging his cock in her ass less than an hour ago. His agonized
screams aroused her. Each strike of the steel mallet on the flattened top of the
spike recalled his fat cock plunging into her asshole.
"I've heard there are women who become aroused when they watch a crucifixion.
In Rome at the Circus Maximus, the wives of Senators masturbate while the
gladiators fight. But you are the first Jewess I've ever seen playing with
herself while her countryman go up on the cross," said Quintus.
The second thief was larger and tried to resist but the Romans knew what they
were doing. A non-commissioned officer cracked the thief across the head
momentarily stunning him so they could get him properly bound to the cross with
ropes. Candace sat down on a nearby large rock, pulled her skirt up and began to
slowly stroke herself as each spike was pounded through the second thief's body.
Candace looked at the two naked bodies hanging from the cross. Their cocks were
hanging out semi-hard. If they hadn't been so far off the ground, Candace would
have liked to suck them.
When they lifted Jesus up on the cross, Candace put her hand inside her shift
and twisted a nipple. She was only a few feet away as they readied him for the
crucifixion. He didn't resist and it went quickly. Candace masturbated as her
eyes focused on the point of the spike as the soldier positioned it in Jesus'
ankle. When the first blow was struck and blood spurted over the soldier's hand,
she climaxed. Candace climaxed again on the second blow and kept climaxing as
each blow was struck. When all four spikes were driven through bone and into the
wood, Candace fell back onto the boulder breathing heavily.
"Here, drink this, now I know why you wanted to be here," said Quintus handing
her a cup of wine. Candace lifted the cup to her lips and drank.
"You're going to need that. The Tribune has decided to give you to the
legionnaires who have to stay here and guard the site until these three die.
That's half of the First Cohort. Think you can handle eighty hard Roman dicks,
ten at a time?" asked Quintus.
"Why not? Tell them not to be gentle. Tell them I want them to fuck me to
death," said Candace?
"You may get your wish. I've seen a woman fucked to death by fewer that half a
Cohort. Also, they're pretty worked up about you after they saw you fuck the
Nazarene. They're going to be hard and ready. I have to leave with the Tribune.
I'll drop by this week to collect what you owe me, if you're still alive," said
Quintus turning to leave.
After Quintus and the Tribune had left with half the cohort, Candace found
herself surrounded by ten legionnaires. Someone bought several jugs of wine from
a nearby tavern and sat them on the rocks. One of the soldiers pulled Candace to
her feet and ripped her shift off. They threw their cloaks down on the ground
and pushed Candace to her knees on the pile of coarse wool. Candace found
herself surrounded by soldiers with their cocks out. She grabbed one cock in
each hand and took another in her mouth. That lasted only a moment before she
was pushed on her back. A legionnaire crawled between her legs and pushed his
cock into her cunt.
Candace locked her legs around his rib cage and pulled, drawing his cock deep
inside her.
"Fuck me like you did your Jesus, you Jew slut," said the soldier as he bit
into Candace's breast.
"Give me everything you got, Roman whore fucker, fuck me to death if you're
man enough," yelled Candace as she grabbed the soldier naked buttocks and pulled
them apart."
It was ten quick Roman fucks followed by another ten and then another ten
after that. As soon as one released warm Roman cum in her soaking wet cunt, he
was pulled off and replaced. Candace kept wrapping her legs around each one.
Candace drank wine from a jug as she screwed each soldier. After a while, she
was drunk and lost track of what was happening.
"Fuck me, you Roman scum, fuck me," was something she recalled screaming as
they mounted her time after time.
"At one point, they declared her pussy and asshole too full of cum. A soldier
wrapped the blunt end of his spear in a dirty rag and inserted it in Candace's
vagina. He gave it a hard shove and Candace screamed when the end reached the
deepest point possible.
"Listen to the bitch scream when we swab out her nasty cunt," said a
Legionnaire.
"Go a little deeper, her screams make me hard," said another.
The Legionnaire slammed the blunt end of the spear into Candace's cervix and
then used his fingers to rotate the spear casing the rag to swab the sperm out
of her.
The pain was excruciating as the spear slammed into her cunt. The coarse cloth
felt like it was ripping out her insides as it spun around inside her body.
Candace screamed in pain.
"I don't think she's enjoying herself any longer. Let's clean out her other
hole then fuck her some more."
They turned her over on all fours and slid the rag-covered spear into her
rectum. Candace grimaced and groaned as the spear went deeper inside her bowels
than any male cock had ever been. Candace passed out for a while. When she came
to, a soldier had mounted her and the fucking started again.
She recalled being turned over and fucked in the ass then over again for a
fuck in the cunt. She lost count of the number of cocks who penetrated her. As
the soldiers got drunker it got rougher. Between fucks, they would force her
mouth open and pour wine down her throat.
"She's so fucking drunk she doesn't know what's happening anymore. I know a
way to bring her around," said a Legionnaire as he climbed between her legs and
slipped his cock in her raw and bleeding pussy. He began slapping her face hard
as he fucked her. They were hard stinging slaps that violently forced her head
to one side. Candace sobbed in pain.
Toward the end she was slapped hard several times in the breasts and punched
in the stomach twice. Once when she was on all fours, she was kicked viciously
in the ribs. Another drunken legionnaire placed a foot on her chest, leaned down
and grabbed her breasts and attempted to rip her nipples off. He had strong hard
fingers and he trapped the nipples between his thumb and first fingers and
pulled with all his strength.
Candace screamed then kicked out to land a foot in his groin. He shrieked in
pain and fell. Then he rolled away grabbing his crotch and cursing at Candace.
Hours passed and the fucking went on and on. Candace drank more wine until she
passed out. She awoke when a warn liquid landed on her face. She opened her eyes
then immediately closed them. She was surrounded by drunken legionnaires pissing
on her.
"Open your mouth and swallow, whore," yelled one.
When she didn't respond quickly enough, someone slammed a fist into her
midsection doubling her up in pain.
"I said open your mouth and swallow or we'll cut your tits off," said the same
voice.
Candace heard the sound of a short sword being unsheathed so she opened her
mouth. Immediately several warm streams of piss landed on her face and mouth.
She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of warm piss until she passed out.
Candace woke up when she felt the rain start to pelt down and a large clap of
thunder sounded. It was dark. She looked up at the three crosses but she could
see little in the gloom. Jesus and the two thieves had been dead for hours. She
remembered someone saying they were dead while she was being screwed by the
legionnaires. She tried to get up but a wave of nausea swept over her and she
vomited up a mixture of wine and piss. She held her abdomen and rolled on the
ground puking her guts out then rolling in vomit. Finally, she fell back and
passed out again.
Chapter 9 - Doing The Devil
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Candace opened her eyes. She was lying on her back in the front pew. Her head
was resting in the naked lap of Maria Consuela. Her skirt was pushed up to her
waist and Anna Estelle's head was between her legs slowly licking her clitoris.
"It's almost midnight, prepare yourselves for the arrival of our Master and
his legion, bring forth the devil's whore, Candace Williams, Satan has chosen
her to defile with his glorious seed," announced Father Gregory from the front
of the church.
Candace sat up in the pew. The two novices removed her blouse and skirt. She
was now naked except for her sandals. Candace mentally embraced the eroticism of
being nude in a church in view of several hundred people. The simple fact that
all eyes were on her body and that everyone present was feeling sexual pleasure
at the sight of her body aroused her. Her watch read 11:55. She felt like she
had been out for several hours but she knew it was only a few minutes. Candace
felt overwhelmed by the vision of the Christ's crucifixion that she had become a
part of. The sexual pleasure derived from witnessing nails being driven through
the flesh and bone of the Son of God had not left her body. She felt an
overwhelming desire to couple with every being in the church.
"I was there at Golgotha," thought Candace, "How incredible of the Master to
take me to that very special place and allow me to witness what happened and
even participate as a whore."
Bernice Creswell was standing beside Candace, prepared to lead her to the very
front of the altar. Bernice's hand was extended.
"This way, Candace. We're both about to get the fuck of our lives. I hope my
incubus has a great twisted gnarled cock that rips my insides and leaves me
bleeding. The last time this happened to me I was just sixteen. I can still
close my eyes and remember how it felt for the demon to destroy my virginity
with one quick thrust. And that was only one of Hell's lesser angels."
Satan has chosen you to be his bride tonight and that has got to be the
ultimate fuck of human existence. None of us has ever witnessed Satan taking a
bride. It hasn't been done since the time of Lucretia Borgia. I can only imagine
what that would be like to have the Master's cock in your body, spewing Satan's
own living seed into your whore's cavity. You must tell me about it later.
Hurry, your groom will be here in a minute to impale you on his cock. They say
his seed once passed through his cock will live inside you forever. It will
empower you to become a great Angel of Hell in your own right, at least, that is
what is said," said Bernice.
Candace stood up and took Bernice's hand. Bernice led her past the communion
rail to stand with Father Gregory directly in front of the altar. Anna Estelle
and Maria Consuela followed behind the pair to the altar rail where they stood
naked, kissing and running their hands over each other's body. The fingers of
both novices worked in and out of the other's cunt as they chanted in Latin for
the Master to come and fuck them. Bernice talked to Candace as they waited in
front of Father Gregory.
"The vision that Satan gave me tonight was awesome. I was in a dungeon with my
ex husband, his new wife, and her two children by her first marriage. I was
their torturer. I pulled her teeth out one by one, sorry, no Novocain. Leila
was his dental hygienist before he divorced me and married her. When I was done,
there was no need for her to floss ever. I made her eat my pussy with her bloody
gums. Then I pissed down her throat. After that, I made her straddle a sharp
wedge of steel that rested all her weight on that sweet little pussy she used to
fuck my husband in his dental chair. I put weights on her ankles that pulled her
cunt onto the wedge. While she screamed and begged like the pathetic whore she
is, I fucked Ernie in the ass with a spiked strap on cock. I shredded the walls
of my ex-husband's bowels and his blood and shit splattered on the dungeon
floor. His cowardly screams were as loud as hers. They were both babbling
lunatics when I done. Then I went to work on her two little boys while she
watched. How was your vision?" asked Bernice
"Beyond anything I could ever imagine. The Master arranged for me to fuck
Christ and the two thieves before they were crucified," said Candace.
"You are the chosen one. I can see that now," said Bernice
When Candace passed the communion rail, she saw that a large pentangle had
been painted in blood on the white marble floor. There were candles burning at
each point of the pentangle.
"The time is upon us. Lie down in the center of the pentangle and spread your
legs, whore of Satan," instructed Father Gregory.
Candace quickly dropped to her knees and then onto her back. Candace felt a
searing blast of hot air pass through the church.
"Prepare yourself whore," said Father Gregory.
Candace reached down and rubbed her clitoris and stuck two fingers in her
vagina. Candace sensed the hunger in her vagina. The walls of her pussy squeezed
her fingers when she twisted inside her slippery hole.
"I am wet and I crave the Master's cock," replied Candace.
In a matter of seconds, the lights in the cathedral extinguished. The huge
doors burst open and there was a loud roar as a wind blew into the church. It
was so hot Candace wondered how anyone could breathe. The congregation began to
chant.
"Hail Lucifer."
"Hail Satan."
"Hail Mephistopheles."
"I am thy servant, oh Magnificent One."
"I await thy cock oh Angels of the damned."
Candace was lying on her back when she heard the noise of many feet running on
the marble floors of the church. She watched as a powerful dark form snatched
Bernice off her feet and carried her upward to a high perch above the altar.
Candace tried to see what had taken Bernice. It was man like but not a man. It
looked much taller and stronger. Bernice screamed as the creature entered her
while it was holding her erect. Candace watched as Bernice her arms and legs
around the demon and in one swift motion impaled her deeper as she screamed a
curse against God.
"God in Heaven, watch this Catholic girl fuck an Angel from Hell. Does it make
your holy dick hard? Would you like to fuck me too? I till have two holes for
your holy cock. Join us in our debauchery if thou dares."
Candace saw Anna Estelle grabbed and bent over the communion rail as a smaller
creature covered her. The creature brutally kicked Anna Estelle's legs wide
apart and forced a twisted and curved cock into her vagina. There was no
foreplay just a sadistic rape. Anna Estelle let out an ear-piercing scream as
his large cock slammed into her cunt.
In the poor light, Candace caught a glimpse of a huge cock impaling Maria
Consuela. The church was filled with moans and cries of passion as demon
creatures took the women and impaled them on their cocks. Father Malcolm was on
his back and a massive cock was inserted in his ass. His own cock was inside a
succubus and his mouth was sucking the cock of another demon.
Candace watched as some form of demon bent Connie Barker double and slid his
cock into her asshole. Candace heard Connie saying over and over again.
"In my ass, fuck me spawn of Hell, in my ass, rip me open and dump hot cum in
my bowels."
Candace had been so busy trying to see what was happening around her that she
failed to notice until the last minute the enormous creature that was standing
between her spread legs. It was much larger than the other creatures. It had an
enormous dog like head but the body looked more human. It was covered with stiff
black fur that was tipped red. Loops of saliva hung from its lips of a long
wolf's snout. Candace watched as a snake-like split tongue slithered out between
the lips. The creature snarled and Candace saw hideous canine teeth glimmer in
the darkness.
In an instant, the snout was between her legs licking her clitoris. The long
tongue slithered into her vagina and probed her cunt. Its saliva burned as it
touched her flesh. Candace felt her ankles grabbed in two great taloned hands
and her butt elevated from the marble floor. Candace felt the long pointed snout
force its way past her anal ring. Satan's drool poured into her anus. He shoved
more of his snout up her ass then Candace felt the snake's tongue slither up her
bowels gliding into her intestines. She felt the tip of the tongue slice through
partially formed turds as it passed ever deeper, stirring and mixing her gastric
filth.
Candace sensed the tongue slowly retracting from her bowels. Satan moved his
gigantic clawed hands to the tops of Candace's shoulders and raised himself to
where he looked directly into her eyes. The beauty of Satan's eyes overcame
Candace. Fiery red pupils tinged with yellow flames stared directly into
Candace's soul. Love of Satan became the very essence of Candace Williams when
she looked into those eyes. That one look caused Candace to dedicate her total
being to Satan's service.
"I will be your demon here on earth, I will avenge your fall from heaven,"
whispered Candace.
Candace opened her mouth as Satan's tongue curled out of his mouth. Satan's
tongue held the large round turd he had molded and extracted from Candace's
bowels. Candace forced her mouth open as wide as possible as the excrement
coated organ slowly slid between her lips depositing a thick coat of shit on
whatever it touched. She felt the round turd being deposited on her tongue then
exalted in the moment that Satan's tongue twirled and mashed her own shit
throughout her mouth.
In less than an instant, Satan reversed his body and Candace found herself
staring directly into the asshole of the devil. She raised her head and kissed
the devil's hole, licking and sucking on his hairy anus. Candace recalled how
ancient stores spoke of the "devil's kiss" that all who served the Master were
required to perform to demonstrate their subservience to the Master.
Her lips felt his anal ring expand as Satan's turd appeared at the opening.
Even in the darkness, Candace could see the wisps of smoke that accompanied its
appearance. Candace reveled in the smell and taste of Lucifer's shit as the turd
slowly entered her mouth joining and mixing with the turd that Satan had drawn
from her bowels. Candace chewed and mixed the two shits together with her teeth
and tongue.
In another instant, Candace saw that Satan's cock head was at her lips. She
opened her mouth and covered his piss hole as a stream of dark yellow urine
flowed into her mouth mixing with their two shits. There was a taste of sulfur
and brimstone mixed with an incredibly strong flavor of human urine. Candace's
tongue and teeth created slurry of urine and shit that she greedily gulped down.
"Take me, Satan, make me your bride," screamed Candace spreading her legs
wider. She placed the heels of her sandaled feet against the floor and pushed
upward, desperate in her attempt to offer herself to Lucifer.
Satan lurched forward and Candace felt a hard knob-shaped cock head shove open
her pussy. It was made like a dog's cock that came out of its sheath covered in
slime. Candace pushed her body upward to get more of Satan's cock inside her.
"In me, fuck me, put it in me, I must have it," screamed Candace.
Satan obliged by arching his back and pushing his cock into her. As he did, he
let out a roar that was deafening. Candace face and breasts were covered in warm
spittle. Satan's breath was like superheated air as it flowed into Candace
nostrils. His tongue slithered from his lips and Candace raised her head to suck
it between her own lips as she wrapped her arms around his monstrous body and
hugged his rough chest to her naked breasts.
Candace felt white heat sear the walls of her vagina as Satan's cock passed
deeper into her vagina. It felt like someone had poured molten lead inside her
cunt, feeling every crevice. Once inside it spread through her body as a
terrible searing blaze. Candace screamed at the top of her lungs as every inch
of her body began to burn. It felt as if the heat was white-hot and would
consume her.
Candace felt the creature's breath and it was hot as the tip of a welding
torch. She inhaled Satan's breath through her nostrils; felt her lungs sear from
the heat then blew the still hot breath past her lips. The creature grabbed her
breast in its teeth and bit down driving the long jagged canines deep into the
flesh. Blood rushed out over her chest and abdomen. Then the creature bit down
on the other breast and drew blood. Candace kissed the crimson stained lips
tasting her own blood. Satan raised his head and howled again with such force
that Candace though she would be deaf.
Candace reached her long arms around the creature and felt the bone and
cartilage of Satan's hump back. She rubbed her hands across it, feeling each
twisted ridge and curve; then clutched it as she pulled Satan further into her.
She locked her ankles behind his back and strained to take his cock deeper into
her body. Pain and pleasure combined into one. Satan moved his body to thrust
into Candace. His motion increased apace until Candace felt herself carried
onward on a giant bow wave of lust. Satan was grunting faster and faster until
finally he reached a crescendo and released a flood of fiery hot liquid inside
Candace's vagina.
Candace understood that a hundred million tiny demon Angels had been expelled
into her vagina just as God had expelled Satan and his host from heaven.
Candace lay still, holding Satan in her arms, stroking his humpback, as she
felt his sperm start to course through her entire body. Her body began to twitch
then jerk then go into spasms. Satan's sperm instantly permeated through the
walls of her vagina into her blood stream. She felt them reach into the
extremities of her arms and legs. Her fingers and toes tingled with the
sensation of demoniac sperm coursing through every path of her body. Candace
could clearly feel it move through each of the four chambers of her heart and
into the tiny capillaries of her lungs. Next it surged into her skull and she
felt it swell along the cortex of her brain into the medulla oblongata. Candace
sensed every one of the millions of tiny movements as they flowed through each
vein and artery of her body. Finally they rushed out of her brain and down
through her spine then traveled along the nerves to her extremities. Candace
knew that if she lived a thousand years she would never sense such pleasure or
power again.
Candace screamed and blacked out.
When Candace came too, Anna Estelle and Maria Consuela were helping her to her
feet. Their thighs were covered in blood. Bernice was nearby moaning and lying
prostate on the marble floor covered in shit, blood and urine. Her rectum was
open and some type of yellow fluid was slowing oozing out onto the marble floor.
Candace looked over to see Sister Agatha being helped to her feet by the novice.
The Reverend Mother's pussy was gaped open and there was a dark black fluid
oozing down her legs.
Most of the participants were moaning silently, bleeding from their orifices
and covered in filth. Father Malcolm was lying still, barely breathing. His
mouth held a giant turd that pointed toward the ceiling. Candace could see that
he was attempting to chew and swallow it.
Father Gregory came over and spoke to Candace.
"All has been made clear to you. The Master has been waiting two thousand
years for this. Your and his time has at last arrived."
Chapter 10 - New Beginnings
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"The Congress of the United States?" asked Dan with a look of disbelief on his
face. He and Candace were in the master bedroom of their house. It was Sunday
night and Candace was unpacking her overnight case from the Retreat. She had
just made an announcement.
"Of course, what did you think I meant?" asked Candace.
"I thought, maybe, you meant the state legislature."
"No, I intend to run for the US House of Representatives for the 12th District
for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I intend to win by the way."
"But Candace, you've never run for anything, don't most politicians start with
jobs like City Councilman, Mayor, or something small and then go to the state
legislature then Congress."
"George Bush's first elective office was Governor of Texas. Working my way up
from the bottom would take forever and is quite unnecessary. Mike Harrington is
the Democratic Representative from our district. He's been in office 22 years.
He has no opposition in either the primary or the general election. I'll run as
a Democrat, beat him in the primary and run unopposed in the November election.
I've got six months to put together a winning campaign."
"But the reason, Harrington runs unopposed is that he's so popular and well
known. He has name recognition. His father was a congressman before him."
"I know all that. I'm going to have to work hard to beat him."
"Why settle for Congress? Why not run for Senator?"
"There's not a Senate race for another four years. More importantly, I'm
twenty-seven and the Senate requires you to be thirty. I don't want to wait that
long."
"Did you all drink some bad sacramental wine at the retreat? This sounds
crazy. You've never run for anything, running for Congress takes people,
organization and money. Where are you going to get the money? We're doing all
right but it can take hundreds of thousands of dollars to win a Congressional
seat."
"Dan, I know all that too. Raising money, getting a campaign organized, that's
my responsibility. You'll have to make some campaign appearances, appear along
Briana in television commercials showing our 'happy family', and that's about it
as far as your time is concerned. Can't you be supportive?"
"I am supportive just being a realist. It'll be very disruptive to our home
life. Who'll take care of Briana while you're out campaigning?"
"That's already arranged. Two of the novices from the Monastery of St. Therese
will be living with us while I'm campaigning. We have plenty of room. One of
them will be here at all times to take care of Briana and the house and even you
for that matter."
"Great, two more nuns around the house all the time. I'll become celibate and
join the priesthood."
"Don't worry, they'll accommodate you. They've very pretty young women, Maria
Consuela's is 19 and Anna Estelle's 18. They'll be fun. They're become uncertain
of their vocation and Sister Agatha thought it would be a good idea if they
experienced family life before making a commitment to forsake it for all time."
"Frankly, having two attractive young women will make my sex life, rather lack
of sex life, more difficult. While I like the way you've been dressing lately,
it makes it even more difficult to live with the level of intimacy we maintain."
"You're right and I come to a new way of thinking about the way I've been
handling the intimate side of our marriage. There was a very informative
workshop whose topic was "Sex in Today's Catholic Marriage. I realize I've been
neglecting your needs. I've changed my attitude about sexual intimacy."
"Whoa, maybe I better sit down, you're going to run for Congress and allow me
to have sex with you more than once a month. Somebody pinch me I must be
dreaming. That must have been some retreat."
"It was. Thanks to some extraordinary counseling by Father Gregory I come to
see that I've been wrong about many things, including sex. I decided to make
some changes that I think will make you very happy. Things I learned there I
intend to put into practice immediately. I was looking forward to having
intercourse every minute of the drive home," said Candace as she stood up,
walked over to Dan, pushed him backward into a chair and straddled his lap. She
was wearing a mid thigh white cotton skirt and a red top. As she sat down,
Candace pulled the top off over her head and threw it on a nearby chair. She was
braless.
"Are you sure extra-terrestrials didn't kidnap the real Candace and substitute
an alien?" aid Dan totally unaccustomed to his wife barring her breasts to him
and acting in a sexually aggressive manner.
"That's exactly what happened. Now this alien life form wants her nipples
sucked. Are you up for that, earth man?"
"Briana could walk in any minute."
"So, what we're doing is perfectly natural. I don't think there's anything
wrong with her watching."
"But she's only five," protested Dan.
"Well, if we lock the door, it'll make her think we're doing something wrong,
you want to suck them, don't you Dan, don't you think they're pretty, look
they're nice and hard, put your mouth on them," said Candace as she reached down
and stroked Dan's penis through his trousers.
"Sure, all right, if you say its' all right, you're the Mother that's read
every child rearing book in the library." Dan didn't really think it was all
right but the fact that Candace was pushing her lovely breasts into his face
inclined him to agree with anything.
Candace leaned her body toward Dan and he took one of her nipples in his mouth
and kissed it. Candace moaned then pulled Dan's head up and gave him a long deep
tongue kiss.
"Whew, you learn that in the workshop?"
"No, I learned it on my home planet of Zed-316. You guessed right. I'm an
alien. Here, let me show you something else that the girls of Zed-316 excel at,"
said Candace as she moved to where she as kneeling between Dan's legs. She
unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his hardening cock out of the
opening of his boxer shorts.
"What are you doing?"
"Something you've asked the earthling Candace to do before and she refused.
The Zed-316 Candace is going to give you an interplanetary blowjob that will
make you feel you're blasting into orbit. All of the feminine gender on my
planet love to suck cock and yours is so big and hard; I can't wait to wrap my
tongue around it. "
"Really, this is really happening."
"Just close your eyes, lay back and relax, enjoy it, think about the decision
you're going to have to make in a minute," said Candace as she began to lick
around the head of Dan's peter.
"What decision? God that's good," moaned Dan.
"Whether to finish in my mouth or my pussy? Or we could even do anal. By the
way, henceforth my backdoor is always open to you. Anytime you want to push my
shit, just let me know."
"You mean actually cum in your mouth?" asked Dan watching Candace as she
sucked his cock. Her tongue was making long swirling licks that seemed to wrap
all the way around his cock. Then she stroked him with her hand as she took his
balls in her mouth and gently sucked each one.
"I'm going to love sucking your nuts. I'll swallow every drop if you ejaculate
in my mouth. Is that a drop of pre-cum. Yes, oh, that's good. You sperm taste so
good. Times up and since you didn't decide. I will. You're going to have to let
me swallow it. Now throw your legs over the chair arms," said Candace as she
pulled Dan's trousers off.
"Why," asked Dan?
"So I can play with your asshole, silly, Zed-316 is known as the anal planet.
You want me to tickle that cute little brown hole of yours, don't you?" giggled
Candace.
Dan moved his legs until they hung off the chair arms. As soon as he did, he
felt a wet finger slowly probing his asshole. He remembered he had spent a long
hot day working in the yard; he wasn't all that clean.
"Maybe I should take a shower before you do that?"
"Why, I like the taste of your shit," said Candace as she looked up into Dan's
eyes, pulled her brown stained finger out of his asshole and licked it clean.
Candace returned to sucking his cock as she worked her finger into his rectum.
She began to take all of it into her mouth.
Dan leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "She just licked my shit off
her fingers. This is definitely an alien from the planet Zed-316 she just
mentioned. The Candace Williams I married would die before her mouth came
anywhere near my shitty asshole. God can she suck cock? Where did she learn to
do that? It couldn't have been on the retreat."
Candace's mouth on his cock was relaxing him physically to where he felt like
he was going to melt. But mentally, he was totally perplexed. He wasn't sure
what had happened to his wife. He found it disconcerting in every way. But for
the moment, he was just going to relax and close his eyes and let matters
proceed.
"Momma, what are you and daddy doing?" interrupted Briana.
Dan jumped as he realized Briana had come into the room and was standing a
foot away. He had been too distracted to notice her arrival. "I knew this was
too good to last," thought Dan. Dan was so embarrassed he closed his eyes,
refusing to look at his daughter.
"I'm giving Daddy a blowjob," said Candace calmly taking Dan's cock out of her
mouth but continuing to stroke it.
"Last week, Candace would have found the idea of Briana watching us having sex
completely unacceptable. Unacceptable is putting it mildly. Horrifying would be
more accurate. Now, She perfectly happy to let her watch me getting a blowjob,"
thought Dan.
"You're putting his thing in your mouth?" asked Briana
"Momma sure is, it's called a penis, Briana. Daddy has a very pretty one and
its get nice and hard when Momma puts it in her mouth."
"How does it taste?" asked Briana
"It taste wonderful."
"Can I taste it?" asked Briana
"No, sweetie, this is just for Momma to do with Daddy."
"Can I watch?" asked Briana
"If you can sit quietly on the bed and not make a sound."
Dan heard Briana climb up on the bed and sit down. Candace returned to sucking
his cock. He relaxed once again as Candace's lips formed a tight band around his
dick and proceeded downward from the head to the very base and then pushed
further to force his cock head into her throat opening. Another determined shove
and his cock slipped into Candace's throat. Dan listened to her breath rushing
in and out her nose as Candace worked on the top, bottom, and sides of his prick
with her esophagus.
"I love to feel your cock in my throat," said Candace pulling her mouth off
his cock.
"It's great. Where did you learn to do that?"
"PS 116 on Zed-316. They teach it to the girls in grammar school."
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed the back of Candace's
head and forced himself inside her gullet as far as it would go and exploded. He
ejaculated several large spurts of semen. Candace swallowed every drop then
carefully licked his cock clean.
"That was delicious," said Candace.
When Dan opened his eyes, he realized that Briana had moved off the bed and
was standing right by her mother when he climaxed.
"Is Daddy okay?" asked Briana sounding slightly worried.
"I hope he's just fine, how you doing, Daddy?"
"Terrific, that was unbelievable," said Dan. Dan stood up and hurried off to
the bathroom to wash up.
When Dan returned, he went into the kitchen to find Candace and Briana fixing
dinner. Candace was still topless. She hadn't put her shirt back on after she
gave him a blowjob.
"They have a topless cooking workshop at the retreat?" asked Dan.
"No, I forgot to put my top back off after I sucked your cock. But I think all
of us need to be less uptight about our bodies. In the future, I don't plan to
walk around in my own home covered up all the time like I'm ashamed of my body."
"Sounds great but I wonder what your two novices will think."
"They can learn not to feel ashamed of themselves also. You'll enjoy that.
They both have terrific figures, especially Maria Consuela. She's from
Guatemala. She has beautiful almond shaped eyes and skin like milk chocolate.
Her breasts are small and the nipples are dark almost black. Anna Estelle is
just the opposite. She's very fair with red hair and green eyes. Anna Estelle's
breasts are as large as mine and she has the tinniest little pink nipples.
They're quite the contrast and it's very erotic to see them together naked."
"And how do you know about their bodies? Last time I saw a Carmelite novice,
they were covered from head to toe."
"We showered together this morning."
"I thought you had your own room and a private bath at St. Therese." Dan was
having trouble coming to grips with the idea of Candace willing to shower with
other women. Candace always showered at home after going to the health club near
their home. Having her own private bath was not an option as far as Candace was
concerned, it was a requirement.
"I did. But they slept in my room."
"Together, the three of you in the same bed,"
"Yes, after Mass last night, we all tumbled into bed together and slept till
noon. That's why I'm late getting back."
Later toward bedtime, Dan lay in bed while Candace brushed her teeth in the
bathroom. He thought about the changes in his wife. "I don't know what amazes me
more. She gave me the most incredible blowjob or she did it while Briana
watched. It was the first time, she's ever done that; yet, she performed like
Penny Eagleton, the girl in my high school who used to suck off the foot ball
team if we won. No, she was a lot better than Penny Eagleton. How can Candace be
so good at oral sex if she's never done it before? Could she have been sucking
other guys off all these years? No, that's got to be wrong."
"Still, it's a hell of a departure. The last time I suggested oral sex, she
didn't speak to me for two weeks. The part where she didn't mind Briana watching
was truly bizarre. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with my five year old watching
me screw her mother."
"Candace is planning to run for Congress and has arranged for two novices to
live with us to help with the house. She seems very serious and determined about
the election. I think it's absurd. She hasn't a chance. I'll be supportive. I
owe her that."
"Next, she informs me that we are all going to walk around naked even with two
novices living with us. And, she admits to sleeping with the two young women
last night. Was it conceivable they had lesbian sex with one another? Candace
always spoke of lesbian sex as the worst possible offence against God."
"But all in all I'd have to say that the part about running for Congress is
the most outlandish. Candace is smart as they come. Let's face it. She's a
genius. But she's shy and she's never spoken before an audience. She knows
nothing about politics. I just hope she doesn't make a fool of herself and get
hurt. As for the rest of it, I've been praying every day for the last six years
that my sex life would take a turn for the better. Thank you Jesus for answering
my prayers."
Candace came out of the bathroom wearing a short silk robe which she removed
as she came to the side of the bed. She was naked underneath the robe. Candace
turned out the light as she lay down beside Dan. She reached down and took his
balls in her hand and gently fondled them.
"I have a number of thing I need to say about our sex life," said Candace.
"You were great this afternoon. You made me very happy. Sex was the one
problem in an otherwise perfect marriage. You know how much I love you. I'm just
hoping that you enjoyed it as much as I did," replied Dan as he put his hand on
Candace's breast and rubbed a finger across her nipple.
"I enjoyed the hell out of it. What an idiot I was. All this time I could have
been sucking your cock and swallowing your wonderful sperm. I was a very foolish
wife. I just want to apologize for the past six years where I acted like a
goody- two-shoes that made a point of providing infrequent and bad sex. I'm
going to make it up to you starting tonight. And don't take to mean that I just
going to do it more often. I plan to be creative and respond to all those
wonderful little fantasies that dance around in your head. I'm going to work
hard to give you the best sex life of any man in America," said Candace as she
leaned over and sucked on Dan's nipple.
"Now, what do you know about my fantasies," asked Dan as he responded by
sucking on Candace's nipple.
"For starters, I've read where all boys fantasize about fucking their mother,"
said Candace.
"I guess that's true."
" I've seen pictures of your Mom when she was in her thirties. She was very
pretty. Danielle had you when she was twenty-three and in grad school. So when
she was thirty seven, you were a horny fourteen year old."
"I used to jerk off a dozen times a day, shit, that must be an exaggeration
but it seemed like it was that often. And yes, Mom was a looker. All my friends
used to tell me what a hot looking mom I had."
"Did you ever see her naked?"
"A couple of times and of course I had some pictures Dad made of her on their
honeymoon that I found hidden and forgotten in the attic."
"You never told me about any pictures."
"The old Candace would have called me a pervert."
"You're right, sorry. Tell me about the pictures."
"They went to Jamaica and rented a bungalow with a private pool for two weeks.
He made about fifty pictures of her lying around the pool sunbathing in the
nude. There was also a number of Dad. My old man was pretty well hung."
"Something he passed onto his son," said Candace taking Dan's cock in her hand
and stroking it. I'll have to thank him next time I see him. So you looked at
your Mom's nude pictures and jerked off."
"Sure did, got jism on a couple of them, had to clean it off."
"Did you ever take a pair of her dirty panties out of the hamper and smell
them while you masturbated?"
"Did that too, almost got caught once. I was on my bed, her pants on my face,
the crotch covering my nostrils and pounding my meat when she started to open my
door. Fortunately, she was carrying a laundry basket of clean clothes that
slowed her down. I was able to cover up and throw her panties under the bed."
"Did you ever see them fuck?"
"This conversation is giving me a hard on," said Dan realizing his pecker was
standing straight up.
"Good, so what did you see?"
"Actually heard is more accurate."
"One of their bedroom windows opened on the deck. In the summer when it was
mild and they didn't have the air conditioning on, I used to sneak out the
backdoor and hide right under their window. I'd listen and jerk off. Mom was
pretty verbal and loud. Dad just grunted."
"How was Danielle verbal?"
"You know how Mom was very straight, never spoke a profanity?"
"Yes."
"Well, when Dad had his meat in her hole, she loved to speak filth, real
raunchy street whore stuff. It used to get Dad and me so hot, we'd cum like Old
Faithful."
"So are you up for a little sexual role play tonight. I said I wanted to make
your sex life interesting."
"What do you want to do?"
"Here in the dark, you can think of me as your Mom. I feel like talking real
dirty. I hope you don't mind. Most men are aroused when their Mother talks like
a street whore. Here, put these on your face," said Candace reaching over to
hand Dan a pair of panties.
"They smell great, very ripe," said Dan.
"I wore them on the long drive home this afternoon. I played with myself and
got them very wet in the crotch. Feel how stiff the crotch is with my dried
juice. If you like, you can pretend that I'm your Mother and we're fucking. You
can put the crotch in your mouth and suck on it as you Mother fucks you."
"Oh God, that does sound hot. It certainly would be different and yes, Mom,
talk as dirty as you want, it'll turn me on," said Dan starting to get more
excited as he recalled how much he wanted to see his Mom on her back, legs
spread, taking his teen age cock in her pussy.
"Does that feel good, Danny, do you like Momma rubbing her hot, wet pussy all
over your prick? You make Mom so fucking hot my cunt feels like it's going to
melt, Danielle wants to keep rubbing herself on her baby boy's hard dick?" said
Candace as she rubbed her clitoris back and forth across his cock.
"Yes, oh God yes, Momma, just don't tell Daddy I fucked you."
"Don't worry, if Daddy does find out, he won't mind. He'll want to watch you
and I do it or he may want to join us. You know Daddy might even want to
cornhole you while you fuck me. Daddy likes to cornhole little boys."
"Oh Momma, you're making me so fucking hot, rubbing your pussy over my cock."
"I think Momma can tell you like it. Let's just take your big dick out and
see." Candace untied his pajama bottoms and pulled them down and off. Dan was
now as naked as Candace. Candace put her hand around Dan's semi-hard cock and
began stroking it. Candace bent her head down and took it in her mouth and
sucked it till it was rock hard.
"You don't mind Momma giving you two blowjobs in the same day, do you?"
"Momma can suck me ten times a day and I won't complain."
"I just can't get enough of having your cock in my mouth. Your pre-cum is so
sweet. I love the taste."
"You suck cock so well, Momma. You're a natural."
"A natural horny slut Mother who's going to reward you for sticking by me for
all those years when I was making myself unavailable. If I'm not here and you're
horny, you can stick this in the novices. They'll love it. They're both whore
wantabes who can't wait to get a prick inside their cunts. You can fuck them
anytime you want to. You don't have to be nice about it. Just tell the young
whores to bend over and grab their ankles while you shove it in whatever hole
you choose. Sometimes the four of us will do a group grope, I want you to watch
me eat pussy and suck ass, would you like that?"
"Yes, I'd love it, Momma. You're such a whore. I bet Daddy loves to fuck you."
"You Daddy and I screw all the time. I'm looking forward to seeing you fuck
Anna Estelle and Maria Consuela. You can get hard watching Momma muff dive and
the three of us fuck like horny dykes. I bought a strap on to fuck them with.
You can use it on us if you want. Do you want to shove a strap on in Momma's
pussy and see how far it goes?"
"Yea, Momma."
As soon as his cock was hard, Candace straddled Dan and easily slipped it
inside her pussy then lowered her body until Dan had fully penetrated her.
"Oh, God damn, that went in nice," said Dan recalling how Candace used to be
dry and he had to use a lubricant. But this time, she was already wet and he
felt his peter slide inside her tight warm cunt. Dan was sucking and chewing on
the crusted crotch of Candace's panty.
"I've really been looking forward to getting your cock inside Momma's hot
twat. I hope you don't mind but I want your prick deep in my pussy hole
tonight," said Candace. She contracted her vaginal walls and gripped Dan's cock.
"Oh that feels good, Momma, wow, where did you learn to do that?"
"Momma did a little hooking before she married your dad. It's something we
prostitutes do with our Johns. It's called a 'nutcracker" on the street. How
does this feel? Just imagine Momma's a crack whore desperate enough to do
anything for enough cash to buy a speed ball," asked Candace as she clamped down
on Dan's cock and rode it up and down.
"You're going to make me cum."
"Good, I'll get you hard again and you can fuck me in the ass. Momma wants
your hard dick in her shit hole. You up for taking a stroll down the Hershey
Highway?"
"Such language for a girl who attended parochial schools."
"Does my talking dirty turn you on?"
"Yes, it makes me hot, you're unbelievable," said Dan recalling the many times
Candace had walked out of movies because the actors were using profanities.
"You're making me hot, too. Hot enough to want to be gang banged by a bunch of
sadistic bikers. Would you like to watch a dozen, dirty tattooed outlaw
motorcyclists fuck your Mother in all three of her holes? They'd slap me around
and make me drink their piss and eat one of their turds. After cum is oozing out
of all my filthy holes you climb on and add your spunk to all the other loads."
"Oh fuck yea, I've always fantasized about you screwing a whole bunch of guys.
I push my cock in your pussy and it's overflowing with jism."
"You're a nasty boy, wanting to see your own Momma get gang banged and eat her
cream pie. How about a three way? Would a three way turn you on? How about
another woman to sit on your face while I ride your cock? You could have a nice
wet snatch dripping pussy juice in your mouth while I ride your pony."
"That would be so fucking hot. I'd love it."
"We could do lots of different things. I know someone who's interested who
goes to St. Marks. She told me she wanted your cock and would let you do
anything to her you wanted."
"Really, who?"
"Bernice Creswell"
"The one who goes to St. Marks? I did her husband's taxes before I went to
work at Raytheon."
"He's her ex husband now. Bernice told me at lunch that she wants your big
prick and she'll take it anyway she can get it, her mouth, cunt or ass, you can
name it. She's yours for the asking. Do you want her?"
"If it's okay with you, yes I do."
"I'll set it up with Bernice. She knows a lot of people in the BDSM lifestyle.
You might want to try that."
"Yea, whipping some cunt until she bleeds, I'd like that."
"I'll see that you get to do just that. Momma's boy has a nasty streak. I like
that. Consider it done, now I want you to fill my cunt with your spunk."
Dan laid there while Candace fucked him to a climax. Dan realized what
incredible control she possessed when she had her orgasm one instant after he
had his.
After her cunt had milked the last drop of sperm out of his dick, Candace lay
down beside him and started using her hand to get him hard again. Something that
Dan wasn't sure was possible but in a short amount of time, he was hard again
and she was sucking his cock.
"You promised me an ass fuck, you want to suck on Momma's shit hole first?"
said Candace.
"Yes, I've always wanted us eat your asshole."
"Good, I feel like having my shitter tongue fucked."
Candace got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks. As Dan started licking her
brown hole, he realized he was eagerly doing something that not only had he
never done before but that he had previously considered beyond his own personal
limits. Analingus had been off his scope but now he wanted it. It was all too
crazy but he didn't possess the will to resist.
Had Candace meant it when she offered him Bernice Creswell and in a three way
with herself? Or was it just dirty talk? While Bernice was not in Candace's
class when it came to looks, she was sexy with large breasts that Dan had
fantasized getting his hands and mouth on. Now, according to Candace it was all
set up. He was going to fuck Bernice Creswell and in the ass too. And Candace
would join in. Bernice would introduce him to the BDSM lifestyle. He had always
wanted to do that. All Dan's wishes and desires were coming true at once. It was
too much to process.
But there was one thought that Dan was able to process. Dan knew that he was
no longer in control. He would do whatever Candace wanted. At some point,
Candace had shifted the power equation and assumed control over him. He would do
her bidding.
Dan leaned toward and probed his tongue into Candace's asshole. It opened
slightly at his touch and he pushed his tongue into Candace's rectum.
"Oh that's good, I didn't think I could put my tongue up your asshole but I
did and its' wonderful," said Dan as he licked and sucked Candace's hole. It had
opened slightly so he could get his tongue further inside.
"That's right, Danny, tongue fuck your Mother's shitter and I'll do yours,"
whispered Candace as they changed into a sixty-nine position. Dan immediately
felt Candace's tongue worn its way into his rectum.
After mutual ass sucking, they changed positions with Candace on all fours.
Dan shoved his cock into Candace's asshole and felt her anal ring grasp the
sides of his cock and give a powerful squeeze.
"That's it, shit eater, ram it up Momma's dirty hole and keep on ramming."
Dan thrust in and out as hard as he could. Somewhere during that afternoon and
night of sex, he came to understand that there was no need to be gentle. He
could be brutal. He could twist and bite. He could angle his cock into the walls
of Candace's vagina trying to hurt her and she would love it. Even scarier was
that he sensed she was physically much stronger than him.
Candace was 5'10" and 120 pounds. Dan was 6'2" and 210 pounds but several
times during that night she had easily moved him around like he was almost
weightless. I think she could throw me through that wall if she wanted to. Hell
maybe she is from Zed-316.
Since it was his third fuck in a few hours, it took a good many hard strokes
before Dan ejaculated in Candace's asshole and collapsed on the bed. He went to
sleep almost instantly. Right before he dozed off, he thought to himself that
this was the first time in six years of marriage; he was going to sleep
completely satisfied.
Chapter 11 - Recruiting Support
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"You're not here to try out as a dancer? Why not? From what I can see, honey,
you got the body for it, take your clothes off and let's see the goods, " said
Brady Summers, owner of a chain of six gentlemen clubs located in the greater
Boston area. Gentlemen club was a polite term for a nude strip joint. Brady was
also president of the New England Pagans, the most violent and criminal
motorcycle club in the region.
Brady had a reputation as a ruthless businessman and gang leader who didn't
hesitate to mix his two vocations. Pagans worked as bouncers and security in his
clubs. If a dancer or her boyfriend got out of line, there were always Pagans
around who didn't mind beating the living shit out of anyone that Brady had a
problem with.
Candace had only gotten by the club's bouncer because he assumed that the
attractive well-dressed female was applying for a job as one of the performers.
She had looked a little too classy for the gentlemen's club circuit but still
why else would a beautiful woman want to see Brady Summers.
Candace was seated in Brady's office area at the back of the Cabaret Lounge, a
nude dance club north of Boston.
"No, I'm not a dancer. As I said, my name is Mrs. Candace Williams. I've
entered the race to represent this district in the US Congress. I'm asking for
your support in the upcoming election." Candace was dressed in the power suit
she had chosen to wear throughout the election. It was to be her signature
apparel that she would wear constantly throughout the campaign. There were four
identical versions of the suit hanging in her closet. It was a navy pinstripe
with a white silk blouse. Candace had several different lengths of the skirt.
She had chosen the shortest skirt when deciding what to wear to the club. Brady
hadn't bothered to hide his attempt to look up her skirt when she had first sat
down.
"You've got dancer's legs, hike your skirt up, lady and show me your pins,"
said Brady sensing that he felt a little anxious about the woman sitting across
his desk. Brady wasn't a man normally given to worrying about anything but he
felt his level of anxiety slowly building the minute Candace Williams sat down.
"Honey, I'd listen to Brady. You got a much better chance of making it as a
dancer. Women who look like you can make a lot more money showing your bush to
Brady's customers than running for office, " said Rhonda Powers.
Rhonda was seated nearby and was known to be both the brains and surprisingly
the serious muscle of the local Pagan club. Rhonda was Brady's business partner
and the President in her own right of a lesbian biker gang, the Amazons. The
Amazons were affiliated with the Pagans and its members were considered equally
if not more violent.
Candace found herself attracted to the tall, well-built Amazon President.
Besides Rhonda and Brady there were eight other men in the large office. They
were all dressed in the expected Pagan look, motorcycle boots, greasy blue jeans
and leather vests over Harley Davidson tee shirts. Four of the Pagans were
playing nine ball on a nearby pool table. The other four were watching the Red
Sox game on television at the small bar located against the far wall. They
weren't paying much attention to Candace's conversation with Brady and Rhonda.
They had given her the once over when she walked in. They knew that if she
wanted to dance nude, she would have to strip for Brady and they would get a
good look at her body. And if she really needed the job, they would get to gang
bang her. Making prospective dancers pull a train was a perk of working for
Brady.
They'd exchanged looks when Candace arrived. Several of them had grabbed
their crotch signaling their expectations. They figured inside of thirty
minutes, the blonde would be down on the floor with her legs spread wide. Each
of them would be taking a turn with her. They were relaxed about it. Things
usually went your way when you were a Pagan. There was no need to get worked up
about what was going to happen regardless.
The club proper was in the front of the building and you could faintly hear
the music being piped in from a speaker mounted next to the ceiling. It was
early, not quite noon and the place nearly empty. A bored stripper was
exhibiting the opening and closing her asshole to the amusement of three
customers seated near the stage.
"You could clear two maybe three thousand a week. Of course, if you do extra
work, you get more money," said Brady.
"By extra work, you mean prostitution," said Candace.
"We refer to it as being an escort, we could put you with some of our classier
customers, most of the time they just want a blowjob, I bet you'd be good at
sucking cock, maybe you'd like to show me and the guys your oral talents," said
Rhonda thinking that Candace with her wholesome good looks would appeal to
certain customers put off by what they normally found in a strip club. It
wouldn't be the first time, that a suburban wife faced with a husband out of
work and bills she couldn't pay had wondered into one of the clubs ready to do
whatever it took to make the mortgage.
"Look if you got financial problems, I'm offering you a way to solve them. I
assume you already know how to suck cock. Some of the other dancers can teach
you how to use the brass pole and lap dance. I'm talking some real money here,"
said Brady.
"As attractive as that sounds, I'm here for another reason. I'm asking for
your support in my campaign. I need immediate help in getting 10,000 registered
voters to sign my application to the election committee. That's a priority by
the way. The deadline is in five weeks. I need campaign finance money, lots of
it. Let's say $10,000 a week to get started, going up to $20,000 when I start my
television campaign. And I'll need Amazons and the Pagans to handle certain
special jobs and provide my day-to-day security. I'll get into that later as I
get my campaign organized."
"Lady, are you for real? Ten grand a week, then twenty, I run a nightclub
here. I'm not into politics. I happen to know Mike Harrington and there's not a
snowball's chance in hell that you're going to beat him," said Brady.
"I'm going to win and you're going to provide everything I ask for. After
that, you'll have a friend in the US Congress. Anyone involved in drugs and
prostitution needs friends among elected officials. The Pagans income in drugs
and prostitution far exceeds $20,000 a week. Think of it as an investment."
"Look, I like your nerve coming here. You're showing a lot of balls. What are
you anyway, somebody's secretary?"
"I am a housewife, married one child. I went to law school and passed the bar
but I never practiced. I'm squeaky clean, all part of my wholesome image,"
responded Candace.
"I'll give you a grand toward your campaign," said Brady starting to write a
check.
"If you're not writing that for $10,000, you going to have to write another,"
said Candace.
"Enough already, I have listened to enough of this bullshit. I beginning to
think this is another one of those stunts like that stupid sorority cunt tried
to play last month. Let's give her the same treatment," said Rhonda getting up
from her chair and advancing toward Candace.
Candace remained seated and didn't move. Brady thought that was odd. Rhonda
Powers scared most people, especially women shitless. Rhonda was the
quintessential lesbian; the kind that made women shudder and men worry. For
reasons he couldn't fathom, Brady didn't want Rhonda to get nasty.
"Hold it, back off, Rhonda, and stay cool. I'll handle this. I don't need any
more trouble with the law," said Brady standing up in an attempt to control
Rhonda.
"There wasn't any trouble with the law last time. The little sorority slut
kept her mouth shut," said Rhonda.
"Listen, Rhonda, you need to understand something. I'm running for Congress.
You're going to help with manpower and money. And I'm not some college girl to
be intimidated by a muscle bound diesel dyke," said Candace in a calm voice.
"You don't know what Rhonda and the boys did to her. It wasn't pretty." Brady
was astounded that Candace seemed so unfazed by Rhonda and was talking to her
that way. Brady and Rhonda had been in business for nearly ten years. He'd seen
what happened when Rhonda lost her temper.
"You tell me what you did to the girl and I'll tell you whether I'm worried,"
said Candace.
"Honey, the last person that called me a dyke spent six months in rehab.
Brady, show her the videotape. We filmed it so we could show cunts like you what
happens when someone thinks they can fuck around with us. It's an object lesson
on video. After you watch it, we'll see how fast you run out the door."
"Candace, or Mrs. Williams, you're out of your league here. I don't want to
see someone as pretty as you messed up. Just go back to your nice home in the
burbs and forget it," said Brady surprising himself by his unwillingness to get
physical. There was something about Candace Williams that worried him. Normally,
he would have thrown her out on her ass after letting Rhonda and the boys have
some fun with her.
Hell, she was attractive enough that he wouldn't have minded getting a piece
himself especially if she was a little bloody and blubbering for them to leave
her alone. Brady preferred it when the girl's lips were bleeding and she was
begging the Pagans not to hurt her anymore. The best part came when the female
said it was all right for them to fuck her just don't cause her any more pain.
Brady loved that kind of submission when a female learned that avoiding pain was
a higher priority than letting a dozen Pagans invade her body with their cocks.
"Go ahead and fuck me, just don't hit me anymore," were some of Brady's
favorite words.
That was the best part of being a Pagan. Seeing the fear and disgust in their
eyes as you forced your cock into a vacant hole was what it was all about. Brady
thought the biggest turn on in the world was to take a woman down a few pegs,
especially one like Candace Williams, someone who appeared confident and
self-assured.
Many women like Candace had left Brady's office with their self-esteem
dramatically lowered. But somehow, this Williams slut was different and Brady
wasn't feeling his usual confident self about how matters would play out.
She scares me, why the fuck should I be scared? I'm the President of the New
England Pagans and one bad ass motherfucker. She's only a fucking cunt housewife
thought Brady. Still, there's something there I can't put my finger on.
"Brady, show me the videotape, we need to get on with this. I have another
appointment," said Candace.
"I don't think that's necessary. Last month, one of the sororities at UMASS
decided to dress up some of their pledges as Girl Scouts and send them around to
sell cookies in bars and dives. It was an initiation thing. One of them came
here to the office. She got a little snotty when we didn't think it was all that
funny. It was like we were low life shits and she was a princess. I think she
was a little coked up. You know how these sorority girls love nose candy.
Anyway, she called Rhonda certain names that Rhonda didn't like so we decided to
teach her a lesson. Rhonda was pissed. The boys and I were a little drunk. It
kind of got out of hand. You don't need to see all that. Why don't you just
leave before things get out of control?"
"So far, I'm not concerned in the least, show me what you did to her. I might
find it a turn on."
"God damn, Brady, what's gotten into you? She wants to party. Show her the
fucking tape. After that if she doesn't get her ass out of here, I going to give
her exactly what I did to that little sorority cunt," yelled Rhonda, her
exasperation growing.
"All right, all right, don't say I didn't warn you," said Brady taking a
videocassette out of his desk and sliding it into a VCR/television unit behind
his desk.
"I keep this video setup here to view demo tapes sent by dancers applying for
work," said Brady wondering why he was explaining this to Candace. He sensed
that Candace was somehow able to control him. Brady fought against an urge to
write her a check for $10,000 and send her on her way.
If Rhonda hadn't been there, I'd have written the check and sent her on her
way thought Brady waiting for the video to start. But that's crazy. Why would I
give her that much money?
After several flickers, the video started. From the background, Candace could
tell the video was shot in the office where she was seated. Candace had noticed
a camcorder mounted on a tripod when she walked into the office.
The first scene was of a very pretty blonde coed facing directly toward the
camera. She was wearing a dress that approximated a girl scout uniform. It was
the right color and it even buttoned down the front like the traditional Girl
Scout uniform. It was kind of short, hitting her about mid thigh. There was a
sash from her shoulder to her waist covered with what appeared to be merit
badges. She was wearing brown oxford tie shoes. A dark green beret with the Girl
Scout crest was bobby pinned to her blonde head. Her arms were being held
straight out by two of the Pagans. There was a bruise on her cheek. She looked
scared out of her mind.
"State your name and who sent you and why," said an off camera voice that
Candace recognized as Brady's.
"Stacy Hoyt, I was sent by the Phi Mu Sorority, Kappa Delta Chapter, as part
of my pledge initiation. I was supposed to take an order for cookies. Please, I
didn't mean anything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Miss Powers that I called you those
names. That was wrong of me. I didn't mean any disrespect. Please don't hurt
me."
"Too late for apologies. Troy, Roger, get Stacy ready to party," said the same
off camera voice.
Candace watched as a Pagan stepped up to the girl and ripped the front of her
dress open. Buttons came flying toward the camera. Stacy started pleading for
them to stop. After the dress was off, they ripped off her bra and panties. The
Pagan that unhooked her bra from the back reached around and squeezed her
breasts hard, holding them out for the others. Two other Pagans leaned in and
grabbed a nipple in their teeth and pulled it straight out. You could see from
the way their jaws were set that they were biting down hard. Stacy let out a cry
of pain. When the Pagans let her nipples go, Stacy grabbed her breasts and tried
to rub away the pain of the bite marks.
"I love to chew titty," said one of the Pagans who had bitten Stacy's breasts.
"Nice tits, good slender figure, gorgeous blonde hair, and a sweet little
butterfly tattoo above her shaved vagina. It would have been fun to be there,"
thought Candace feeling a definite itch between her legs.
Once again, the two Pagans held Stacy toward the camera. Stacy was naked
except for the beret and the tie shoes. She was crying. There were bloody teeth
marks on both breasts. Candace suspected Stacy was going to regret pledging Phi
Mu.
"Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to be disrespectful," whined Stacy.
"Sure honey, we won't hurt you. Now let me demonstrate how an Amazon reacts
where a snot nose college girl calls her a diesel dyke," said a voice off camera
that Candace recognized as Rhonda Powers.
Candace watched as the girl's arms were let go and the camera drew back.
Rhonda appeared on screen dressed exactly as she was today, very short jeans
shorts, motorcycle boots, and a leather vest. Rhonda's heavily tattooed body
towered over the girl. Rhonda was well over six feet and had the physique of a
competitive body builder that she in fact had been until recently.
Rhonda was much taller and stronger looking than any of the Pagan men
present. In spite of all the muscle and height, Rhonda was quite pretty. She
reminded Candace of one of those women who accompanied wrestlers on television.
Candace recalled one named "Chynha" who resembled Rhonda in a general fashion.
On the screen, Stacy was backing up, crying and begging Rhonda not to hurt her.
"Look I'm really sorry, Ms. Powers. I didn't mean it. I like lesbians I've
even done some lesbian things with my sorority sisters. I'll do you if you like,
just don't hurt me," said Stacy.
"Oh, you going to do me and everyone else here, sorority girl, we're going to
rape you until you bleed. But first, I'm going to remake that pretty face of
yours. It's going to be a while before anyone asks you for a date," hissed
Rhonda moving toward the cowering girl.
At that moment, Rhonda jumped forward and slammed a fist into Stacy's stomach.
The fist buried itself in Stacy's abdomen. Candace pictured Stacy's diaphragm
doing a major reverse and her lungs expelling their contents in one great
whoosh. Stacy bent over grabbing her belly. You could tell all the wind had
been knocked out of her. Stacy opened her mouth to scream but there was no air
to vibrate her voice box. Stacy stayed bent double and retched. Some stomach
bile came up and spilled on to her breasts. Rhonda grabbed a fistful of blonde
hair and jerked her upright. Rhonda was quick as lightening with her fists. She
landed a jab directly on Stacy's eye. That spun Stacy around and sent her down
to the floor. Stacy got on all fours and begin crawling for the door, looking
around for a means to escape. Her eye was bleeding from a cut over the brow.
Stacy screamed again as Rhonda grabbed her once more by the hair, pulled her
to her feet and slammed another fist into Stacy's nose flattening it. Blood
flowed out of both nostrils spilling down onto Stacy's breasts. Rhonda used one
arm to grip Stacy by the throat as she backed her against a wall. With the other
arm, she landed two vicious short punches to the girl's breasts. The camera
caught the breast being flattened as the knuckles of Rhonda's fist only stopped
when they reached Stacy's chest bones. Stacy shrieked and grabbed her tits as
she dropped to the floor. The camera showed Stacy curled up in the fetal
position begging Rhonda to stop.
"Anything, you all can do anything you want with me, go ahead and fuck me,
just don't hurt me anymore," said Stacy down on the floor holding her breasts.
"We're a long way from stopping," said Rhonda as she delivered a kick to
Stacy's ribs that sent the girl rolling on the floor holding her side and
screaming. Candace thought she heard the sound of ribs cracking when Rhonda's
boot made contact.
Candace assumed Brady's was soundproof. Otherwise the girl's loud screams
would have been heard. Once again, Rhonda pulled Stacy to her feet using her
blonde hair as a handle. This was followed by a couple of vicious right crosses
to Stacy's mouth. Candace saw several small white objects fly out of Stacy's
mouth and across the room.
"She's knocking her teeth out," thought Candace, "God, she's vicious. I've
got to fuck her," said Candace having to exercise some self-control to not pull
up her skirt and masturbate.
Rhonda grabbed Stacy in a full nelson and pointed her face toward the camera.
The close up showed that one of her eyes was already swollen shut with a nasty
gash above the eyebrow. The other eye was puffy and turning black. Stacy's nose
was flattened and bent to one side. Her upper and lower lips were badly split
and her mouth was oozing blood. There were gaps in the front of her teeth.
"She's not so pretty now, is she? You wouldn't think a hard up diesel dyke
like me would be interested in doing a little rug munching with someone whose
face is this fucked up. But I've decided to give you a break," announced Rhonda
to the camera.
After the close up, Rhonda drug Stacy over to the bar using her ear as a
handle. She easily lifted her naked body right up on top of the counter. She
rolled Stacy on her back. Rhonda got up on the bar standing astride the naked,
bleeding Stacy that lying on her back between Rhonda's feet.
"Pussy eating time, sorority girl," said Rhonda unfastening her shorts,
dropping them down her legs and kicking then off a leg at a time. Rhonda knelt
down with her shaved cunt directly over Stacy's face.
"You better get to licking my cunt, show me some of those dyke things you do
with your sorority sisters," said Rhonda.
The camera moved in for a close up of Stacy's bloody tongue licking Rhonda's
clitoris. Rhonda's clit was quickly covered with blood from Stacy's mouth.
"You can do better than that, Stacy. I got a set of bolt cutters in my truck.
If you don't make me cum in five minutes, I' m going to go get them and start
cutting off some toes and fingers," said Rhonda.
The camera focused on Stacy's mouth working on Rhonda's pussy. Stacy's mouth
was working hard to keep her digits intact.
"Show me some true love. Lick my asshole," said Rhonda as she positioned her
butt hole over Stacy's mouth.
"That's right, tongue that shit hole, said Rhonda getting turned on by Stacy's
oral ministrations.
A close up revealed the tip of Stacy's tongue was darting a good two inches
inside Rhonda's rectum. After a few minutes, Rhonda moved back to where Stacy
was eating her pussy.
"Oh yea, this girl knows how to eat pussy, she's a dyke too and we got the
pictures to prove it," proclaimed Rhonda to the camera. You could tell Rhonda
was becoming more and more aroused because she started ridding Stacy's face
faster and faster until at last Rhonda climaxed.
"That was pretty good, I hope it was better for you than taking an order for
some of those mint chocolate chip cookies, you were passing around," laughed
Rhonda as she got off Stacy. Rhonda slowly climbed off the bar. Then she pulled
Stacy to where she standing on the ground leaning forward onto the bar top.
"Please let me go now, I ate you out, don't hurt me anymore," begged Stacy.
"The party's just getting started. You haven't even been fucked yet. Give me a
hand, Troy, Roger."
One of the Pagans stepped forward and held Stacy from behind. He grabbed her
wrists and pulled her arms straight out behind her back. He put his boot in the
center of her back and pulled her arms back to where it looked like Stacy's
shoulders were dislocated. The effect was to push Stacy's breasts straight out.
"Put her boobs straight out across the bar, Roger, use your pliers," said
Rhonda.
Stacy was standing belly against the bar. They forced her to lean over to
where her boobs rested on the wood countertop. Another Pagan stepped behind the
bar with Rhonda. He had a pair of needle nose pliers in his hand. He grabbed one
of Stacy's nipples in the pliers and pulled her breast out as far as it would
go. Rhonda grabbed a Makita electric nail gun hidden behind the bar and held it
up in front of Stacy's face.
"Know what this is, sorority girl?" asked Rhonda.
Candace leaned forward intent of watching the television screen. Candace
sensed that her pussy was soaked and lubrication was slowly oozing out of her
vagina. God I wish I had been there with Rhonda thought Candace. I have to make
Rhonda part of my team.
"Oh my God, what are you going to do with that?" cried Stacy.
"I'm going to nail your tits to the bar. In future years, you'll be able to
say I used to have beautiful breasts but I insulted an Amazon and she made them
ugly. Hold her still, Roger," said Rhonda.
She used the gun's guide to flatten Stacy's breast down against the wooden
surface and then fired three four-inch nails through Stacy's breast nailing her
to the top of the bar.
When the first nail went in, Stacy started screaming. She kept screaming as
they used the gun to nail her other breast.
"Here this'll shut her up," said an off camera voice as an arm reached in to
hand Rhonda Stacy's panties.
"How'd they get so wet?" asked Rhonda stuffing the panties in Stacy's mouth.
Stacy's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out. Troy released her arms
and she hung there by her breasts. Stacy would have fallen to the floor but the
nails in her tits held up upright. The camera caught the full effect of Stacy
hanging there by the breasts. It also focused in on the yellow stained panties
stuffed between Stacy's bloody lips.
"I pissed on them. More fun if she's sucking pee-pee while we fuck her," said
the Pagan.
"These guys have some imagination. They won't mind if I jerk off while I watch
the rest," thought Candace as she adjusted her position to allow her skirt to be
moved up several inches. Candace hooked a fingernail into her pantyhose tearing
them open at her vagina. Candace moved her thong panty crotch to one side as her
fingers moved some of her juice up from her vagina opening to her clit. Candace
suppressed a moan as her forefinger traced a small circle around her engorged
clit. Rhonda and Brady were too distracted watching the small screen to notice
Candace masturbating on the other side of the desk. Several of the Pagans at the
pool table did notice and gave each other surprised looks.
On screen, Rhonda filled a beer pitcher with ice then water from behind the
bar. She also filled a glass with ice water and took a long drink. She slowly
stirred the pitcher then dumped half of it on Stacy's head. Stacy sputtered
awake as the ice cold water covered her head.
"Hey, you're with us. Think any man will ever take a second look at you after
he sees all those nail holes in your boobs? You are going to have one ugly
scarred-up set of tits. Hope you weren't planning to nurse your babies, scare
the little bastards to death."
Stacy panicked when she saw the nails in her breasts. She tired to pull away
from the bar but the nails held her in place. It was obvious from the look in
her eyes that the pain of the nails in her tits was more than Stacy could
stand."
"Did you know that the wire nail is an American invention?" asked Rhonda who
waited a moment for an answer. Stacy tried to mumble something but her panties
were stuffed in her mouth.
"Well, guess you're not learning shit in college, here's the penalty for not
knowing." Rhonda pressed the trigger to fire six more nails through each breast.
Stacy screamed into the urine soaked panties but didn't pass out this time. Her
feet did a little dance of pain as her mind and body tried to cope with the
agony wracking her body.
"We keep this nail gun ready and loaded. It's very handy for making your point
with someone who's trying to give you some shit. Just last week, we had a
customer get drunk and punch one of the dancers, blackened her eyes. Poor Kay
couldn't work for three days. We brought the prick back here and nailed his
balls and dick to the bar. Then we got out our belts and whipped his ass for
being a worthless shithead. A couple of the guys fucked him in the ass just to
make sure he learned his lesson. I don't think he's going to act out again. I
bet you don't either," said Rhonda to the sobbing Stacy.
Candace found herself getting wetter as she watched Rhonda work on the college
girl. She's a real sadist. I definitely need someone like her thought
Candace.
The camera came around to the other side of the bar to capture a close up of
Stacy's ruined face and the sight of her breasts firmly nailed into the wood.
Her tits were slowly oozing blood out of the ten nail holes. The girl looked to
be in total agony.
"Ever pull a train?" asked Rhonda.
Stacy shook her head No.
"Well, there are nine Pagans here and they're going to fuck you. So after
today, you can answer that question in the affirmative. Are you going first,
Brady?"
"Yes, let me lube her up a little, most college girls never been butt fucked,"
said Brady as he stepped in the picture holding a large plastic bottle of Probe.
Brady squirted some of the contents on Stacy's ass then slowly worked it into
her asshole.
"Even been fucked in the ass?" asked Rhonda.
Stacy desperately shook her head No. A muffled sound of sheer misery came
from Stacy's mouth as Brady worked several fingers into Stacy's rectum. They did
a camera close up of Brady sticking one, two, three, and then four fingers in
the girl's ass. He held her anus open while another Pagan squirted Probe
directly into the open hole.
Brady kept four fingers in Stacy's ass hole as he slid his cock into her
pussy. Brady fucked Stacy's vagina for a while all the time working his fingers
into her rectum.
"She's loosened up now. Time to ride the Hershey Highway," announced Brady as
he replaced his fingers with his erect cock. There were more muffled protests
from Stacy as Brady held Stacy's hips and slammed his cock as far as it would go
up Stacy's ass. Stacy screeched in pain managing to make a respectable amount of
noise even with her piss soaked panty in her mouth.
Brady was rough on Stacy. He began rhythmically slapping her buttocks until
they were bright red. Candace could tell he was purposefully jerking on her body
forcing her breasts to pull against the nails. Stacy was attempting to hang on
to the bar to prevent the nails from being ripped out of her boobs. The
cameraman went around behind the bar to focus on Stacy's face and breasts. You
could see the nail holes getting wider as Stacy rocked back and forth. After
Brady ejaculated, the rest of the eight Pagans rapped her pussy and ass.
Several screwed her multiple times. Someone had edited the video to only capture
the Pagans dropping their load. Several of the Pagans climbed up on the bar and
ejaculated on Stacy's face and bloody, nail-studded breasts.
When they were done, both of Stacy's holes were wide open and the camera went
in for a close up. Someone with a sense of humor produced a flashlight and they
used that to illuminate Stacy's wide-open apertures. There was a trickle of
blood seeping out of Stacy's asshole.
"Stacy, you're going to have to wear a Depends until your asshole heals up,"
said Rhonda to Stacy who looked uncomprehendingly back.
Rhonda came back into the picture covering her hand with shortening from a
large commercial size can of Crisco. She spoke to the camera.
"Stacy, you said she liked lesbian things and there's nothing more dyke that
being fist fucked."
"Don't do that. I'm already hurting down there. You'll kill me," whined Stacy
who had somehow managed to spit out her panty gag.
"Don't worry if you die, we know a guy with a crematorium who'll dispose of
the body. Where do you want the urn sent?" laughed Rhonda.
"Don't kill me. I don't want to die," said Stacy.
"You won't die. You can handle this, you'll just have a lot wider pussy and
ass when I'm done," said Rhonda holding up a latex covered fist covered in
Crisco. Like everything else about Rhonda, her fist was huge. Stacy took one
look at Rhonda's fist and started to tremble.
"When I'm done, there won't be a cock at UMASS you can't handle in either
hole," said Rhonda working a handful of Crisco into Stacy's cunt.
Rhonda packed Stacy's cunt with Crisco then slowly pushed her large hand
inside
Stacy's pussy. Rhonda twisted her arm as she moved it forward. She pushed her
arm inside Stacy's birth canal until Rhonda's elbow was right outside Stacy's
vaginal opening.
Stacy started screaming again. The camera watched as a Pagan grabbed Stacy's
panties off the bar, took them over to the trash can and pissed all over them.
When he came back to Stacy, she refused to open her mouth. The Pagan calmly
closed off her nostrils with his fingers. When she was forced to open her mouth
to breathe, the pagan hawked a large gob of spit into Stacy's mouth then stuffed
the urine soaked panty inside her mouth. Rhonda had worked her hand deep inside
Stacy's vagina. Rhonda's hands were larger than most men's. Candace could only
imagine how Stacy must have felt to have something that large inside her vagina.
"Now, I'm going to make a fist and widen your birth canal. I bet your first
baby just falls out. Oh God, I should have been a gynecologist. I feel your
cervix and there is your uterus and I bet I can even get my hand inside your
baby basket. You'll feel that, all the way home. That's what it's going to be
like when you get knocked up and there's somebody's brat in your womb."
Candace watched as a bulge appeared in Stacy's abdomen that moved from her
pubic area to her diaphragm. There was a ripple across Stacy's abdomen as Rhonda
moved her hand back and forth.
"Now, let's widen the Hershey Highway. You look like you got two lanes. When
I'm done, you'll have an Interstate with a median and breakdown lane."
Rhonda worked more handfuls of Crisco into Stacy's open asshole. Then she
slowly worked her other hand inside Stacy's anal ring.
"Look, both arms now all the way to my elbow," said Rhonda to the camera as she
shoved her hands way up into Stacy's body. The girl's body went into spasms of
pain. You could tell from the way that Stacy's arms were flailing that she was
in agony. Rhonda slowly raised Stacy off the ground using her hands and held her
there for the camera. Rhonda finished with a good five-minute session where she
brutally fisted both of the girl's holes until Stacy passed out.
"I wonder if any of her female plumbing will ever work again after that,"
thought Candace, "Stacy may wind up like me with a broken baby oven."
When Rhonda finished fist fucking Stacy, she slowly wiped the Crisco, blood,
and shit off her hands using a bar towel, then dumped the other half of the
pitcher of cold water over Stacy's head. Stacy sputtered back to consciousness.
Rhonda removed the gag from Stacy's mouth. Stacy immediately puked all over the
top of the bar.
"Lick that up," commanded Rhonda.
The terrified Stacy attempted to use her tongue to lick up the vomit but she
gagged and puked some more.
"Since you made a mess and refuse to clean it up, we're going to punish you
some more. When was the last time, you had your hair styled?" asked Rhonda.
Stacy managed to say, "three weeks ago." Stacy was too terrified to wonder why
Rhonda was asking about her hair.
"Where?"
"Salon down on Newbury Street, House of Jayson. Clyde does it."
"How much?"
"$120 plus tip."
"He color it too."
"Yes."
"Well, you won't need to go back there for a while. I'm going to save you some
cash."
"What? I don't understand."
"I'm going to shave you bald. Don't worry, I've heard some men are turned on
by bald women."
"Oh God, no" begged Stacy.
The camera watched as two Pagans used a pry bar to remove the nails from
Stacy's breasts. That occasioned more loud screams as the bar crushed Stacy's
flesh against the bar top each time a nail was extracted. Luckily, Stacy passed
out before the final two nails were pulled.
Rhonda's final act of mayhem was to shave Stacy's head. Stacy was seated in a
chair passed out. One of the Pagans held Stacy's head erect and still as Rhonda
worked. Rhonda started with a pair of hand shears and cut off Stacy's hair to
less than an inch. Then she used two different types of electric barber clippers
to trim down to the scalp. Finally, Rhonda lathered up Stacy's skull, took a
straight razor and shaved Stacy completely bald. Rhonda even shaved her eyebrows
off. Rhonda wasn't two careful with the razor and there were multiple cuts on
her scalp when Rhonda finished.
While Stacy was being shaved, several other Pagans try to fuck her one more
time, complaining all the while that her cunt and asshole were stretched out too
far to allow them to feel anything. One of the Pagans stuffed a baseball bat up
Stacy's asshole and cunt to demonstrate how stretched out she was.
"See, her ass's slit open, she's lost the elasticity in her anal ring, bitch's
turds will just fall right out," said Troy twirling the bat inside Stacy's ass
hole while speaking to Rhonda who was busy with the clippers.
"Hell, what did you expect Troy? I fisted both her holes. It'll be weeks
before her asshole is able to close. She's going to have to wear a diaper until
her butt hole heals," replied Rhonda.
The last scene was like the first. They had put Stacy's Girl Scout dress back
on and partially buttoned it. The beret was perched on her baldhead. Both her
eyes were swollen partially shut and her nose was obviously broken. She was
missing most of her front teeth. The front of her dress had two bloody spots
where the nail holes in her tits were bleeding through the dress.
"Show her how she looks in the mirror," said an off camera Rhonda.
The look of absolute horror on Stacy's face when someone held up a mirror to
her face seemed to be the right conclusion to the video. Stacy's look of
hopeless despair said it all.
When a very pretty girl looses her looks, she thinks there is nothing left
thought Candace.
"Troy, you and Roger get her back to wherever the hell she came from," said
Brady. Brady stepped up to where his face was only a few inches from Stacy's
face. The camera captured what he said.
"Ms. Hoyt if you have any thoughts of going to the police, consider that it's
your word against ten of ours. The local police are good friends of mine. They
come to my clubs and I make sure the girls comp them. My advice is go home, heal
up, and don't try to sell any more Girl Scout cookies. Understand?"
Stacy was nodding yes as the video ended.
Candace found herself enormously turned on and energized by the video. Her
fingers were covered in her juices.
I've made the right choice in selecting the Pagans to partner with. I have to
ask Brady for my own copy of that video. I can watch it with Maria Consuela and
Anna Estelle one night, I'm sure Bernice would like to see it too thought
Candace.
"Okay, you've seen it, now please leave," said Brady reaching over to push the
rewind button.
" Please leave, please, since when did we let people come in here and fuck
with us and we ask them to please leave. I can't believe you Brady, you're
treating her like you're afraid of her," yelled Rhonda.
"Rhonda, you know the trouble with dykes like you is that you eat so much
pussy, you can't keep your mouth shut. Why don't you sit down and be quiet,
you're starting to bore me, " said Candace in a calm measured voice.
"Fucking cunt," screamed Rhonda as she lunged for Candace. Candace stood up
and moved aside at a speed that was not human. She reached out her foot to trip
Rhonda who tumbled headlong on the floor. Brady rushed forward to stand between
the two women.
"Listen, Mrs. Williams, get the fuck out of here, before someone gets hurt,"
said Brady trying to keep Rhonda from charging again. The other Pagans had
gotten interested once the commotion had started. They gathered around to watch
the action.
"Before I go, I need your check for lets' say $20,000 since you're making it
difficult. Also before I go I need to teach Rhonda a lesson. One thing I admire
about the Pagans is that they demand respect. I'm not going to leave here
without Rhonda's respect." Candace spoke in a quiet measured voice that betrayed
no fear or concern.
"Your fucking insane, lady, she'll kill you if you don't get your ass out of
here, you saw what she did to that college girl, help me Ed, you too Dirk," said
Brady asking two of the Pagans to help him restrain Rhonda.
"No, Brady, this is how it going to be. I'm going to teach Rhonda a lesson.
I'm going to do to her exactly what she did to that sorority girl. I'm going to
nail her breasts to the bar and let you guys fuck her in the ass. But first I'm
going to take off my suit. I have another appointment this afternoon and I don't
want it mussed up. You don't mind if I get naked, do you? You guys have been
dying to see my pussy since I walked in the door," said Candace taking her suit
coat off.
"You too, Rhonda, clothes off, let's give the boys a show, I want their cocks
hard when I open your butt up for them to stick it up your ass," said Candace as
she casually undressed.
Everyone stood in stunned silence as Candace quickly removed her blouse then
her bra. They watched in disbelief as she neatly folded her clothes and hung
them on the back of her chair. Next it was the skirt followed by the torn panty
hose and panties.
"Fortunately, I've got a spare pair of pantyhose in my purse. Watching all
this violence and sex made me horny," said Candace as she placed her hand
between her legs and rubbed her crotch.
The Pagans were used to seeing naked women. There was one dancing nude a few
yards away. But Candace had a terrific figure that compared favorably with any
of Brady's dancers. Brady and the eight Pagans took a minute to admire it. They
were having some difficulty processing the fact that she had casually stripped
naked in front of them and was talking as if her winning the fight was a
foregone conclusion.
There was still no doubt in any of the Pagans' minds that Rhonda was going to
beat the living shit out of Candace. They were certain they would be stuffing
their cocks into whatever hole was available on Candace Williams' body.
I'm going to do her ass thought Troy as he rubbed his crotch. Then I'll rape
that pretty mouth with my shit stained dick and make her swallow my load.
She'll look like she's been eating brown gravy when I'm done
"You guys are getting me so hot. Looking at me like you want to fuck me.
Rhonda, hurry up and strip. Let's see how that dyke pussy looks when it knows
it's going to get fucked," said Candace.
"Yea, Rhonda, get naked then you can beat the shit out of her. I want to see a
naked catfight," said one of the Pagans.
"Blondie, after Rhonda, beats the shit out of you, we're going to fuck you
until your cunt bleeds," said one of the bikers restraining Rhonda.
Rhonda would have preferred to leap at Candace and strangle her on the spot
but the bikers insisted that Rhonda undress and the two women fight in the nude.
The thought of a nude catfight was getting the bikers hard. One of the Pagans
positioned himself behind the tripod and started to film the fight.
"All right, I'll undress, then I'm going to beat you senseless. After that
they're going to fuck you in all three holes. Then I'm going to cut your tits
off and make you eat them," said Rhonda as she shook the men's hands off her and
removed her leather vest revealing her tattooed breasts. Then she dropped her
shorts to the floor revealing more tattoos. Both women were now naked.
Several of the bikers unzipped and started stroking their cocks anticipating
that in a matter of a few bloody moments they would be sticking them in the
beautiful blonde. They just hoped that Rhonda hadn't killed her before they got
their pricks in one of her holes.
"Come on, Rhonda, let's get this over with," said Candace.
Rhonda charged forward like a wounded African Cape Buffalo. Candace in a blur
slipped to one side and landed a fist to Rhonda's mid section that lifted her
off the floor. Rhonda bent completely double Her chin was practically on her
knees. Candace calmly pulled Rhonda erect using her hair and slammed her fist
into Rhonda's eye. Candace delivered four powerful bitch slaps that violently
twisted Rhonda's face from one side to another. Then using Rhonda's auburn hair
as a handle, Candace jerked her head down and kneed her face.
"I'm not quite as easy as Stacy," said Candace as she grabbed Rhonda by her
breasts then used them as leverage to toss her across the room and against the
wall where she landed with a loud slam that caused several pictures to fall off
the wall.
Rhonda tried to recover approaching Candace with her fists raised but in a
lightening strike, Candace kicked Rhonda's straight in her vagina. The force of
the blow lifted Rhonda several feet in the sir. Rhonda went down on the floor
with her hands between her legs rolling over and over in agony. Candace repeated
the pattern of pulling Rhonda erect by grabbing a fistful of hair then striking
her with the other fist sending her to the floor.
Candace beat Rhonda in much the same pattern that Rhonda had used on Stacy
except she took much less time to do it.
In a matter of seconds, Rhonda had a closed eye, a broken nose, and split
lips. Her breasts were in agony from two rock hard punches that had landed in
the center of each one. Her pussy was the home of sharp pains where the top of
Candace's naked foot had flattened her clit while her toes ripped into her
vaginal opening. The fight was completely gone out of Rhonda. If a referee had
been there to ask Rhonda to say her name, he would have stopped the fight.
Unfortunately for Rhonda, there wasn't a referee.
Candace picked up Rhonda and carried her over to the bar and placed her on the
countertop. The Pagans watched dumbfounded as Candace easily lifted the much
larger woman onto the bar. Candace quickly jumped up on the bar and mounted
Rhonda's face. Candace grabbed a beer that someone had left on the bar and
poured it over Rhonda. The cold beer brought her out of her daze.
"Now show me how good you are at eating pussy, dyke" said Candace using one
hand to spread her labia so Rhonda could tongue her hole, "Get that tongue
working, I'm sure you've done this before."
The bikers were stunned into silence. Rhonda's beating the shit out of the
blonde was a foregone conclusion. But somehow the smaller woman was inhumanly
fast and strong. She handled Rhonda like she was a toy. Brady's nagging fears
were realized. Candace Williams had just easily beat the living hell out of
someone that only the largest and meanest Pagans would have been willing to take
on.
I knew it. I knew something was funny about her whispered Brady to himself.
"Fuck, you see that, she got to be on crystal meth, steroids or something,"
said one of the bikers.
Candace looked down at Rhonda's bloody face. Candace's pussy was right at
Rhonda's mouth.
"Eat me, Rhonda, I'm already nice and creamy from watching that video, stick
your tongue in there and get you some girl goop, I'll give you some piss to wash
it down," cooed Candace.
Rhonda shook her head no and kept her mouth closed.
"Better start or I'll dig your eyeballs out." Candace placed her thumbs on
Rhonda's eye sockets and started to push.
Rhonda's tongue darted out to lick at Candace's clit. Then it swirled into
Candace's hole and came out coated with a thick covering of Candace's
secretions.
"Excellent, I prefer cooperation to confrontation, keep at it" said Candace as
she felt Rhonda's tongue excite her clit.
"Now cover my piss hole with your mouth and let me give you a squirt," said
Candace after Rhonda had been licking her clit and pussy for a few minutes.
Rhonda did as instructed and Candace felt Rhonda's tongue flicker across her pee
whole.
"Swallow it and don't waste a drop of my mellow yellow, said Candace as she
slowly released a full bladder of golden urine into Rhonda's mouth.
"Fuck man, you believe that, she's making Rhonda drink her piss," said a biker
observing Rhonda's throat action as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of
Candace's urine.
Candace looked around at the amazed faces of the Pagans as she released her
bladder into Rhonda's open mouth. Several more of them had pulled their cocks
out. Brady looked particularly surprised but he still had a hard on. Candace
found it exciting as she surveyed the crowd and realized nine horny males were
watching her pee in another girl's mouth. When Candace had let the last few
drops of piss drop into Rhonda's open mouth, she began to ride Rhonda's face,
rubbing her clit against Rhonda's squirming tongue until she experienced an
orgasm.
"You're the first person, I've ever raped. I can see why the Pagans love it so
much," whispered Candace into Rhonda's ear as she finished her orgasm.
Candace hopped off the bar pulling Rhonda onto the floor. She quickly moved
Rhonda to where she was leaning on the bar with her breasts laying on the
countertop. In a blur, Candace grabbed the nail gun off the back counter and
pressed the trigger four times. Rhonda had two nails in each breast. She
screamed in agony. Candace decided not to go for the ten nails Rhonda had used
on Stacy's breasts. I'm going to need her later thought Candace.
"I guess next on the program is for your Pagan friends here to gang bang you.
Here, let me spread your cheeks, Rhonda, it's time for that lesbian pussy of
yours to take some cock. Frankly just between us girls, I wish they were fucking
me but I promised then our ass," Candace whispered in Rhonda ear as she stuck a
finger in Rhonda's asshole.
"Please, I'm begging you. I've never had a man inside me. I was wrong about
you. Please don't let them have me, " pleaded Rhonda's with eyes filled with
tears.
"Rhonda's telling me that none of you guys have ever plowed you, am I expected
to believe that?" asked Candace.
"It's true, Rhonda has always been a lesbian, none of us has ever touched
her," responded Brady, "She's always said she'd kill herself and the man if
anyone ever put his cock in her."
"So it means everything to you that no man has ever stuck his penis inside
your vagina," whispered Candace as she moved her fingers inside Rhonda's vagina
and began to slowly massage her G-spot.
"Yes, I'll die if a man ever touches me that way," cried Rhonda.
"I don't have to do this, we could stop here."
"Oh please, I couldn't bear it."
"But if I stopped I would need something from you."
"Anything, money, I'll get you the money you asked for."
"I need something greater than that."
"If I can, just don't let them fuck me."
"I want your love and your loyalty. I want you to work for me in the campaign.
Sometimes, I'll want you to sleep with me, I think you're beautiful and I want
you in my bed. I want you to be my friend, lover, and protector. From this day
forward, I want you to be mine and serve me," whispered Candace into Rhonda's
ear. No one else in the room could hear her.
"Yes, I'll do that," responded Rhonda.
Candace leaned down and kissed Rhonda's bloody mouth. As Candace raised
herself up, she pulled the nails out of Rhonda's breasts with her fingers.
"Fuck, did you see that?" said a biker standing close to the bar.
"Yea, she pulled those nails out with her fingers. We had to use a pry bar to
get the nails out of that Girl Scout's tits, she ain't human," said another
biker.
Candace helped Rhonda over to a chair kissing her again as she gently eased
Rhonda into the chair. Candace retrieved Rhonda's shorts and top and gently
redressed her.
"Brady, Rhonda needs a little medical attention," said Candace helping Rhonda
into her leather vest.
"Brittany, One of the dancers used to be an EMT, she's working this
afternoon," said Brady.
"Call her in here, please."
Everyone stayed quiet for the three minutes between Brady using his telephone
intercom to page Brittany to the office and a tall blonde with enormous fake
breasts showing up."
"What's up Brady? I took care of that guy just like you asked me," said
Brittany as she entered the room wearing a bikini top and a pair of butt cheek
baring shorts. She took a quick look at Candace, not really surprised that there
was a nude blonde in Brady's office. Brittany also saw that several of the
Pagans had their cocks out stroking them. Brittany figured the beautiful blonde
had been going through the regular audition process that included being gang
banged by every Pagan on the premises. Brittany had experienced that some months
ago when she applied for a job at the Cabaret Lounge.
"Rhonda needs a little patching up. Go get your medical kit," said Brady.
"Rhonda, what the fuck happened?" said Brittany noting for the first time
Rhonda sitting nearby with her face and tits bleeding.
"You don't need to know. Just get your kit and get your ass back in here,"
said Brady.
Brittany had worked for Brady long enough to know when not to ask questions.
She rushed out of the room to get the first aid kit located in the dancer's
dressing room.
Candace walked over to Brady, unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside
taking hold of his cock. She reached over and placed her other hand on Troy's
exposed cock and spoke.
"Cat fights, violence, rape, those things get me hot. I need some cock. You
guys were expecting to fuck me and I don't want to disappoint you. I've only got
an hour but I'm horny as hell. Let's start with you Brady. Just pretend I'm that
girl Stacy in the video. I'll stand over at the bar making believe my tits are
nailed down. You lube me up and fuck me in the ass. I love dirty talk by the way
so refer to me by pet names like whore, slut, and cunt. I'm sure you know some
others."
"Troy you climb up on the bar so my face is buried in your ass. I'll rim your
hairy butt hole then I'll give you a blowjob. You have to promise to cum in my
mouth. After Brady and Troy finish, I want the rest of you three at a time."
The Pagans brightened up at the prospect of screwing Candace. They listened
carefully as she spoke.
"Listen, I've got to be in downtown Boston in an hour and a half so you guys
plan to fuck me hard and fast then dump your load in whatever hole suits you. I
can only add I adore the taste of hot jism," said Candace leading Brady and Troy
toward the bar pulling them by their dicks. When Candace got to the bar, she
leaned over as if her breasts were nailed. Troy had stripped naked. He climbed
up on the bar on all fours then carefully backed up until Candace's nose was
wedged between his cheeks.
"Now, Brady, just like Stacy, use lube and your fingers to open me up then
fuck my ass while I eat Troy's. I want it rough," said Candace who then
proceeded to take a long lick across Troy's hairy asshole.
Candace moaned as she felt a well-lubricated finger slide into her rectum. It
twisted left and right causing her anus to tingle with sensations. Her tongue
parted the silky black hairs that formed a ring around Troy's anus. After
several swipes that left Troy's brown hole slick with saliva, Candace poked the
tip of her tongue past Troy's anal ring. Troy moaned as he spoke.
"Oh yea, man, that's great, get that tongue up my hole so you can taste my
shit."
Candace was completely engrossed in the sexual pleasure of Brady's fingers
working in her asshole as her mouth sucked on Troy's anal ring. She applied then
relaxed her suction causing Troy's anus to dilate and expand until it opened a
small hole she proceeded to suck and tongue fuck. Candace enjoyed the sensation
of forcing her breath into Troy's open rectum and then breathing back into her
lungs the fart she had created.
"That's right, Brady, all the way to your balls," breathed Candace as Brady
replaced his fingers with eight inches of hard Pagan cock. Brady was pumping
hard, gripping Candace's hips and slamming into her anus.
"God, you ass fucking bitch. Can you squeeze a cock with your ass? Where did
you learn to do that?" gasped Brady feeling the intense sensations that traveled
the length of his cock as the walls of Candace's rectum and bowel clamped down
on his dick.
"How is she Brady? She seems to like having her shit pushed," asked Roger
standing nearby stroking his cock.
"Fucking fantastic, bitch is providing a complete three hundred and sixty
degree massage of my prick, never felt anything like it," answered Brady pumping
slower now trying to make it last.
"Turn around, Troy, I want to suck your dick," said Candace taking her mouth
off Troy's anus for a moment.
"Who's the whore?" Brittany asked Rhonda. Brittany had returned with the
first aid kit and was bandaging the puncture wounds in Rhonda's breasts.
"That's Mrs. Candace Williams and if you ever refer to her that way again,
I'll slice your face up," said Rhonda.
"Sorry, Rhonda, I just thought from what's she's doing over there with Brady
and Troy, she was going to work here," said Brittany.
"No, we work for her now," said Rhonda.
"What," asked Brittany?
"Forget it, you wouldn't understand. I'll explain later. Think I should get a
tetanus booster?"
Candace returned her attention to Brady who was pumping faster and breathing
harder, the normal signs a man was about to fill an orifice with one of his
bodily fluids. Brady made a final strong thrust and at its deepest point, felt
his cock release a spurt of seminal fluid into Candace's bowels. His body was
racked with half a dozen muscle contractions as his balls emptied their
contents.
Candace could feel the warm fluid settling in her lower intestine. She sensed
it was lifeless.
"Vasectomy, Brady?" asked Candace turning her head toward him. Sweat from his
chest and stomach served as a lubricant as he slid his chest against her back.
"Yea, Marie couldn't handle the pill, fucked up her hormones, " answered Brady
wondering how in the hell did Candace know that. Outside of his wife Marie and
his doctor, he hadn't told anyone. Brady surprised himself by greedily licking
the sweat off Candace's back as his cock softened.
Candace focused her attention on sucking Troy's cock. He was kneeling on the
bar directly in front of her. Candace wedged one hand between his legs and
pushed her index finger inside his already wet ass hole.
"Oh yea, that's it, that's it," repeated Troy. Recently, Troy had discovered
he liked having his ass penetrated while being sucked off. He had bought Irma,
his wife, a set of three different sizes of butt plugs to use during oral sex.
Irma had laughingly commented that Troy was going queer on her and that next,
he'd be asking his buddy, Roger, to fuck his ass while he was fucking Irma. Troy
hadn't liked that remark and had communicated his displeasure by slapping her
around the bedroom. He'd given her a nice shiner to remind her to keep her
opinions to herself. But sometimes, Troy feared Irma might be right. He had
fantasized while he jerk off that some Pagan with a large cock was fucking his
ass.
Candace slipped her first finger in beside her forefinger and began a slow
finger fucking of Troy's asshole. Candace took a firm hold on Troy's balls with
her other hand. She used her thumb and fingers to separate his nuts while she
firmly pressed the heel of her hand against the base of Troy's nuts putting
pressure on his prostate from two directions.
"Oh God, man, this bitch knows how to suck cock, does she, does she, does
she," yelled Troy to those watching.
Brittany had stopped bandaging Rhonda's injuries. Both women were watching in
awe as Candace worked on Troy's prick.
"Here it comes, here it comes, oh fuck, yes, it's coming," screamed Troy as he
felt semen travel from his ball sack down the length of his dick into the back
of Candace's throat. Troy pumped until his sack was so empty it hurt. When he
looked down, he saw that Candace had her mouth open and her tongue was covered
in his sperm. She looked directly into his eyes as she obviously swallowed his
semen. Then she leaned forward and licked a final drop of semen off the tip of
his dick.
"You looked like you really enjoyed that," said Troy watching as Candace
slowly sucked and tongued his softening pecker.
"I love the taste of cum. I like the flavor and how it feels when it glides
down your throat into your stomach," said Candace standing up and looking at the
rest of the naked Pagans who had been watching and stroking while she was
fucking Brady and Troy.
"God, I love an audience. Wish I had more time. Dirk, get on your back on the
floor. I want that big dick of yours in my ass," said Candace to one of the
Pagans standing close by jerking on his long fat cock. Candace picked up Brady's
plastic bottle of lube, handed it to Brady, then bent over at the waist, pulling
her ass cheeks apart.
"Lube me up again, Brady," said Candace.
Brady pointed the squeeze bottle at Candace's pucker hole. He was amazed to
see it open on its own. He squeezed the plastic bottle and squirted Probe inside
her open rectum.
This is really one to tell your grandchildren about thought Brady.
Dirk lay down on the carpet. Candace straddled him facing his feet. She bent
her knees lowering herself. She took Dirk's cock in one hand and guided it into
her anal opening.
"Nothing like a big schlong in your butt," announced Candace as she lowered
herself to the point that only Dirk's balls remained outside Candace's ass hole.
Candace enjoyed the slow slide of Dirk cock into her asshole. Every millimeter
it traveled created a wave of orgasmic pleasure.
"How's that feel, Dirk?"
"Great, I'm in all the way to my balls, nice and warm in there, tight too,"
said Dirk.
Candace leaned back extending her arms to the floor. She was in the table
position supporting herself on her two arms and feet. She began to rhythmically
raise and lower her abdomen driving Dirk's cock deep in her bowels.
"Reverse cowgirl, that takes strength," said Brittany to Rhonda.
"Who wants my pussy and mouth?" asked Candace.
Two Pagans eagerly stepped forward. Candace tilted her head back to where her
face was pointed away from Dirk's feet. A Pagan slipped his hard prick into her
mouth. The other took a position between Candace's legs and worked his prick
between her labia and into her vagina.
"Fuck, that takes body control. I couldn't do that, She's deep throating too,"
said Brittany watching Candace take three cocks at one. The Pagan fucking
Candace's mouth was obviously going in all the way to his balls on each stroke.
Brittany could see Candace's throat expand each time the cock sunk home.
"Now, this is what I call fucking," said Candace taking the cock out of her
mouth to speak. You two guys on top screw me a while then swap with the others.
Brittany, help me out, you keep them hard, I'd prefer they dump their loads on
my face and mouth," said Candace.
Brittany had finished bandaging Rhonda when Candace asked her to participate.
Without hesitating or even understanding why, Brittany stood up, removed her bra
and shorts, and walked over to Candace. Brittany dropped to her knees between
two of the Pagans who were standing there stroking themselves. She took one cock
in her mouth as she began stroking another. After a few minutes, Candace
signaled for a change and Brittany found herself sucking a cock that had only a
few seconds before been in Candace's pussy.
Her cunt tastes so sweet thought Brittany. The next time, it's empty I'm going
to eat her pussy.
Over the next fifty minutes, the nine Pagans fucked Candace's holes until they
climaxed. Brady and Troy were able to perform another round. Candace directed
the Pagans to ejaculate in her mouth. Candace held her mouth open as the guys
stroked off, shooting nine loads into her open mouth. At the very end, Brittany
was sucking on Candace's clitoris as four Pagans stroked themselves until they
ejaculated onto Candace's face and mouth.
Once they were finished, Brittany crawled up to Candace's face and licked the
thick ropes of sperm from her face as the two women kissed.
"Sorry, everyone but I've got to run," announced Candace looking at her watch.
"I wish we could do it all afternoon but I have another appointment. Where's the
shower, Brady?"
"I'll take you to the Dancers Dressing Room. You can shower there," said
Brittany wanting to be helpful for reasons she didn't understand.
Candace carried her clothes through the club treating the patrons the sight of
a beautiful nude blonde with her face covered in semen. When she got to the
shower, Brittany insisted on helping her wash the sweat and dried semen off her
body. Brittany had Candace sit on a stool in the shower as she applied a douche
of Summers Eve to Candace's vagina. In the dressing room, Brittany made a point
of introducing Candace to the other dancers as the two of them dried off and
dressed. Candace asked Brittany to volunteer to work in her campaign and
Brittany accepted.
When Candace and Brittany returned to Brady's office, he presented her with a
check for $20,000.
"I'll get you my campaign account number so you can set up an automatic weekly
wire transfer," said Candace taking the check from Brady and kissing him. "I'll
be back tomorrow and we can discuss putting together teams to canvass the 12th
district and get voters to sign my election petition."
"Yea, I'll have my whole crew ready to give you what you need," replied Brady.
Candace walked over and took Rhonda's hand. She kissed Rhonda tenderly on her
split lips and hugged her. Candace handed Rhonda a card with her cell phone
number.
"Call me as soon as you feel well enough. I'm sorry it had to be so rough,"
said Candace.
"My fault for being an idiot and not realizing you serve the Master. I'll
serve you now. I know that is the Master's wish."
"I love you," whispered Candace in Rhonda's ear.
"I love you too," responded Rhonda.
Candace waved to everyone and smiled, then said, "Don't forget to vote," as
she left.
"Man that was something else," said one of the Pagans after Candace had
exited. The Pagans had decided they needed several shots of vodka to calm their
nerves. They spoke quietly among themselves as they tried to process what had
just happened.
"Unbelievable man, absolutely fucking unbelievable," said another.
"Incredible fuck though, hottest, tightest twat I've ever been in. I though my
dick was going to melt."
"Asshole was like a milking machine. She worked the entire length of my cock
all at once. It was like she rapped the spooge out of my dick," said Dirk.
"She sucked the jism right out of my prick. She could deep throat you to where
it felt like you were in her stomach."
"If she hadn't had to leave, we'd still be at it. We didn't fuck her. She
fucked us. She's one horny piece of ass, a real nympho."
"And you know what was really weird about it, weirder than anything?" asked
Brady.
"What could be weirder?" asked somebody.
"She liked it more than we did, she got off on it, that scares the shit out of
me," said Brady, "Remember about six weeks ago, that red headed housewife that
came in to dance because her husband had been laid off. She was going to lose
her home."
"Yes, natural red head with a bush the color of a fire engine, we fucked her
brains out. Troy and Roger made her swallow enough piss to float a canoe. She
wasn't bad," responded one of the Pagans, "Squealed like a little pig every time
we stuck a cock up her ass."
"Right, she was desperate and terrified. She didn't like what we did to her
one little bit. We were her worst nightmare. But Candace Williams was different.
She loved what we did. She got off on it. That's scary man, real fucking scary."
Chapter 12 - Dan's Wish Comes True
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"Mr. Williams, Candace called to say she has a media strategy meeting and
won't be home until after 10:00. We're to go ahead and eat supper if that's all
right with you," said Anna Estelle.
Dan had just arrived from work to find Anna Estelle alone in house except for
Briana. She was busily preparing dinner when he walked into the kitchen. He was
a little later than usual. It was almost 7:00 on a Wednesday night. Candace had
only been working on her election three days. But she was already putting in
fourteen hours a day. Dan had expected it to start much slower.
"Yes, I missed lunch because my meeting ran over. Let's eat. And please, can
me Dan. It sounds so formal you calling my wife Candace and me Mr. Williams,"
replied Dan.
"All right, Mr. Williams, I mean Dan. Dan it is," said Anna Estelle smiling at
him.
"Candace certainly dove right in. I thought it would take a while for her to
get this busy. I hope this election thing goes okay. It's a long shot."
"Candace will win. I'm sure of that," replied Anna Estelle as she chopped up a
head of iceberg lettuce.
"I glad you're optimistic. Candace will need all the positive reinforcement
she can get before this over," said Dan taking a good look at Anna Estelle. She
was standing at the kitchen island preparing a salad. She was barefoot, dressed
in athletic shorts and belly shirt. The elastic waistband of the shorts was
folded over a couple of times. But what caught Dan's eyes was the clearly
visible top of a brightly colored thong. When she turned facing the sink he
could see where it disappeared into the crack of her ass. Anna Estelle's fiery
red hair was caught up in a plastic clip that Dan recalled from somewhere was
called a bearclaw.
She's pretty and sexy as hell thought Dan. Is it really possible for my mouth
to water or is that just an expression? Sexy in the way that only an
eighteen-year-old girl can be. It's that woman-child look that always got my
motor running. And of course, the thong adds to it. Man, I'd like to follow that
with my tongue right down into the crack of her ass.
Dan recalled how the young girls at his health club were wearing their shorts
rolled over just like Anna Estelle. The result was a waistband several inches
below the navel. The style was for the top of the thong to be clearly visible
above the waistband of the shorts. It was a style that was driving men crazy.
. When she turned back around, Dan had to control himself to keep from staring.
The top of the shorts was a good five inches below her belly button. A good
three inches of the thong covering her pubic area was visible. There was no bra
under that belly shirt and her nipples were making tiny bumps in the material.
Dan had to fight the urge to walk over, lift the shirt and kiss those tiny
bumps. The shirt was so short; it exposed the very bottom of her boobs. Dan
could just make out the curve of her breasts as she tossed the salad. When she
turned back around and reached up into a kitchen cabinet to get a salad bowl,
one of her butt cheeks peeked out from the bottom of the shorts.
God I need to either take a cold shower or fuck her right here on the floor
thought Dan.
"Can I pour you a glass of wine or fix you a drink before dinner?" asked Anna
Estelle.
"I'm just going to have a beer," said Dan as he opened the refrigerator and
removed a bottle of beer. Dan considered placing the cold bottle on his crotch
to cool himself down but discarded the idea. "If you don't mind, I'll just sit
here while you finish dinner and we can talk."
"That would be nice. I've been talking with Briana all afternoon and I could
use a little adult conversation," replied Anna Estelle once again flashing him a
smile that caused his heart to skip a beat as it diverted another portion of his
blood supply to his cock.
If any more blood goes to my dick thought Dan I'm going to pass out.
"Good, we should probably get to know one another since we're all going to be
living here together," said Dan taking a sip of beer and finding it difficult to
take his eyes off Anna Estelle's body as she moved about the kitchen. Dan
shifted his body to give his hardening cock more room in his trousers. Dan
resisted the urge to start singing that old Maurice Chevalier favorite, "Thank
Heaven For Little Girls".
Candace was right about one thing. Anna Estelle is pretty, has a terrific
body, and a beautiful smile. She also makes my dick very hard thought Dan.
Candace hadn't screwed him since Sunday when she came home from the retreat.
Of course, that night she had fucked him in every position and he had finished
by dumping his load in her ass. Something he had never imagined she'd allow him
to do. He hadn't been so pussy-whipped since high school graduation when he
partied for a week on his parent's houseboat with ten of his classmates.
You'd think Sunday night's triple fuck would hold me for a while given that
I've been on a once-a-month diet thought Dan. And that was always in the
missionary position with Candace making a practice of staying so still I
occasionally checked for a pulse. Only a necrophiliac could have got off on
that. Man she was moving Sunday night thought Dan thinking of the way she
squeezed his cock with her pussy and then her asshole. And I loved all the dirty
talk.
But that was Sunday and tonight I'm horny again. God, I would love to get a
piece of Anna Estelle thought Dan, I wonder whether I ought to make my move
before I confirm one more time with Candace that the novices were sexually
available. She said they were but she could have been joking. Can't be true. It
just can't be. What wife arranges for her husband to fuck two beautiful young
girls while she's busy running for Congress? Screw it; I'm going to try to get
in her pants, even better that skinny little thong she's wearing. I plan to use
my teeth to take that off.
"Candace tells me you're from Queens, New York," said Dan deciding to be
conversational. Dan recalled the advice of one of his college roommates. Always
be a gentleman, talk to them nice and treat them like a real person, and the
stupid cunts will fuck your brains out.
"Yes, I was born and raised in a monastery that had the incredibly long name
of Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow, LPS for short. I went from there to the
Monastery of St. Therese a year ago."
"So you lived all your life with nuns and priests?" said Dan rather surprised.
"True until last Monday, now I belong to Candace and serve her."
"Anna Estelle, you don't belong to anybody, you're an American. But explain
something to me; you said you were born in a monastery. Where were your mother
and father?"
"My mother was a Sister of Mt. Caramel and my father was a young priest who
seduced her. Sister Elisabeth, my mother, said he took her virginity right on
top of the altar."
"Wow, how did you find that out? Sorry I don't mean to pry."
"Oh, its all right. Sister Elisabeth told me. It was part of a ceremony where
several nuns were deflowered at the same time."
"So your father must have been expelled from the priesthood?"
"No, not all, he's a cardinal now at the Vatican. He supervises the Holy
Office. He used to visit Sister Elisabeth and me when he had time."
"So you knew your father."
"Yes, he would come to Queens and stay at the monastery. He is a very learned
and devout man of the church."
"So somehow he atoned for getting your mother pregnant."
"I suppose. Cardinal Berlusconi got Sister Elisabeth pregnant twice more. I
have a baby sister and brother."
"Well, you've certainly lead an interesting life for an eighteen year old,"
said Dan not knowing what else to make of the fact Anna Estelle's parents were a
cardinal and a nun.
In spite of his reservations about Candace leaving the house and Briana in
the care of two young girls, Dan had quickly gotten used to having the two
novices around. As Candace had stated they had taken over the household and
child minding chores and everything was running smoothly in the Williams
residence. Both girls seemed to adore Briana and she had immediately taken to
them.
Candace had been getting back late after he had gone to bed. Dan's habit was
to get to work early so they had been missing one another. Monday night he
arrived to find Anna Estelle and Maria Consuela fixing dinner and taking care of
Briana. He had expected to find two rather plain looking girls who barely spoke
above a whisper. However, both were anything but plain. They were also bright,
energetic, and seemed eager to please.
Candace had been right when she said the novices were quite pretty in
dissimilar ways. He found himself more attracted to Anna Estelle. That was not
surprising given that he had always been drawn to blondes and redheads than
raven-haired Latino girls. But that did not mean he would have kicked Maria
Consuela out of bed. Maria Consuelo seemed the epitome of a hot Latina. She had
a Jennifer Lopez rear end that drew Dan's attention each time it came within
eyesight. But it was Anna Estelle with her Irish colleen red hair, fair skin,
and bright green eyes that attracted him the most.
"Where's Briana?" asked Dan keeping the conversation rolling.
"She's already asleep. She had a big day. So I fed her early and read her a
story. Would you like me to wake her up?"
"No, that fine, let her sleep. And Maria Consuela, where's she tonight?"
"She's with Candace. Since Maria Consuela has better clerical skills and knows
how to use a computer she will assist Candace in the election and I will
concentrate on taking care of Briana, you, and the household."
"Well, I hope you don't get bored hanging around the house," said Dan.
It would have been a pity for her body to be hidden under a nun's habit
thought Dan. Her breasts look perfect and the legs were very good, not to
mention that cute bubble butt which at the moment was sticking out just right
while she looked for something in one of the cabinets under the sink.
"I'll also help out with the campaign here at home and occasionally, Maria
Consuela will stay home and I will work with Candace. It's very pleasant out
tonight. Would you like to eat by the pool?"
"Yes, that sounds nice," said Dan as he walked over to the refrigerator, took
out a second beer and opened it. "What are we having?"
"Marinated teriyaki grilled chicken breast, green beans, and wild rice. I made
a key lime pie for dessert. I hope you like it."
"Sounds great," replied Dan recalling that Candace had described Anna
Estelle's nipples as tiny little buds that were a beautiful shade of pink. Dan
gave a passing thought to what it would be like to suck on those little buds as
he fucked her.
A half hour later, Dan and Anna Estelle were seated together eating dessert
when Anna Estelle dropped her bombshell. Dan had opened a bottle of Mondavi
Sauvignon Blanc that complemented the meal nicely. Between the two beers and a
glass of wine, he was feeling pretty mellow when she snapped him back to
attention.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Candace told me to tell you that Bernice Creswell will
be over tomorrow night. However, Candace will not be here and she apologizes for
that. She has a meeting with the group responsible for collecting signatures for
her ballot petition. She wants to know if it will be all right if I substitute
for her in the three way."
"I'm not sure I understand. Why is Bernice Creswell coming here?"
"It's my understanding that you accepted Candace's offer to have sex with
Bernice and her at the same time. That's called a three way or a three some.
Candace apologizes that she has other commitments and cannot be present when
Bernice arrives tomorrow night. She wanted to know if I could substitute for her
or you could have Maria Consuela if you prefer. Bernice also mentioned on the
phone that she could bring an experienced submissive if you want. "
"Just so I am clear about this. You mean three way sex?"
"Yes, are there other kinds of three ways?"
"Yes, No, I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. Could you
go over that again?"
"I discussed everything with Bernice over the phone. She felt in spite of my
inexperience I could serve as a BDS&M submissive. I'm not anywhere near as
experienced as Bernice but I'm eager to learn. Bernice would like to start out
tomorrow with some mild sado-masochism. She's bringing some restraints and a
variety of whips and paddles. I'll be the slave. Bernice also said she would
bring some clamps for my nipples and a ball gag to keep me from making too much
noise when I am punished. We can use the basement for play space. I will act the
part of the pain slut. If you prefer someone else due to my limited experiences,
I'll understand."
"No, you're more than acceptable. And how are you ever going to gain
experience if you don't participate."
"Thank you, Dan. I'm really looking forward to my first BDS&M experience. I get
very excited when I think about being spanked and whipped," said Anna Estelle,
"I promise to let you punish me as much as you want. I warned Bernice that I'm a
screamer so she's bringing a ball gag that will keep me quiet."
"You said your experience is limited. I gather that means you haven't had many
sexual partners," said Dan unsure of how to respond to Anna Estelle's obvious
enthusiasm for participating in heavy-duty sado-masochism.
"Just Candace and Maria Consuela, and a demon from Hell at Mass last Saturday
night," answered Anna Estelle.
"A demon, he made love to you but he didn't leave his number or send flowers,"
quipped Dan?
Dan had decided that Candace was playing some kind of weird joke on him about
what happened at the retreat. It had begun with her adopting his idea that
aliens from Zed-316 had kidnapped the real Candace. Dan didn't doubt that
Candace had brought the novices in on the joke and they were going to continue
to tell him wild untrue supernatural stories.
"It was dark. He bent me over the altar rail and took me from behind. His cock
was hard as stone and twisted. His cruel hands held me so I couldn't move a
muscle. I though he was going to rip my nipples off when he grabbed them in his
claws. His long tongue reached around my face and lapped my ears and mouth. I
didn't get a good look at him because it was dark and he stayed behind me. His
cock went so deep inside me it hurt my womb. It didn't last long but his sperm
burned inside my body for hours."
"And what was Candace doing while you were having sex with this demon?"
"She was having sex with Lucifer himself. Candace is the chosen one. She is
the bride of the Master."
"How about you? Did you have sex with Lucifer?"
"No, only Candace is the chosen one. I suppose my partner was one of Hell's
lesser demons. Still, He was enormously strong and his long curved cock
stretched me to where I felt I was about to rip. I screamed when he took me. I'm
sorry but I couldn't make out many details. The same thing happened to Maria
Consuela. She said her demon was covered in fur and that it felt like sandpaper
when she rubbed against it."
"So you're not a virgin."
"No, Candace removed my hymen Friday night."
"How did she do that?"
"With her fingernails, she split it open and then scraped it from the walls of
my vagina and ate it. She also took Maria Consuela's virginity but she used a
double ended dildo to do that."
"So I guess I'll be the first male member of the human species that you have
sex with," said Dan.
"Yes, and I'm very much looking forward to it," replied Anna Estelle with a
smile that seemed terribly genuine.
I think she's actually looking forward to fucking me thought Dan wondering
how to change the subject. Dan realizing he was getting into more of the Zed-316
conversation and that since it made absolutely no sense he decided not to pursue
the topic. Candace must have coached the girls to keep this silly story alive.
He decided to relax and just accept the new regimen that Candace so obviously
controlled.
"It's a beautiful night, there's the Big Dipper and over there's Orion's Belt,"
said Dan pointed toward the sky to change the subject to something that made
sense to him.
"If you like, we could have sex after dessert and you could make sure I'm
doing everything in the way you prefer. One of my priorities from Candace is to
learn how to please you."
"All right but let's make tonight special. After all the rough sex you've had
lately, I want tonight to be different," said Dan deciding he wanted to take it
slow. He felt a fatherly urge to be tender with this woman child and make
tonight a good experience for her.
"That would be wonderful. Candace said you would be a good teacher and a
terrific lover. Maria Consuela's also very anxious to have sex with you."
"Good, tonight let's pretend we're lovers. This will be our first time with
one another. It should be slow, warm, sensitive and very passionate," said Dan.
"I'm not very experienced. You'll have to show me what to do."
"Agreed, I will impart all my knowledge about what a woman should do to please
a man. We're going to make love in a manner I haven't done it in years. There
will be other times when I'll come home from work and just want a quickie. Then
I'll tell you or Maria Consuela to bend over and grab your ankles," said Dan
reaching across the table to hold Anna Estelle's hand. Dan considered himself
joking about the ankle thing.
"You mean like this?" asked Anna Estelle standing up and turning around then
slowly pushing down her shorts and bending over to grab her ankles. Her
delicious thong clad bottom was facing Dan and even in the dark he could see
where the thong disappeared into the crack of her ass only to emerge down ass
crack to cradle her pussy. Dan could have sworn he detected even in the
semi-dark, a narrow band of wetness across the material that covered her vagina.
Dan resisted the urge to stand up, grab Anna Estelle's hips, pull the thong
to one side and ram his cock in to his balls. Next time, I'll just fuck her
straight out thought Dan.
"Yes, like that but tonight let's take our time," said Dan.
"I need to clear the dishes and straighten the kitchen. This will take a few
minutes," said Anna Estelle kicking off her shorts leaving herself dressed in
shirt and panties.
"All right, I'll freshen up, pour us a cognac and relax out here while you
finish," replied Dan.
Dan went into the house and took a long beer piss. His cock was hard and he
stroked it as he peed. Dan realized the head of his dick was sticky with sweat
and pre-cum. He decided to wash up. He lathered up a washrag and began to wash
his privates. He relaxed as the warm wet rag caressed his balls and cock.
"Might as well get you ready for her virgin mouth and oh yea, she wants it up
the ass, so be prepared to stir some shit, my man," whispered Dan to his cock as
he washed it.
Man, is she is eager to please thought Dan. I bet I can get her to rim me. I
need a little butt sucking just like Candace did Sunday night. Man there is
nothing like having a girl's mouth and tongue working your asshole. I'm going to
eat some pussy tonight. I haven't done that in years.
Dan slowly worked a soapy washcloth-covered digit in his anus pretending it
was Anna Estelle tongue.
"I'm going to suck the juice right out of your demon fucking cunt," whispered
Dan to his image in the mirror, "I'm going to eat the devil's own cream pie that
he left in there when he fucked your sweet pussy."
Dan laughed at the absurdity of his remarks and dried off then freshened his
cologne. He proceeded to the stereo where he put a Diana Krall CD, "Live In
Paris" in the player. It was mostly slow love songs written decades ago. Diana
had a very warm sexy voice and was a leading jazz vocalist. Dan had bought the
album two months ago in hopes that it might set a romantic mood that would
loosen Candace up. At the time, she told him she preferred religious music and
she had never listened to it. He queued the CD and pushed the control button to
switch the sound to the speakers mounted under the patio roof. He poured two
snifters of cognac from the bar and returned to the patio. Anna Estelle was
still in the kitchen. He could hear her loading the dishwasher. Dan took a drink
of cognac, looked up at the stars, and thought about the recent changes in the
Williams household in the context of his own life.
Dan decided that his sex life has been feast followed by a long famine. Now
apparently I'm back to feast thought Dan. It was certainly feast before I met
Candace. But when she came into my life, love arrived and sex disappeared or
only appeared once a month and that wasn't the greatest. Six years of married
famine seemed accurate to Dan. All of a sudden, I'm back to a feast with an
incredible horny wife, two sexy highly willing teens for my everyday pleasure
and a dominatrix named Bernice scheduled for tomorrow night. Yes, it's
definitely back to feast.
Since Sunday night, Dan had given some thought to his sexual marathon with
Candace. It was the dirty talk that troubled him, especially Candace and he
playing the nasty mother and son roles. Of course at the time, it had gotten him
hot as a Mexican firecracker but afterwards when he had time to think, he began
to wonder.
Of course, he hadn't done that with his own mother; but Aunt Carol was another
matter. It was Aunt Carol and her family that began the feast. Could Candace
know that Aunt Carol used to make him pretend to call her mother when they had
sex? It was hard to believe since Candace had only met Dan's Aunt Carol and
Uncle Mike once and that had been at their wedding six years ago.
But the role-playing of mom and son having sex brought back a flood of sexual
memories. The fantasy was abetted by the fact that Dan's mother and Aunt Carol
were identical twins. In spite of the fact that Dan had been stoned, he
remembered the conversation when Aunt Carol explained what she wanted him to do.
"When you jerk off at night, do you ever imagine your fucking Kay," said Aunt
Carol as the two of them were lying there in bed after they had just sex.
"God no, she's my mother," replied thirteen year old Dan.
"Don't be a little prig, after all you just fucked your aunt, it's normal for
a boy to fantasize fucking his mom," replied Aunt Carol reaching down to take
his cock in her hand.
"Well, maybe, Mom's pretty hot for her age," said Dan.
"I should throw you out of my bed and make you sleep on the floor. Hot for her
age, since I was born twelve minutes earlier, I guess I'm still within your
limits," said Aunt Carol giving his balls a painful squeeze and holding on to
them.
"Ouch, that hurts, let go," yelled Dan.
"Not until you admit you'd loved to fuck Kay," replied Aunt Carol squeezing a
little harder.
"Okay, you win, I do imagine I'm fucking mom when I jerk off. You're crushing
my balls," said Dan.
"Look at me, Daniel, look straight at me, directly into my eyes, this is
important," said Aunt Carol relaxing her grip.
"Okay, I'm looking."
"I look just like your Mother. Kay and I are still the same weight, same hair
style, people still mistake us for one another, right?"
"Yes, that's true. It's hard to tell you apart."
"So when you're fucking me, we're both going to pretend I'm Kay. In fact we're
going to do that right now. Tell your Mother how much her little boy Danny wants
to lick his cum out of her nasty pussy."
Later, Aunt Carol made him to agree to call Uncle Mike father. That had been
the start of his two-year sojourn into the strange and bizarre sexual world of
his Aunt and Uncle.
I've never told anyone about the things I did with Aunt Carol and Uncle Mike
and Sally their daughter. Nor have I ever told Candace about the family secret I
discovered while living with my aunt and uncle. No one can ever know that.
Dan recalled it was the summer before his freshman year in high school when
his father accepted a two-year assignment in Saudi Arabia. Dan's father was a
petroleum engineer employed by Shell Oil. His mother taught high school in
Philadelphia and Shell Oil arranged for her to have a high paying position at
the American School in Ridayh.
His parents decided that Dan, an only child, would stay in the US and attend
high school. Dan's mother's twin sister Carol and her husband eagerly agreed
that Dan could stay with them in their home in Santa Barbara, California while
Dan's parents were working overseas.
Dan overheard his parents discussing their plans. Some months before, he'd
learned that the heating ducts in the basement worked as a perfect conduit of
conversations and sounds coming from his parent's bedroom. He was seated on a
bench near the oil furnace stroking his cock. His parents were just finishing up
their regular Sunday afternoon lovemaking.
"Whew, that was terrific. You're still the best fuck ever to graduate Santa
Barbara High School," said Dan's father Roger.
"Better than Diane Ragsdale? I recall you thought she was pretty hot," said
Dan's mom Kay.
"Her pussy was so loose that after the first fuck you couldn't feel a thing
when your cock was inside her snatch, it was flop city," said Roger.
"That was from overuse, so why did you fuck her every day after school our
junior year if it was so bad?" said Kay.
"Just to get back at you, you were so busy screwing Tommy and Louis Conover
you were ignoring me," said Roger.
"I was just trying to make you jealous. Of course the fact that Louis Conover
had the largest cock in Santa Barbara HS made it fun. You know Diane was fucking
around behind your back. She pulled a train at Betty Staple's party after the
prom. Carol and I watched her fuck eight guys. She was out of her mind on LSD.
You'd passed out from drinking eight shots of tequila trying to keep up with
your buddy Ed," said Kay.
"I didn't care who Diane fucked as long as she hustled her tail out to my van
in the school parking lot right after last period. Besides she gave great head
even though as I said lacking firmness in her well-used vagina. Ed and I
doubled teamed her a few times. Girl loved to have cock in both ends," said
Roger. "If you keep doing that I'm going to screw you again."
"That's the idea. Think Dan's going to be all right?" asked Kay, "Sometimes I
worry that he'll get in trouble in La-La land. Things are much more permissive
out there. We should know since we grew up in Santa Barbara. Saudi Arabia is so
far away if anything happened."
"He'll be fine. Dan's very mature and responsible for his age. Mike and Carol
will make sure he behaves. I talked to Mike and he's looking forward to having
Dan as a fishing buddy," said Roger.
"I told Dan about that. He's eager to learn to trout fish and Mike's one of
the best to learn from. Let's quit worrying. Carol and Mike are doing fine
parenting Sally. Carol told me Sally played Chopin's Polonaise at the San
Francisco Youth Philharmonic concert this past spring and got a standing
ovation. Sally's developing into a first rate concert pianist," said Kay.
"Sally is a year older than Dan. I hope they get along. You know how teenagers
are today, " said Roger.
"I imagine no where near as wild as we were. When I think about all the crazy
things the three of us did," said Kay.
"We sold some serious wild oats. Carol more than any of us," said Roger.
"Yes, Mom and Dad were ready to throw up their hands and call it quits more
than once. But when she met Mike in college, everything calmed down," said Kay,
"Still I wish Dan could come with us."
"So do I but Ridayh is no place for a teenage American boy these days, too
many terrorists, American haters, nut cases. It's only two years. When we get
back, they've promised me a vice presidency. We'll be set for life."
"I know. Overseas refinery experience is key to your career at Shell. I just
wish Carol and Mike had moved away from Santa Barbara. You don't thing there's
anyway Dan might find out about us?" asked Kay.
"That was over twenty years ago. Nobody even knows, let alone remembers. Quit
worrying. I know how to take your mind off this. Scoot down and show me how you
used to suck Louis Conover's monster dick I keep hearing so much about," said
Roger.
"I'd love to but Louis was so big, I couldn't get it in my mouth, All I could
do was lick its enormous, hot, sticky, red head like this while I tickled his
asshole," said Kay.
"Oh yes, put your finger in my butt, now give me your best head and if you're
good, I'll eat your cream pie," said Roger.
Dan hadn't heard the term cream pie before at least in the way his father used
it but he had a good idea what his Dad was doing based on the slurping sounds
coming through the ducts. More importantly, Dan wondered what it was his parents
were worried he might find out. As far as he knew they were boring upper middle
class Americans who paid their taxes, went to work, and occasionally jerked off
while watching porn on the large screen television in their bedroom located in
an upscale neighborhood on Philadelphia's Main Line.
Several days later, Dan unaccompanied boarded an airliner for a flight to LAX
then transferred to a commuter flight that landed at the small Santa Barbara
airport where his aunt, uncle, and cousin met him at the gate. Dan's Uncle by
marriage, Mike Trent, was a successful real estate developer responsible for
many large Southern California projects. His family had major interests in
apartment complexes, shopping centers, and wineries throughout California. The
Trent home in wealthy Santa Barbara was large enough that Dan had his own
bedroom, bath, and study. Dan set to work unpacking the boxes that he had sent
ahead. He quickly settled in.
Dan had not seen his cousin Sally for three years. Sally similar to many
fourteen-year-old girls was fighting a weight problem. Aunt Carol was like his
mom. She was tall and slender with long sexy legs and small breasts. Uncle Mike
was shorter than his wife and extremely hairy except for his scalp that was
almost completely bald. He was a rotund energetic little man with a dark tan.
He always seemed to be either just starting or ending a call on his mobile
phone. He did make a point of assuring Dan he was very serious about teaching
him to fish for trout.
"Idaho trout season starts in six weeks. I've arranged for you and I to be
there the first day of the season," said Uncle Mike enthusiastically on the ride
from the airport.
"That'll be great, Uncle Mike. Dad says you're one of the best fly fisherman
in the country," responded Dan who was genuinely interested in fly fishing,
something his own father knew absolutely nothing about and had zero interest in.
"It's my hobby. My dad is better than me. We'll be going with a different
group than I fish with when I take Sally. These guys know where the big ones
are," said Mike.
"Dan, you can have the fishing. Trout are slimy and so are Dad's buddies,"
said Sally unhappily.
"Aw, sweetheart, it wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Mike.
Dan watched as Sally thought of saying something then thought better of it.
"I'm sure Dan will get more out of it than I did," said Sally ending the
conversation.
As soon as Dan got settled, his aunt confided in him about Sally.
"Sally's very gifted musically but socially she's a little behind where she
ought to be. She's sensitive about her size, especially her bust. That must come
from Mike's side of the family. You mother and I are 34B. Poor Sally's already a
36D and if she doesn't watch what she puts in her mouth, she'll be even bigger
by the time school starts."
"Girls with large chests take a lot of kidding in my school in Philadelphia,"
replied Dan uncertain of how to deal with his aunt confiding in him about
Sally's knockers.
"I think if she had a wider circle of friends and varied her interests, weight
would quit being a problem. I keep telling her that she spends so much time
practicing her piano she never has time for friends and socializing. Mike and I
would be so grateful if you made an effort to include her when you can. Kay
tells me you're one of the most popular boys in your school and a born leader,"
said Aunt Carol placing her hand on his knee for emphasis.
"Sure, Aunt Carol, I'll do everything I can to include Sally. I think she's a
great girl."
"That would be so sweet of you. I know I'm asking a lot but I'm a mother and
Sally's my baby. I just wish she were more like you, Daniel. You look so firm
and fit. We've arranged for you to attend our health club. Sinead will be your
personal trainer," said Aunt Carol giving Dan's thigh a squeeze. Years later,
Dan would recall how he missed the subtle signal that day about what his Aunt
Carol really wanted.
The next morning after breakfast, Dan swam two miles worth of laps in the
Trent pool, something not available to him in Philadelphia except at the YMCA.
When he emerged, he found Sally lying face down on a lounger taking the sun.
Sally in Dan's view wasn't that overweight. She just favored her father's side
of the family. Sally was wearing a string bikini that exposed most of her butt
cheeks. Dan walked over to the lounger beside Sally's and threw himself down.
"You're a good swimmer," said Sally not raising up.
"Thanks, having a lap pool like this in your own home is great. I have to go
to the Y to swim at home. I was on the team back in Philadelphia. I hear Santa
Barbara has a good swim team," said Dan.
"I suppose. Would you mind putting some cream on my back?" asked Sally.
"Sure, where do I start," asked Dan picking up a large tube of SPF 12 off a
nearby table. Dan found the thought of touching Sally's skin simulative. He
reminded himself she was his cousin.
"Ankles and work up, try not to streak," said Sally.
Dan carefully rubbed the coconut smelling lotion onto Sally's calves then the
back of her knees and the back of her thighs. He hesitated when he reached her
buttocks. Sensing his hesitation, Sally reached back and pushed the bikini
material into the crack of her ass.
"I know it's huge and will take the entire tube to cover," said Sally with a
touch of bitterness.
"Listen, I think they're great. I mean your butt's just fine. I like girls..."
said Dan.
"Yea, you like girls with a big ass cause you're a butt boy. So what are you
waiting for, butt boy," asked Sally.
"I just meant I think you're pretty," said Dan.
"Good, then go ahead and rub that shit all over my pretty ass, butt boy," said
Sally.
Dan squeezed a ribbon of lotion on Sally's cheek and began to work the lotion
around.
"Get it as far into my butt crack as you got the nerve to go. I should have
worn a thong or just gone nude. Mom keeps saying that tan lines are just not
Santa Barbara," said Sally spreading her legs wider as once more she reached
back to push more of the small bikini bottom into her butt crease.
Dan's breath was coming faster as he worked the lotion over Sally's globes.
"You must be a real butt boy. I can hear you breathing back there like an out
of breath rotweiler," said Sally.
"Sorry, this is a first for me," said Dan.
"First time you ever touched a girl's rear, next you'll tell me you're a
virgin," said Sally.
"I'm only thirteen," said Dan. "Here, let me do your back."
"Ever kissed a girl, really kissed her using your tongue?" asked Sally, "Untie
me."
"Yea, sure, many times, at make-out parties," said Dan pulling one end of the
material to untie the bowknot in the center of Sally's back.
"Ever felt a girl's boobs?" asked Sally.
"Yes, once," answered Dan finding himself turned on by the conversation.
"Clothes or meat?"
"What," asked Dan?
"Did you touch them on the outside of her clothes or did you actually touch
her flesh, you know, twist her nipples causing her to scream with pleasure,"
asked Sally.
"Lois unbuttoned her blouse and let me slip my hand inside her bra. I touched
her nipple but I don't recall whether she screamed with pleasure, she did moan a
little but then our time was up in the closet and we had to go back with the
others," said Dan.
"Lois, huh, so you're a kiss-and-tell kind of guy. I suppose the next day you
went to school and told all your buddies how you felt Lois up and how hot her
tits got when you pawed her," said Sally.
"No, it wasn't like that at all. I only told you because you don't know her
and she's back in Philadelphia," said Dan with a little heat in his voice.
"Sorry, I'm being a bitch. You're going to have to get used to that since
you're living with us. Okay, nothing below the waist, Lois didn't let you grab
her crotch as you rounded third base. Oh, yea, that feels good on my shoulders,
you've got strong hands," said Sally stretching her body as Dan's hands massaged
the tops of her shoulders.
"No, never made third base with Lois or anybody else," said Dan.
"I'll give you high marks for honesty. Most of the assholes in my class, claim
they were deflowered at the age of nine by a sexy au pair," said Sally.
"I guess I've got some catching up to do," said Dan putting the top back on
the tube of sun tan lotion and wiping his hands on a towel.
"Santa Barbara and the Trent residence is an especially good place to do
that," said Sally.
"So you're not one," said Dan.
"Not one what?" said Sally.
"A virgin," said Dan.
"I knew that was what you meant. I was just playing you," said Sally, "Nope,
afraid not, done my share of boys, girls, and small animals."
"Now, who's bull shitting who? You've done things with girls and animals? Did
your sexy au pair have a poodle?"
"You're clever. That's a bad trait in a lover. I'll like you better if you
play dumb," said Sally.
"Listen, maybe I better go swim some more laps. I was just trying to be nice
and get to know you better," said Dan.
"No, stay, I'm sorry, I'll be good," said Sally.
"We could talk about something beside our sexual history. Besides piano, what
do you like to do," said Dan?
"No, let's get sex out of the way. I know a funny quote about women and men
getting to know each other better," said Sally.
"Tell me," said Dan.
"Men get to know women in order to fuck them. Women fuck men in order to get
to know them."
"Now who's being clever," said Dan.
"Did rubbing sun tan lotion on my butt make you hard," asked Sally.
"Yes," said Dan.
"Is everyone in Philadelphia as honest as you are?"
"No, I'm an exception to the norm," said Dan.
"Let's see how really honest you are. Have you ever let a guy touch your
penis? Now, don't lie, tell the truth. Name the six other guys in your last
circle jerk, after all, you've already ratted out Lois," said Sally laughing.
"Hey, most guys do a little of that. It doesn't make you a queer," said Dan.
"Don't say queer too loud in California. They're everywhere. I think the pool
boy is a fag. I can't get him to look at my tits. Let's prove you're not queer.
I know a test," said Sally.
"What," asked Dan?
"I'll show you my boobs. You push down your Speedo and show me a hard cock,"
said Sally.
"I don't know," hesitated Dan.
"So you must be queer, who was the last guy to cornhole you?"
"Tom, shit, I didn't mean to say that," said Dan.
"How'd it feel? Make you all squirmy inside?" asked Sally.
"It hurt at first. God I can't believe we're having this conversation," said
Dan.
"Here's mine, now show me yours," said Sally turning over to show Dan her
breasts.
"Somebody will see us," said Dan looking back toward the house then
immediately back at Sally's large breasts.
"No, they can't. The tree blocks the view on this side of the pool," said
Sally.
"They've very beautiful," said Dan still staring hard at Sally's large
breasts.
"Mom says they are hideously huge. She wants me to have breast reduction
surgery," said Sally as she pulled on her nipples.
"I think they're gorgeous just as they are," said Dan wanting to lick his
lips.
"You're sweet, go ahead pretend I'm Lois, cop a feel," said Sally moving her
boobs closer to Dan in an offering.
Dan cautiously reached his hand forward.
"Go ahead, they won't bite," said Sally.
Dan's hand reached and placed his fingers on the tip of Sally's breast.
"Your next move is to take my nipple between your thumb and fore finger and
gently roll it back and forth as you give it a little squeeze, don't pinch,"
said Sally.
"Like that?" asked Dan as he closed his fingers around Sally's large soft
nipple that was quickly showing signs of firmness. Sally moaned.
"That was for real. I love to have my nipples tweaked. Now show me your cock,"
said Sally.
Dan gave a cautious look around to see if anyone was watching then he pushed
the front part of his bathing suit down. His full erect cock sprung out. Dan
didn't move as Sally reached across the chaise and took his penis in her hand.
"Ooh, I guess you're not a fag, that's not bad for a young man of only
thirteen summers," said Sally hefting his hard cock then slowly stroking it.
"I'm definitely not gay," said Dan.
"But by your own admission, you've been recently butt fucked and although it
hurt at first, it felt good by the time, Tom, I think you said Tom, splashed his
seed in your rectum, right," asked Sally.
"Anything you say," replied Dan overcome by the sensations of Sally's warm
hand massaging his cock. Her hand was covered in sun tan lotion and it was
sliding easily up and down the length of his cock. Sally used her fingers to
sensuously squeeze his balls before returning to fast then slow stroking of his
fully erect penis.
"Close your eyes and think the most horrible disgusting thoughts about us
while I wank you off," said Sally stroking Dan's cock faster.
"What kind of thoughts," asked Dan shutting his eyes?
"Your usual masturbatory fantasies, rape, torture, branding my breasts with a
red hot iron, stretching my naked body on a rack while you fuck me in the ass,
cumming in my mouth, whatever turns you on," said Sally.
It was only a matter of moments before Dan climaxed. When he opened his eyes
and looked down, there were several tiny puddles of semen splattered on the
white concrete beside the lounger.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me, uhm, yummy," asked Sally licking
semen of the side of her fingers.
"Thanks," said Dan easing his softening cock back into his bathing suit.
"You owe me a fuck, Dan, you climaxed, I didn't," said Sally.
"Is there somewhere we can go," asked Dan looking around.
"I can see that although you're still a virgin, you're ready to screw me.
Sorry, stud, we'll have to wait until 2:00PM this afternoon when Mother goes to
the club for her tennis lesson. She's been taking lessons for a year and still
plays like shit. I think the only lesson, Doug is giving requires her to be on
her back with her legs in the air," said Sally.
"Where," asked Dan?
"Over the garage is the chauffeur's apartment. At the moment, we're between
chauffeurs. Daddy fired the last one for stealing," said Sally.
"Okay, 2:00PM over the garage," said Dan getting up to leave.
"I just jerked you off and I don't even get a kiss," said Sally.
"Sorry," said Dan leaning down to kiss Sally. They intertwined their tongues.
Dan's hand gently felt Sally's breast as they kissed.
"Bigger than Lois's," asked Sally.
"Yes, bigger but also better in every way," said Dan.
"I think you're going to enjoy the next two years. Take my advice and just go
with the flow," said Sally.
"See you at 2:00PM," said Dan starting to walk away.
"Hey Dan," said Sally using a towel to wipe up Dan's semen from the concrete.
"If you want to be a Santa Barbara stud, you got to remember to hide your pecker
tracks." Sally threw the towel toward him.
"Sorry," said Dan catching the towel.
Dan was seated in the living room reading when Aunt Carol came in and announced
she was leaving for her 2:30PM lesson at the club. Dan felt his cock twitch when
she bent over to pick up and say good-bye to Homer, the Trent's Jack Russell
Terrier. The short tennis skirt exposed her white panties and Dan was able to
see the parallel indentations that indicated left labia, right labia and the
precious in between. Aunt Carol gave Dan a very warm good-bye kiss.
"Mike and I are just so glad you're staying with us. How are you and Sally
doing?" asked his aunt her arm still around his neck. One of her long bare legs
was touching his bare leg sending electricity through his body.
"We sort of got acquainted at the pool this morning. I think everything will
be fine," said Dan.
"Good, I told Mike that we could count on you," said Aunt Carol kissing him
full on the lips one more time.
Dan watched his aunt's car disappear down the driveway then hurried to climb
the steps to the garage apartment. When he opened the door, he immediately
smelled the odor of marijuana. He had only smoked marijuana twice before but the
odor was unmistakable. His best friend Tom had supplied the joints. Both times
after they got high, Dan wound up on all fours with his butt pointed straight up
while Tom sodomised him. Afterwards, Tom had had given him a blowjob.
"It'll keep us from going bonkers until we can get some regular poontang," was
how Tom justified their homosexual acts.
Sally was laying back on the couch with her feet resting on the coffee table.
There was a smoldering water bong between her feet, the source of the odor that
Dan smelled when he opened the door. Except for a cream color robe that was
untied and open, Sally was nude. Dan's thirteen-year-old eyes fastened on the
symbol formed by Sally's well-manicured pubic hair. One of Sally's hands was
slowly stroking between her legs while the other was holding a cell phone to her
ear. Sally stopped masturbating for a moment and motioned for Dan to enter the
room.
"I've got to go, Faye, my 2:00PM fuck just arrived," said Sally into the cell
phone.
"Okay, you slut, I'll tell him."
"Take your clothes off," said Sally to Dan. Dan pulled his shirt over his head
then pushed his shorts down his legs leaving only his athletic supporter.
"Of course, it's cut. You've been fucking too many Mexicans. No, he's still
got his jock strap on. I told you I saw it this morning when I jerked him off.
No, not yet, God you are such a slut, Give me a second, you'll owe me for this,"
Sally continued the phone conversation as she motioned for Dan to come closer.
When Dan got within her reach, Sally grabbed the waistband of the supporter and
pulled Dan to where he was between her legs directly in her front.
She liberated Dan's cock from the supporter. It sort of sprung out of the
spandex material. The sight of the naked Sally had gotten him hard.
"Listen," said Sally to the phone. She held the mobile telephone close to the
side of her mouth as she took Dan's cock in her mouth and began to noisily suck
on it. Dan got hard as a rock almost instantly. Sally was moaning and making
loud sucking sounds as she worked on his cock. Dan watched in amazement as Sally
held the phone a foot away from the side of her face, glanced in the display and
pressed a button. There was a small flash then another then a third.
Sally took Dan's cock out of her mouth and licked the underside as another
flash occurred.
Sally stopped sucking Dan's cock and resumed her conversation.
"You get the pictures?" asked Sally into the phone.
"Six, close to seven, I didn't bring a ruler. Some of us aren't total 7/24
whores."
"Yea, it is big, big enough for that tight little pussy hole of yours. He's
thirteen. It should be a whopper when he's sixteen. Well as my Mom says, he's a
Williams and they're all hung like that. Yea, I'll share, Okay, I'll ask him,"
said Sally to the phone.
"This is my very best friend Faye. She's down in Puerto Vallarta on vacation
with her folks. She wants to know if you'll fuck her when you she gets back."
"Yea, sure," replied Dan.
"He said sure. Should I tell him you're a 275-pound 5'2" Latina that's HIV+
with a hairy mole the size of a silver dollar on your cheek or should we
surprise him?" said Sally.
"I will, slut, got to run. Somebody has to deflower the last thirteen-year-old
male virgin in Philadelphia and it might as well be me. I already told you that.
He's cherry. This morning was just a hand job. No, we haven't had vaginal
intercourse. I was saving that for this afternoon, and no I won't wait till you
get back," said Sally into the phone.
Sally handed Dan the water bong. Sally pointed to a lighter on the table. She
almost absent-mindedly took Dan's cock in his hand and began stroking it as she
talked.
"Yea, bring your strap on. He's been cornholed before. It was by his best
buddy, Tommy or somebody. When you get here, he'll tell you all about it.
You'll have to be nice and use K-Y so it doesn't hurt. He's family. Absolutely
got to go before he pops all over my hand. See you next week. Okay, I'll call
you later and tell you all about it. Bye," said Sally hanging up to end the
call."
"Faye's going to jerk off to the pictures I sent her of me sucking your cock.
You get to meet her next week. Want to smoke while we screw?"
"Yea, that'd be great," said Dan using the lighter to light the marijuana in
the bowl of the bong.
"Why don't you kneel down and slide it in. We'll pass the bong back and forth
as we fuck," said Sally.
Dan kneeled between Sally's legs. She reached forward taking his cock in her
hand. She used the other hand to part her labia and hold open her vagina. She
pulled Dan forward to where the head of his cock rested in the opening of
Sally's vagina.
"Shit, we should have arranged for a drum roll, this being your big moment,"
said Sally.
Dan deciding that he had listened to enough bullshit shoved himself forward
causing his cock to penetrate about two inches inside Sally's tight pussy. Sally
grunted. Dan felt a lot of friction.
"Sorry, I'm a little dry, periods coming tomorrow or the next day, take your
cock out and spit on it," advised Sally.
Dan being practical, spit in his hand then rubbed it on the head of his cock.
On the second attempt, he sunk his peter in Sally's snatch as far as it would
reach.
"Oh fuck, yes, that feels good, smile," said Sally.
Dan's eyes saw a hot white spot as Sally shot another image, this time of
Dan's face. She held up the phone display for Dan to view.
"Recorded for all time, Daniel Scott Williams of Philadelphia, PA has just
lost his virginity to the hungry cunt of his first cousin, Sally Wayne Trent of
Santa Barbara, CA. Sally is the daughter of Carol Williams Trent, community cunt
licker and blow job specialist, and Michael Wayne Trent, pedophile and
owner/manager of Trent Properties. Daniel is the son of Kay and Roger Williams,
currently of Ridayh, Saudi Arabia where Roger is training sand niggers to suck
oil out of the ground. Let's put that on the deflowering announcement, print a
thousand engraved copies, and mail them to friends and family," said Sally.
"I think you're the funniest girl I ever met," said Dan as he enjoyed the
sensations of slowly thrusting his cock in and out of his cousin's pussy. Dan
kissed Sally.
"You are just full of complements," said Sally rather obviously pleased with
Dan's response.
"All right, recess is over, time for some serious fucking, you go in deep, I
squeeze your cock, you pull out, repeat till one of us pops his cork," said
Sally.
She repositioned herself on the couch leaning back to raise her legs and lock
her ankles behind Dan's buttocks. Dan passed her the bong and she took a deep
draw then placed her mouth over Dan's and slowly breathed the marijuana smoke
into Dan's mouth. As Dan inhaled his cousin's breath, their tongues met and
intertwined.
"Oh fuck, how embarrassing, I'm going to cum first and you're company,"
announced Sally as she wrapped Dan in a death embrace and ground her clit
against his pubic bone. "Oh shit, oh damn, oh motherfucker, there must be
something about fucking relatives that makes it so damn hot," said Sally writing
against him.
"Pop me again, you can get rougher if you like, when I cum, dig your
fingernails into my boobs," said Sally relaxing her grip on Dan and reclining to
where she could raise her legs and place them on top of Dan's shoulders.
Dan pumped into Sally faster and faster. Inside of a few moments, she was
building to another climax.
"Oh yea, one more fucking time, stud, one more fucking time, fuck my pussy and
make me cum," yelled Sally as she reached another loud orgasm. "That's two, take
me to three and I'll suck your dick and let you fuck me in the ass."
Dan resumed his stroking. He recalled something he'd seen a porn actor do in a
movie that he and Tom had watched. He reached around Sally's waist and took the
half globes of her ass and gripped them hard, pulling them apart. He worked his
groin against Sally's clit than gave her ten fast half thrusts each time using
her cheeks as handles to grind her against him.
"You fuck too good to be a virgin or you've read and absorbed a sex manual,"
said Sally who had grabbed her nipples and was pulling and twisting them. Dan
noticed that Sally had dug her own fingernails deep into the flesh of her
nipples, so deep that when she released them, Dan could see a dark red half moon
where the nail pressed down.
"You're my first," said Dan.
"I guess we should have a bronze cast of your dick made and inscribed with our
names and the date. Oh that feels good, your right on top my G-spot, hold still
and let me move, oh baby, that's how Sally likes her peter, just right there,
hold it, hold it, oh yea, stab my pussy right there, stab it hard, can you feel
that rough place in the top of my cunt," asked Sally,
"Yes, it's right there," said Dan using the tip of his cock to nudge the spot
of flesh that felt slightly stiffer and coarser than the surrounding tissue.
"That's my special place. Fuck into it," said Sally.
Dan had one more trick he learned watching porn with Tom. He licked the
fingers of one hand then he reached that hand to where his index finger touched
Sally's anus. He rubbed his wet fingertip across her puckered muscle several
times then gently pushed the ball of his finger into the opening.
"Oh man, are all the studs in Philadelphia this good a fuck. I love having
guy's fingers in my shithole. I'm going to cum so big and so bad it's going to
show on the seismograph at Caltech," said Sally shifting her body slightly to
let Dan have better access to her butt hole.
Dan's long arms allowed him to insert his index finger to the second knuckle.
Dan coordinated his cock and index finger to create a rhythmic fucking of
Sally's cunt and asshole. That occasioned a third and even more dramatic climax
from Sally. Dan and Sally wound up rolling on the floor as Sally writhed against
him alternately clutching him in a fierce embrace then relaxing then repeating
the embrace. They were both covered in sweat when Sally relaxed.
"Let's lay on the couch. Just keep fucking me until you cum. Take as long as
you want. I'm just going to lay here and take it like an LA crack whore," said
Sally lying lengthwise on the couch.
Dan mounted her in the new position. He established a rhythm that he
maintained for a good ten minutes until at last he climaxed. Dan clinched and
unclenched his buttocks as he squirted his semen in Sally's vagina.
"Jesus, where'd you get that dope? I thought I'd never cum," said Dan lying
beside Sally on the couch. He was drenched in perspiration.
"It's grown in a hydroponics garden in Vancouver, BC. It's been genetically
modified to boost the percentage of THC," said Sally.
"THC?" asked Dan.
"You need to visit the DEA's Web site and learn your drug basics. THC is the
chemical in marijuana that gets you high. Without THC, marijuana is just another
weed," said Sally.
"I feel totally fucked up," said Dan realizing he couldn't or didn't want to
move. Surprisingly, when he stroked his cock, he was still hard.
"Vancouver 420 has ten to eleven times as much THC as the kind you buy on the
street. Just lay there and let your Cousin Sally suck your dick," said Sally.
"You're an amazingly good fuck for a thirteen year old. Mom said you would be
since you were a Williams. She said your dad had the most sought after cock at
SBHS."
"SBHS?" asked Dan.
"Santa Barbara High School," replied Sally.
The question passed Dan's mind whether his dad have ever screwed his mother's
sister. Since they were twins, maybe thy pulled a fast one and he didn't know
who he was fucking. Dan lost all track of time. He remembered ejaculating in
Sally's mouth and her tongue kissing him while they swapped a mouthful of his
semen back and forth.
He and Sally smoked more dope and had sex in several different positions. The
next day Dan could recall doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and several
variations of missionary. Finally, Sally produced a tube of K-Y jelly from
somewhere, greased up her rectum, mounted Dan and slowly eased his cock into her
ass.
"Might as well provide your first ass fuck while I'm at it," said Sally
rubbing her clit while she bounced up and down on Dan's cock. Dan was holding
onto Sally's nipples and pinching them hard. She seemed to enjoy the pain.
Later, Dan remembered engaging in a long session of oral sex with Sally. When
they were done, she gently wiped his cum and her pussy juice off his face with a
towel as she kissed him.
It was later toward evening when he looked up to see an almost naked Aunt
Carol sliding her tennis panties down her slender well-tanned legs. Both Sally
and Aunt Carol were looking down on him lying on the couch. He was slowly
stroking his cock with his hand. Aunt Carol moved to where she was standing
beside him on the couch. She kneeled down and took over stroking his cock. She
used her other hand to play with her pussy as she talked with Sally. Dan could
hear but felt helpless to move as he listened to Sally and her mother.
"How was he," asked Aunt Carol.
"Amazingly good for a cherry thirteen year old boy. He rocked my world," said
Sally.
"It's in his genes. His dad could make a girl orgasm to where she went in a
coma. Once, Roger at a party fucked Lynn Tolliver to the point she lost control
of her bowels when she came. Poor Lynn shot out a turd a foot long and I mean
shot. She never lived that down. Everyone called her potty fuck after that,"
said Aunt Carol.
"He has it all, technique, big cock, and stamina," said Sally.
"He looks out of it," said Aunt Carol.
"It's the dope. He can still fuck, he's sort of on auto-pilot," said Sally.
"What's the verdict, stud or dickless wonder?" asked Aunt Carol.
"Stud, definitely, he fucks like a rabbit. I'm feeling a little tender in my
pussy," said Sally.
"You do anal," asked Aunt Carol.
"Yes, he packed my shit down," answered Sally.
"Your dad will be here in a minute. How's he at rug munching?" asked Aunt
Carol.
"Loves it but could use a little training," said Sally.
"I'll take care of that in due time. I've got a couple of Dougie loads in my
box. Let's see if he's willing to eat a quite disgusting slice of creampie,"
said Aunt Carol.
Dan felt his cock stir as Aunt Carol lowered her pussy over his face. Her
crotch smelled of sweat, urine and semen as she positioned her vagina over his
mouth. Dan listened as she gave him directions.
"Daniel, listen to me, this is your Aunt Carol. I've got my pussy directly
over your mouth. After I spent two hours playing tennis in the hot sun, the
tennis pro fucked me twice on the couch in his office. There are two full loads
of his cum in my nasty sweaty pussy. I also took a long piss right before I
drove home and I didn't wipe. I've kept my legs squeezed together to keep Doug's
semen in my twat. I want you to put your mouth on my hole and suck everything
out of it. If you do, you can fuck me every week for the next two years. You can
fuck Sally too," said Aunt Carol.
Dan raised his head slightly as he pushed his tongue into Aunt Carol's pussy.
He was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of cum, vaginal secretions and
sweat. He greedily swallowed then began to lick around Aunt Carol's vulva.
"Good boy, Dan is such a good boy that I'm going to suck your dick till it
gets hard and ride your cock," said Aunt Carol.
Dan had a vague memory of looking up to see his Aunt naked and astride him in
the cowgirl position. At some point, Sally was sitting on his face as Aunt Carol
lowered and raised her body to impale herself on Dan's hard cock.
It was later when the effect of the dope was starting to wear off a little
that Dan looked over to see Sally kneeling before her father sucking his cock.
He looked downward to watch Aunt Carol giving him a blowjob. Her head was
bobbing up and down. She appeared to be really getting off over having his cock
in her mouth. In spite of all the sex and dope, Dan was hard again.
"There's nothing like the taste of boy cock," said Aunt Carol taking a break.
"I'm ready, you two get him greased up," said Mike in a voice that Dan
realized was only a few inches from his face. Dan felt another mouth forcing his
lips apart and a tongue forcing its way into his mouth. His tongue and the
invader intertwined and he found himself sucking on the tip of the tongue. He
reached his arms around the hairy shoulders of his Uncle Mike and pulled him
closer. Dan moaned as Uncle Mike pinched his nipples while they kissed.
"Yea, he likes to kiss. I'm going to enjoy having him around," said Uncle Mike
pulling his mouth off Dan's.
Dan was aware that he had been French kissing his uncle but he didn't want to
stop, more importantly he enjoyed it. Dan felt himself being rolled over on his
stomach. Soon, he was on the floor with two of the couch cushions under his
abdomen. He sensed fingers pushing in his anus.
"Use two fingers to open him up then squirt some of this AstroGlide in the
open hole. That ways he's lubed up in side," said Uncle Mike.
Dan was aware that Sally was on one side and Aunt Carol on the other. They
were putting their fingers in his asshole and pulling it open. He felt a liquid
slowly trickling into his bowels.
"It'll take a while for him to get use to my Johnson. I bet he learns to love
it before his parents get back," said Uncle Mike.
"He's pretty relaxed and open, go ahead Daddy," said Sally.
"Danny, feel your Uncle Mike's pecker. Its had a hard on for your little butt
hole since you stepped off the plane," said Uncle Mike.
Dan sensed the blunt object poised against his rectum.
"Please fuck me, Uncle Mike, I want your cock," said Dan looking back over his
shoulder as his uncle.
"I knew this kid was a winner, the minute I laid eyes on him. Don't you worry,
Daniel, your about to be cornholed by the biggest dick in Santa Barbara," said
Uncle Mike.
"The thickest and the longest," added Aunt Carol.
"Got to be true if your aunt agrees. If anybody in this town knows where all
the big cocks are, its you baby," said Uncle Mike to Aunt Carol as he leaned
over to kiss his wife and squeeze her tits.
"Sally get underneath and suck Dan's cock while I fuck his ass. That'll keep
him relaxed," said Uncle Mike as he took a firm grip on Dan's boyish hips and
began to push his penis inside Dan's rectum. Sally had wedged her head
underneath Dan and was slowly sucking his cock. The sensation of having both his
cock and ass worked on at the same time caused Dan to loose all sense of any
other stimuli.
I can't hear, see, or taste thought Dan. I have only two body parts, cock and
asshole.
"Oh God, that's so fucking good," moaned Dan as Uncle Mike's cock slowly
pushed its way until it moved beyond Dan's rectum into his lower intestine. He
felt the large male organ slip past his inner rectum muscle and move inward
until it reached his lower bowel. Dan sensed tremendous pressure in his rectum
as Uncle Mike's cock slowly eased its way inside his ass expanding and pushing
the walls of his rectum outward.
"Nice, very nice, he's taking it and loving it," said Uncle Mike listening to
Dan moan. Dan enjoyed the way that Uncle Mike's cock felt when it was buried in
his ass. It supplied a sense of fullness that started at his anal ring and ended
somewhere in his lower intestine. Dan whimpered and sighed as Uncle Mike slowly
fucked his ass. Dan recalled that after some time, his uncle climaxed deep in
his bowels. After that, Dan and Sally licked Uncle Mike's cock clean as Dan
watched.
The next morning Dan awakened in his own room, sprawled naked across his bed.
His clothes were piled on a nearby chair. His head was pounding from the
marijuana. In the shower, he determined that both his cock and butt hole were
tender. There was still some type of lubrication smeared over his anus.
"God it happened, it really happened," said Dan to himself.
It was after 10:00AM when he found the nerve to go downstairs to the kitchen.
He had no idea what kind of greeting to expect. He said good morning to Martina,
the cook, and poured himself a cup of coffee. Martina took his order for
breakfast and suggested he eat on the deck. When Dan walked out on the deck, he
found Aunt Carol reading the LA Times still dressed in a nightgown.
"Come sit here," said Aunt Carol gesturing toward a chair directly across from
her.
"It looks like a nice day," said Dan finding it difficult to face his mother's
sister after what had happened yesterday.
"Daniel, look at me, there's no reason to be embarrassed," said Aunt Carol.
"Yes, I'm sorry," replied Dan looking at his attractive Aunt and wondering if
he really had sex with her and Uncle Mike or it was some sort of drug induced
delusion. Still he found her attractive and her nipples made nice little bumps
in her gown.
I'd like to do her again thought Dan, this time with no drugs in my body. I
remember she liked what I did with my mouth when I ate her out. I can't believe
I swallowed that guy's cum out of her pussy. I get hot just thinking about doing
that again.
"Yesterday, you really got to know our family. We're not like your Mom and
Dad. We're much freer about sex and we engage in certain practices that others
might disapprove of. However, I think that in spite of the way Kay and Roger
brought you up, that you could successfully adapt to our lifestyle for the next
two years. What do you have to say about that?" asked Aunt Carol.
"I really liked all of the things we did. I'm just not sure what happened. I
was pretty out of it from the marijuana," replied Dan.
"I know. I told Sally that wasn't necessary but she insisted. You know young
people and drugs these days. But just to make matters clear, you and Sally had
sex from 2:00 to 4:30PM. Sally said you were terrific by the way. You and I had
sex with Sally helping after that. I thought you were amazing. You have your
father's gift for cunnilingus. It was always very special when Roger's head was
between my legs.
At 6:30PM, Mike arrived and he sodomised you twice. That part since it
involved homosexual acts has me the most concerned. How do you feel about what
you did with Mike?" asked Aunt Carol.
"My mind is a little fuzzy about what happened. But my recollection is that I
liked it. I liked it a lot. Before I left Philadelphia, I let a friend sodomize
me. I enjoyed that. Uncle Mike is huge, isn't he?" asked Dan.
"I felt in love with that giant trousers snake when we met in college. Your
Uncle Mike's technically not gay. He's bi-sexual. I think you are also. That's
really a wonderful thing since it means you can enjoy sex with both genders.
Sally's also bi-sexual; as you will learn when you meet Faye and some of her
friends. I suppose I am too."
"Sally and I have been enjoying sex with each other since she was eleven.
Mike and I have raised her to enjoy sex. We've encouraged her to have multiple
partners both male and female. It's added immeasurably to the richness of
parenting Sally. I'll always have wonderful memories of our mother and daughter
experiences. Sally and I have shared some wonderful things not least of which
was that every ready cock of yours. You're quite the Energizer Bunny. Sally and
I thought you would never get soft."
"I thought yesterday was great, Aunt Carol. Sally was terrific. So you were
you and Uncle Mike," said Dan.
"Good, sex is a very important part of growing up. I think it's so important
that parents participate in their children's sexual experiences. It's kept our
family together. As you have experienced, we're very tolerant of behavior that
your parents would scream and run away from. At least they would now. At one
time, Kay and Roger were people without any sexual limits. You won't tell them I
said that, will you?" said Aunt Carol.
"Whatever happens in Santa Barbara stays in Santa Barbara," replied Dan. Later
he would realize that was the perfect reply.
"So you'll have no problem with more of what we did yesterday including the
part with Mike? He was very concerned you'd think of him as an aging queen who
took advantage of a drugged boy. I have to add, he's very taken with you, Dan,
and Mike Trent doesn't' cozy up to many people. Mike would like you and he to
occasionally go on trips together and experience some let's say exotic pleasures
of the gay community. Mike like most fathers always wanted a son. He and Sally
are close but there are things a man and his son can do that a man and his
daughter cannot," said Aunt Carol.
"I have no problem with that. Anything Uncle Mike wants, I'm all for it," said
Dan.
"That's terrific. Mike will be thrilled when I tell him. I knew we could
count on you. Let's you and I get together this afternoon say at 2:00PM. No
drugs, just sex in all its glorious variations. I have some new porn a friend
sent me," said Aunt Carol.
Dan remembered how he and Aunt Carol had sex all afternoon in her enormous
bed. That afternoon was when he agreed to call her mother and Uncle Mike father.
The porn turned out to be a DVDs of women in their forties having sex with young
boys Dan's age.
That night after dinner, Uncle Mike had asked him to sleep with him and Dan
agreed. That started a practice that continued most nights for the next two
years. Dan spent many hours sleeping in his uncle's arms. Periodically, Uncle
Mike took him to San Francisco where they would take a suite at the Fairmont.
Other men Mike's age would arrive accompanied by teenage and pre-teen boys. An
all night orgy of man-boy sex would ensue. Dan discovered he like to cornhole
younger boys. Dan recalled the night that a half dozen of Mike's friends watched
him and two older boys cornhole five younger boys before everyone got so worked
up and the evening became a prolonged period of indiscriminate couplings. At
some point, Dan found himself being sodomized by a bellboy who in turn was being
sodomised by Uncle Mike. Men kept passing by putting their cocks in Dan's the
bellboys and even Uncle Mike's mouth.
Even the trout fishing trips became excuses for man-boy sex. Dan learned that
Uncle Mike belonged to some super-secret club for wealthy men who preferred sex
with boys. While Dan did become an expert fly fisherman, he also became an
expert at all variations of sodomy including fisting. One night at an exclusive
fish camp near Idaho's Snake River, Dan experienced fist fucking. Surrounded by
naked older men and boys, he had stayed on all fours as a guide slowly worked
half a can of shortening into his butt hole. The guide progressed from fingers
to hand to fist ending up with his forearm buried to the elbow in Dan's anus.
When Dan was not traveling with Uncle Mike or going to school, he was having
sex with Aunt Carol and her friends. Less than a month after he arrived, Aunt
Carol told him they were going to a special institute south of Los Angeles for a
four-day weekend seminar devoted to Tantric Yoga.
The scheduled weekend Dan found himself in a small crowded room with a dozen
other couples. Some of the couples were actually man and wife of roughly the
same age. However, there were three other couples consisting of an older woman
and a young man and two couples where a young girl was partnered with a much
older man. Dan was easily the youngest attendee.
"You're in the company of a wealthy group of sybarites. These people
constantly look for ways to enhance their pleasures," said Aunt Carol.
Dan at first felt odd to be sleeping in the same bed with his aunt at the spa.
They had arrived mid afternoon. The institute was located on a bluff overlooking
the ocean. After they arrived, Dan decided to take advantage of the pool before
dinner. He had slipped on his bathing suit and was headed out the door when his
aunt stopped him.
"You can't wear that," said Aunt Carol.
"Wear what?" asked Dan.
"It's a clothing optional pool. No one wears a swim suit."
"You said clothes were optional," said Dan.
"That's just an expression. Take your trunks off. Wear a robe to the pool then
take it off when you get there," said Aunt Carol.
"I've never been naked with a lot of people around," said Dan.
"Well, it's time you had that experience," said Aunt Carol.
Dan recalled how when he had first got to the pool, he found out his aunt was
right. Everyone was nude. Dan gathered his courage, slipped the robe off his
shoulders and dove immediately into the pool. After a while, he relaxed and got
out of the water to take advantage of the afternoon sun. He found his aunt
stretched out on a cushion conversing with a man that Dan would have guessed was
in his well-preserved seventies.
"You must be Daniel, Gus Van Sant, Your aunt and I are old friends," said the
man extending his hand.
Dan shook the proffered hand and spoke his name.
"He's a very handsome boy, Carol. We'll have to get together one evening. I
brought Irene Collins. She's going to be in my next picture," said Gus.
Dan followed Gus's line of sight toward a stunningly beautiful young girl
reclining nearby.
"She's absolutely beautiful, Gus," said Aunt Carol.
"Irene's something of an air head but she's gifted in ways that count," said
Gus.
Dan spent the next four days playing with pussies under the watchful eyes of
the instructors. He attended short classroom sessions that taught the specifics
of female and male sexual anatomy. After the classroom, he and his aunt along
with the others were packed into a room heated to over ninety degrees. There
was so little space that he was constantly coming into physical contact with
others around him. He spent his time butt to butt with the other men while his
fingers worked Aunt Carol's clitoris and tickled her G-spot. Dan learned that
Tantric Yoga involved developing skills to stimulate a female's clitoris and
vagina for her to achieve intense orgasms that could be prolonged over a matter
of minutes.
Dan applied himself, worked hard, and by the third day, he was able to bring
Aunt Carol to orgasm and keep her there for half an hour. On the fourth day,
the attendees were asked to swap partners and Dan managed to bring three other
women to the state worshipped by Hindu followers of Tantra.
During the evening, Dan and Aunt Carol engaged in sex with other couples. Dan
and Gus sodomised one another while Aunt Carol and Irene rolled around the bed
with their faces buried in each other's cunts. The evening ended with the four
of them in a group fuck. Dan recalled that Irene along with being beautiful had
a remarkable gift for squeezing your cock when it was inside her pussy.
"I was very proud of you at the Institute. You seem to excel at whatever you
put your mind to," said Aunt Carol on the drive back to Santa Barbara.
"It was great. I learned things I probably would never learn anywhere else."
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Aunt Carol on the drive back to Santa Barbara.
"Yes, but I'd like a few days of no oral sex," replied Dan.
At home in Santa Barbara, Aunt Carol would arrange bizarre scenes for her
women friends. Dan recalled the time that she had five girl friends over to
screw Dan while Sally played Chopin on the piano. All the women including Sally
were nude. The women sat masturbating with orange dildos waiting their turn with
him. Once Aunt Carol climaxed, they took their turns mounting Dan. Each one
fucked themselves to a climax as Sally played sonata after sonata.
Once, a friend of Aunt Carol arranged a ladies Roman orgy. There were a dozen
naked boys being chased through the wooded grounds of the woman's estate. When
the women caught you, you had to screw them. Dan remembered Aunt Carol
cautioning him not to run to hard.
"We could never catch you if you try too hard," said Aunt Carol.
At Aunt Carol's suggestion, Dan had allowed the hostess to catch him. She
sucked his cock then tearfully begged him to piss down her throat. That was
Dan's first experience with water sports. It took concentration but he got his
flow going. He as amazed that the woman who had great wealth got off on
swallowing the contents of his bladder. She didn't spill a drop. After he
urinated, she sucked his cock until he climaxed.
Yes, the two and six months years with the Trents had been the beginnings of
his sexual feast. Between Sally, her friends and his classmates, Aunt Carol's
clique of wealthy bored and horny housewives, and Uncle Mike's club of boy
lovers, hardly a day went by that Dan was not sexually active.
The only negative event was Dan discovery of his parent's secret. His parents
were due back from overseas in a matter of weeks when Aunt Carol asked him to
help her clean out the attic. She planned to donate most of the contents to Good
Will but everything had to sorted through. Dan was left alone among all the junk
when Aunt Carol had to take a call. While he was casually looking through a box
of old books, he discovered Aunt Carol's high school yearbook. Curious about his
aunt and mother he located their pictures. Since the pictures were arranged
alphabetically and his father, mother, and aunt were all named Williams, he
found the three of them together.
Someone had taken a felt tipped pen and drawn a heart around the three
pictures. There was an inscription written in his father's very distinctive
handwriting.
"The two best sisters a brother ever had. I love you both more than words can
ever say, Roger"
That's odd thought Dan. When he took a good look at his father's high school
picture, Dan realized how much his father resembled Kay and Carol. Dan knew that
he only had one set of grandparents. His parents told him that his father was an
orphan, adopted by a Santa Barbara family later killed in a car wreck. Roger
Williams had lived with the family of Carol and Kay Williams while he finished
high school. The fact that Roger's last name was Williams was a plausible
coincidence. Williams was a common enough name.
"Smiths marry Smiths and Williams wed Williams," was his mother's response
when Dan once asked about her identical married and unmarried surnames.
Dan's maternal grandparents lived in France. Dan had never met them.
Supposedly, there had been a falling out over a large legacy and both sides had
shut off all contact with another. Instantly, certain things became clear to
Dan. Things that had always puzzled him like the time he wanted to use the Web
to trace the family tree and his mother had turned pale then absolutely refused
to allow him to spend the $25.00 it took to print out their family history.
Dan was staring at the yearbook when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh my God, you shouldn't look at that," said Aunt Carol snatching the book
out of his hands.
"I wasn't absolutely sure but the way you grabbed the yearbook convinced me,"
said Dan.
"It's just my old dusty yearbook. There are personal things written inside.
You know girl stuff, old boyfriends, silly stuff a girl can cry on over when
she's old and gray," said Aunt Carol placing the book back in the box.
"Dad wrote that you and mom are his sisters," said Dan.
"Roger was like an older brother to Kay and I. We treated him like he was our
brother. He lived with us after his adopted parents were killed. They were good
friends of our mom and dad. When their car went off the Pacific Coast Highway,
our parents asked Roger to stay with us so he could finish high school. You do
not believe a word of this, do you? Why do you have to be so damn smart? Kay and
Roger will kill me when they find out you learned the truth," said Aunt Carol
starting to cry.
"I'll never say a word," said Dan putting his arm around his aunt.
"People do worse things than marrying their sibling. Kay and Roger are still
very much in love after all these years. They've had a wonderful, very bright
son who's fabulous in bed," said Aunt Carol.
"Who else knows?" asked Dan.
"No one other than me, certainly not Sally or Mike," answered Aunt Carol.
"That's why my parents never come to Santa Barbara. You always come to
Philadelphia to get together," said Dan.
"People just wouldn't understand. Marrying a relative closer than a second
cousin is considered an incest crime in most states. It's rarely prosecuted but
it's always a threat," said Aunt Carol.
"It's our secret now. I'll never say a word to anyone. That includes my mom
and dad," promised Dan as he kissed his Aunt Carol. They made love on top of an
old steamer trunk.
Dan recalled that he was fifteen when he learned his parents were brother and
sister. He tucked that little fact in the back of the brain and hadn't retrieved
it in years. But somehow, Candace's playing the mother-son role had triggered
its resurrection.
Dan's thoughts were interrupted by the return of Anna Estelle from the
kitchen.
Dan stood up and gave her a long passionate kiss then held her chair as she
sat down.
"Before we have sex, could I ask you a question?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Certainly," said Dan assuming he was going to be asked a question about the
mechanics of sexual intercourse.
"How did you meet, Candace?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Oh, in grad school, I was getting my MBA in Finance and Candace her law
degree. We were at Georgetown together. Frankly, I wasn't into long-term
relationships. I had just broken up with the girl I'd been dating for a month
when she walked into the student hall. I was overwhelmed. She was and still is
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, not to forget the brightest human being
on the planet," said Dan.
"What did you do next?" asked Anna Estelle.
"I asked everyone who she was. They told me she was called the Ice Queen. No
one had dated her. No one claimed to as much as talked with her."
"So you asked her out," said Anna Estelle.
"Yes, in order to get in her pants to be truthful. She refused, didn't want
anything to do with me. I persisted for weeks on end. You have no idea how
different that was for me. I wasn't used to being turned down. Finally one day,
I caught her in a weak moment and she agreed to have coffee," said Dan.
"What did you talk about?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Catholicism, specifically Roman Catholicism, she told me if I was not a Roman
Catholic, there was no way she would go out with me," said Dan.
"And were you," asked Anna Estelle.
"Technically, yes, I hadn't been in a church in years but I was raised a
Catholic, I became active in the church to please her, I sort of mislead her
about how devout a Catholic I was," said Dan.
"So where did you go?" asked Anna Estelle.
"A movie, a Disney film, rated G, looking back on it, I can only say that I
was so much in love, I totally changed my behavior patterns," said Dan.
"How so?"
"Before I met Candace, I was a hard drinking, dope smoking, skirt chasing
college boy without a serious thought in my head," said Dan.
"And she changed all that."
"She made me want to change to become acceptable to her."
"And when did you first have sex?" asked Anna Estelle.
"I was thirteen," answered Dan.
"I meant with Candace."
"Wedding night, Candace was a virgin," said Dan.
"So you taught her to be so gifted sexually. She's incredible sexually," said
Anna Estelle.
"That's a very recent change that's she's made. The old Candace was let's say
inhibited."
"Then it must have something to do with the Master, his seed lives within her
now, it gives her incredible powers and appetites," said Anna Estelle.
"Possibly," said Dan leaning over to kiss Anna Estelle. He slipped one hand
under her shirt to cup her breast.
"I'm very anxious to have sex but I'd like to take one minute and check on
Briana. Just make sure she hasn't kicked off the covers," said Anna Estelle
pressing her breast against Dan's hand.
"Go ahead, hurry back," said Dan.
Dan watched Anna Estelle's butt as she walked back into the house.
Yes, I am definitely back to feast and it appears I am about to have a make a
delicious meal of an eighteen-year-old beauty who's very anxious for my cock.
I'm still amazed I patiently endured a six-year famine thought Dan. I dated
Candace for two years in college and got zero pussy. It's incredible that I put
up with that. She got pregnant three months after we were married. She cut me
off as soon as soon as she was showing.
Dan recalled the problem pregnancy and the many worried consultations with
obstetricians and gynecologists. He vividly remembered when Briana was born and
the hours he spent at the hospital terrified that a doctor was going to walk in
and tell him he was a widower. It was six months after Briana was born before
she let me screw her again. That's when she established the once a month
schedule. If I didn't love her so much this marriage would be over thought Dan.
But now she's changed and for the better. I don't know what all this Master,
ZED-316, sex with Lucifer nonsense is about but if it's getting Dan Williams
laid I'm all for it.
Dan reached down and felt his hard cock through his trousers. "Take it easy
boy, the famine's over and we are going to feast tonight, I'm going to begin by
eating her pussy and making her cum until their a big puddle of girl juice under
her butt," whispered Dan to his cock.
"How is she?" asked Dan when Anna Estelle returned.
"Sleeping like an angel," said Anna Estelle sitting down in Dan's lap and
putting her arms around his neck. She wiggled her bottom against Dan's hardon.
"Feel that lump, you caused that," said Dan.
"It feels very large and hard. If you agree, I'll start off with oral sex and
you can ejaculate in my mouth or we can do oral and then vaginal. I'm very
interested in trying anal. I haven't done that yet," said Anna Estelle as placed
her arms around his neck and kissed his ear.
"We'll get to all that in time. But right now, I want to turn up the music and
dance with you. I'm feeling very good about things tonight and I want to enjoy
myself."
"I'm not a very good dancer."
"Don't worry. I know the steps. My mother sent me to the Kathy Lowenstein
School of Dance every summer for three years. These will be slow songs. I'll
lead. All you have to do is shuffle your feet and follow."
The first song was "Dancing in the Dark", a perfect choice. Dan took her in
his arms and began to gently sway to the music. He held her very close and she
worked her body right up against his to where her groin nestled against his
hardening cock. He could feel her warm breasts even through the fabrics of their
shirts.
After "Dancing in the Dark", it was the slow samba, "Besame Mucho". Dan was an
expert dancer although a little out of practice since he and Candace didn't go
to clubs or parties where there was dancing, only the occasional wedding. Dan
led Anna Estelle through the steps. As she gained a little confidence, she
became more comfortable. Next was "The Look of Love" and Dan drew Anna Estelle
in for a deep kiss as they danced. He moved one hand down her back and slipped
it under the waistband of her thong. She surprised him by letting out a slow
moan of pleasure as his fingers play across her buttocks and settled in the
crack of her ass.
"I have a little confession to make," said Anna Estelle.
"Is it proper for a layman to hear the confession of a nun?"
"I'm not a nun. Nor will I ever be one now that I serve Candace."
"Then go ahead, nun not-to-be Anna Estelle, confess your sins to Father Dan."
"I wanted to have sex with you tonight. I asked Candace how to go about
seducing you. She told me to dress like this and let matters take their course.
I bought this at the mall this afternoon. She said you would get an erection and
want to screw me. The thong would do it."
"She was right. I haven't been able to take my eyes off it since I got home."
"Did you like my body?"
"Like is hardly the word. How about worship? Yes, your body is very beautiful
and I'm in love with these. They are very special," said Dan lifting Anna
Estelle shirt then bending over to kiss her breasts.
"Oh that felt good. Are you as horny as I am?" asked Anna Estelle.
"What do you think?" said Dan rubbing his hard cock against her.
"Yes, I would say the thong had the desired effect. You are definitely erect.
I feel that," said Anna Estelle holding him close as she slowly moved her body
against his cock.
Dan's fingers caressed her butt sliding his hand under the narrow strip of
material to allow his fingers to explore the crevice between her buttocks. She
responded by pressing her pubis against his cock and moving it back and forth in
time to the music.
"It's too warm out here for this shirt, " said Anna Estelle as she stopped
dancing for a minute to pull her top off over her bed exposing her breasts.
"Definitely too warm for a shirt," said Dan. Anna Estelle helped Dan pull his
polo shirt out of his pants. He pulled it over his head and dropped it on a
nearby chair. They were both naked from the waist up. They started dancing
again.
I think I've died and gone to heaven thought Dan as he wrapped his arms around
Anna Estelle and pulled her naked chest against him. My God but do those young
tits feel good against my manly chest. I better calm down or I'm going to blow
my load the minute she touches my cock.
Dan could feel her nipples harden against his bare chest. She was quietly
moaning as she rubbed her breasts against him. They began kissing passionately.
He kissed her mouth then her neck then bent down to take a nipple in his mouth.
He sucked one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. Dan
discovered that Anna Estelle had sensitive ears when she practically growled
with pleasure the first time he pushed the tip of his tongue into her ear canal.
Anna Estelle responded by taking his nipple in her mouth and giving it a
gentle bite. Anna Estelle's breath was rapid and she was twisting against his
body. Dan pushed one hand down inside her thong slipping two fingers between her
labia. She was soaking wet and almost hot to the touch. He used the two fingers
to massage the sides of her clit. On his third stroke, his fingers descended
past her clit and entered the opening of her vagina.
The instant his fingers touched her opening, Anna Estelle let out a series of
loud sharp moans as she hugged him with all her strength and climaxed in his
arms. Dan had to hold her to keep her from falling.
"I'm sorry. I should let you cum first. I just couldn't help myself, I'm not
being a good courtesan," said Anna Estelle once she had recovered her breath.
"I thought it was beautiful," said Dan as he held two pussy soaked fingers to
his mouth and tasted them. "You pussy tastes so sweet. I want to eat you and
make you climax again and again."
Her fingers found his zipper and pulled it. Her hand went inside and caressed
his hard cock and pulled it out. They continued to sway to the music as they
played with each other's sex.
"Do you know what cunnilingus is?" asked Dan.
"Yes, it's when person pleasures a woman's sex with their mouth," responded
Anna Estelle.
"Excellent, I won't ask where you learned that. Lie down on that lounger and
drape your legs across the arms. I want you fully open to me," said Dan.
Dan watched as Anna Estelle removed her thong then sat back on the lounger and
spread her legs as requested. She licked the fingers of one hand as she parted
her labia to expose her clitoris. She rubbed her clit with the wet fingers
moaning loudly as soon as she touched herself. Dan slipped out of his trousers
and boxer shorts as Anna Estelle masturbated.
Dan grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs.
"Here, slide this under your bottom to elevate you a little. I plan to lick
that cute little butt hole of yours," said Dan. In the light from one of the
kitchen windows, he could see that Anna Estelle's pussy was shaved except for a
three-inch rat-tail right above her clit.
"Do all the novices trim their pussies like that?' asked Dan leaning down to
give Anna Estelle's a slow lick that began at her asshole and ended with a three
hundred and sixty degree swirl around her clit.
"Oh that feels good. You're going to make me cum again. Candace shaved Maria
Consuela's and mine this morning before she left. Then she let us shave hers.
Having someone shave you down there is so hot. The three of us got turned on and
wound up having sex in a daisy chain. Our faces were covered in pussy by the
time we finished," said Anna Estelle.
I used to love to eat my date's pussy when I was in high school and college
thought Dan. I had to quit when Candace and I got married but I've missed it.
Dan recalled how one of his high school hook ups showed her appreciation of his
muff diving prowess by telling all her girlfriends.
"After Dan got me off for the third time, I came so hard I tinkled in his
face," was what Connie Franks had told most of the females in his senior class.
Connie had a big mouth and she described in detail Dan's skill at giving head.
Before long, girls were calling his home asking for dates.
Funny, I was such a cock hound in high school and college then I married
Candace and gave it all up until this week. I guess love does that sort of thing
to you. I was certainly nuts over Candace and still am for that matter.
Especially now that she's changed her attitude about sex. We're going to be like
the Trents in Santa Barbara, uninhibited, sexually active and always seeking
something sexually new and exciting.
I'm not sure what brought about Candace's amazing change of mind but I'm not
going to question it. If she wants to eat pussy and let me fuck
eighteen-year-old girls and engage in BDSM, then I'm going to be supportive as
hell for her election efforts thought Dan as he went to work on Anna Estelle's
snatch.
Dan reveled in administering oral pleasure to Anna Estelle. She's a moaner
thought Dan. I always preferred sex with someone who provides auditory feedback.
Dan saw that Anna Estelle was kicking her lets up and down as she traveled the
short road to her second climax.
Just when Dan sensed she was about to hit the big "O" he slipped a finger into
her asshole. That initiated a prolonged period of little yipping sounds, short
quick breaths, hands on the back of his head forcing his face into hard contact
with her clit and finally a long exhalation that ended with her complete
relaxation.
"Oh my God, that was wonderful," said Anna Estelle when she recovered her
breath.
"Let's try for a combined clitoral and vaginal orgasm," said Dan.
"What's that?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Something I learned in California at a spa where they taught Tantric Yoga.
It's a form of yoga that focuses on enhancing sexual pleasure, especially for
the woman," said Dan.
"Go ahead, what do I do," asked Anna Estelle?
"Relax, answer my questions."
"All right."
Dan inserted a finger in Anna Estelle's vagina. He carefully felt along the
walls of her vagina until he located an area where the surface was a little
rougher and thicker than the surrounding tissue.
"How does that feel," asked Dan using the ball of his finger to gently rub the
spot in a circular motion.
"Good, no great," responded Anna Estelle.
"Better than this," asked Dan rubbing another spot nearby.
"Not as good, the other place is so sensual, it's as if my brain and that
other place are wired together," said Anna Estelle.
"That's your G-spot or Grafenberg Spot. The trick is to stimulate your
clitoris and your G-spot at the same time in order to induce a combined orgasm.
It's been a while since I've done this. Just relax and think your sexiest
thoughts while I try to work a little magic here," said Dan.
Dan pushed back Anna Estelle's clitoral hood with the side of his little
finger. He pressed it back with enough pressure to cause the clitoris to
protrude slightly forward. He used the thumb of that hand to lightly flick the
very tip of her clit. Dan spent some minutes alternating between licking and
flicking Anna Estelle's clit until it had darkened in color and was slightly
erectile. Anna Estelle responded by moaning and tensing her legs each time he
stimulated her clit.
"It's like I'm having little mini-climaxes that keep exploding in my brain,"
said Anna Estelle.
"That's good, you have excellent reactions and your clitoris is
hyper-sensitive. Just stay relaxed and let the mini-orgasms flow. Fantasize
you're bicycling up and down very small hills. You pedal up the hill, have a
moment of weightlessness at the top then glide down to repeat the process. It's
never ending.
Dan slipped two fingers of his other hand into Anna Estelle's vagina. He
oriented them to apply a small amount of pressure upward. He moved them slowly
in the circle around the edges of her G-spot. He felt the muscles that
controlled her bladder and vaginal floor start to contract then release then
contract again.
I haven't lost my touch thought Dan. I suppose it's like riding a bicycle.
"Now, Anna, when you start to cum, just relax and let it keep sweeping over
you in waves. Don't crash and burn at the start. Relax into it and make it
last," said Dan sensing that Anna Estelle vaginal contractions and forced
shallow breaths meant she was almost there.
Moments later, Anna Estelle inhaled deeply. Dan saw the sheet of her abdomen
muscles expand to accommodate the air then tighten violently to expel it. The
walls of her vagina contracted to grip his fingers as she raised her shoulders
up off the lounger.
"Another deep breath, then another, ride your orgasm, don't let it throw you
off, breathe and cum, then breathe and cum again," whispered Dan as he worked
his fingers to continue Anna Estelle's stimulation.
Dan took Anna Estelle to the top of an orgasmic plateau and kept her there for
several minutes. Finally, unable to sustain the intense pleasure any longer,
Anna Estelle threw her entire body into a final orgasmic convulsion.
Dan stopped his stimulation as he watched Anna Estelle's body twist back and
forth on the lounger. When she finally stopped and rested, Dan crawled forward
to lay his naked body on her. He lightly kissed her eyes, nose, and lips. Anna
Estelle lay still for several minutes finally she spoke.
"That was so wonderful. I didn't know the human body was capable of that level
of pleasure," said Anna Estelle as she kissed Dan then slowly licked his lips.
They both rested a moment while taking another drink of cognac. Dan decided it
was time for him to cum.
"I'm going to lay down on the chaise lounge on my back. You can suck my cock."
"I've never sucked a man's cock before. Yesterday, Maria Consuela and I
watched a DVD that you bought Candace. It was called "The Joy of Sex". It was
very instructive. I remember the prime directive," said Anna Estelle.
"And that was," asked Dan?
"Keep your teeth away."
"Excellent advice," said Dan pleased that he was getting some benefit from the
purchase of the DVDs.
Dan reclined on the lounger placing his legs over the arms to make himself
completely accessible.
"You have a beautiful cock. I've been thinking about all day," said Anna
Estelle.
"Its yours to enjoy. I'm so aroused I'm going to cum pretty quick," said Dan.
"I want to swallow every drop," said Anna Estelle.
The music changed to George and Ira Gershwin's "S'Wonderful" as Anna Estelle's
tongue went to work on the head of Dan's cock. She was sucking his cock like an
expert. Her fingers were gently massaging his balls as her tongue and mouth
worked his shaft.
Dan turned out to be correct about being aroused. Although he tried to control
himself, he quickly released what felt like a full mouthful of sperm into Anna
Estelle. He watched as her throat motion signaled that she was swallowing his
jism.
"That was delicious," said Anna Estelle.
"Let's eat each other's ass. You said you liked anal. I'll be on bottom. Let's
get in the sixty-nine position and do some butt munching. Dan was later to
conclude that Anna Estelle was pretty much ready to work her way through the
Kama Sutra if Dan had the time and stamina.
After some fine-tuning using the lounger's adjustable headrest, Dan found
Anna Estelle's anus within comfortable reach of his mouth. Dan sucked and licked
Anna Estelle's anus until it became slippery with saliva and relaxed enough to
open easily.
Dan wet his first finger, placed it at the center of Anna Estelle's butt hole
and gave a slight push sinking in to the third knuckle.
"Oh yes, oh yes, that feels wonderful, I knew I'd like it my ass," whispered
Anna Estelle. She responded by bending her head down to lick across his rectum
and then pushed a wet finger into his sphincter. She quickly withdrew her finger
and sucked on the open sphincter. Dan let out a moan a pleasure and moved his
legs wider and upward so Anna Estelle could have better access to his butt hole.
She devoted her mouth to his butt hole as her hand kept stroking his cock.
"I'm going to climax," said Anna Estelle as she started to rub her cunt
against his mouth. Dan was licking her clit while the fingers of one hand moved
in and out her asshole. The fingers of his other hand were once again inside her
vagina probing her G-spot. All of a sudden Anna Estelle's body jerked and
contorted as a powerful orgasm shook her frame. Dan felt warm pussy juice flow
into his mouth and he swallowed it. He released his own sperm into Anna
Estelle's mouth. When his first spurt of semen entered her mouth, he felt her
suck harder to get the next.
They climaxed for several seconds then lay still. She slowly changed positions
to where her face was directly over his. She moved to where her mouth was inches
from his.
"Do you want to share it?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Yes," responded Dan as he opened his mouth. Anna Estelle parted her lips and
a large glob of semen and saliva slowly dripped into Dan's mouth. Anna Estelle
leaned down and kissed him using her tongue to play with the cum inside Dan's
mouth.
They lay on the chaise holding each other for a few minutes before Dan spoke.
"You know what I want to do next?"
"No, but anything you want I'll do."
"I want to go inside to the bedroom and engage in some serious fucking. I want
you to suck me hard again. Then I want to screw you in the missionary position,
and then dog style, then you can get on top in the cowgirl position, then we do
reverse cowgirl. I want to screw you every way I can think of.
"Let's go," said Anna Estelle climbing off him.
They fucked until Dan climaxed three more times and fatigue forced him to
quit. He had an early morning meeting with the Chief Financial Officer and he
had to get some rest. Anna Estelle would have continued screwing all night. Dan
had to promise Anna Estelle he would give her anal tomorrow night when Bernice
was there. With that promise, she curled up against him and went sound asleep.
Dan took a few minutes to fall asleep. He thought about the recent changes.
"Man, I think I've died and gone to heaven. I said a thousand prayers for God to
improve my love life and finally I'm answered and how. I just got my brains
fucked out by a gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl. Tomorrow night, Bernice
Creswell will be here for a three way involving a little sado-masochism.
Something I always wanted to try as an adult and wouldn't have dared suggested
to the pre-Zed-316 Candace. My life has definitely taken a turn for the better.
Hell, I'm even up for a promotion at work. I just hope this election thing works
out for Candace. I don't see how she's going to do it but I'm beginning to
believe she's capable of anything."
The next morning when the alarm sounded at 6:00AM, Dan quickly turned it off.
When he looked over at the other side of the king size bed, he saw that Candace
was on the far side holding Anna Estelle in the spoon position. Both women were
naked and Candace's hand was on Anna Estelle's breast. Sometime during the
night, Briana had climbed in bed between him and Anna Estelle and little Briana
was curled up against Anna Estelle. What was a little surprising to Dan was that
Briana was also naked. When he had looked in on her after he got home last
night, she was wearing her sleeper pajamas. He slowly got out of bed, trying
hard not to disturb the three sleeping females. He saw Briana's pajamas lying on
the floor at the foot of the bed. Briana must have seen the two women sleeping
naked and decided to imitate them. The three naked women were uncovered lying
there in each other's arms.
In the morning sunlight filtering through the shades, they were a beautiful
sight worthy of painting by a Renaissance artist. Candace looked absolutely
lionesque with an incredible aura of beauty and power. Anna Estelle was a
stunningly attractive young girl and little Briana the infant that one-day would
be a woman herself. Dan resisted the urge to get his digital camera and make a
photograph. But it was a sight that he hoped always to remember.
Chapter 13 - Congressman Mike
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"We've got competition," said Ron Worthington as he hurriedly entered
Congressman Mike Harrington's office in the Rayburn Building. The Congressman
was relaxing and didn't appreciate the interruption. He had just got out of a
meeting of the House Energy and Commerce Committee that he chaired.
God that committee meeting was boring shit and now Ron's got a hair up his ass
thought Representative Michael Westford Harrington as Ron barged into his
office. If I ever have to listen to another three hours of testimony from that
stupid Sierra Club asshole, I may give up my committee chairmanship. Nothing
less exciting than listening to a dickhead reciting a bunch of bullshit figures
about the need for renewable energy. Stupid bastard. Didn't he know that oil was
renewable? All you had to do was pump more out of the ground.
"What the fuck you talking about?" Mike irritably asked his Chief of Staff.
Ron had been with Mike since they first arrived in Washington twenty-two years
ago. Lately, Mike had been thinking of replacing Ron with someone younger, maybe
someone who looked good in a short skirt and had a nice set of tits.
"Last Friday, a Candace Williams of Lynnfield delivered the required 10,000
signatures to qualify for the primary ballot. Billy Calder said her paperwork
was perfect. There was nothing that he could disqualify her for. Billy seemed
very impressed with Mrs. Williams."
"I hope he wasn't too impressed to forget who got his worthless ass his
do-nothing $120,000 job with the Election Commission. Maybe some of the
signatures are dead, fake, or aren't registered voters. That's how we always got
our names."
"Actually, she delivered 15,000 signatures in case there were any problems.
Bill said they did their usual spot check and it was one hundred percent
correct. Unless, Billy finds something wrong and he doesn't think he will, she's
on the ballot."
"Collecting 15,000 signatures isn't that easy and cost money. She must have
someone behind her. Maybe it's the Republicans trying to pull a fast one."
"I made some calls. I talked to Horace Trimble and Toby Reese in Wakefield.
Toby admitted to signing her petition. He said for me to tell you he was sorry
about that. Toby was in Martha Lou's Coffee Shop sitting in his usual booth
eating breakfast like he does every morning. By the way, he said Mary Lou hired
a high school girl to waitress during the breakfast rush and she has the finest
little ass you ever did see."
"Get on with it," said Mike in exasperation. Mike was pissed that he might
actually have to spend time back in his district campaigning.
"Right, well these two biker types came into Martha Lou's sat down in his
booth and asked him to sign."
"And the fucking fool did? Why didn't he tell them to kiss his ass?"
"Toby said that while they were polite as could be; he got the impression that
if he didn't sign, they were going to take him out in the alley and beat the
shit out of him. Toby said he hoped you'd understand."
"Yea, you tell that little weasel that the next time he needs a favor that he
can kiss my butt on Wakefield Common after he has two days to draw a crowd. But
if this Candace Williams is working with bikers, she's got to be dirty."
"Yea, something doesn't add up. Here's what we know from her public relations
kit. Candace Williams is twenty seven, married and the mother of a five year old
daughter, Briana."
"Briana, what kind of fucking name is that?"
"It's a popular one these days. Her husband, Daniel S. Williams is a senior
corporate accountant at Raytheon. They're devout Catholics. Both attend St.
Marks in Lynnfield. They go to Mass every Sunday and Candace has been active in
the life of the church according to Father Elliot, he's the pastor of St. Marks.
I gave him a call."
"Father Elliot know any dirt on her," asked Mike?
"Mike, he's her priest."
"I know that. He may have heard something at confession."
"Mike, there are rules against divulging what discussed in the confessional."
"Old Father Brannon would have told us. He loved to talk about what the ladies
told him. It was a helluva way to find out whose wife was spreading her pussy
around. He used to have a hooker named Jolene who would come in every week and
list the names of all the Johns she'd screwed since her last confession."
"Father Brannon was an alcoholic and he only ran his mouth when he was drunk
which was most of the time. Father Elliot is young and straight as an arrow.
Here's what Father Elliot says about Candace Williams and I quote: She is
dedicated and devout. She works hard on church projects. She is giving of her
time. She's a wonderful mother. She's a beautiful person inside and out. All in
all, a credit to the Roman Catholic Church."
"Sounds to me like he's fucking her. What does she look like?"
"She's hot but I don't think she fucking her priest. He says good things about
her husband, too. I had this overnighted. It's part of her publicity package."
Ron handed a packet of photographs across the desk to the Congressman.
"Lordy, Lordy, That is one good looking piece of ass, she's too pretty to have
any brains, probably fucked her way through life, spreads her leg to get what
she wants."
"She graduated Magna Cum Laude from Georgetown. She has a law degree but never
practiced. Passed the bar on her first try, highest score by the way. I checked
at Georgetown, almost a four-point average. And I almost forgot, Father Elliot
says she speaks several foreign languages fluently."
"Shit, what's wrong with English? That's the trouble these days. Country's
full of fucking foreigners," said Mike.
"That gives her an edge with some of the ethnic voters in the district," said
Ron.
"All right, so she's wholesome, pretty, and smart. She can talk to the Latinos
in their own lingo. That don't mean anybody's going to vote for her to be their
congressman. Voters in the 12th don't want a cunt representing them."
"I'm not saying we should push the panic button. I am suggesting that we pay
some attention to the district, make some extra trips back home and stay on top
of this Candace Williams."
"I'd sure like to get on top of her and let her suck some Congressional dick."
Mike rubbed his cock while looking at Candace's picture. He felt just a small
tinge of soreness that caused him to smile when he recalled why it was sore. "I
bet there's some great looking tits under that blouse."
"I want to put McNally on it. He can nose around and see if he can find
anything we can use. It's kind of odd. It's like she came from nowhere," said
Ron ignoring Mike's last comment.
"Shit, Ron, you're overreacting as usual. We've seen this before, happened
about eight years ago. Some housewife gets bored with staying at home all day.
She decides she can win an election. Then reality sets in and they run off with
their tail between their legs. McNally isn't cheap. Are you sure that's
necessary?"
"Better safe than sorry, there's something about this that bothers me,"
"Okay, have it your way, waste some money. If we're done here, send that new
intern in, the one that just arrived. I promised her a personal orientation to
the life of a Congressman."
"I sent Cindy over to the Capital with Jeff. He was going to show her around,
get her oriented."
"Yea, I know how Jeff like to orient a new intern. I bet right now, she's
learning what it takes to make his dick hard."
"She's a hottie as they say and all you have to do is ask. Old Jeff did seem
anxious to get her alone. They should be back soon. I'll send her in as soon as
they return," said Ron as he reached across Mike's desk for Candace William's
publicity packet.
"Leave it. I want to study my opposition in the next election. Mention to
McNally that we're interested in some candid shots of Williams, maybe a crotch
shot of her climbing out of her car would be nice. We could spread those
around."
"I'll tell McNally," said Ron as he turned to leave.
"Fucking Ron is losing it, getting to be as nervous as a whore in church. I
need someone who's more in tune with today's trends, someone who doesn't shit
his pants when some cunt decides to run for office. Someone who looks like her
would be just right. Of course, I'd insist she wore a shorter skirt." Mike was
thinking out loud as he looked at the photo of Candace Williams looking quietly
elegant in a navy pin stripe suit.
Mike ran his hand over his cock as he thought how it would feel for the
smiling Mrs. Williams to be sucking him off.
"Yep, taking the old Harrington special right down to the balls and drawing
out the elixir I keep for those special occasions. Funny, I don't usually get
this worked up for someone as old as you, honey, but I'll make an exception in
your case. If you really want to come to DC and learn what it takes to be a
Congressman, I might be the man to show you," laughed Mike staring hard at the
picture of Candace.
"I got to make some changes, get my office staff updated. Ron needs to go,
Jeff too, He knows I'm supposed to break in the new interns but what does he do?
Takes her over to the House where he probably got her in one of those closets
with her skirt up around her waist and his cock working her tight hole. That's
my job around here. At least to be the first," thought Mike.
Mike's mind returned to last weekend. Sam Reynolds of Reynolds Energy had
picked him up Friday afternoon at Regan National in his corporate jet. No wonder
his dick was sore. How many women had he and Sam fucked? First there was Myrna,
Sam's administrative assistant. They did her on the plane. I wonder where Sam
gets them. He said she was only twenty-four, a Harvard MBA. I suppose she was
the ambitious type, ready to do whatever it takes to move up the corporate
ladder.
She was a hot one, serving drinks buck-naked with that shaved pussy, even
letting the crew see her that way. Myrna had started by sucking him off while he
and Sam watched porno on the bulkhead screen.
I wonder if they teach cock sucking as part of Harvard's MBA program. Myrna
hadn't held back anything. Mike squirmed in his office chair as he recalled the
feeling of Myrna's tongue opening up his butthole. Bitch swallowed my load like
it was Mother's Milk. You spend $200,000 on a girl's education and all you get
is a smarter whore.
God those energy company CEO's knew how to enjoy life. Between National and
Miami International, it had taken almost four hours in Reynolds' Gulf Stream.
Myra had first sucked him off and fucked him twice, no three times. He had
definitely dropped four loads of jism in the little Miss MBA. He and Sam had
done a three way with her.
"Put it in her ass, she loves it in her shitter, Mike" Sam had urged and Mike
had done just that. Myrna had certainly turned out to be a crowd pleaser. Mike
thought about the scene on Sam's plane. The three of them on the big bed with
the screen showing the raunchiest porn Mike had seen in a while, women fucking
dogs and sucking horse cock.
Right before they landed, Myrna had been doing something she called a "reverse
double penetration cowgirl". Mike was lying on his back. Myrna was on top. She
straddled him facing his feet with Mike's cock deep in her shit hole. Skinny
little Sam was between Mike's legs with his cock buried in Myrna's snatch. Every
time Sam stroked, Mike could feel it in his dick.
That's what I need a staff that understands all about reverse double
penetration cowgirl thought Mike. Ron knows blowjobs and fucking missionary
style and that's the limits of his knowledge. I bet he's already pronged the new
intern with his usual suave bend over my desk for a quickie technique. Horace
said this Cindy was hot as a Mexican firecracker. He said she was up for
anything including ass fucking. Now that's my idea of a congressional intern.
Mike's thought returned to the weekend causing his cock to stir. Things had
gotten even more interesting after they left Myrna and the plane at the airport
and took a limousine to Sam's yacht, The Kilowatt Hour. After they boarded, Mike
had fallen asleep in his cabin. All the booze and screwing caused him to sleep
like a baby. The yacht had crossed the Florida Strait over night. Next morning,
Sam woke to find the yacht anchored in the cove of some small-uninhabited
Caribbean island near Cuba. Mike and Sam were still eating breakfast when
Darlene and the six girls arrived on a cabin cruiser. Sam had said he had
something special planned and he wasn't exaggerating.
"Girls" was highly accurate in this case. The oldest, Patrice, could have been
more than fourteen and the youngest Debbie was maybe ten. Sam took three girls
and he took three for Saturday and then they swapped on Sunday. The girls called
Darlene "Momma" although none of the six were actually related to her as far as
Mike knew.
The first day he had Patrice, Linda, and Debbie as his little daughters.
Darlene had told the girls to entertain their "Daddy" and they certainly minded
her. It was all part of the incest role-play that Darlene specialized in. Mike
remembered how it felt to be seated on deck sunning himself in a chaise stark
naked with three little girls in his lap. The hot Caribbean sun was overhead. It
started with the little girls asking him to help them take off their tiny little
bikinis. It was hard to imagine anything better than that.
They sat with their little naked bottoms in his lap calling him daddy and
playing with his cock. None of them had any tits to speak of. Patrice, the
oldest, had little puffy boobs but Linda and Debbie hadn't yet sprouted. No
pussy hair either just totally hairless little cunts that tasted like some sort
of raspberry douche they used.
At first it had been playful. The three had brought coloring books and they
got out crayons and opened to the first page. It was the first hardcore coloring
book, Mike had ever seen.
"Daddy, will you help me color?" asked Debbie in her little girl's voice. Mike
had done a double take when he looked at the picture of a big man sticking his
cock in the pussy of a very young girl.
"Where did you get this?"
"Momma Darlene got it for me. Are you going to put your penis in me like he's
doing?"
"You better believe it sweetheart," responded Mike feeling his cock harden at
the prospect.
"Will this fit in my tiny hole?" asked Debbie holding on to Mike's cock as she
showed him her opening.
"We're going to make it fit."
"Can I kiss it first?" asked Debbie.
"Yes, you can and Daddy wants to kiss your little pussy too."
So it had gone all afternoon. Mike had screwed the three little girls as often
as they could get him hard. And that had been more often than it had been in a
long while. Not that Mike didn't consider himself a stud but he was fifty-eight
years old and carrying a few extra pounds. By mid afternoon, he and the three
girls curled up in his cabin for a nap.
That night for dinner, Darlene had dressed the girls up to look even younger.
Debbie reminded Mike of the early Shirley Temple movies that he watched on AMC
and that gave him such a roaring hard-on. Mike recalled how he could start
masturbating when Shirley started singing 'The Good Ship Lollipop" and blow his
load by the time Shirley finished. Linda closely resembled Darla, Spankys'
girlfriend on the Little Rascals, another one that gave Mike an instant hard on.
Darlene organized a game while they ate dinner. Between courses the girls
would get under the table and suck Sam and Mike's cocks. They had to guess which
girl was sucking him. The girls thought it was great fun and giggled when Sam
and Mike guessed wrong.
After dinner, Darlene dressed the three older girls up in leather dominatrix
costumes. The younger girls were ordered to strip and then handcuffed to the
deck railings. Then the dominatrix got out little whips and went to work on
their friend's butts. Mike swore it was the biggest turn on he had ever
witnessed. Watching a twelve year old dressed up like Mistress Alexandra laying
a whip across the tiny pink butt of a ten-year was a whole new sexual dimension
for Mike. He kept thinking he was going to cum just watching.
Then Patrice offered her whip to Mike and he found himself swatting Debbie's
red rear while Linda sucked his cock. He did manage to slip his cock into Debbie
before he came.
Next day, he had switched with Sam and spent Sunday playing daddy to Annie,
Terri, and Lacy. Although Lacy was the youngest of the three, she loved having a
dick in her little twat. She squirmed and moaned and pumped her little pussy
every time Mike got his cock inside it.
As Mike was resting with the three girls curled up around him, he thought
about his own daughter, Lee Ann. The first time he ever screwed Lee Ann was when
she was a sophomore in high school. The little slut had gone to a party after
the football game and gotten drunk. She and her best friend, Tracy, had gotten
home about 2 in the morning making a lot of noise. Mike woke up but Nora, his
wife, was deep in her Xanax induced sleep.
When he looked in on Lee Ann she was sprawled across her bed. Tracy was in the
other twin bed. They had left the bedroom light on, probably too drunk to turn
it off. Both girls were still clothed in their cheerleader's uniform lying on
top of the bedspread. When he looked closer at Lee Ann, he saw that her skirt
was hiked up and she didn't seem to be wearing any panties. He moved closer to
the side of the bed and reached down and pulled the short skirt higher. There it
was. Lee Ann's cunt was shaved and it was glistening wet. There was semen
smeared on her pussy lips. Mike took a finger and gently rubbed it along her
slit. He put it to his nose and smelled pussy and cum.
"The little slut had got herself fucked. I wonder if it was that black
football player she's been wetting herself over, " thought Mike. "God, what's
this world coming to when white girls from respectable families go crazy over
nigger dick."
Mike looked over at Tracy. She was snoring on the other bed. He lifted her
skirt. There was another pussy showing signs of serious pecker tracks. He turned
back to Lee Ann and moved his finger deeper into her gash.
"Fuck me again, Earl," moaned Lee Ann in her sleep. Lee Ann spread her legs
wider. Mike remembered that Earl was the football player's name. Mike reached in
his pajama bottoms and felt his hardening cock.
"She's too drunk to wake up. I'll just get me a piece and nobody will be the
wiser. Mike moved onto the bed positioning himself between Lee Ann's legs. He
moved slow as he leaned forward and slipped the head of his dick into the wet
hole that had certainly seen its share of cock that night. Mike lowered himself
as he pushed into Lee Ann's vagina. It was wet and hot. Mike quietly pumped away
until he unloaded his jism to mix with Earl's and God knows whom else.
The next day Mike thought he was home free when he saw Lee Ann and Tracy
drinking coffee and nursing a hangover. The little bitches looked like they'd
had their brains fucked out. They greeted him like nothing had happened. Nora
was pissed the girls had gotten in past their curfew. It was later in the day;
Nora was out shopping, when Lee Ann had come in the living room, popped into his
lap and dropped her bombshell.
"I'll be sixteen on July 15 and I can drive," said Lee Ann putting her arms
around Mike's neck and giving him a kiss that was just a little warmer than
their normal father and daughter kiss.
"I was thinking of giving you your Mother's car. It's only three years old,
she's kept it in good shape," said Mike.
"No, I've decided on one of those Audi TT roadsters in red. Oh, and I want the
convertible. Mom can keep her Volvo."
"That's a $40,000 car. That's a little much for some one in high school, don't
you think?"
"Not for some one who let her daddy fuck her last night."
"I didn't do any such thing. I just came in to check on you and Tracy. You
made enough noise to wake the dead. That's a terrible thing to say about your
father."
"We did get a little drunk. It was a keg party. Tracy saw you by the way. She
was hopping you were going to do her after you did me."
"You girls were drunk. You just imagined it. When I was a sophomore in high
school, fifteen was considered too young to drink."
"I'm too young to drink but not too young to screw."
"I said you imagined that."
"All right, when Mom gets home I'll tell her what you did. I'll have Tracy
come over and say she saw you."
"No, don't do that. You were just so pretty lying there. You didn't have any
panties on."
"I know. Darryl kept them."
"I thought you were with Earl."
"I was but Earl wanted me to screw Darryl because he made a key block for Earl
in Friday's game. Earl ran sixty five yards for a touch down."
"You let Earl give you to Darryl to screw. God, my daughter's developed a
taste for nigger dick."
"Sure after he screwed me first. They say once you go black, you never go
back."
"So you let two black football players screw you last night."
"Yes, along with the other linemen, Earl promised the seven lineman they could
fuck me if he gained over 200 yards. He gained 225 yards against Salem and
scored three touchdowns," said Lee Ann.
"My God, my daughter is a tramp," said Mike.
"Yes, a daddy fucking tramp just like her Mother," said Lee Ann.
"Your Mother never did anything like that. Her father was a judge," said Mike.
"Sorry to disillusion you about Grandfather Peterson, but Mom got drunker than
usual the night of his wake. She sobbed out the entire story about how her
father fucked her from the time she was eleven until he died last fall," said
Lee Ann.
"That's ridiculous, Judge Avery Peterson was as fine a gentleman as I've ever
met," said Mike.
"Not according to Mom. She told me that every Thursday afternoon until right
before he had his heart attack, he made her come to an apartment he kept over in
Revere Beach. He'd make her do things like dress up as a prostitute. She says
he took pictures of her naked, screwing with dildos. Sometimes there was that
friend of his, Sam Knight, and she had to screw them both. Mom told me she was
glad he was dead because he'd told her to start bring me on Thursday once school
vacation started, " said Lee Ann reaching down to put her hand on Mike's cock.
"My God, I always thought he was straight as they come, Avery Petersen was a
member of the Supreme Council of the Knights of Columbus," said Mike.
"Somehow I don't think Mom was lying. Mom still thinks her little Lee Ann's a
virgin. She told me that if any of the men or women in the family including you
ever so much as touched me, she'd have them arrested for rape. She's kind of
irrational about it," said Lee Ann taking a firm hold of Mike's cock through his
trousers.
"I wonder why Nora kept fucking him these years. I'm amazed she didn't tell
him to piss off once we were married," said Mike.
"That is a point I suppose she and Dr. Wells have explored," said Lee Ann.
"You think she told that dyke psychiatrist about that," said Mike.
"Yes, I do. I also think Dr. Wells has replaced Grandfather Peterson in Mom's
love life," said Lee Ann.
"Shit, I don't know what to make of all this. What does you Mom say about me?"
asked Mike.
"She told me you'd screw a greasy hole in the floor if you could get your dick
in it. She told me she hasn't fucked you in five years. Ever since she caught
you with your prick in one of your campaign worker's mouths," said Lee Ann.
"God, she even told you about that," said Mike. "She made me live in hell for
six months after she caught Minnie giving me a blowjob."
"Drunks aren't good at keeping secrets. Let's concentrate on the problem at
hand. Mainly how your going to keep Mom from learning her little angel spread
her legs last night and let Daddy put his big dick in her. Are you getting a
hard on again, Daddy?" said Lee Ann as she wiggled her bottom against Mike's
cock.
"One little fuck is going to cost me $40,000, that's a lot."
"I'll be reasonable, like mother like daughter. We can keep doing it when
Mom's not around. There's insurance and gas to pay for. I'll have to find some
way to keep paying you back," said Lee Ann as she stroked his cock through his
trousers.
"How about Tracy? Will she keep quiet? Who screwed her at the party?"
"That girl is such a slut. Half the guys at the party did her. She'll fuck
anybody. She pretended to pass out so the guys would take her upstairs and
gangbang her. Even the nerds and dykes took a turn with her. She likes you by
the way. She thinks you're distinguished. You want her?"
"I can only afford one Audi TT."
"She'll do it as a favor to me."
"And what do you have to do in return. Her daddy's dead so you can't screw
him."
"No, but her Mom is a lipstick lesbian who can't keep her hands off me. I
could do a little muff diving to pay Tracy back."
"I guess I just don't understand the young people of today," said Mike.
"Don't try, just lay back and enjoy it," said Lee Ann unzipping Mike's
trousers and reaching in to touch his cock.
Well, as long as your Mother doesn't find out anything, I think we have a
deal. Let me break it to her about the car. She'll think I've lost my mind."
"Mom's not due back for a while. You want a quick one, Daddy?"
As a matter of fact, he did. Every chance after that, Mike had screwed Lee
Ann, and occasionally Tracy and a chubby girl named Doris that Lee Ann made
friends with in her junior year of high school. All that ended when Lee Ann
finished college and married.
But it had been a hell of a weekend on Sam Reynolds's boat. Maybe the best he
had ever experienced. On Sunday afternoon, Darlene had packed up the girls,
transferred them to her cabin cruiser and drove away. Mike stood on the fantail
with Sam. The girls waved goodbye and smiled and the two men waved back.
"That was awesome, Sam, thanks a lot, it must have cost a fortune," said Mike.
"Just a token of gratitude for the friendship that we've maintained all these
years. You know how important we consider your work on the committee."
"Where'd you find Darlene and the girls?"
"That has to remain a secret. Lots of folks wouldn't understand about the
services that Darlene provides. That's why I like to meet her offshore in
international waters where the law can't reach. I can tell you that an EU
government official introduced me to Darlene at a party in Geneva."
"I'm not sure anybody will ever top this. I'm going to bed and sleep till we
get back to Miami. Everyone says kids wear you out and those certainly did a
number on me."
Mike woke up Monday morning docked at the Miami Marina. He was back in his
office by Noon. Mike knew what he was expected to deliver in return. On the
flight back, it had been all business. Myra had kept her clothes on and went
over in exacting detail the changes that Reynolds Energy wanted in HR 2104, the
bill currently under consideration by the committee that Mike chaired. Mike
planned on giving Sam what he wanted.
Mike's reverie was interrupted by a slight knock on the door.
"Mr. Harrington, Mr. Worthington said you wanted to see me," said Cindy Powers
the new intern.
"Please come in," said Mike taking a good look at the petite little curly
headed blonde that entered his office. Mike's sore pecker stirred a little. She
looked like a kid. Her hair hung in curls just like Shirley Temple's. She was
wearing a short little dress that made her look even younger than the nineteen
years written on her intern application.
Mike stood up and held out his hand as he walked toward the couch placed in
the corner of his spacious office.
"Let me start by saying Welcome to Washington. Please don't think it forward
of me but everyone has been telling me how pretty you are and I must say they
were right."
"Oh but I'm here to learn, Congressman Harrington. I just want to absorb
everything I can. I'm so grateful for the opportunity."
"Well, we're happy to have you. Jeff take you over to the Capital and show you
around."
"Yes, Mr. Simpson explained how the House operates. He showed me the ins and
outs of the Capital."
"Horace Trimble, the man you interviewed with in my Malden office said you were
very bright and talented. Did Horace explain that part of your internship
included helping me deal with the stress and strain of being a member of the
world's greatest deliberative body?" asked Mike as he placed his hand on Cindy's
bare knee.
"Yes, Mr. Trimble went over that and I'm here to help in every way I can,"
said Cindy as she put her hand on the back of Mike's and moved it further up her
leg. Cindy also squirmed a little closer causing her hem to lift further
exposing more thigh.
Cindy's mind flashed back to her interview with Horace Trimble who managed the
one-man Wakefield office that Mike Harrington maintained back in his district.
After he had gone over her application, Horace had looked at Cindy and spoke.
"Everything seems to be on order and you are certainly well qualified.
However, Congressman Harrington is looking for someone who'd be willing to
handle special duties. That includes things that fall under the heading of
entertainment and stress management. There's much more to being a Congressional
Intern than helping to make the nation's laws. You must be prepared to
facilitate the entire process. That includes dealing with the incredible
pressures that Mike Harrington is subjected to as he ponders our nation's future
laws and policies."
"I would do anything to help the Congressman. It must be terribly stressful to
legislate these days. The responsibility must be awesome. I'd welcome any
special assignments."
"You seem well qualified and your appearance matches the Congressman's
preferences. But I can't send your application to Washington until I personally
verify that you are capable of handling these special duties," said Horace as he
leaned forward and put his hand on Cindy's knee. Horace considered this the acid
test. Half of the time, the candidate would politely remove his hand and head
for the door. They might even threaten to tell the press but they never did.
After all, it was their word against his. But the other half was willing to go
to the next level.
"I understand perfectly. Just tell me what's required," said Cindy putting her
hand on top of Horace's and sliding both of them upward to the top of her thigh.
She turned around and laid a French kiss on Horace's lips that resulted in an
instant erection, something his sixty-year-old body hadn't experienced in a
decade.
It turned that that Horace's more stringent verification consisted of driving
Cindy to his nearby Wakefield home where she spent the afternoon licking Eleanor
Trimble's clit while husband Horace pounded his Viagra hardened cock in her cunt
and asshole.
Cindy's mind returned to the present, as Mike Harrington said, "Why don't you
show me that pretty figure of yours. I've been dying to see what's under that
little dress you're wearing."
Cindy stood up, unzipped her Size 2 dress and pulled it over her head. She had
small boobs and wasn't wearing a bra. She slipped out of her thong panties.
Cindy spun around to show off her body.
"Are you sure you're nineteen? You look like a little girl, no more than
fifteen."
"Nineteen last April but everybody says I look younger."
"You are truly a beautiful child. Any more like you at home?"
"I have two sisters, one older and one younger. My older sister is actually a
half sister. Her daddy played in the NFL. She's competes as a body builder.
She's over six feet tall not a little shrimp like me."
"How about your younger sister?"
"Amanda is only eleven. But she's already won several beauty pageants. She's a
whole lot prettier than me."
"It's hard to believe anybody could be prettier than you. Have you got a
picture of Amanda I could see?"
"I keep one in my folder so I can show it to everybody. I'm so proud of her,"
said Cindy as she walked over to the chair that the legal size leather folder
rested on. She took out a five by eight photo of a girl named Amanda Blake who
was the illegitimate daughter of one of the Amazons and handed it to Mike. The
photo was of Amanda competing in the talent portion of the Little Miss New
England contest. Amanda was exquisite and actually the winner of several beauty
pageants. She was dressed up in a ball gown modeled after an adult fashion. The
dress was slit to the waist and one leg was bared. Amanda was made up like an
adult.
"She's beautiful, not as pretty as you of course." Mike could feel his cock
stirring as he looked at the photo.
"She wants to be a model."
"I'd like to meet her, and your Mom too, of course. Maybe the next time, I'm
back home, we can all get together."
"Could we really. We'd all be so thrilled, especially Amanda. When I told her
I was going to intern for you, Amanda wanted to come too. She knows you're our
Congressman. She thinks you're cool."
"Well, let's plan on it next time I can find a spare moment and get back to
the district," said Mike as he reluctantly handed back Amanda's picture to
Cindy.
Cindy put the photo away then came back to kneel between Mike's legs.
"You've had a hard day. Just let me do all the work," said Cindy as she
started unbuckling Mike's trousers. She pulled trousers and boxer shorts down
then took his cock in her mouth and started to lick the head concentrating on
the underside and the piss slit. Mike took a deep breath and relaxed back into
the couch.
Mike was thinking one person he didn't want to replace was Horace Trimble, not
when Horace could select people like Cindy who sucked cock like a $2000 a night
hooker and who had an adorable little sister that he just might get his hands
on.
Cindy got Mike hard as she worked from his balls to cock working a wet finger
in and out of his asshole.
"You want me to swallow it or do you want to drop your load in my pussy?"
"Pussy," breathed Mike.
Cindy stepped up on the couch and pushed her cunt against Mike's face. He
licked her clit a few times while he held on to her butt. After a few licks,
Cindy lowered her body using one hand to guide Mike's cock into her vagina. Mike
leaned forward and started sucking on her nipple as she started to raise and
lower herself on Mike's cock contracting her cunt muscles just as her mother
taught her. She kissed Mike several times and reached behind her to massage
Mike's balls as she fucked him. In a brief time, Mike climaxed in Cindy's cunt.
Cindy got down on her knees and licked the Congressman's dick clean.
Several hours later and back in her apartment, Cindy picked up the secure cell
phone and dialed a number. A female voice answered "Hello" and Cindy responded.
"Hi sis, its me."
"Let me put you on the speakerphone. There's someone else here who wants to
hear about your first day," said Rhonda.
"Where are you?" asked Cindy.
"My bedroom, Candace and I are taking a break from the campaign."
"Oh I wish I was there, Hello Candace, you've got to promise me a three way
next time I'm in Boston."
"Consider it a promise. How did your first day go?"
"Great if you like sucking off fifty year old men."
"Tell us all about it," said Rhonda.
"You said I'd be the office slut and were you ever right. The very first thing
this morning as soon as I walk in the door, Ron Worthington, the Chief of Staff,
takes me into his office, orders me to pull up my skirt and bend over his desk.
He starts talking on the phone as he unzips, moves my thong aside, spits on it
and slips it in. I didn't even get a hug. He gives me maybe five good strokes,
drops his load and tells me to leave, all the while talking to his wife about
what college his daughter is going to attend next fall. I have a strange feeling
that my day is usually going to start with me giving Ron a quick one on his
desk."
"That's what our Intel reported. Sounds very erotic, what happened next?"
asked Candace.
"I filed papers and documents all morning. The office is a shambles, very
disorganized or is that unorganized. After lunch, the Assistant Chief of Staff,
Jeff Turner, takes me on a tour of the Capital. He did show me around and tell
me how everything works. Then he took me into a storage closet and screwed me
after I blew him. While he was fucking me, he makes a call on his cell phone.
The next thing I know this old guy comes into the storage closet and I'm
expected to fuck him as soon as Jeff loses his load. It turns out the old guy is
Congressman Ashburn; somebody that Harrington owes a favor. Anyway Congressman
Ashburn only wanted a blowjob and that went pretty quick in spite of the fact
that he must be in his seventies. He asked for a snowball and I gave him back
his spunk so he could swallow it."
"The life of an intern certainly has its moments," said Rhonda.
"I wish I was there with you two slowly eating your pussies."
"Next time I promise, how about the Congressman?" asked Candace.
"He was my end of day lover. I gave him a blowjob and then a fuck. Congressman
Mike could stand to loose a few pounds. It's hard to work around his big belly
and keep his cock inside you, plus he sweats like a pig."
"Did you get the equipment installed?" asked Candace.
"I planted the bugs early this morning. One pickup is under the overhang of
his desk. The other is behind the couch. I checked them as soon as I got back to
the apartment. They work great. I'll email the audio file where Ron announces to
the Congressman that you're running. It's hysterical. The Congressman wants to
fuck you by the way. He did everything but stroke it when Ron showed him your
picture."
"Glad to know he taking me seriously. Did you get a chance to show him
Amanda?" asked Candace.
"Yes, I did and the rumors are definitely true. He practically dropped a load
on Amanda's picture. He wants to meet her next time he's in Boston."
"Good, I'll alert Lois Blake. She'll have Amanda ready when we need her," said
Rhonda.
"Sounds like you've done a great job on your first day," said Candace.
"Day's not quite over. Trudy Knox, one of the senior staffers has invited me
to dinner. Trudy seems to be one of the few people in the office that actually
does any work. I smell dyke but I'm ready for a little pussy eating after all
the geriatric sperm I've swallowed today. Trudy's not too bad either, late
forties, decent body from what I can tell."
"At least this time, you're getting dinner along with being screwed," said
Candace.
"Correct, why do dykes buy you dinner first where men just tell you to bend
over and grab your ankles?" asked Cindy.
"That's because we dykes are basically nice people where men are pigs," said
Rhonda.
"Well, enjoy dinner and dessert and we'll stay in touch," said Candace.
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I'm going to hurl thought Hoover as he returned to consciousness with an
overwhelming desire to puke. He quickly reconsidered when he realized there was
a piece of duct tape across his mouth. He'd heard of guys choking to death on
their own vomit. Hoover swallowed it back, a task made more difficult by his
hanging upside down.
Calm yourself, McNally; get your guts under control. What the fuck happened?
Where the hell am I? Breathe slowly through my nose Hoover told himself.
Hoover always thought of himself as a tough guy. He had the credentials. He
had done a hitch in the Marines and later been a cop in Revere for ten years.
After he got bounced from the force, Hover had spent the last ten years working
as a private investigator. People who needed some dirt on a spouse, business
associate or a union organizer knew that McNally Investigations could be
expected to supply the right kind of information. However, Hoover's current
situation didn't look good. Hoover reminded himself that he turned forty-two
last month, and right now he didn't feel all that tough.
There was tape wrapped around his head covering his eyes and there was cotton
or something like it under the tape so it was "darker than the inside of a well
digger's ass" as Hoover old man would have expressed it.
After a few more moments of returning consciousness, Hoover's other senses
provided further details about his predicament. He was hung upside down
suspended by his ankles. There was some kind of wide leather cuff wrapped around
each ankle. His legs were spread wider than his waist and there was something
maybe a wooden bar that kept them exactly that distance apart.
Hoover was gently swinging back and forth. His arms were tied behind his back
causing his shoulders to ach. There was a slight breeze possibly from an air
duct located somewhere above him. The feeling of cool air blowing across his
nuts served to inform Hoover that he was completely naked.
There was one more sensation that Hoover wished he didn't have. There was
something in his ass and it went all the way up inside his guts. He felt like it
ended above his navel. There was a painful cramp coming from deep in his bowels.
Someone had put something long and large up in Hoover's colon and that did not
portend that good things were about to happen.
Hoover recalled how he and his partner, Tony Camarilla, on the Revere PD had
once caught two niggers beating the shit out of a white drug dealer who was one
of their informants. He and Tony had handcuffed the two butts up, bent over a
stair railing. Tony was a character and he loved a joke. He pulled down the
bottoms of their $200 running suits exposing their black asses to the ceiling.
"You keep them here, I'll be right back," yelled Tony as he skipped down the
stairs. Tony ran over to a bodega and returned with two jumbo-sized cucumbers.
Hoover recalled how the spades screamed when Tony shoved that cucumber all the
way up their asses. He used a billy club to drive that cuke about ten inches
deep. He and Tony had laughed their heads off watching the two coons walk off
bent over, moaning, and holding their guts. Hoover later heard the staff at Mass
General's ER couldn't quit laughing either as they removed the cucumbers on the
operating table.
Outside of a few female fingers and a strap-on dildo, he once talked his ex
wife into trying on him; Hoover's rectum was virgin territory until now.
Having concluded he was not in a good situation and there was not a damn
thing he could do about it, Hoover decided to occupy his mind by recalling how
he had gotten in this fix in the first place. It started when Ron Worthington
called looking for a report on Candace Williams by the end of the week.
"Find out everything you can. We heard that Bikers helped her gather the
signatures for her election petition. There's got to be something funny about
her," said Ron.
"Cost you $2,000 a day plus expenses," replied Hoover.
"Bullshit, that's retail and we don't pay retail. I know you work for less,"
replied Ron.
"Business is good lately. I'll have to re-prioritize, $2,000 or get someone
else," said Hoover running a bluff. He wasn't all that busy.
"All right, I don't have time to find anyone else. Bill us $2500 a day and
I'll expect $500 back in cash when I see you next," said Ron.
Hoover had never had any problem with kickbacks so he agreed to Ron's request.
Ron had also mentioned that Mike Harrington seemed to have a thing for Candidate
Williams and any candid photographs would be appreciated.
"What does that perverted boss of yours want, a shot of Williams taking a
piss," asked Hoover?
"Yea, or a dump, you used to be pretty good at peeking in bedroom windows, a
shot of her sucking her husband's dick would be nice. Shit, I'm just a
messenger. Mile got a hard on for her and wants some wacking material," said
Ron.
"I'm surprised, given that she's already graduated high school," said Hoover.
"Me too, the Congressman usually prefers his poontang before they start to
bleed. See what you can get, maybe a crotch shot of her climbing out of her
car. Her skirts are pretty short. Mike wants something we can pass around to the
male voters of the district," said Ron.
"Doesn't he realize that'll cause the swinging dicks of District 12 to vote
for her," said Hoover.
"Like I said, I'm just a messenger," said Ron ending the conversation.
He had been following the Williams Campaign from one appearance to another
for the last three days. The pace was grueling. It was Rotary meeting followed
by Senior Citizens Center appearance followed by Chamber of Commerce luncheon
and so on at a pace that seemed impossible for a normal human being. And at each
appearance, Candace was relaxed, charming, incredibly well informed and managing
to say all the right things. How she did it for fourteen to sixteen hours a day
was way beyond Hoover's understanding.
By the third day, Hoover was exhausted. He figured that although Mike
Harrington was paying him $2500 a day plus expenses, that was for an eight-hour
day. That woman Candace Williams is a machine and the most effective political
campaigner that I've seen since John Kennedy. Hoover had been around Boston
politics enough to know that it was won at the grass roots level. It was
attending wakes, congratulating new parents, and establishing face-to-face
contact with seniors, working people, union officials, and a thousand others.
That was how elections were won in the land of the Kennedy's. You win by being
up close and personable not by expounding grand ideas about the future of the
republic.
And Candace Williams was the best he had ever seen. She hit just the right
notes with everyone she met. Hoover was going to have to tell Ron Worthington
that Congressman Harrington better get his ass back to District 12 prepared for
the fight of his life.
But then again nothing was really perfect and Hoover thought he had found
something that afternoon. It was shift change at the big General Electric plant
in Lynn where they made aircraft engines for Boeing. Candace and her two aides
were positioned right outside the gate. Hoover was observing from a city block
away using a telephoto lens.
The day before he'd gotten a few decent shots of Candace climbing out of the
silver mini-van she used in her campaign. Hoover had to admit that Candace
Williams had the best looking legs of anyone who'd ever run for public office in
Massachusetts. He's managed to get one shot that showed a tiny swatch of white
panty as she stepped out of her car.
Last night, when he finally got in the rack, he'd held the photo in his left
hand as he jerked off with the right. He'd pictured himself between those long
legs shoving his cock inside her as he pawed and sucked her tits. In Hoover's
fantasy, she was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. When he shot his
load, he wiped his hand off on an old T-shirt he kept by the bed for that
purpose; then he went to sleep. At 3:00AM, he woke up from a dream that he was
fucking Candace in the ass. Her asshole was so tight around his cock; it felt
good and hurt all at the same time. The odd thing was that during the dream he
had stuffed his T-shirt in his mouth and was busily sucking on his partially
dried jism. He spat the T-shirt out in disgust. He had a raging hard-on that
caused him to jerk off again as he kept repeating, "ass fuck me, you whore."
"Old Mike maybe on to something about Mrs. Williams, I haven't had a wet dream
since I was in high school," decided Mike when he dragged his tired body out of
bed that morning.
The two aides were pretty young girls, nicely dressed in suits, showing a
little knee but not too much. They each held a stack of flyers that they handed
out to the departing workers. Candace was wearing that same navy blue suit whose
only variation was the length of the skirt. For this mostly male audience it was
above the knee almost mid thigh, a little bit daring for a congressional
candidate but not too daring. She's certainly got the legs for it was Hoover's
thought. God how I would like to feel them wrapped around me while I go long and
deep in that cunt of hers.
Candace was surrounded by a group of workers. The union steward was standing
right beside Candace introducing her to each worker. It followed a pattern. She
shook hands, smiled, said something causing the worker to laugh or smile and
then moved on to the next. Several of the workers asked Candace to pose for a
picture with them. Hoover had to admit she had the kind of thousand-watt smile
required for a good politician. Also, she could turn it on whenever she needed
to. She didn't blink when a few of the bolder workers slipped their hands down
to her butt during the picture taking.
Shift change only lasted about thirty minutes. Candace thanked the union
steward with a little kiss on the cheek and a big hug. That appeared to send the
fat little man into ecstasy. They shook hands, hugged again, and Candace
departed for the mini-van decorated with "Candace Williams for Congress"
posters. Hoover was beat and about to call it a day. He had been following the
campaign since an 8:00AM breakfast at the Peabody Kiwanis. He was reaching to
turn the ignition key when he saw that Candace was angrily gesturing at one of
her aides. Even from a distance, Hoover could see that Candace was doing
everything but slapping the girl around. After a few minutes and more angry
gestures, Candace and the other aide got in the mini-van and drove off leaving
the girl standing on the sidewalk.
The abandoned girl walked to a nearby bench, sat down, and put her face in her
hands, obviously crying. Hoover decided to chance it. He drove closer, parked
the car and casually walked over to the bench and sat on the far end. Hoover
guessed from the color of her skin and her hair that the girl was Latino.
"Are you all right? This isn't a great neighborhood for a young woman like you
to be sitting alone," said Hoover knowing that he was speaking the truth. That
part of Lynn had one of the highest crime rates in metro Boston.
"She just left me here. I've been working sixteen-hour days for practically
nothing and she got in the car and drove off. I forgot the handouts for her next
event. She can be so cruel sometimes."
"I was across the street. I saw her giving you hell. Look it's none of my
business but I hate to see someone in authority mistreat an employee. Besides,
this is not the safest neighborhood, can I give you a lift?"
"No thanks, I'll just get a cab."
"Good idea if there were any around here. It's getting dark and cabs are scare
in this area, too many druggies willing to rob them. I'd feel better if you let
me take you somewhere safer. I used to be a policeman and I know that a young
woman alone is not safe here. "
"How do I know it's safe to be with you?"
"You don't. You have to trust your instinct. My name is Tom McNally but
everybody calls me Hoover," said Hoover extending his hand.
"Maria Consuela Reyes." Maria Consuela smiled revealing a mouthful of perfect
white teeth as she shook Hoover's hand.
"So where can I drive you?" asked Hoover thinking how pretty Maria Consuela
was.
"I don't want to cause you a lot of trouble. Maybe it would be all right if
you just took me somewhere I could call a cab."
"Tell you what, there's a Chinese restaurant, Jimmy Tse's, about three miles
from here. I'm a regular there. Jimmy, the owner and I go back a ways. He can
call you a cab. While we wait, you can tell me what it's like to work for
Candace Williams, the new congressional candidate for the Twelfth District."
"Most of the time its not too bad if everything's going well but if the least
little thing happens, she goes ballistic. Her rages are awful."
"You can tell me more as we drive," said Hoover getting up to walk Maria
Consuela to his car.
Hoover stole a glance as Maria Consuela sat in the passenger seat. Her short
skirt rode up quite a bit and she didn't do anything to change that. Legs were
not bad at all and the tits were very nice but the big turn on were the large
eyes with very white whites and the irises as black as coal. Hoover said
something that caused her to smile and once again he saw a perfect set of white
teeth. Hover decided that Maria Consuela was a very nice package and it would be
even nicer if he could combine a little business with pleasure. It wouldn't be
first time that one of Hoover's investigations had turned up some poontang on
the side.
Pussy wise, Hoover's been on something of a dry spell since Mona had told him
it was over. He really didn't blame her. She was looking for something permanent
and he was looking for someone to take care of his cock every three days or so.
At Jimmy Tse's he ordered some appetizers and a couple of beers while Maria
Consuela went to the ladies room to repair her make-up. When she emerged, Hoover
watched her walk toward him and decided that the girl was pretty, maybe too
pretty and young for a forty two year old Boston Irishman. I'll just give it my
best shot and see what happens concluded Hoover. I may get lucky. She may go for
older types. She's awfully young; but I've heard Hispanic women like older men.
Maria Consuela accepted the beer and ate some of the appetizers and didn't
object when he ordered another round. Hoover found out she was a recent arrival
from Guatemala and that some of her friends had gotten her a job with the
Williams campaign. Maria Consuela didn't talk much about Candace and Hoover
decided to let that rest. They could get back to that later. First he wanted to
gain her trust by appearing to be a regular fellow who was more interested in
her than the William's campaign.
They talked about themselves a little. Maria Consuela told him how much she
loved the United States and how she planned to go to community college once the
campaign was over. After more food and two more beers, Hoover asked if he could
drive Maria Consuela home and she agreed.
The girl seemed a little drunk as the left the restaurant. She leaned heavily
into Hoover and he put his arm around her as they walked to his car. This time
she was really careless with her skirt when she sat down and he could see
practically to her crotch. He decided to take a chance as soon as they were
seated in the car. He leaned over and gave her a kiss that she eagerly returned.
They made out for a few minutes and she didn't stop his hand when he unbuttoned
the top button of her blouse and slipped it inside her bra.
Maria Consuela grabbed the back of his hand encouraging him to squeeze her
breast harder.
"Squeeze it," she moaned as he caught her nipple between his fingers and
applied pressure. Her nipples felt warm to his touch and the fact that she was
moaning were encouraging signs to Hoover. Nor was the fact that Maria Consuela
didn't resist as his other hand traveled up her thigh to push against her sex.
Even through the pantyhose and panties, he could feel the heat and wetness.
Maria Consuela sucked in a deep breath as Hoover's finger played against her
clit.
When Maria Consuela placed her hand on his crotch to stroke his hardening cock
through his trousers, Hoover heard himself moan.
"Let's go to my place in Wakefield, it's by the lake," said Maria Consuela
breaking the embrace but maintaining her slow massage of his hard cock.
"All right, Wakefield it is," said Hoover deciding that today was his lucky
day. If he had still been married to Ethel, he would have asked her when he got
home about his horoscope. But Ethel had remarried and now lived in Nashua, New
Hampshire along with his two sons that somehow he never managed to see. Still,
he was on a roll. He had made the acquaintance of a disgruntled Williams
campaign worker that could be a source of inside information he could pass on to
Ron. Even better, she was a pretty one who was willing to fuck him and seemed
hot as a Mexican, correct that, Guatemalan firecracker.
As soon as they entered the apartment located in a complex on the north side
of the big lake that separates Wakefield center from Interstate 95, Maria
Consuela was all over him. They undressed one another as they slowly made their
way to the bedroom. Once there, he sat on the bed and watched as she finished
stripping. She pulled on her nipples and rubbed her pussy with both hands as she
turned around and bent over to show Hoover her ass.
Hoover loved everything he saw, the large chocolate brown nipples, the shaved
pussy with the brownish lips and even the perfect little butt hole that was
framed by a brown ring. Maria Consuela's complexion was about as perfect as
Hoover had ever seen. He found himself making an unfavorable mental comparison
to Mona whose complexion could be best described as mottled. That's the
prettiest brown skin and large milk chocolate nipples that I've seen in a long
time, maybe ever thought Hoover as he laid back on the bed watching Maria
Consuela play with her pussy.
"You've got me so wet, Hoover, see," said Maria Consuela taking her glistening
hands out of her pussy to show him. "I want to suck your cock, now."
Maria Consuela pushed him back on the bed. She removed his shoes and pulled
down his boxer shorts. When his hard cock spring free of his boxers, Maria
Consuela seemed genuinely delighted.
"Oh it's beautiful. You have a large and beautiful cock," said Maria Consuela
as she climbed between his legs and went to work with her mouth. She started by
running her tongue from his balls to the tip of his dick and then taking large
swirls clockwise and then counter clockwise around the head. She looked him
directly in the eyes as she put his cock head in her mouth and bathed it in a
solution of warm saliva using her tongue as an agitator. She managed to get the
pointed tip of her tongue just inside his piss hole, something that he had
always loved and few women were willing to do.
For someone who was nineteen and looked quite innocent, she can really suck
dick thought Hoover. Hoover considered himself something of a connoisseur of
blowjobs. Some of the most expensive and for that matter, least expensive
hookers in Revere and Winthrop had demonstrated their capabilities to Hoover
when he was on the force. It had been that or jail.
As he lay there, feeling Maria Consuela's tongue and lips working his balls,
cock head, and shaft, he decided that he need to learn more about Guatemala, the
land, the culture and where the women learned to give head.
"You like to eat my pussy? It's all wet and needs your tongue," asked Maria
Consuela looking up from Hoover's cock, her lips and face smeared with wetness
"You bet," said Hoover. That prompted Maria Consuela to move into the
sixty-nine position so Hoover could bury his face into her wet little cunt that
was flowing twat juice. He sucked it all in and swallowed, reveling in the warm
liquid as it filled his mouth. He shifted her body forward so he could lick her
asshole. Hoover inserted the tip of his tongue in her rosebud. After a half
dozen pushes, it opened up and allowed Hoover's tongue inside. God, how I love
to tongue butt thought Hoover as he tasted the inside of Maria Consuela's
rectum. There was something about tasting where a girl's shit came from that
turned Hoover on like nothing else. Like Ethel always said, I'm a pig when it
comes to sex.
"I love the way you're eating my cunt and ass. You have such an incredibly
big prick," said Maria Consuela when she took a break from sucking on his nuts.
"If you keep sucking my cock like that, I'm going to blow my load right down
your throat." Her comment about his cock size was right. Ethel had even told him
that the only thing she was going to miss about him was feeling his big schlongs
inside her pussy. Hoover had a thick ten inches of man meat. Some women had
taken a look at it and decided to run in the other direction after he fucked
them raw. But most preferred to act like they had discovered a hidden treasure.
Obviously, Maria Consuela was a treasure hunter.
"Oh yes, please do it, I want to swallow your cum," whispered Maria Consuela
placing a wet finger in the opening of his butt hole and pushing it in to the
first knuckle.
That brought Hoover off like a bottle rocket. Maria Consuela writhed in her
own orgasm as she sucked down each spurt of Hoover's ejaculate. Hoover was no
sooner finished than Maria Consuela wanted to go again.
"Get on all fours so I can suck your asshole and get you hard again."
Hoover not believing in his good luck and wondering if Maria Consuela would
consider marrying him or at the least living together rolled over and pulled his
ass cheeks part. In Hoover's experience, he hadn't encountered many women who
were interested in bringing their mouth in contact with his asshole, especially
at the end of a long hot sweaty day. But instantly Maria Consuela had her mouth
connected to his butt ring and was licking and probing in a way that opened him
up. Hoover felt his sphincter relax and her tongue glide in. That was followed
by a nice tongue fucking. Next, she sucked his open butt hole creating the most
awesome sensations in his rectum as her suction created a little vacuum. She'd
fill the vacuum with warm breath and then inhaled the fart she made as Hoover
blew it back out his ass. All the while, she kept stroking his cock and balls.
In a few moments, he was hard as a rock.
"Roll on your back, I'll get on top and fuck you," said Maria Consuela with an
enthusiasm that Hoover hadn't heard in some time.
This one has the hunger thought Hoover. Hoover had a philosophy about women
and sex that broke them into three categories. Losers were the ones that screwed
because it was expected of them and they knew it was required to hold a man's
interest. A loser could go a year without getting fucked and not think anything
of it. The category most women fell in to was the Technicians. Technicians
enjoyed sex and worked at it. They read Cosmopolitan to get better at it. A
Technician was usually a decent fuck. But at this point, Hoover was ready to
classify Maria Consuela into his third and most prized categories, the Hungry
Ones. Hungry Ones had a primal need for cock like it was air or water. They were
insatiable women who were happiest when they had a cock in their twat. They
worshipped a hard prick, reveled in the feel and taste of semen spurting into
their mouth and felt most alive when there was a penis in their holes. Hungry
Ones didn't have limits, were eager to be fucked in the ass and didn't mind
working a man's hole open so they could tongue fuck it. The way Maria Consuela
had opened up his butt and dove in convinced Hoover that Maria Consuela was a
supremely hungry whore and a real find.
Hoover played with Maria Consuela's large brown nipples as she mounted him and
guided his cock into her pussy. Hoover loved the way the nipples felt like
little hard pebbles, the kind you picked up in a fast moving mountain stream. It
was warm and wet inside her cunt. She got her feet under her and began to raise
and lower herself squeezing his dick on both upstroke and down stroke. She gave
out a good healthy grunt each time she bottomed out taking him as deep as his
cock reached. She ground her clit against him each time she bottomed out. He
loved the way she growled as she pushed her button across his rough pubic hairs.
Hoover popped again spraying the walls of her cunt with his sperm.
Hoover reached up and grabbed Maria Consuela's nipples between his thumb and
forefingers and pinched down hard as she squeezed his spurting cock. She let out
a low throat moan, threw her head back, and screamed. "Oh fuck yes," as she
climaxed. She rode him slowly as he softened having a series of mini-orgasms
that Hoover could detect as her vaginal walls performed a series of muscular
contractions that milked the last drop of semen out of his dick.
After that, Maria Consuela had gone and gotten them a beer. They had sat and
cuddled for a few minutes before she went to work on him again. She sucked his
cock for a while then slipped a finger in his asshole while she slowly and
expertly worked on his dick. Before long, Hoover surprised himself by getting
another hard on.
Hoover's recent sexual experience was a single fuck followed by a required
eight hours sleep and a bowl of Wheaties before he was ready to get hard again.
He blamed that on too much booze and too little exercise. Maria Consuela had now
gotten him hard for the third time in less than an hour.
"I am going to slide your big Irish cock in my shit hole, I'm going to talk
dirty," said Maria Consuela.
"Yea, talk dirty, it turns me on," replied Hoover.
"Here, suck my chocolate brown nipples while I ram your dick in my shitter,
are you an ass fucker?"
"Yea, I'm a ass fucker."
"And you like to fuck dark skinned girls because you think they're all whores
like me? Tell me I'm a whore."
"Yes, all you Latino girls are cock crazy whores that worship big pricks.
You're a dick sucking whore that loves it up the ass."
"And you can't wait to get your white Irish dick inside their butts?"
"Yes, I like then dark with chocolate nipples and a dark ring around their
asshole."
"Like me, a cock hungry Latino cunt who'll put your cock in her shit hole and
ride it till you dump your load in my ass."
"Exactly like you."
"Someone who'll suck the shit right out of your asshole and swallow it."
Hoover relaxed as his cock slid in and out of Maria Consuela's ass. It was
warm and tight inside her rectum. He was amazed she could handle all ten inches
without any pain. She had her feet under her as she lowered herself to achieve
maximum anal penetration. Hoover loved the feeling he got when he felt her butt
cheeks land on top of his thighs. He sensed the way each time she reached bottom
she struggled to get one more half inch of dick in her rectum. She grunted,
growled and began to sweat profusely as she fucked her ass with Hoover's cock.
Hoover sensed heat coming from her rectum. She whipped her long curly hair
around causing droplets of sweat to spray across the bed. Finally, she climaxed
and Hoover felt a rhythmic pulsation from the walls of her bowels. Hoover
squirted what little semen he had left as he climaxed for the third time.
It was all too much for Hoover. He was covered in sweat. As the last of his
semen emptied from his balls, he hoped that was it for a while and Maria
Consuela would give him time to recover before she wanted to screw some more.
Maria Consuela brought two more beers from the refrigerator. He held her in
his arms as they finished the beers. Maria Consuela changed positions so Hoover
was resting in her arms. She was holding him and stroking his brow as he relaxed
and started to sleep. All of a sudden, Hoover sensed that Maria Consuela's arms
had wrapped around him in an extremely tight embrace. He tried to turn but Maria
Consuela applied her strength and held him tight as he felt a sharp twinge in
his triceps. Maria Consuela relaxed her hold and he turned to see a tall
muscular woman standing over him holding a syringe.
Hoover felt woozy immediately. The tall woman who gave him the injection spoke
the last words he heard before everything went black.
"Even though I don't like guys, I got horny watching you two fuck. How about a
little muff diving? We've got time."
Hoover came back to the present when he heard someone enter the room. He heard
the sound of something scraping across the floor. It sounded like someone was
dragging a chair. A vaguely familiar female voice began to talk.
"Remove the tape, I think he's awake."
Hoover sounded 'ouch' as someone jerked the tape off his mouth. Next that
person slowly unwrapped the tape from around his head and pulled it off his
eyes. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light. After several
blinks, Hoover saw that Candace Williams was sitting in an office chair directly
in front of him. A very tall and muscular female was standing behind Candace.
She had been the one who gave him the injection.
"I can handle it from here, Rhonda," said Candace Williams.
His eyes were at the same level as her knees. Her legs were crossed and he
could see up her skirt almost to the top of her thighs. When he glanced up, he
saw that she had a manila folder in her lap. There was a two-foot length of
rubber garden hose resting on the folder. Candace reached over and took Hoover's
cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke it. In spite of his circumstances,
Hoover felt his prick start to respond to the hand job.
Ron was right thought Hoover. There is something God awful strange about
Candace Williams. It isn't every day; a congressional candidate kidnaps a
private investigator, hangs him up like a side of beef then calmly jerks him
off. This is scary as shit. The whole thing with Maria Consuela was a trap and I
fell right into it.
"You know who I am, Hoover" asked Candace in a quiet voice as she got Hoover's
cock erect.
"Yea, sure, you're Candace Williams, you're running for Congress. I've seen
you around campaigning. Why was I brought here? Where are my clothes?"
"Hoover, I'm not interested in wasting time, so let's skip the preliminaries.
When are you scheduled to make your first report to Ron Worthington?" asked
Candace in calm voice like she was saying 'think it will rain tomorrow'.
"I don't know any Ron Worthington, Who's Ron Worthington," replied Hoover.
Hoover saw a blur as Candace picked up the rubber hose in her other hand and
slammed it across his balls. Candace held on to his cock as he twisted in
agonizing pain and began to scream with every decibel he could muster. Hoover
kept screaming as every light in his pain center went to bright red and started
pulsing angrily. Every man knows what it feels like to take a good hard shot to
the family jewels but that didn't make it hurt one bit less. Candace continued
to hold and stroke his cock as she watched him scream until he ran out of
breath. She waited a few more minutes then asked again.
"Let's continue. What is the date and time you're supposed to call Ron?" said
Candace who already knew the answer to her question.
"Tomorrow at 3:00PM," replied Hoover deciding that his nuts couldn't take
another blow.
"And what were you going say?" asked Candace.
"That you are well organized and highly effective. I was going to tell Ron
that Mike Harrington better get his ass back here if he wanted to hold on to his
seat."
"What else did Ron ask you for?" asked Candace.
"That's it, just for me to nose around and find out any dirt on you," said
Mike.
"He asked for something else," said Candace picking the rubber hose back up.
"Pictures, he asked me to get some embarrassing pictures of you, sorry I
forgot, honest, I just forgot, don't hit me anymore. I'll tell you everything,"
said Hoover.
"What kind of pictures have you got so far?" asked Candace.
"Legs shots, mostly of you getting out of the car," said Hoover.
"Sounds erotic, you'll have to show them to me, anything else," asked Candace?
"Not yet, I was thinking about putting a mini-cam in the ladies room toilet at
your campaign headquarters or trying to get one in your bedroom," said Hoover.
"Good, I prefer the truth. If you had lied again I was going to knock one of
your balls all the way up to your lungs. Castration would be a pity since Maria
Consuela says you are a more than decent fuck. This is a great piece of
equipment. I'm getting wet just handling it."
"I won't lie anymore. I promise," said Hoover and he knew he meant it. I can't
believe she's handling my dick. This is just so fucking weird, all of it thought
Hoover. One thing I know is that my nuts couldn't take another shot like that.
I'm not being paid enough by Harrington to stand up under torture.
"Let's start over again. I'll go over a few things I know about you. You were
born on St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 1961. You were forty-two last month. Your
full name is Thomas Patrick McNally but you got the nickname 'Hoover" working
for the Revere Police. In your case, the moniker reflected your fellow cops'
knowledge of your willingness to suck up dirt like the vacuum of the same name.
Parents were Terrence and Sadie McNally, both deceased, alcoholism the Irish
disease. Your father was a baker and a small time hood. He ran numbers out of
his bakery. Your mother worked in her brother-in-law's insurance agency. There
is a rumor, unconfirmed that your Uncle Mike used to fuck Sadie on his desk when
business was slow. These are rumors unconfirmed that Uncle Mike is your real
father. Care to confirm or deny the rumor, I hate loose ends."
"I don't know for sure. I saw Uncle Mike feeling mom up once on the back
porch. He had his hand up her dress playing with her pussy. Dad was passed out
in the living room," said Hoover.
"Good, we're communicating. You attended St. Xavier parochial elementary
school achieving excellent grades. You were a reasonably competent altar boy.
I'll skip all the stuff about your first Holy Communion and your Confirmation,
although you did look adorable in your white suit. You graduated St. Ignatius
High School fifth in your class. You joined the US Marines immediately after
graduation. You were honorably discharged four years later. You saw no combat
action. It's not your fault there wasn't a war at the time. Upon graduation you
applied and were accepted into the Revere Police where you attained the rank of
Sergeant. Unfortunately, after ten years, you were dismissed from the force when
$22,000 in cash disappeared after a drug bust and was found in your locker at
the station. It seems you were too dirty for even the Revere police. That in
itself is something of an accomplishment. Am I accurate so far?"
"Yes, "replied Hoover rather astounded that all these details were being
repeated from memory. Candace was not referring to notes.
"Commendably, you completed your education in night school receiving a
Bachelors Degree in Law Enforcement from Northeastern University. Your grades
were pretty good. You enrolled in their Master's Degree program, completed one
course then dropped out and never returned."
"You reconnected after returning home from the Marines to an Ethel Robinson,
one of your classmates that you dated while at St. Ignatius. You got Ethel
pregnant but you did the right thing. You were married at St. Stephens's church
and your first child, Sean, was born six months later. You and Ethel had one
more child, Mark two years after that. You and Ethel managed to stay married
until five years ago when she caught you screwing her sister, Rachel, in the
basement during the family's Thanksgiving Dinner. You told everyone you were
drunk and that you thought that Rachel was Ethel in the poorly illuminated
basement of your sister-in-law's home. It was possibly the most memorable
Thanksgiving Dinner in McNally family history. Unfortunately, no one seemed to
believe your story. Periodically you drive to Swampscott and screw Rachel. Her
husband knows but is too afraid of you to do anything about it."
"Ed knows I've been bumping Rachel. I had no idea."
"Sean, your eldest son, is in his final year at UMASS in Amherst and Mark is a
sophomore at Dartmouth. Mark's an exceptionally bright young man who's
interested in medicine. You have provided almost no financial assistance to
either boy's education. They'll both graduate heavily in debt. Your only
meaningful family relationship is with your younger sister, Carrie and her
family. You have a brother, Edward that you have not seen or talked to in three
years. The last time being your mother's funeral."
"Ed and I never did get along, even as kids," said Hoover.
"Carrie is married to Anthony Maglione, a licensed master electrician. They
have two girls, Anne and Julia. Your sister lives in Weymouth. She calls you
frequently and worries about you. That's kind of surprising given that you and
your fellow members of the St. Ignatius basketball team gang raped her one night
after a game. You lured her into the boy's locker room where your buddies
stripped her and then fucked her in all three orifices. You were the first
person to enter her virgin asshole while your best friend Sean Phillips was
having intercourse with her. You later said you were sorry and that you and your
teammates were drunk. Surprisingly, she forgave you."
"Oh my God, how can you know that?" asked Hoover.
"My sources are confidential as they say in the media. I won't bore you with
your financial history. Being a private investigator is not lucrative. Mike
Harrington has employed you sporadically to gather information about political
rivals. That was what you were doing tonight outside the GE plant."
"He wanted me to see if you were for real."
"And obviously I am real. By the way, I agree with Consuela. That is a very
nice cock there," said Candace as she leaned forward and took Hoover's penis in
her mouth and licked the head as she continued slowly stroking it.
"Take it easy, I'm cooperating" said Hoover worried that Candace intended to
do something awful to his penis such as bite it off. When she leaned forward,
she uncrossed her legs. Hoover found himself looking straight up Candace's
skirt.
Candace leaned back letting Hoover's cock drop.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked me what's in your asshole," said Candace.
"I'm not sure I want to know."
"It's one of these," said Candace holding up a huge dildo. "They come from
Mexico, 20 inches in length and three inches in diameter. I would think you feel
stuffed. Rhonda and Maria Consuela had to use a whole bottle of AstroGlide to
get it all the way inside you. It had a metal ring on the base that attached by
rope to the ceiling. The base has a much larger flat plate to keep it from going
all the way inside your anus."
"That's what's inside me?" asked Hoover.
"Yes, it was developed by the Mexican National Police three years ago. They
called it a 'Zapatistas Enema'. Here let me show how it works. You attach a rope
or chain to the ring and tie the other end to the ceiling leaving no slack in
the rope. Here look at the top of the base. If you slide this little cover guard
aside and press the red button, then presto the spikes appear." Candace pressed
the red button. A loud click occurred.
Hoover wanted to scream when he saw two-inch metal spikes instantly spring out
from everywhere along the slides. There was a ring of spikes ever inch or so.
They were angled in every direction and they covered the surface from slightly
below the base to the tip where there was a thick cluster of spikes.
"Get it out, I'll do what you say, anything, for the love of Jesus Christ,
just get that out of me," screamed Hoover.
"Technically, this isn't an instrument of torture but a form of execution
since once this button is pressed you're dead or soon will be. Maybe form of
persuasion would be a more accurate term. The Mexican National Police decided
they were spending too much time and effort making political prisoners talk. It
was physically demanding on the police beating prisoners to death. Plus most
forms of torture left physical evidence for the Amnesty International and Human
Rights groups to photograph and take to the media. A medical doctor attached to
the police solved the problem nicely. Statistics compiled by the police showed
that most prisoners could be persuaded to talk if they watched a close relative
or friend die horribly and in great pain."
"Look, I'm on your side now. I'll work for you. Just take that out of me. I'm
begging," cried Hoover.
"Le me finish my story. So if the National Police wanted information from Jose
then they brought Jose's brother or wife or even children and tied them to the
ceiling just like you're tied now. Most of the time, they also tied up Jose too
so he understood his options. Then they pushed the red button on the base and
the spikes extended in Jose's closest relative. Next they released the leg ropes
and slowly lowered the body down leaving it suspended only by the dildo. The
spikes gradually shred your intestines and internal organs. It takes an awfully
long time for the dildo to rip completely out. The reason the victim doesn't
pass out is that they are upside down and the blood keeps the brain oxygenated.
At the moment, I don't have any one I want to execute but I do have a DVD you
can watch. You know a picture is worth a thousand words."
Candace rolled over a small cart that had a laptop computer on the top. She
opened the laptop and launched the media player. She selected the DVD player as
the file source as clicked the play button. She adjusted the sound then pushed
the screen back until it hung over the edge of the cart giving the upside down
Hoover a right side up view.
"You can hear that, can't you?" asked Candace turning the sound up very loud.
"Yes," replied Hoover too frightened to say anything more than necessary.
"I'll leave you to watch. I have some notes to go over in the other room,"
said Candace as she walked out of Hoover's vision. He heard a door opening and
closing. Hoover watched the screen as the scene opened.
There was a man, a woman and a young girl suspended upside down exactly like
he was. There was a uniformed officer standing between the three naked bodies.
He kept running his hands over the pussies of the two women as he made comments
in a language that Hoover recognized as Spanish. The man wasn't saying a word in
response. After a few moments of not getting answers, the officer made a hand
motion between the woman's outstretched legs. The woman started to scream
immediately. And the screams were the kind that made your skin crawl, especially
if there was a chance that it could be you. The screams did not let up. The
officer unties the ropes attached to the woman's ankles and walked away. The DVD
showed a close up of the dildo that had begin to shred the woman's rectum. The
dildo's spikes shredded her bowels as her body twirled propelled by madly
kicking legs.
Hoover would look away for a while but would be drawn back to the screen by an
especially loud scream of agony. After a while, he noticed that the dildo had
pulled out of the woman's asshole a few inches.
God, what a way to die thought Hoover.
After maybe thirty minutes, Candace returned. The woman was still screaming
with her legs kicking wildly in the air.
"Here, I don't have all day, let me show you the finale," said Candace as she
adjusted the media player to the last few minutes. Hoover saw that the bloody
dildo was almost all the way out of the woman's rectum. She was still screaming.
All of a sudden the dildo pulled loose and the woman crashed to the floor still
screaming. Her asshole spurted out a fountain of dark blood. She trashed around
on the floor kicking wildly. In a few minutes, the woman quit screaming and
collapsed. The unformed officer reappeared. He felt the girl's pussy as he said
something to the man. He started providing rapid replies to the officer's
questions.
"We should get a subtitled version," said Candace.
"Please don't do that to me, for the love of Jesus, I'll do anything you say.
Just name it."
"Whether or not I push the red button and shred your bowel is up to you. If
you agree to report to Ron Worthington exactly as I instruct you, we can take
you down and let you go. I believe in both the carrot and the stick. You can
call Ron from Maria Consuela's bedroom so she can listen in. She'll fuck your
brains out just like she did today. That's part of your carrot. I'll also employ
you to work for me at the same $2000 rate Mike is paying. If you don't want to
do that I can push the little red button, untie the leg ropes and let you take a
couple of hours to die. Then we'll put you in a metal barrel along with several
well mixed bags of concrete. A fishing boat will take your body out in the
Atlantic and push it out where the bottom is deepest. No one will ever know what
happened to you. It's your choice."
"I'll do exactly as you say. I'll call Ron from her apartment. I'll say what
you want."
"All right, here take a look at these," said Candace taking some photos out of
the manila folder. They were pictures of his sister Carrie picking his two
nieces up from school.
"There's no reason for my sister to be involved."
"You're right but if you decide to double cross me, I promise you that you're
going to wind up exactly where you are now except that before you have you
asshole ripped apart, you're going to watch Carrie, Anna, and Julie taking a
Zapatista Enema before you take yours."
"Don't worry, you can count on me. I'll be reliable."
Candace stood up grabbed the base of the dildo and slowly pulled it out of
Hoover's asshole. She found herself holding and stroking his cock as she
carefully removed it from his asshole.
"You're out of danger. Mexican products are not the most reliable. You do have
a nice large cock." Candace was slowly stroking Hoover's cock. With the dildo
removed, he relaxed enough to enjoy it and even started to get aroused.
"It's been a long day and I'm horny. Let's seal the deal with a quick fuck,"
said Candace as she untied the rope from the cleats in the wall and slowly
lowered Hoover down. Hoover was amazed that Candace was able to lower him
without any noticeable strain. Hoover hit the scale at 180 pounds and he would
guess Candace Williams at 110 at the most. But using one hand, she lowered him
slowly to where his head touched the floor and then his body."
Candace rolled Hoover over and untied his hands from behind his back. Hoover
started rubbing his arms and hands to get the feeling back. He watched in
amazement as Candace removed her clothes and carefully placed them on the back
of the chair where she had been seated. In a matter of moments, he was staring
up at a nude Candace Williams.
My God she is incredibly beautiful thought Hoover.
"Lick me," said Candace squatting over Hoover's face using her fingers to
spread her labia.
Hoover's tongue took a long slow swipe across Candace's hole. He felt a warm
liquid coat his tongue. Hoover worked at licking Candace's pussy. Her juices
flowed onto his tongue and he found himself stopping every so often to swallow
another mouthful of her glandular secretions.
"Now, do my asshole," said Candace as she moved slightly forward.
Hoover was astounded to see her anal ring start to dilate. A dark brown turd
slowly protruded through her open anal ring.
"Open up, Hoover, and wrap your lips around the end of my turd. Keep your lips
around it as you bite it off in small chunks. Chew it up and swallow," said
Candace.
If right up to that moment, someone had asked Hoover McNally if he would ever
eat a woman's shit, he would have been pissed that anyone had asked the
question. Absolutely fucking not, not even to save my mother's life, would have
been his answer. But Hoover knew that he no longer had control over his will. He
eagerly took the stick of shit between his lips, used his front teeth to bite
off the first inch and chewed it up with his back teeth. Hoover had a sense of
accomplishment that he was able to do this awful disgusting thing to please
Candace. It took six or seven healthy bites but Hoover managed to consume
Candace's turd in its entirety. He found himself licking her asshole to clean
off the last traces of feces when he finished swallowing.
"Now, I'll give you something to wash it down," said Candace as she positioned
her urethra over Hoover.
Hoover opened wide as he felt the warm liquid land in his mouth. He managed to
keep his mouth open as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful until Candace
finally stopped.
"I should have gone earlier. That's a good boy, Hoover. From now on, I'll have
Maria Consuela piss in your mouth when you fuck. You'll like that, won't you?"
said Candace looking down to see Hoover licking golden drops off her pussy.
"Yes, Candace, I'll love it," said Hoover.
Candace knelt between his outstretched legs and went to work on his cock with
her mouth. Hoover had thought that Maria Consuela had given him the best blowjob
he had ever received but Candace was in another dimension. She was able to
swallow the total ten inches. His cock was in her throat as her tongue licked
his balls. Hoover could only remember one time before that he had been deep
throated to the balls. That had been years ago. A black prostitute had taken it
all after he and Tony had arrested her for soliciting. Inside of a couple of
minutes, he was hard as a rock.
Candace mounted him and rode him to a climax that Hoover swore caused his
heart to stop for several seconds. Her pussy was a throbbing, white-hot mass of
pulsating muscular flesh that made Hoover feel he was connected to some
phantasmagoric machine to forcefully extract his jism. When he climaxed, he felt
his semen being sucked under great pressure. His balls reached to a vacuum
inside his nut sack painfully pressing against the opening that connected them
to his penis. Hoover felt an enormous pain in his balls as the last dregs of cum
raced out into Candace's vagina. Her cunt sucked the sperm out of my balls
realized Hoover.
Candace climaxed with Hoover and then gently rode him as his cock softened.
When he looked up, Candace leaned over and kissed him pushing her tongue into
his mouth.
"I love the taste of shit and piss on a man's lips. I'm going to occasionally
fuck you. If I can find the time, Maria Consuela and I can do a three way with
you one afternoon," said Candace.
Hoover watched in amazement as Candace got up and started to dress. Maria
Consuela and the large woman, he later learned was Rhonda Powers came into the
room and handed him back his clothes. He dressed quickly. Candace gave him a
kiss on the cheek before she left. The two women drove him back to his car.
Maria Consuela gave him a kiss and they agreed to meet back at the apartment at
1:00PM tomorrow.
"Come early so we can fuck," was how Maria Consuela put it and Hoover readily
agreed.
Chapter 15 - Broadening Dan's Horizons
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"Oh that feels good, eat it raw," grunted Dan Williams as he forced another
inch of a large dark brown turd into the open mouth of Lena Holt. He could hear
her noisily chewing his shit then gulping it down. Her huge thick lips encircled
his open butt hole as her cow like tongue swirled around his rectum teasing the
feces out of his ass. Her lips formed a tight seal over his anus. As his turd
slowly emerged, he felt her sucking it into her mouth.
Lena's vacuuming the shit out of my butt thought Dan. The nerve endings
surrounding my anus feel the strong suction Lena is applying to my anal ring. I
never felt anything like this. She's sucking shit out of my rectum like an Oreck
vacuum. She really craves it.
Dan turned his head when he heard his partner grunt loudly. Dan looked over at
Bernice's face to admire the look of concentration as she slowly squeezed a body
temperature turd into the hungry sucking mouth attached to her rectum.
Bernice Creswell was about three feet away taking her dump in the mouth of
Lena's identical twin sister Lana. Lena and Lana were semi-famous as the Holt
twins. Publicly, they were best known for weighing in at 325 pounds each. They
were less well known for being charter members of a New England sado-masochistic
club that practiced among other perversions scatology.
It was Saturday night and Dan and Bernice were at their first appointment at
the Bransford Farms Club for Extreme Fetishism, the formal name for the
establishment. It had been a two-hour drive southward from north of Boston to
the isolated estate located on a peninsula near Buzzards Bay. A computer
software billionaire who decades ago had created the world's first commercially
successful spreadsheet program had purchased the property and grounds. He turned
the mansion into a world-class facility dedicated to various perversions and
fetishes of the BDS&M lifestyle. Bernice and her ex husband were close friends
of the estate's owner, Mitch Kapoor. They had helped him found the most exotic
and extreme BDSM club on America's east coast. The estate provided the primary
venue where the club met. After Bernice's divorce, both she and her ex retained
their membership privileges.
"You never know what really turns you on until you experience it," advised
Bernice when she suggested that she and Dan spend the night there.
That afternoon Bernice and Dan had been resting in their luxurious suite
waiting for the night's activities to start. The top two floors of the mansion
provided elegant Victorian style living quarters for the club members. The first
floor contained the meeting rooms, the kitchen, the theatre, and the dining
areas. The basement and sub-basements were designed as play areas each devoted
to particular fetishes. No expense had been spared to equip the mansion for the
perverted tastes of the club members.
Among devotees of sado-masochism, Bransford Farms was considered to be
America's East Coast Mecca for those whose sexual preferences were extreme.
Submissives had been known to accidentally die during the weekend fetish
parties. An ocean going motor sailboat was anchored immediately off shore. It
was available to dump the occasional body out to sea.
Security was very tight and getting past the gate guards included exiting the
car for a thorough strip search. Bernice had warned Dan that Mitch, the club
founder and still president, insisted that the guards perform a complete strip
search of every member and guest. It usually included humiliation mixed with
sex.
"Its kind of Mitch's little joke. He has a very quirky side. The guards can do
pretty much what they want with you unless you're a submissive. Submissives are
gently searched and offered champagne while their masters are humiliated."
"That does sound odd," said Dan pulling off the main road on to a private
drive marked "Private Drive No Trespassers."
If you're there early and the guards aren't sexually worn out, anything's
likely to happen. But on the other hand, it's important that no weapons, camera,
or recording devices are allowed in Bransford Farms," said Bernice as they
approached the club entrance located a half mile down the private road. "You
don't mind if they give you a rectal search? I think they call it a finger
wave."
"No, as long as the use some lube. I'm up for it," replied Dan who considered
the idea of their being forced to strip for the guards erotic.
"You have the advantage of having only one cavity to search," said Bernice as
they drove up to a large iron gate. Bernice identified herself using the
intercom. In a moment, the gate slowly began to open. Dan drove his Lexus past
the open gate and stopped. Both he and Bernice stepped out of the car as the
guards opened the doors.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Creswell and this must be your guest, Mr. Williams. Can
I see some identification?" said the Supervisor extending his hand toward Dan.
Dan promptly handed over his Massachusetts driver license. The Supervisor
compared the driver's license and a picture of Dan he had on his clipboard to
Dan. Once the Supervisor was satisfied that Dan was genuine, he handed him back
his license.
"Get undressed," ordered the Supervisor.
Dan had expected to go inside the small guard building for the body search but
Bernice immediately pulled her cotton sweater over her head exposing her lacy
brasserie. Dan began to quickly unbutton his shirt. The idea of having to take
all their clothes off outdoors while being watched by six uniformed male guards
gave Dan an immediate erection.
Shirtless, Dan slipped off his Gucci loafers as he unbuckled his belt. He
paced himself to arrive at a stage of complete nudity just as Bernice rolled her
panty down her legs and kicked them off toward the Supervisor who caught them
with his free hand.
"Nice catch, Rollin," said Bernice.
"Lean on the fender and spread your legs," said one of the guards to Dan. Dan
saw that the guard was wearing latex gloves and carrying a tube of K-Y jelly.
Dan placed his palms on the fender spreading his legs over a shoulder length
apart. His cock was very hard as he felt the guard use one hand to spread his
butt cheeks while he smeared K-Y over his anus.
"Mr. Williams, must be anticipating having a good time," said he guard taking
Dan's erection in his hand and stroking it as he began to work the lubricant
into Dan's butthole. This occasioned some snickering from the guards. Dan was
well-hung and hard as rock due to the situation and the stroking by the guard.
"Well, what do you expect? He's with Bernice. Everyone knows what kind of
whore she is, right darling," said Rollin, the Supervisor. This occasioned more
laughter from the guards. Dan let out a quick breath as the guard's fingers
worked their way past his anal ring and slipped a couple of inches into his
rectum. Dan tried to relax as the guard pushed his index finger as far as it
would reach. He felt the finger being waived against his prostate. Dan
involuntary squeezed the finger in his rectum and pushed back to force the
finger further in his hole. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock.
"No contraband in Mr. William's asshole," said the guard matter-of-factly as
he continued to finger Dan's rectum a few more seconds.
Dan was disappointed when the guard removed his fingers and handed him a box
of tissue. Dan found himself wishing that the guard had inserted his cock and
given him a good fucking right there while everyone watched.
"I think this one would like a good cornhole. He was humping my finger," said
the guard laughing.
"Show Mr. Williams your cock, Leon," said Rollin speaking to a tall black
youth standing next to the naked Bernice. "Mr. Williams, if you're willing to
let Leon butt fuck you with all ten inches, we'll make an exception to our
regular policy of not fucking guests."
Dan watched as Leon unzipped his trousers, fished out a long smooth black cock
and began to stroke it.
"Leon loves to fuck rich white boys who drive nice cars. His only complaint is
that they tend to whimper and whine too much when he splits their rectum open.
Still interested?" asked the Supervisor.
Dan answered by lying face down on the fender with his feet spread wide. He
reached back and pulled his ass cheeks part.
"Go to it, Leon. Grady, you search Bernice. Do her asshole first. Make her
squeal," said Rollin.
When Dan looked across the hood, he saw Bernice lay down on the opposite
fender. Her large breasts were smashed against the sheet metal as Grady reached
down to take a handful of her hair and pull it back forcing her head upward.
Grady pulled hard and Dan witnessed the pain in Bernice's face as her scalp was
stretched back.
Bernice reached her arms across the hood toward Dan. Dan stretched out to grab
Bernice's hands as he felt Leon position his cock at Dan's anus and begin to
push. A muscular looking blonde guy was standing at Bernice's butt. Dan watched
as the guy leaned over to drool out a large gob of spit on Bernice's butthole.
Bernice grimaced as Grady worked his spit into her dry asshole.
"Get the head in, Grady, and we'll sink it home on the count of three," said
Leon forcing his cockhead past Dan's anus.
Dan gave out a quick breath, as his butt hole was stretch around Leon's cock.
When he glanced around, he saw that the other three guards and Rollin were
intently watching what was about to happen.
"One, two, three, take that motherfucker," yelled Leon as he drove his cock up
Dan's rectum until his balls slapped against Dan's. Bernice let out a little
gasp as her body moved forward in response to Grady shoving his cock all the way
up her ass. Dan moaned and twisted as Leon's cock traveled a full ten inches up
his lower intestine. Dan felt the contents of his gut move upward as the big
cock plowed his butt.
"Fuck the whore and her fag friend," yelled one of the watching guards.
Leon and Grady began a slow rhythmic ass fucking of Dan and Bernice. Dan loved
the sensation created by Leon's cock as it passed up and down his lower GI
tract. It created a suction drawing the walls of his bowel inward as it exited
then forcing them wide apart as it traveled upward. Dan had relaxed and was
squeezing Leon's cock exactly like it was a big turd that he was forcing out. It
was the way Uncle Mike had taught him to be ass fucked. The pleasure of trying
to force Leon's cock out of his ass was causing Dan's cock to drip cum on the
side of his Lexus.
"You're a pretty good fuck for a white boy," said Leon as he picked up the
pace. Leon had a firm grip on Dan's hips and was using them to propel himself
forward driving into Dan's butt with a quick, forceful motion that slammed Dan
against the fender. Bernice was moaning loudly each time Grady sunk his cock
into her ass.
Dan heard movement back toward the gate and turned his head to watch a Bentley
ease past the gate and come to stop only inches from Dan's rear bumper. Dan
watched as two couples and a young man emerged from the Bentley and began to
take their clothes off. As they undressed, they watched Dan and Bernice being
with some interest.
"Pack her shit down, Grady, Hi Bernice, who's your friend, the one on the end
of Leon's cock?" yelled one of the women who was already leaning over the
Bentley's passenger side front sticking her butt out for one of the guards to
inspect.
"Dan Williams, a guest," replied Bernice.
"Candace William's husband? Oh yes, Alan, fuck me, baby, just like I was your
Momma," said the other woman who had also spread herself across the Bentley's
other fender. One of the guards had entered her pussy and was busily fucking
her. The naked young man was drinking champagne from a crystal flute as he
watched the two couples being searched.
"Is your wife here, Dan?' asked the other woman who by this time had been
mounted by a guard and was being fucked.
"No, busy campaigning," responded Dan wondering how these strangers knew about
Candace. Dan returned to concentrating on the delicious feelings caused by
Leon's invasion of his rectum. From the sounds coming from the Bentley, both
women were being fucked and enjoying themselves immensely.
God how I love a good ass fucking thought Dan as he relaxed against the fender
and accepted the fierce butt plowing that Leon delivered.
Dan and Bernice held each other's hands, as they were ass fucked. Within a
matter of a couple of minutes, Leon and Grady filled their rectums with semen.
"Clean it off, white boy," said Leon as he pulled Dan off the fender. Dan fell
to his knees and began to suck and lick Leon's cock. On the other side of the
car, Bernice was doing the same to Grady.
"Thanks, Grady," said Bernice wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Thanks, Leon," said Dan getting to his feet with the taste of his own asshole
in his mouth.
Dan looked back to see one of New England's most prominent banker executives
down on his knees sucking Rollin's cock. The other man unknown to Dan was also
sucking gate guard cock as their two women companions were being noisily fucked.
The young man was being encouraged to let both the kneeling men suck his long
straight cock.
"We need to dress and drive to the house. I see the Graham's have bought their
sub. I think his name is Robert," said Bernice interrupting Dan's reverie.
"Do they greet everyone that way?' asked Dan as they drove toward the large
mansion. He was enjoying the sensation of sperm leaking out of his asshole.
"No, just those who get their first which I made sure we did. Later in the
afternoon, the guards get fucked out and it's strictly a rubber glove cavity
search. Mitch insists that the guard be able to do whatever they want with the
members. Mitch's favorite fetish is humiliation. Most of the members and guests
are wealthy prominent citizens. The idea that $10 an hour security guards are
allowed to humiliate and sexually abuse New England's finest is Mitch's idea of
a joke," said Bernice.
"I'm surprised they let the guards have their way with them," said Dan.
"Mitch makes the rules and the first one is that you have to be willing to
endure a little humiliation to get past the gate. Normally, they don't screw
male guests in the ass but they could tell you wanted a cock in your butt. Your
face had a look of pure ecstasy when Leon was corn holing you. But it's the
guard's choice. Rollin knows what he's doing. Last year, one of the members
brought his daughter for the first time. She was only sixteen. Rollin made daddy
and mommy watch while all six guards gangbanged her in every hole. Of course,
the girl loved it. Mitch gave Rollin a raise when he heard about it. If you
can't take it as well as dish it out, Mitch says you don't belong at Bransford
Farms," said Bernice.
"I like this place before I even get inside. I love the feeling of warm cum
seeping out of my butthole," said Dan.
"Me too, I suggest that when we get to our room, we do a little hole work.
I'll suck Leon's spunk out of yours if you'll suck Grady's out of mine," said
Bernice.
"You got a deal. Let's hurry and get to our room," said Dan looking toward the
huge mansion in the distance. The Atlantic was kicking up whitecaps across
Buzzard's Bay.
"Looks quite innocent and beautiful, doesn't it?" said Bernice.
"It's magnificent. What an incredible view. And the mansion is huge," said
Dan.
"Yes, after she wins the election, we'll bring Candace here and let her relax.
Anna Estelle can be your submissive," said Bernice.
"Yes, we can whip our little au pair until she begs us to stop," said Dan.
Since his first three ways with Anna Estelle, Bernice had been Dan's guide in
exploring the world of sado-masochism. S&M wasn't something that Dan had never
thought about until that night Bernice had showed him how much pleasure there
was in causing Anna Estelle pain. Anna Estelle surprised him by achieving an
orgasm while having her ass whipped cherry red while her nipples were flattened
in a pair of alligator clamps. Dan had climaxed in Anna Estelle's bloody little
rectum all the while feeling the huge strap on dildo Bernice used to savage her
cunt. It was brutal and violent and it made Dan experience an orgasm far more
intense than he had in the past.
"I know a place where you can explore other things, things most people might
read about in books but never experience," said Bernice. "I can arrange to take
you there. We could sample a number of fetishes. It'd be a marvelous opportunity
for you to explore S&M."
Dan had quickly agreed. Bernice had made the arrangements. When they arrived
mid afternoon, Dan had been surprised that the place looked just like a country
estate for someone very, very rich.
"All the play areas are below ground. That way the place looks pretty normal
to outsiders. Besides, when they're below ground, it's harder to hear the
screams of the subs," said Bernice when Dan asked why there were no whips or
chains on the walls.
Playtime didn't start until after dark so Bernice suggested they spend a
couple of hours straight fucking to get them in the mood for tonight. Bernice
had just finished sucking Dan off when she told him of the first item on their
agenda. Dan had watched as Bernice had rolled his semen back in forth in her
mouth for three or four minutes before she gulped it down.
"God, I love the taste of your cum. I just can't get enough of it," said
Bernice as she slowly licked Dan's softening cock.
"Tell me about tonight. How wicked will it be?" asked Dan moving his fingers
through Bernice's hair as she flicked the head of her dick with her pink tongue.
"Very wicked, bizarre, evil, you'll have an exceptional night. To begin, I've
scheduled us for an hour in the Scat Room. The Holt twins will be our
hostesses." Bernice said as she took one of Dan's balls in her mouth and gently
sucked it.
"Scat as in piss and shit, I don't know that I'm ready for or even interested
in that."
"Well you can just watch me or you can join me in and be a giver and who
knows, you might decide to become a real player. Scat is about degradation and
humiliation. I got the impression you enjoyed being humiliated by the guards
when we arrived. There's nothing more degrading you can do than shit in
someone's mouth while they eat it. "
"I don't have to let someone piss or shit in my mouth if I don't want to,"
quibbled Dan.
"Correct, but you can feed a hot turd into one of the Holt twins mouths if you
have the urge. I have a premonition about you and scat. Just relax and do what
feels good. Having someone eat your shit as it passes out your asshole is one of
life's extreme perversities," said Bernice as she lifted Dan's leg to gain
access to his anus for her tongue. "Here, let me suck more of Leon's jism out of
your asshole."
"Please do, it's mixed with my shit and turned brown," said Dan.
"Want me to eat your shit? I will you know. Just force one out and I'll take
it," said Bernice as she probed Dan's rectum with her tongue.
"Although what you're doing is mind blowing, I'll wait till we get to those
twins you mentioned to take a dump. I don't want to get shit all over the bed
we're going to sleep in," said Dan.
"All right, we'll wait but if you need to go potty, just remember I'm willing
to serve as your toilet slave," said Bernice as she moved up to kiss Dan on the
lips.
"Have you ever been a toilet slave before?" asked Dan tongue kissing Bernice's
parted lips.
"Yes, for Ernest and his mother and father, the first time I was being
punished. Ernest caught me screwing some construction workers without his
permission. I was walking by the building site and they started yelling nasty
things at me. I got turned on and went inside, stripped, lay down on a stack of
sheet rock and spread my legs. They lined up and fucked me for six hours. One of
them went through my purse and got Ernie's cell number and called him so he
could listen to his wife being gangbanged. His mom selected my punishment," said
Bernice.
"Ernest always seemed like such a regular fellow. I did his taxes you know,"
said Dan.
"In many ways, Ernest is perfectly normal. But when it comes to sexual
matters, he was under the control of daddy and momma. They called the shots. I
was a submissive at that time and the three of them used me when they brought me
here for the first time. Ernest's Mom, Aileen, delighted in taking a big nasty
smelly dump in my mouth. The three of them ate cabbage, squash, and spinach
before we arrived here."
"You had sex with the three of them?" asked Dan.
"Many times after they whipped me senseless or forced me to eat a bucket of
warm shit washed down with a pitcher of their piss, Ernie's mom enjoyed causing
another person pain more than anyone I've ever known. She was also incredibly
good at it. One time she caused me to scream to the point I lost my voice and
couldn't make a sound for a week. She only used a hat pin," said Bernice.
"Sounds intense, but how'd she do it with just a hatpin, " asked Dan.
"It was intense. Aileen was expert at anatomy. She knew what parts of the
skeleton were closest to the surface and where the most sensitive nerve endings
were found. She would slip the hatpin under the skin and scrape the point across
the bone. Her favorite was the sternum. Bone scraping is so painful you go out
of your mind. A few minutes with Mom and most subs would be begging her to kill
them. Once I saw her use her hatpin on a male sub's penis. When she finished,
he was out of his mind. His master had to have him destroyed. Sometimes I miss
her," said Bernice wistfully.
"Will Ernest and parents be here tonight?" asked Dan.
"Both his parents died in a plane crash in Brazil. But Ernest and new wife
Leila may be here. Who knows, we may play together," said Bernice.
Dan had napped for two hours. He woke refreshed and looking forward to
experiencing what Bransford Farms had to offer.
Bernice had been uncannily correct. Dan had quickly gotten to be more than a
giver of scat once the action started.
There was a plastic cup of Dan's urine near Lena's hand in case she needed to
wash his shit down. Actually with the Holt twins, Bernice explained you were
experiencing several perversions at once. Both girls were mountains of corpulent
flesh. Fat hung in folds from their shoulders down. Access to their vagina was
possible only when the twins were on their stomach with their legs spread and
you reached your hand in to part the thick folds of fat. It took strength to
force apart heavy flaps of flesh and extend your hands into their pussies. At
Bernice's suggestion, he had felt Lena up and he did find it erotic to slide his
hands between the thick labial lips and finger the fatty openings of their
vaginas. Both girls found the slightest movement taxing and they always seemed
to be panting for breath.
"You may get into chubbiness. Some people take one look at all that fat and
get aroused. They run their hands over those folds of flesh and find them
erotic. I've seen women and men orgasm while licking their stretch marks. Some
men like to fuck their fat creases and folds with their cocks till they
ejaculate in a deep crevice," said Bernice as she and Dan were stripping naked
to join the Holt sisters in the Scat Room.
Dan had traced his fingers through the deep creases between the folds of fat
and passed his tongue across wide deep stretch marks in their protruding
abdomens. He found that interesting but not deeply erotic. But scat itself was
turning out to be very interesting to Dan. There was also the perversion of sex
with twins which Dan had never considered until Bernice mentioned it.
"There is a couple here who are into sex with identical twins, sometimes
girls, other times boys. They have sex with them on the stage while everybody
watches. He owns several blocks of downtown Boston real estate. They fly twins
in from all over the world on his private jet. Once he flew these Siamese girl
twins here. They were joined at the hip. He and his wife had sex with them then
let the audience have them. I ate one of them while Ernie fucked the other. They
climaxed together. They claimed that orgasms were shared. If you ate one to a
climax, they both got off. It was fortunate that the couple were both turned on
by such an odd fetish," explained Bernice.
But beyond being identical twins and grossly overweight, the Holt girls were
the queens of the Scat Room. At that moment each girl was on a vinyl padded
bench with a headrest that raised their large jar shaped heads up so they could
swallow. Dan guessed their ages as mid twenties. At that weight and diet, he
didn't think they would make it to forty. Thirty-five seemed a more likely life
span.
Whoever designed the Scat Room knew how it was going to be used thought Dan.
The floor and walls were tiled and there were sunken drains in the floor.
Everything was vinyl, stainless steel, or tile. Nothing was fabric. There was a
faucet and neatly rolled hose on each wall. There was even a nearby shower room
where he and Bernice could clean the shit off and redress.
Still, Dan wouldn't want to be the guy who cleaned the Scat Room after a busy
night. When he and Bernice arrived, the floor was inches deep in shit and they
were only the third couple to reserve the room. In his very first step into the
room, shit squished between his toes.
Dan arrived thinking that scat was not going to be his thing but he was still
willing to experience it. Dan knew that most perversions were a turn on the very
first time you experienced them. The question was whether it would make you hard
six months from now. When they had entered the room and found Lena and Lana
hosing shit off each other, he had gotten a hard on.
It had started with both girls sitting on a toilet chair and shitting in a
clear plastic pail while Dan and Bernice watched. Bernice had reached in the
pail, grabbed a handful of shit and smeared it over his hardening cock. He had
reciprocated by taking a double handful and working it into Bernice's large
breasts and then rubbing her clit with his shit covered hand. The Holt twins
smeared their bodies with shit and then rubbed themselves on Dan and Bernice. It
was sort of a group grope lubricated by human feces.
Dan along with Bernice was invited to piss in a large plastic cup. On the
drive down, they had each drank two liters of water. Dan at Bernice's insistence
had been holding it for what seemed liked hours and filled the cup to the brim.
The twins took a long swallow from each cup. Dan watched as Bernice took his cup
looked him in the eye and drank. He found himself so turned on that he took
Bernice's cup out of Lana's hand and drank. His cock registered maximum hardness
as Bernice's warm pee flowed into his stomach. It felt strange to have his
stomach full of Bernice's piss but it was definitely making him hot. Well, if
shit wasn't his thing, maybe piss was thought Dan.
He and Bernice watched the Holt girls reach in the bucket and take out little
pieces of their own shit, chew them up, and swallow them. Then Bernice joined
them and filled her own mouth with their shit. Bernice pressed her shit filled
mouth against Lana's and they tongue kissed swapping shit between them. Bernice
gave Dan a look that said 'Are you in or out?'
Dan decided he was in. He took Bernice in his arms, opened his mouth and
pressed his lips to hers. He felt her tongue push some shit into his mouth. He
managed to chew it up and swallow it without retching. Dan tongue kissed the
shit-covered lips of both twins. Next Bernice started to gorge herself on the
twin's shit. Bernice kept one shit-covered hand stroking Dan's dick while the
other repeatedly dipped into the bucket, grabbed a handful of shit and stuffed
it into her mouth. The Holt twins started rubbing Bernice's clit as she consumed
their shit. As she ate faster, they rubbed faster. Dan watched their pudgy
fingers drawing circles in shit around Bernice's clit. It reminded him of a
child's finger painting. Finally, Bernice grabbed a double handful of shit and
forced it into her mouth like a person who hadn't eaten for a week. As she
chewed and swallowed, she reached an orgasm. Dan watched her throat as it
swallowed mouthful after mouthful of excrement. Bernice's orgasm ended as she
swallowed the last mouthful of the twin's warm feces.
Her mouth and face were smeared with feces. Bernice had almost emptied the
bucket. There was a small handful remaining. Dan looked directly at Bernice and
opened his mouth in surrender. Bernice took the small turd and placed it in
Dan's mouth. He chewed it up and swallowed it.
Man, this is beyond wild thought Dan.
"You too lay on your backs with your heads side by side and we'll give you a
golden shower," said Lena.
Dan positioned himself on a thin vinyl cushion that served as a floor mat.
Bernice's head was right beside his. They were ear to ear with their feet in
opposite directions. Dan was looking up at the ceiling when Lena straddled their
head. He looked up to see the folds of fat that cascaded off her thighs. She
reached her pudgy hands down and pulled her labia apart.
"Open up," said Lena.
Dan knew what coming and opened his mouth. He sensed Bernice was doing the
same. Warm strong yellow piss rained down all over his face. When his mouth
partially filled, he swallowed. After a moment, it stopped and he looked up to
see Lana was replacing Lena. There was more urine and he help swallowing until
Lana finished. Bernice rose up and gave him a passionate kiss, her mouth
stinking of piss and shit. Dan could tell she was deeply into scat as a
perversion.
"How about some warm caviar for us from you two" asked Lana?
And that was where Dan was now forcing out a nice steaming hot turd into
Lena's mouth. Her lips were wrapped around it, slowly masticating and swallowing
as it emerged from his rectum. When the turd was finished, Lena let out a
satisfying belch and sighed 'good shit'. Then Bernice grabbed his hand and said
"I want to eat your shit tonight. I want to swallow it as comes out of your
asshole. Give me some caviar as it dumps out your ass."
Dan nodded his agreement. He had never imagined himself involved in scat. Let
alone being turned on by it.
Bernice and the twins took him over to a toilet chair and sat him down.
Bernice got on her back face directly under the chair. She was lying down on the
shit covered tile floor. When Dan looked down between his legs, he saw she was
waiting with her mouth wide open. It took a moment's concentration before his
sphincter opened and a fat stick of shit emerged.
"Oh, it's going to be a big one," said Bernice excitedly.
Lana was licking Bernice's sit covered clit. Lena was nearby masturbating
herself with a shit-covered hand. There were feces smeared over most of her huge
body. As his turd reached her lips, Bernice begin to chew and swallow. After a
few minutes of releasing it inch by inch, he felt something break loose and his
bowels emptied a bucket load of soft loose shit over Bernice's head. When he
looked down, he saw that Bernice's face was covered in several inches of very
dark, almost black, shit. Bernice was busily using her fingers to push the soft
shit into her mouth so she could swallow it.
"That was wonderful. I love loose caviar. Now, piss in my mouth," pleaded
Bernice.
Dan aimed his dick downward and let his stream flow. Bernice swallowed as her
mouth filled.
"I want your shit too," said Dan as he helped Bernice to her feet.
"I knew it, lover. Somehow I knew you'd be swallowing a warm turd right out of
my ass before tonight was over. I got a hot soft one just waiting to be eaten,"
said Bernice as they swapped positions.
Dan felt his back sink slowly in the three inches of feces covering the floor.
He opened his mouth as he saw Bernice's sphincter open and the tip of a light
brown turd appear. One of the twins was sucking his cock. There was something
terribly erotic about watching the way Bernice's asshole opened up and the end
of the golden brown turd appeared. A piece of soft shit fell into his mouth and
he swallowed it. That was followed a large clump of warm oozing feces that he
had to work hard to swallow. He kept swallowing until Bernice finished. He
raised his head up and licked the tail of shit off Bernice's butt hole.
"Wash it down with this," said Bernice as she let go a stream of piss into
Dan's open mouth.
"You two are definitely players, want to try the ultimate?" asked Lana.
"Yes," said Dan not knowing or caring what the ultimate was.
"Lay down side by side on the floor and hold each other and start kissing,"
said Lana.
Dan and Bernice were licking shit and piss out of each other's mouths when
Lena gave them each a small paper cup of a chalky medicine to drink.
"Drink it together and then hold each other very tight and keep tongue
kissing. It works quickly," said Lena as she and Lana got down on the floor with
considerable effort. Lena took a handful of shit off the floor and used it to
cover Dan's cock. Then Lena took Dan's shit covered cock in her mouth and
started sucking it. Dan could see that Lana's mouth was stimulating Bernice's
clit that was similarly buried in two inches of feces.
They downed the medicinal tasting contents of the paper cup and went back to
kissing. In a matter of seconds, Dan felt his stomach start to rumble. Dan
quickly realized he had just drunk an emetic and would be puking his guts out in
a few seconds. He felt Bernice's stomach give a couple of strong heaves and then
felt his mouth fill with her vomit. That was all it took for Dan's stomach to
react. Somehow they kept passionately kissing as they spewed vomit over one
another, both attempting to puke into the other's open mouth. Dan's vomit was a
mixture of shit, piss, and chunky, half-digested pieces of the seafood dinner he
had eaten when they stopped on the drive there. It took several minutes for
everything to come up but after a while they both stopped puking although they
did keep kissing as they retched in each other's mouth.
Dan felt his hard cock bean to twitch inside Lena's mouth. Her fat shit
covered lips caressed his cock as she sucked him. He was trying to swallow his
and Bernice's puke back down in order to prolong their exchange of vomit.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and spurted cum into Lena's mouth as
his guts spayed a final burst of vomit into the air.
Dan lay there covered with filth too exhausted to move. He came back to
awareness when he felt a warm stream of water playing across his body. When he
looked up, he saw Lana and Lena were hosing them off. Dan slowly stood up then
helped Bernice to her feet. Dan stood there while they washed the worst of it
off his body.
Bernice and he showered together. Bernice had been right about you not knowing
what really turned you on until you tried it. They had taken a warm leisurely
shower together. They washed each other carefully to clean the shit out of the
hard to reach places. They flushed each other's ears with a cleansing solution.
When they were done, they put on thick terry cloth robes and relaxed in the
dressing room. Bernice removed two cans of Red Bull from the mini-refrigerator,
poured them over a glass of ice and handed one to him.
"What's that?" asked Dan
"Red Bull, its an energy drink, caffeine and sugar, it'll get us going again."
"What's next?"
"A rare treat, our names were selected to punish a young married couple that
got themselves into a little situation, we get to go first."
"Tell me more," said Dan thinking how erotic it would be to whip a wife in
front of her husband.
Bernice opened a manila folder and began to read from a typed sheet.
"Alex Bachman is twenty four and a salesman for IBM. He's 5'11 and weighs 175
pounds. Kathy Bachman is also twenty-four and a fitness instructor and manager
for Boston Sports Clubs. Kathy is 5'6" tall and weighs 111 pounds," read Bernice
as she handed Dan a picture of the couple in wedding attire.
"Nice looking couple, what did they do to be punished?"
"Kathy embezzled $30,000 from the club where she worked and was caught. The
owner is a member here. Bernard is actually on the club's board of directors.
Bernie gave her a choice. She could go to jail and become a felon or she and her
husband could spend one night as slaves in the S&M dungeon. She had to return
the money of course."
"Why did the husband go along? He hadn't done anything?"
"Well, he either had to agree to participate or there was no deal and Kathy
went off to the slammer. They're a nice middle class couple. The thought of jail
was too much for them. They have no S&M experience but they probably know that
there's going to be pain involved. They were picked up this afternoon,
blindfolded and brought here. We can pretty much do what we want with them as
long as there's no debilitating permanent damage. Bernie wants us and the two
other couples who'll be punishing them to make this a weekend they'll never
forget. He wants them hurt and hurt badly. That's not something you get to do
often. After the three couples are done, Bernie is going to put them on display
in the theatre on the first floor. Knowing Bernie, I expect he has some
surprises of his own in store for them. We need to go see Mistress Claire," said
Bernice as she stood up to leave.
Dan followed her to another area of the mansion. They arrived in large room
containing several racks of fetish attire. There was a woman there who
identified herself as Mistress Claire.
"I've brought my own outfit, Mistress Clair, but do see if you can find Master
Dan some appropriately scary attire," said Bernice to the tall, muscular woman
dressed in a latex cat suit. The suit had openings for her breasts and vagina.
Bernice was carrying a vinyl suit bag and a small case.
"Lovely cock," said Mistress Claire taking Dan's penis in her hand. "A leather
studded cod piece with a zipper will do. That way you can easily pull it out
when you're ready to use it on the Bachman's."
"Yes, it is lovely. I spent most of the afternoon sucking it. I think Dan
would look great in a pair of Storm Trooper boots and one of those matching
studded chest harnesses," said Bernice as she stepped into a black leather
corset and pulled it up and under her breasts.
"I wear a Size 10 shoe," said Dan.
"Here," said Mistress Claire. "These should fit." She handed Dan the rest of
his attire then turned to help Bernice lace up her corset.
Dan spent some minutes lacing up the tall boots and tightening the harness.
When he turned around, Mistress Claire had just finished helping Bernice dress.
"Wow, you look terrific. Forget the Bachman's. Let's fuck right here and now
on the floor," said Dan admiring the effect of Bernice's fetish apparel. The
corset squeezed her waist to where her figure was a well-indented hourglass.
Bernice's large breasts were completely exposed and appeared to burst out of the
corset top. Straps built into the corset crossed between her legs. They
separated her labia exposing her clitoris and vagina. Garters attached to the
corset held up long black stockings. Bernice was wearing open toed sandals with
crisscrossed ankle straps and six-inch clear plastic heels.
"Later, lover, you can do what you want with me. But right now, I want to
watch you whip Kathy Bachman senseless," said Bernice.
"Time you two met the Bachman's. They are scared to death and incredibly
naive, especially the wife. I envy you," said Mistress Claire.
"Good, we'll make them wish they never heard of Bransford Farms," said
Bernice.
"You're first with them. Here's your agenda. Do you want to watch them for a
few minutes before you start?" asked Mistress Claire. Dan stood by Bernice as
they looked down at the typed page.
"We start with enemas. That should be fun," said Bernice reading from the
agenda.
"Here, listen and size them up before you meet them," said Mistress Claire as
she switched on a closed circuit television. There sat the couple on a wooden
bench. They were dressed in street clothes that looked like they were purchased
at The Gap. They looked very nervous and frightened as they talked. Mistress
Claire turned up the sound so Dan and Bernice could hear.
"I told them to sit there and not get up. They sound so worried and terrified
that it makes me wet. Just listen for a while and then you can have your fun
with them. I'll be in here playing with myself while you enjoy them," said
Mistress Claire as she flipped a control switch that enabled a pickup microphone
located near the Bachman's.
"I'm sorry Alex, this is all my fault. I don't know why Mr. Ebbers insisted
you come," said Kathy.
"He said they required couples."
"You could have refused."
"And let you be arrested and go to jail, I couldn't deal with my wife having a
prison record."
"Mr. Ebbers promised that if we paid the money back and spent the night here,
it would be forgotten. I can even work for him as an instructor but not as a
manager. He said he can never trust me again in a position of responsibility."
"I know. We've been through all of that before. We've made our choice. I just
wish they'd get started so we could get this over with."
"Do you think they'll hurt us?"
"I don't think all this stuff is designed to make us feel good," said Alex
gesturing toward the various S&M equipment arranged around the room.
"What are those X-shaped wooden things for?" asked Kathy pointing toward the
far end of the room.
"I've read about that. There called a St. Andrew's cross. They tie your arms
and legs to the arms of the X and whip you or torture you."
"I'm not sure I can stand to be whipped."
"I don't think they're going to give us a choice in the matter."
"Maybe they'll just want to have sex with us after they spank us with those
paddles. I thought it would be mostly sex after a good paddling. We even tried
that a few times at home. You spanked my naked butt with your hand then we made
love. That wasn't so bad. I just hope the guy isn't some fat pig."
"Don't just assume that only a guy will be working on you. You could easily
wind up munching rug tonight while I suck dick."
"Oh God, I hope not. I've never done anything like that."
"Too late to back out now. Look, I may have a guy's cock in my ass. You have
to be ready to do what it takes to get through this. It's only one night and
we're done," said Alex.
"That's disgusting. We should have made Mr. Ebbers understand that we weren't
going to do homosexual things."
"After what you did, we were in a position to bargain. Besides I suspect these
people don't make a big deal of any kind of sex. Just do whatever they want,"
said Alex.
"Time to get started. You'll begin with a good cleaning out. I filled the
enema bags and got everything ready," said Mistress Claire.
"We start with enemas," questioned Dan.
"Yes, otherwise they'll shit themselves the first time they taste the whip,"
said Mistress Claire as she turned to Dan and Bernice. "After I take you to
them, I'll return here. My friend and I will watch as you do nasty things with
them," said Mistress Claire holding up a large vibrator/dildo.
Mistress Claire lead Dan and Bernice through a heavy oak door and down two
flights of stone stairs to what Dan guessed was the subbasement of the mansion.
"They're in there waiting, enjoy," said Mistress Claire pointing toward a
door.
Dan and Bernice walked in to find the Bachman's still dressed in casual
clothes and sitting down on a long wooden bench. They both jumped up as soon as
Dan and Bernice entered.
"Hello," said Kathy.
"She just spoke without permission, that's ten strokes on each nipple," said
Bernice.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Kathy
"And that's ten more, you'd think the stupid little bitch would learn," said
Dan.
Kathy almost said something else but thought better of it and remained quiet.
"I'm Mistress Bernice and this is Master Dan. Refer to us that way or be
prepared to have your genitals whipped. Never speak until spoken too. Now get
undressed by the count of twenty or I'll give you ten lashes for every count
above twenty."
Kathy and Alex quickly undressed. Alex hesitated for a moment when he came to
his briefs then decided he had no choice and slipped them down revealing a good
size cock. Kathy undressed down to her bra and panties and then said, "Can I
leave my underwear on?"
"What a moron, stupid little cunt, do you really want us to whip your nipples
off? Everything now," thundered Dan in a loud voice. Kathy quickly unsnapped her
bra and then slipped her panties down and off. Dan saw that Kathy had a very
good figure. Her abs were sculptured just as you would expect in an aerobics
instructor. Kathy was a brunette. Her pubic region was saved expect for a
rattail directly above her vagina. Dan walked around Kathy inspecting her naked
body as she stood trembling in fear. Dan's cock stirred when he thought about
how he would be able to do whatever he wanted to Kathy's body and cause her as
much pain as he could manage. When he ran his hand over her naked butt, she
shivered.
Bernice was carrying out a similar inspection of Alex. She brushed her hand
across his cock then reached down and grabbed his balls in one hand as she
gripped his cock in the other.
"This is going to be very sore by the time we're done," said Bernice looking
directly in Alex's eyes. Alex lowered his eyes afraid to speak.
"Let's get started," said Dan.
Bernice handed Dan sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs plus a waist chain
and a set of manacles. Dan buckled the cuffs around Kathy's wrists and ankles
then used the wrist manacle to fasten the cuffs to the waist chain. Kathy's arms
were secured to her side. Bernice had Alex similarly restrained.
With Kathy's manacled hands secured to the waist chain, Dan halted a moment
and took one of Kathy's nipples in his hand and slowly twisted it as he looked
directly in her eyes. Then he used his other hand to grasp and slowly twist the
other nipple. Dan looked over to see that Bernice was playing with Alex's cock.
At first, Dan gently massaged both nipples between his thumb and first fingers.
He looked at Kathy's face and saw she was getting slightly turned on by what he
was doing to her breasts. He leaned down and gave her a French kiss that she
responded to.
Dan started to slowly increase the pressure. Initially, Kathy reacted as if
she was feeling more aroused. Then her face began to frown as Dan pressed down
harder and harder. Finally, he began to pull upward as he pinched and twisted
Kathy's nipples.
"Stop, that hurts," said Kathy.
"I think we have a slow learner here. She just can't keep her mouth shut. I'm
going to whip your tits until you loose your voice from screaming. Then you'll
shut up," said Dan pulling Kathy almost off the floor by her nipples. Kathy
squirmed in pain and Dan saw tears forming in her eyes. Dan felt his cock harden
as he enjoyed the pain he was causing Kathy.
Dan heard Alex moan and looked to see that Bernice was stroking his hard on
with one hand as she twisted his ball sack with the other. Alex was trying to
move to one side but Bernice had a firm hold on his gonads.
"Let's clean these two out before they shit on the floor," said Bernice.
Dan and Bernice marched the two over to an area of the dungeon equipped for
enema cleansing. In a few minutes, Alex and Kathy were bent over separate padded
benches with their butts pointed toward the ceiling. They could see each other's
face if they looked over their shoulder. They were restrained with slide clips
attached to their wrist and ankle cuffs. Bernice handed Dan a tube of lubricant
and he squeezed out a dollop on one finger then applied it to Kathy's brown
hole. Kathy let out a little gasp when Dan sunk his finger in her asshole. He
wasn't gentle about it. He felt her anal ring grab at the invading finger,
attempting to expel it. Once again, Dan felt his cock harden as he sensed
Kathy's fear. Dan had felt himself become aroused as he twisted her nipples and
saw the pain reflected in Kathy's face. He was looking forward to making her and
Alex scream.
Dan pushed his finger further in Kathy's rectum and was rewarded with another
little gasp of pain. He put some more lubricant on his fingers and sunk it to
the second joint inside Kathy's ass. He heard a little sob. Dan squeezed more
lubricant on his second finger then shoved two fingers up Kathy's ass. He added
a third finger and worked them around in a circle opening and stretching Kathy's
anus. Kathy let out a whimper when Dan's fingers went in as far as they go.
"Kathy, wait till I get my cock up your ass, then you'll really have something
to cry about," said Dan. Kathy responded with a loud sob. Dan could hear Alex
breathing deeply as Bernice worked lubricant into his rectum.
"Master Dan is going to fuck your little butt too. Have you ever been fucked
in the ass, Alex?" asked Bernice.
"Yes, Mistress Bernice."
"He called me Mistress. This slave is a fast learner. He's not like that dumb
wife of his that got him into this. Are you looking forward to seeing her
punished? Tell the truth or Mistress Bernice will twist your balls until you
do."
"Yes, I am, Mistress."
"You're looking forward to seeing Master Dan fuck her. Are you going to get
hard when you see Master Dan ramming his cock in her bloody asshole?"
"Yes, Mistress, I will get hard when he fucks her ass."
Dan listened to Bernice taunt Alex as Kathy sobbed. He found his cock was hard
as a rock. There were a half dozen three quart pumpkin style enema bags
suspended from a ceiling rack over the two benches. They were full. Bernice
selected two enema nozzles with inflatable collars from a nearby table. She
handed one to Dan.
"Put it in about six inches then inflate the collar," said Bernice handing Dan
a contraption consisting of a large stainless steel enema nozzle on one end and
soft black inflatable rubber ring on the other. There was a squeeze bulb to
inflate the ring and a release valve for deflation. It resembled a blood
pressure bulb. Dan coated the nozzle end with lubricant and then pushed it into
Kathy's asshole until the collar slipped slightly inside her. Kathy let out a
gasp of pain as the nozzle penetrated a full six inches into her bowels.
"Kathy, when was the last time you had an enema?" asked Dan.
"I've never had one before, Master Dan," responded Kathy trying not to cry.
"Well, you're in for a treat," said Dan as he began to squeeze the black bulb
and inflate the collar inside Kathy's sphincter. Dan ran his hand over Kathy's
muscular back. She was covered in sweat. She started moaning as she felt the
collar inflating inside her asshole.
"Tight as a frog ass," said Dan when he finished expanding the collar sealing
Kathy's butt. Dan imitated Bernice's moves and attached the tube from the bag
marked with a 'one' to the nozzle.
"The first bag contains Castile soap in warm water. That will irritate the
bowel and get you in the mood to take a big shit, which of course, you can't
take until Master Dan and I decide the time is right," said Bernice.
Dan and Bernice reached up and released the small clamp that was blocking the
flow of fluid through the tube. Dan heard the trickle of water as the flow
started to empty the pumpkin bag into Alex and Kathy's bowels.
"I want to talk to Mr. Ebbers. He didn't say anything about enemas or having
things put in your ass, this hurts too much, I'm starting to cramp," whined
Kathy.
"Just shut the fuck up, Kathy, you're only making it worse," screamed Alex.
"It hurts, Alex. My guts are cramping and feel like they're on fire. I need to
shit and I can't. I can't take this. I'd rather go to jail." Kathy started to
cry. Dan could see her fists clenching and unclenching as her bowels filled and
her stomach expanded.
"It's too fucking late, you stupid cunt," screamed Alex who followed this
outburst with a long moan as his guts began to cramp.
Dan reached down and felt Kathy's pussy. He began to massage her clitoris as
he watched her writhe back and forth in pain. Dan could hear Alex breathing
loudly attempting to control the cramps. After a few moments, Dan heard a small
gurgling noise that signaled the bags were empty. Bernice played with Alex's
cock and balls and Dan finger fucked Kathy's pussy and thumbed her clitoris for
the full five minutes they were supposed to wait.
After only two minutes. Kathy started sobbing loudly and begging them to let
her relieve herself.
"Please, you can do anything else you want. I need to shit. I can't stand
this. My stomach is going to explode. I'll suck your cock and I'll fuck you.
I'll fuck you every day for the next year just let me shit," pleaded Kathy.
Dan and Bernice waited until five minutes had transpired then released the two
from the bench and marched them over to a nearby pair of toilets. The commodes
were about three feet apart and in the open. There was no privacy. They sat
Alex and Kathy down and pressed the valve releasing the air from the collar.
Immediately, their assholes blew out the nozzles and a torrent of fresh turds
and enema fluid filled the commode bowl. After the initial explosion, there were
repeated smaller bursts. It was obvious that Kathy felt incredibly humiliated
having to relieve herself while others watched.
Dan decided to compound her humiliation. Dan straddled the seated Kathy,
unzipped his codpiece and pulled out his hard cock.
"Suck my cock while you shit," said Dan to the seated Kathy. Kathy looked up
with tears in her eyes; but she opened her mouth and took his hard penis in and
began to suck up and down on it.
"Look at your thieving slut wife sucking Master Dan's cock. I guess you know
you're married to an embezzling little whore," said Bernice to Alex.
Dan heard Bernice tell Alex to lick her clit. He looked over to see Alex's
tongue moving up and down across Bernice's engorged clit.
Dan relaxed as Kathy sucked his dick while she emptied her bowels. It was a
turn on to feel her mouth working on his dick. Every once in a while, Kathy
would stop and grunt then Dan would hear a stream of water eject from her
asshole.
"Let's switch," said Bernice. Dan and Bernice exchanged places. Alex didn't
hesitate to take Dan's cock in his mouth and start sucking. Dan heard a hard
slap followed by Kathy's loud sobbing. He looked over to see Kathy licking
Bernice's clit but there was a handprint on the side of Kathy's face.
When Alex and Kathy finished shitting, they took them back over to the enema
benches for the second round of cleansing. This time it would be the bag labeled
with a 'two'. This was very hot water laced with a thicker solution of Castile
soap. Dan noticed that the bags were hot to the touch. As soon as they released
the clamp, the two started to kick and complain. Dan reached under Kathy to feel
her swelling belly. It was warm to the touch and you could actually feel her
sides convulsing from severe cramps. Kathy was trembling all over and pleading
with them to stop. She offered everything possible including a willingness to
suck and fuck Dan every day for the rest of his life if only he would quit
filling her with the hot liquid.
They waited the required ten minutes. Bernice handed Dan a dildo. He slipped
it inside Kathy's pussy and began to fuck her with it. That only added to her
misery as her intestines churned and rebelled from the irritation of the hot
soapy solution.
The commode part went quicker this time since both were loosened up. Dan and
Bernice bent over at the waist presenting their rears to Alex and Kathy.
"Eat my ass, Kathy," said Dan.
Kathy's spirit was broken. She leaned forward and started to lick Dan's
asshole.
"That' right, little bitch, lick and suck my shit hole," said Dan.
The third and final enema bag contained ice-cold water. Kathy started
screaming as soon as the frigid solution entered her lower intestine. The
contrast with the previous hot enema caused her colon to violently clench and
unclench. She could feel her abdomen contract viciously and then expand. Alex
didn't scream but he moaned almost as loud as Kathy's screams. Kathy's teeth
started chattering from the cold. After the usual five-minute wait and the
commode, the enemas were done. Kathy and Alex looked drained. Bernice handed
them a plastic bottle of water and told them to drink it to avoid dehydration.
"Well that shut you up," said Bernice to Kathy.
"Yes, Mistress, " responded Kathy.
"She's even learned some manners," said Dan.
"Now's the time to play like you were in the British Navy and you were caught
stealing from ship's stores. Let's introduce them to St. Andrew," said Bernice.
Dan chained Kathy facing the cross and Bernice did the same with Alex. Bernice
handed Dan a heavy multi-stranded whip. It was beautifully made, not one of
those cheap whips you find in an adult store. Dan hefted it. It was heavy. He
would have guessed three or four pounds.
"They're made in Australia out of kangaroo. That's a classic 'cat of nine'.
Those knots on the end of each strand are called 'Turks Heads'. They flay the
flesh and cause excruciating pain. This is going to be a flogging just like the
British Navy did two hundred years ago. Let's start with twenty good ones on
the back, then we'll move on to other things," said Bernice.
The only person Dan had ever whipped was Anna Estelle and he had been worried
about hurting her. With Kathy, he decided to really cut loose and whip her with
all his strength. He landed the whip at the top of her shoulders. Instantly
Kathy screamed with everything she had. Kathy had never felt such pain. Her back
was on fire. She was barely aware that Alex had also screamed when Bernice's
whip landed on his lower back.
Dan examined Kathy's back after he first stroke. There were nine places where
the knots landed that the skin was peeled back in little flaps. Dan landed his
next blow slightly lower. More skin was peeled back and little droplets of blood
appeared. Dan delivered five more using all the strength in his arm. After that,
he stepped forward to examine the screaming Kathy who was having trouble gulping
in enough breath for the terrific screams the cat was dragging out of her. The
top layer of skin was missing from Kathy's shoulder blades. Dan could clearly
see that in certain places part of the trapeziums and rear deltoids muscles were
showing. The whip had flayed off deeper layers of skin. Dan's cock was so hard
he though he was going to climax without touching himself. That was a phenomena
he had read about but never believed he would experience. Whipping the flesh off
Kathy's back was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Each time the
whip landed, Dan saw a spray of flesh, blood, and sweats explode off Kathy's
back as she twisted and screamed in anguish. At some point, Kathy lost control
of her bladder and a stream of yellow piss ran down her legs on to her feet and
the floor.
Kathy's throat sounded like it had been sandpapered as she screamed herself
hoarse. She realized the pointlessness of screaming but each time the nine tails
of the cat landed, a loud wail was wrenched from her throat. She kept hoping she
would pass out. After each blow, she screamed with everything she had. Then
there was a moment where she hoped it was over. Next she would hear the awful
whirring sound the cat made when it passed through the air. After that, her back
would explode in pain.
At the twentieth stroke, Kathy was moaning not screaming. Dan passed his hand
over Kathy's shoulder blades smearing the blood with his fingers. He rubbed the
blood over his cock as he admired the way her back muscles were exposed by the
flayed flesh. Bernice handed him a large very wet sea sponge.
"Salt brine, it prevents infection and takes the pain to a whole new level.
After a sailor was flogged, they put salt brine on his back to reinforce the
punishment. It also causes scaring so they have a reminder that will always be
with them. This pair will never be able to go to a public beach as long as they
live."
Dan watched as Bernice applied the sponge to Alex's back. When the water
streamed down into the open flesh, Alex began to scream.
"Does it hurt, Alex? That'll teach you not to marry a thieving whore," said
Bernice.
Dan rubbed the sponge over Kathy's flayed flesh. As the salt water came in
contact with the patches of missing skin, Kathy's mouth opened and she emitted a
wail drawn from her very soul. At that moment, given a choice of ten years in
prison or the pain she was feeling, Kathy would quickly choose prison.
Bernice handed him a flexible rattan cane as she took the cat-of-nine out of
his hand.
"Next they get ten cane strokes on their buttocks. That will leave welts
they'll feel for a month," said Bernice.
"Oh God, Mistress, please, I didn't steal. It was her not me," sobbed Alex.
"Too bad, Alex, you apparently made a bad choice in who you picked to marry.
Now you have to pay for it," said Bernice.
Dan immediately saw Bernice was right about the canes. The first blow of the
cane sent Kathy into a new round of screams. The cane also cut the flesh and
raised a huge welt. After the tenth blow, there were ten raised ridges of bright
red flesh across Kathy's butt. Dan ran his hands over the ridges of raised flesh
thinking they were hot to the touch. Kathy was hanging in her restraints
whimpering.
"What's next?" asked Dan.
"Leave her there for the moment. Help me get Alex over to that table."
Dan and Bernice took Alex off the cross and walked him over to a waist high
table. The table was padded and there were several holes located at strategic
positions. Alex used the step stool to climb up on the table and lay face
downward. Dan saw that Alex's genitals and nipples were accessible from the
table bottom. Dan helped Bernice restrain Alex to where he had almost no freedom
of movement. Then she reached under the table and took Alex's cock in her hand.
"Time for a little CBT," said Bernice.
"CBT?" questioned Dan.
"Cock and ball torture."
"Please, dear God, no more, I can't take any more pain. I didn't embezzle
anything. Kathy is the one. Hurt her not me," pleaded Alex.
"I love it when they break and start begging you to hurt their spouse. It
demonstrates that there is definitely a limit to true love," said Bernice.
"Alex wants us to keep on hurting you. Kathy. He regrets marrying you and
suggests we can do anything to you as long as we leave him alone," said Dan to
Kathy using her hair to hold her head up and looking directly in her face as he
spoke.
Dan watched as Bernice looped a shoelace around the base of Alex's ball sack
and drew it tight. Alex's nuts were now tied off. Each testicle bulged tightly
against the skin of the sack. Then Bernice attached a larger cord around the
base and tied it tight. The larger cord had a large metal hook attached at the
bottom.
"Hand me that five pound weight," said Bernice to Dan.
"For the love of Jesus Christ, don't do that to me," begged Alex.
"And a two pound weight, he spoke without permission."
Bernice put the hook in a hole in the weights and dropped them. Alex responded
with an intake of breath.
"Your sack will stretch if it doesn't rip off. You'll have what the faggots
call low hangers," said Bernice as she gave the weights a shove and watched them
swing.
"Hand me those clamps," said Bernice. Dan handed her two large clamps that had
jagged teeth and looked as if they were adapted from a cable used to jumpstart a
car battery. One clamp was red and the other black. Bernice grabbed Alex's
nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pulled it down as far as possible then
let the clamp snap shut at the base of the elongated flesh. A loud howl went up
from Alex. Bernice then hooked a one-pound weight into a small hole drilled in
the base of the clamp handle. Bernice let the weight fall giving it a flick with
her finger to send it swinging. You could hear Alex breathing loudly trying to
control the pain.
"Here, let me do the other one," said Dan taking the clamp out of Bernice's
hand. He grabbed Alex's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezed and
pulled with all the hand strength he could muster. Dan was surprised at the
force it took to open the clamp. He positioned it at the very base of Alex's
male breast and let the clamp snap shut. A loud scream roared out of Alex's
mouth.
"Nicely done, Dan, you're going to make an excellent sadist," said Bernice
handing him a one pound weight.
"We owe motor mouth twenty on each nipple. I'll let you do the honors," said
Bernice.
They detached Kathy from the St. Andrews cross then reattached her facing
outward. Bernice handed Dan another type of whip.
"It's a quirt, a single strand whip. You should be able to land it on her
breasts without a problem. Stand at an angle so you are whipping down on her
tits. Actually tit tortures is on the agenda of the next couple but we can whip
them since she disobeyed us," said Bernice.
"Tit tortures, what will the next couple do? She had nice breasts," said Dan.
"They won't be so nice when Irene Robbins finishes with them. Irene is into
needles, skewers and presses. Irene will put them in a press, flatten them to a
pancake, and see how many needles she can poke through. The finale will involve
meat skewers. They're not all that sharp. She usually has to hammer them through
the flesh."
"Makes my cock hard thinking about that," said Dan.
Dan landed the first blow on the top of Kathy's breast. When he say how the
whip indented her flesh instantly turning the surface a fiery red, he felt his
blood rush. The sound of Kathy's long plaintive wail of pain hardened both his
cock and his resolve to cause her even greater agony with subsequent strokes.
"Here let me suck you off as you whip her tits," said Bernice as she dropped
to her knees and took Dan's erect cock in her mouth.
Dan loved the way the heavy quirt compressed the flesh of the breast as it
landed. Unlike before, Kathy could see what he was doing. Dan turned out to be
proficient with the quirt. Several blows landed downward right on the nipple.
Kathy obliged him by screaming and twisting begging him to stop. Dan discovered
what really excited him was when Kathy whined and pleaded for mercy. He would
strike a blow, witness how the quirt tortured her breasts and then revel in the
screams and the cries for mercy.
It was on the tenth blow against the second breast that Dan ejaculated in
Bernice's mouth. Dan felt like he could climax forever. He managed to land
several blows directly on Kathy's nipple as he spurted gobs of jism in Bernice's
mouth. Kathy had passed out when he finished.
Bernice broke a glass ampoule under Kathy's nose and Kathy jerk back into a
consciousness so painful that she deeply regretted being alive.
"Look here, this nipple is only hanging a sliver of skin. We'll leave that for
Irene. She'll pull it off and make her eat it. Can you imagine being forced to
eat your own nipple?" said Bernice laughing.
"I thought we weren't supposed to do anything permanent," said Dan
"Well, accidents do happen. The phrase was permanently debilitating. You can
live without your nipples and do quite well. You just can't breast feed your
progeny."
"Are we done?"
"Not quite, our last task is to put Kathy on the Spanish Donkey and wait for
the Robbins to take over."
"Spanish Donkey, What's that?"
"The large wedge shaped contraption over there. The Spanish Inquisition
invented it. It's simple but amazingly effective, " said Bernice pointing toward
a fixture that looked like a huge wedge turned on its side with the pointed end
toward the ceiling. There was an irregular metal edge at the top.
"How does it work?" asked Dan.
"Kathy will be on top with one leg on each side. I'll attach weights to her
ankles. That will provide more pain than you would have thought possible. The
pain is so severe that women have been known to loose their sanity after a
donkey ride and never regain it."
"You've seen it used before?' asked Dan.
"Yes, I've even ridden the donkey myself thanks to my mother-in-law. Aileen
put me on it once, just to see how I would react. She told me that she would
make Ernie take me down as soon as I asked but she lied. She kept me there for
thirty minutes. I seriously considered killing her afterwards. My pussy was sore
for a month. I would wake up screaming when I dreamed I was still up there with
my weight resting on my cunt. It didn't feel that bad for the first thirty
seconds then you start to feel that steel edge biting into your cunt. The pain
doubles each minute your ride. Attempts to shift your weight only increase the
pain. I was in agony after the first minute, babbling like a mad woman inside
of five minutes. I was incoherent when they took me take me off. The Inquisition
had one twist we don't practice here. They used to light a fire under one end of
the metal ridge. Slowly the metal transfers the heat to the entire ridge. Your
puss winds up resting on a red-hot sharp piece of metal. Very few women ever
left a heated Spanish donkey with a shred of sanity."
"Let's get Kathy mounted on the Spanish Donkey. I want to see," said Dan
starting to unshackle the comatose Kathy from the cross.
"You'll have to carry her, Let's get her up on the donkey then wake her up,"
said Bernice. "How are you doing, Alex?" asked Bernice reaching underneath the
table to lift the weight attached to Alex's gonads then drop it.
"Oh Jesus fuck, you're going to rip my balls off," screamed Alex.
"How does this feel?" asked Bernice climbing under the table and taking the
tip of Alex's cock in her mouth and sucking it.
"Good, untie me and I'll give you a good fuck. I'll eat your pussy, suck
Master Dan's cock. Anything just get this off me. My balls can't take anymore,"
pleaded Alex.
"Sorry, Alex but we have to leave you like this for Frank and Irene," said
Bernice as she once again lifted and dropped the weight swinging below Alex's
balls while she kept sucking the tip.
"You're killing me, you bitch," screamed Alex.
"Bad boy, you called me a dirty name. I'll have to punish you," said Bernice
as she took the quirt out of Dan's hand and proceeded to land five hard strokes
on Alex's back. Dan moved closer to watch the quirt land on Alex's fleshless
shoulder blades. Each blow produced a spray of blood and loose pieces of skin.
God how I love to see this kind of pain thought Dan. Bernice is so talented
and knowledgeable. Look at how exposed Alex's right scapula has become. The
quirt is landing directly on the muscle tissue.
As soon as Bernice stopped, Dan walked over and took her in his arms and gave
her a passionate kiss. Alex continued to whimper and sob after Bernice finished.
"That was beautiful. You caused him so much pain. Just watching you got me
hard," said Dan rubbing his hard cock against Bernice.
"Let's get our little embezzler mounted and then we can fuck while she
screams," said Bernice.
Dan saw when he got close to the Spanish Donkey that the top of the wedge
was very narrow and covered with iron studs that made it a slightly uneven
surface. They fastened a leather collar around Kathy's neck then hooked the
chains to the front and back of the collar. The other end of the chains was
attached to the ends of the Spanish Donkey.
"That'll keep her upright. Now, let's her chain her hands behind her back at
both the elbows and wrists," said Bernice. "That's very painful in and of
itself."
"Like this?" asked Dan.
"Little tighter, that'll make her thrust her tits out and force her to sit
upright," said Bernice.
"She'll be able to move her legs," said Dan.
"Not after we attach these, you do the other side," said Bernice handing Dan
an ankle cuff.
Dan walked around to the other side and buckled a leather cuff around Kathy's
ankle. She started to stir out of her faint as he finished buckling.
"Attach this to the cuff and let's say two tens and a five, twenty five pounds
should do it," said Bernice pointing toward a rack of weight plates.
Dan quickly hooked the plates to the chain and let them fall pulling Kathy's
leg straight downward. He hurried to the other side to help Bernice.
"Now, can you lift her up just an inch or so and I'll adjust her labia so
she's resting right on her vagina," said Bernice.
Dan stepped up on a stool and pulled Kathy slightly upward and off the apex of
the V. Bernice made certain adjustments between Kathy's legs.
"Lower her slowly. Good, she's right on her hole. Let's wake the little bitch
up and see how she likes her ride," said Bernice walking over to grab another
can of Red Bill out of the mini-fridge. She took a popper ampoule from a nearby
basket. Bernice poured the can of Red Bull in a plastic squeeze bottle with a
built in straw.
"Hold her still while I wake her up. I'll try to get her to drink some Red
Bull so she has plenty of energy to scream," said Bernice as she mounted the
stool.
"Wake up, Kathy, time to take a ride, breathe deeply," said Bernice as she
broke the popper under Kathy's nose. Kathy's head jerked as she inhaled the
amyl nitrate. Her eyes opened.
"Here, drink this, it'll make you feel better," cooed Bernice placing the
straw between Kathy's lips. Dan watched the brown liquid course through the
straw as Kathy obviously thirsty took in the entire can of Red Bull in a matter
of seconds.
"That's a good girl, now enjoy your ride," said Bernice as she stepped down.
Dan watched as Kathy became more awake and began to sense her predicament. She
tried to raise her legs but was prevented by the weights. She tried to move her
head but the taut chains only allowed a slight movement.
"What are you doing to me? My pussy hurts," said Kathy looking down at Bernice
and Dan.
Dan embraced Bernice and they kissed passionately as Kathy began to wail and
squirm.
"Get me off this thing. I'm right on my cunt. It's hurting my pussy. I can't
stand the pain," sobbed Kathy.
"Lie down, Dan. I want to ride your cock as we listen to Kathy scream," said
Bernice as Kathy started to make more noise and beg harder to be taken off the
donkey.
Dan lay down on the mat that was right beside the Spanish donkey and closed
his eyes. He wanted to focus on Kathy's agony and enjoy her pain as Bernice
slipped his cock in her cunt and began to slowly raise and lower her pussy.
"Let's take it slow and enjoy Kathy's song. Allow her anguish to wash over us.
Open your mind to her pain. Try to imagine how Kathy must feel with a thin wedge
of iron slowly burrowing into her most sensitive flesh. Picture those metal
studs as they dig into the tender soft tissue surrounding her vagina," said
Bernice as she and Dan fucked in slow motion.
"Oh, this is beyond anything I've ever experienced. I love it when she runs
out of breath and sort of hiccups for a few seconds then starts to scream
again," said Dan who had closed his eyes. His attention was concentrated on the
sounds that Kathy made as the pain increased.
"By this time, the wedge has begun to cut into her flesh. Her nerve endings
are trapped against the bones of her pelvic girdle. The bones and flesh are
being pressed together and the studs are starting to grind their way into the
bone itself," said Bernice as she savored the intrusion of Dan's cock into her
cervix.
"It's as if we were listening to a symphony of pain that knows no ending, each
moment lasts forever and the conductor is drawing every possible nuance from the
score. Listen to how she's breathing now. You can hear her gasping for air so
she can force another scream from her raw throat," said Dan as he sensed that
his orgasm was approaching.
Dan and Bernice increased their rhythm as Kathy brought forth reserves of
energy to begin a new chorus of loud violent screams that came in short staccato
bursts. As the bursts grew louder and came quicker, Dan rolled over on top of
Bernice, grabbed her ankles and bent her double as he slammed his cock into her.
He wanted to hurt her vagina, to ravage and plunder it as his thighs smacked
into Bernice's upturned butt. Finally, after one last savage thrust accompanied
by a sound from Kathy that summed all the agony she had endured, Dan released a
flood of semen in Bernice's cunt. Dan thrust again and again as his cock spurted
into Bernice who willed her hungry pussy to revel in the warm sperm.
Dan rolled off Bernice as Kathy exhausted from her ordeal changed from animal
cries of pain to a continuing moan.
"That was fantastic," said Dan recovering his breath.
"There is no better sex than doing it while someone screams in agony. I see
our little songbird had stopped singing. We better take her down before her
brain turns to mush," said Bernice getting up. Dan got up to help as they pulled
the trembling Kathy off the Spanish donkey. She screamed when Dan lifted her off
the wedge. Dan saw that the iron wedge was stained with blood where Kathy's twat
had rested.
"Put her on the table so we can see what kind of damage we've done," said
Bernice.
Kathy was alert as Dan placed her on the table.
"It put a deep grove in her cunt," said Bernice holding Kathy's legs apart.
Dan saw where the metal ridge had made a half-inch impression in Kathy's flesh.
The grove began above Kathy's vaginal opening and progressed across her opening
back toward her asshole. Kathy lay whimpering and occasionally going into an
involuntary muscle spasm.
"Ah, you had her on the donkey, how marvelous," Dan heard someone say from
behind them. He turned to see a couple he guessed was the Frank and Irene
Robbins. Bernice introduced Dan as Kathy moaned and shook.
"Dan, let me introduce Frank and Irene, This is Dan Williams," said Bernice as
she embraced Irene. Irene was nude except for a leather thong. She and Bernice
kissed deeply as Dan shook Frank's hand. Dan would have estimated their age as
close to fifty. Irene had large breasts and an excellent figure. Frank was naked
except for a pair of sandals. Dan found himself staring at the size of Frank's
cock.
"Ten inches my boy and five inches around at its max, only reason Irene
married me outside of my family fortune. You're Candace's husband. Is she here
tonight? Irene and I are extremely anxious to meet her," said Frank as he placed
his hand around his cock and began to stroke it.
"No, Candace is working on her campaign 24/7. It's an uphill battle, of
course. Mike Harrington has been around a long time. I wish Candace had been
able to be here tonight," said Dan wondering how the Robbins knew about Candace.
"Well, don't worry, she'll retire Harrington and then you and Bernice can
bring her for a long weekend. We'd all turn out for her. I see you've been
entertaining the Bachman's," said Frank as he walked over and ran his hand over
Alex's naked butt.
"Yes, we just took Kathy Bachman down from the Spanish Donkey. She's a little
the worse for wear," said Bernice.
"Why don't you two stay a while longer. We could both work on our miscreants
and we could play together while we do," said Irene before she leaned over to
kiss Bernice as she fondled Bernice's breast.
"We will if that's okay with you Daniel. Frank and Irene are among the most
experienced masters at Bransford Farms. It'd be very educational plus enjoyable.
Irene knows more about how to torture a woman's breasts than any sadist living,"
said Bernice.
"That would be great," said Dan. "I'd like to see that."
"Have you buggered him yet?" asked Frank as he parted Alex's butt cheeks and
ran his fingers over Alex's asshole.
"No, it wasn't on the agenda," answered Dan.
"Franks been dying for a little male tush," said Irene.
"Nothing beats buggering the ass of a young male. Are you interested in
buggery, Dan?" asked Frank.
"Yes, but its been several years since I was active," said Dan deciding not to
mention his encounter with Leon's cock that very afternoon.
"Well, let's you and I get this chap opened up and then we'll see how he likes
ten inches of hard cock up his butt," said Frank as he picked up a small tube of
lubricant from a nearby table and squeezed some on his fingers. Dan watched as
Frank applied lubricant to his fingers, smeared it around Alex's anus, and then
pushed a finger inside.
"Tell me, Alex, who was the first man to fuck you in the ass?" asked Frank as
he slowly finger fucked Alex's rectum.
"Get this things off my balls and nipples and I'll tell you. Then you can
cornhole me to your heart's content," said Alex.
"A sub that wants to bargain, what do you think Dan?" asked Frank.
"Well, Alex didn't really embezzle, it was his wife. The whip has punished him
as you can see. Maybe we should cut him a break," said Dan.
"All right, Alex, Dan and I are feeling generous," said Frank. "Dan will you
do the honors and free Alex's privates. I must warn you we're expecting a full
confession. Be warned, Frank Robbins can sniff out a lie quicker than any man
living."
Dan slipped under the table. He quickly removed the clamps from Alex's
nipples. That occasioned several loud screams as blood flowed back into Alex's
compressed flesh. Dan untied the shoelace holding Alex's nuts. When the knot let
go and the weights clanged to the floor, he could hear Alex gasping for breath.
Dan examined Alex's sack. It was blue and hung two inches further than Dan
remember it. Dan was underneath the table stroking Alex's cock as he called
those golden days in Santa Barbara when he spent many pleasant hours giving
Uncle Mike and his fellow club members head.
"I'm feeling a little oral, Frank. I'm going to give Alex a blow job while you
bugger him," said Dan.
"Excellent, Dan. I'm providing Alex with a deep tissue massage," said Frank.
"Alex, I can definitely say your prostate is normal. How does that feel?"
"Good," responded Alex.
"Now, since we're being so nice to you, Dan is even sucking your cock. Tell us
about the first time you were cornholed," said Dan.
Underneath the table, Dan watched as a drop of semen appeared at the tip of
Alex's cock. Dan stuck out his tongue and licked the drop. He savored it in his
mouth for a moment rolling it over his taste buds. Dan adjusted his height then
took Alex's cock in his mouth and began to suck it.
"It was my stepfather," said Alex.
"And how old were you?" asked Frank.
"I was thirteen," said Alex.
"Tell us about it," said Frank swirling his lube coated fingers in Alex's
slowly relaxing anus.
"He caught me and Sam Whitaker, my best friend at the time, in the garage
jerking each other off. We were just giving each other a hand job. That's the
most we'd done," said Alex.
"What kind of man was your stepfather?" asked Frank. "Describe his character."
"He was a real bastard. Mom married him a year after dad was killed in a car
wreck. He treated all of us like shit. He controlled Mom. She was afraid of him
and did everything he said. Even after he started making her do sexual things
with me and my sister, she didn't leave him."
"Alex, you seem to be opening up on two fronts. Physically, I have your bottom
loosened up to accommodate three of my rather large fingers and psychologically,
you're sharing with us an account of your incestuous family. Fascinating, How
are you coming down there Daniel?" asked Frank.
"Excellent, it's been over a decade since I sucked dick. I forgot what a
marvelous experience it is to have a man's penis in your mouth," said Dan.
"Yes, nothing quite matches the sensation of a cock becoming erect in your
mouth. And of course, there's that delicious musky aroma and the salty taste of
those first drops of semen.
"So, Alex, your Step-Dad caught you jerking off the neighbor boy, proceed."
"He told Sam to go home and ordered me into the house. Mother and Kay had gone
shopping. He started by ordering me to do to him what I had been doing with Sam.
He pulled out this huge hairy cock and told me to stroke it like I'd been doing
with Sam. He told me I was a queer, a fairy, and that he was going to show me
how queers fucked," said Alex.
"Keep talking, Alex. I'm going to climb up on the table and put my cock in
your ass. Just pretend you're still thirteen and I'm your stepfather and it's
his cock. There, feel my knob probing your anus, return to that time and place
and imagine it's happening all over again," said Frank.
"It's too big, daddy," said Alex. "It's hurting."
"Aw, you called your stepfather daddy, how touching," said Frank.
"Mom made us because he wanted us to. It hurts," said Alex.
"Of course, it hurts, you little faggot," said Frank. "But you'll get used to
it. By this time next month you'll be able to take my cock in that faggot butt
of yours with a hint of pain."
"Oh, daddy, you're inside me," said Alex.
"Yes, Daddy's got his cock up your ass just like I did your sister, Kay. She
loved it when Daddy busted her cherry. I wish your mother was here to watch,"
said Frank.
"God, how did you know he busted Kay's cherry while Mom watched?' asked Alex.
"Just an educated guess, it's what I would have done under the circumstances,"
said Frank.
"Frank took both of our daughter's virginity when they graduated middle
school. I held them down on the bed while Frank showed them that his ten inch
cock was capable of getting inside their tight little vaginas," Frank heard
Irene say to Bernice.
"Now, Mother, don't embellish. You had to hold Lisa down a little but Nancy
couldn't wait to get her Daddy's cock in that sweet little hole of hers," said
Frank.
"Nancy was the family slut. Her sophomore year in high school she screwed the
entire football team on the fifty yard line after they won the district
championship. One of the boys took pictures and posted them on the school Web
site," said Irene as she selected a five-inch diameter conical butt plug and
covered it with lubricant.
"I'll hold her legs while you insert that," said Bernice climbing up on the
table and grabbing Kathy's ankles and bending them back over her body in a V
shape.
Irene covered Kathy's butt hole with the lubricant then positioned the point
of the butt plug in Kathy's brown hole and shoved. Dan was sucking Alex's cock
as he watched Irene's arm muscles tighten as she applied enough force to push
the plug into Kathy's rectum until the wide part disappeared and her anus closed
around the narrow part sealing the plug in her rectum.
"My God what are you doing to me," yelled Kathy who came awake due to the
intense pressure in her bottom.
"Just a jumbo butt plug for your back hole and this little treasure for
pussy," said Irene holding up a nine-inch dildo covered in hard rubber bristles.
"That's rip my pussy apart," screamed Kathy.
"You'll heal up in a week or two and be whoring around on your husband, don't
worry," said Irene as she squirted Probe over the length of the dildo.
"This is really going to hurt, Kathy, but thieving sluts like you deserve to
be punished," said Bernice.
Irene positioned the dildo just inside the entrance of Kathy's vagina. Irene
noted with satisfaction that Kathy had tensed up her body and that would result
in even more severe pain. Without further delay, Irene grasped the base of the
spiked dildo in one hand and forcefully shoved it half way into Kathy's vagina.
A loud pitiful scream erupted from Kathy.
"Oh God, I can't take anymore of this. Tell Bernie I'm sorry and I won't ever
steal. I'll work for him without pay," whined Kathy.
Irene made a very determined push against the base of the dildo and it
bottomed out. Irene promptly pulled the dildo out. There were streaks of blood
on the sides.
"Your cunt's bleeding," said Irene holding up the dildo for Kathy to see
before she rammed it inside her vagina. This time Irene gripped the base and
slowly rotated the dildo inside Kathy's vagina. Kathy shrieked and passed out.
"Oh dear, our little girl has fainted. Bernice, would you be a dear and get me
a punishment strap out of the cabinet and a couple of poppers."
Dan watched as Bernice opened one of the equipment cabinets and pulled out
something that looked like a two-foot strand of barbed wire. Dan saw the wire
had long sharp barbs every half inch or so.
"This should do nicely," said Irene as she attached the one end of the wire to
the middle of the chain girdling Kathy's waist. Irene pulled the barbed wire
down between Kathy's legs making sure the wire crossed over her clit and the
base of the dildo. Once again, Bernice got up on the table and lifted Kathy's
legs up and back so Irene could attach the other end of the barbed wire to the
backside of the waist chain. Irene then pulled with all her strength to tighten
the barbed wire so it secured in place both the butt plug and the dildo.
Irene broke a popper under Kathy's nose as they sat her up on the table. Both
women pulled her off the table and walked and carried her over to one of the
dungeon walls where two wrist cuffs hung down from the ceiling. Kathy's walk
betrayed the extreme pain she was feeling between her legs. In a matter of
minutes, the two experienced sadists had Kathy's arms stretched above her with
her feet barely touching the floor.
When Dan took a moment's break from sucking Alex's cock, he looked over to see
that Kathy was tightly restrained in a vertical position. Her inner thighs were
stained with blood as the barbed wire worked its way into the flesh already
tortured by the ride on the Spanish Donkey.
"Since one nipple is just hanging by a thread, I'll go ahead and take it off.
And just to make things even, I'll take the other off too. Bernice, maybe
another popper and some Red Bull will liven our little darling up so she can
witness the amputation," said Irene.
Bernice quickly came back with more ampoules and a can of Red Bull. After
several minutes at resuscitation, Kathy was alert and ready for additional
tortures.
Kathy's eyes watched as Bernice used a scalpel to cut the tiny thread of skin
holding the torn nipple.
"You had such pretty breasts too. What a shame," said Irene as she stuck a
toothpick in the detached nipple then dipped it into a jar of Godiva Chocolate
Sauce and swirled it around. She walked over to the other table where Frank was
pounding his cock into Alex's butt. Alex was groaning each time Frank went in
deep.
"Hold it a second, Frank. Alex, open up," said Irene offering him his wife's
nipple covered in chocolate.
"What is it?' asked Alex looking at the large dollop of chocolate on the end
of the toothpick.
"It's Kathy's nipple dipped in Godiva chocolate. You get to eat it," said
Bernice.
"No, no way," said Alex shaking his head in horror.
"You either eat it or I'm going to take my scalpel and cut an inch off the tip
of your dick," said Irene showing Alex the scalpel.
"You can't do that. Mr. Ebbers said we wouldn't be permanently hurt," said
Alex.
"I didn't hear Bernard say that. Besides it will heal. I am a board certified
surgeon and full capable of controlling the bleeding. You'll just have a funny
looking cock that's an inch shorter. So what's it going to be? Eat a chocolate
nipple or loose an inch of peter," asked Irene.
Alex answered by opening his mouth. Irene allowed him to take the chocolate
nipple off the toothpick and watched as he chewed ad swallowed it.
"Good boy, now we'll let Kathy eat her other nipple just as soon as I amputate
it," said Irene turning back toward Kathy.
Kathy tried unsuccessfully to twist as Irene approached scalpel in hand.
"Let's apply the press first. It'll make for a neater job," said Irene taking
the wooden implement out of its case.
"Here, let me help," said Bernice.
"I always start with the tit press. Baroness Marcella taught me that when I
was a young girl studying under her in Florence," said Irene.
The two women fitted the one-inch wide slats above and below Kathy's breasts.
"You stretch her boobs out while I tighten," said Irene handing Bernice two
large hemostats. Irene quickly captured a solid two inches of breast flesh in
the hemostats, placed her knee against Kathy's stomach and leaned back with all
her weight pulling Kathy's breasts outward causing her to scream in response to
the incredible pressure being placed on her breasts. Irene quickly spun the wing
nuts to shorten the distance between the wooden slats.
"Hold her just a minute more," urged Irene as she tightened the press until
Kathy's boobs were forced out until they looked like two over stuffed sausages.
Almost immediately, they began to darken and large red veins formed jagged
ridges above the surface.
Bernice detached the hemostats as Irene gave the wing nuts several more turns.
Kathy was wide awake and begging them to take the press off her boobs.
Meanwhile under the table, Dan was rewarded with a mouthful of Alex's salty
cum. He savored the slippery fluid then swallowed it. Dan decided he wanted more
homosexual sex.
"Frank, how about we make a sandwich with me in the middle. I'll fuck Alex and
you fuck me," said Dan.
"Sure, let's do it," said the affable Frank Robbins pulling his cock out of
Alex's butthole with a barely audible pop.
Dan climbed on top of Alex and put his cock in Alex's asshole. He waited while
Frank applied lubricant to his rectum then climbed back up on the table and
pushed his ten inch cock in Dan's butt hole.
"This feels terrific, Frank, reminds me of my youth," said Dan.
"A sandwich fuck is always enjoyable. How are you doing down there, Alex,"
said Frank.
"Good, this is great," said Alex.
Dan turned to watch the women as Kathy let out a particularly loud scream. Dan
saw Irene dip a toothpick containing Kathy's other nipple into the chocolate
jar. Dan relaxed into the fuck as he listened to the women chatter.
"Eat it," said Irene.
"No," replied Kathy.
"If you don't, I'll perform a clitectomy and you'll never have an orgasm
again. Open up and swallow. Now that's a good girl. Chew it up and swallow. Open
your mouth and show all gone. Yes, that's a good girl," said Irene.
"What's next?' asked Bernice.
"Bernie said Kathy was very proud of her breasts and was always showing then
off in the Ladies Locker Room and teasing the other instructors. He asked me to
fix them so nobody will ever look at them again without feeling disgust. Here,
plug in both soldering irons. Fortunately I bought a spare you can use," asked
Irene handing the electrical plugs to Bernice.
Dan returned his mind to the great ass fucking that Frank was giving him.
Frank decided to tease Alex some more by inquiring about his sexual history.
"Alex, if your stepfather was first inside your rectum, who was last excepting
Dan and myself," asked Frank.
"This guy I meet at an adult video store at lunch on Wednesday. It's the place
on Washington Street at Downtown Crossing in Boston. He screws me in a booth,"
responded Alex between grunts.
"You must like to suck cock through a gloryhole," commented Frank.
"Yes, I do that," said Alex.
"What's your one day record for swallowing loads?" asked Frank.
"Seven I think," said Alex.
"Listen to your wife, Alex. The girls are working her boobs. I hope you're not
a tit man. Look," said Frank.
Kathy had just sounded a particularly loud scream. When Dan looked over, he
saw that each of Kathy's breasts had several large gauge needles inserted and
that Bernice and Irene were holding a soldering gun against the base of the
needles. They were using the guns to heat the needles.
"It cooks the breast from the inside out. The pain and scars are hideous,"
said Irene.
Dan, Alex, and Frank fucked for fifteen more minutes before Dan dumped his
load in Alex's butt. Dan concentrated on squeezing Frank's cock until he placed
a full load of warm semen in Dan's rectum. The two men climbed off the table and
walked over to inspect the efforts of Irene and Bernice.
Dan saw that Kathy's breasts were horribly disfigured. The nipples were
missing and the raw flesh had been brutally cauterized by the soldering guns.
There were ugly ridges, bumps, and charred places over the entire surface of
each breast. Kathy was weeping in shock and pain.
"I've really enjoyed this," said Dan. "Thanks for allowing us to stay and
participate," said Dan.
"Think nothing of it. Anything for the husband of Candace Williams," said
Frank.
Bernice and Dan said their good byes. As they left, Dan looked back to see
Frank Robbins once more fucking Alex in the ass. Irene was busy with her
soldering gun and Kathy was screaming in pain with all the lungpower she could
muster.
It was over two hours later. Dan and Bernice were seated in the front row of
the mansions first floor theatre. They had spent the time looking in on various
fetish rooms in the mansion. Bernice wanted to show Dan the world of S&M in all
the strange perversions and fetishes that the club had to offer.
Dan found the Tickling Room interesting but not personally erotic. There were
people under restraint being ticked with a variety of feathers and ordinary
fingers. One man sported an enormous hard on as a skinny blonde woman tickled
the soles of his feet with a set of ostrich plumes.
The Smother and Strangle Room was a mind trip. Bernice had explained
'asphyxaphalia' as the watched a man being strangled by one woman using a
garrote while another rode his cock.
"They say it's the ultimate orgasm. I've tried it. One woman ate me out while
another tightened a ligature around my neck. You reach orgasm just as you loose
consciousness. It takes timing and skill. Devotees have died when their air is
cut off too long."
"How was it?" asked Dan.
"It was a great cum. I couldn't move afterwards."
The Boxing Room did interest Dan. There were two naked young women in the
ring, one Caucasian and one Latino. Boxing gloves and shoes were their only
apparel. Bernice explained that some of the wealthy club members would put up
prize money and invite girls from the ghettos to fight. The girls had to have
some experience boxing. The big difference was that the referee was only there
to break up clinches.
"Normally, they beat each other bloody," said Bernice.
Dan watched as the Latino girl forced her overmatched opponent into the corner
and wailed away at her face and tits. The stronger girl used her knee to hold
the girl against the ring post as she worked on her face and breasts. The girl
being pummeled had one eye swelled shut. There was a cut above the other eye and
the oozing blood effectively blinded her. The referee stood idly by as the
stronger girl landed blow after blow. It wasn't a fight. It was a beating.
Finally the stronger girl backed up and landed a kick into the genitals of her
opponent. The girl collapsed to the mat clutching her pussy and kicking her legs
in pain.
"Ouch, that must have hurt," said Dan.
"These girls from the projects don't know the meaning of sisterhood. I once
watched one stomp on the pussy of an opponent who was out cold on the canvas.
She looked like she was trying to end the girls enjoyment of sex for all time."
A loud gong sounded.
"We are being summoned to the theatre. Bernie Ebbers is going to perform the
finale on the Bachman's."
Dan and Bernice found seats in the front row along with Frank and Irene and
the other couple that had punished the Bachman's. When the curtain went up, Dan
found himself looking directly at the butts of Alex and Kathy. They were chained
in the all fours tabletop position. Their chests and abdomens rested on a padded
bench. They were restrained in such a way that Alex's asshole and Kathy's pussy
and asshole were clearly visible. Kathy's breasts hung down on each side of the
bench. Dan thought they looked black.
"Did you burn her tits some more?" asked Bernice
"I didn't want her to get infected so I cauterized all the whip wounds in her
breasts with my soldering gun. Too bad, the little dear will never be able to go
topless. I suspect the scarring will be hideously ugly," said Irene.
"The young man Alex had a nice tight asshole. I had to shove hard to get my
arm inside. He'd never been fist fucked," said Frank matter of factly.
"You all didn't leave much for us to work with. I put hairbrushes in their
assholes and twisted them but they were too exhausted to scream," said the other
man that Dan took to be part of the third couple.
"She hardly made a peep when I extracted all her toenails. Normally, they
scream their heads off when you yank them off, " said the man's wife.
A man appeared on the stage that Dan correctly guessed was Bernie Ebbers. He
was carrying a cordless microphone.
"As some of you know, the wife of this couple embezzled some money from me. I
employed her in a position of trust. Rather than go to jail, I offered her and
her husband the option to spend one night in our club as dungeon slaves. They
accepted. Three couples were selected to meet out punishment in lieu of prison.
From the looks of these two, I'd say that they've done a hell of a job. You
three couples stand up and take a bow."
Dan found himself standing up and facing a room full of around fifty people
who clapped politely.
When he turned around, he saw that a woman had appeared on stage. She held the
leash of four highly active large male Dalmatian dogs. The dogs seemed very
excited as the woman raised each one up on their hind legs to display their
massive cocks. Dan guessed this wasn't the first time that the canines had been
there and that they knew what was coming. Another man Bernie introduced as Mike
walked onto on stage carrying a professional looking video camera.
"Just so the young couple keeps quiet about this wonderful night of
entertainment our club has provided, we're going to make a little video of
Aries, Ajax, Orion, and Jason having sex with them.
"Alex, I don't suppose you've ever been fucked in the ass by a dog, have you?"
asked Bernie as he held the microphone to Alex's mouth.
"No, never, my ass is so sore, please don't," said Alex in a weak voice.
"Ah, you'll get over it, How about you, Kathy, ready to let these lovable
pooches screw you?"
"Oh my God, Mr. Ebbers, you've done so much to us. Please let us go. We won't
say anything," said Kathy.
"I wish I could trust your word but you're a thief and that means I can't
allow you to leave with a hold over you. Mike here is going to direct and
capture on video you and these hounds doing the old in and out. If you talk
about tonight, copies on DVD will be sent to friends, relatives, and places of
employment plus that nice little Methodist Church the two of you attend. They'll
also be posted on a Web site."
Kathy sounded out another wail.
"By the way, if you don't do exactly as Mike and Leslie say, Mike has a cattle
prod that he's going to stick up your ass and let you have it like you were a
Jersey bull. So, don't make it hard on yourself," said Bernie.
"That's Bernie's wife, Leslie, she breeds Dalmatians and trains them to fuck
humans. Look at the cocks on those pups," whispered Bernice as she licked her
lips over the size of the dog's penises.
Leslie helped two of the dogs' mount Alex and Kathy. She expertly slipped the
dog cocks into their butt holes and the two dogs began to madly pump away.
Leslie took the other two dogs around to the front of the couple and Dan saw
Kathy take a dog cock in her mouth and start to suck it. Mike worked the camera
to take close-ups of Alex and Kathy sucking dog dick. Mike moved around the
couple capturing the action on video. Dan thought to himself that if someone had
a DVD of him sucking dog cock they would effectively own him for the rest of his
days. I bet Bernie Ebbers will be fucking Kathy Bachman from now to doomsday
concluded Dan.
It didn't take long for the two humping dogs to climax. The woman moved
quickly to rotate the dogs. Kathy and Alex were sucking and licking dog cocks
that had been in their ass while the other two fucked them. It was all over
shortly. Dan watched as dog cum oozed out of the pair's butt hole.
Bernie appeared back on stage. Leslie walked the dogs off then immediately
came back out again pushing a brazier full of red-hot coals. There were several
metal rods sticking out of the glowing coals.
"We have only this last thing. In the old days, they used to brand thieves.
And that's exactly what we're going to do tonight."
Kathy started yelling 'no' at the top of her voice then fainted. Leslie
promptly used poppers to return Kathy to consciousness.
Dan watched as they unchained Kathy from the bench and put her on her back.
Mike bent her double holding her legs in a 'V' as he bent them back over her
head. Her cunt was pointed toward the audience. Leslie used two pair of forceps
to grab each of Kathy's labial lips and pull them apart so her vagina opening
was clearly exposed. Her pussy lips were spread like butterfly wings. Bernie
used a rag to remove a rod from the brazier. Dan saw that it was a branding
iron.
"This is the letter 'T' for thief," announced Bernie.
Bernie carefully placed the branding iron right at the left side entrance to
Kathy's vagina then pushed it into her flesh and held it. There was the hissing
sound of burning flesh. A small cloud of steam arose when the iron made contact.
Kathy awoke from her stupor and screeched in pain.
"That certainly got her attention," said Bernice.
"That's going to be hard to explain to her gynecologist," commented Irene.
Bernie then took another glowing red 'T' iron and branded the other side of
Kathy's pussy. The brand wasn't actually inside her vagina but it was on the
pinker flesh that surrounded the entrance.
"Our little Kathy's not going to be fucking anybody for a long time," said
Bernice as the curtain closed.
Chapter 16 - Election Fraud
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"There, right there, you're right on my sweet spot, oh lord Jesus, I'm cumming
again," gasped Trudy Knox. Trudy was on her back with her legs in a wide V
pointed toward the ceiling. There was an overstuffed goose down pillow under her
butt tilting her rear upward at a forty-five degree angle. An adjustable
spreader bar held Trudy's ankles the maximum comfortable distance apart. Wide
nylon straps looped around Trudy's upraised ankles were tied to the bedposts of
the queen size canopied bed. Trudy and Cindy were in Trudy's Fairfax, VA
condominium.
Trudy's sexual organs were as open and accessible as Cindy could comfortably
make them. Cindy was intent on Trudy's birthday being one she would never
forget. Over the past few weeks, Cindy had grown fond of Trudy. She had gone so
far as to speak with Candace about retaining Trudy as part of her Congressional
staff once Candace won the election.
"Trudy's the one who really makes the office work. She handles all the
constituent relations and keeps everything organized. The rest of Harrington's
staff is utterly worthless even as cocksman," said Cindy to Candace taking her
mouth off Rhonda's pussy for a moment.
"I thing we can find a place for Ms. Knox after the election," said Candace
as she licked Cindy's vagina. "How is she at eating pussy?"
"Good, little kinky, loves for me to pretend to be her mother when we do it. I
call her Mommy and she refers to me as Cindy Lou, her daughter," said Cindy all
the while keeping her mouth on Rhonda's clit.
"Can we talk politics later? I'm trying to get off here," said Rhonda removing
her mouth from Candace's pussy for a moment.
"Cindy, make your big sister hit the big O and I mean the capital O and we'll
keep Trudy on," said Candace.
That was last weekend when Cindy flew home for a short visit. Cindy, her half
sister Rhonda, and Candace were having three way lesbian sex in Rhonda's
condominium. They had been locked together in a daisy chain for the last half
hour. Candace's decision to keep Trudy employed made Cindy feel less guilty
about her relationship with Trudy.
Currently, Cindy's tongue was licking swirls around Trudy's clit while her
latex gloved right hand was inside Trudy's vagina twisting from left to right.
One of Cindy's educated fingers was focused on slowly stroking Trudy's G-spot.
Cindy's fingernail was scratching across that highly sensitive pleasure antenna
sending waves of erotic feelings to Trudy's over stimulated cerebral cortex.
Trudy's hands were also busy. Each thumb and forefinger gripped a nipple
pulling and twisting to the degree that was just painful enough to still be
erotic. Trudy moaned as she dug her fingernails into her nipples and pressed
hard, enjoying how the pain in her breasts complemented the sensations that
Cindy was creating in her pussy and asshole.
I've never experienced sex at this level thought Trudy. I've never had an
evening like this. It's gone on for hours. I'm surprised my parts still function
after all the action they've seen. After my last climax at the club I thought I
was done but Cindy's got me right back up there. Cindy is the best lover I've
ever known. She's going to fuck me to death. I just keep climaxing and climaxing
without any end. I'll never forget this birthday.
Cindy's left hand was methodically stroking a well-lubricated eight-inch
tapered anal sex toy into Trudy's butt hole. The anal toy's conical shape was
molded in the form of successively large donuts. Its soft clear blue gel plastic
surface would almost exit Trudy's anus leaving only the tip inside before Cindy
forced it back up Trudy's over sensitized shit chute. The maximum diameter of
the anal dildo was five inches. Trudy's anal ring loved the feeling of being
stretched that far.
Trudy's butt and vagina were covered with sensitizing oil that made it warm
and easily stimulated. Trudy issued an appreciative grunt as each ring of the
anal probe forced her asshole wider then slightly smaller then even wider again.
"Cum for me, Momma, show your daughter Cynthia Lou how hot you get when she's
got her hands in your holes. I love the way my Mother's hungry ass is grabbing
the probe. You asshole would eat this toy if it could. Tell me how starved your
butthole is, Mother" said Cindy.
"Please, sweetheart, I beg you, keep butt fucking your mother with that toy.
It's driving me out of my mind. My ass and pussy are on fire, flashbulbs keep
going off in my brain," said Trudy clamping her rectum around the anal probe.
Trudy's stomach and breasts were covered with large drops of sweat. A thin
line of drool had formed at one side of her mouth. It was well past midnight.
Thank God I don't have to work tomorrow thought Trudy. I may not be able to
get out of bed. This was the fourth time that night that Cindy had made love to
her. It was Trudy's forty-fifth birthday and Cindy had promised her something
special.
The evening had begun with Cindy taking Trudy to dinner at her favorite
restaurant in Georgetown. Dinner had started with two ice-cold apple martinis at
the bar. Once seated, they consumed a platter of chilled crab claws and oysters
accompanied by an aperitif. Cesar salads followed by fresh grilled Chilean sea
bass and chocolate souffle completed the meal. During dinner, they consumed two
bottles of French champagne and finished up with a 34-year-old vintage Fonseca
tawny port that complemented the souffle perfectly. Cindy paid the $585 check
with a platinum American Express card whose monthly invoice was billed to the
Williams for Congress Committee.
After dinner, Cindy and Trudy got into a waiting cab. They were both feeling a
little high and in excellent spirits.
"Thank you for such a lovely dinner. Are you sure you can afford it?" said
Trudy once they were seated in the back of the cab.
"Nothing is too good for my mother on her birthday, I must warn you I'm
feeling very full of myself tonight, anything is likely to happen," said Cindy
leaning over to kiss Trudy. It was a very passionate kiss and when Cindy broke
the kiss, she saw that the cab driver was watching them in the rear view mirror.
"Let's have some fun with the driver," whispered Cindy as she gave Trudy a
conspiratorial wink.
"Hakim, haven't you ever seen a mother and daughter kiss before," said Cindy
noting that the driver identification plate displayed 'Hakim Valjaypayee'.
"Not in that way," replied Hakim. Cindy saw Hakim had a broad grin on his
face.
"Where are you from, Hakim" asked Trudy?
"Mumbai," replied Hakim. "I came here three months ago to live with my brother
and his wife."
"Mumbai used to be Bombay. The British misunderstood the Indian pronunciation
and called the city by the wrong name for three centuries," said Trudy.
"That is true. Not many Americans know that," said Hakim pleased that the
American woman knew something about his country.
"My mother is very smart. Where is your mother, Hakim?" asked Cindy running
her hand up and down Trudy's thigh.
"She is still in Mumbai with my sister," said Hakim.
"When your mother and sister kiss, do they do it like this?" said Cindy as she
and Trudy embraced for a long passionate tongue kiss. Cindy slipped one hand up
Trudy's skirt and stroked her crotch.
"Oh no, it would not be allowed," replied Hakim laughing.
"Hakim, you wouldn't believe how hot my Mother's pussy is. She just loves to
fuck her equally horny daughter. She's the sexiest Mother a daughter ever had,"
said Cindy right before she and Trudy engaged in an open mouth kiss where their
tongues intertwined in mid air, a porno kiss.
"Hakim's Mother must not be a lesbian. My daughter and I are lipstick
lesbians. Do you know what that is Hakim?" asked Trudy once the kiss ended.
"No, but we have many women in India who make love to one another. It is in
the Kama Sutra," said Hakim.
"So you don't mind if my Mother and I make love in the back of your cab?"
asked Cindy.
"No, please do," said Hakim laughing and smiling.
"Can we take our panties off so we can play with our pussies? You can watch,"
said Cindy.
"Yes, that would be most enjoyable. I would like that very much," said Hakim
who was obviously getting excited.
"Here Mother, raise up and I'll pull yours pants down," said Cindy. Trudy
immediately pulled her stylishly short skirt up to her waist and raised her
hips. Cindy grabbed the top of Trudy's pantyhose and panties and pulled them
down to her shoe tops. Trudy sat down and kicked her pumps off allowing Cindy to
completely remove her hose and panty. Next, Cindy pulled her skirt up and pulled
her pantyhose and panty down and off. Cindy tossed everything over the seat back
onto the front passenger seat. As she did, Cindy pulled Trudy's leg across her
lap exposing her sex.
"Souvenir for you, Hakim. Look, doesn't my mother have a beautiful vagina,
Hakim? See how her clit sticks out when I rub it, it's gets very excited and red
when you play with it, see," said Cindy wetting her finger and tracing a small
wet circle around Trudy's clitoris.
"It is very nice what you do for your mother," said Hakim looking back over
the seat rest since they were stopped in traffic.
"And her pussy is still very tight, I can barely get my finger inside, Watch
Hakim, is your wife's pussy that tight?" said Cindy as she finger fucked Trudy's
hole while Hakim watched.
"Oh I am not married. I cannot yet afford a wife," said Hakim.
"How about your brother's wife? Does your brother watch when you finger fuck
her?" said Cindy.
"Oh no, I do not touch Raja's wife. It is forbidden," said Hakim.
"Show Hakim your pussy, Cindy," said Trudy. "My daughter has a beautiful
pussy. It's a work of art. Scoot down Cynthia Lou so Hakim can watch me eat
you."
Cindy scooted down and spread her legs over the front seat's backrest exposing
her sex. Hakim watched as Trudy bent over and began to lick Cindy's vagina.
Cindy moaned loudly as Trudy slipped a finger in her vagina tugging against the
sides to open her up.
"Oh that feels good. See what a wonderful Mother I have, Hakim. She's always
willing to put her head between my legs and lick my cunt until I experience an
orgasm. But this is her birthday so I'm the one who should be licking her cunt,"
said Cindy pulling Trudy up for another passionate tongue kiss. Both women's
fingers were stroking each other's glistening cunts as the kissed.
"Happy Birthday, miss," said Hakim.
"Thank You Hakim, I hope when you can afford a wife, you get one whose pussy
tastes as good as my daughter's. Here, have a taste, see how delicious she is,"
said Trudy reaching a wet hand over the backseat. Hakim dutifully stuck out a
large pink tongue and licked Trudy's wet fingers.
"Here, Hakim, taste my mother too, isn't she delicious? See how wet she is.
You can practically drink her," said Cindy offering Hakim several very wet
fingers to lick.
"Both of you taste very fine, very fine indeed, and your undies smell very
nice," said Hakim snatching both pairs of panties off the seat and pressing them
to his nose as he inhaled.
"Hakim, would it be against the rules of the cab company if I ate my mother's
pussy while you drove? You can take your cock out and masturbate," said Cindy as
she pulled Trudy's legs apart and began to lick around her clitoris. Cindy heard
the sound of a zipper.
The cab traveled slowly down K Street through the heavy traffic. Hakim didn't
seem to be in any hurry. Trudy had her back to the passenger side cab door, one
leg on the front seat back rest and the other on the deck under the rear window.
At every light and traffic stop, Hakim turned around to watch Cindy performing
oral sex on Trudy. The women were purposefully loud. Trudy mouthed a
self-composed Hindu prayer.
"Oh Lord Rama, giver of pleasure, protector of those devoted to the making of
love, anoint my daughter Cynthia with the power and knowledge of the Kama Sutra
and help me achieve an orgasm while she tongues my cunt," said Trudy. "Hakim,
Cindy has her fingers in my cunt and it is divine. I wish Lord Rama were here to
approve."
"I approve, so would Lord Rama," said Hakim jerking his now very hard cock.
Both women sensed that Hakim was busily masturbating as he drove the car
erratically with one hand through the bumper-to-bumper traffic.
Cindy inserted two fingers in Trudy's vagina and worked her G-spot. Over the
last few weeks, Cindy had become intimately acquainted with the geography of
Trudy's snatch. Cindy's tongue made love to Trudy's engorged clit. Cindy teased
Trudy's labia with sharp little bites pulling the loose flaps of skin.
"Oh Hakim, watch my daughter eat me. Learn from her how to pleasure a wife
with your mouth. She will never leave you if you do," said Trudy as she rode
along on increasing waves of pleasure.
"Your daughter appears quite competent, miss," said Hakim.
Finally, as the cab approached the address that Cindy gave Hakim, Trudy began
to trash from side to side as she climaxed. The cab had pulled off on a
Georgetown side street then drove up an even narrower street and came to rest in
the circular driveway of a city mansion.
Trudy was leaning against the door feeling totally warm, relaxed and well
fucked when the cab door opened and she fell backward. Her head and shoulders
were hanging out of the cab. Trudy looked up into the smiling face of a tall
brunette dressed in a uniform and wearing a badge identifying her as 'Kerry -
Club Security'.
Trudy grasped Kerry's outstretched hand to raise herself back into a seated
position. Trudy felt embarrassed since her legs were still spread and Cindy was
quietly licking between her legs.
"Cindy Powers and her Mother have arrived and they looked like they enjoyed
themselves getting here," spoke Kerry into the microphone attached to her
headset.
Trudy stepped out of the cab immediately followed by Cindy who hugged and
kissed Kerry. Trudy noticed that Cindy had not bothered to pull her skirt down
and Kerry's hand grasped her naked butt as they kissed. Trudy paid the cab,
noting that Hakim had their panties wrapped around his cock using them to jerk
off. Just as she handed a $20 bill into the cab, Hakim let out a little yell and
dumped his load into her britches.
"Keep it and them," said Trudy as she allowed the $20 to flutter to the seat.
"Kerry, this is my mother, Trudy," said Cindy when Trudy turned around and
Hakim drive off.
"Welcome to Vixens and Happy Birthday," said Kerry taking Trudy in her arms
and tongue kissing her. Trudy relaxed in the warm embrace. Kerry raised Trudy's
short skirt to grasp her naked bottom with both hands pulling Trudy's crotch
against hers and grinding their pubic bones together. Trudy realized how tall
and well-muscled Kerry was when she felt her powerful arms wrap around her.
Trudy felt a little embarrassed that her bottom was exposed and that Kerry's
hands had grabbed both cheeks firmly only yards off a public road.
"Cindy, your mother's ass makes my mouth water," said Kerry breaking the kiss.
"It's not your mouth that's watering," said Cindy. "We're a little drunk and
ready to party. How is it inside?"
"Hot, lots of action, the new band is great and the drummer is sweet, very
sweet," said Kerry showing the two of them to the door.
"What is this place?" asked Trudy looking for a sign of some kind but not
finding one.
"It just opened two weeks ago. It's called Vixens,' responded Cindy. What
Cindy did not say was that her half sister, Rhonda, owned Vixens. Identical
upscale lesbian clubs were being established in New York, Boston, Chicago, and
Los Angeles. The DC Vixens was considered especially important because Candace
and Rhonda considered it a conduit to the rich and powerful women of the
nation's capital.
"This place is gorgeous. How come I've never heard of it?" asked Trudy once
they were seated at the bar drinking an ice-cold Grey Goose martini.
"It's new. They don't advertise. It's a private club and membership is by
invitation only," said Cindy.
"And how come you know about this place?' asked Trudy.
"A good friend is one of the owners," said Cindy. "Feel like dancing?"
"Yes, let's do it," said Trudy.
The dance floor was crowded with gyrating females enjoying themselves as they
pushed parts of their body against their dance partner or anyone willing to push
back. The dancing was non-stop and Trudy found herself enormously excited by the
raw energy of several hundred women cutting loose on the dance floor. Trudy
looked around admiring the many bare breasted women who were rubbing their
nipples against their partners as they danced. Hot, wet kisses were being
exchanged and crotches stroked as the music pounded a fast Latin disco beat.
Cindy hiked her own skirt up then Trudy's as she rubbed the top of her naked
thigh against Trudy's sex. Trudy got the message and rubbed her sex up and down
Cindy's thigh in time to the music. When Trudy looked down, she saw that the top
of Cindy's thigh was covered with sheen of wetness. After that they both used
each other's naked thighs to masturbate as they danced.
"Mother, I want to fuck you again," said Cindy when the band went on break.
"Yes, Cindy Lou, you can have me anyway you want me," said Trudy incredibly
turned on by the eroticism of the dance floor. Right off the dance floor, Trudy
walked past an incredibly beautiful young girl with her legs spread across the
arms of a wingback chair. The girl's sex was exposed. Kneeling in front of the
girl was an older woman slowly licking the girl's vagina.
"You can loose your inhibitions in this place," commented Cindy as they walked
toward the back of the building.
Cindy took Trudy's hand and led her away from the dance floor up a staircase
to the second floor. At the landing, Cindy pushed Trudy against the wall and
kissed her as she raised her skirt and took hold of her sex. Cindy raised her
own skirt and ground her pubic area against Trudy's. Trudy found herself getting
enormously turned on by the feeling of Cindy's sex rubbing against hers.
"I have a special treat for you upstairs. But before we get there, there's
something I want to show you," said Cindy. "We have to be very quiet." Trudy
followed as Cindy led her into a small almost closet like room. Cindy moved
aside a wall panel, as she whispered, "Not a sound, a one way mirror."
Trudy looked into a beautiful marble bathroom. Trudy caught her breath, as she
understood what she was watching. There was a blonde older woman in the marble
bath. It was California Representative, Jane Harman and she was completely
naked. One of Jane's hands was methodically pushing a large black latex dildo
into her cunt. The other hand was making swirling motions around her clitoris.
The Congresswoman's body was covered with golden yellow droplets.
Surrounding the bath were a half dozen young black girls dressed in nun's
habits. Each of them held a bottle of Evian water. As Trudy watched, one of the
black girls climbed up on the bath to stand over Congresswoman Harman who was
busily masturbating her swollen clit.
"Open up Jane and take your medicine," said the black girl as she pulled up
her habit and spread her labia to expose her urethra. The black girl was naked
under the habit.
"Yes, Sister Mary, I'll take it," said the Congressman as she opened her mouth
wide and redoubled her masturbatory efforts.
Trudy was shocked as the black girl aimed a stream of yellow urine into the
Congresswoman's open mouth. Some landed in her hair and splattered on her face,
but the nun found her target and soon the stream was landing directly in the
Congresswoman's mouth.
Trudy watched as the Congresswoman's throat action indicated she was
swallowing the urine as fast as she could.
"That's a good girl, Jane, swallow your medicine and you'll get some more,"
said the ersatz nun.
Trudy saw that Congresswoman Harman's belly was distended indicating she had
already swallowed a considerable quantity of urine.
"See everyone, how our Jane takes her medicine. Jane, it'll make you well,"
said the black girl was she carefully maintained the aim of her stream of piss
into Jane's open mouth.
"Amazing, I always thought Congresswoman Harman was a straight arrow," said
Trudy once they had crept quietly out of the closet.
"It's just a tiny little kink, something must have happened to her in her
childhood, she spent some time in a convent in Mendocino where the nuns had some
interesting ways to amuse themselves. The Congresswoman's quite a dedicated piss
queen. She'll swallow piss until the girls run dry. Last time, she looked like
she was five month's pregnant. She told me she was happiest when her belly felt
full of warm urine and it sloshed when she walked," said Cindy.
"You were with her, actually pissed in her mouth," said Trudy.
"I help my sister out when I can find the time," said Cindy. "We're in here."
Trudy eyes scanned the large room appreciating the rich and tasteful
decorations. There were marble statues of naked women in the four corners of the
room and the walls were decorated with scenes of young girls and women making
love. Trudy looked upward to see there was a mural on the ceiling of Amazon
warriors clad in bright gold armor ravishing noblewomen. The women's husbands
stood nearby helpless chained to a wall.
Trudy also saw there were 6 beautiful women in the room. Each was wearing a
sarong skirt and was nude above the waist. The six women had toned well-tanned
bodies. One of the women immediately stepped forward and spoke.
"Hello, I'm Bridgett and I'll be your hostess. This must be the birthday girl,
Trudy. Here, let us help you undress," said the woman who was apparently in
charge.
The six women quickly surrounded Trudy and took her clothes off. Once naked,
their hands lingered on Trudy's breasts, vagina, and buttocks as they led her
over to a narrow pedestal bed located in the center of the room. Trudy noticed
that Cindy seemed to have disappeared as she reclined on the bed. Trudy didn't
object as the women buckled soft leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Trudy
allowed herself to be spread eagle on the bed. She found it highly erotic to be
naked, restrained, and vulnerable surrounded by the six women.
God I'm already wet as a fountain and they've barely started. I'll be
screaming for an orgasm if this keeps up thought Trudy.
From a corner of the room, Trudy heard the sound of string instruments.
Musicians had silently entered the room. There were two violinists and a viola
player. They slowly began to play a piece of classical music that Trudy didn't
recognize.
Each woman approached Trudy, wished her a Happy Birthday and kissed her. They
roamed their hands over her nakedness touching her breasts and vagina. Once she
had kissed all six women, Trudy watched as two of the women with extremely large
breasts positioned themselves at the head and foot of Trudy's platform. Trudy
found herself looking hungrily upward at the bottoms of two large globes. I wish
I could touch and suck them thought Trudy.
Four other women came forward each holding three-dozen long stemmed red roses.
The two large breasted women placed their hands under their breasts and raised
them slightly upwards in a gesture of supplication.
The women with the roses assumed a stance and began to savagely whip the
breasts of the women at Trudy's feet and head. Both women let out gasps and
muffled cries of pain as the rose stems landed on their breasts. Rose petals
showered down on Trudy along with drops of blood.
Those rose stems have thorns realized Trudy. That must be agonizing. Look at
how hard their tits are being whipped. I'm amazed they're not screaming. Trudy
tasted blood as several drops landed on her face and lips.
The whipping continued until all the rose petals had fallen off. Trudy looked
down to see that her body was covered in rose petals and drops of blood. Trudy
watched as the two women with the badly damaged breasts came together with the
four women who had wielded the spiked stems and passionately kissed. When they
parted, Trudy saw that all the women were smeared with blood.
All six women began to make love to Trudy. There were women probing their
tongues in her ears, kissing her lips and licking her face, sucking her breasts
and making passionate oral love to her vagina and clitoris. No part of Trudy's
body was left untouched. Her individual toes were sucked and the instep of her
feet massaged with a warm tongue. Trudy's fingers and thumbs were slowly and
deliciously sucked. There was always a warm mouth on her clit, a tongue probing
her vagina or anus or both. Trudy began to climax and couldn't stop. They
propelled her into a multi-orgasmic plateau and her mind into a prolonged state
of erotic ecstasy.
Just when Trudy thought she couldn't stand one more minute, the music stopped
and the women ceased their lovemaking. Trudy felt two hungry mouths began to
work furiously on her clit and vagina. Trudy's passion dissolved in one
soul-shattering climax. Trudy writhed and convulsed, twisting in her bonds. At
the end, she fell back, temporarily satiated.
Bridgett raised Trudy up so she could take a sip of Evian water. As Trudy
drank, she watched the other five women come forth, kiss her vagina then leave.
Trudy relaxed thinking it was over. Bridgett unfastened the cuffs around her
ankles and wrists.
But after a few moments, the music resumed but the tempo was much faster as
the strings played an ancient gypsy song about two lovers who came to grief.
Only Bridgett and the musicians were still in the room.
Trudy sensed a movement at the foot of the bed and looked down to see a naked
Cindy wearing an elaborate mask that depicted some bird like creature from Hell
entering through a hidden door. Cindy climbed on the bed between Trudy's legs
then stood and walked forward until she stood directly over Trudy's face.
Trudy saw there was a tight leather harness around Cindy's waist and between
her legs. The harness served to hold the largest strap-on dildo that Trudy had
ever seen. The dildo looked nothing like one of those latex dildos that Trudy
had purchased in a local sex shop. Its surface was darker and more uneven.
"Beautiful, isn't it," said Cindy when she noticed Trudy admiring the fake
cock.
"Yes, magnificent, what is it?" asked Trudy.
"Here, suck on it and I will tell you its story," said Cindy as she lowered
herself. Trudy licked the head of the cock.
"It feels real," said Trudy. "I felt it move when I put my mouth on the head."
"It is real after a fashion. That is the amputated cock of one of history's
most evil men. And yes, it does respond when it touches a woman. Keep sucking as
I relate its history," said Cindy.
"It's the preserved cock of Father Ignatius Ramoldo who was executed in St.
Marks' Square in Venice in 1543. The Doge had his penis and scrotum removed
and preserved before the Father was broken on the wheel," said Cindy.
"What did the priest do to be executed," asked Trudy.
"Rape and murder on an incredible scale, he killed hundreds savagely, young
girls and boys, grown women, mostly nuns but the occasional house servant or
noblewoman, and surprisingly enough even men. Father Ramoldo was an equal
opportunity serial killer," said Cindy.
"How did you come by it," asked Trudy swirling her tongue around the head.
Trudy could sense a growing hardness and a feeling of kinetic energy surging
from the cock head into her mouth. Trudy felt herself being aroused. She was
very conscious of a growing need in her empty vagina.
"I borrowed it for tonight. The owners of Vixens acquired it from a collector
of oddities. Years ago, a rich antiquarian arranged for it to be removed from
its preservative formula and made into this useful object. Feel it, that's real
human flesh, the same thing that his victims felt when he raped them," said
Cindy.
"It feels real and it is so large, I want it inside me just like I was one of
the Father's victims," said Trudy touching and wrapping her hand around the
preserved cock and pushing it toward the opening to her vagina.
"Keep sucking for now. I want your cunt to be ravenous when I plunge it inside
you. The more you suck and lick Father Ramoldo, the greater the hunger in your
vagina. At some point, you will beg me to fuck you with it," said Cindy.
"What happened to the Father?" asked Trudy beginning to lick and suck even
harder as she felt her cunt start to twitch in hunger.
"He was caught one night when he became careless. But those who practice the
black arts claim Father Ramoldo's cock feels exactly the same as when Carisma
Rolini felt it the night Father Ramoldo rapped and strangled her in her own bed.
She was only thirteen and a virgin. In a way Carisma was lucky. Many of Father
Ramoldo's victims were murdered in a dungeon beneath the palace where the Father
lived. They took days and weeks to die," said Cindy rubbing the dildo across
Trudy's hard nipples.
"He was an evil man," said Trudy.
"Cruel and evil beyond measure, he exulted in other's pain. Cries of anguish
were his music. Father Ramoldo followed Carisma back to her father's palace
after he heard her confession at the Cathedrals of St. Marks. Fortunately, for
Carisma she died absolved of all sins. The good father first garroted Carisma's
aged nurse. Neither the desperate tapping of her heels on the stone floor or the
stench of her bowels as she released her stool awakened little Carisma."
"That night by chance one of the palace guards decided to step out onto the
balcony of a nearby bedroom. He happened to hear Carisma's death rattle as
Father Ramoldo dumped his seed in her at the moment she expired. The guard
called his fellows and they managed to subdue the priest before he could
escape," said Cindy as she parted Trudy's labia with the head of the dildo and
eased the tip into her opening.
"It feels good. Hurry, go ahead and put it in. My pussy needs to be filled
with that cock," said Trudy thrusting her hips upward desperate to get the vile
object in her body.
"Be patient, enjoy the hunger and desperation, I've felt it before. You'll
have this vile and malevolent object in your body soon enough," said Cindy
teasing Trudy's hole by inserting just the tip of the cock then withdrawing it.
"The father was extremely well equipped. How did his victims die? How did they
know he killed all those people, " asked Trudy.
"Mostly by strangulation at the moment he climaxed. Father Ramoldo kept a
detailed account of each crime. The account included the name and location of
each victim along with a lengthy and graphic description of the torture and
murder including a rhapsodic account of how much Father Ramoldo enjoyed himself.
The record was very complete and meticulously maintained," said Cindy.
"Have you read it?" asked Trudy.
"In an English translation, I'll give you a copy. I sometimes come here and
insert Father Ramoldo's cock in my pussy and play with my clit while I read of
his horrible deeds," said Cindy.
"Tell me more but first put it inside me, don't be gentle, I sense it hungers
for my vaginal blood," groaned Trudy once again raising her body in a desperate
attempt to impale herself on the cock.
"It has a preference for women in their period but it can make any woman's
cunt bleed. Father Ramoldo was what we today would call the Chief Accountant for
the Cardinal of Venice. I suppose my very smart Mother Trudy knows that the
Venetians invented double entry bookkeeping and other accounting practices still
used in our time," said Cindy pushing the dildo head slightly inside Trudy's
vagina.
"Yes, I know but please, further, go further as deep as it will go. I remember
reading that the Venetians invented bookkeeping. The Venetians were very rich
and successful traders during the Renaissance. Cindy Lou, do as your Mother says
and fuck me," said Trudy digging her heels against the mattress in an attempt to
force Father Ramoldo's cock deeper inside her.
"Patience, we'll get there and you will have Father Ramoldo inside you as far
as he will reach. They say that Father Ramoldo's victims would beg him to fuck
them before he killed them," said Cindy.
"I can imagine how it felt to be one of Father Ramoldo's victims and the pain
when his horrible penis destroyed their virginity. My grandfather took mine when
I was ten. It hurt so much I cried for hours. I'm begging you to give me all of
it. I want it to hurt. I need it to hurt," said Trudy as her feeling of
desperation increased.
"I knew you would enjoy this," said Cindy.
"Further please, I need it. My hole is screaming to be filled with it," said
Trudy twisting from side to side.
"Here, take a couple of inches and enjoy it," said Cindy as she shoved the
cock head inside Trudy's vagina.
"You wicked girl, teasing your Mother like this. What an imaginative and
creative daughter I have. Where else would a mother be so lucky that her
daughter fucks her with that obscene object. What a bad, bad girl you are, Cindy
Lou," said Trudy.
"I wanted this birthday to be special," said Cindy.
"And what did the authorities do with Father Ramoldo," asked Trudy her mind
enflamed by the ecstasy, eroticism and outright horror of what was happening.
Trudy had a sense that something living was inside her vagina. She could feel
it's terrible energy.
"He was tortured for four weeks in the Doge's dungeon. The Doge sent for a
torturer from Istanbul, a renowned eunuch whom the Ottoman Sultan recommended.
The eunuch was famed for keeping a victim alive through long periods of
excruciating pain. It turned out that Carisma was the Doge's god daughter," said
Cindy.
"Oh that feels good," said Trudy writhing from side to side as the preserved
human cock slid further into her hole.
"When the good father was beyond further torture, the Doge had him taken to
St. Marks Square immediately after Sunday mass. The Doge was a man of science.
He postulated the theory that the source of Father Ramoldo's evil was seated in
his huge cock. The Doge believed that there must be some physical explanation
why a learned priest and a man of God could commit such vile and despicable
acts. Wanting an opportunity to study the Father's penis and gonads at his
leisure, the Doge arranged that in the first stage of the execution the most
skilled surgeon in Venice would remove Father Ramoldo's cock and balls and
preserve them in a glass jar of a preservative purchased in the bazaars of
Alexandria expressly for that purpose."
"I wish I had been there in St. Marks Square to witness that," said Trudy.
"Of course in those days, there was no anesthesia. It is recorded that Father
Ramoldo cursed the crowd and screamed throughout the amputation. The surgeon
began at the base of his balls making the proper incision so that they were kept
intact. Father Ramoldo had been restrained to keep him absolutely still. All he
could do was scream in such a voice that it rose to the heavens and caused the
pigeons to swirl about the cathedral's bell tower."
"The surgeon was a learned man who had stolen many dead bodies to increase his
knowledge of anatomy. He removed the Father's reproductive organs completely.
The good doctor then cauterized the wound with a red-hot iron keeping the Father
alive for the remainder of the festivities."
'That allowed the Doge's executioner to take the rest of the afternoon to
break the prisoner on the wheel. Execution by being broken on the wheel was
preferred in the Venice of the early 1500's. It was incredibly painful. The
executioner started with the Father's arms breaking them in several places and
threading them through the spokes of a large wagon wheel. Next, he broke and
threaded the legs and feet. Father Ramoldo died shortly after sundown as the
wheel was rolled around St. Marks for the Venetians to view close at hand. The
executioner had managed to completely thread the priest's extremities through
several spokes of the wheel. Accounts of the time described it as one of the
best examples of execution by being broken on the wheel," said Cindy as she
began to slowly force the dildo further into Trudy's pussy.
"My God he was huge and it moving inside me like it was alive. It has an
energy all its own. I feel my organs being drawn towards it. I can't imagine how
a virgin nun would have felt with this ripping into her," said Trudy sweat
breaking out over her body. Still, she wanted that monstrous cock deep inside
her; even though she found the story of Father Ramoldo both hideous and
fascinating.
"War broke out shortly afterwards and the Doge died without ever discovering
whether Father Ramoldo's privates played a role in his crimes. Somehow the jar
stayed in tack for three centuries. An amateur archeologist discovered it in
1827 during an excavation of a palace in Rome. More recently it was stolen from
the archives of the Vatican."
"Two years ago, a collector of erotic objects purchased it from a dealer in
Paris. He was able to modify its molecular structure to insure its preservation
outside of its preservative jar. Skilled craftsmen were able to convert it into
what you have inside you now," said Cindy as she slipped the dildo all the way
up inside Trudy's cunt.
"Oh this is what I needed. Now fuck me as hard and fast as you can. It needs
blood. Rip into my cunt just like I was one of Father Ramoldo's nuns," screamed
Trudy as she raised and lowered herself desperate to be penetrated to the
fullest.
Cindy placed her hands around Trudy's neck and began to apply pressure. Cindy
applied just enough force to shut off Trudy's air supply. Cindy fucked Trudy
wildly as she bucked and writhed desperate for pleasure, deprived of oxygen.
Finally, Trudy's body rose up off the bed, went into a paroxysm of a climax
then slipped into unconsciousness. Cindy slowly withdrew the cock noting that
its surface was covered in a thick coating of vaginal blood. Cindy watched as
the blood slowly soaked into the skin of the dildo and disappeared.
When Trudy awoke, she was in the back of a limousine her head resting against
Cindy's shoulder. Trudy relaxed and fell back asleep. Later Trudy was conscious
of being carried and recognized her own condominium.
"Thanks Kerry for helping me get Mother inside," Trudy heard Cindy speak as
she was placed on her own bed.
When Trudy awoke sometime later, she was trussed up on her own bed. Cindy was
licking her well-fucked parts.
"I'm not sure I can fuck any more," said the relaxed Trudy.
"One more time, here sniff this," said Cindy breaking a popper under Trudy's
nose. "All you have to do is lay there and let your daughter Cindy do all the
work. I want one final daughter to mother fuck, just the two of us," said Cindy.
"All right my darling," said Trudy.
"I going to work this into your asshole," said Cindy holding up the clear blue
anal toy.
"Looks delicious," said Trudy.
"But for your pussy, I'm going to use this," said Cindy holding up her latex
glove covered hand and making a fist.
"I've never been fisted before," said Trudy.
"I said this was going to be a very special birthday," said Cindy. "Every
daughter should know how to put their fist in their Mother's pussy. Just relax,
close your eyes and let your Cindy Lou take you over the top."
Trudy's cunt felt full and stretched tight around Cindy's hand. Trudy had
never been fisted before and she moaned as Cindy slowly worked more and more of
her hand inside Trudy's vagina. Trudy used poppers to make herself more awake
and alert.
"Put it all the way up my cunt, right to the womb you came from when you were
born," yelled Trudy when she sensed that Cindy's hand was at last inside her
vagina.
Cindy sensed the start of Trudy's climax when the muscles in Trudy's cunt
started to rhythmically contract. Cindy pushed her hand inside past the wrist to
her forearm, made a fist and rotated it in a semi-circle. Cindy removed the
anal probe and substituted an even larger one.
Trudy's ass felt the larger intrusion and began to rhythmically open and
close around a twelve-inch anal probe in the shape of a man's cock. Trudy's hole
acted like a hungry mouth ready to gobble up the cock. Cindy gave another shove
and the cock reached its maximum depth.
"Oh Jesus fucking yes, fuck your Mother, make our whore Mother cum," yelled
Trudy her legs failing in the air.
Trudy started screaming then let loose a stream of piss. Trudy was one of
those women that occasionally lost control of her bladder when her orgasm was
off the charts. That had been a source of embarrassment for Trudy but Cindy had
made her feel that letting loose a stream of body temperature pee was both
special and erotic.
"Piss all over me, Mother, piss in your baby girl's mouth" said Cindy angling
her open mouth toward Trudy's pee hole.
Cindy had never experienced Trudy's piss climaxes before. She opened her mouth
and caught the stream of warm urine landing on her tongue. She swallowed as much
as she could but when Trudy started twisting her body from side to side, the
urine sprayed everywhere. The cock shot out of Trudy's rectum as she made one
final climax that caused every muscle in her body to convulse.
"Give me a piss kiss, darling," said Trudy when her climax was over. Cindy got
on top, took Trudy's face in her hands and slowly dripped a mouthful of piss
into Trudy's eager opening. Cindy swirled her tongue in Trudy's mouth mixing the
pee with Trudy's saliva. Trudy swallowed the mixture with a large gulp. Then
Trudy tenderly licked drops of piss off Cindy's face.
Cindy rolled off, removed the latex gloves, found a dry spot, and curled up in
Trudy's arms.
"Don't move for a minute. Let me hold my darling sweet little girl. That was
the best fuck I've ever had. Kiss your Mother again," said Trudy wanting to keep
the mother and daughter role-playing going as long as she could.
Trudy had an all-consuming fantasy about having sex with her own daughter.
Trudy was childless but that in no way lessened her desire to live that fantasy.
Trudy was really turned on if a young girl fucking her pretended to be her
daughter. Her enjoyment of this incest fantasy was something she kept well
hidden from most of her female lovers. But over the past weeks, she had come to
trust Cindy. But still it was only after several martinis that Trudy had asked
Cindy to pretend to be her daughter when they had sex.
As for Cindy, she had been having sex with her actual mother and grandmother
since she was twelve. On her twelfth birthday, they had sat her down and told
her what they expected. A half hour later, Cindy found herself licking
Grandmother Kylie's pussy while her own mother slowly ate her to a climax. Cindy
readily agreed to participate in Trudy's fantasy. Since that night, Cindy had
enthusiastically played the role of the horny daughter who loved to fuck her own
mother.
"I love you Momma," said Cindy snuggling closer and turning to kiss Trudy
again. The two women cured up and went sound asleep.
It was the next afternoon after they had showered together, changed the bed
linen and cooked a large Southern style breakfast that the conversation turned
to the recent events.
"You know I only got fucked once yesterday. Ron gave me his usual
twenty-second mega-pounding across his desk but that was before everything went
crazy. Shortly after that, everyone was too upset for their usual piece of the
office slut. I gather Mike got some unwelcome news," said Cindy deciding to
probe Trudy about what was occurring at the office.
"Nothing can get a Congressman more excited than the possibility of losing
their seat. I can't believe that Mike fired Ron. Ron has been with him all of
the twenty two years he's been in the House and even before that in the
Massachusetts State House."
"The Congressman was beyond pissed. I thought he was going to have a stroke
the way he was screaming at everyone. He threatened to replace everybody
including the interns."
"Don't worry your pretty little head, darling. Congressman Harrington isn't
going to fire his office slut," said Trudy kissing Cindy again.
"I'm not worried about that. It's just an intern position and for only six
months then I go back to school. I was more concerned about you. I wouldn't want
my mother to lose her job if Harrington lost the election," said Cindy putting
her arm around Trudy and hugging her.
"Don't worry. Harrington won't lose. Can you keep a mother and daughter
confidence?" said Trudy.
"I promise, Mother, I won't say a word," said Cindy.
"The Election Commission, the folks who count the votes, they all owe Mike
Harrington something. Maybe it's their jobs or their relative's jobs or Mike
took care of a DUI case or got a drug bust pleaded to a misdemeanor; but those
people are obligated to Mike and they will make Mike a winner regardless of how
many votes he gets. They'll change a precinct count here and there to turn a
ten-point loss into a one-point victory. Mike has already alerted the commission
members that he was calling in their chits, " said Trudy.
"Sounds very undemocratic," said Cindy.
"It's the way things work in politics," said Trudy.
"So why was Mike Harrington so upset if he can't lose," asked Cindy.
"He doesn't want to return to the district and campaign. He doesn't want to
put in the effort. Plus I gather Ron has been telling him that this Candace
Williams is a joke and nothing to worry about. Then Mike reads a Boston Globe
poll that shows he's running ten points behind Williams. He expected to be
thirty points ahead. I have no idea why Ron thought Williams was so
ineffective," said Trudy.
"I was in his office when the chairperson of League of Women Voters called and
told him about the debate. He had just pulled his cock out for a blowjob when
they put her through. He waved me off when she told him he was invited to debate
Candace Williams at Salem High School a week from today. He was nice to the lady
on the phone and promised to attend. But after the call ended, he went into a
tirade and started breaking things. He even smashed that picture of him shaking
hands with President Kennedy. I got out of there as quick as I could."
"There are times when I think Mike's losing it. He's been in Washington too
long and treats the district like he owns it. One thing I can say is that this
Candace Williams, whoever she is has made him sit up and take notice. I guess we
all got complacent and expected Mike to keep his seat until he died or retired.
So my baby girl didn't get to suck the Congressman's dick. Is that why you were
do horny last night?"
"Like I said, outside of Ron, I didn't get touched. Jeff didn't do me at lunch
and the rest of the staff was too stressed out to think about taking care of the
office slut. Without my Mother Trudy, I would be one needy, horny baby girl."
Cindy twisted around to kiss Trudy's lips.
"You know I used to take care of the Congressman's weenie years ago when I was
in my twenties and he was in his first term."
"What was he like then?" asked Cindy.
"Slender, good looking, no big red boozer's nose, he was a good fuck and he
could keep more than one woman busy. There was another girl in the office, April
Sanders; he used to alternate between us. I fucked him in the morning and April
in the afternoon. He'd call me in each day at 10:30. He insisted I wear hose
with a garter belt and no panties. I'd report promptly at 10:30 to be bent over
his desk face down and fucked dog style. After that, I'd go to the Ladies Room
and jerk off while his semen dripped into the commode."
"Then one afternoon, he called me into his office. April was lying on the
couch stark naked playing with herself. He said he wanted to watch April and I
chew each other's rug then he would join in. I told him "No" and he said, "Then
you're fired". Well I didn't have any other options so I reconsidered. Once I
got my mouth on April's pussy and her mouth on mine, I realized what I had been
missing. I'd loved eating pussy ever since."
"So you haven't fucked a man in a long time?"
"It hasn't been as long as you think. Last year, at an office Christmas party,
I had too many California slammers with this girl I'd been dating. She worked
for Congressman Condit. Anyway, she was bi and she talked me into doing a three
way with this fellow she worked with. He was well hung too."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, What I remember of it. It felt good to have a man between your legs
slamming home his meat, feeling that hard cock sliding from the opening of your
hole to where it bottoms out and his balls slap against your clit. I climaxed so
I must have liked it. Of course, I ate my friends pussy and she ate mine while
he fucked us so that made it seem normal."
"I'm bi-sexual. I haven't decided whether I like cock or pussy better but I'm
getting enough of both here in Washington to keep me happy," said Cindy.
"How many of our staff are you screwing every day?"
"Usually eight, including Jake the new intern who has a really big piece of
meat. If you're interested, I could arrange a three way with him. He loves to
eat pussy and he keeps telling me his sister is a lesbian and she's going to
visit next month. You could join us for an orgy," said Cindy.
"Sounds like fun, I'll have to have a few drinks first if Jake's going to fuck
me," said Trudy.
"I think it would be hot to be eating you while a big cock is fucking your
twat," said Cindy.
"That does sound delicious. Jeff told me he played a little joke on you last
week," said Trudy.
"Yes, the bastard did. Last Tuesday they traded me for the day for an intern
from Congressman Tom DeLay's office. Of course, I didn't know that at the time.
Jeff made me think it was business. He gave me a package marked priority and
personal to deliver to the Majority Leader. I was told to put the package into
the hands of the Congressman and none other; then wait for a reply," said Cindy.
"They've played this joke before on other interns," said Trudy. "They usually
come back walking a little bow-legged."
"I didn't think I was the first. When I got to Congressman DeLay's office, I
stood there and waited while he opened it up. I could tell from where I was
standing it was a single typed sheet and a number of 8.5 by 11 photographs. Then
the Majority Leader read me the note," said Cindy.
"I can imagine but tell me," said Trudy.
"This is to introduce Cynthia Powers, the official office slut of Congressman
Harrington's staff. She is a complete pig whore and has no known limits. She had
absolutely no morals and will do anything you ask. The accompanying pictures
illustrate her willingness to fuck anybody, anytime," said Cindy.
"So Jeff has been busy with his hidden camera," said Trudy.
"There were dozens of pictures of me having sex with every male member of the
staff. Of course, the men's faces were blacked out but mine was clearly visible.
It was mainly me kneeling on the floor with a cock in my mouth. There were some
jism shots of me with cum all over my face, tits, and hair, the usual stuff.
However, there were several where I was being tripled penetrated by three other
men. I had this goofy look on my face like I was really loving it," said Cindy.
"You probably were. So what did our Majority Leader say," asked Trudy.
"I'll try to recall the conversation verbatim," said Cindy.
"You're quite a talented young lady, pretty too and young but of course, Mike
Harrington has an eye for the young ones," said Rep. DeLay.
"Thank you. I try to make sure the stress levels within the office are kept to
a minimum. I know staff morale is important in the world's greatest deliberative
body," replied I.
"It sure is. I bet those rascals who worked for me sent Julie over to Mike
Harrington's office, that little slut's probably on her back begging them to
take her in all three holes. Julie's like you, a natural whore," said Rep.
Delay.
"Julie," I asked.
"Your counterpart here in the Majority Leader's office, little Julie will suck
the chrome off a the bumper of a Cadillac. I gather you like to suck dick," said
Rep. Delay looking through the pictures.
"I like it all, Congressman. I cover the waterfront," I said.
"Does that mean you're a rug muncher, a practitioner of the Sapphic arts,"
asked Rep. Delay.
"Female staffers are just as subject to the stress and strain of working on
the WGDB, as the men," I said.
"WGDB, what's that?" asked Rep. Delay.
"World's Greatest Deliberative Body," I said.
"Oh child, don't you know performing oral sex with other women is depraved
behavior. Unless you accept Jesus Christ as your Saviour and forswear lesbianism
you could lose your immortal soul and burn in Hell Fire for eternity," said Rep.
DeLay.
"I noticed that Rep. Delay's hand had disappeared below his desk and I heard
him open his zipper. I didn't know what to say so I just said, "That would be a
terrible thing."
"It is said that my seed has the power to redeem women from the sin of
lesbianism. It is a rare gift gained by countless hours of studying my bible.
Come over here child," said Rep. Tom as he opened a bible he kept on his desk.
"Obviously based on last night, you weren't cured of your desire to eat
pussy," said Trudy.
"Not hardly, it was a quick batch and a small one, perhaps it takes several
applications to be effective," said Cindy.
"I bet that lecherous bastard arranges to see you again," said Trudy. "What
happened next?"
"The Majority Leader rolled back his desk chair to reveal a rather small penis
with an even smaller head," said Cindy.
"That's why his female staffers refer to the Majority Leader as 'Needle Dick
Tom," said Trudy.
"I was feeling a little put off that our staff had swapped me to this fate so
I got a little feisty and asked the Majority Leader a question," said Cindy.
"May I be so bold as to enquire what other women have been saved from the sins
of Sappho by your seed, Majority Leader?" I asked.
"Of course, child, my wife for one, among many others. Christine had lost her
soul to such depravity when she was enrolled at the University of Houston.
Colleges today are such Godless places, even in Texas. I shudder at the thought
of what must happen at northern schools like Harvard. Anyway, Christine was
given over to drink and sins against the sacred nature of womanhood. She was
living with other lesbianism's off campus when we met at a revival. She had only
come to the revival to ridicule those who followed the Lord. But the Holy Spirit
saw what kind of person was really inside Christine and the Holy Spirit used me
to knock the devil right out of her. It was after she had swallowed my healing
seed and accepted Jesus Christ as her personal savior that she gave up her evil
lesbian ways and became a God fearing Christian wife," said Rep. DeLay.
"Christine DeLay could use a membership in Vixens," laughed Trudy.
"Yes, she could," replied Cindy recalling how she had already passed that
snippet of information to Rhonda.
"After that we got down to business," said Cindy. "His voice took on the tone
of a gospel preacher as he instructed me."
"Cindy, wayward child of God, come over here to his side of my desk, kneel
down and let me read to you from my bible," said Rep. DeLay.
"Oh, please do Majority Leader, I am in need of the redeeming balm that lies
within your manhood," I said.
"You didn't say that, did you?" said Trudy laughing hysterically.
"I certainly did," said Cindy.
"And Needle Dick bought it," asked Trudy.
"Seemed to, he got this blissful look on his face as he began to read from the
Psalms of David. Of course, by that time, I was licking the head of his cock and
working to get him off. He started with the Twenty Third Psalm and by the time
he finished a half-minute later, I was swallowing Tom's pixie juice and waiting
for an epiphany that didn't come by the way," said Cindy.
"Unlike Saul, the Holy Spirit didn't knock you off your ass and ram the fear
of God in that hungry little hole of yours," said Trudy.
"Nope, but after he finished blowing his wad in ninety seconds and while I was
licking him clean, he put his hands on my head and said a prayer asking God to
forgive me for the sin of lesbianism and put my feet on the path of
righteousness. I thanked the Majority Leader for his efforts toward my salvation
and left his office," said Cindy.
"What next? You said you were swapped for the day," said Trudy.
"Yes, there was no rest for the intern. As soon as I exited the Majority
Leader's office, his Chief of Staff took me into their conference room where
there were eight tall Texans waiting with hardons. The Chief of Staff threw
Jeff's pictures of me on the table and the guys snatched them up like they had
never seen a girl suck cock. The Chief of Staff introduced me.
"May I introduce Cindy Powers from Congressman Harrington's office. Now that
means Cindy's a Democrat but I always say head is head and pussy is pussy. Cindy
comes to us highly recommended. Cindy, what do you say you get up on the table
and give us a little show," said the Chief of Staff.
"One of them politely held out his hand and I stepped onto the chair and up on
the table. All of a sudden, someone hit the Play button on a boom box and I
found myself stripping to a song titled 'The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You.' That
was fun. I must say, those Texans were not only tall but they were long, hard,
and quick to recover. I think our Majority Leader must not be a real Texan based
on the size of his dick. Anyway, by the time the song ended, I was naked,
pinching my nipples and fingering myself," said Cindy.
"Who went first?" asked Trudy.
"Roy Atkins, the Chief of Staff, blow job to start and then a fuck, no
condoms, it was bareback all the way, they cheer each other on, a Texas gangbang
is a team sport I was told," said Cindy.
"You serviced all nine?" asked Trudy.
"Yes, several times, the first time it was one on one. Then it got kinky when
I agreed to anal. I had three holes working after that. I was a busy cum covered
girl," said Cindy.
"You either love cock, have incredible stamina or both," said Trudy.
"I have to admit there is something about a gangbang that brings out the
nymphomaniac in me. I love lying there, legs spread apart, some stud fucking my
hole hard as he can go, showing off what a great cocksman he is to his buddies,
another feeding me his meat, and surrounded by guys jerking their dicks so
they'll be hard when it's their turn. As soon as one dumps his jism, another
climbs on, slides it in forcing the previous guy's spunk to ooze out and drip
down onto the crack of my ass. It is great and very satisfying," said Cindy.
"I'm not sure that's a universal attitude shared among womanhood. How long did
it last?" said Trudy.
"It was after three when they announced they were done and it was time for
Jamal to get a piece," said Cindy.
"Who was Jamal?" asked Trudy.
"A very nice black man who is short, skinny, and has a cock to die for. Shit,
it hung to his knees. The staff referred to him as the 'Token', I'd think
'Tripod' would be more accurate," said Cindy.
"Token black employee, Russell is ours. Every congressional staff has added at
least one Afro-American male and female in the last few years," said Trudy.
"Well, the Token is probably the best person for a horny white girl to go to
if she's looking for a good fuck. Russell's got the best equipment in our office
and he's the only one of our studs that can cock whip a girl until she's ready
to yell, 'no mas'," said Cindy. "Although, I have to admit that Jake, the new
guy isn't bad either."
"My little girl is such a precious slut, you amaze me," said Trudy.
"When the white guys were fucked out, they called Jamal and he came in. Jamal
had the biggest cock I've ever seen. He said it was thirteen inches long and
five inches around," said Cindy.
"Ouch," said Trudy.
" I didn't verify the measurements but it was the biggest I've ever had in my
hole. When he forced it in my pussy, a quart of cum oozed out. They kept calling
him 'sprout', yelling 'go sprout'. It felt great when I got it all the way
inside my pussy. I fucked him mano a mano. We were both covered in sweat.
Everybody watched as he mounted me and took me missionary style. Then we
switched to dog and later I got on top and rode his pony. It was one of those
take no prisoners fucks where he was slamming it home like he was trying to
split me in two. I was thrusting and pumping him like crazy. I liked the idea
that there were eight white guys watching me get screwed by a black man. I
really got off on it and kept cumming every time he drove it in to his balls."
"They left you go after that," said Trudy.
"No, The white Texans got all worked up watching the black Texan fuck me.
Maybe they were fantasizing he was going their wives. So after Jamal finished, I
had to go another round with everybody," said Cindy.
"What was the finale?" asked Trudy.
"At the end, picture Cindy Lou on a conference room table, naked and covered
with jism from head to toe. I look like the star in a bukkake film. I was in a
tabletop position straddling one guy while two others are fore and aft. Five
other young men with big hard cocks surround me jerking off. One of them held my
asshole open with his fingers while another squirted Astro-Glide up my pooper.
Then they all took a turn ass fucking me. Two of the guys managed to get their
cock in my ass at the same time. I felt like a pig on a spit. The guy on the
bottom is sucking my tits like crazy while another guy is face fucking the third
and fourth guys are way up in rectum stirring my shit. It was great,"
"I wish I was there watching. So that was it," said Trudy.
"Not quite, when I went into the Ladies Room to wash some of the jism off, I
was confronted by two of the Majority Leader's female staff. They were tall
women with big blonde hair styles that looked like they were recruited from the
Dallas Cheerleaders," said Cindy.
"Were they pissed, you'd been fucking their men?" asked Trudy.
"No, they were pissed they hadn't been allowed to join the gangbang. We went
into the handicapped stall and did some muff diving. I ate them and they ate me.
One of them got real excited when I told her she was licking Jamal's semen out
of my pussy. Apparently, the Majority Leader's staff is not as averse to eating
pussy as you might think. After that I was exhausted and went home and slept
twelve hours," said Cindy.
"I'm so proud of my little girl. You are so well suited to be the office slut.
I've never met a girl so fond of sex. I heard you're traveling with the
Congressman next week. I'll miss you," said Trudy.
"I'll miss you too. Mike wants me to go with him when he flies back to Boston
to debate Candace Williams," said Cindy.
"Good, that'll give you a chance to see your family."
"Yes and in fact, Mike wants to meet my mother and my little sister," said
Cindy.
"I thought I was your mother," said Trudy.
"You are my Mother," said Cindy kissing Trudy's lips.
Chapter 17 - Disrupting the Rally
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Mike's going to get us in deep shit thought Horace Trimble as he walked into
Zeke's Tavern on Main Street in downtown Wakefield. I can't believe he called me
while that little whore was sucking his dick.
Horace was feeling uneasy about his assignment from Congressman Harrington.
Mike had called from DC just as Horace was getting ready to close the office.
"Get some of the guys together and send them over to the William's Rally on
Wakefield Common tonight. Tell them to heckle her and create a ruckus. I'm
betting the cunt can't handle a little pressure," said Mike as he relaxed on his
couch while Cindy Powers gave him a blowjob.
"Congressman, I don't think that's a good idea," said Horace.
"You're not paid to think. I want tomorrow's Globe to contain a story about
the disturbance at the William's rally. That'll make the voter's think twice
about voting for a woman who can't handle tough situations like a man would."
"They say her security's pretty good."
"Well, get Sam Waterman and his crew, spread some money around. Those guys
should be able to handle a few rent-a-cops. Here take it all, you sweet little
cocksucker, that's right work on the head with your tongue then swallow it, you
know how I like it," said Mike as he placed his hand on the back of Cindy's head
to force his cock into her throat.
"What?' asked Horace.
"Just giving the intern you sent me her cocksucking orders. Come to think of
it, recruiting whores like little Cindy here is about the only thing you're good
for Horace. There are going to be more changes around here once this elections
over," said Mike.
"Mike, I don't like this idea of disrupting the rally. If the media found out
we're behind it, there would be hell to pay," said Horace.
"Look Horace, you want to join Ron and Jeff in the unemployment line or do
what the fuck I say? Decide right now one way or another, follow my orders or
you and Eleanor can go out and find a real job. Oh, that's good Cindy, I'm going
to shoot, of course you want it, sluts like you aren't really satisfied until
you got a mouthful of spunk," said Mike.
Since Horace liked his no work job, he decided to go along with Mike whether
he thought it was a good idea or not. When Horace walked into Zeke's, he saw
Sam, Jake, and the other four members of Sam's steel erection crew shooting pool
at the back of Zeke's.
"Zeke, get the boys a round on my tab. Tell Sam I'd like a word with him in
private, " said Horace.
Sam was the supervisor of the crew, all members of Iron Workers Local 1075.
Sam Waterman had a reputation as a hard case. He'd even served some time for
assault.
Horace waited at the bar until Sam finished his pool game, put up his cue and
walked back to the bar and sat on the stool beside Horace.
"Zeke said you wanted to talk," said Sam.
"Candace Williams is running against Mike Harrington," said Horace.
"I may be a construction worker but I can read."
"Williams is holding a rally on the Common."
"So, I ain't much on politics, other than the fact that I'd love to slip it to
Candace Williams. She's the best-looking piece of ass I've ever seen run for
political office," said Sam.
"Mike Harrington would consider it a personal favor if you and your crew
wandered over to the rally and created a little disturbance."
"How large a personal favor?" asked Sam?
"I'd say $200 for you and $100 for each of your crew."
"Fuck, Horace, you ever hear of inflation. I need $500 for me and $250 for the
crew, plus you pay any legal fees or fines that just might come up."
"All right, come by my office tomorrow morning after 10:00. I'll have your
money ready," said Horace.
"How disturbing you want us to be?" asked Sam.
"Heckle her, maybe a scuffle with her security, nothing too serious, jostle
some of her loyal female supporters, maybe grab a tit or feel someone's ass,
just enough for the public to think a man could have handled things better."
"All right, you have the money ready," said Sam.
Horace left Zeke's feeling better. Mike was probably right. Women were good as
talkers but worthless when things got physical. A nice front-page picture of
Candace Williams in tears would give the voters something to consider. Even
better would be something on the late TV news showing Williams about to cry over
the disturbance. He'd work on arranging that.
Sam, Jake, and four others left Zeke's at 8:20 figuring to arrive at the rally
thirty minutes after it started. They didn't notice Hoover McNally sitting
across the street in his car.
"They're six of them. The leader is named 'Sam'. He's the one wearing a Iron
Workers Local 104 jersey," said Hoover when the phone answered.
Rhonda Powers began to edge away from the rally. Candace was at the podium
speaking about the need for a prescription drug plan for the elderly. The other
Amazons assigned to Candace's Security noted Rhonda's movement and began to
slowly move toward Rhonda and away from the crowd.
Sam and the crew quickly walked the three short blocks between Zeke's and
Wakefield Common. Before they left, Sam had explained to them what they were
going to do. They had downed a couple more beers to get their attitude right. As
they reached the parking lot, they saw the crowd gather around the bandstand in
the center of Common. The parking lot looked full of cars but empty of people.
The guys walked faster, excited about the possibility of a little action,
something they could all boast about later, when they were back at Zeke's.
As they marched beside a bus covered with 'Williams for Congress' signs, they
found themselves confronted by a half dozen women all dressed in medium blue
pants suits and wearing badges reading 'Security'.
"That's far enough, Sam," said Rhonda
"Well, what the fuck do we have here?" said Sam surprised that the tall woman
knew his name.
"Go on back to Zeke's. Candace wants to buy you a round."
"Well, you can tell Candace she can suck my dick." Sam's crew thought that
was funny although they were surprised they had been confronted before they
reached the rally.
Sam looked over at Jake when he touched his sleeve. Jake pointed behind them
toward another half dozen similarly dressed women that had appeared at their
rear. The women pressed in and surrounded Sam and the crew.
"Candace is busy right now," said Rhonda. "Why don't you quit now while you're
ahead?"
"There's a lot of them," said Jake noting that several tough looking male
biker types had appeared.
"Don't be a pussy. Its just fucking women," said Sam stepping toward Rhonda
figuring to brush by her and get to the rally.
Rhonda pressed the 600,000 Volt Muscle Man stun gun against Sam's shoulder and
pulled the trigger. Sam fell to the ground completely paralyzed. In few seconds,
Jake and the rest of the crew were on the ground twitching.
"Damn, these things really work," said Debbie looking at her Muscle Man stun
gun with respect. She had just dropped a two hundred pound construction worker
on to the pavement where he lay helpless.
Rhonda and her team moved quickly to bind each of the men's arms behind them
with nylon cable ties. Their mouth and eyes were taped over. They opened the
under side luggage compartments of the Williams for Congress bus and loaded the
six men inside. In less than five minutes after Sam's crew walked into the
parking lot, the bus drove away with the men still trying to recover some
feeling in their bodies. The bus's luggage compartment wasn't built for comfort
and the men felt every bump in the road transmitted through the metal floor.
It was only a twenty-minute drive down Route 128 to the abandoned factory in
Waltham. A high bay door opened as the bus approached. The door closed when the
bus was inside.
Several well-muscled Pagans were waiting to help unload the men and take them
to a nearby area where there was an overhead steam pipe. Each man was told there
was a fully charged stun gun being held against his privates and the trigger
would be pulled if there were any lack of cooperation.
When the tape was removed from Sam's eyes and mouth, he saw that he was
handcuffed to an overhead pipe. His feet barely reached the floor. The metal
cuffs were cutting into his wrists. He could twist around enough to see that the
other five of his crew was in the same condition. They were all in line with
their arms stretched overhead secured to the same pipe.
"Hey man, we were just having a little fun, what's this all about?" asked Sam
trying to sound like there had been some big mistake.
"Debbie, drop their pants," said Rhonda.
"With pleasure," said Debbie as she and several of the Amazons unbuckled belts
and slid jeans and briefs down to shoe tops.
"Don't do that, we didn't mean anything," said Jake as Debbie unbuckled his
belt then unsnapped his jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Jake feeling extremely uncomfortable that his
privates were exposed and there were a dozen women looking at him.
"Look at the cock on this one, Kind of makes me wish I still liked guys," said
one of the Amazons hefting the large cock of Billy, the youngest of Sam's crew.
"What does this little bitty soldier make you wish for? I've seen bigger
clits," said Kathy another Amazon who had grabbed Charlie's very small penis
that was hidden beneath his swollen beer belly.
"Ouch," yelled Charlie wishing that he were back at Zeke's playing nine ball
not here with a bunch of women making fun of his dick.
"Bring me their wallets. I need to record their name and addresses. And go
ahead, cut their shirts off," said Rhonda as she sat down at a small table and
opened a laptop computer. The Amazons extracted billfolds out of the back
pockets of jeans and gave them to Rhonda. Two of the Amazon's took scissors and
cut the T-shirts of the men.
"Should I cut this off too" said Kathy holding Jake's cock in her hand and
positioning his nuts between the open scissors blades.
"Oh Jesus God, don't do that," was all Jake could muster. He felt his heart
beating like a trip-hammer.
"Not yet, quit kidding around Kathy," said Rhonda.
Rhonda opened each wallet and entered the driver's license information into a
laptop computer. She took out any pictures and scanned them with a hand held
scanner.
"Paul, which one of you is Paul?' asked Rhonda looking at a wallet sized
photo.
"I'm Paul," said the curly headed man who was a recent addition to the crew.
"Nice looking girl you got here. Is she into girls?" asked Rhonda holding up a
picture of a redhead in a bikini.
"Yea, she did some things with girls when she was in school," said Paul.
"Kathy, write their first names on their chest so we know whom we are talking
to," said Rhonda taking another look at the picture before she slipped it back
into Paul's wallet.
"Here Debbie, put all these back," said Rhonda pushing the wallets toward the
opposite side of the table.
Debbie passed among the men returning their wallets.
Kathy took a felt wide-tip marker and wrote each man's first name across his
stomach in large letters. Sam felt awfully stupid when the Amazon grabbed his
cock to steady him and wrote the three letters of 'Sam' across his belly.
After that, one of the Amazons brought out a digital camera on a tripod and
took several images of each man.
God thought Sam. They've got a picture of me with my pants around my ankles,
my name on my belly and my dick hanging out. If this ever gets out, I'll never
live it down.
"Okay, you've had your little fun. We didn't do anything. Just let us go."
Sam was feeling very uncomfortable and more than a little humiliated. He had
told his crew that this would be a piece-of-cake and easy money. Now they were
all hanging from a pipe with their dicks out and scared shitless. Sam knew that
he would be taking the blame for this from the guys.
"Be quiet Sam and listen. You and this bunch of morons meant to create a
little media event at tonight's rally. Horace Trimble alerted a friendly
reporter at the Boston Globe that something was going down. He was waiting there
to take pictures of you assholes creating a ruckus. Now, all he's going to see
is a well-run political rally with Candace surrounded by enthusiastic voters.
Are you with me so far, Sam?"
"Yea, I'm with you. Like you said, this is Horace's doing. We were just paid
to do a job. You can let us go now. We won't cause any trouble."
"Yea, we didn't mean any harm," chimed in Jake.
"God lady, quit playing with my dick," yelled Billy to an Amazon who had
stroked his cock to hardness.
"Having fun, Doris?" asked Rhonda of the Amazon who was stroking Billy's cock.
"I just wanted to see how long it got when it's hard," said the Amazon as she
continued to handle Billy's growing cock.
"Where was I? Sam, we know all about Horace Trimble and we will deal with him
later. Fortunately for you, Candace is a wonderful person and very forgiving. If
it were up to me, I cut your balls off and make you eat them. However, Candace
does take any attempt at dirty politics as decidedly un-American and a threat to
our democratic form of government. Therefore she did instruct me that we could
beat the living shit out of you as long as we didn't do anything to damage you
permanently."
"Hey, we'll not make any more trouble. There's no need to do anything like
that," said Jake desperate to find some way not to have his living shit stomped.
"Here, Amazons, take one of these," said Rhonda handing out three-foot lengths
of thick rubber hose.
"What the fuck you going to do?" screamed Jake.
"Beat you with a rubber hose, it won't leave any marks but it'll hurt like
hell, feel free to scream," answered Rhonda.
Two women took up positions at each man. One woman was in front while the
other was in back.
"All right, from nips to knee pits, nothing on the face, and stay away from
the kidneys, we don't want anyone to die," announced Rhonda.
"Cock and balls okay?" asked Debbie.
"Yes, but spread the action around, don't concentrate on any one area," said
Rhonda.
"I want to be the one who whips his cock," said Debbie who was behind Sam.
"I got here first. His cock's got a mushroom head just like my brothers, the
one who rapped me and got me pregnant when I was thirteen," replied Darlene, the
girl paired with Debbie.
"Amazons, be nice and share. You girls swap after a few minutes," said Rhonda.
"Come on, let us go, this isn't necessary," said Sam.
"Quite whining and take your beating. We're a little beyond letting you go.
You should have turned around in the parking lot when I asked you," said Rhonda.
"Okay, ladies, let's do it," yelled Rhonda.
The Amazon's began to swing away at the exposed bodies of Sam and his crew. It
wasn't long before the two girls working on Earl, the fattest member of the crew
jumped back as Earl pissed himself. They waited for him to stop then resumed the
beating. Several of the crew tried to tough it out and keep their mouths shut.
However that didn't last but a few minutes.
Within five minutes, all six were screaming each time a hose landed on their
privates or buttocks. When they weren't screaming they were begging the Amazons
to stop. Rhonda allowed the beating to go on for fifteen minutes. Three of the
men had passed out by that time. The Amazons revived them by dousing a bucket of
ice-cold water on their naked torso.
Sam had tried to tough it out but the first time that hose landed across his
butt, he let out a scream. Seconds later, when the next blow slapped across his
abdomen, he screamed much louder. The Amazon at his front methodically worked
from his nipples to right above his knees. His rear punisher started at his knee
pits and slowly worked upward until she finished on his scapula. At that point,
the girls swapped and it started all over again.
Sometime during the beating, Sam started to beg and plead. His eyes filled
with tears. He didn't feel anymore like a hard-driving boss who supervised the
toughest steel erection crew in the local Iron Workers Union. He felt like a
little boy who was begging his momma not to whip him anymore.
"What's the matter? I thought construction workers were tough. Tell me how
this feels," said Debbie as she landed the hose right below Sam's buttocks. Sam
opened his mouth and screamed until he ran out of air.
"You're not so tough now. Are you?" asked Debbie.
"This will make him scream louder," said Darlene the Amazon working on the
front of Sam. She took a baseball style swing that landed across Sam's cock and
balls. He let out a howl of pain and twisted violently. Darlene went to work on
Sam's nipples and before long they had started to turn red and swell.
When the beating ended, Sam had broken down. He was sobbing and he had pissed
himself. The rest of the crew wasn't in any better shape. Some of the blows had
landed on Sam's lower back and kidneys. He knew his back would be sore for a
week. Darlene had concentrated her blows on his cock and balls. Sam was
terrified that his equipment had been permanently damaged and his days of
fucking every woman who's let him were in his past. His balls were swollen the
size of cantaloupes and his cock felt raw like to had been sandpapered. There
wasn't a spot between his nipples and his knees that wasn't screaming in pain.
Sam watched as Rhonda wheeled a tool chest over to where it almost touched
him. He didn't noticed until the cart reached him that there was a small vise
mounted on one end. Sam started to scream when Rhonda grabbed his ball sack and
placed it in the vise then spun the arm until Sam felt his nuts slightly
flattened by the vise.
Rhonda pulled one of Sam's nuts out of the vise grip leaving the other inside.
"Candace told me to crush only one," said Rhonda starting to slowly turn the
handle.
"Oh Jesus, please don't. I'll do anything you say. If you do that, I won't
even be a man," cried Sam.
"Have mercy on us, for the love of God, we're just working guys with
families," pleaded Jake who worried that his nuts were going in the vise next.
Rhonda spun the lever until Sam's ball began to flatten. Sam was screaming and
pleading. Rhonda backed off the pressure a small amount. Sam's ball was less
than half it's normal thickness.
"Let's make a deal. You make a complete confession on video of who paid you to
disrupt the rally and you can keep your nuts," said Rhonda. "Or you can be brave
and let me castrate you." Rhonda twirled the vise handle a couple of
revolutions.
"Deal, deal, whatever you say but please don't do that. It was Horace Trimble.
He works for Mike Harrington. He came over to Zeke's tonight and offered us
money to disrupt the Williams rally on the Common. I'm supposed to collect $250
for each of us tomorrow," said Sam rapidly.
"It's turning out to be a lot of pain for $250. Hold up a minute, Sam, we have
to put you in front of a camera," said Rhonda.
***
The orange LCD displayed 2:18AM when Horace Trimble felt a hand clamp over his
mouth as the covers were ripped off the bed. Someone jumped on his chest and
pinned his arms over his head.
He had gone to bed disappointed after watching the 10:00AM news. There was
nothing about the Williams rally on Wakefield Common. Maybe Sam and the boys
hadn't shown. Horace wouldn't put it past those morons to keep drinking until
the rally was over. Or maybe the disturbance happened too late to make the
nightly news. If there weren't a disturbance at the Williams' rally, Horace
would have to tell Mike Harrington what happened and why. He wasn't looking
forward to that, not with the way Mike had been acting lately.
"Wake up Horace, but don't make a sound," said a voice beside Horace and
Eleanor's bed. Horace came fully awake when he realized there were several
strangers in the dark bedroom. Horace was acutely conscious that both he and
Eleanor slept naked and whoever was there was able to see them in all their
glory when the lights went on. There was someone sitting on Eleanor's chest too.
"Horace, there are people here." said Eleanor in a quiet voice. Horace had
always admired her capacity for staying cool under trying circumstances.
"Be quiet you two, there's a stun gun on your privates," said a female voice.
"What do you want? My wallet is on the dresser," offered Horace.
"I said be quiet," said the female voice.
Horace heard a cell phone beep and then that same female voice said,
"Everything's secure, you can come over now."
"You two remain quiet and nobody will get hurt, the boss will be here in a
minute," said that same female voice.
Horace shut up. He was not a brave man. He thought he was being robbed. He
felt a piece of hard plastic being held against his nuts. Some patrolman friends
of his on the Wakefield PD had once demonstrated stun guns on a Latino couple
they had arrested for dealing drugs. Horace had called the police when several
of the other tenants in a rental three-decker that Horace owned had complained
about all the noise and visitors.
The couple had given the two policemen a hard time and the policemen weren't
in a pleasant mood when they yelled it was safe and Horace could enter. Horace
found the couple a little bloody with their hands cuffed behind their back. Of
course, at the time, Horace had been more concerned about damage done to his
rental unit.
"Ever see a guy have their balls Tasered?" asked Sgt. Lobetti as he pulled the
man's pants down while his partner held him.
"Nope, can't say as I have," said Horace.
"Enjoy this Raul or whatever your name is,' said Lobetti as he touched the
gizmo the size of the cell phone to the tip of the Latino's dick. Horace had
heard a small crackling sound as he watched the man immediately collapse on the
floor twitching and jerking. His mouth and face looked like he was screaming but
there wasn't a sound coming out. His lips were covered with flecks of foam.
"That's what I call real pain," said Detective Sergeant Michael Lobetti,
Horace's good friend on the Wakefield PD.
"The bitch tried to bite me," said Keith, Lobetti's partner. "Let's have some
fun with her."
"I'll hold her, you burn her hole," said Lobetti grabbing the woman and
pulling up on the handcuffs to cause her pain. The woman screamed as the cuffs
bit into her flesh.
While the male was still paralyzed, Lobetti kicked the woman's legs out from
under her dropping her to the floor. Once there, Lobetti gave her a couple of
good kicks in the ribs to quiet her down. Horace thought he heard the sound of
bones breaking when the point of Lobetti's wing tip make contact with the
bitch's rib cage.
She's a tough one though Horace. Most women would be screaming their lungs
out; but she's just moaning. The young woman was quietly cursing the officers in
Spanish when Lobetti pulled her skirt up and cut the crotch of her panty through
with his knife. Horace recalled she had some kind of funny tattoo right over her
shaved snatch.
"We're going to light you up, chica," said Lobetti reaching between her legs
and giving her crotch a squeeze intended to cause pain. "You do her, Keith, I
used my Taser on her boyfriend."
"With pleasure," said Keith as he spread her legs wide then kneeled down on
her thighs. The woman scream in pain as Keith's knees pinned the fleshy portion
of her thighs to the floor.
Ouch though Horace. That must hurt.
Keith grabbed her labia in each hand and yanked them apart.
"Dark meat, must have some Indian blood, most greasers do, said Keith
observing the ring of brown flesh surrounding her vagina and asshole.
"Grab her ankles and spread her wide. I want to Taser her from the inside
out," said Keith.
Lobetti standing took her ankles and held them in a wide V as he bent her legs
back over her head to where her knees were beside her ears. She gave out a
little scream as her hip joints complained and her cracked ribs felt the strain.
Horace recalled she looked like one very unhappy Latina. But it served the cunt
right, selling dope in a good decent American town like Wakefield. She deserved
everything the two policemen were doing to her.
"Let me wet her cunt. Improves the contact," said Keith as he spit in her
pussy, smeared it around with his finger. Keith worked the Taser four or five
inches inside her vagina before he pulled the trigger.
"Shit, look at her, flopping around like a rock bass," laughed Lobetti as the
Latina rolled back and forth on the cheap carpet.
"That'll teach her not to sell dope in our town," said Horace noting that
there was a wisp of smoke coming out of the Latina's cunt.
"Smell that, that's the odor of burning pussy," said Keith.
"The people that make these things say they incapacitate but don't hurt," said
Lobetti referring to the laser gun in his hand. "Of course, those people have
never taken a shot to their pecker or given their girl friend one in her cunt."
"Time for a little recreation," said Lobetti as he took out a condom and tore
the foil with his teeth.
"Hey, you went first last time," said Keith.
"Bullshit, you packed that hitchhiker's shit first, the little redhead college
girl with a dime bag in her backpack. That was day before yesterday. Remember,
she kept saying 'Officer Lowry, please fuck my pussy, my ass is on fire,'" said
Lobetti.
"You did Mary Ann first, and that was yesterday," said Keith.
"Mary Ann doesn't count. She's not a perp," said Lobetti.
"Rock, paper, scissors," said Keith.
Horace recalled that Lobetti's rock broke Keith's scissors. He remembered
Keith pulling one of the guy's dirty socks off and stuffing it in the Latina's
mouth as Lobetti mounted her and slammed his cock inside her burned out love
tunnel. Horace recalled he bugged-out eyes and the attempts to scream past the
sock gag. As soon as Lobetti finished, Keith took his turn. They offered Horace
a go at her but he declined.
God I wish Lobetti were still on the force thought Horace. This kind of home
invasion shit never would have occurred in Wakefield if Lobetti were still
maintaining public safety. But a massive myocardial infarction stopped Lobetti's
ticker just as he was dumping his load into Mary Ann Pennington's needy cunt.
Mary Ann was the owner and operator of Salon de Mary Ann, Wakefield's busiest
hair styling operation. Mary Ann was a middle-aged police groupie who'd spread
her legs for any member of the force who bothered to ask. Lobetti and Keith had
been dropping by once a week for years to take advantage of Mary Ann's charms.
"Some girls fuck rock stars, other's fireman, Mary Ann loves cops and can't
get enough police peter in that snatch of hers," was how Eleanor phrased it.
Poor Mary Ann freaked out when Lobetti's eyes rolled back in his head just as
he squirted. Keith had to come in and pull Lobetti off Mary Ann and calm her
down before he called 911.
Horace considered the current Wakefield PD composed of pantywaists too
concerned with the rights of the accused to protect the public. Officers like
Lobetti kept the town safe. Horace recalled the time that a crack whore was
making an incall escort visit at the Lord Wakefield Inn. The hooker was so
stoned; she couldn't get her John off. When he demanded his money back, a ruckus
occurred and a pair of rookie cops was dispatched. When they got there, the
hooker came out of her crack trance, pulled a straight razor out of her bra and
sliced one of the rookies across the forearm. The rookie almost bled to death
before they got him to the ER. As it turned out, the rookie was the police
chief's nephew; so old Chief Benson turned the hooker over to Lobetti.
First they locked her in a cell located in the police station's sub-basement.
They called it the 'special cases' cell. Lobetti tied the crack whore to a chair
and let her dry out cold turkey.
Druggies say there is nothing worse than being detoxed off crack cocaine
without any medication. Lobetti tied her up tight so she couldn't beat her
brains out against the cell bars and left her for five days to scream her lungs
out as every fiber in her body demanded crack. Horace had snuck over to the jail
to see the tramp. She had this wild look in her eyes. She was covered in sweat
and sitting in a puddle of her own shit.
"Get me a pipe and I'll let you fuck me in the ass," she mumbled when Horace
entered the room.
After five days, the hooker was dried out. Lobetti had the matrons clean her
up and feed her then he went into her cell with a sap and beat her senseless.
Lobetti blacked her eyes, broke her nose, some ribs, couple of fingers. He made
her hurt all over. He let her recover for two more days then he and Keith
borrowed a pair of Dr. Simpson's dental pliers and extracted every one of her
teeth. They didn't use any Novocain either. Lobetti started with her front teeth
and worked all the way back to her wisdom teeth. He didn't leave a single
incisor, bicuspid, or molar.
Lobetti gave her another two days to recover then hung her upside down, stuck
a long necked funnel in her pussy and poured in a teakettle of boiling water.
When they turned her upright, big pieces of scalded skin from the lining of her
vagina came out of her hole. Lobetti wrapped her up in a blanket, threw her in
the back of a cruiser and delivered her back to her pimp in East Boston with a
warning to keep out of Wakefield.
Wakefield was a safe community when Lobetti was on the force repeated Horace
to himself. But since he was dead, Horace stayed very still and quiet, afraid to
move.
"They're secure, tell Candace she can come in now," said a female voice. In a
second the lights came on and Harvey saw there were four women in his bedroom,
all wearing military night camouflage garb and night vision goggles. Horace
almost pissed himself when he saw that two of the women were armed with what
looked like submachine guns.
"Take Eleanor in the living room and entertain her. I need to talk to Horace,"
said another female as he entered the room.
"You're not going to hurt my wife, are you? I told you my wallet was on the
dresser. Take the money and leave." Horace had a moment of regret when he
realized that he had almost two thousand dollars in cash that he planned to pay
Sam and the crew with in the morning.
"Eleanor's not going to be hurt. In fact, she'll probably enjoy it," said
Candace Williams turning on the table lamp beside the bed.
"Candace Williams, what are you doing here? Who's that?" demanded Horace
watching as Eleanor was pulled out of the bed by two women and taken toward the
living room. Horace was surprised that there were only women present. He felt a
little safer. He saw that the woman that remained with Candace was the very tall
powerful looking female he had observed at several of the William's meetings.
Horace recalled she was in charge of Candace's security.
"This is Rhonda," said Candace. "She's in charge of my security and we had a
problem last night and you caused it," said Candace.
"You two get out of my house. I'll have you arrested for home invasion and
burglary," said Horace feeling a little braver since he was not dealing with
men.
"Before you decide to get brave and try to physically evict us, we have
something to show you.
"Put this in the VCR, Rhonda," said Candace as she handed Rhonda a
videocassette. Rhonda had to eject a videocassette already in the player. Rhonda
took a look at it and read, "Kinky Anal Angels No. 12". Rhonda opened a
videocassette storage cabinet located nearby.
"Interesting collection of porn, it looks like you own the whole series. And
what is this?" said Rhonda pulling out a hand labeled videocassette.
"That's personal. It's none of your business," yelled Horace.
Rhonda asked Candace, "Do we have time to take a look?"
"Yes, but make it quick," said Candace.
Rhonda inserted the videocassette as she turned on the television. In a few
seconds there was an image of Horace and Eleanor sitting naked on their bed with
a black couple. The black man was sucking on Eleanor's tits and the black woman
was sucking Horace's cock as she worked his balls.
"It's labeled 'Joe and Reba 6/21/99'. I actually prefer amateur porn. It's
more real than the stuff produced in Los Angeles. Look at the cock on Joe. I bet
Eleanor loved that," said Rhonda.
"Fast forward," said Candace.
"Your violating my constitutional rights to privacy in my own home," said
Horace.
"Eleanor wasn't the only one enjoying Joe's cock," said Rhonda. The screen
showed Horace on all fours with Joe fucking him in the ass. Horace's mouth was
rimming Reba's asshole and Reba in turn had her face buried in Eleanor's snatch.
Another black man came into the picture, climbed up on the bed and inserted his
cock in Eleanor's pussy.
"That's enough. Take all the homemade videocassettes. Leave the rest," said
Candace.
"That's theft of personal property. The police chief, Ed Dawson, is a close
friend of mine," said Horace.
"Does that mean Ed's on these tapes with you and Eleanor? Kate Dawson is a
close friend of mine. She has helped out in my campaign. Let's get to the point.
Rhonda, show him our video," said Candace.
Horace watched as Sam appeared on screen. He was seated at a small table
wearing a Williams for Congress T-shirt looking directly into the camera. Sam
began by giving the date and time then naming the members of his crew. Then he
announced that Horace Trimble had paid him $500 plus $250 for each of his crew
to disrupt that night's William's Rally on Wakefield Common. Sam looked awful.
His eyes were red. You could tell he had been crying. Sam gave a tearful account
of how Horace had contacted him. Then he apologized to Candace Williams and her
staff and the voters in the 12th District for trying to disrupt the democratic
process.
"It was not a voluntary confession," said Horace.
"No, it wasn't, said Rhonda as she switched off the VCR and ejected the
cassette. "We beat it out of him with a rubber hose. We did his whole crew.
Based on how quickly they broke, I didn't think that members of the Iron Workers
Union lived up to their reputation for being tough. I've seen women stand up to
much greater punishment."
"Jesus, Damn, what did you do to them?" asked Horace.
"Nothing permanent, it was just your basic rubber hose bastinado for fifteen
minutes. Hurts like hell though. Made all those tough ironworkers cry like
little babies. I'm not sure they consider themselves so macho anymore," said
Rhonda.
"You all did that to Sam and his crew?" said Horace unbelievingly.
"We dykes whipped them until they begged us to stop," said Rhonda.
"Are they going to be all right?" asked Horace. He didn't want Sam and his
bunch coming after him for setting them up.
"As I said, no permanent damage was done. We even took them back to Zeke's. I
gave Zeke a hundred to pay for several rounds of pain killer," said Rhonda.
"I told Mike Harrington his idea sucked. He doesn't listen to anyone. He's
losing it," said Horace.
"Oh, before I forget. Sam is expecting double payment because of the beating.
He said you told him it would be easy. You caused him to lose respect with his
crew. I'd pay up tomorrow and tell him how sorry I were if I were you. He'll be
in an awful mood," said Rhonda.
"What do you want from me?" asked Horace.
"Tomorrow you are switching sides in the campaign, get every member of the
local media together and at 2:00PM, you're going to announce that you are
supporting me for the Twelfth District. I'll be there and we'll make a joint
announcement. I'll expect you to join my campaign and be highly active. You're a
well-known local politician. You can bring in votes," said Candace.
There was a sound of women's laughter coming from the living room. Then you
could hear Eleanor saying "Let me eat you Debbie while Kathy munches my rug."
"Looks like your Missus is enjoying our little visit. I want her there
tomorrow also. It will make it appear more family like," said Candace.
"Mike will fire me," said Horace.
"Yes, just like he fired Ron and Jeff. But when I win, you'd be out of a job
anyway. I'm offering you the same job working for me after I'm elected," said
Candace.
"You think you can beat Mike Harrington," said Horace.
"Mike Harrington is going down to ignominious defeat. Here are your choices.
You can forget Harrington and sign on with me. In that case, you keep your job
and your self-respect. Otherwise, I give that cassette to the Globe reporter you
invited to my rally promising him a story that never materialized. In that case,
Harrington will be forced to disown you before he fires you. I'll also see that
some of your amateur porn gets in the hands of the wrong people," said Candace.
"All right, you win, where do you want me at 2:00?" said Horace admitting
defeat.
"I've already reserved the function room at the Wakefield Inn," said Candace.
"I'll be there. Can I have my cassettes back?" asked Horace.
"After the election when you've proven I can trust you. And there's one more
thing," said Candace.
"What's that?"
"Let's you and I fuck to seal our alliance," said Candace as she reached over
and took hold of Horace's cock. "I've been watching this since I came into the
room and I got horny as hell just looking at it."
"You going to screw me?" asked Horace in total disbelief.
"Running for office makes me want cock. I'm going to suck you hard, mount your
cock and ride you until you dump your load in my cunt or my ass, I haven't
decided which hole I want you to finish in," said Candace as she stood up and
began to undress.
"Seeing a man raped always makes me horny. Mind if I join the girls in the
living room? I feel like eating his better half's pussy," asked Rhonda.
"Have fun," said Candace as she stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse.
Horace felt his cock stiffen as Candace slipped her blouse off then unzipped and
dropped her skirt to the floor.
Horace watched in amazement as Candace slipped her pantyhose down then removed
her bra. God she has a beautiful body thought Horace. I'd probably have joined
her just for a piece of that.
"One drawback of being a candidate is having to wear undergarments," said
Candace as she removed her panties and rubbed her pussy. "Oh my pussy needs some
strange, my clit's tingling at the thought."
"God, you're beautiful. My cock's getting hard just looking at you," said
Horace.
"One thing for you to keep in mind is that Mike Harrington never let you fuck
him," said Candace as she climbed on the bed between Horace's legs and began to
stroke his cock. "Just lay there and let me do the work as a token of my
appreciation for all the help you're going to give me in my campaign."
"Oh that feels good. Your hand, it's so warm," said Horace.
"Let's 69. I have a suspicion you have a talented tongue." Candace changed
positions until her cunt came in contact with Horace's mouth. Horace stuck out
the tip of his tongue and gave Candace's clit a little flick then followed that
by a sensuous lick then another flick.
"Oh that's just perfect. I was right. Eleanor is a lucky woman," said Candace
as she lowered her head to take Horace's cock in her mouth.
"You're so wet. It's just oozing out your pussy. It's thick and hot like
syrup," said Horace.
"Swallow it, Horace, lick it out of my cunt and swallow it."
Candace sucked and stroked Horace's cock. She could hear Eleanor, Rhonda, and
the other Amazons going at it in the living room. Horace's tongue invaded the
opening of her vagina. She felt him use his tongue to lap the thick warm viscous
fluids that flowed from her pussy. Candace could feel Horace throat swallowing
her glandular secretions.
Candace slipped a finger into Horace's rectum as she forced his hard cock past
the opening to her throat. Horace gasped when he realized the lining of
Candace's esophagus was clutching his cock head and the two inches of dick
behind it. Candace's tongue worked his balls while his cock pulsed in and out
her throat.
"You're the best. My God can you suck cock," exclaimed Horace.
"I want some of your piss. And I want you to swallow some of mine," said
Candace.
"Man you are one hot lady. Let's pee together," said Horace completely
astounded by what he and Candace were doing. Horace had always loved water
sports and getting several mouthfuls of his partner's piss always improved the
sex. "My mouth is on your pee hole, let fly whenever you're ready."
Horace felt a warm stream of urine begin to flow into his mouth. Eleanor liked
for him to drink her urine so it wasn't by any means the first time he had
opened up his mouth and swallowed mouthful after mouth of warm woman pee. But
Candace's pee was hotter than anything he had ever felt. It almost burned his
throat as he swallowed it. He got his own flow started in her mouth. He had
drunk a couple of beers before he went to bed and he felt like he had a full
bladder to empty into Candace.
Candace slowly swallowed Horace's piss as it streamed into her mouth. Candace
loved the feeling of her mouth first filling with urine followed by a quick
swallow that sent the golden fluid down into her belly. She could feel it flow
down her esophagus and past her stomach valve and into her stomach. If the man
had a full bladder, the sensation of having a belly full of warm man pee was
heavenly. Candace loved being full of urine and the way she could feel it
sloshing inside her as she moved.
She and Horace finished at roughly the same time.
"I want that big cock of yours in my cunt," said Candace as she turned about
and mounted Horace slipping his hard cock into her pussy and driving in all the
way to his balls in one swift motion. Candace had her feet under her and she was
lowering and raising her body as she rode Horace's pole.
"Grab my nipples and twist them hard, lover," said Candace as she leaned over
to tongue kiss Horace. They could taste and smell each other's urine as their
tongues intertwined and passed from mouth to mouth.
Horace wasn't sure he had ever been as turned on by a fuck as much as the one
Candace was giving him. He liked to hurt women's nipples as he screwed them. He
grabbed Candace's left nipple in his teeth and bit down hard all the while
viciously twisting the other nipples digging his nails into flesh.
"That's right, hurt my tits, bite them till they bleed," gasped Candace.
Horace switched to the other nipple. He took the whole end of Candace's tit
including all of the areola and bit into the flesh with all his jaw power. He
felt the flesh flatten and his incisor break the surface of the skin. Horace
felt a spurt of blood dash into his mouth.
"Oh that feels good. Hurt me more. Chew my tits off," said Candace as she
clamped her cunt muscles around Horace's cock.
"I'm going to cum," gasped Horace.
"Let's mix your cum with my shit," said Candace as she rose a little higher,
grabbed Horace's cock and slipped the head into her rectum. Candace slowly
lowered herself down feeling Horace's cock slide millimeter by millimeter into
her bowels.
"Pack my shit down," said Candace as she began to rhythmically butt fuck
herself with Horace's cock.
It was the tightest and hottest asshole Horace had ever been in. It was
tighter than Eleanor's when he fucked her butt for the first time. It was even
tighter than Eleanor's niece, Tara, the little fourteen-year-old slut that had
spent last summer with them. Horace had busted both her cherries while Eleanor
fucked his asshole with a strap on. At the time, he thought that was as hot as
it could possibly get. But now that Horace was inside Candace William's butt, he
knew how the ultimate felt.
Horace couldn't resist any more. He felt his sperm being drawn out of his ball
sack and flying toward the tip of his pecker. He soaked the inside of Candace's
rectum before he collapsed.
Candace let her own climax occur as she felt Horace's sperm inside her ass.
She had been stroking her clit as she rode his cock. When she felt his cock
soften and slide out of her butt, she slipped down and took his softening cock
in her hand.
It was covered with slime and there were streaks of shit along the sides. She
looked up toward Horace and gazed directly in his eyes then calmly licked his
dick clean.
Horace lay there too exhausted to move as he felt Candace get off the bed and
went into the bedroom. He heard water running. In a few minutes she emerged and
quickly redressed.
She walked over to the bed, leaned down and gave him a kiss.
"See you at 2:00 at the Wakefield Inn."
"I'll be there. You can count on it," said Horace as he watched Candace walk
toward the other room.
"Let's go Rhonda," said Candace.
Horace heard Rhonda speak from the living room. "Get dressed you two."
"Can't we stay? Eleanor is a lot of fun," said Debbie.
Chapter 18 - Entrapment
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"Home, Congressman?" asked the limousine driver. Congressman Mike Harrington
had just climbed wearily into the backseat. In Mike's opinion, he had spent the
last two hours being made a complete fool in the debate with Candace Williams.
"Fuck no, Airport Hilton, I've got another meeting," said Mike brightening a
little when he thought about what was waiting at the hotel.
Damn, I wish Ron and Jeff were here thought Mike. Maybe I was too hasty
canning their butts, especially in the middle of this election. They would at
least know what the fuck was going on and could talk to me about it. Ron would
have made sure I was up on what kind of questions those foreigners were going to
throw at me.
Mike recalled the last humiliating exchange between he and Candace Williams.
It came at the end when they had the opportunity to pose three questions
directly to one another. Candace's final exchange with him was a killer as far
as the audience was concerned.
"Congressman, can you discuss the impact on District 12 consumers of HR 2104?"
asked Candace.
"HR 2104, there are so many bills. I can't be expected to recall each bill by
number," replied Mike trying to recall what HR 2104 was about. It sounded
familiar.
"I find that surprising. You are listed as the sponsor of HR 2104, known
better as the Citizen's Energy Act. You claimed in your speech introducing the
bill to the full House last July 24th to have crafted every word of it," said
Candace in a firm voice.
"Oh, of course, I was that bill's sponsor and proud of it."
"Are you proud of the fact that the bill costs each District 12 household an
average of $112 annual on their home heating bill? Isn't HR 2104 so favorable to
the oil and gas industry that some experts have described the bill as being
written by the industry?"
"That's ridiculous, the oil and gas industry played no part in drafting the
Citizen's Energy Act."
"So you've had no contact with them during the preparation of HR 2104?"
"None, absolutely not," lied Mike. "That wouldn't be appropriate."
"Is this a picture of you and Sam Reynolds, President and CEO of Reynolds'
Energy, boarding the Reynolds's corporate yacht, The Kilowatt Hour, on the
weekend before the bill was introduced into the House?" asked Candace as the
screen behind the stage showed a slide of Sam and he climbing aboard the yacht.
One could clearly see the yacht's name on the stern.
"How the hell did you get that?" yelled Mike. The audience laughed at him.
They knew he was lying. I've never been so humiliated in thirty years of
politics grumbled Mike.
I was sandbagged. Why didn't somebody tell me she spoke Spanish and
Portuguese? grumbled Mike. The high school gym was packed with members of
Salem's ethic Portuguese community and there were a large number of people from
El Salvador. Candace was able to respond to the questioners in their own
language. Where the fuck is El Salvador? I bet its near Portugal decided Mike.
God that bitch is smart. She sounds like a computer spouting facts and
figures, speaking different languages. I wonder how she got Horace Trimble and
Eleanor to join up with her. I heard they're going door to door in Lynn, Saugas,
Wakefield, and Stoneham, asking people to vote for Williams. That ungrateful
bastard, after all I did for him and that slut wife of his all these years
thought Mike.
Mike helped himself to the limo's bar. He poured two fingers of vodka over ice
as they drove through the streets of Lynn on their way to the Logan Airport
Hilton. He thought more about Candace Williams.
Brains and beauty, she's got it all. I actually started getting a hard on
looking at her butt when she was at the podium. Nice ass and tits, and those
legs, I kept picturing them wrapped around me pumping my cock. I bet she fucks
like a crack whore needing a fix. After the election, I'm going to offer her
Ron's job as my new chief of staff. She'll have to show how much she wants it
by wrapping that smart mouth around my Johnson and sucking out the juice. I'd
love to watch her and little Cindy going at it on my office couch. We'll just
see how badly Mrs. Williams wants to get to Washington.
Shit, I'd lose this election if it were up to the voters. I'm going to have to
call in all my markers from those pricks on the Election Commission, maybe even
spread some money around. That may get expensive but that's what campaign
contributions are for.
It's amazing how little effect my attack ads made. I tried to paint her as
lacking experience. But she's so damn ready with facts and figures about every
conceivable topic; the voters think she's been in Congress fifty years. Plus she
comes across as little miss wholesome. I bet that's a crock of shit. I could
probably dig something up but the elections next week, no time for that now.
Shit, somehow, that bitch got to McNally and got him to feed Ron a line of
bullshit. Or that drunken Irish cock hound never left his office, just told Ron
what he wanted to hear then climbed back into the bottle. Fucking McNally's, all
of them, the worst kind of black Irish scum. McNally's dad, Seamus, was a small
time thug and leg breaker for the Winter Hill gang and old Sadie his mom would
drop her drawers for a slug of gin.
Mike recalled how as a boy he would wait in the car while his daddy visited
Sadie McNally every Saturday morning. Mike's dad always took a half pint of
Gordon's. Hoover and his sister would be working with Seamus in their bakery
over on Essex Street. A couple of times, Mike had snuck around back and watched
his old man. Daddy was a real cocksman recalled Mike. After a session with my
dad, a woman knew she'd been fucked.
Sadie would be lying in top of the kitchen table with her dress up around her
waist and her drawers down around one ankle. Mike's dad would be holding on to
Sadie's hips and pounding away while Sadie gripped the table edge. Mike recalled
how the big kitchen table jostled back and forth as dad slammed it home. Sadie
always had this big shit-eating grin on her face like she just loved what Mike's
dad was doing. Sadie would be kicking her legs in the air when they weren't
wrapped around my dad's ass. Mike's dad would finally finish and wipe his cock
on a nearby dishcloth. He'd give Sadie a quick kiss and then head back to the
car.
"Don't you ever tell your Mom about us stopping at the McNally's Saturday
morning. That's just between us men. When you get old enough, you'll
understand," warned Morris Harrington.
Of course, Mike's mom was getting plenty and didn't have a reason to complain.
Many nights, Mike and his brother William would wake up to the sound of their
mother and dad's headboard slamming against the wall as Dad gave mom a good
fucking. The house wasn't large and only studs and drywall separated the
bedrooms. Mom would be moaning and talking dirty and Dad would be calling her a
filthy Irish whore. After they finished, he and William would sneak into the
hall and watch through the bathroom keyhole as mom washed her pussy and took her
diaphragm out.
Mike's dad had taken him to visit Heddie's Place in Salem on his fifteenth
birthday. Heddie put him with one of her youngest girls, Kate or Kathy, Mike
couldn't recall for sure. His Dad had gone into Heddie's bedroom while Kate had
taken him up to her room on the third floor.
I popped thirty seconds after I got it in her mouth. I was so embarrassed I
wanted to die but Kate went right back to work and I was hard again in no time.
After that I got my first piece of pussy. Those were good times, the old days,
mused Mike. A boy's dad took care of him, made sure he knew about sex and stuff.
Shit, today's fathers probably never been near a brothel themselves, let alone
taken junior there for his first fuck. That's why young people today are so
screwed up. All the men are faggots and the women whores.
Mike's mind shifted to other thoughts as they approached the airport.
Cindy and her little cousin, Amanda, would be waiting in the hotel suite. He
was lucky Nora was at their place in Boca Raton. I wonder what that stupid bitch
wife of mine is up to. Probably too zonked out on pills to tell night from day.
I wonder if that Puerto Rican pool boy is fucking her when I'm not around. Shit,
most of the time, she's too out of it to know whether he's doing her or not.
I could have gone further in politics if my wife wasn't a looser pill head.
Maybe, I ought to divorce Nora and marry Candace Williams. Now there's someone
who could help you get ahead in this world thought Mike as the limousine pulled
up to the drop off at the hotel. That's the kind of woman you need by your side
to move up with the big guys like Clinton. They say Ted Kennedy's going to give
it up and retire at the end of his term. I guess I'm too old but with a young
wife like Candace, who knows.
***
In a suite on the top floor of the Airport Hilton, Hoover McNally checked the
cameras for the tenth time. Hoover and Lois Blake were seated side by side at a
table covered with television monitors, keyboards, and computer equipment. They
were in Suite 1222. Next-door was Suite 1224, registered to the Committee to
Re-Elect Mike Harrington.
Hoover had a concealed video camera on all four sides of the master bedroom of
Suite 1224. Hoover was clicking through the screens making sure all the cameras
were functioning properly. An array of personal computers was interconnected
with the cameras and monitors. The computer's hard drives would be making a
digital copy of everything the cameras captured. The cameras were equipped with
5:1 zoom lens. Good enough to focus in on the hairs on Mike Harrington' ass
thought Hoover.
There were also cameras in Suite 1224's living room where Cindy Powers and
Amanda Blake, Lois's thirteen-year-old daughter, were seated beside one another
on the couch waiting for the Congressman to arrive.
In spite of their age differences, the girls were identically dressed. Both
were wearing micro-mini red plaid box pleated skirts, a white blouse and black
paten Mary Janes with white socks. I was a calculated little girl look that
would prove irresistible to an old pedophile like Mike Harrington.
The day had started early for the two girls. Cindy had picked up Lois and
Amanda at 7:00AM. The limo had driven them directly to the Le Pli Spa on Beacon
Street in downtown Boston where both girls were given a Brazilian bikini wax, a
facial, a full body immersion in warm aromatic clay and finally a massage. The
two were next whisked over to Candelabra's House of Style where their hair was
dyed an identical shade of honey blonde. Their eyebrows were plucked and their
hair identically styled. The limo then took the three women and Gary the stylist
to a loft on Boston's School Street where a team of dressmakers made final
adjustments and outfitted them in their matching outfits including the Teddy
bear. At that point, a cosmetologist, Lonnie, joined the team. Lonnie worked for
over an hour to make Cindy and Amanda look as much like sisters as possible. As
a final touch, Lonnie glued a heart shaped beauty mark to both girls' left cheek
right at the corner of their mouth.
A photographer arrived and took a number of glamour shots of the two. The two
girls posed in various provocative poses including a long wet tongue kiss. The
photographer encouraged them to have some fun with it. One of the images was of
both girls standing side by side. Amanda was raising Cindy's skirt and pointing
toward the crotch of her white cotton panties.
"I'm about to cream myself just looking at the two of you," announced Lois
Blake while the photo shoot was happening. "Anybody here want a quick one?"
"I'm gay," said Gary.
"Aussi," said Lonnie.
"Just my luck, ready to give it away and surrounded by fags," said Lois.
"How about you, Terrence," said Lois speaking to the photographer?
"I'm with the fags. Get yourself off, darling," said Terrence as he looked
through the viewfinder.
The digital images were emailed to Candace Williams campaign headquarters
where they were reviewed. Candace answered with her approval and everything was
considered a go.
The three women plus Gary and Lonnie were driven to the Airport Hilton. Once
in Suite 1224, Gary and Lonnie did a final touch up of hair and make-up then
departed each with $500 in their wallets.
My God, they're absolutely stunning. If you've got a single ounce of child
predator in you, those two will bring it out thought Hoover. Amanda's the most
beautiful little girl I've ever seen and Cindy's a wet dream. In those tiny
little skirts, they're enough to make a dead man get an erection. Candace is a
genius. Old Mike Harrington hasn't got a chance.
Amanda was holding a Teddy bear dressed identically to herself. Both girls
were equipped with a wireless two-way communications apparatus that consisted of
an earplug and a small microphone clipped to their lapel.
Hoover's efforts to maintain his focus weren't being helped by the fact that
Amanda's mother, Lois Blake, was seated beside him and seemed to be working hard
to distract him. Lois was wearing a tight knit top that left no doubt as to the
location and size of her half dollar sized nipples. She was also wearing a pair
of jeans so tight Hoover kept wondering how she got them on. Even more
distracting, Lois kept brushing against him every chance she got.
"Sound check," said Lois.
"Mommy, I really don't need Cindy here. I'm perfectly capable of fucking the
Congressman all by myself," said Amanda.
"Eleven year old girls don't say fuck. And that's not the plan, you know that,
said Lois.
"I'm thirteen, I'll be fourteen next year," said Amanda.
"I know how old you are Amanda. As I recall I was there when you were born.
But you are playing the role of an eleven year old. The Congressman thinks
you're eleven," said Lois.
"I know all that. So why is Cindy here? I don't need her," said Amanda.
"As I told you yesterday. In this scenario, Cindy is your older sister. At
least the Congressman thinks she is. Cindy works for the Congressman and knows
how to act around him. Just follow her cues and everything will go like we
discussed," said Lois.
"This outfit makes me look like a little kid, and whose idea was this dumb
bear," said Amanda.
"Amanda, you're supposed to be an innocent eleven year old girl who still
carries a teddy bear. That's what is going to make the Congressman's dick hard.
Now, let's have less attitude, nobody loves a Prima Donna, what do I always
say," said Lois.
"I know, Mommy, be more of an actress and less of a slut, I guess the slut
part just comes easier to the Blake women," said Amanda.
That's right sweetie, just stay focused, think of all the money we're making
and what you'll buy with your half. A smart girl always keeps the paycheck in
mind," said Lois.
"All right, Momma, I'm just a little nervous," said Amanda.
"Nothing wrong with that, all great actresses get a little stage fright
before a performance, just sit there like a lady and follow Cindy's lead," said
Lois ending the conversation.
"Gorgeous child, think she'll be okay," asked Hoover. I don't think I've ever
seen a more beautiful thirteen year old."
"Amanda making your cock hard?" said Lois. "I haven't met many guys who
didn't picture themselves between those skinny legs fucking away in that little
pink pussy."
"Hell, I'm only human," said Hoover. "Cindy's not exactly chop liver either."
"Cindy on her own is beautiful but Amanda is something special. That girl is
going to Hollywood and become a movie star," said Lois.
My God, the little slut looks like the poster child for the National
Association of Pedophiles thought Hoover. Cindy's absolutely gorgeous but Lois
is right. Amanda's has that something extra like Marilyn Monroe.
But all in all, it's the two of them dressed up in matching outfits with the
same hair and make-up. My God it's irresistible. Amanda's mom isn't bad either
and she keeps acting like she wants some cock. I wonder if there's a
mother-daughter plus Cindy four way in my future. I couldn't be that lucky. I'm
not even sure I could handle it.
Hoover had never considered himself as being into young girls but found
himself getting a hardon when the girls were taking different positions on the
bed in order to check out the camera angles. There was a lot of white panty
flashing and plenty of exposed leg. It made it hard to concentrate on getting
the lighting and the camera angles worked out.
"I see you're involved with your job," said Lois as she reached over and
placed her hand on Hoover's cock. Lois had decided to have some fun with Hoover.
But not too much fun, there was a lot of money ridding on the kiddie trap.
"Hey, I'm working here. I admit they're a turn on. However, I'm trying to
maintain my professional integrity," said Hoover picking up Lois's hand and
reluctantly returning it to her lap.
"Don't get in a huff. Hell, I sometimes look at Amanda and get hot. She's a
thirteen-year-old sex machine that was raised by her grandmother and me to love
pussy and cock equally. I taught her to eat my box when she was barely ten. She
knows how she affects people, the little tart, She's thirteen now but looks ten
or eleven," said Lois returning her hand to the tent in Hoover's trousers and
rubbing her fingers along the length of his cock.
"I thought you were an Amazon, a lesbian," said Hoover deciding to let Lois's
hand stay where it was. "Hell, I'm only human," repeated Hoover to himself.
"No, I'm a Pagan; but some Amazon's swing both ways. We're not all like Rhonda
who's never let a man between her legs. A little Guatemalan birdie told me you
have a sizeable instrument and I thought I might play it tonight."
"What did Maria Consuela tell you," asked Hoover?
"She said you had a big thick dick and knew how to use it. Anna Estelle also
recommended you," said Lois. "Both girls say you really worked their box."
"You women like to brag too much. Ever heard of fucking and not telling," said
Hoover.
"We girls are always ready to share big cock stories sort of like fisherman. I
was always a sucker for big cocks. My ex husband, Troy, had nine inches. He's
Amanda's father. I gather from Maria Consuela that yours is in that
neighborhood. It certainly feels like it," said Lois who continued to rub
Hoover's cock that was approaching its full length.
"So why did you and Troy split up if he had what you needed?" said Hoover.
"Troy's serving life without parole for the murder of a Massachusetts Highway
patrolman. Unluckily for Troy, two highway patrolmen stopped him and his partner
when they were bringing in a shipment of China White from Canada. Taillight
wasn't working. Troy was weak on details. Troy panicked and threw down on the
two officers. He dropped one but the other dropped him. Troy lived but the
patrolman didn't, neither did Troy's partner. The last time I saw Troy, he had
his hands on the butt of his prison wife, Julius. Julius is doing life for
cutting the throat of his gay lover."
"Sounds like a match made in heaven. So Julius is getting Troy's nine inches
and you got an itch in your empty hole. Does Amanda miss her daddy?"
"Amanda's like me. She misses the nine inches more. Troy busted her cherry
when she was nine. Amanda's been cock crazy ever since her Daddy showed her what
to do with one. It's hard to believe but that little girl could bury that big
cock of his all the way to his balls by the time she was ten. She's precocious."
Lois began to unzip Hoover's pants. Lois was fishing Hoover's cock out of his
slacks when an interruption occurred.
A cell phone rang and Hoover answered. All he said was "We're all set." Then
he disconnected the call.
"Harrington's on the way up, queue the girls. I'll let you have all the dick
you want as soon as we're done," said Hoover as he put his cock back in his
pants and zipped up.
"Promise," asked Lois.
"Yes," said Hoover.
"Amanda and Cindy will want some too," said Lois.
"God, I'm over forty, you know," said Hoover.
Lois enabled her microphone and spoke, "The Congressman has arrived. Now
Amanda, you play the part of a little girl and act a little shy. Don't come on
like an overeager slut who can't wait to get a cock in her. Remember, you're to
treat him like he's your daddy. Now show your Momma what a good little actress
you are."
Both girls waved at the camera to signify they were ready. They removed their
headsets and Cindy packed them up in her purse. As soon as there was the click
of the key card unlocking the door, Hoover started the video recorders. Cindy
stood up, took a deep breath and faced the door.
"Look Amanda, daddy's home," cried Cindy jumping with excitement and planting
a kiss on Mike's cheek.
Hoover was surprised at how absolutely whipped Mike Harrington looked. Candace
had called earlier and said that the debate at Salem High had gone very well
from her point of view. Hoover recalled his own first meeting with Candace
Williams. She probably told everyone that her meeting with Hoover had "gone
very well". Hoover recalled it took two days for him to stop shaking. Hoover
still remembered exactly how that spiked dildo felt in his ass. He could also
recall the incredible fuck she'd given him.
Time to get to work thought Hoover as he concentrated on the cameras, alert
for the first sign of trouble.
"Lordy, Lordy, let me look at you two," said Mike when he realized just what
he was facing.
Cindy and Amanda were standing together holding hands in front of Mike. Amanda
held her Teddy bear just like she was nine and needed it for security.
"Kid's a natural. Once the camera's roll, she gets right into it," whispered
Lois.
"You two twirl around," said Mike feeling a desperate need to see the back of
both young ladies.
"Does Daddy like his Amanda," asked Amanda once she had completed a quick spin
that revealed a brief glimpse of white.
"Daddy likes his Amanda very much," said Mike. "You're a little angel."
"Daddy's looks like he's had a hard day. Sit over on the there, Daddy, with
Amanda and I'll fix you a cocktail," said Cindy pointing toward a large stuffed
chair.
Things moved quickly. The camera showed Mike sitting in a stuffed chair with
Amanda in his lap. Cindy was bending over at the mini-bar looking for a nip of
vodka. Her panties were clearly visible when she took a small bottle off the
bottom shelf. Amanda was obviously a pro at this sort of thing. Her bottom was
sitting right where Mike's cock was located.
"Did Daddy have a really hard day?" asked Amanda in a little girl voice that
sounded perfect for an eleven year old.
"The hardest, sweetheart, I had to argue with a bad lady and she gave Daddy a
very difficult time. But I'm better now that I'm here with you and your sister,"
said Mike.
"I'm glad you're here where that mean old lady can't hurt my Daddy," said
Amanda planting a kiss on Mike's cheek, then another kiss on his lips. Amanda
let her lips linger an extra moment.
"Don't rush it, baby," whispered Lois in Hoover's ear.
"But that's all over now. Daddy missed his little girls," said Mike who was
slowly getting into his father/daughter incest fantasy.
"Vodka on the rocks," said Cindy handing Mike his drink. Mike took a swallow.
Cindy sat down on the chair arm and leaned in and gave Mike a kiss.
"Thanks Cindy, you said your little sister was pretty but pictures don't do
her justice. You're the prettiest thing I ever did see, Amanda," said Mike
placing his palm on the side of Amanda's face. "You're just so pretty Daddy is
getting excited just being here."
"Got him, he's thinking with his dick now," whispered Lois.
"Daddy needs a kiss for saying such sweet things. We love to kiss Daddy, don't
we, Amanda?" asked Cindy.
"Daddy's such a good kisser," said Amanda as she put her arms around Mike's
neck and gave him another kiss this time teasing her tongue across Mike's lips.
Hoover gave a passing thought as to what kind of mind set enabled a thirteen
year old girl to have the will and smarts to seduce a fifty year old wreck like
Mike Harrington. Most thirteen year olds would have been repulsed, even
disgusted, at the thought of sexual intercourse with the fat, sweaty, aged roue.
But both Cindy and Amanda proceeded like it was all in a day's work. Maybe they
were a throwback to the courtesans like Madame DuBarry or Nell Gwyn who used
their womanhood to get what they wanted out of Europe's royalty.
Scary thought Hoover. We men don't have a chance, especially with a superhuman
genius like Candace Williams leading them. And the worst part is that they get
off on the fucking more than we do. I bet that Amanda will enjoy the hell out of
Mike's old tired dick. She and Cindy will take all the fuck he has in him and
wish there were more. These women are fucking dangerous concluded Hoover.
"That tickled," said Mike. "Daddy likes to be kissed."
Cindy leaned over and gave Mike a tongue kiss that all but steamed up the
windows. When Cindy finished, Amanda spoke up.
"I can kiss like a big girl. Let me show you Daddy," said Amanda as she placed
her small lips against Mike's and French kissed him. You could see Amanda's
tongue working between Mike's lips.
Hoover felt his cock harden as he watched. Lois was right about Amanda. She
had that certain something that went beyond her natural beauty, call it sex
appeal, libido drive, whatever, that made men, and women for that matter, want
to do one thing. Get that little girl naked and screw her.
Mike slipped his hand under Amanda's skirt and cupped her panty-clad bottom.
The camera picked up Mike moving his hand so his fingers were between Amanda's
legs resting on her slit.
"Oooohhhhhh, that feels good, Daddy. I like it when you touch me there," cooed
Amanda as she wigged her bottom against Mike's probing fingers. Mike's other
hand found Cindy's crotch. He tickled both their slits with his fingers causing
both girls to giggle.
Cindy leaned over and gave Mike another very wet kiss on the mouth then moved
her own mouth to his ears and slowly licked around his entire ear surface then
poked the tip of her tongue inside his ear canal.
"I want my Daddy to have a good time this afternoon, so does Amanda. Just tell
us Daddy what'll make you happy?" said Cindy who reached between Mike's legs and
rubbed his cock.
"Let's just sit here a minute and enjoy ourselves, then we can go in the
bedroom and get comfortable," breathed Mike.
Hoover noticed that one of Cindy's hands was between her own legs stroking her
pussy.
I've seen and known my shares of needful whores in my day but these women are
off the charts thought Hoover.
Hoover's cock was hard as a rock. In spite of his little speech about
professionalism, Lois had returned to rubbing his cock through his trousers.
Hoover decided to let it pass. Actually there wasn't much for Hoover to do other
than watch. If anything went wrong and the girls were endangered, his
nine-millimeter Glock was in his shoulder holster. He had a key to their suite.
However, everything was proceeding as planned.
"I'm going to suck you off while you watch the monitors. I've got to have some
of that cream. Plus it'll get you ready for a nice long fuck afterwards," said
Lois sliding between Hoover's legs. Lois unzipped his trousers and removed his
cock from his boxer shorts.
"Bigger than Troy's, wait until Amanda sees this," said Lois as she swirled
her tongue around the head.
"I'm going to cum quick," said Hoover feeling the pressure build. He heard the
sound of another zipper and could only conclude that Lois intended to jerk off
while she sucked him off.
"Good, I'll blow you twice and then we can fuck forever," said Lois. "You
wouldn't believe how wet you got me. Want a taste?" asked Lois as she reached
her fingers up for Hoover to lick.
Hoover tried to keep at least some focus on the screens as he worked his
tongue over Lois's wet fingers.
God how I love the taste of a wet twat thought Hoover.
"I like it when Daddy touches me there, it makes my little cunny wet," said
Amanda. Mike had pulled up Amanda's skirt, pushed aside the crotch of her panty,
and was running his fingers up and down Amanda's slit. He didn't seem interested
in a long preliminary.
"Amanda and I are wearing the same panties," said Cindy pulling up her skirt
to show Mike that she and Amanda were both wearing a white cotton thong. The
words 'Eye Candy' were stitched right across the crotch in pink thread and there
were several little pink hearts.
Hoover took a good look at the little pink panties and promptly released a
full load of semen into Lois's mouth. The arrival of warm cum in Lois's mouth
was a signal for Lois to grab her own crotch and initiate her own climax.
"No one would believe my working conditions," thought Hoover recalling how
for the last several weeks, he and Maria Consuela had been fucking like dogs in
heat. Last week, Maria Consuela had brought along another girl, Anna Estelle,
and they had done a three way. Getting my brains fucked out and making good
money doing it was how Hoover characterized it. I'm not sure there's a better
job in America.
Lois began to work on his cock again. She was licking his balls as she rubbed
a fingertip across his asshole.
Cindy and Amanda were helping Mike to his feet. He seemed unsteady when he
stood up. The girls put their arms around him and the three walked into the
bedroom. Hoover stopped the recording of the living room and switched the feed
to the bedroom. All the video frames were being written to the hard drive of the
PC's sitting on the end of the table. Cindy was hanging Mike's suit coat on a
hanger. Mike was sitting on the bed. Amanda was bent over with her butt pointed
at Mike's face untying his shoes. Mike reached down and patted her behind. Cindy
came over to unfasten Mike's tie. Next she removed his cuff links. After that,
Cindy unbuttoned his shirt as Amanda removed one shoe then another.
"I love helping my Daddy undress," said Amanda as she pulled Mike's socks off
looking very proud of herself. Hoover was surprised at how the girls carefully
undressed Mike then neatly folded his clothes and placed them on a wooden valet
in the corner of the room. Finally, Cindy unbuckled his belt, unhooked his pant
waist, and then unzipped his fly. Each girl grabbed a trouser leg and they
pulled Mike's pants off. Again, Cindy carefully placed his trousers over a
wooden hanger arranging the material so the crease was maintained.
"I want to see Daddy's penis," squealed Amanda who jumped up on the bed and
attempted to pull Mike's boxer shorts down.
"There's not a bigger slut in New England than my Amanda," said Lois taking
her mouth off Hoover's cock in order to make that comment. Hoover wanted to say,
"Her mother's not exactly Queen Victoria," but thought better of it. Lois was a
more than competent cocksucker. Handling Troy's nine inches had certainly
prepared her to deal with Hoover's ten inches. Lois could deep throat him to
where her nose was buried in his pubic hair and her tongue was licking his
balls. A buddy of Hoover's had once declared, "Lesbians give the best blow jobs,
they're oral fixated." Hoover was inclined to agree. On the other hand, he knew
that Candace Williams was actually the best. But then again, Candace seemed to
be a species all her own.
Although Hoover considered himself a careful observer and a student of human
nature, he couldn't begin to solve the mystery of Candace Williams.
Candace can out fuck, out fight, and out smart any member of the human race,
plus she's very beautiful. She has my complete loyalty. Others around her are
just as loyal. Personally, I would die for her and I don't know why. I know all
this to be true and I have no idea what its all about, its just one big fucking
mystery was how Hoover summed it up.
Cindy and Amanda were tugging Mike's boxers off. As soon as Mike's cock was
free, Amanda made a grab for it.
"I love to feel Daddy's big penis," said Amanda as she fondled Mike's cock
with one hand.
"Oh, that feels good, keep playing with Daddy's penis," moaned Mike from the
bed.
"Let's get naked like Daddy," said Cindy. The girls quickly stripped down to
their panties. Cindy wrapped her arms around Amanda and the two of them kissed.
Then Amanda started to suck on Cindy's nipples.
"I want to see you two kiss each other's pussies," said Mike who had propped
himself up on one arm to watch the two girls. Cindy and Amanda lay down in the
sixty-nine position right beside Mike and began to eat each other. Amanda was on
top. Mike began to slowly rub Amanda's butt.
"Please, put your finger in me, Daddy," pleaded Amanda.
Mike obliged her by slipping his index finger slowly into the opening of
Amanda's pussy. Mike then raised himself up, used his other hand to part
Amanda's butt cheeks. Mike leaned down and licked between Amanda's butt crack.
"Oh, Daddy's kissing my bottom. That feels so good."
"Shit, here comes another load," said Hoover as he released once again in
Lois's mouth.
"That makes two, I'm expecting a long hard fuck," said Lois.
"Don't worry, you'll get it."
"Scoot down a little bit, so I can work on your asshole. You don't mind a rim
job do you?" said Lois.
Hoover returned his attention to the monitors. He zoomed a camera to catch
Mike's face licking the crack of Amanda's butt. He zoomed in further for a
close-up of Mike's tongue slowly tracing a path of saliva along both globes of
Amanda's ass.
"Would be a hell of a porn flick if Mike wasn't old and fat," thought Hoover.
Lois's tongue was slowly teasing his brown hole.
"Kiss my bottom Daddy, it feels so good," cooed Amanda as she reached back to
pull her butt cheeks apart so Mike could get his tongue on her butt hole.
"Daddy's little girl has the sweetest little hole," said Mike. It was obvious
that Mike was really getting aroused. His penis was erect enough to be visible
below the lowest ring of fat around his middle.
"Amanda's not bothered by the fact that Congressman Mike's a fat pig,"
whispered Hoover to Lois.
"Amanda's fucked worse. She once did a four hundred pound lawyer and his three
hundred pound wife. I thought they'd smother her to death in a sea of fat,"
replied Lois taking her mouth off Hoover's anal ring to reply.
"Why'd she do that?"
"The wife paid us $4000. It was a birthday present for her husband."
Cindy and Amanda had gotten Mike into the table position. Cindy was on her
back with her head between Mike's legs slowly sucking his cock. Amanda was
holding Mike's huge butt cheeks apart. Her hands looked tiny compared to the
huge dimpled globes of Mike's rear. Amanda was licking his asshole, probing it
with her tongue.
"I got to have some of my little girl's pussy before I cum," said Mike raising
his face out of the pillow. Mike rolled over on his back. Cindy helped Amanda
slip Mike's cock inside her pussy. Once Mike's cock was inside Amanda, Cindy
concentrated on sucking Amanda's puffy little nipples.
"Oh Daddy, it's so big," said Amanda as she started to gently rock back and
forth causing Mike's cock to penetrate her. Amanda would move to where only tip
of his cock was in her hole, and then she would push forward until it was buried
as deep as it would go. Hoover focused a camera on Amanda's face. He was
surprised at the look of pleasure and concentration.
"She certainly enjoys her work but she keeps her act together," said Hoover.
"That's my little Amanda, the ultimate thirteen year old cock lover," replied
Lois. Lois was working a finger in Hoover's ass as she returned to sucking his
cock. "God, I'm crazy about big dicks." Lois was pressing Hoover's hard cock
against the side of her cheek.
"Oh, I felt Daddy put his stuff in me, let's do it again," said Amanda as she
felt Mike climax in her pussy.
"Daddy's got to rest a minute," said Mike. It had been a long day. If Amanda
hadn't been the hottest little piece of young girl ass Mike had screwed in a
long time, he would have just rolled over and gone to sleep. But Mike decided he
was up for one more fuck. "Let me cuddle up with my sweet little daughters for a
few minutes, then Daddy will put his penis in your pussy one more time," said
Mike. Amanda and Cindy lay on each side of Mike. He put his arms around them and
hugged them to his chest.
Cindy gently rubbed Mike's large belly as Amanda returned to kissing Mike's
lips. Hoover watched as Cindy and Amanda attempted to get Mike hard again. The
two girls went to work on his cock and balls. Amanda could get a surprising
length of Mike's cock in her small mouth.
Lois had certainly achieved making him hard for the third time. Lois stood up
and took her jeans and panties off.
"I have to keep watching the screen," said Hoover.
"I know that. Just scoot down to the edge of the chair. I'll get under the
table on all fours and you can fuck me dog style," said Lois as she climbed back
under the table. Hoover moved forward to where he was on the very front edge of
the chair.
"You must want it bad," said Hoover.
"Hey, I'm a whore, what do you expect, when whores see a big cock like yours,
they always have to get it in their twats."
Lois backed her rear up to Hoover, reached between her legs then slowly
slipped it in her hole.
"Oh fuck, that fills me up," said Lois. "That's touching me places I haven't
been touched in years."
"Feels good to me too," said Hoover.
"You keep watching the monitors, let me do the work," said Lois as she slowly
began to move back and forth driving Hoover's cock into her cunt. Hoover saw on
the monitor that Cindy was shoving a pillow under the Congressman's butt to
elevate it. That would allow the girls better access to his cock, balls and
asshole. Cindy produced a plastic bottle of AstroGlide from somewhere, squirted
it on her fingers then pushed an index finger in Mike's ass. Mike moaned as
Cindy went in as far as it would go.
"Does Daddy want to eat his little girl's pussy?" asked Amanda as she climbed
on top of Mike. Mike mumbled something and Amanda repositioned herself to where
her little cunt was directly over Mike's mouth. Hoover watched as Mike's tongue
parted Amanda's labia.
"Mike's eating his own cream pie," said Hoover.
"Don't get jealous. I'll let you eat your cream pie in a minute," said Lois
concentrating on the pleasure that Hoover's cock was proving her vagina. Lois
was stroking her clitoris as she rocked back and forth on Hoover's ten inches.
"Fuck yes, It's just as good as Maria Consuela said it was," intoned Lois.
Cindy was finger fucking Mike's ass and sucking his balls and stroking his
cock in a well-coordinated ballet of sexual stimulation. Mike's cock was coming
alive again. Cindy reached over the edge of the bed and pulled an anal probe
from under the mattress. It was about a foot long with a large rubber ball on
the end. Cindy forced the rubber ball inside Mike's sphincter. Hoover could hear
Mike let out a long breath as Cindy deliberately pushed the probe up Mike's
rectum until the latex handle reached his asshole. Cindy started a routine of
drawing the probe back out until the ball was pushing out Mike's sphincter then
pushing it back until it was as far as it would go. Cindy maintained this
routine as she sucked and licked Mike's cock.
"Give Daddy a little squirt of your wee wee," whispered Mike to Amanda.
"Open wide, Daddy," said Amanda.
Hoover zoomed in to catch Mike's open mouth capturing a stream of yellow piss
that sprayed from Amanda's piss hole. Hoover also managed to capture Mike's
throat action as he swallowed.
"Amanda's giving the Congressman a squirt," said Mike.
"She likes golden showers, sometimes she and I piss all over each other when
we eat pussy."
"Give me a wee wee kiss, Daddy," said Amanda as she bent over and tongue
kissed Mike.
"If Amanda's got limits, I sure like to know what they are," said an impressed
Mike wondering how many thirteen year old girls were willing to kiss a mouth
they just pissed into.
Cindy had removed the anal probe. She had acquired a string of soft red rubber
balls and was liberally coating each one with AstroGlide then pushing it inside
the Congressman's butt hole. When Cindy was done, there were eight of the
four-inch rubber balls inside Mike's rectum. Only the black cord was visible,
hanging out Mike's butt hole.
"I feel like a big shit in my butt. I'm going to get on top and fuck my little
girl's pussy," said Mike as she rolled over on Amanda. Mike was dripping sweat.
Cindy elevated Amanda's bottom with a pillow then helped Mike to slip his cock
inside her. The Congressman's girth required the girls to be flexible. Once his
cock was in Amanda's cunt, the Congressman did a reasonable job of pumping away.
Amanda legs clinched the sides of Mike's waist. She pumped upward to meet Mike's
downward stroke.
"I'm going to blow," said a hot sweaty Mike Harrington who was breathing hard.
"I think they could fuck him to death," said Hoover.
Cindy predicted he would go sound asleep after this," said Lois maintaining
her slow pulsing fuck of Hoover's cock.
Hoover watched as Cindy pulled the balls out of Mike's ass. One by one each
ball emerged. You could tell the corded anal balls were prolonging Mike's
orgasm. When his climax was over, he was barely able to fall to the side. Amanda
scampered from underneath Mike. Mike rolled over on his back and closed his
eyes. The two girls snuggled up close on each side of him and pretended to go to
sleep.
Cindy waited for Mike's breathing to turn into a snore before she untangled
herself from his arm and sat up. She slowly got up off the bed. Amanda copied
Cindy and soon both girls were standing beside the bed putting their clothes
back on. Cindy picked up the AstroGlide, anal probe, and corded anal balls. Both
girls walked quietly out of the room.
"They're coming back, the Congressman has been caught on computer fucking a
minor, his ass is finished," said Hoover.
"Good, I'll let them in. They can watch while you fuck me," said Lois climbing
out from under the table. Lois went to the door and opened it a crack. Cindy and
Amanda pushed it open and enter the suite.
"I need to be fucked, I'm so damn horny," announced Amanda as she entered the
room.
"Me too, God look at Hoover's schlong, Maria Consuela said it was a dangerous
weapon," said Cindy reaching toward Hoover's still hard cock as he entered the
room behind Lois.
"I get to go first, you girls eat each other while I fuck Hoover," said Lois
leading everyone toward the bedroom.
"He's bigger than Daddy," said Amanda getting a determined look in her eye.
"I need a real fuck," said Cindy.
During the next ninety minutes, Hoover surprised himself by managing to dump a
load into the twats of all three women. He was just climbing off Cindy when he
saw Candace entering the suite. Candace looked at the three women and Hoover and
smiled. Hoover hurried over to report to Candace.
"We got everything captured in digital video," said Hoover realizing he was
standing there naked talking to a fully dressed Candace.
"Just print off a half dozen revealing frames," said Candace reaching down to
take Hoover's limp cock in her hand. "Looks like you got nothing left for me."
"I was raped," said Hoover ruefully. "Those women are animals."
"Come get in bed with us," said Cindy as she entered he room and kissed
Candace.
"We can have an orgy," said Amanda as she hopped in Candace's lap and kissed
her.
"All right, but first I have to go next door and see Congressman Mike on
business. You girls play with Hoover until I get back."
Hoover used the PC's video editing software to locate some very clear frames
of Mike and Amanda. When Candace approved, he selected 'Print' and the HP color
printer attached to the computer slowly created a letter size color image. While
Candace and Hoover were working, a naked little Amanda sat in Candace's lap.
"Will you let me eat your pussy, Candace," asked Amanda.
"Yes, as soon as I get back from next door," responded Candace.
In a matter of minutes, Candace was using the plastic key card to open the
door of Suite 1224. Candace walked quickly into the bedroom and pulled up a
chair beside the nude sleeping body of Congressman Harrington. The Congressman
had rolled over on his back and was snoring loudly.
Candace took a moment to take a final look at the pages in the folder then
reached over and pinched the Congressman's nostril's shut. He came awake with a
loud yell.
"What the fuck! You girls leave me alone. Daddy needs a nap."
"Wake up, Congressman," said Candace.
"What the hell you doing here?" Mike was awake enough to realize he was
talking to a fully clothed Candace Williams. He reached down to pull the cover
over his naked body. Candace put her hand on the cover and stopped him.
"Let's just stay as we are," said Candace.
"Get the fuck away from me. Where are Amanda and Cindy? What have you done
with them?"
"They're relaxing nearby. Now quiet down, I have something to discuss with
you."
"I don't want to talk to you. Get the hell out of my room," yelled Mike.
Candace reached over and slapped Mike across the face. His head snapped to the
side from the force of the blow and a trickle of blood appeared out of a
nostril.
"Be quiet or I'll be forced to tie you up and gag you," said Candace.
"You bitch, you hit me, and I'm bleeding," said Mike one hand holding his
bruised cheek.
"Either shut up or I'll go to work on these," said Candace taking Mike's balls
in one hand and twisting them.
"Ouch, that hurts. Let go, I'll be quiet. Just don't hit me anymore." The
Congressman feeling a steel grip surround his nuts immediately decided to
cooperate.
"Now that I have your attention, take a look at these," said Candace handing
Mike the manila folder of screen captures.
"Jesus, how did you get these?" said Mike trying to think if there was any way
humanly possible he could get out of this.
"That's not important. What is important is that I have digital video images
of you having sex with a nineteen-year-old intern that works in your office
along with her eleven year old cousin. Sex with anyone under fourteen is a
serious felony offence in Massachusetts carrying a mandatory sentence of fifteen
to life with no parole. Even fifteen years at your age is a life sentence."
"You entrapped me, this is a setup," said Mike starting to cry.
"Yes, I did. Now quit blubbering. It would take months for you to prove
entrapment if you could. By that time, your life would be in ruins. Pedophilia
seems to turn most people's stomach even if it was entrapment."
"What do you want?" asked Mike defeated.
"Tomorrow, you announce you are withdrawing from the race for health reasons.
We'll appear together, all hugs and smiles. I've reserved a room at the
Hawthorne Hotel in Salem. You'll strongly endorse me. I'll praise you for your
long service to the Commonwealth. I have a speech for you to read. After that,
you can leave for Boca Raton or wherever. You've got plenty of money, $19million
should keep you and Nora happy," said Candace.
"Shit, I didn't even know that. $19million you say. I guess that's enough to
last me," said Mike.
" I intended to beat you fair and square. Then I found out you planned to have
the Election Commission manufacture enough votes for a victory. Are we in
agreement?"
"What fucking choice do I have?"
"None, unless you want to become a pariah. I doubt even the Election
Commission would stand by you after these pictures were made public."
"I got to hand it to you. You really screwed me out of my seat," said Mike
deciding it was over and he might as well accept it. "I'm getting kind of tired
of Congress, anyway. It ain't the fun it used to be."
"Good, then we're agreed."
"Yes, I'll be there. When do I get the video back?"
"You want it to jerk off to or would you prefer it be destroyed?"
"I just need the originals," said Mike.
"After my election, you can have it. I'll see you tomorrow at 1:00PM at the
Hawthorne Hotel. I'll notify the press that there will be a major announcement."
"I'll be there," said Mike.
"Good, then I'll leave you to get dressed," said Candace as she got up to
leave.
"If I'd won, I as going to offer you a job on my staff."
"That would have been a smart thing to do. However, you didn't win. I suggest
you dress, go home and get some sleep. Your limo is still waiting downstairs."
Candace said over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.
"Dumb fuck doesn't realize there's no suck thing as 'originals' in digital
video, said Hoover as Candace re-entered Suite 1222. Hoover was back on the bed
with the three women. Amanda was on top of Hoover slowly lowering and raising
herself on Hoover's enormous dick. Cindy and Lois were busy eating each other's
pussy.
"Look at me Candace, This is fun, it's bigger than my daddy's'," said Amanda.
"Have you ever fucked Hoover, Candace?"
"Once but under different circumstances," said Candace.
"What do you want me to do with the video?" asked Hoover.
"Get rid of it after the election, it's not something we want to keep around
for ever. I feel like a hot sweaty group grope to celebrate," said Candace as
she removed her suit coat and started unbuttoning her blouse.
Chapter 19 - Reward for a Job Well Done
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"Oh, yes, that's it, squeeze it, squeeze it hard, get all that cum," said Dan
as he sensed that he was about to pump his semen into Candace's butt.
Dan was standing on the bed, crouched over Candace who was on all fours with
her face on the mattress and her rear pointed toward the ceiling. Dan was
fucking downward at almost a ninety-degree angle. The fingers of Candace's left
hand were a blur as she manipulated her engorged button. Both of her buttocks
were fiery red from the powerful openhanded slaps that Dan had been delivering
with alternating hands.
Feeling Dan's cock convulse in her asshole, Candace released her own orgasm.
Candace tightened her butt muscles around Dan's cock determined to get all
possible cum deposited deep in her rectum.
She collapsed forward onto her face with Dan clinging to her back as he pumped
everything he had into her rectum. Both of them were dripping sweat.
"Don't move, I want to feel it slowly go soft in my ass" whispered Candace. "I
love the feeling of your cum slowly seeping out my asshole. It makes me feel
like the ultimate whore."
Candace and Dan were in a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel. The suite
overlooked Boston's Public Gardens. Beacon Street was covered with tourists and
shoppers that fall Saturday afternoon. Candace and Dan had decided they needed
some time together after the election for serious sex. They also had some things
to celebrate, Dan's promotion to Controller and Candace's election victory.
Candace reserved an executive suite for the weekend. The Four Seasons
management had seen that the newly elected Congresswoman had their very best
accommodation. Each room contained a huge arrangement of fresh flowers.
Candace and Dan had been screwing off and on since lunch. There were sex toys
scattered over the bed. There was a large half empty plastic bottle of
Astro-Glide lying on a pillow beside Candace's head. Two used French tickers lay
on the floor beside the bed.
Latex surgical gloves stained with shit were lying on a bath towel beside the
bed. There was an open can of Crisco on the same towel. Dan had recently
discovered the intense pleasure of being fist fucked while Candace sucked his
cock. At the end, Candace had gone all the way to her forearm while her mouth
took his cock down her throat. Dan had been on his back with a large goose down
pillow propping up his ass.
The sensation of her latex covered hand deep in his colon while her throat
massaged his cock had resulted in an awesome climax for Dan. Candace had taken
her time and intensified the pleasure.
"Fist me," said Dan as soon as they returned from downstairs in the hotel's
Bristol Lounge.
"Does my baby want me to stir his shit?" said Candace as she wrapped her arms
around Dan and kissed him.
"Yes, I want you in all the way to your elbow. Tickle my guts with your
fingers," said Dan.
"I thought you might suggest that so I brought these," said Candace walking
over to a small carrying bag and extracting a can of Crisco and a box of latex
of surgical gloves. Dan stripped naked, climbed on top of the bed, managing to
place a very large and firm pillow under his butt.
"My, aren't we eager to have our shit stirred," commented Candace.
Candace started slowly working a small amount of Crisco into Dan's rectum
using first one then two fingers.
"Are you going to open up for me?" teased Candace as she applied a small
amount of pressure to Dan's anal ring.
"Oh yes, God, I've been looking forward to this all week. How many fingers,"
breathed Dan?
"Two, but you're so tight, inhale then exhale three times in a slow controlled
manner and I'll give you three fingers," said Candace.
"Oh yes, work my hole, stretch it out, I want it all," said Dan as he executed
rhythmic controlled breaths in an attempt to release the tension in his asshole.
"Now, there are three little Indians in your ass, can you feel the pressure,"
asked Candace as she rotated her fingers using the other hand to push more
Crisco into Dan's opening hole?
Candace took her fingers out, noting with satisfaction that Dan's anus didn't
completely close.
"Yes, yes, yes, this is so good, it reminds me of when Uncle Mike used to fist
fuck me," said Dan.
"And everybody watched?" said Candace.
"Yes, at the Mark Hopkins, all of his friends were there jerking their cocks,
wishing their hands were in my ass. One of the bellman came by to deliver food
and Uncle Mike insisted he stay and let me suck his cock while Uncle Mike fisted
me.
"Maybe later, we'll go find a bellman, perhaps more than one, and we'll both
suck them off. But right now, it's going to be just you and me," said Candace
leaning down to lick the underside of Dan's cock. Her tongue followed the ridge
of skin that began at his balls and ended under the tip of his dick.
"My God that was great," breathed Dan enjoying the sensations Candace's hand
and mouth were creating.
"Four fingers now, only the thumb to go, you want it all, don't you?"
"Yea, give me more, I want it to hurt," said Dan raising his legs to grasp his
ankles so he could pull his legs back toward his head and expose his rectum
further.
"My hand is going in right now," said Candace as she slipped her hand past
Dan's anal ring. She looked down to see that the ring formed a tight band around
her wrist. Candace twisted her hand left and then right.
"Oh fuck yes, your little Danny boy loves Momma's hand in his ass," said Dan.
"And Momma loves to work her boy's hole," said Candace as she removed her hand
recoated it in Crisco and once more slid it inside Dan's butt ring. Candace
repeated this several times. Each time Dan moaned appreciatively.
"Fist me, Momma, fist fuck your son," said Dan.
"Momma's making a fist right now," said Candace as she clinched her fingers
and thumb together to form a fist right inside Dan's rectum. Once again, Candace
rotated her closed fist as she took Dan's cock in her mouth.
"I'm ready, Momma, do me," said Dan.
Candace slowly forced her closed fist up Dan's colon. As she reached her
elbow, the fist encountered a large turd. Candace opened her fist and wrapped
her fingers around the turd.
"Momma's going to pull her boy's shit right out of his asshole," said Candace
as she carefully coaxed the turd down Dan's colon. Candace let the turd ago when
it reached Dan's anus.
"Now, Momma's going to eat some of her Danny boy's shit," said Candace as she
leaned down and placed her mouth around the partially open butt hole. "You push
your shit right out into Momma's mouth."
Dan felt Candace's lips surrounding his rectum. He focused his muscles to push
the turd out. He felt his turd being sucked into Candace's mouth as she greedily
chewed his shit up and swallowed it. When the turd had exited his butt, Candace
sensuously licked his anus clean.
"Now pee in your Momma's mouth so her belly will be full of your piss and
shit," said Candace taking his cock between her shit-stained lips. Dan found the
control needed to initiate a long slow urination of strong yellow pee that
Candace greedily gulped down.
"All Momma needs now is your cum and her belly will have the perfect
cocktail," said Candace as she began to suck Dan's cock. While she sucked his
cock, she re-inserted one hand inside his bowels and rhythmically fisted him
until he released a load of semen into Candace's mouth.
Afterwards, they had showered together to clean the shit off. While in the
shower, Dan had gotten hard again. Candace produced a French Tickler covered
with hard rubber spines. Dan fucked Candace up against the shower wall until he
dropped his second load. Candace had pulled the French Tickler off his cock and
squeezed the contents onto her tongue and swallowed them.
"Nothing wrong with cold cum," said Candace as she kissed Dan.
After that, Candace had to work to get him hard again. She was interested in
the long slow ass fuck they had just finished. Candace reveled in the feeling of
Dan's cum slowly tricking out of her asshole. It was almost 5:00PM when Dan
finished in her rear. They didn't have dinner reservations until 9:00PM.
Candace relaxed in the afterglow of a good fuck as she watched people walking
through the park below. Dan spoke first.
"That was incredible, you're the best, nothing like a Zed-316 butt fuck."
"Zed-316 girls are designed to have the type of dynamic, total pleasure
assholes that earthmen adore."
"And they never get shit on your dick even when you pack theirs down, why is
that?"
"Careful genetic engineering. Oh my, it always feels so good when your cock
goes soft and retracts from my asshole, then it pops out and I'm empty. Did you
enjoy that?"
"Enjoy would be an understatement, ass fucking you is a positively mind
blowing experience. When my cock's in there, the walls of your rectum are
massaging every inch. No one can do that but you."
"Are you pleased with the new Candace?"
"I'm ecstatic. Six months ago, if you had asked me what were the chances I
would have anal intercourse with the Congressman elect of Massachusetts' Twelfth
District, I would have replied 'not a chance in Hell'. Now I just had my cock in
her cum filled bum. Cum I put there by the way."
"Well the old Candace was far too uptight. She has a lot of bad years to make
up to you."
"You're doing an excellent job of that, you and all your helpers."
"Speaking of helpers, do you think Tracy will be okay?" Candace was referring
to Tracy Spellman, a college student who had moved in with them this past week.
Tracy was enrolled as a freshman at Tuft's in nearby Medford, Massachusetts.
"Yes, I do. She's cute as a button, a little blonde cheerleader type. You half
expected her to don a cheerleading outfit and lead the family in cheers.
"Have her do that if that's a fantasy of yours."
"Briana certainly took to her. She seems to have a way with our little girl.
She and Anna Estelle hit if off too. They were chattering away when I left.
Tracy mentioned that her parents owned a chain of newspapers."
"Ron and Irene Spellman are the majority stockholders in Gannett. Gannett is
the countries' largest with ninety-four newspapers and several radio and
television stations. There's none in Massachusetts but Gannett has a strong
presence in many of our larger states. The Spellman's asked us to watch out for
her while she goes to Tufts. Their media outlets are going to support my
political career. That's confidential by the way. That's why she's living with
us, rather than in a dorm or an apartment."
"I didn't realize that. Is she going to be like Maria Consuela and Anna
Estelle?"
"If by that you mean can you fuck her any time you want, the answer is yes.
She knows her duties. I hate to take Maria Consuela with me to Washington but I
need her computer skills. Who would have thought a nineteen-year-old girl from
Guatemala with no college education would turn into a first class software
engineer?"
"I understand. I'm fine with Tracy replacing Maria Consuela. As long as Tracy
knows how to bend over and grab her ankles when I need her to, everything will
be fine."
"She's on the gymnastic team at Tufts. She can bend in ways you can only
imagine. Plus she's like Anna Estelle. She needs the feel of a whip on her butt.
I know you like to make them scream. Now, you and Bernice have two slaves to
whip."
"How do you know that?"
"Bernice told me. She's the one who set this up with Tracy and her mother.
Tracy's the type who'll come to you with a whip in her teeth, tell you she made
a mistake and ask to be punished. So whip her hard occasionally and fuck her
whenever you want."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll do that. Have you found an apartment in DC?"
"All taken care of. It's being furnished this weekend. Its' four bedrooms so
there's plenty of room for you and Briana to visit any time you want"
"I know Congressman make $153,500 and there's lot of perks but it's still
going to be tight maintaining two households even with my promotion. You
shouldn't have spent all that money on me this morning."
"Money is not a concern nor will it ever be again. I have funds to take care
of all my DC expenses. I wanted the new Corporate Controller of Raytheon to be
properly dressed. I'm very proud of your promotion."
"I'm not sure even my boss buys his clothes at Louis. Those Brioni suit costs
$3,000 each and you made me buy three of them. With the raincoat, top coat,
shirts, ties, and shoes, what did it all come to?"
"Little over $16,000, you have an account there now. If you need anything
else, just charge it and the bill will go to my office in DC. I got you
something else by the way," said Candace getting up from the bed and walking
nude across the room. Dan felt his cock stirring as he watched his wife bend
over and remove a small box from her handbag.
"This is for being supportive during the campaign," said Candace handing the
box to Dan.
"It's a Rolex," shouted Dan as he opened the box.
"Do you like it?"
"It's incredible. I won't ask what it cost," said Dan as he placed the watch
on his wrist.
Later, Candace lay awake listening to Dan's breathing. They were supposed to
be taking a nap before getting dressed for dinner but sleep wouldn't come. She
thought about the last few days. It was a week after the November election. Her
name had been the only one on the ballot for the Twelfth District. Mike
Harrington was retired and living in Florida. Candace was the wunderkind of
Massachusetts's politics. Her come from nowhere surprising victory and good
looks had attracted even a small amount of national attention.
Yesterday, Friday, she had been leaving a luncheon at the Marriott Peabody. It
was one she had organized to thank all the people who had worked in her
campaign. Candace was saying goodbye to some of the last to leave when a black
stretch Mercedes with heavily tinted windows appeared at the curb in front of
her. Candace heard her name called as the rear window rolled down.
"Candace, can I have a moment with you?"
Candace looked in the car window at the face of Father Gregory; rather it was
the man who presented himself as Father Gregory at the retreat. Candace saw the
clerical apparel was gone. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a faint stripe.
An elegant hand with manicured nails was extended toward her.
The chauffeur opened the door for Candace and she stepped into the car.
"Water?" asked Father Gregory holding out a bottle of Poland Springs toward
Candace. Candace took the bottle, opened it and took a swallow.
"Thank you. I thought I'd see you before now. It's been six months," said
Candace.
"My Lord said I was to leave everything to you and not interfere. He wanted to
see how well you could do on your own using the help he had already provided. It
was a test."
"And how well did I do?"
"My Lord is very pleased. He believes you to be the one. He told me that he
had been so encouraged since January 1933."
"When Hitler became Chancellor of Germany?"
"Correct, January 30th to be exact at 10:00AM when Hitler was sworn in as
Chancellor. You would have loved being in Berlin in those days. Von Papen handed
Hitler the government of the best-educated and most powerful nation on earth and
he didn't give it back for twelve wonderful years. Excitement was in the air.
I'd spent the previous evening dining with Von Papen, Goering, Hugenberg, and
Krupp. The Fuhrer had persuaded both Hugenberg and Krupp to fire all their
Jewish employees. It was just a whiff of wonderful things to come."
"After dinner, Goering and I retired to his hunting lodge at Karinhall where
two racially-perfect Aryan boys were waiting. Hermann loved to dress as a woman
and then suck cock and be buggered. That night he played the part of a French
prostitute. He made us call him Emmanuelle and insisted on doing this awful
striptease down to a slip and bra. He was quite skilled as a cross dresser. He
sang a love song in a falsetto as he danced. Some French whore had taught him
the words during the first world war."
"These two beautiful boys and I took turns plowing the asshole of Germany's
greatest living air ace. Of course, he had started to gain considerable weight
by that time and wouldn't have any longer fit in the cockpit of his Fokker
tri-plane. I can always remember those two boys pumping away in the future Reich
Marshall. Lipstick and make-up smeared all over his face. His slip hiked up to
reveal this extraordinarily white ass. A fond memory, Candace, my Lord is
counting on you to exceed Herr Hitler and provide your own share of memories."
"I serve my Lord and will do as he bids to the best I am able."
"Good, let me briefly describe what is expected. You will serve four years in
the House of Representatives. While in Washington, you will become a protege of
Senator Kennedy and a close friend of his wife and family. The Honorable Senator
Edward M. Kennedy will retire in four years and you will run for his seat with
his backing. Four years after being elected Senator, you will run for an even
higher office. My Lord has arranged for several of the nation's richest and most
powerful men and women to promote your elections just as Hugenberg and Krupp
helped Hitler. Money will be made available in whatever amounts are required."
"My Lord is too generous."
"He has something else for you. It's a personal gift. Something he knows you
will love. I'm going to get out at the next corner. The driver will take you to
the Veterans Hospital in Bedford. Doctor Indira Fogarty will meet you. She is
expecting you."
"May I ask what it is?"
"My Lord wants it to be surprise."
Candace sipped water and relaxed on the drive to Bedford. Doctor Fogarty was
waiting under the portico for Candace.
"Ms. Williams, welcome to the Edith Nourse Rogers Memorial Veterans Hospital,
Congratulations on your victory in the election," said the tall thin Indian
woman who held out her hand as soon as the chauffer opened the car door.
"Thank you, Call me Candace, please."
"I will. And call me Indira. I know you are very busy. Let's go to my office
and I'll bring you up to date on Sgt. Lasker and Lt. Claiborne."
Moments later, Candace was seated in Dr. Fogarty's office. A thick folder of
documents rested in her lap. The outside of the folder identified the contents
as concerning Tech. Sgt. Thomas Wendell Lasker. There was another folder on the
desk labeled Lt. Oliver Claiborne.
"You can read the complete folders at your convenience. I can summarize if you
like," said Dr. Fogarty.
"Please do."
"Sgt. Lasker, he's called Wendell by the way, was a member of an M-1 Abrams
tank crew. During Dessert Storm, his armored brigade was assigned to break
through Iraqi lines to seek and destroy an Iraqi armored unit. The brigade was
highly successful and destroyed some 32 Iraqi T-72 tanks without suffering any
losses, quite an accomplishment. Unfortunately, the unit chased the Iraqis some
distance from the main battle and in the confusion an A10 Warthog mistook the
brigade for an Iraqi unit thought to be in that area. Before the correct
identifications could be made, the A10 fired a Maverick anti-tank missile that
penetrated Sgt. Lasker's tank killing everyone except the Sergeant, victims of
'friendly fire.' "
"How he survived is a miracle. His wounds and burns would normally have been
fatal many times over. The Graves and Registration people discovered the
Sergeant lying under the body of the tank commander. Everyone had assumed that
no one could survive a direct hit. He was burned over ninety five percent of his
body and was given up for dead. They pumped him full of morphine. Based on the
dosage, I think the medic was just trying to give him an easy death."
"But he survived."
"Yes, although a good part of his body of his body was burned away and he
suffered major shrapnel wounds. Fortunately, the parts you will be interested in
were not disabled. His penis and gonads were burned and heavily scared but
remains fully functional."
"Sounds delicious, and his personal background."
"The Sergeant was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana twenty nine years ago. He
graduated high school and married his high school sweetheart, a Betty Mae
Seevers. He joined the army immediately after graduation and trained as a tank
driver at Fort Knox. Before he left for the war, he managed to get Betty Mae
pregnant. They had a boy, Kyle, while the Sergeant was overseas. The Sergeant
has never met Kyle. This hospital specializes in treating burns so the Sergeant
was sent here. Records show that his wife visited him twice after he was flown
back to the US. Betty Mae filed for divorce after her second visit. She has
remarried and lives in Baton Rouge. She has a girl and a boy by the second
husband."
"Other relatives?"
"None, the Sergeant's mother and father were killed in a car accident when he
was fourteen. An aunt who died five years ago took care of him after that. She
came here once ten years ago but never returned. To most people, he is an
appallingly gruesome sight. Even some members of the staff avoid him. He is
enormously strong, works out in the gym almost every day. He can be violent when
he becomes frustrated. He hasn't really hurt anyone, at least not badly. He has
one close friend, his roommate, Lieutenant Oliver Claiborne, a Marine, who lost
both arms and legs to an Iraqi mine. Lt. Claiborne is also without family,
that's fortuitous. It's kind of sweet to see them together. The Lieutenant can
speak and has a normal face but is dependent on the Sergeant for anything that
requires movement. The Sergeant will turn pages as the Lieutenant reads aloud to
him. He carries the Lieutenant to the restroom, bathes him and even wipes his
bottom. They share a room in the dormitory wing of the hospital."
"I'd like to meet the Sergeant and the Lieutenant."
Candace followed Dr. Fogarty into an elevator to an upper floor and then down
a long hallway. The doctor used her pass card to open several doors. Finally
they halted at a guard station. The orderly pressed a button and Candace and the
Doctor entered a secure area.
"How's Sgt. Lasker today? Jamal," Doctor Fogarty asked the orderly.
"He's fine. He and the Lieutenant been playing chess since lunch," replied the
tall Afro-American orderly.
Candace followed the doctor down the corridor. They came to a door and Dr.
Fogarty looked in the small glass window. "Here, take a look," she said as she
stood aside for Candace to look through the glass.
Candace looked for a moment then turned to Dr. Fogarty and said, "He's
magnificent, absolutely beautiful. My Lord rewards me beyond what I deserve.
When was the last time he had sex?"
"Outside of masturbation only one time that we know of. Four years ago, one of
the nurse's on the ward had intercourse with him. She was new and assigned to
the midnight to eight shift. I'm not sure whether she was acting out of pity,
curiosity, or lust. Penny Tate was a chubby little woman, obviously not too
bright. She brought along a tube of lubricant and she did manage to get it
inside her vagina. I gather Wendell realized what she was doing and reacted as
any man would. He sunk it home and basically fucked her brains out. She said she
felt like a rag doll ridding up and down his pole. He ruptured the lining of her
uterus and she started to hemorrhage. She did manage to get to the nurse's
station and call for help. At first, she claimed he had been raped but the
lubricant tube was found by the bed. She admitted the truth and we terminated
her. Later she tried to sue."
"How large is it?"
"Jamal says sixteen inches long and five to seven inches in circumference. He
says it hooks upward and to the left when it's hard. Parts of one side and the
head are heavily scarred and discolored."
"One fuck in ten years, that's not a lot," said Candace.
"Jamal says he and Lt. Claiborne occasionally perform oral sex on one another.
Due to Sgt. Lasker's size, all the Lieutenant can do is lick the tip."
"That makes him all the more interesting. I'm ready to be introduced. I'm wet
already just thinking about it."
"Would you prefer I have Jamal take Lt. Claiborne outside for some fresh air?"
"No, he can stay and watch, you can stay too if you like."
"I'd like that very much. I'm not into cock but I'd love to watch your pussy
being fucked."
Candace and Indira walked into the room. There was a chessboard spread out on
Lt. Claiborne's bed.
"Knight to Bishop 3," said Lt. Claiborne as they walked into the room.
St. Lasker glanced at the two women then returned his eyes to the chessboard
moving the chess piece as instructed.
"Wendell, there's someone here who wants to meet you," said Indira.
"Hello Wendell, I'm Candace Williams." Candace felt the heat of lust as she
stared at the scared back. There were ridges of scar tissue running from the top
of the shoulders disappearing into the waistband of the loose fitting green-blue
hospital pants. Wendell's upper torso was bare. There were swirls of hardened
skins on the upper deltoids and the left trapeziums had a deep crease. Wendell
was completely bald. Candace saw there were no ears only holes in the side of
his head.
"Turn around Wendell. Don't be shy. Ms. Williams has just been elected to
Congress and she came here today just to meet you," said Indira.
"Go ahead, Wendell, be nice to the lady, maybe she came to look at your cock,"
piped up Lt. Claiborne.
"As a matter of fact that is the reason, except I plan to do more than look at
it," replied Candace.
"You're shitting me," said Lt. Claiborne.
"I'm deadly serious. You must be Oliver?"
"Wendell, stand up, turn around and say hello to Ms. Williams. If the nice
lady came this far to see your dick, let's make her trip worthwhile. By the way,
Wendell's a human being not a freak."
Wendell made a grunting sound as she stood up. Candace saw that he was tall,
maybe six foot three or four. There were no eyebrows or even eyelids. One eye
seemed normal where the other was milky white and appeared useless. There wasn't
a nose, just a round hole partially covered by a flap of skin created by a
surgeon's knife. The mouth was also a small perfectly round hole with no lips.
It was slightly off center. One side of Wendell's chest was covered with shinny
dark scar tissue. There was no nipple on that side. The other side was less
scared and there was a nipple but it seemed to be in the wrong place. It was
hard as Candace looked at Sgt. Lasker to find an inch of skin that was not
scarred or at the least discolored.
"He's a combination of Mel Gibson, Tom Cruise and Ben Affleck with a little
bit of Boris Karlov thrown in," said Lt. Claiborne.
"He's beautiful," replied Candace reaching up to touch Wendell's chest.
Wendell reacted by lashing out with his hand in an opened palmed slap toward
Candace's face. Candace's hand moved with inhuman quickness to catch Wendell's
arm by the wrist. He looked stunned that the much smaller woman had so quickly
and easily stopped him.
Candace held Wendell's wrist as she examined his hand except it wasn't really
a hand. It resembled a lobster claw.
"What the fuck? How the hell did she do that?" asked Lt. Claiborne.
Candace pressed the claw against her blouse. She imagined how it would feel to
have her nipple in Wendell's surgically created hand.
"His fingers and thumb were burned off. The surgeons deepened the cleft in his
palm to make him a finger and opposable thumb so he had some capability to
handle things. He uses it quite well. The other hand is in better shape," said
Indira.
Candace held the deformed hand to her mouth and kissed it. It was hard to
control her lust. She felt moisture slipping down the inside of her thighs. She
released that hand and picked up the other. There was a short thumb and two
fingers. The top joint was missing. The other two fingers had been burned off.
Candace kissed that hand too then released it. This time Wendell stood
motionless as Candace traced her fingers across the scarred chest tissue.
"You are absolutely magnificent. Let me see your cock," said Candace fighting
hard not to throw Wendell back on the bed and rip his pants off.
"Drop your drawers, Wendell. Then the ladies can see what they came to see and
we can get back to our game."
"Queen to King's Rook -6 and mate in two. Game's over, Allow me" said Candace
as she reached forward and pulled the drawstring that held up Wendell's pants.
They dropped to the floor. Candace looked at the largest cock she had ever seen.
It was already starting to get hard. Candace reached down and took it in her
hand and hefted it. It had patches of burn scars along one side and there was
another scar partially covering the cock head. Candace was having trouble not
dropping to her knees and taking it in her mouth.
"Lady, Ms. Williams, what's going on?" asked Lt. Claiborne sounding alarmed.
Before Candace could reply, Sgt. Lasker emitted a string of high-pitched
sounds. Candace thought they were words but she couldn't understand what was
said. She knew from Sgt. Lasker's file that shrapnel had entered through his
cheek and sheared off most of his tongue. Intense heat had damaged his vocal
cords. Candace moved her hand up and down the hardening cock. Sgt. Lasker became
increasing agitated and spoke another string of unintelligible words.
"He says he doesn't want to hurt you. He thinks you're pretty. He doesn't
understand," said Lt. Claiborne.
"I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Don't worry. You won't
hurt me. I'm going to get undressed and we're going to have sex," said Candace
as she slipped her suit jacket off and began to unbutton her blouse. Indira
Fogarty stood up, pulled her dress over her head, and pulled down her pantyhose
and panties. Then she sat down in an armchair and dropped her legs over the
chair arms and started to masturbate. Indira wasn't one of those women who
shaved her cunt. She was of Hindu extraction and had a full growth of black hair
forming a wide black swath of hair that reached from one pelvic bone to another.
Indira parted the hair, and then pulled the labia apart to expose an engorged
clitoris. She spit on her fingers and began to rub a small circle around her
clit.
"Pardon me for rushing but I just can't resist. Oh shit this feels good. I've
been horny as hell just thinking about this," said Indira as her fingers went to
work.
"Just lay on your back, Wendell, and let me do all the work," said Candace as
she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Sgt Lasker stood perfectly still
as Candace unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor then kicked off her
pumps. Pantyhose and panties quickly followed. In a second, Candace was
completely naked.
"Ms. Williams, you should know that cock of his is a weapon. He really injured
a nurse who screwed him a few years back," said Lt. Claiborne.
"He won't hurt me. Just relax Lieutenant. I'll fuck you too before I leave."
"Jesus Christ, are you people nuts? All right, slip that into your snatch,
it's your funeral."
"I'll get on top, just lie back and let me do all the work," said Candace as
she put her hand on Sgt. Lasker's chest and pushed him gently back onto the bed.
Candace positioned Wendell in the center of the bed then spread his legs and got
between them. She licked her finger and lightly touched the tip of his cock. It
twitched when Candace's wet digit swirled around the piss hole.
"What a fucking time to be without any hands," said Lt. Claiborne who was
trying to figure a way to at least get out of his pajamas and rub his cock
against the bed.
"Relax, Oliver, I take care of you as soon as Wendell and I enjoy a couple of
fucks. Maybe we'll do a three way."
"If you put Wendell's dick in your twat, the good Doctor here's going to have
to sew it up for you."
Candace leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the cock head. Wendell
made a series of hissing sounds then emitted several high-pitched squeals.
"What did he say?" Candace asked Oliver.
"He said he's going to cum on your face."
"Cum in my mouth, Wendell. I'm going to swallow every drop of your load. Then
I'm going to get you hard again and we are going to fuck."
Candace extended her jaw and took the cock head into her mouth continuing to
work the piss hole with the tip of her tongue. Each of Candace's hand was slowly
massaging a giant gonad. They felt the size of grapefruits in her hands. As
Wendell got more excited, she felt his balls being drawn up into the base of his
cock. When Wendell's cock reached the opening of Candace's throat, a hardened
area of scar tissue pressed against the lining of her esophagus. Candace's whole
body shook with an orgasm as her mouth and throat felt the hard surface and many
ridges of scars along the length of the cock.
Candace could feel the rush of moisture as her glands oozed waves of secreted
fluids. Candace's throat opened and the cock began to slide into her throat.
Oliver saw the sides of Candace's neck expand as the cock passed down her
throat.
"What is she, some kind of sword swallower?" asked a disbelieving Oliver. His
own cock was hard as a rock. He looked over at Indira who had a trance like look
on her face as she used one hand to hold her labia apart and the other to stroke
her clit. Ever so often, Indira stopped stroking and would slap her clit hard a
couple of times as she yelled, "Bad pussy, bad pussy."
Candace slowly extracted Wendell's cock from her throat. It was fully erect.
Scar tissues glistened with her saliva. Candace had to have that mutilated penis
inside her. She licked along one of the ridges of skin that felt hard to her
tongue. Candace moved forward and rose up on her feet holding Wendell's cock in
one hand using it to part her labia. It was positioned at the entrance to her
vagina.
"I'll suck you off later. I have to have it in me now," said Candace as she
forced the giant dick head into her opening. She worked it back and forth until
the dick head was inside her.
"I want to take it all in one stroke. Grab my tits and squeeze them hard,"
said Candace to Wendell who was making whistling noise as he kept trying to push
further into Candace's pussy. Wendell took one nipple in his lobster claw hand
and pressed down hard. He used the other crippled hand to fasten a firm grip on
Candace's nipple and twist it. Candace looked down on the claw like hands
holding her nipples in their vise grips and slammed her body down. She felt the
entire length of Wendell's cock as it traveled up and into her vagina and
beyond.
Candace felt the erotic pain as Wendell's cock head intruded into her female
parts shoving organs aside until it reached its fullest penetration. Candace
leaved forward took Wendell's head in her hands and tongue kissed the round
mouth hole. She felt the stump of his partially sheared off tongue and
intertwined her tongue with it. Wendell rolled over to place Candace on the
bottom and began to plunge in and out of Candace.
"That's right, fuck my pussy, go deep," begged Candace.
Wendell leaned back as he attempted to pick Candace up by her nipples.
"That's right, hurt my tits, maul them, rip them off," yelled Candace.
Candace wrapped her legs around the scarred torso, desperate to get all
sixteen inches inside her. She could feel it progress millimeter by millimeter
through her vagina. Candace sensed that Wendell was holding back trying not to
hurt her. Candace pulled his face to hers and kissed him, twirling her tongue
through his mouth. She used her legs to pull him deeper. Her feet were clamped
against his buttocks. Her leg muscles strained to force him further inside her.
"Fuck me as hard as you can. Show me absolutely no mercy. Ram it in as deep as
it will go," whispered Candace.
Wendell made several of his whistling sounds then started to thrust into
Candace. He withdrew all sixteen inches until just the head was poised at her
opening then plunged downward with all his force. Candace aided Wendell by using
her feet and legs to pull him into her as she raised her butt of the bed to meet
his downward plunge.
"I've never seen anything like that," was all Oliver could manage.
Wendell and Candace fucked with incredible force until at last Wendell
climaxed and fell across Candace's body. They both lay there breathing heavily.
Candace felt something happening inside her body as Wendell's sperm raced into
her womb and then spread throughout her body. It was the same sensation she had
felt lying on a marble floor of the Cathedral of St. Therese six months ago.
"I need to be taken care of over here. Can somebody get me off," said Oliver.
"What would you like?" asked Candace looking over at the Lieutenant. Wendell
was lying on top of her breathing heavily.
"Anything, jack me off, suck me off, fuck me, I don't care. I got to have some
relief."
Candace extricated herself from under Wendell and moved over to the other bed.
She pulled the covers down to reveal Oliver's hard eight-inch prick. Candace
leaned down and took it in her mouth. She was sucking Oliver's cock when she
felt the bed move as Wendell climbed onto the bed. Candace felt his maimed hands
grabbed her hips. She realized that he intended to take her dog style as she
sucked Oliver's cock.
"Thank you Master," whispered Candace as she felt Wendell's cock start to
enter her pussy. His second fuck was prolonged. Candace sucked off Oliver twice
as Wendell pounded away at her rear. After a while, she heard Wendell spitting
and then felt the wet claw fingers probe her asshole.
"Stick your hand in my ass," Candace said looking over her shoulder at
Wendell. Candace heard Wendell spit again and felt warm sputum on her asshole.
Then she felt the lobster claw work its way past her anal ring. The eroticism of
the moment as the reconstructed hand forced its way into her asshole caused
Candace to climax.
Wendell was using his better hand to squeeze Candace's breast. Candace glanced
over to see that Indira had moved her chair to where it was right beside the
bed. Indira's body was long and lean to the point of privation. Her breasts were
practically non-existent. Ribs were clearly visible. Her body fat percentage
must be in the low single digits thought Candace. Indira had one hand massaging
her clit and the other reached behind her to play with her hairy anus. In an age
where people, especially women, spent thousands of dollars to have body hair
removed, Indira Fogarty was an anomaly.
Long curly hairs surrounded her nipples. There were thick tuffs of black hair
in her underarms. A thick mat of pubic hair completely covered the area bordered
by her navel and the pelvic bones clearly visible on her skinny frame. Indira
had a full head of hair that reached down onto her temples. A wide thick unibrow
formed the lower border of her forehead. There was even the faint tracing of a
mustache across her upper lip. Candace had never seen such a hirsute female. She
found the thought of using her tongue to part Indira's pubic hair to suck her
long stemmed clitoris highly erotic.
Finally, Wendell's body convulsed and Candace felt a second load of fiery hot
sperm course through her body. Oliver dumped his second load into her mouth and
she swallowed it greedily.
As soon as Wendell recovered, he reached out with his claw hand and placed it
gently on Candace's cheek. Then he spoke several dozen unintelligible words.
Candace looked to Oliver to interpret.
"What did he say?"
"He said you were a good fuck. You reminded him of his ex wife, Bettie Mae.
She could fuck like you."
"Who's a better fuck, me or Bettie Mae?" Candace addressed the question to
Wendell. Wendell looked thoughtful for a moment then whistled out a few words.
"He said you're both very good."
"Wendell should go into politics," said Candace laughingly. She leaned over
and kissed Wendell on his non-existent lips.
"Indira, climb up on bed and we'll let Wendell and Oliver watch us munch each
other's rug. I'm fascinated with your pubic hair," said Candace gesturing for
Indira to join them.
The session ended two hours later with Candace sitting up in bed between
Oliver and Wendell with Indira between her legs noisily eating her cum filled
pussy. Candace and Indira had just done a sixty-nine to please Oliver and
Wendell. Candace had buried her face in Indira's asshole feeling the ring of
long curly hairs tickle her face as her tongue worked its way inside Indira's
shit hole. Then Candace had fucked both Oliver and Wendell one more time before
she had to dress and leave.
Indira Fogarty was being promoted to Director over the largest VA Hospital in
the country. It was located in Northern Virginia, near Candace's Washington
apartment. Indira assured Candace that Wendell and Oliver would be immediately
transferred to the new hospital and housed in a suite normally reserved for
general officers. Everything would be ready by the time she relocated to DC.
Candace felt her powers growing each time Wendell released semen inside her
body. Satan was using Sgt. Lasker's cock to transfer the strength, energy, and
intellect that Candace would need for the next challenge.
Chapter 20 - Camelot Revisited
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"Oh my God that's good, you suck better than a South Boston street whore,
swallow that cock, you greedy dick sucking slut. The world should know that
Senator-Elect Candace Williams sucks dick and fucks like a black Irish
strumpet," whispered Ted Kennedy through clinched teeth. "Get ready, bitch, soon
I'm going to let you swallow a load of my Hyannis special."
Ted was into degrading women, especially when they had his cock in their
mouth. Ted could only guess how many female lips had been wrapped around his
dick. It must be in the thousands thought Ted. But this bitch is one of the
best, no the very best, but then, what else could you expect from Satan's
personal whore.
Shit I was Satan's chosen until I fucked up. Took my eyes off the ball, too
much booze and easy pussy. Father Gregory believes Candace will be the one. I
guess you have to accept the word of the angel that's Lucifer's press secretary.
Candace didn't mind Ted's nasty language. She considered it a turn on and she
kept the fingers of one hand massaging her engorged clit to prove it. In fact,
she was grateful to Ted and all the Kennedy's. Ted had worked eighteen hours a
day to get her elected to his Senate seat. He had put the entire weight and
prestige of the Kennedy family behind her candidacy. If he wanted to call her
dirty names when while she sucked his cock that was fine with her.
Candace's Senate race had started out a long shot. She was a woman in state
that had never elected a female to a high office. There were much better known
male Democratic politicians in the primary, some of who had been waiting for Ted
to retire for the last decade But Candace handily won the primary with an
overwhelming majority of female voters. The Republicans sensing an opportunity
had attempted a credible challenge with a dot.com millionaire who was able to
finance an extensive media campaign. Candace had crushed him in the election.
Beat all the good old Irish polls and the new kid handily was how the local and
national media headlined it. "The best fuck won," was Ted's final
pronouncement on her victory.
"I plan to swallow every drop, Senator, tell me again what you did to Senator
Feinstein, It's such a marvelous story, " said Candace looking up at Ted and
licking her tongue across the tip of his dick. Candace wanted to prolong Ted's
blowjob and distracting him seemed as good a way as any. Candace knew how Ted
had an Irishman's love of telling stories from the good old days.
"Fucked the California bitch silly in the back of a limo then turned her over
to some L Street niggers to screw. I hope they gave her a dose of the clap.
Diane got so drunk at a DNC fundraiser that she passed out at her table.
Everybody had pretty much left when I found her face down at a table all alone
and dead to the world. Someone, probably a waiter or waiters, you know how the
wait staff are at the Wilbur Hotel, had already taken advantage of the drunken
bitch. Her skirt was up around her waist and her drawers had disappeared,
probably a souvenir hanging on some Spic's lampshade. There was a nice big
trickle of spunk leaking out the old twat and man mousse streaks in her hair.
She looked a fucking mess."
"Vickie and I decided to take her home in our car; but on the way we rethought
that decision and opted to teach the cunt a lesson. We stripped her naked in the
back of limo. Threw her $2000 St. Johns knit suit out the window. Elliot, our
driver, pulled into an alley and he and I took turns fucking her in the ass
while the drunk cunt puked her guts out. The remains of her $500 a plate dinner
went right down a K Street storm drain. Elliot's cock is let's say exceptional
and when he was done, you could stick both hands in her butt and clap. That gave
me the idea to have a little fun. I took a couple of lemons and limes from the
limo bar and shoved them right up the Senator's butt. Why not? She deserved it.
Any woman that can't hold her liquor deserves a good ass fucking and anything
else bad that happens to her. Vickie squatted over her face and washed the puke
out of her mouth out with a healthy stream of beer piss. Hard to fathom that one
of the richest women in America is a beer drinker. Beer, that's a whore's drink.
Sometimes I think Vickie likes beer because of the piss. You can piss like a
horse, can't you sweetheart?"
"Sorry, dear, what was that?" said Vickie Kennedy who was on the big bed
beside her husband. Candace's husband, Dan, had Vickie bent double and was
slamming his cock into her. Vickie's mind was concentrated on the feelings in
her cunt when her husband spoke.
"I was just saying you're a beer drinker and can piss like a horse."
"I like beer. Beer keeps your urinary tract flowing. Wine and cocktails are
for girls who never squatted over a rock and pissed. My daddy was a beer
drinker."
"My wife loves to piss in public. Vickie and her Daddy had a special
relationship, didn't you sweetheart?"
"Daddy was special. He made me a woman when I was twelve. But that's got
nothing to do with why I like beer. I prefer it to wine and hard liquor. But
what I really love is the way that Dan's cock is fucking my twat. Give it to me
Danny boy."
"So what happened with Senator Feinstein?" asked Candace.
"We drove her over to Reverend Ellsworth's AME Zion Church on L Street and
pushed her out naked on the sidewalk. Pushed her right out into the arms of a
dozen spades, sorry, I mean Afro-Americans. I gave them a $100 bill to gangbang
her. I told them she loved anal. Somehow the bitch got home the next day and the
story never made the press. I guess it's that kind of resourcefulness that makes
her a successful senator. Oh Jesus, Candace, that feels so fucking good."
Candace had wrapped her tongue all the way around the head and gave it a swirl
like an anaconda getting ready to crush its prey. It was something Ted had only
seen a few times in the seventy years of his life.
For the last ten minutes, his cock had been in oral heaven, getting the best
blowjob of his life. At his age, it normally took time and effort to get off but
the Senator-elect sucking his root was talented beyond anything he had ever
experienced. Now, his cock was actually in her throat being massaged along its
entire length while her tongue made long passionate licks to the underside of
his hard dick teasing the ridge of skin. It was the ultimate as far as Ted was
concerned and he was a man whose cock had been inside the best on the planet.
"Munch my butt," breathed Senator Ted as he raised his short fat pale legs
indicating that he wanted his asshole worked on some more. Candace understood
the signal, used her hands to support Ted's upraised legs, and applied her lips
to his brown hole. Her lips pushed open his anus allowing her to probe her
tongue deep inside. Ted felt the ecstasy of the warm, wet and boneless muscle
inside his rectum. Ted knew that Candace wasn't the kind who'd be put off if she
found a little turd in there. She'd eat it like it was a spoonful of Ben &
Jerry's Dark Chocolate Truffle. Ted appreciated the kind of anything goes, no
holding back slut that Candace Williams represented.
In many ways, she's the female version of myself mused Ted. But God is she
smart and how she loves to fuck. Her husband's quite a cocksman too. Vickie's
got that shit eating grin on her face that only comes around when her cunt's
being hammered by a very large and hard love stick.
Candace is going to be President one day. God help the good old USA.
Lucifer's own whore will be our Chief Executive. She may outlaw virginity past
the age of seven. The Christian Right's going to shit little yellow crosses when
they figure all this out.
Senator Ted relaxed, hoping to prolong his pleasure. The Viagra would keep him
hard for a couple of hours. He decided to let his mind wander back over five
almost six decades of putting his meat inside women's orifices. He tried to
recall women he'd fucked who were in Candace William's class. He remembered back
to his younger days when he was married to his first wife, Joan. Ted loved to
engage in this kind of reverie when his prick was being worked on.
I'll just lay back and let my mind wander through the best whores Jack, Robert
and I fucked decided Ted. Shouldn't forget Joe. He was there too at the
beginning.
Joan Bennett Kennedy, now there was a drunken slut who would fuck anybody,
anywhere, anytime, and that cunt was one needy grasping hole. The problem was
that she was generally too blasted to know or remember whose cock was in her.
Ted recalled that at times it got embarrassing. Like the time, I found her in
the parking lot at the Barnstable Country Club being fucked by those black kids
who parked cars. Half the members saw her sucking black cock and then getting
screwed on the hood of my Oldsmobile 98. Not that I gave a shit who fucked the
drunken cunt. Still, a senator's wife should practice a little discretion and
not let the world know she had an itch in her pussy for black dick.
But God she was a looker when I first met her recalled Ted. That was before
the pills and booze turned her into a sad old drunk that no one wants to screw.
I hear you can still pick her up at a bar in Boca Raton for a price of a glass
of chardonnay.
Ted recalled the first time he met Joan. He was at a party celebrating his
brother Jack's election to the Senate. Jack had pointed out a stunning blonde to
his younger brother. Ted's cock got hard the moment he looked over at the honey
blonde with the nice big tits and the long legs. She was sitting there drinking
a Scotch rocks, looking a little blown away. Her legs were parted and you could
see all the way to her panty-clad snatch.
"If you want an easy fuck, go talk to her. I fucked her on my desk this
afternoon. Her name's Joan something. She's got round heels," said Jack.
Ted recalled the "round heels" was Jack's way of saying that all you had to do
was lightly nudge a girl's front and she would roll backwards on her round
heels, spreading her legs as she reached the floor. Women had a tendency to do
that for Jack. Most of them didn't even require that frontal nudge either.
And that was certainly true of Joan. That night after the party, Ted had taken
Joan to his Beacon Hill apartment and fucked her till she passed out. After Joan
slid into oblivion, Ted had gotten out a tube of K-Y, smeared her ass with it
and enjoyed a long slow butt fuck. The only sound was of Joan occasionally
whimpering that it hurt. When Ted finished, his cock was covered in blood, cum,
and shit. He carefully wiped his cock clean with her golden blonde hair. Just
for effect, he smeared a little shit on her lips so she would wake up with the
fresh taste of her own turds in her mouth. Then Ted went into the other bedroom
and went to sleep.
All the Kennedy men, including Dad, screwed Joan before I decided her pussy
was so good I wanted it permanently close at hand so he married her. Man was I a
dumb shit in those days. Joan was a lousy wife but a great fuck.
Hell, the three of us did her together the night before our wedding. It was
after the rehearsal dinner. Joan and two of her bridesmaids agreed to meet Jack,
Bobby and me at my Beacon Hill apartment. What were the two bridesmaids names?
I think it was Gloria and Celia; no it was Gloria and Clare. Clare was the one
that liked to be fucked in the ass. She'd get down on all fours with her face in
the rug, her butt in the air, then reach back and grab her butt cheeks and pull
them apart. She had a cute little hairy butthole and she could make it flex in
and out. She carried her own tube of K-Y jelly to lube herself up. I remember
the time Robert got so drunk he pissed in her ass. Old Clare later claimed she
got an irritated bowel from Robert's piss.
Gloria and Clare, doesn't sound quite right, Gloria was the red head with a
thick bush of curly red pussy hair that started at her navel and grew downward
like a forest. It was shaped like a giant wedge of pie. Eating a big piece of
hair pie was all the rage that year. Girls didn't shave their snatch in those
days; just let that pussy fuzz grow. Jack liked to pull out when he climaxed and
shoot all over their hair pie then rub it in. He joked that he was fertilizing
it and that a girl's fuzz would grow an extra inch in three days after taking on
a load of JFK Fertilizer. God my brother had a quick Irish wit. I've missed
that.
Funny, how styles in cunts have changed over the years. Gloria was Joan's
cousin. No, that was Clare. Gloria was her college roommate. Man, those girls
loved to fuck. They never met a cock they didn't like.
Bobby went nuts over Gloria's bright auburn rug. Ethel was knocked up for the
millionth time and Bobby hadn't been getting any of her.
Jesus, how Bobby loved to eat pussy, he could spend hours with his head
between a woman's thighs, sucking clit, tongue fucking a sloppy wet vagina, and
eating asshole. Bobby was into cream pies. After a girl's snatch had been well
fucked and was leaking cum, Bobby put it at the top of the menu. Gloria's cunt
hair was something worth remembering. For weeks afterwards, Bobby swore he kept
finding red hairs wedged in his teeth.
At some point in the evening, we decided to give it to Joan in all three holes
since she was going to be a bride the next day. She'd finished three bottles of
champagne all by herself. Cunt was drunk out of her mind. The stupid bitch
forgot to douche her ass out so when Jack pulled his pecker out of her Hershey
Highway, it was covered with shit. Jack politely asked Bobby to swap holes with
him. They loved to horse around and play jokes. Bobby had been face-fucking
Joan. Gloria and Clare were munching each other's rug on a nearby couch. I was
underneath pounding upward in Joan's well-fucked snatch when I looked up and saw
my brother's shit stained dick slide into my bride's mouth.
Joan was drunker than usual and never noticed that she was sucking a cock
covered in her own turds. Jack rubbed his pecker all over her face. She looked
like she had been eating brown gravy with a crooked spoon. Next, Bobby pulled
out of her ass with a thick coating of shit on his pecker and swapped positions
with Jack. Joan was too far gone to be aware that Bobby's dick had a nice
one-inch coating of her own shit covering the tip. Joan just licked it clean and
swallowed. Gloria and Claire thought it was hysterical when they saw what Jack
and Bobby were doing to the bride to be. They even took some photos. What had
Gloria or Clare said? It was something about Joan becoming a true and faithful
shit-eating whore.
I hope Senator Williams; newly elected member of the world's greatest
deliberative body eats a little dollop of my shit while her tongues inside my
ass. I love it when you can smell your shit on a woman's breath. This is so
fucking good I don't want to cum yet. Nor, does Vickie by the sound of her.
Candace's husband Dan is quite the swordsman. Listen to that nymphomaniac wife
of mine. She's got to be world's noisiest fuck.
Got to think of something else if I don't want to cum yet. Who else did I used
to fuck that didn't have limits? Oh yea, there was the little nun wantabe, Mary
Jo Kopechne, the blowjob artist extraordinaire. Strange, Candace told me that
there was a period when she seriously considered joining a nunnery. Maybe that's
a prerequisite for being able to give a great blowjob. Maybe its' thinking about
marry Christ and doing a three way with the Holy Trinity.
Of course, it was her oral talent that got the little cunt drowned and kept me
from becoming President. Jesus, if Candace is elected President, then the
President of the United States will have sucked my cock, hadn't thought of that.
That's quite a thought but not the kind that gets in the history books. Hell,
I've fucked Candace in all three holes. First President to have a cock in all
three holes, that's one for the record books.
I fucked Mary Jo in all three orifices as Daddy used to say. Mary Jo started
with Bobby and Jack gave her a tumble a couple of times. Was it Mary Jo that
Jackie caught him screwing in the Oval Office? Can't recall. She caught him more
than once with his pecker out. Who were those two cunts that the Secret Service
had to sneak into the White House. Their code names were 'Frick and Frack'. Jack
somehow convinced Jackie they were physical therapists he needed for his bad
back. Jack sent them to me once. Those two could pussy whip you to the point
that you couldn't walk. Jackie walked in unexpectedly once and they weren't
massaging his back. Jack called it a two-mouthed blowjob. Jacqueline, now there
was a piece I never got. She thought she was too good for me. Bobby did her but
he and Jack shared everything including Ethel. Wonder how many of Bobby's kids
really belong to Jack.
Of course, later, I got hold of the video that Greek made of Jackie on his
yacht. She didn't look so high and mighty, down on the deck being triple pronged
by the crew. Lying there with half a dozen Greeks pissing in her mouth while she
jerked off. Shit, I wish I'd been there to add my pint of special yellow to her
smart-ass yap.
"Where was I? Oh, Mary Jo the one who drowned. Good thing that was before the
days of DNA testing or they would have been able to prove that some of the semen
in her belly, ass, and cunt belonged to me. Of course, I wasn't the only one at
that party who buried his schlong in her that night. There were ten of us guys
and only five girls. Each girl did double duty. Mary Jo took anyone on who
asked.
Yes, Mary Jo had 'round heels'. I remember the time, we got drunk at her
apartment and I talked her into letting me piss in her mouth. We got into the
shower and she knelt down on the floor and opened wide. The little bitch
swallowed it like it was mother's milk. She was a true Kennedy groupie. I bet
she'd have eaten a hot turd right out of my ass if I'd asked nice.
I learned one thing that night at Chappaquiddick Island. Never drive a car
while a girl's sucking your cock. I lost it when I blew my load and drove that
Olds right into the drink. I almost drowned. It ruined my political career,
stopped it cold. Too bad about Mary Jo too. The world lost a talented whore that
night. Wonder if that was what caused John to crash his plane. Maybe Carolyn and
Lauren were blowing him and he lost it. Wouldn't surprise me. Lauren and Carolyn
loved to three way with John.
Candace took a long deep suck on Ted's cock. The way he was breathing she
could tell he was getting close to orgasm. Candace could feel Dan's body right
beside her on the big bed. He was between Victoria's legs slowly licking around
her clit. Dan was easing a well-lubricated finger in Vickie's asshole while
keeping two fingers of his other hand inside her cunt massaging her G-spot. Ted
had consumed a dose of Viagra before the four of them had gotten in bed that
rainy afternoon at the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport.
"Bob Dole isn't Pfizer's only customer in Washington," was how Ted phrased it.
Candace had to admit that the drug kept the seventy-year-old politician fucking
hard for over two hours.
Victoria was a screamer during sex, especially if her partner was hot. At the
moment she was yelling, "Eat me, Dan, eat my cunt," at the top of her voice.
Victoria Kennedy was giving all indications that she was about to hit another
big 'O'. Victoria was twenty years younger than Ted, still no spring chicken but
like many wealthy women, she had the money, time, and will power to keep her
figure trim. Her heels was solidly planted against the mattress and Candace
could see the muscles in her legs tense each time she thrust her cunt toward
Dan's busy fingers and mouth. She had the well-developed hamstring muscles of a
woman who spent time on her back using them to wrap around the hips of a man
slamming a hard cock into her vagina.
"Oh yea, that's so fucking good, fuck me Dan, fuck me hard," screamed Vickie.
Everyone in the Hyannis compound knew when Vickie was being boned. Even the
kids would roll their eyes when they heard Aunt Vickie shouting for "deeper and
harder". Candace and Dan had met and screwed a bewildering number of Kennedy's
over the last two months. The family appetite and enthusiasm for sex were
extraordinary. Ted and Victoria liked pilling up in their big bed with family
and friends for an afternoon of good old fashion Irish fornication.
"I just wish you and Dan had the opportunity to screw John and Carolyn. They
were so hot as a couple and they fucked so well together," said Ted that morning
at breakfast. When their plane went down, it was an incredible loss, especially
at the family orgies."
Candace scooted on top of Ted and slipped his cock into her pussy and clutched
it rhythmically as she pushed her clit up against the Senator's round belly.
"Oh Jesus, that's good Candace, you cunt is so hot, it's on fire, how do you
do that?" gasped the Senator as Candace's cunt created intense waves of pleasure
that started at the base of his nuts and radiated to the tip of his peter.
"Fuck me, Dan," yelled Victoria as she reached down, grabbed Dan and pulled
him upward so he could mount her. Victoria's cunt was wet and Dan's prick slide
home. He grabbed Vickie's legs catching her calves against the top of his
shoulders. He bent her double, drove his cock in until his balls slapped against
her asshole and ground his pubic bone against her clit. Vickie was a lifelong
devotee of several different styles of yoga. At the moment, Dan had her knees
nestled right beside her ears. Vickie had spent months at a center for Tantric
Yoga in India learning to maximize the sensations created in her cunt by a
lover.
"I've taken being a rich whore to new levels," was how Vickie liked to explain
her intense pursuit of hard male cocks to friends and family.
Candace knew that Vickie liked rough sex and being hurt helped get her over
the hump. She reached over and took Vickie's nipple between her fingers and gave
it a vicious twist sending her into a paroxysm of a pain-induced orgasm.
"Oh shit yes, hurt my tit, make me scream," yelled Vickie as she twisted from
side to side. Vickie had been excited when she learned that Candace and Bill
were coming for the weekend. Candace had recently won Ted's Senate seat. Over
the past few months, they'd had sex with the Candace and Dan many times. Vickie
considered them the hottest couple that she and Ted had ever fucked. Dan was
positively scalding when his cock was inside her and Candace screwed like
something not of this earth. Ted described it as being on a totally different
plane.
"I feel I'm leaving my Senate seat in the hands of the best fuck in America,"
said Ted in a private remark on his retirement.
Victoria was definitely a pain slut. Ted had chosen her for a wife because she
was the first woman he'd met who he could literally whip into unconsciousness
without her deciding that having a bleeding back and ass was too high a price to
pay to marry a Kennedy.
The four of them were screwing in a huge four-posted antique bed at Ted's
house within the Hyannis compound. Joe Senior, the family patriarch, had
originally purchased the bed at auction in England right before World War II. It
had originally belonged to Sir Francis Dashwood, Lord le Despencer, the founder
of the English Hell Fire Club. When Joe Senior as Ambassador to the Court of
St. James learned that Sir Francis claimed to have deflowered a thousand virgins
including over two hundred nuns in that bed, he decided he had to have it. He
had shipped it back to the United States as German submarines were slipping into
the Atlantic to slaughter allied merchant ships.
Once the bed was set up at their home in Hyannisport, Joe Senior located the
concealed metal rings that could be extended from the posts to bind someone in
multiple ways. He had started off with his wife Rose restrained upright at the
foot of the bed with her arms and legs fully extended and painfully stretched.
Joe Senior preferred sex when it included pain and a lot of it for the female.
Rose treated pain as penitence for her sins, especially the ones involving sex.
Joe Senior insisted that Rose dress as a Carmelite nun complete with wimple. The
habit was slit up the back so Joe Sr. could expose Rose's back and whip her as
punishment for her sins. Ted had explained all this when Candace and Dan had
visited Ted and Victoria's bedroom for the first time.
"Since you're Catholics, you probably understand how fucked up a devout
person like my mother could be when you combine devotion with an irresistible
desire for cock," said Ted.
"Dad and Mom were into role playing based on this bed. They both loved the bed
and acted out several different scenes using the bed as a prop."
"Tell them the one he used to let you boys watch," said Vickie.
"Dad would sit Joe Junior, John, Robert, and myself down on that window bench
over there and forbid us to move. He'd act very stern. We had to call him Father
Gregory, the same name as the Kennedy family's priest."
"But he allowed you to play with yourself while you watched," said Vickie.
"Oh yes, we'd have a contest to see who could jack off first. It was a circle
jerk without the circle. The problem was that as the youngest, I hadn't reached
puberty and the best I could do was a tiny drip of clear cum, not a sperm in
it."
Well, Ted, you've come a long way since then. I currently classify yours as
'rich and creamy'," laughed Candace.
"Thank you, I'll let you swallow another batch of my 'rich and creamy' this
afternoon. Dad would come in dressed as a priest with Mom trailing behind in her
nun's apparel. They looked authentic. Dad was called Father Gregory and Mom was
Sister Mary Rose. Dad was a stickler for details."
"Ted and I are going to re-enact this for you in a while," added Victoria
placing her hand between Dan's legs."
"Behave yourself Vickie, let me tell the story before you pull Dan's cock out
and loose control. Vickie is dying for you to fuck her some more, Dan."
"I'll be good, go ahead with your story," responded Vickie pouting a little.
"Dad would sit on the bed with a Catholic Bible, the Vulgate, in his hands.
Mom would kneel in front of him working the beads of her rosary. His cassock had
an opening so he could pull his cock out anytime. Mom would begin with the Act
of Contrition then suck on Dad's cock for a while. Next, Dad would listen
carefully to her confession. Mom could be very creative when it came to making
up sins. My favorite was the time; she swore that she had allowed Averell and
Pamela Harriman and Francis Cardinal Spellman to ride her around Manhattan naked
in the back of a limousine on Christmas Eve. Every so often they would stop in
front of a New York policeman walking his beat. They would throw open the limo
door, yell Merry Christmas and offer him a piece of Mother as a Christmas
present. Most of the time, the cop would recognize Governor Harriman or the
Cardinal and jump in the limo. Mother, with Pamela helping to get the cop hard
would let the policeman do whatever he wanted, half and half being their
favorite. Mother confessed to having done sixteen police between four in the
afternoon and midnight Mass. She swore that when she looked down between her
legs at midnight at St. Patrick Cathedral there was a puddle of beat cop cum on
the floor that had leaked out of her pussy."
"What a wild story. You must have had a very happy childhood," said Candace.
"It was very grand. Dad would listen to her confession; make her pray the Act
of Contrition, several Our Fathers and ten Hail Marys with him. Then he would
bind her to the bottom of the bed. He would pull open the back of her nun's
habit, get out several types of whips and canes and beat her till she passed
out. After that, he'd strip her, tie her face down on the bed and sodomize her.
She loved it."
"Tell Candace and Dan why they had a falling out, its' very bizarre," said
Victoria.
"Well over a period of time, the role playing got more elaborate. Dad was
entertaining several Hollywood starlets. He brought them here one weekend,
dressed them up as nuns along with Mom and my oldest sister. He dressed his
favorite chippie as a priest. She was quite a beautiful girl but cross-dressed
quite believably as a man except for these very red lips Dad painted on her. The
ersatz priest heard Mother's confession.
Mom confessed to having engaged in an orgy with four altar boys. Mom had a set
of pictures that Father Gregory made of the event. So this one turned out not to
be a lie. Dad passed the pictures over to us. There was Mom at Sacred Heart
Cathedral taking on four of the retarded boys who lived at the Cardinal Cushing
Home for Exceptional Children. 'Exceptional' in this instance is a euphemism for
'a lot dumber than average'. There were a good dozen photos. These kids had
pea-sized brains but their cocks were huge. It got us turned on and we started
to jerk off. Eunice, Patricia and Jean were there dressed as nuns. All we kids
jerked off while Dad whipped the shit out of Mom."
"Dad revived Mom then he sodomized her. He finished by letting the faux priest
whip her senseless for her sins. The starlet priest shoved two huge dildos in
Mom's holes then made Mom do a little muff diving with her daughters before Dad
got on her for a final fuck. Dad even permitted Joe Junior and John to screw one
of the starlets who was dressed as a nun. My oldest sister was tied to the other
side of the bed and deflowered by Joe Jr. He ran around the room with blood all
over his dick showing it to everybody.
Later Mom discovered the starlet who dressed as a priest and heard her
confession was not a Roman Catholic. After that, there were no more fun and
games around the Hell Fire bed. Mom was a stickler for the Catholic religion."
"Too bad, sounds like some very good times ended," remarked Candace.
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"Some rich bitch trolling for soldier cock, it happened last year when we were
here," said Master Sergeant Abraham 'Abe' Sharpe. Abe was a tall rugged looking
non-commissioned officer. Abe Sharpe was considered one of the very best of the
elite Special Operations soldiers. He and the five other members of his unit
were seated in a large corner booth of 'The Right Flank" lounge. The Right
Flank was located just outside the main gate to Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
Three members of the opposite sex were seated with them.
"I remember her. Amanda was her name and cock sucking was her game. But she
didn't look anywhere near as good as that piece, that's mighty fine," stated
Lance Corporal Leroy Stewart, the tall black member of the unit who specialized
in communications and languages. Leroy was second generation Army. His father
had bought the big one in Vietnam.
"Better than mighty fine, that what I call a fucking A-1 piece of ass," said
Abe in his East Tennessee accent.
"You guys are disgusting. She's probably just stopped by for a quiet drink
before she goes to a party. I bet she's an officer's wife," said Kay Trabert
feeling a touch of jealousy that the soldiers whose hands were busily stroking
her thighs were paying so much attention to a female all the way across the
room.
What the hell they looking at her for? She's not here with her legs spread
wide letting you bastards play with her cunt thought Kay in exasperation.
Kay and her best friend Barbara Banks had agreed to meet Abe and his team for
drinks and dancing. Both women were in their early thirties and married to
"lifers" who were in charge of their own respective Special Ops units. Kay's
hair was currently dyed blonde. Her most noticeable physical attribute was her
36D breasts that she had purchased from a local plastic surgeon with the divorce
settlement from her first marriage. Barbara managed the local franchise of the
SuperFitness health club. Kay and Barbara had retained their figures through a
regimen of Spin, Kick Boxing, and Step Aerobics classes.
"If you expect to fuck a Special Ops soldier, you got to keep in shape like
they do," was how Barbara expressed it when she taught the occasional aerobics
class.
Both Kay and Barbara were regulars at The Right Flank in what was jokingly
referred to as the "Night Ops Brigade". It was common knowledge among Special
Ops enlisted men that those two married women along with other single and
married women who lived in the Fort Bragg area were willing to party with
enlisted soldiers rotated back for rest and retraining. Kay and Abe were old
friends. So when she got his email asking her to get five of the girls together
and meet Abe's unit at The Right Flank for a return home celebration, Kay
agreed, considering it nothing out of the ordinary.
To Kay and Barbara, evenings like tonight were a small compensation for being
a soldier's wife. In return for an evening away from the kids and television,
the women were willing to let the soldier's hands wander while they danced and
talked. The girls knew that their husbands or live-in boyfriends didn't object
to the occasional playing around while they were overseas.
"A little feel never hurt anybody," was how Kay's husband put it. To an
amazing extent, Kay and Barbara and their husbands were in denial how these
evenings usually ended. After last call, the finale would probably be a quick
fuck or blowjob in the back seat of Kay's SUV. Tonight's problem was that all
the other women who normally went along on these evenings either had other plans
or sick kids at home. Kay looked over at Mario's wife Patty thinking she'd be no
help in the back seat. She looked scared to death. Obviously, Press and Mario
were playing with her under the table and she was having a difficult time
coping. Kay pictured herself and Barbara having to hump all six guys. Barbara
and she had talked about being gang banged on the drive over to the Right Flank.
"I'm not sure I want to do this. Six of them and two of us, we'll get a
reputation. Harry would be pissed if he thought I was doing groups, Harry
doesn't mind that I occasionally screw around as long as it's one soldier at a
time and it doesn't get serious. We should have called this off until we could
get three other women to come," said Barbara.
"I called everybody I knew. I even asked Danny's third grade teacher since
she's getting a divorce. But she's already in a relationship. I tried to get
more women even up to the last minute. I even asked Michelle but she has a bad
cold," said Kay.
"Has she lost any of that weight she gained with the baby?"
"Last time I saw her at the BX, she said she'd lost ten pounds but I couldn't
see where. Her ass was as big as a barn door," said Kay.
"Just as well she didn't come. The guys wouldn't have been happy if we'd
showed up with her looking the way she does. Oh well, I guess we'll have to go
with the flow as they say."
"I know. Let's just hope that whatever we do, doesn't get broadcast all over
the base," said Kay.
"I'm still scared shitless that someone is going to tell Harry what happened
the last time I went out with Lobetti's unit just rotated back from Iraq. I
drank too much and passed out. One of them had an apartment over off Belvedere
Avenue. They took me and two other girls there. Unfortunately I was totally
blown away. Those assholes stripped up, screwed us and took some pictures. If
Harry ever sees those pictures, my ass is headed for the divorce court," said
Barbara.
"Harry would never leave you no matter what you did. He's crazy about you,"
said Kay.
"Harry's okay with a little messing around. He just doesn't want to be married
to the biggest whore at Fort Bragg, " said Barbara.
"It's not exactly like he and Don keep themselves pure while they've on
assignment," said Kay.
"Those two never met a female they didn't want to fuck," said Barbara. Plus
they think they're entitled because they risk their lives for their country.
Since when does serving your country give you a license to fornicate"?
"Last time, Don got back, he made me pretend I was a prostitute he met in
Kabul. Lately, he's been into what he calls "role playing". He taught me a few
phrases in Pustun. He even brought me this dress like the women in Kabul wear.
Let me tell you the women over there stay covered up. This dress, Don called it
a burka, you could barely see out of the damn thing," said Barbara.
"Sounds kinky," said Kay.
"Kinky, it was more weird. I had to darken my eyes with mascara to where I
looked like a raccoon and paint this strange symbol on my face. While I was
blowing him, he played Afghani music on the stereo. Later, he admitted this
hooker was only fourteen. She must have been pretty good. Don kept calling me by
her name while we were doing it. Sometimes I think he should go into therapy,"
said Barbara.
"At least Don makes an effort to keep things interesting. Harry comes home,
sends the kids to a movie, then climbs on, bend me double, and pounds away until
he shoots. He keeps at it until he's worn out then rolls over and goes to sleep.
My orgasm is not his concern," said Kay.
"All this talk about sex is making me horny," said Barbara as they pulled into
the parking lot at The Right Flank. "I'm glad I wore a thong. This pussy needs
some play time."
"Well if you're horny, we've probably come to the right place to get that
taken care of," said Kay.
Barbara's husband had been gone for four months and she was feeling a
definite itch between her legs. Still, being the object of a soldier's gangbang
was somewhat beyond what the girls were normally willing to experience. Soldiers
like to talk and Special Operations was a close-knit group. Guys didn't want to
look around the campfire and not see a single face that hadn't screwed their
wife. The upshot was that a little hanky panky with a soldier just back from the
war zone was okay along as the wife was discreet and didn't make a habit of it.
Still rules like that was a little fuzzy and made to be broken especially where
there was booze involved.
"You told me once that you and the other cheerleaders screwed the entire
football team after they won the state championship," said Kay as they exited
the SUV.
"That was different, I wasn't married. I was just a high school kid and in
love."
"With the team?" asked Kay.
"No, with the quarterback, Alonzo Moore, the most beautiful lean, muscular,
black body a girl could imagine. 6'5" tall and his other parts were in
proportion to his height."
"Wow, I bet that tickled your plumbing," said Kay
"He touched me in ways that no other man has," said Barbara.
"So if you were in love with Alonzo, why screw the whole team?" asked Kay.
"It was a package deal. I was head cheerleader and the coach asked me to offer
the team an incentive if they won the big one. In my little Texas town, winning
the state high school football championship was about as big as it gets. It was
like winning the World Series. We cheerleaders got together and decided that
since our school had never won a state championship it was worth it. Even my mom
said it was okay," said Barbara.
"Your mom knew?"
"I told you that I had the kind of mom I could talk to about anything. Hell,
my Mom would have put on her old cheerleader outfit and screwed the team herself
if she could have gotten away with it. Of course, Daddy would have killed her.
But my Mom was more like a big sister. I was a very lucky girl when it came to
my Mom," said Barbara.
"Did the coach get in on the reward?"
"Of course, silly, Coach Davis was first. I did him myself while everybody
watched. We got things rolling."
"Where did this sacred event take place?" asked Kay.
"The locker room right after the game. They carried the wrestling mats in from
the gym. It lasted until the morning sun dawned on Texas. My pussy was so sore
it hurt to walk for a week. There were forty-four players on the team, a coach
and two assistants plus an equipment manager. There were eight girls on the
varsity cheerleading squad. I got my brains fucked out. "
"So what do you think will happen tonight?" asked Kay.
"I think there's a good likelihood, you and I are going to get plowed by each
and every one of Abe's unit except Mario and he may climb on in the confusion if
his new wifey doesn't mind. I just hope they can keep their mouth's shut."
"Mario's new wife will be there. She can help," said Kay.
"Yea, lots of help, she'll be, they been married six months and he's been gone
for most of it. If we're lucky, she'll take care of Mario. I hope he clued her
in about what's expected. I don't want to see her jump two feet in the air the
first time someone puts a finger in her twat."
"So one of us takes on three and the other two, we'll draw straws or
something."
"The problem is that once we start, they'll just keep piling on. I could see
us getting screwed five or six times each."
"Same number as a basketball team," giggled Kay.
"Very funny. I hope you brought some extra condoms."
Kay and Barbara's husbands belonged to a Special Operations group still
deployed overseas. None of the men in Abe's unit were currently married or had a
significant other except for Technical Sergeant Mario Escobar. He was seated
beside his new bride, Patty. It was Patty's first time at The Right Flank. She
and Mario had been married six months but Mario had been sent to Afghanistan a
week after their wedding. He only returned last week. During Mario's overseas
tour, Patty had lived with her parents in Tupelo, Mississippi. She had only
moved to Fort Bragg when Mario returned to the states.
Patty was concentrating on keeping her hands firmly wrapped around the beer
bottle in front of her. She was having a difficult time ignoring Mario's and his
friend Press's hands. Under the table, they were massaging her upper thighs and
taking turns running their fingers across her clit and vagina. They seemed to
be making a game of it. Patty had come mentally prepared for a little grab ass
with the other members of Mario's unit. She hadn't expected that Mario and Press
would be taking turns playing with her pussy five minutes after they arrived.
As soon as Patty slid into the booth, Mario had reached under the table and
parted Patty's legs and pushed her thong panty to one side exposing her sex.
"Just stay like that," he warned as his fingers rubbed up and down her slit.
As soon as Mario's fingers moved away, Press's fingers replaced his. Patty was
new to the role of soldier's wife. She had never dreamed that Mario would share
her with other soldiers.
For a good ten minutes, Press and Mario had been alternating according to a
pattern that at first seemed completely random. After a while, Patty realized
there was a definite pattern. The number of strokes would always add up to six.
Mario would make two slow passes over Patty's pussy and then Press would make
four. Or Press would make one and Mario five. It was only after a period of
being teased almost the point of orgasm that Patty realized that Press and Mario
were using an eye blink code to exchange signals about how many times they would
stroke Patty's vagina. Patty recalled from somewhere that soldiers were taught
an eye blink code to use if they were captured and had to communicate silently.
Special Ops soldiers were known to be a little over the top thought Patty and
this proves it.
My husband of a little more than six months and his best friend are using my
pussy to practice their code thought Patty. If they don't stop soon, I'm going
to stand up, grab my cunt and have a screaming orgasm.
Patty took a swallow of beer to calm her nerves. Patty's nineteen-year-old
glands were working overtime producing lubricant. She was afraid if she stood
up, everyone would see a large wet spot on the back of her pale yellow skirt.
God if I get any wetter down there, I'm going to slide right off this vinyl
seat on the floor thought Patty.
Patty was nervous about what was expected of her tonight. Before they left
their base housing for The Right Flank, Mario had explained to her how it was
between Special Ops and wives and girl friends. It had started with a discussion
over what she was wearing.
"Patty, I thought you were going to wear the yellow skirt and the yellow thong
panties, I bought you at the mall this morning." Patty had come out of the
bedroom wearing a conservative black skirt.
"I was saving that for when it was just the two of us. The skirt's awfully
short. I wouldn't want the men in your unit to get the wrong idea about your
wife." Patty had been surprised when Mario had insisted on the purchase of a
skirt that didn't even reach mid thigh. She knew he liked to look at her legs
but this was immodest, especially when she sat down.
"Wear it for me, I want you to look good tonight. I want to show you off."
"If you're sure, I don't want your buddies to think you married the wrong kind
of woman."
"Look, these guys and I depend on each other. We're like brothers. Actually
I'm much closer to them than my asshole brother. So its important we all get
along like a big family."
"I'll be on my best behavior. I want the guys in your unit to like me."
"Good, it may be a little wild tonight. We were in the desert six months."
"I won't be the only female present, will I?"
"No, there'll be two other wives there for sure. Normally, we'd have a woman
for each guy but Abe sent the email late and the other women had already made
plans. Other women may join us once we're there."
"I thought you said you were the only one in your unit that was married."
"These aren't the guys wives. Kay and Barbara are married but their husbands
are still overseas."
"They go out while their husbands are away."
"Sure, you can do it too. You can't sit home every night while I'm gone for
six months."
"You're not serious. You want me to date while your gone."
"It's not dating exactly. It's just that when one unit is overseas, their
wives and significant others make themselves available to entertain the single
soldiers who rotate back to the base for R&R. Like I said, Special Ops guys like
to think of themselves as a family."
"I guess I could go out and have drinks and dance if you didn't mind and it
was part of R&R. My daddy said morale was important in the army. Won't their
wives or girl friends object?"
"Most of the Special Operations members are divorced or single. This lifestyle
can be hard on a relationship."
"So what has all this got to do with tonight?"
"I'm just saying for you not to be offended if Abe or any of my unit gets a
little touchy feely. We've been in the desert for the last 180 days and nobody's
touched a white woman in all that time. They're a horny bunch. Kay and Barbara
know what to expect so they're cool. Just follow their lead."
"How friendly should I let them get before I yell for you?"
"As friendly as they want to be. Don't embarrass me by making a fuss. If they
want to check you out, go along and enjoy it."
"Check me out? You mean let another man touch my pussy? Are you serious?"
"Patty, I don't think you understand. Abe and Leroy saved my life when the
Towel Heads ambushed us in a ravine. I stopped Calvin from stepping on a mine.
His foot was coming right down on the trigger when I saw it. We share constant
danger when we're in the field. I don't think I can deny them a little fun just
because we're married."
Patty had wanted to say, "So what's you're really trying to say is that if one
of them wants to fuck me, I lay down and spread my legs," but she let it pass.
Patty wasn't exactly a prude but she wasn't promiscuous either. However, she was
deeply in love with Mario, determined to be a good army wife no matter what it
required; so she mentally prepared herself to going along with what Mario
wanted.
"Look, when she turned toward the bandstand, you can see her nipples. That
white top must be paper thin, absolutely fucking- A boob knobs, Man I'd like to
adjust those to get my favorite channel," said Calvin.
Patty looked over at the bar to see whom the men were talking about. There
was a gorgeous blonde seated at the end of the bar. She was wearing a short
white skirt that showed off incredibly long and perfectly shaped legs. She wore
a matching white silk top with spaghetti shoulder straps completing the outfit.
Even from across the room, you could see the large bumps her nipples made in the
material. A pair of white high heel scandals and expensive white and gold
jewelry complemented her hair and bronze tan.
"She does look sort of out of place. I'd have to say she's out of our league.
I think I've seen her before, She's pretty enough to be a model or on
television," offered Patty.
"My black ass would look so wonderful with those long legs wrapped around
them," said Leroy.
"Patty's right. She's definitely out of your league," offered Barbara. She'd
been letting Leroy's hand rest between her legs. The feeling of his rough
callused hand stroking her bare thighs was driving her crazy.
Just like I fucked the whole team to get Alonzo Moore's cock in my cunt, I may
have to fuck Abe's entire unit to get to Leroy thought Barbara.
Barbara was resisting whispering 'higher' in Leroy's ear. Although Barbara was
white, her second and current husband, Harry, who was deployed in Yemen, was
black. She'd taken one look a Leroy when she and Kay arrived at The Right Flank
and decided that tonight she was going to satisfy her need for black cock.
Barbara had maneuvered the seating in the booth so she was right beside Leroy.
She moved over to where her thigh was pressing against his. Leroy had a master's
degree in Middle Eastern languages and was not a slow learner. He indicated he'd
received her signal loud and clear when he placed his hand on the inside of her
naked thigh and began slowly stroking it upward toward her crotch. The fact that
he hadn't yet reached her pussy was driving Barbara up the wall. She was
resisting the urge to scream, "Higher."
"Well, there are only three of us girls and six of you, why don't one of you
fearless warriors walk over there and ask her to join us. All she can do is say
No. Just pretend she's a suspected terrorist and you'd like to question her,"
said Kay, a little surprised that Abe or one of the others hadn't been all over
the blonde at the bar. Normally they were anything but shy.
"I'd like to interrogate her. I know exactly how I'd go about it," offered
Calvin looking at the woman and the bar and feeling his cock stir.
"I bet she'd open her mouth as soon as we showed her our weapons," chimed in
Danny, at twenty the youngest of the group but physically the largest. Danny, at
6'5" and 250 pounds towered over the other men in the unit.
"Those legs just seem to go on forever and I love the way her zickers are
showing. The way she's dressed she's got to be horny and looking for action,"
said Press. Press was known as the brains of the group. He also had a master's
degree in Middle Eastern History from Berkley and spoke several Middle Eastern
languages.
It was still early at The Right Flank. It was fifteen minutes until the band
started playing at nine.
"We should invite her over before the music starts," said Abe.
"Right, these pussy hounds will mob her, once the band plays," offered Calvin.
However, no one made a move toward the lady. The six guys sat frozen. Each one
stared at his beer bottle and waited for someone else to make the first move.
"I'll ask her. We girls need to even up the odds," said Patty standing up and
pushing her skirt down. She had to take a break from being stroked by Mario and
Press.
I need to either get up or make Mario take me out to the car and fuck me
decided Patty. Or maybe he'll just tell Press to take the first shot since he
could screw me anytime.
Patty figured the light wasn't good enough for anyone to see a damp spot on
her skirt if there was one. Patty also considered this was an opportunity to
show Mario's buddies that he had married someone with some moxie. Men were such
cowards when it came to certain things. These six guys had spent the last six
months going into caves filled with booby traps and terrorists but they couldn't
get up enough guts to walk twenty feet across a bar room floor and ask a woman
to join them.
Patty may have been a little naive girl from Southern Mississippi but she was
smart enough to figure out that women didn't come to The Right Flank because the
beer was cheap or the band was talented. They came to meet a Special Ops
soldier, dance, and end their evening having some good healthy sex with a man
who was in superb physical condition and could fuck their brains out.
As Patty approached the bar, she saw the woman was even more incredibly
beautiful that Patty had realized from a distance. The lady was dressed like
someone Patty saw in one of those high fashion magazines like Vogue or Elle that
she read at the beauty salon. By comparison, she made Patty feel very
unsophisticated and plain. Patty would have liked to forget the whole idea but
she was afraid of what Mario would say if she chickened out. The lady turned her
head toward Patty as she approached and smiled. That encouraged Patty to speak.
"Hi, my name's Patty, Patty Escobar. My friends and I were wondering if you
would like to join us for a drink. I'll understand if you're not interested,"
blurted out Patty as she extended her hand toward the lady, "We're seated in
that booth over in that corner." Patty gestured toward the booth.
Hello Patty, I'm Candace. Are you sure they wouldn't mind?" said Candace
Williams taking Patty's hand and shaking it. Patty remembered how it felt warm
to her touch. Patty could have sworn she felt a surge of energy pass into her
hand.
"No, we'd love to have you. It's a unit of Special Forces that just got
rotated back from the Middle East. They've been gone for six months and they saw
a lot of action in Afghanistan. The two other girls and I are out to show them a
good time in appreciation for their efforts to protect America from terrorists.
We invited some other ladies but we asked late and they already had plans.
There's six of them and three of us. You'd help even up the odds. Pardon me, are
you somebody famous?"
"Not hardly, just here on business. I live in Boston. But you're not from here
either?"
"No, I'm just a country girl from Tupelo, Mississippi. I've only been married
a little over six months but Mario, that's my husband, he's the curly headed one
on the end, has been overseas for almost the entire time. Those guys are in his
unit."
"Must be tough on a young bride for her husband to go away for six months."
"It was. I stayed in Tupelo with my folks until Mario got back last week.
Living with Mom and Dad after I was married like to have driven me crazy."
"But now your soldier has returned and you want him to have a good time and be
proud of you. You came over here to invite me in order to impress his buddies."
"You're very perceptive, Candace. I do want them to like me."
"Nothing wrong with a wife trying to please her husband. I'm married and know
the feeling."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were married."
"Dan's in Boston now with our daughter. Don't worry though. Dan and I give
each other the freedom to enjoy ourselves when we travel."
"Listen, you look like a real lady. I think I ought to warn you that these
guys are pretty free with their hands. They've been in the desert away from the
women for months. Maybe you should think about it."
"Is that why I can smell your cunt? You've been letting them feel you up under
the table? I can tell they've got your vagina stimulated to the point that you
need to cum or take a cold shower."
"Wow, I can't believe you said that or know it. Mario and Press, that's
Mario's best friend, have been feeling me up since we got here. Frankly, they've
just about driven me crazy. Can you really smell it on me?"
"Yes, I can but I have a much keener sense of smell than most. Don't worry
about it. Besides, it's a wonderful smell that gets males excited and ready to
rut. Getting men ready to fuck is one of we girls missions in life, isn't it?"
"You really tell it like it is. I guess you're right. I have to get used to
the idea that the Special Ops guys share everything including wives."
"Don't worry about me. I understand perfectly well that if I sit down with
you, there's going to be a hand up my skirt. Frankly, I find the thought of that
exciting. I live a pretty subdued existence back in Boston and these occasional
trips are my only chance to get out and have some uninhibited fun. If you like,
I'll join you and give the men another pussy to play with," said Candace as she
stood up.
Patty had been astounded at how forthright Candace had been. Patty took a
couple of deep inhales as the walked back to see if she could smell her own wet
cunt. But all Patty could smell was stale beer and cigarettes.
Patty gave Mario a "Mission Accomplished" look as she and Candace arrived at
the corner booth. Patty introduced Candace to everyone. They rearranged the
seating so Candace was between Abe and Calvin. As a reward, Patty got a kiss
from Mario and an immediate offer to dance as soon as they returned. The band
had started and within a few seconds the dance floor was crowded.
"May I have the pleasure of this dance?" asked Abe standing up and extending
his hand. He was working hard at being nice. He felt a little overwhelmed by
Candace. Abe was used to having decent looking women around him but Candace was
way beyond that. Still in spite of his reputation for being a take-charge guy,
he found himself more than a little intimidated as they walked toward the dance
floor. Most of the time, Abe aggressively played the role of "alpha" male more
inclined to grab a woman's tits and ass than politely ask her to dance. But this
one was different somehow.
The first dance was fast but the second was slow. Abe was a big guy and he
wrapped his arms around Candace and pulled her close. Candace pressed her crotch
against Abe's cock then she pushed his hand down to where it rested on her butt.
"That feels good," said Candace breathing deeply as she ground her crotch
against the lump in Abe's fatigues.
"You got a great ass, Candace."
"Thanks, I like the way you're holding it."
"Everyone said you looked a little too upscale for this place."
"I thought about dressing down but forgot to pack any casual clothes. I hope
you won't hold my appearance against me. In spite of the clothes, I'm very
interested in partying with you and your friends. I came here tonight to get
laid not make a fashion statement." Candace emphasized her point by once again
pressing her pubic mound against Abe's crotch.
"A woman that comes immediately to the point. I like that." Abe cupped
Candace's buttocks to pull her closer against his crotch. Candace felt his cock
harden as he pressed it into her pubic area.
After that dance, they returned to the table. Over the next two hours, Candace
danced with all six of the men. When the band finally went on break, she found
herself once again between Abe and Calvin. Calvin slipped a hand under her top
and slid it onto her breast.
"I've been dying to do that all night, ever since I saw you at the bar with
your nipples poking out, Man, those are nice and firm. And you buds are hard as
sapphires. They feel so warm too, like a loaf of just baked bread. I can see
why you don't wear a bra," said Calvin as he gently squeezed Candace's nipple
with his finger.
"You should have come over earlier. I'd have let you feel them at the bar if
you'd asked."
Candace wrapped her hand around Calvin's and squeezed it so it held her boob
tighter. She reached up and gave Calvin a deep tongue kiss then kissed Abe.
"No bra and a bare cunt. Where you been all my life Candace?" whispered Abe as
he slipped a finger inside Candace's wet pussy. Abe had pushed the crotch of her
thong panties to one side and was rubbing her clit. Candace had spread her legs
the minute she felt Abe's hand on her thigh. She was so wet that he easily
inserted his finger inside of her cunt.
"I bet you say that to all the girls you finger fuck," breathed Candace
enjoying the sensation of Abe's finger sliding in and out of her vagina.
Somewhere around 11:00PM, Abe became aware that the sexual behavior at their
table was going far beyond what was acceptable even for a place like The Right
Flank. The lounge's management tolerated a little discreet hand action under the
table but things were way beyond that.
Barbara actually had Leroy's cock out of his pants and was leaning over
sucking it. You could see her going down on Leroy's wet pole from across the
room. Kay and Patty were kneeling down under the table sucking cock. Mario had
warned the group that Patty was a little shy and everyone should take it easy
with her. The fact that she had slipped under the table to suck Press's cock
contradicted that in a big way.
Abe was amazed at how wild things had gotten. At the start, he'd only expected
a good deal of grab ass then a quick fuck or blowjob in the back of Kay or
Barbara' car as the evening ended. Abe had hoped that Patty would turn out to be
a crowd pleaser and let the guys take a turn with her too. Now, you could hear
her noisily sucking Press's cock. Mario's wife seemed to be a hot little number
which was a surprise given that the first twenty minutes she had seemed about to
panic it when Press and Mario were feeling her up under the table.
But once Candace arrived, the women were all over the men, including Candace
who was leading the way by letting Calvin openly play with her exposed tits
while Abe slipped a finger in her very hot and wet cunt. Candace had taken both
men's cocks out of their fatigues and was busily giving them a hand job.
Abe looked around and didn't like what he saw. Several other soldiers and
women were staring at their table. One of the managers was also looking their
way. Drawing attention made Abe nervous. If they didn't get out of there soon,
some drunken soldier would decide to horn in on the action and a fight would
break out. That could mean MPs and big trouble, definitely not a cool thing to
happen.
"Let's get out of here. We got too may lookers," announced Abe.
"Sure, man but where to, no where on base," asked Leroy?
"Not my place, I got two kids at home," said Barbara.
"My Mom's staying over," said Kay.
"Let's go to my hotel. There's plenty of room and its not far," suggested
Candace.
"How do the ten of us get there?" asked Calvin.
"I have a stretch limo outside. It should hold us," replied Candace.
"A limo?"
"Yes, let me call the driver and tell her we're going to leave." Candace
pulled a cell phone out of her handbag and pressed a button. After a moment, she
started to talk.
"Rhonda, we're all going back to the hotel. Are you ready? That's great. Bring
them along."
"Your driver's a woman?"
"Rhonda's more than a driver. She's a friend."
When the party of ten walked out of The Right Flank there was a white stretch
limousine waiting with Rhonda holding the door open. Rhonda was dressed in a
leather mini-skirt and a ruffled white silk blouse. Candace kissed Rhonda on the
lips as she reached the limousine door. When they were all inside, Calvin who
had very impressed with the 6'2" Rhonda piped up.
"Who was that? She was gorgeous? Can we ask her to join us?"
"Rhonda is gorgeous but her taste doesn't run to men," replied Candace.
"So she's just going to hang out while we party?"
Candace pressed the button that rolled down the partition between the
limousine coach and the driver. There was Rhonda and two young female soldiers
dressed in fatigues. The two young females were making out while Rhonda drove.
"Rhonda, what are you going to be doing while we party?"
"I'm going to take Corporals Lewis and Talbot to my suite and we're going to
play licky-licky."
"Enjoy yourself. They look delicious," responded Candace pressing the button
to close the partition.
"Let's do some fucking on the way there," said Candace pulling her skirt up to
her waist and pulling the crotch of her thong aside to expose her bare sex.
"Come over here and get licky-licky with me, Sergeant Sharpe. I want to cum
all over your face. Let's see how well you eat pussy." Candace used her fingers
to spread her labia, "Just suck on that little knob and lick around the hole."
Abe hesitated for a moment.
"Dive in, it's wet enough," said Candace.
Abe knelt down in front of Candace as she spread her legs wide. Abe realized
this was a first. The other members of his team knew that an ironclad rule was
being violated. Abe prided himself on "not going down". Eating pussy was
something for effeminate men and Yankees. East Tennessee mountain men as a rule
did not muff dive. But this Candace was different. He felt her hand wrap itself
around the back of his head and effortlessly push his face against her cunt. Abe
found he had no will to resist as he applied his tongue to Candace's dripping
wet snatch.
"Wow, never thought I'd see that," was all Calvin managed to say.
"Come here boob man and suck on Momma's tits," said Candace to Calvin as she
pulled up her top to expose her breasts. Calvin grabbed one breast in one hand
and attacked the other with his mouth. Candace looked over to see that Barbara
was in the limo floor being screwed dog style by Leroy while she sucked Mario's
cock. Leroy's long black prick was wet with her juices and she was grunting and
pushing back in unison with Leroy thrusting forward.
"Oh God, I love black cock, Leroy, fuck the shit out of me," said Barbara
removing Mario's dick from her mouth long enough to make a statement.
Kay was facing Dan ridding up and down his cock like a woman possessed. Her
top was pushed up and Dan was sucking her nipples as they screwed.
"Pound it in me, Dan, give me everything you got," screamed Kay.
Patty was on her back with her legs pressed back to her ears accepting long
strokes from Press's eight inches.
"Press, stick your finger up my ass while you fuck me," moaned Patty as she
pushed her cunt forward to take Press's cock each time he slammed it down into
her dripping pussy.
Abe's mouth was taking long pleasurable licks of Candace's cunt. Candace
noticed he was starting to lick the area below her pussy. She scooted further
down in the seat and pulled her legs up to where the heels were braced against
the roof of the limo.
"There you go, Abe, now suck on my asshole," sad Candace putting her hand in
Abe's hair and pushing his head further down until his tongue began to take
swipes across her brown hole. Candace fingered her clit as she spoke to Calvin.
"Bit my tits, Calvin, chew on them, make it hurt."
Calvin responded by camping Candace's nipple between his teeth and biting down
hard.
"That's right, Calvin, gnaw on those titties," moaned Candace, "All right,
Abe, enough rug munching, slide that big cock in my hole and let's see if you
can fuck as well as you can soldier."
Abe got up took his cock out and pushed it into the wet hole his mouth had
just left. Candace wrapped her legs around Abe and dug the pointed heels of her
sandals into his butt crack. She massaged his asshole with her heels as they
fucked like horny lesser primates desperately anxious to breed.
"My mouth needs a dick in it and Calvin, you're elected," said Candace.
Calvin immediately pushed forward sliding his cock in Candace's mouth.
"Hold my head and fuck my face, ram your cock down my throat. Don't be a pair
of pussies. I want it rough," said Candace right before Calvin slid his meat
between her lips.
By the time, the limo pulled up to the drop off at the hotel, Candace had
Calvin's load in her mouth and Abe's in her cunt. They couldn't immediately exit
as Barbara and Leroy were still fucking dog style. Mario had blown a full load
into Barbara's mouth. Candace leaned over and gave Barbara a long passionate
kiss tasting Mario's cum. Candace fondled Barbara's breasts and twisted her
nipples as Leroy started shouting, "I'm coming. I'm coming, white whore."
Barbara climaxed as Leroy filled her pussy with spunk. All of the guys had
climaxed on the short drive to the hotel. The ten managed to get enough of their
clothes on to get through the hotel lobby without attracting undue attention.
The Westin was a brand new twenty two-story hotel with a plexi-glass elevator
attached to the outside of the building. The elevator overlooked the town and
Fort Bragg as it rose over the flat terrain.
As soon as the elevator left the lobby, Candace hike her skirt up and pulled
Dan's cock out and wrapped her arms around his bull neck to raise herself up.
Hanging onto his neck with one hand She grabbed Dan's cock with the other and
guided it into her hole as she lowered herself down impaling her twat on his
cock.
"Go girl go," said Kay spreading the cheeks of Candace's butt and slipping her
index finger in Candace's asshole, "Here, let me work that tight ass while you
ride Dan's cock."
"I want to put my finger in too," said Barbara slipping her finger in
Candace's ass.
"And Patty makes three," said Patty pushing her pointer finger inside
Candace's anus.
"Three fingers in my ass, go deeper" moaned Candace as she furiously fucked
herself on Dan's cock, "Pull girls, and open my shit hole in three directions."
"God I love this dirty talk," said Patty, "I'm doing things tonight I've never
done before and I'm loving it."
Candace looked out over the local town as her heels locked onto the waist high
rail around the elevator's perimeter. She commanded her vagina to squeeze Dan's
cock along its entire length. Dan moaned each time she squeezed. It felt good to
be hanging off big Dan with his cock inside her. The feeling of being watched by
eight others excited her. She fucked Dan as they passed up the twenty-two floors
"Nothing like screwing in front of a crowd, I guess I'm an exhibitionist, "
said Candace as she pumped away.
Except for Dan, the five men watched open mouthed as Candace fucked Dan like a
woman possessed. Right before the door opened on the top floor, Dan announced he
was about to climax.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill you up bitch," said Dan.
"I want it in my mouth," said Candace quickly changing to kneel before Dan,
stroking his cock with one hand while her mouth enveloped the head of his cock.
She used the other to push hard against the base of his nuts.
"I want all the cream in those big nuts," said Candace.
Dan's body convulsed as he spewed semen in Candace's mouth. Candace sucked Dan
dry as the elevator door opened. Patty reached over and pushed the elevator's
Stop button. Candace stood up and wrapped her arms around the three other women
bring them together for a group kiss. The four engaged in deep tongue kisses as
they swapped Dan's semen among them.
"That was just so fucking hot," announced Kay when they kissing stopped.
"Ladies, let's take these guys into my suite and fuck them till they beg us to
stop," said Candace.
Candace began to strip naked as soon as they exited the elevator. By the
time, her card key opened the door of her suite; she was wearing only her
sandals and a thong that was pushed over to the side. She slipped the thong off
and kicked the shoes aside as soon as she got inside. The group took a moment to
take in the fact that they had just stepped into the Presidential Suite at the
hotel. It was very large and beautifully furnished. Glass walls overlooked the
downtown area.
"The bar is over there. There are a couple of cases of beer on ice. There's
also wine and hard liquor. Help yourself to whatever." The men immediately moved
toward the bar.
"What do you say we show these guys how much we like to fuck?" said Candace.
Abe was amazed that the other three women also stripped as soon as they were
inside the suite. Clothes were thrown in every direction. There was a large open
area in front of a gas fireplace. Candace turned the gas on automatically
starting the fire.
"I love to jerk off in front of a fireplace," said Candace as she sat down in
a well-upholstered armchair and spread her legs over the arms. When her sex was
totally exposed, she licked her fingers and started fingering her clit. She
slipped several fingers of her other hand into her vagina.
"You know I'm a lucky girl. My G-spot is right inside the opening. Come here
girls and feel it.
Kay walked over and stuck two fingers in Candace's cunt.
"You right, it's right inside your pussy. Mine's a good three or four inches
inside. Yours feels huge and my God it's hot to the touch."
"Let me feel," said Barbara slipping her fingers inside Candace, "Yea, it
right here and it kind of feels like it's got a life of its own. Here Patty feel
that," Patty inserted two fingers and stroked the slightly raised and rough
patch of flesh right inside Candace's vagina.
"That's why I'm such a horny slut," said Candace as she played with herself.
"Let's the four of us jerk off for the fellows. Guys love to watch a woman
masturbate. You guys get a beer, bring us a glass of chardonnay and watch us
frig ourselves."
The women positioned themselves on various pieces of furniture, spread their
legs and began to masturbate. Dan returned from the bar with beer and wine and
handed them out.
Before Dan could twist off the cap of his beer, Candace stopped him.
"Here let me open that for you," said Candace reaching out her hand to take
the beer bottle. Candace inserted the neck of the bottle in her cunt and twisted
the bottle through a couple of revolutions. She pulled the open beer bottle out
of her cunt and handed it to Dan.
"Catch", said Candace as she aimed her vagina slightly upward and expelled the
cap straight into the air. Dan caught it head high. He opened his hand, took one
look at it, his eyes widening in amazement.
"She bent the fucking cap in two with her cunt," said Dan handing the bent cap
to Abe.
Abe looked at the bent bottle cap and shook his head in disbelief.
The six men watched the women spread her legs wide to expose their sex. The
three women imitated Candace licking their fingers to wet them for a clit
massage while the fingers of their other hand entered their pussy or asshole.
Mario watched in disbelief as Patty let out a stream of filthy words as she
worked her clit with three fingers of her other hand sliding in and out her
asshole.
"Our little show getting you studs ready to fuck some more," asked Candace,
"Get naked. Take your dicks out and let's see you play with them."
"Oh shit, fuck, God damn, this cock loving slut is about to come," yelled
Candace. This was immediately followed by a noisy pussy fart as Candace's vagina
forced air through its opening. The other three women climaxed in a matter of
moments.
"I see the men are still not ready. Let's four girls form a daisy chain and
eat pussy, nothing makes me cum faster that a woman's mouth sucking and licking
my parts," said Candace, "You boys sit there and play with your cocks while we
show you how we like our cunts eaten."
Mario was astonished to see Patty lie down on the pile carpet first. He
recalled her telling him she had never had sex with a female nor could she ever
imagine herself with another woman.
"It's unnatural and disgusting," was how Mario remembered Patty phrasing it.
But there his bride of six months was with a wild hungry look in her eyes and
her mouth eager to begin sucking and licking one of the messy cum-filled cunts
that was being positioned over her mouth.
"I haven't eaten pussy since my big sister and I got drunk on Jaggermeister,"
announced Barbara.
"Well, pretend I'm your big sister and get to work on this," said Kay.
Patty wondered what possessed her as she drove her tongue into Candace's cunt.
She was reveling in the taste of Abe and Dan's cum mixed with Candace's copious
juices.
"I've never been this turned on in my entire life. All I want to do is fuck
and fuck and fuck until I'm exhausted," thought Patty, "Kay and Barbara must
feel the same. Barbara looks absolutely wild eyed."
Kay was between her legs sucking Press' spunk out of her while Barbara did Kay
and Candace was taking long delicious licks of Barbara's cunt as she fingered
Barbara's vagina.
The men had gotten naked and were sitting around playing with their cocks
watching the women eat each other. The guys drank and masturbated as they
watched the women. Several times the girls switched so that by the end, each had
eaten everyone else's pussy.
The guys were ready for more fucking by the time the girls reached orgasm.
"Let's do a round robin gang bang. Two minutes in a hole, then you switch to
the next girl," suggested Candace.
Candace arranged herself and the three women in a star or plus configuration.
Candace and Patty were head to head.
"Okay, come and get some twat. I got a hungry hole here," said Kay.
Four of the guys mounted their pussies and started to pump away. Press and
Mario were left out.
"Press, squat down and straddle our faces. Put your cock in Patty' mouth but
hang your butt over my face and I'll lick your asshole. Mario you do the same
with Kay and Barbara," said Candace.
It took a good while for all six of the guys to climax.
When the last soldier drained his jism into a hot hole, Candace took everyone
over to the bar on one side of the room. It was time for a short break. Everyone
helped himself or herself to whatever drink they wanted. Abe was drinking a beer
out of a long necked bottle when Candace walked over and took the beer bottle
out of his hand then slowly shoved it into her cunt.
"Here, let me add a little flavor," said Candace twisting the bottle inside
her cunt several times before she handed it back to Abe. Abe took the bottle
back and drank. Abe realized the situation was totally out of his control. He
could taste cum, saliva, and Candace's own juice. Ordinarily, he would have
thought that was disgusting but he found his cock getting harder as he swallowed
the beer and pussy cocktail.
Abe had realized in the limo when he ate Candace's pussy, that he had no will
of his own. The four women were depraved lionesses. Abe felt that no act no
matter how extreme was beyond the group if Candace said to do it.
Abe had even realized before they left The Right Flank that Candace was
directing the show. She was in control of him and everybody else in the room.
The three women would have jumped out of the window if Candace ordered it. He
wasn't sure that he wouldn't either.
"I got to get something for our next round," announced Candace as she left the
room.
Candace left the nine naked people at the bar. Barbara had started to play
with Leroy's cock again. Candace returned in a minute with several large tubes
of K-Y jelly.
"Ladies, I think it's time these guys packed our fudge. What do you say? The
Hershey Highway is open to travel."
"Fuck yes, I want your cock in my ass pushing my shit out my mouth. Lube me up
and let's do some ass fucking," said Barbara as she wanked Leroy's cock.
Candace stood in front of Abe then turned around and bent over grabbing her
ankles. She shifted her buttocks to expose her asshole.
"You ready to get in there and stir my turds? I want my shit pushed. Are you
man enough to do it?"
"Bend over, bitch, and let me lube you up," said Abe as he took the tube of
K-Y out of her hand and unscrewed the cap. Anal intercourse was something Abe
liked but most women weren't up for it.
"I think we girls all want out shit pushed," said Candace as she bent down and
grabbed her ankles once again presenting her asshole to Abe.
"Lube me up and stick that black dick in my shitter," said Barbara to Leroy as
she leaned over a barstool. Kay and Patty followed suit and in a matter of
minutes the men were passing the tubes of K-Y around as they worked globs of the
lubricant into the assholes of each of the women. The ass fucking started.
Candace grunted as Abe worked his cock into her butt hole. Candace squeezed his
cock as soon as she felt his balls slap against her pussy. Candace turned her
head to speak, her body shaking with lust.
"Fuck my ass Abe, I'm a nasty girl. When you get shit on your dick, I'm going
to lick it off."
Abe pumped Candace's ass as she grunted. Around him the other three women were
having their shit stirred. When Leroy pulled his cock out of Barbara's ass, a
large glob of shit was on the tip of his pecker. He walked around to the other
side and stuck his shit-smeared cock against Patty's lips.
Eat it, you shit licking white whore," said Leroy smearing shit over Patty's
lips. Patty opened her mouth and took it in savoring the taste of Barbara's
shit. Leroy used the tip of his cock to push the shit off Patty's lips onto her
tongue.
Candace was alternating licking shit off Dan and Abe's cock. Both men dumped
her load in Candace's ass. After Candace had cleaned the shit off both their
cocks, she looked around to see that the men were finished. Candace was stroking
her clit as she turned to Barbara and spoke.
"I want to eat a hot one right out of your ass. Let's go in the bathroom."
Barbara didn't hesitate for one second. Everyone followed the two women into
the extra large master bath. Barbara squatted over Candace's open mouth and
grunted a couple of times.
"Look at that asshole pop open. What a beautiful turd. Came here baby and fall
right in Momma's mouth," said Candace as she reached up to lick the brown stick
slowly emerging from Barbara's anus. The girls played with their clits and the
guys stroked their cocks as they watched Barbara's asshole slowly open and a
soft brown turd appear. Candace arched her back to raise her head and wrap her
lips around the warm slug of shit. The eight watched in fascination as Candace
chewed and swallowed the shit as it slowly emerged.
"This is ordinarily way past my limits," thought Abe, "Normally, I'd leave
these shit eating whores in disgust and head back to base but I don't feel like
I have the will to do that. Candace is calling the shots. I'm just along for the
ride."
"Who wants their shit eaten? I need a hot turd to chew on," announced Patty
laying on her back and throwing open her mouth. Press walked over and squatted
over Patty's face. He spread his cheeks and began to slowly push out a light
brown soft stick of shit.
"Nice and gooey," said Patty as she consumed Press's shit.
"I need some of that," said Calvin as she joined Patty beneath Press's shit
spewing asshole. He and Patty shared parts of Press's bowel movement. They
tongue kissed swirling and mixing the shit in each other's mouth. Everyone
joined in the scat party. For the next twenty-five minutes, the six men and four
women ate warm shit as it emerged from each other's asshole. Gender didn't
matter. Abe later realized he had taken at least a small turd from each of his
five buddies as they had from his. It was after three in the morning when
Candace pushed everyone into the two bathrooms to shower off.
After everyone had found their clothes and dressed, Candace handed Abe the
keys to the limo.
"I don't want to bother Rhonda. Take everyone either home or to their car,"
said Candace who was still naked. Abe was seated in an armchair with Candace in
his lap. He was waiting for the others to finish dressing. Candace kissed Abe
running her tongue over his.
"You still got shit between your teeth. I like that in a man," said Candace.
"You are one crazy lady. I'll leave the limo on base," said Abe.
"No problem, Rhonda will arrange to pick it up."
"You wore us out, Candace. We're lucky tomorrow's going to be an easy day."
"Easy?"
"Yea, there is some Senator coming to look at our training program. My unit
was selected to host the Senator. The brass's PR guys make us pretend the
Senator's part of the program. That usually means we don't do shit because the
Army doesn't want to embarrass the visitors. So instead of running ten miles we
walk two. It's a fucking joke."
"That's good since you guys look a little beat and its after three," said
Candace kissing Abe goodbye as everyone left. The three women thanked Candace
profusely for giving them a wonderful time.
It was 0900 when Abe and his unit along with other members of the battalion
gathered on the parade ground to start the days training. There had been very
little time to talk at breakfast in the mess hall. The six were still tired from
last night's activities and the lack of sleep.
"That was God awful weird last night. I just hope it doesn't get around about
what we did," said Abe.
"I asked Patty to talk to Kay and Barbara about keeping their mouth's shut,"
said Mario.
"We'd be known as the 'Special Ops shit eaters', everyone on this base would
be laughing their ass off at us," said Calvin.
"What made us do that?" asked Press.
"Damned if I know, it was weird, that Candace had control over the women and
us," said Dan. "I could sense the force was with her."
"For the love of God, don't start that Star Wars shit," said Abe.
"Maybe she was just so fucking hot, we all went along with whatever she said,"
offered Press.
"I can't believe I went down on her right in front of you guys. Everyone knows
that Abe Sharpe doesn't eat pussy, let alone some whore's shit, that's sick,"
said Abe.
"Hey, not so loud, keep it down. But something was definitely out of control.
Or under Candace's control. You know Patty's sort of shy and inexperienced. I
thought the first time one of you grabbed her butt, she'd go catatonic and
scream her head off. Last night, she fucked all of you, ate pussy for the first
time ever, got fucked in the ass for the first time ever and swallowed a belly
full of shit. This morning before I left she told me she had a great time. I
couldn't shut her up about Candace. She went on and on about what a terrific
person she was," said Mario
"She must be great. I was down there eating Candace's shit right along beside
Patty, " said Calvin, and it was a loose turd too.
"You guys, I'm eating breakfast here. I won't be able to get these eggs down
if you keep it up. Let's talk about shit eating after chow," said Leroy.
The battalion came to attention as the general's staff car pulled up. A
lieutenant hurried to open the car door and out stepped Candace dressed in a
pair of army fatigues with the name 'Williams' stenciled across the pocket. The
general stepped out beside her.
"It's fucking her, we're dead, fucking dead," whispered Mario, "Patty kept
saying she was somebody."
"She's a fucking senator?" exclaimed Dan. "The Emperor in the last Star Wars
was a Senator."
"No talking in the ranks," hissed the Lieutenant standing nearby. The general
had assumed the podium and was starting to speak.
"We're very pleased to welcome one of our newly elected Senators, Candace
Williams from the state of Massachusetts. Senator Williams has made one of her
first priorities visiting this facility and taking a close look at our training
program for Special Operations personnel," said Lieutenant General Teller. The
general went on to explain that Senator Williams had been very helpful to the
Armed Services when she served in the House of Representatives and the Army was
looking forward to working even more closely with her now that she was in the
Senate and a member of the Senate Armed Services committee.
"I ate a hot turd right out of her asshole, that's cooperation," said Abe.
"Sharpe, shut the fuck up," said the Lieutenant in a harsh whisper.
After a few more preliminaries, Candace and the General appeared in front of
Abe and his unit.
"Sergeant Sharpe, this is Senator Williams. She'll be observing your training
activities today. Senator, we usually start with a two-mile run to get warmed
up. Your welcome to come along if you're a runner or you can wait here until the
Sergeant and his men return.
"Sergeant, two miles isn't very far. Is that your normal run?"
"No, ma'am. Usually its ten miles but we find that's a little much for
visitors."
"Let's do the ten mile run and if there's no objection, I'll set the pace,"
said Candace.
"None, Senator, if you're sure you are up to it. These men train every day.
Sergeant, use your radio if the Senator should need a break and I need to send
my car."
"Extraordinary woman," said the General to his aide after Candace and Abe's
unit departed, "she's been a real friend to the services ever since she came to
Congress. I just hope Sergeant Sharpe acts the diplomat."
"The Sergeant's a good soldier. He'll do the right thing," answered the aide.
"Senator Williams, would you mind slowing down, I'm not feeling well," said
Sgt Sharpe. They were almost at the five-mile post and would be turning back
soon. The men were covered in sweat and out of breath. Calvin and Mario were
unable to keep up and had fallen back.
"I'll reduce the pace. Are you feeling a little nauseated? Perhaps it was
something you ate, Sgt. Sharpe," replied Candace sounding as if she had been
walking, not running at a 4:30 per mile pace.
"You know what we ate. Listen we all had a really great time and really
appreciate your taking the time to entertain us. It was nice of you."
" I enjoyed it too, especially the part where we ate each other's shit after
we fucked each other's brains out. You got a nasty bunch, Sgt. Sharpe."
"About that, we'd like for word about that not to get around," said Sgt.
Sharpe.
"I promise, not a word will come from my shit stained lips," said a smiling
Senator Williams.
"Can we walk for a while, Senator, my legs are starting to cramp up" said Abe.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Senator Williams shook hands with
each member of the unit and said goodbye. She posed for pictures with each of
the soldiers. The General had given her a sweatshirt emblazoned with the 305th
Battalion of Special Operations crest. Sgt. Sharpe's men were exhausted. They
could barely walk. They collapsed when they got back to the barracks.
"The Senator is a cyborg, like in that movie, Terminator," said Press.
"No, I think she's a Jedi," said Dan.
"A Jedi, grow up, Dan, she's a nymphomaniac shit eating slut even if she is a
US Senator," replied Mario.
"Bullshit, Mario, it was like when Obi-Wan would tell the Storm Trooper to let
them by and he would just stand aside. She used the force to control us," argued
Dan.
"Terminator, Jedi, nymphomaniac, all I can say is that it was the weirdest
fucking experience of my life. She runs ten miles at a pace that would challenge
a professional long distance runner," said Abe.
"She speaks good Arabic. Farsi, and Persian, knows several dialects," said
Leroy.
"She won the knife throwing competition," said Press, "I haven't lost that in
three years even at battalion level."
"I think she set a new record for the obstacle course," said Dan. "It was
weird how she could climb a rope and my God did you see her jump. It was a good
ten yards."
"She's the best fuck I ever had. When your cock was in her cunt, it was like
it you had stuck it in a milking machine," said Calvin. "It extracted the jism
right out of your balls."
"Her ass was super tight and hot and it felt like it was massaging my cock
from the very tip to my balls," said Mario, "It was like it had a life all its
own."
"I heard the Lieutenant and the Captain talking and they were saying that one
day she may be our first female president," said Abe.
"My God, we fucked the next President in the mouth, pussy, and ass," added
Press.
"And we ate her shit, hot right out of the hole," said Leroy.
"I'll vote for her," added Calvin.
"Me too," said Abe.
Chapter 22 -Arlene - Part 1
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Candace translated the Portuguese as she read the note from Delgado.
My dearest Candace,
I would like to begin by offering you my warmest congratulations on your
recent election to Minority Leader of the US Senate. You serve as an inspiration
to all of us who follow the Master. I wish you every success in your new
position.
Senorina Arlene Fairchild, the lady whom you exiled to our safe keeping two
years ago attempted to persuade a customer of the brothel to aid her escape. She
had been repeatedly warned of the consequences of such action. The attempt was
unsuccessful, of course. Senor Enrique Podaris, the Manager of the Palace of
Sin, has taken no action in regard to this matter and awaits your instructions.
If you decide to sanction her termination, he plans to make her execution an
example to the other whores. Senor Podaris will make a video of her being eaten
alive by Timeca and Zuma, his pet jaguars. (If you are interested in a personal
copy of her execution, it will be my pleasure to provide it.)
Timeca and Zuma are magnificent animals whose species has been driven to the
brink of extinction by the destruction of the rain forest. On several occasions,
I have watched jaguars make a human kill. Invariably the pair mates immediately
afterwards and it is a moment of high eroticism to watch the male and female
engage in what in America would be called "very rough sex".
Senor Polaris found a journal in Ms. Fairchild's possessions that I have
enclosed. I thought you would enjoy reading it and it might help you to decide
her fate.
We await your decision as to how to resolve this matter.
Your most obedient servant in the work of the Master,
Delgado
Candace perused the thick spiral ring notebook that she had removed from the
courier envelope. It was less than five minutes since she had signed the
courier's log requiring her personally to acknowledge receipt of the package.
Candace was seated behind her desk in her new suite of offices in the Senate's
Russell Building. As Senate Minority Leader, Candace would be acquiring a larger
staff and the offices to accommodate them. Candace flipped open the cover of the
notebook. A lot of people had passed through Candace's life since that fateful
weekend at the Monastery of St. Therese; however she could recall the face of an
attractive young woman named Arlene Fairchild. Candace looked at the neat
penmanship of the first page then thumbed through the entire notebook noting
that it ended abruptly.
Poor little Arlene, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, maybe
you deserve a break thought Candace. She turned to the first page and began to
read.
Prologue
I recall the last book I read, a Daniel Steele novel, had a Prologue so I
decided to have one in my story. Of course, that was a novel and this is
autobiographical which probably means I'm doing something wrong. Although I was
a journalism major in college and worked at a newspaper, I have little idea how
to structure my biography. I'll just wing it and hopes it comes out all right. I
do recall all my professor's suggestions about making notes and organizing my
thoughts. However, I'm not going to be that formal. Here goes.
There's not much to do here at the Palace between customers other than watch
television. Writing an account of how I came to be in this awful place is a way
to pass the time. It's also a way to help me get through each day without going
insane. I'm sure no one will ever read this.
The idea of writing my story to make the days go quicker came to me when I saw
this unused spiral notebook lying on a shelf in Aurora's room. Aurora's the only
whore with a separate room. That's because she's Enrique's main girl and he
depends on her to help with running the business.
I was desperate for a way to occupy myself other than watching the soaps. I'm
not claiming to be an intellectual or anything like that. It's just the mind can
only take so many images of attractive well dressed people in clean and safe
places like Rio without attacking the television. Without too much effort, I
managed to talk Aurora out of the notebook. Luckily, she threw in a box of
medium blue ballpoints. I have no idea why Aurora had a blank notebook or the
pens.
Aurora grew up in a slum or favela in Sao Paulo. Oddly it was named City of
God. Can you believe that? Aurora can neither read nor write but she does fuck
like a well-trained brothel girl. Not surprising since she started when she was
twelve and both her mother and grandmothers were whores before her. That makes
her a third generation whore. Since she gets regular meals and no one beats the
shit out of her when they're drunk, Aurora regards the Palace as a step up in
the world. She's told me about what happens in the City of God. It's hard to
imagine people living that way.
Aurora like most whores is damn good at eating pussy. When she goes to work
on your cunt with her mouth and fingers, you know you're only moments away from
a prolonged mind blowing climax. She's had her head between my legs and I've
done the same for her. A whore will always tell you she'd rather suck a clit
than a dick. I guess that's logical given that dicks are work and clits are
leisure.
When Aurora offered me the notebook and pens, requesting nothing in return, it
struck me as odd. LaPenera is a cruel and unfeeling world and anything that
smacks of generosity or kindness seems out of place.
"Take these too, I'll never use them," said Aurora handing me the unopened box
of pens. The lettering on the outside of the box was in English just like they
were ordered from an office supply house in the states. How they came to be in a
mining town deep in Amazonia is a mystery. Maybe an American engineer left them
one night while getting laid at Enrique's Palace of Sin.
Aurora gave them to me soon after I arrived. At the time, Enrique was using
Naomi, Denise, Aurora, and myself to make a series of scat and fetish videos to
be sold through the Internet. Maybe the fact that the four of us were appearing
in the same videos made her feel sisterly. Maybe it was that she and I had spent
the day slowly eating each other's turds as we pushed them out of our assholes.
However, I doubt it. More likely, she was just getting rid of things she
couldn't use.
Shit, I'm getting ahead of myself plus this sounds entirely too maudlin. I'll
describe this place and what goes on here in the proper sequence of my story. A
good reporter tells her story in a straightforward manner that the average
reader can easily understand. One of my journalism professors at University of
New Hampshire used to say over and over again, "You're not trying to write War
and Peace, your trying to make sure that the brain dead prick who reads your
story at the breakfast table understands the simple fact that there were three
dead and two survivors in yesterday's crash on I-93."
Therefore for you brain dead pricks let me get my shit together and describe
events in the order they occurred. I apologize for the confused and disorderly
way this story began. Keep in mind, I'm not using word processing software but
writing this out in long hand. I can't go back and change the previous
paragraphs without making a bug fucking hash out of the notebook, so bear with
me. Also, I haven't written cursive in months actually years, and am out of
practice. I hope you can read my writing. Revisions aren't easy and there's no
spell checker. Please keep all this in mind and cut me some slack.
First, let's begin with some background material. You need to know that in
order to really understand how everything happened. I warn you that this is
neither a pretty story nor one for the kiddies.
My full name is Arlene Graham Fairchild. I am twenty-five years old. Parents
are Sara Graham Fairchild and Ralph Baker Fairchild. Mom works in the Manchester
Public Library and dad sells casualty insurance for New England Life. They are
unremarkable third generation New England Yankees. If you've even seen Thornton
Wilder's "Our Town" you knows what they're all about. In terms of the economic
ladder, I grew up lower middle class. I guess the fact that I always wanted to
move up the economic ladder was a factor in how everything turned out. Money
does play a role in my story.
I have a brother, Edward, who's three years older. Ed flies helicopters for
the US Army, 101st Airborne. I'm not sure where Ed's stationed now. He might be
in Afghanistan or Iraq. Last I knew it was Fort Campbell, Kentucky.
I was born, grew up, attended school, lived and worked in Manchester, New
Hampshire, the Granite State. That is until I found myself exiled in this Green
Hell they call the upper reaches of the Amazon (actually I'm on a tributary, the
Jivara River). For a girl who spent almost all her life in a state where the
motto is, "Live Free or Die" working as an indentured whore in a mining town
brothel is quite a leap.
They say if you try hard enough, you can always find something interesting or
unique about every individual on the planet. I'm going to write a few paragraphs
that you might think have nothing much to do with anything but they are very
important to my life story. Trust me before the end of this, you'll understand
why.
My hobby, avocation, life interest, whatever you choose to call it is Yoga. My
mother developed an interest in Yoga long before it became trendy. Mom got me
involved in Hatha Yoga when I was eleven. Children in India start at age five.
From the start, I loved it. Yoga, once you reach a certain level provides
incredible benefits to both mind and body. I was a certified Yoga instructor by
the time I was eighteen. During college, I made pocket money by teaching Yoga
classes to coeds three nights a week.
It was during my sophomore year at UNH that I moved beyond Hatha Yoga into
Tantric. The girl that ran the coed fitness program at UNH asked me to help her
develop a course for coeds who'd recently given birth and needed to repair that
muscle group known as the "Pelvic Floor". Pelvic Floor muscles control your
lower bowel, urinary tract and the lining of the birth canal. During childbirth,
these muscles get stretched to the maximum and loose their tone. As a result,
new mothers often suffer from a reduced capacity to control their bowel
movements and urination. They may also have lost muscle sensation in their
vagina. I'm sure you males have experienced one of your buds complaining that
the little woman's pussy could fit a bowling ball since she had bud junior.
Hang with me a moment. I'm getting to the point. Exercising the Pelvic Floor
group is difficult because they've inside your body. You can't see them. You
can't lift weights or use machines to re-tone them. One approach is the Tantric
form of Yoga that is centered on the muscles of the Pelvic Floor. During the
preparation for the course, the girl working with me contacted a company named
Peritron that manufactured devices that measured feedback for anal and vaginal
responses while performing Pelvic Floor Exercises based on Tantric Yoga.
Peritron at no cost agreed to provide the meters to the instructors and students
for the initial class. They were just introducing their products and hoped to
get some free publicity.
Stating it more plainly, Peritron made two types of feedback meters. For the
anal meter, you stick a probe up your ass that measures how tight you're
squeezing your butt muscles. There's a soft plastic four-inch probe connected
by a wire to a small meter that reads from one to ten. For the vaginal meter,
you insert six inches of probe in your vagina. The readout measures the strength
of your vaginal contractions. Now put Tantric Yoga exercises and the Peritron
meters together.
Picture Althea, the lady in charge of the program, and me instructing a class
of eight brand new mothers. Everyone is lying on her mat naked or semi-naked
with a tube of K-Y jelly nearby. During the first part of the class we stuck the
probe up our butt hole and performed Tantric exercises for the muscles that
control the sphincter and rectum. In the second part we put the six inches of
plastic probe inside our cunts, performed our vaginal exercises and read out
meters. These muscles control urination and the walls of your pussy. We write it
all down in a journal so we can track our progress.
After the first few classes, the results were gratifying. Several of the young
mothers commented that both them and their husbands were enjoying sex a lot
more.
"Tom says that the other night I gave him the best fuck ever," candidly stated
a little brunette who was married to one of UNH's football players. Well if you
and your classmates have been lying about with probes in your cunt, candor comes
easily.
"Have you tried anal since we started this? My boyfriend says my backdoor is
so much tighter," commented a coed who somehow hadn't learned that taking it up
the ass wasn't a fit topic for casual conversation.
I hadn't had a baby but I did find myself developing a set of cunt muscles I
had tremendous control over and could flex at will. I'd tried the keggle
exercises you read about in Cosmopolitan; but this was on a totally different
level. You have to understand that most of the young mothers did not have eight
years of Yoga background. I was amazed at what I could do with the Peritron
meters. I was the only person in the class who could reach ten on both meters.
Furthermore I could hold it for a full minute. Althea's maximum was eight and
that was for less than five seconds.
A guy I was dating at the time said I had become a "nut cracker". I'm not sure
how that term applied since I was squeezing his dick not his balls. I had also
improved control over my sphincter and not only did anal intercourse not hurt
like it used to, I positively enjoyed it.
I should also mention that Tantric Yoga does wonder for the female orgasm. You
gain control over when the "Big O" hits and you can make it happen big or small
depending on how you feel. For the right kind of cock, I practically stop
breathing when I climax. Guys say that I can literally suck the cum out of their
balls with my vagina.
The point of all this is my female parts are unusually well trained for sex.
(No wonder I found up in a brothel. I was training for it all my life. I just
didn't know it.) Combine that with the fact that I'm uninhibited, not squeamish
about body fluids even the kind that come out of a butt hole and have the
flexibility of an experienced Yoga instructor. If I really want to freak a guy
out, I get on my back and draw my legs up and lock my ankles behind my neck.
Once he's inside me, I squeeze his cock with my "nut cracker".
Some of my dates looked absolutely terrified when I do that. Others think it
is very sexy. I've seen more than my share of premature ejaculations. The end
result is an Arlene Fairchild who excels at one thing and that's "SEX". At UNH,
I developed a reputation as a "sexual athlete" and I must admit a slut. But the
slut part started years before and I was used to it. My sexual prowess got me a
lot of dates but no offers of marriage.
Guys are strange. They love great sex that just don't want to marry a girl
who's screwed enough to know how to give it to them.
I refer to think of myself as just a "great fuck". Being a great fuck and
having a willingness to use sex to get what I wanted turned out to be the two
major causes that brought me here to the Palace. I must also mention that greed
and ambition played a part.
I recently had my twenty-fifth birthday, not that anyone here baked me a cake
or sang "Happy Birthday". I'm still slender in spite of the high carb diet they
feed us. I guess my body's still attractive. Plenty of customers pick me when
I'm in the meat line downstairs. And I have developed a larger number of
regulars than any of the other whores.
Maybe all the fucking keeps me trim. If I ever get out of here (and that's
extremely doubtful) I'll document what we eat and sell it as the "brothel diet"
with the tag line, "Swallow all the sperm you want and still loose weight".
For those of you who need a mental picture, I'm 5'9" tall and 120 pounds. My
hair is blonde (dyed) and my eyes are green. My friends tell me that my legs are
my best feature. Perverts who are looking for something in my story to wack off
to should know that I'm a 34C. My nipples are sucked so often by customers, they
look like I'm breast-feeding. Before they were small and pink.
My figure is gym toned or at least it was. I'd continued spinning, yoga, and
Pilates after I graduated college. I suppose that's something we women do in
hopes of attracting Mr. Right. Now I keep in shape by fucking as many as thirty
gold miners a day. I have to admit that constant intercourse will keep a girl
toned. Even Denise has lost weight and looks a hell of a lot better that when
she got here. Anyhow, back to my resume vitae.
After high school in Manchester, I went off to college at the state
university, University of New Hampshire or UNH in nearby Durham, NH. Let's face
it. New Hampshire's a small state. Everything is nearby. I started out majoring
in Elementary Education. Later I switched to the School of Journalism. I had
come to realize the idea of working for a newspaper was a lot more exciting than
minding other people's brats.
Unfortunately, the US economy had tipped into a recession right when I got my
bachelors so jobs were scarce. My first six months after graduation, I worked
for minimum wage as a receptionist in my dad's insurance office. I was fortunate
to get that. Most of my fellow graduating students were working in the fast food
industry.
I got lucky when a girl friend told me that the Manchester Union Leader had an
opening for a cub reporter. By that time I was desperate. I was still living at
home. My mom kept asking when I planned to leave the nest, get married, and
start my own family. She wasn't very subtle about it either. Our conversations
went like this.
"You dad and I got married the day after I graduated."
"I know, you took the last good man," I countered.
"What ever happened to that boy Perry you dated when you were a senior at UNH?
He asked you to marry him."
"He moved to the West Coast." I didn't feel like explaining to her that Perry
and I broke up because he insisted on wearing my clothes. He ruined a dozen pair
of pantyhose and never offered to pay for them. He was more girl friend than boy
friend. We used to sit in this large bathtub and shave each other's legs. The
fact is that after six months of living with my parents, I was considering
looking up Perry to see if he was still available. That was when a friend told
me that the Union Leader was going to advertise for a reporter. The friend said
that if I got there before they advertised and were deluged with applications, I
might get the job.
I dressed in the dark blue power suit I kept for job interviews and presented
myself at the personnel office of The Manchester Union Leader. I put on my most
determined look and demanded an interview. Now for those of you who do not know,
the Union Leader is after the Boston Globe, the largest and most prestigious
newspaper in New England. It's very conservative Republican. You might recall
they're the newspaper that printed such mean stories about Edmund Muskie, a
liberal Democrat who was running for President, that he cried on their office
steps. The tears didn't go over well with the voters and Senator Muskie was
forced to withdraw from the Presidential primary. To the mean assholes that
manage the paper, that's their favorite story.
After some preliminaries in Personnel, I found myself being interviewed by the
Assistant Editor for News, David Smyth. The lady in Personnel informed me that
Mr. Smyth had the final say of who got the position. David Smyth was in his mid
thirties, kept an unlit cigar in this mouth and was obese to the point that
cardiac arrest seemed an immediate possibility. I later found out he was married
and had four boys. That in no way stopped him from communicating to me exactly
what I had to do to get the job. Of course, I started off by telling him how
desperate I was.
"Mr. Smyth, I'll do anything to work at the Union Leader. My family supports
the Leader's editorial policies and they're excited about the possibility of my
employment. I'm open on salary, assignments, anything. Just tell me what it
takes and I'll do it." I guess my opening statement signaled my willingness to
spread my legs if that would affect the hiring decision. Looking back I guess I
wasn't very subtle.
"Ms. Fairchild, the problem is you have no actual newspaper work experience.
I'd be taking a serious risk if I hired you."
"Mr. Smyth, I won't let you down. I'll work twenty four hours a day if I need
to." I flashed a smile thinking that a little flirting wouldn't hurt. My friends
have always said my legs are my best feature. I had sized Mr. Smyth up as a
legman from the way he looked at them when I walked into the office. He quickly
stood up and suggested we sit over at a couch and chair group in the corner of
his office. He didn't want the desk blocking his view of my legs. I sat down
letting my skirt ride up a little. God, how I wanted that job? He'd mentioned my
lack of experience as an obstacle but quickly came up with a solution.
"I could train you myself but that would have to be away from the office. The
paper doesn't provide any on the job training."
"Certainly, anywhere, just name it." I was a drowning girl willing to grab any
life preserver even if it was shaped like the boss's cock.
"Do you have an apartment we could use?"
"Not at the moment but if I get this job, I'll get one. I'm still living at my
folks."
"How soon could you get your own place?"
"Immediately." That was true. I had some money saved up. First months rent and
security deposit were already in my bank account. I'd even found a place that
was decent and that I could afford.
"You understand what I saying here?" At that point, Mr. Smyth who had been
sitting across from me opened his legs and ran his hand over his crotch. Well if
I didn't understand what was involved I certainly did after he pawed his dick.
You're probably saying that couldn't happen in this age of sexual harassment
lawsuits and EEOC claims. Well, tell that to the management at the Union Leader.
My answer signaled my willingness to play David's game.
"Any help you could give me would be deeply appreciated. I'll do everything
possible to learn what's required to do the job exactly as you want it done."
Those were code words for "Yes, after I get the job and lease an apartment, you
can come over and fuck me any way you want."
The bottom line is I was perfectly willing to have sex with him if he gave me
a job. I know today's women are supposed to have principles and values that
prevent us from trading our bodies for favors. According to all the feminist
tracts I read in college, exploiting our bodies for male favors and acceptance
is not acceptable behavior in the America of today. Being an intelligent and
college-educated female should mean that men are to be treated as equal partners
in life not as someone we must please and act subservient to. Too bad it doesn't
work that way in reality.
I know women are not supposed to put up with that shit anymore. Tell that to a
twenty two year old girl who's been living with her parents for the last six
months. Something that happened right before I graduated illustrates how I felt
about the issue of quid pro quo when it comes to sex. I have time to digress. No
miners will show up for several hours.
I had been out with three of my girl friends to celebrate finishing our
degrees. I'd been drinking Cuervo Gold margaritas, the kind that slides down so
easily you forget how potent they are. I was more than a little drunk when I
decided to drive back to the dorm. I wasn't dating anyone at the time. I was
having trouble controlling the car when I saw blue lights flashing in my rear
view mirror. "Oh shit," I said as I sobered up pretty quick and guided the car
to the side of the road. First offence for DUI in the Granite State is a
mandatory six-month suspension of your driver's license. I was about to pee
myself when this local cop, thank God it wasn't the state highway patrol, taped
on my window.
He looked at my license then asked me to get out of the car. Since I couldn't
touch my nose, stand on one foot, or walk a straight line plus I smelled like an
open bottle of tequila, I found myself in the back of his patrol car on my way
to jail. I decided to try tears and a little pleading to see if he would let me
go. The cop wasn't moved by any of that. However, his attitude changed when in
desperation I blurted out an offer he was forced to give serious consideration.
"I'll suck you off if you let me go."
"You're kidding."
"No, you don't arrest me, take me back to the dorm and I'll suck your cock."
"You'll let me cum in your mouth. I like my pipe to be drained," said the
policeman as we entered the negotiation phase.
"I'll take everything you give me and swallow it. You can fuck me too if you
want." Actually, I was desperate to keep my license. I was also drunk and horny.
"Blowjob will have to do it. I'm married. I don't dip my wick in strange tail.
I might bring something home to Momma."
If I have any regret in life, it's that all the married men who've fucked me
over the years didn't get a case of the clap and then infect the little woman at
home. I'd have loved to hear her complaining to hubby, "I can't tinkle and it's
all your fault."
I'd made him an offer he couldn't refuse. (I've got to keep tired old cliches
like that out of my writing.) When we got back to my dorm, he parked in a remote
space and got in the back seat. I had sobered up enough to give him the best
blowjob I knew how. I let him play with my tits while I blew him. I repeated my
offer to fuck him but he declined restating his fear of catching an STD from a
college girl slut. He sent me on my way with a stern warning about the dangers
of driving and drinking. When I climbed out of the police cruiser, the smell of
his sperm on my breath covered the tequila.
Yes, I sucked off a cop who had pulled me over for weaving across the yellow
line. What's better, a quick ten minutes of oral sex in the back of a police
cruiser or spending six months ridding the bus? It's a question that if you put
to all the married and unmarried women of America, you might find me with the
majority. I read somewhere that cops frequently get offered sex by women trying
to avoid arrest for traffic violations.
I'd learned at an early age that I had something between my legs that men and
boys were willing to trade almost anything for. I also leaned there was a great
of pleasure to be had from making the trade. When I was fourteen, my brother Ed
was the captain of the basketball team and about the most popular junior class
boy in my high school. I wanted to hang out with him and his teammates more than
anything in the world. But what seventeen-year-old boy wants his freshman kid
sister around?
Mine certainly didn't in spite of my practically begging him. Being a helpful
sibling who cleaned his room and washed his clothes didn't get me anywhere
either. One night, I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me on
the way back to my room. Ed was waiting to use the bathroom. He had a date and
had been pounding on the door for the last ten minutes. Yes, we were poor and
the house had only one bathroom. As I appeared in the doorway, Ed playfully
tried to give me a swat on the fanny for making him late. When I jumped to the
side, the towel came loose. All of a sudden, I was standing there totally nude.
Ed looked embarrassed and reached down to the floor to pick up the towel.
"Sorry, Arlene, here," said Ed handing me back the towel while his eyes darted
between my boobs and the patch of dyed blonde hair covering my pussy. I found
myself turned on by the idea of Ed seeing me naked. I took the towel and instead
of wrapping it back around me. I just held it and stood there naked.
"Do you think my boobs will be as big as Mom's?" I put my hands under them and
lifted them up so Ed could make an accurate assessment. Okay, I was a slut
wantabe at fourteen. I also thought my brother was damn sexy. I always say if a
girl's got an attractive older brother that's the place to lose your virginity.
Why rely on some asshole that you don't know that well and may not know what
they're doing? Besides, older brothers secretly fantasize about screwing their
younger sisters so they're primed and ready to go. I may have more about this
topic later.
"Yea, sure, even bigger maybe, they look great. I hadn't realized yours had
started to grow." Ed was working hard to stay cool.
"Are mine as firm as Darlene's?" Darlene was co-captain of the cheerleading
squad and a total slut. She and Ed had been dating since school started last
fall. A couple of times I had spied on Ed and Darlene making out on the couch
after mom and dad went to sleep. Darlene's tits weren't all that great but she
certainly made them accessible. I thought mine were a little larger, had a
better shape, and my nipples went out further when I played with them.
"They look very firm," was all Ed could manage. He was wearing a pair of gym
shorts and they were poking out nicely in front. He seemed mesmerized by my
breasts.
"Feel them, then tell me honestly, who's got the firmest tits, me or Darlene?"
I stepped forward to where my boobs were practically under his chin. His cock
was poking against my belly. I squirmed around a bit so it rubbed across my
navel. Ed slowly reached up to feel me. He was moving like he was part of a bomb
disposal team trying to decide whether to cut the red wire or the blue wire. His
hands were shaking and he hesitated. At times like those, you just have to love
men. All bluster and brag with their buddies but when its time to grab their
sister's boobs, their knees turn to water. I grabbed his wrists and placed both
his hands on my boobs then I leaned in and gave him the hottest and wettest
tongue kiss I could come up with.
You all ready know high school girls will do anything to be popular or at the
least, hang out with the popular students.
"Why'd you do that?" asked my dumb ass about-to-be-seduced sweetheart of a
brother.
"I wanted to. You're my brother and I love you. I want you to be my first." I
made my intentions plain. It was true. Ed was nice looking, had a terrific body
and I felt comfortable with him. A lot of girls I met in college who had an
older brother let them take their virginity. Some didn't exactly let them. Older
brothers tend to be bigger and stronger. Anyway, I seduced Ed not the other way
around. Although he later admitted, I had been a major character in his
masturbatory fantasies.
The parents were out at a movie so it took only a few seconds for Ed to dash
into the bedroom and grab a condom out of their hiding place. Then he took me to
my bedroom and mounted me without foreplay. That didn't matter. I was wet as
only a fourteen-year-old girl can be. Ed used his hard cock to part my pussy
lips with a couple of up and down swipes. Boy did that feel heavenly. I couldn't
wait for him to slide into my cunt. He worked the head into my hole and lunged
forward without fanfare.
I guess he'd been thinking about doing that for quite a while because he
quickly blew his load. It was goodbye to virginity. Ed's was my first real cock.
I'd been secretly borrowing Mom's dildo/vibrator for the past several months so
there wasn't any pain just a lot of pleasure as he slid inside me. My vagina was
already trained to open up and get wet when it had company.
I screwed Ed that night because I wanted him to like me and include me in his
group. I have to add I was also curious and looking back on it, horny. It worked
plus I learned that having a man's erect penis inside your vagina felt even
better than I thought it would. That night I discovered how much I liked to
fuck. I liked it a lot. Well, what girl other than a lesbian doesn't, really?
Aren't we genetically engineered to think having a man's penis inside your
vagina is just this side of heaven?
Ed canceled his date with Darlene and screwed me three times that first night.
Plus he introduced me to the fine points of sucking his dick. Giving head was
also a turn on for me. I particularly liked the sensation of a man's cock
spurting cum in my mouth. Semen tastes warm and salty. Giving head was another
advantage for a young girl who wanted to be part of the in crowd. Willingness to
take a soft cock, get it hard with your mouth and patiently suck dick until you
swallow their load makes a girl very popular with her male classmates.
Afterwards, Ed was scared to death, I'd tell Mom and Dad so the next time I
asked to be included in Ed's clique, he was afraid to say no. I mentally made
the connection between putting out and getting what I wanted when he said,
"Sure, you can go". I had been expecting, "No, you're just a kid."
And the fact I was willing to screw his teammates made them eager to accept
Ed's horny little kid sister. Ed wasn't the kind of brother who assumed that
protecting his sister's virtue was his responsibility. Quickly, I became the
basketball teams combination mascot and slut. By the end of the season, I'd done
the entire team and the manager, you know the one who hands out towels and keeps
track of the practice balls.
For the next two years, I regularly went down for Ed and a good dozen of his
high school buds. When I reached sixteen my parents allowed me to date. My
willingness to have sex on the first and all subsequent dates assured me a
steady stream of partners. I was living proof of the old adage, "Good girls go
to Heaven, and bad girls go everywhere."
The bottom line is that I grew up viewing sex as a commodity I enjoy trading
in. I'm willing to barter when there is something I want. And perhaps the saving
grace was that I enjoyed consummating the deal. They say a great job is getting
paid for doing what you like to do. When you look at it that way, I suppose it's
not surprising I wound up here at the Palace of Sin.
While David Smyth wasn't anybody's idea of Mr. Perfect, he had something I
needed badly. I think you have enough background to form an opinion of me,
basically a not to bad looking New Hampshire miss with a strong desire for cock
and female parts trained to make the most of it. I hope you don't view me too
harshly. I'll begin with the day my troubles started.
Chapter 23 - Arlene Part 2
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"Look me in the eye, slut and beg me to piss in your whore's mouth," said
David standing over me in the shower stall. I was in the slut's position, on my
knees with his cock in my mouth.
It was Wednesday afternoon and David and I were taking a long lunch. I'd been
working at the paper for almost six months. Lunch didn't mean a leisurely meal
at a good restaurant. It meant fast food burgers and fries that we ate in bed in
between fucks. By the way, I usually bought lunch.
One look at the way David organized his office desk even lining up his pens in
a certain order should have tipped me off that screwing David to get a job
wasn't going to be a couple of rolls in the hay and done. He was one of those
over organized people who drive the rest of us insane. Fucking me every other
week became a habit the first day I started.
"Mark the first, third and fifth Wednesday of each month for a lunchtime
training session at your place," said David that first day.
"Some month's don't have five Wednesdays," I replied.
"Those will be your unlucky months," said David trying to be cute.
As soon as I got to my desk, I marked "FD" for "fuck David" on my appointment
calendar on the designated Wednesdays. When I told my girlfriend, Leslie, about
my schedule, she commented, "At least you're getting some cock, it's been months
since I had a fuck." Leslie was a twice-divorced mother of two. She and I spent
our Friday and Saturday nights at Manchester or Boston clubs looking for Mr.
Right. About all we ever found were married guys out to score at piece on the
side.
In the last two months, Leslie had gained twenty pounds she definitely didn't
need. Heavy girls don't get much play even from desperate married types. It's a
thin woman's world out there.
Lately, sex with David had gotten a little kinky. I didn't mind. I would have
gone out of my head if it were the same every other week. You know what they say
about variety.
We always started out in the shower for which I was grateful. David was
overweight, inclined to sweat profusely at the slightest physical effort, and a
cigar smoker. A little soap and water made that vast expanse of flesh more
tolerable.
When David made his announcement that lucky Arlene was going to get a mouthful
of piss to swallow, he was leaning against the back of the shower stall. I was
on my knees sucking his cock as the water cascaded down his body. Any girl that
gives head in a shower knows the feeling of drowning. Your mouth is tightly
wrapped around his cock while water cascades off his body into your nostrils.
Still, it felt good to have a warm dick in my mouth.
I was holding his cock up with one hand while I licked the underside along
that seemingly useless ridge of skin that starts right under the tip and travels
down to the balls. Guys like you to trace the route with the tip of your tongue.
A few tracings followed by some serious licking of his scrotum then the part
where I took each of his nuts in my mouth and sucked it gently were a small part
of my extensive oral repertoire.
I'd place my other hand between his skinny legs where it was buried between
his cellulite dotted butt cheeks. David's butt was big but flabby and therefore
easy to part. My index finger was ticking the hemorrhoid flesh that made his
asshole look like a roughed up cabbage. Why is it that men who would go
ballistic at the suggestion they might be gay, love the feeling of a girl's
finger or tongue in their asshole?
My knowledge base of male sexual anatomy included the location of the prostate
gland. The prostate is pretty useless except for those moments you give his hole
two inches of your index finger and a little prostate rub. For those minutes,
the guy is in love with you and wants you to become his permanent inamorata.
Once your finger's out, you're just another nasty slut that no decent man would
want for a wife.
I suppose my resentment at having to fuck my fat boss in order to get and keep
my job is showing. David really wasn't all that bad. He was just a guy
exercising his economic power over a female in order to satisfy his perverse
sexual needs. What could be wrong with that?
At that phase in our lovemaking, David decided it was time to introduce what
he referred to as "kink". I would have used the more accurate terms "golden
showers" or "water sports" but David was the boss so "kink" it was.
Kink, oral sex, and things anal were sexual practices David reserved for his
office slut. His wife, Denise, was some magical, sacred creature whose pussy was
only available in the missionary position. Later I found out that was his idea
not hers. He actually revered her in a strange sort of way, placing her on a
pedestal because she carried the dual titles of wife and mother. I once asked
him if Denise was good at giving head. His reply amazed me.
"I couldn't ask the mother of my boys to put her mouth on my cock. That would
be sacrilegious."
"Why not?" I relied wondering why there was such a difference in his attitudes
toward Denise and myself. After all, I was a valued co-worker who was doing a
damn good job of helping to get the Union out each day.
"Those lips kiss my children before they go to bed and leave for school," said
David with an air of solemnity.
"And you think they could smell your cock and semen when she gave them a good
morning peck?" We were in bed when I broached this topic so I playfully leaned
down and smelled his cock. It did smell like semen and my pussy.
"No, Arlene, that's disgusting, it's the thought. A mother is an awesome, holy
thing. I couldn't defile her."
"How about anal? I assume the boys don't kiss her ass."
"For Christ's sakes, Arlene, Denise is the mother of children. Besides, she
would never allow that. She'd think it was perverted." That was another thing
he had wrong about Denise but I'll tell you later.
I have to add that Denise like David wasn't svelte and maybe the missionary
position was all they were physically capable of. I had met Denise several times
when she had come by the office for some reason. We're talking Size 16 here with
one of those broad butts that seem far too wide for a Y class airline seat but
somehow manage to wedge into it.
It's always a little weird to meet a wife whose husband you're fucking.
Things like 'does she know?' and 'what would she do if she found out?' cross
your mind. One fateful Wednesday, she was waiting when we returned from out
luncheon fuck. She'd dropped by unexpectedly to have him sign some papers for
the new home they were buying.
Denise hadn't met me before and she gave me a strong once over when David and
I came rushing in from ninety minutes of sordid sex. There I was saying it's so
nice to meet you and David's always talking about you and the boys while David's
semen was slowly dribbling out of my cunt.
Later I spoke to him about it.
"Think she suspects anything," I asked.
"Of course not, she trusts me implicitly," said David. "She takes her wedding
vows seriously."
The duplicity of the married man knows no limits. I use to fantasize how David
would react if he came home unexpectedly and found Denise in bed with Lester,
the huge black man who ran the paper's loading dock. I could picture Denise's
large white zit-covered derriere up in the air with Lester's long black pecker
deep in her ass and David standing in the bedroom door with his mouth open.
Of course that was my fantasy. David's reality was that Denise was Mother
Theresa and I was the whore of Babylon.
"Please piss in my whore's mouth, David, please, I want to drink your piss," I
moaned responding to his request that we start the kink portion of the program.
I held my mouth wide open to emphasize my willingness.
"You're a piss drinking slut, aren't you," said David?
"I need it David. I need you to fill my slut's belly with your golden pee. I
want it. I want it badly. Please David," I positively whined. I had been working
on my begging and pleading during sex with David. In front of a mirror, I had
practiced the facial expressions of a woman who desperately need to swallow her
lover's urine.
"Time to drain the pipe, you piss drinking slut," said David as a frown of
concentration appeared on his forehead.
About a month before, David had gotten into water sports. The first couple
of times time he had made me lay down in the shower stall while he pissed over
me from head to toe. The next time, he made me hold my mouth open while he
pissed in it and it dribbled out over my tits. I was directed to rub it into my
breasts and play with my pee covered nipples. But for the last couple of
Wednesday sessions, it had been his desire to piss directly in my mouth so I
could swallow it.
Of course, I was required to swallow every drop. I mentally prepared for my
mouth to be flooded with warm piss. For those of you who've never had a mouth
full of urine, I'll say it's not that bad; but it's definitely an acquired
taste. The trick is to swallow frequently. If you wait until your mouth is full,
it's difficult to gulp it down, especially with an erect cock spewing piss
directly at the opening of your throat.
I'm enough of a sexual head case to consider swallowing your lover's urine a
turn on. I recognize the average woman's revulsion at the idea but let's face it
sisters, we're not all programmed the same way. The nasty disgusting stuff makes
some of us horny.
I sucked slowly as David concentrated his forces. In a moment, he got his flow
going. It always began as a tiny warm trickle and quickly gained volume. He is a
big man who drinks eight or more cups of coffee every morning. I suspected that
on our Wednesdays he held off going to the little boy's room so he could let the
office slut swallow a good quart of slightly aged Smyth pee.
"Here it comes, slut, swallow daddy's tinkle," David whispered as he got his
flow started. He had good control and could make it last. I massaged his balls
and finger fucked his butt hole as I dutifully swallowed. My nose filled with
the aroma of strong urine and my taste buds considered rebelling when they first
identified the flavor of piss. I controlled my desire to retch as I banished all
negative thoughts associated with piss drinking. I'd read in Cosmopolitan that
health wise, drinking urine was safe. I told myself it was very sexy as I took
my hand off his nuts and stroked my clit.
I got into the process. Mouth gets half full then take a quick gulp to empty
oral cavity then repeat until flow stops and you can take a final swallow. Next
open wide, look up, and let the shower wash your mouth out. At this point, I was
very conscious that my stomach was full of the noxious liquid. You definitely
know when you have a belly full of urine.
David announced, "Daddy's pipe is drained." Lately he had been getting into
this father daughter role-playing. I wondered if at some point I wasn't going to
end up dressed as Shirley Temple sucking "daddy's great big dick."
I looked up and gave him a "that was so fucking hot, lover" look and went back
to sucking his cock. Before very long, there was a layer of semen floating
nicely on a quart of strong yellow inside Daddy's little angel or was I Daddy's
little slut. Given it wasn't my first piss and cum cocktail slut was more
accurate.
Sexual relations with a man go through a progression from exciting to kinky to
bizarre to boring. David and I were in the kinky phase preparing to move on to
bizarre.
David was 5'9" and weighed 250. He had skinny pale legs, little stick like
arms, flabby, dimpled butt and a perfectly round beer belly. He had lost most of
his hair and resembled a monk with a tonsure. Physically, David's physique
reminded me of a fully inflated hot air balloon. I used to fantasize he was Brad
Pitt or Antonio Banderas when we fucked. It helped sometimes.
After we got out of the shower and dried off, he climbed on my bed on all
fours and presented me his upturned rear. It was time for more kink of the anal
variety. God when I look back on it, he really took advantage of me. Whatever
weird perverse acts he dreamed up, he just assumed I would be his willing
partner. And unfortunately for me, he was right. I just took the attitude he was
the boss. I'd agreed to fuck him anyway he wanted if he gave me a job. In
reality I was just living up to my end of the bargain.
He reached back and grabbed his butt cheeks to spread them so I could have
easy access to an anus decorated with some serious hemorrhoid scars.
"Suck my shit hole, slut, while you play with my dick."
This was also something new that he must have learned from the Internet.
Surfing porn Web sites occupied ninety percent of David's workday. Gamely, I
nosed between his ass cheeks and placed my lips around the brow pucker of his
anus and began the rhythmic sucking, licking, and tongue probing that I figured
he wanted. His previous bouts of piles meant there was plenty of extra tissue
to work with.
No matter how carefully we showered and I even went to the trouble of
personally soaping up his asshole, there always seemed to be a little bit of poo
in some crevice that my tongue eventually found. That day I distinctly recall
that after I managed to loosen him up with a lip massage around his anal ring,
the tip of my tongue was rewarded with a quarter size dollop of brown caviar
that I forced myself to swallow.
All right, it was a piss and cum cocktail with a small turd as a garnish.
It's a good thing we can't see what's inside our stomach. Writing this down
makes it seem even worse. I played the shit eating whore part to the hilt when I
realized what was on my tongue.
"Look, Daddy, look at what your baby girl's got," I said sticking out my
tongue to show him the tiny turd perched on the tip.
"Isn't that sweet? And what does Daddy's little angel want to do with daddy's
poo?' said David.
"I want to eat it if you want me too," I said managing to talk with a piece of
shit in my mouth. Try it yourself sometime. It's not all that easy.
"All right, you chew it up and swallow while Daddy watches," said David.
It's not polite to chew with your mouth open unless you're masticating
somebody's shit and they want to watch. Open mouthed I worked on that turd like
it was a chocolate truffle then made a big production out of swallowing. David
loved it.
David's awareness that I was having a bite of his shit got him ready to
penetrate me. Let's face it. The dirtier and more degrading the sex is for the
woman, the more the man likes it.
By that time, he was hard again, so I got on my back, spread my legs and
helped him mount me.
"Daddy loves it when he smells his caca on his little girl's breath." I've
already mentioned that David engaged in a certain amount of father and daughter
fantasy when we fucked. God knows why. David squeezed my nipples as he struggled
to get on his knees between my legs. It was probably a good thing all his
children were boys.
He had a sizeable cock that wasn't circumcised, a novelty for me. There's no
question in my mind that circumcised cocks are cleaner and healthier but there's
something about the smell and taste you get when you pull back the foreskin and
take it in your mouth that turns me on. Uncut cocks smell kind of funky and you
get the erotic feeling of unwashed nasty sex. I consider that the best kind.
David finally got in position, spread my pussy lips, and fingered me for a
minute in his idea of foreplay. Romantic part over, he worked his prick inside
me. That always felt good and I moaned loudly to show I was appreciative of his
efforts. I repeatedly grunted when he began his in-and-out routine. Guy's tell
me I'm a noisy fuck and they like that. I moan, grunt, curse, pump my pussy and
squeeze my cunt muscles all in a demonstration that Arlene Fairchild loves it
when there's cock in her hole.
I was always a little concerned when we fucked missionary style that he would
have a massive heart attack and I would be trapped underneath him. If I weren't
smothered to death, I would starve unless someone broke in and rescued me. I
fantasized once that a couple of hunky fireman would break down the door, roll
the deceased off me and then take his place. I admit to an active imagination.
After my preliminary blowjob, he wasn't going to come quickly so I relaxed and
fucked him back as he pumped away. I've already told you about Tantric Yoga,
biofeedback devices and pelvic floor exercises. David was in total awe of my
cunt. He was always saying I was the best fuck he ever hired. You might note he
wasn't saying I was the best reporter.
Having the kind of pussy that guys love takes continual maintenance. At least
three times a day I sat at my desk at work doing my Tantric exercises. I've
gotten even better at it after graduation.
I can honestly say they work. I orgasm quickly and can keep climaxing until
I'm a head case. But with David, I keep it under control. He might resent it if
he thought I was enjoying it more than he did. Finally, when he dumped his
second load; I did the Tantric thing, centered my being on my cunt, clenched my
teeth and hit a final crashing 'Big O'. It also insured that my "nut cracker"
got the very last drop of jism deposited in my box, right where it belonged. It
took a little milking to get all his spunk in my hole.
After those Wednesday fucks, when I'm back at work and feel it slowly oozing
out of me, I get turned on. So turned on, I head to the Ladies Room and jerk
off. Actually that jerk off was the best sex of my Wednesday afternoons with
David.
David fell off to the side breathing heavily. David was not in good shape.
That was the signal for me to open the bags of burgers and fries so David could
thicken the rings of plaque that were slowly closing off his arteries. Actually,
it hadn't been too bad. I have to admit I looked forward to my every other week
sessions with David. A girl needs a certain amount of sex even if it isn't the
greatest. The kinky parts had a certain lurid fascination for me. Most guys I
dated wanted a quick blowjob followed by an even quicker fuck then home to the
wife. For some reason, I seemed to attract more than my share of married men.
"I got a special assignment for you," said David as he pushed a handful of
fries in his mouth. The reader should note that this is where it all begins.
"Really, what?" I had to work hard to hide my excitement. During the first six
months, I had covered every boring event that managed to make its way into the
Union Leader. Weddings, flower shows, antique fairs, all the crap that nobody
ever actually reads. I had also become the reigning queen of obituaries. I was
desperate for something exciting like an axe murder or a rape.
"You know Senator Candace Williams?" asked David.
"I know of her. I don't know her."
"The Managing Editor wants some dirt on her."
"Everybody say she's squeaky clean."
"Nobody in politics is squeaky clean, especially someone who shoots up the
ladder that fast. Five years ago, no one ever heard of her. Now's she's going to
be Ted Kennedy's replacement."
"So what do they want me to do?"
"Investigate, you're a reporter aren't you? Dig something up."
"I appreciate you giving me this assignment but couldn't you just give me a
hint about where to start. Is there some kind of weird sex in her background?" I
gave David a little encouragement by placing my hand that was smeared with
grease from the French fries on his pecker and giving it a squeeze.
"No, not sex but that would be great if you found out she was fucking around.
The rumor is that when she first ran for Congress, she was on a tight deadline
to get names for her petition to qualify for the ballot. Supposedly, the Pagans
went out and got her 15,000 names almost overnight. At least that's the rumor."
"Pagans as in the biker gang?"
"Yes, those Pagans, plus they say her campaign staff and personal body guards
are made up of Amazons, the lesbo biker affiliate of the Pagans. That's more
than a rumor. Kyle recognized some of her security as definitely Amazon and he
saw two guys in her entourage that were Pagans he recognized from a rape trial
he covered a few years ago."
"But if she was connected to bikers wouldn't the Boston Globe or someone had
published something before now. She been in the House two terms and replacing
Senator Kennedy is certainly high profile."
"Supposedly, she has friends in high places. Hell I don't know. You want the
assignment or not?"
"I want it." I said truly excited that I was being given a chance to show I
was better than my current job. I threw my arms around David and kissed him to
show my appreciation. I got to be on top for the final fuck. This was the part
where I played cowgirl. I impaled myself on his fat tool and worked my clit
while David in a moment of graciousness tweaked my nipples. He pinched and
pulled my nipples until I felt pain but it was a good kind of pain in an S&M
fashion. Why do we women like a little tit torture? Having as man's cock in my
love tunnel, his nails digging into my breasts and my fingers rubbing my clit in
a blur is all it takes to get me off. David popped for the third and last time
so I released my own orgasm as I squeezed every last drop of juice from his
pecker. It wasn't great sex but it wasn't bad either.
So when I drove back to work, I was for the first time in months excited about
my job. I had piss in my belly, cum in my twat and a song in my heart.
The fact that the Union Leader desired some dirt on Candace Williams wasn't
surprising. Senator Elect Candace Williams was a centrist Democrat and the Union
Leader was only a tiny click of the dial away from far right wing Republican.
Fucking over Democrats was the Union Leader's specialty.
Chapter 24 Arlene Part 3
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After the usual blowjob, water sports, and two fucks we hurried back to the
office. I think everybody at the Manchester Union from the cleaning crew to the
publisher knew that David Smyth was screwing me every other Wednesday. Earlene,
the receptionist, always gave me this special smile when we returned on those
Wednesdays. It was sort of a, "I know what's oozing out of you twat, you trashy
whore" look. I'd just smiled back in a "At least I'm getting some cock you dried
up old maid" expression. Work is not always a nice place.
The relaxed, placid expression on David's normally stressed out kisser
broadcast the story to everyone. The knowing looks and off color comments of
David's water cooler buddies signaled that he was bragging to everyone that I
was whoring for him. I suppose if you going to act like a whore, you shouldn't
be too concerned when you're treated like one.
On the other hand, maybe I'm imagining all that. The Union's reporters aren't
dumb and they're trained to be observant. The simple fact that we both took a
two hour lunch every over Wednesday was a rather unmistakable clue.
I'd considered writing a magazine article with a working title of 'The Role of
Whores in the Modern Office". Keep in mind up until that day; my career at the
Manchester Union wasn't exactly on the fast track. If I could get something
published in a national magazine like Time or the Atlantic Monthly, I could
apply at the Boston Globe or even the NY Times. The basic thesis of my article
was that far from being a way to get a better job or a raise, most women slept
with their boss just to keep their job and avoid being hassled.
The image of the office whore is someone of limited ability or lack of work
ethic that gets ahead in the corporate world by spreading her legs for the boss.
I happened to know of a few females at the paper in my situation and they were
like me, fucking the boss to keep the paycheck coming. Surprisingly, two of them
were married and their husbands knew and didn't object. Let's face it. The
bottom line is that we all have to eat and if that means the wife goes down for
her manager, then that's all part of the corporate survival game.
Anyway, I returned that day with a whole new attitude. I had an interesting
new assignment that if I handled it right, the Manchester Union's management
just might think of me as something more than David's every other Wednesday
piece of ass.
If there was one thing my six months at the paper had taught me, it was
research. For the first three months my only job at the paper had been to check
facts and gather background material for the senior reporters. I decided to
start with learning all I could about the newly elected junior senator from the
sister state of Massachusetts. Of course, the Web was the place to start. I
entered "Candace Williams" in my favorite search engine and clicked the "Go"
button.
My primary hit was the Senator's official Web site. This was the one
maintained by her Washington congressional staff. Every member of Congress has
one, paid for by we taxpayers, "www.senator.c.williams.gov ".
Her home page showed Candace and retiring Senator Ted Kennedy at a downtown
Boston hotel. Fat little Teddy was shaking the newly elected senator's hand as
they both faced the cameras and smiled. The picture was from election night.
I wonder if Ted got a piece as I read the text of Candace's victory speech.
Ted had a reputation for fucking every woman he came in contact with. When I
studied pictures of the newly elected Senator, I came to appreciate how
incredibly beautiful she was. The Senator was drop dead gorgeous. She was tall
and blonde, straight even teeth and with a figure that appeared in perfect
proportion. She had those Christy Brinkley all American girl good looks usually
associated with the head cheerleader at UCLA. She was also rumored to be too
smart to belong to Mensa.
Candace had won her Senate seat by over seventy percent of the vote. Her
vanquished Republican opponent was one of those recently created high tech
millionaires whose main qualification was his ability to lavishly self-finance
his own campaign. In a Democratic state like Massachusetts, it wasn't surprising
that Candace had won but her margin of victory had been surprising. Nationwide,
Democrats had done poorly in a non-Presidential election year. Candace William's
election was one of the few bright spots for the Democratic Party. The
Republican Party's candidate was male, bright, handsome, and articulate. He had
been expected to do much better.
Arlene recalled a conversation she'd overheard between two of the Union's
senior political reporters. The previous night, they had driven down to Boston's
Faneuil Hall to attend a televised debate between Candace and her Republican
challenger, Mitchell Rockwell.
"I got to hand it to Williams, she chewed Mitch up and spat him out," said one
reporter.
"That thousand watt smile never left her face as she demolished every argument
he made," responded the other. "God, how does she recall all those facts and
figures?"
"And we're supposed to write that last night was a decisive victory for
Rockwell, who the fuck the Union's trying to kid. Anyone who watched TV last
night knows the truth."
"The editor's got a hard on for Williams."
"I got a hard on too, but for a different reason, every time she crossed her
legs up on the stage, I got a peek at the old crotch-a-rina. The legs on that
bitch, I'd give my left nut for a piece of that."
"So would every other registered male Democratic or Republican voter in New
England. I bet she gets ninety percent of the women's vote. They say the Lesbos
worship her. "
That was the kind of male chauvinist crap you heard all the time at the Union.
Women came in three formats: wives, whores, and lesbians. All three only existed
for one purpose, to serve the sexual needs of man.
The Web site provided the basic biographical data. Candace's father had passed
away ten years ago after operating a custom tailor shop in the heart of Boston's
financial district. Mother had passed away soon after Candace was born. Step mom
was also deceased. There were no brothers or sisters.
Senator seems to have no living relatives other than a husband and daughter. I
read on to discover that Candace had attended Salve Regina College, a Catholic
school in Newport Rhode Island and then gone to Georgetown in Washington to
receive a law degree. I noted that the Senator was a Phi Beta Kappa, graduated
Summa Cum Laude, and first in her law school class. She also scored the highest
grade on the Massachusetts Bar Exam the first time she took it. There was a
little note stating that Senator Williams was fluent in multiple languages.
There were a number of pictures of Senator Williams, her husband Dan who was
an executive at Raytheon Corporation and their daughter, Briana. Dan Williams
like his wife was well educated, MBA from Wharton School of Business, currently
CFO of the Raytheon Corporation. They were quite a handsome family. Why can't I
meet a guy like Dan Williams? The media referred to them as New England's
ultimate power couple.
I had to agree with the Union's cock hound reporters; Senator Williams was
gorgeous and sexy too. I mean movie star good looking with the kind of long
tapered legs that men go nuts over. Personally, I'd kill if my legs looked half
that good. And for a US senator, she didn't mind showing them. In many of the
pictures, her skirt length approached risque. Her hem wasn't quite short enough
to start tongues wagging but it did show the world that the Senator had a pair
of gorgeous gams. Boob-wise, she was okay there too. A nice side shot of her in
a cashmere sweater caused me to guess 34C or 34D. Unfortunately her bra size was
not found on her Web site.
The Web site contained statements of Senator Williams's position on the
burning issues of the day. Her stance tended to be well thought out middle of
the road. I could see why that pissed off the Manchester Union. They preferred
Senators with views to the far right of Rush Limbaugh.
The only thing that seemed odd about Senator Williams was her committee
memberships. She had been on the House Armed Services Committee and the
Intelligence Committee. Those were also the kind of prestigious committee
assignments that only went to the most senior members of Congress. Somehow
Williams had landed them without much of a problem. Now she was on the
corresponding Senate committees. Most of the females in Congress were on
committees involved with education, environment, housing, welfare, etc.
But Senator Williams specialized in the defense and intelligence arenas. In
fact, the site contained a number of pictures of her with senior military
officials and there were numerous photos of her visits to overseas bases. She
had been instrumental in shepherding some very large military procurement
contracts through Congress. The navy had a new carrier, the army a new armored
personnel carrier, and the air force a new fighter-bomber, all largely
attributed to the Senator's efforts.
My favorite military photo was of the Senator in a set of camouflage fatigues
standing with a Special Forces unit at Fort Bragg. The caption said that she had
participated in a day's training while visiting the base. Everyone in the
picture at first glance looked happy and was smiling. The solders were looking
at Senator Williams as she accepted a Special Forces cap and jacket from the
base commander. But when I studied the picture carefully and adjusted the screen
magnification, I got a different impression. It was if the five soldiers were
looking at the Senator with something that approached awe or fear. It was
probably just the way the camera caught the scene.
I finished with the official site, book marking it for future reference.
I took a quick look at the Web sites of the other female Senators. I'll be
kind and say they were handsome intelligent appearing women who didn't compare
in looks to the new senator from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. They were
also much older. Candace Williams barely met the Constitutional age requirement
for a US Senator.
Next, I performed a search for "fan sites". Every movie star and celebrity has
them. Not long ago, in doing some research, I discovered that Catherine
Zeta-Jones and Cameron Diaz fans had created thousands of Web sites devoted to
the worship of their celebrity. That was where I got a shock. My search was
limited to a maximum of 10,000 hits and in a matter of seconds I was there.
I remember thinking God there can't be more than 10,000 Candace Williams fan
Web sites. She's a politician not a movie star. I selected my favorite Web
crawler and entered more selective criteria in an attempt to weed out porn sites
and anything else that wasn't a true fan site. The result was the same. The
search maxed out at 10,000. I quickly compared the number of Williams' Web sites
to that of better-known female Senators. One of the California Senators had
eleven fan Web sites. Candace was way ahead of anyone else. I couldn't imagine
why she attracted that level of heroine worship.
I reviewed a small subset of the fan sites to get the flavor. They contained
the normal things you find in the disturbed monomaniacal world of the 'fan'. Why
I love Candace. Why she is so wonderful. Why I wish she were my mother, sister,
daughter, aunt, etc? There was every form of sickening heroine worshipping
bullshit from people who should get a life. I never quite understood what leads
a person to go to the trouble and expense of being a fan.
The number of Web sites created by young female fans was astounding. There was
more than a hint of lesbianism in many of them. I found one site supposedly
created by a fifteen-year-old Van Nuys, CA High School freshman named Tessa that
blew me away. Firstly, the design and graphics of the site made the Manchester
Unions look amateurish. Tessa had real talent as a Web designer. The site
contained multiple images of the Senator and Tessa that I assume were created by
someone expert in PhotoShop. I say this because I seriously doubt that Senator
Williams allowed anyone to take a picture of her making out with a naked Tessa.
Tessa's site contained an illustrated S&M fantasy story in which the Senator
clad in a leather cat suit picks up a young lonely high school dyke named
(surprise) Tessa in an LA gay club, takes her to a castle dungeon, whips the
shit out of her and then makes her a very willing sex slave. The drawing that
accompanied the story showed a very real talent. After I read the story, I
discovered a certain itch in my own crotch. I corrected the problem in my usual
way by masturbating in the handicapped stall of the Ladies Room.
I book marked Tessa's site and a few others and suspended my Web-based
research of fan sites. Looking at all of them would take a year. I had no idea
what to make of Senator Williams' Web fans.
On the prurient side of the Web, there were several Web sites that claimed to
have nude photos of the Senator. They were the usual products of photo editing,
the Senator's head on some porn star's body. Some of the fakes were competently
done but others would have only fooled the severely retarded. There were also
some shots where paparazzi had caught the Senator emerging from a limo. I
recalled that Diana, Princess of Wales, was like the Senator in that she wasn't
all that careful when she swung her legs out of the limo door. One shot was of a
smiling Candace reaching up to take her tuxedo clad husband's hand. It must have
been a formal occasion because Candace was wearing a cocktail dress slit up to
her hip. The slit had parted and there was an up skirt panty shot that certainly
rivaled any of the famous ones taken of Diana. The Senator doesn't mind giving
the crowd an occasional peak at the goods I concluded.
Strangely enough, I found several erotic stories sites that used the Senator
as a character. I guess that was normal. The newsgroup,
alt.sex.moderated.stories had a half dozen fictional stories where the Senator
engaged in every form of perverted sex with men, women, boys, girls, and large
dogs. I checked to see if there were similar stores about the female duo from
California, Senator's Boxer and Feinstein and got nothing. I did find, however,
an S&M story based on Representative Nancy Pelosi becoming the House Whip.
Apparently, the person who wrote the article flunked civics and didn't
understand the being the House Whip did not involve leather and cat-of-nine
tails.
I had to laugh when I saw my search referenced a Web site hosted by something
called the "Church of the Apocalypse". The minister of this church, a Brother
Saul, claimed that Satan controlled Senator Williams. The site went on to claim
that the Senator had engaged in sex with the devil on more than one occasion.
The site included a picture of Candace that was labeled "The Anti-Christ". The
world never lacks for crazies, does it?
I combed through numerous newspaper articles about the Senator's political
career. Her initial victory over Michael Harrington for his congressional seat
had raised eyebrows. The Boston Globe had referred to her victory as a "new day
dawns in Mass politics." Harrington was a classic Irish pol that was elected
more out of habit than conviction. Candace had come out of nowhere to crush
Harrington at the polls. Actually, he had given up before the election his
standing in the polls was so low.
The Globe was a Williams's supporter of the first order by the way. As far the
boys and girls on Morrissey Boulevard (the location of the Globe's headquarters)
were concerned, the Senator's shit didn't stink.
One thing I didn't find was any hint of scandal involving the Senator. She was
amazingly untainted by charges of corruption or wrongdoing. There was not a
single solitary mention of any association with the Pagan Motor Cycle Club or
the Amazons. I was beginning to think that David's initial suggestion was full
of shit but on further thought it was my only lead.
I took a break and archived the material that I had gleaned from the Internet.
It was after six when I finished organizing my Candace Williams file. Everyone
had gone home but I decided to keep working.
I sat down at my desk and did a text search through the Union Leader's
archives for any stores related to the Pagans Motorcycle Club. I went back ten
years. I was astounded at the number of Pagan related newspaper articles of drug
busts, rapes, murders, and shootouts with rival gangs. If rape, murder or mayhem
were mentioned, there was a good likelihood that the Pagans were in the story
somewhere. There was even an FBI report describing how the Pagans controlled the
market for crystal meth, PCP, and several other dangerous drugs in the US.
Some of the stories could be best described as atrocities. For example, I
learned why Pagans always carried pliers on their belts. Last year, some drunken
Pagans had encountered a family of Canadian tourists in an I-95 rest area near
Manchester. The end result was a father, mother, son, and two daughters missing
all their teeth. Mother and daughters were gang raped while the father and son
watched. The son was forced to have sex with his mother and the father to
deflower the younger daughter. Apparently forcing family members to commit
incest was high on the Pagans list of fun things since it happened in a number
of cases.
The Union Leader had some pictures in the archive file that were much too
graphic to publish. Several sent chills up my spine. There was the mother
wrapped in a blanket trying to comfort the two daughters. People look funny with
no teeth. The youngest daughter was twelve. Somehow the dirty minded reporter
had gotten hold of all the photographs the police had taken of the 'evidence'.
Apparently the Pagans are not averse to biting your nipples off when they rape
you. The twelve year old was missing one nipple. Her older sister and mom were
now among the nipple less. How you like to be a sixteen-year-old high school
girl with no teeth and no nipples?
"Thanks David," was my reaction. What was I supposed to do? I could just
picture little Arlene walking into a Pagan hangout, flashing my reporter's
identification and walking out with the dirt on Senator Williams. What I really
pictured was Arlene walking out with toothless, bleeding gums, no nipples, and a
stretched out pussy and asshole you could drive a Harley into.
I searched the archives for 'Amazons Motor Cycle Club' and got some hits. The
Amazons were definitely lower profile than the Pagans. There was one article
that was downright scary. Six years ago, some Amazons had quit the club and
formed a rival lesbian biker gang. A couple of park rangers had come upon a
scene from hell while backpacking in the White Mountains National Park. They
discovered seven women nailed to trees in a remote area reachable only by an old
logging road. Arlene read the quote from Ranger Avery Kendall.
"The women were tortured before they were killed. Their breasts and private
parts were mutilated. Eyes were gouged out. Firecrackers were inserted in their
ears, vagina, and anal cavities and ignited. One of the women was impaled alive
on a large stake. It was one of the cruelest, most vicious murders I've ever
encountered."
There was a follow up story stating that the murdered women had all been
identified as members of the motorcycle club that split off from the Amazons. At
that point, I was ready to walk over to David and tell him to find someone else,
preferably somebody who wanted to die in a horrible, painful fashion. But at the
last moment, I remembered my Aunt Carol.
Aunt Carol had been a Pagan girl and had the tattoos to prove it. She was my
mother's youngest sister by ten years. After a wild youth that included a stint
hooking on the mean streets of lower Manhattan, Aunt Carol had returned to New
Hampshire and met Chuck LeBeau, a bona fide member of the Pagan Motorcycle Club.
My mother had told me the story several times as a caution against wild youth.
Aunt Carol had become Chuck's girl and been initiated into the club. Seven
years ago, Chuck had managed to slide his bike under the rear tires of a
tractor-trailer heading in the opposite direction on State Route 33.
Subsequently, my widowed Aunt Carol had met and married a local building
contractor and changed her life's direction overnight. She was now the mother of
two girls. She and her family lived quietly in a suburb of Manchester. Aunt
Carol went from family hell raiser to someone who never missed a PTA meeting. If
Aunt Carol would help, I'd go undercover to check out Senator William's
connections to the Pagans and Amazons.
It was after nine so I headed home to feed my cat and eat a delicious Lean
Cuisine frozen entree prepared in my microwave.
The next morning as soon as I arrived at work I hurried over to talk it over
with David.
"I need to go undercover," I announced as soon as I got to his office.
"We already do that every other Wednesday," said David with a look on his face
indicating he thought his remark terribly witty.
"No, seriously, the Pagans don't talk to the press. I need to join the Pagans
and ride with them if I'm to get the story. I could learn how they and the
Senator are connected. There might be other good stories the paper could use.
The Pagans seem very newsworthy based on the archives."
I might also add that I had read Hunter Thompson's "Hell's Angels". That book
which detailed his experiences with the Oakland Hell's Angels. It had made Dr.
Thompson into a celebrity. I was beginning to see a path to fame and glory or at
the least, a way out of Manchester.
"Couldn't that be a little risky?" asked David.
"I have an aunt who used to ride with the Pagans. She gave it up years ago and
is a respectable housewife now. I could ask her to help me pass as a biker
girl."
"What do you tell them you do for a living?"
"Work in my dad's office as a Customer Service Representative. They have a
large staff of CSRs to handle calls. The supervisor is a friend and she'll cover
for me."
"Sounds like a plan, what do you need?"
"I'll need a Harley-Davidson motorcycle and some riding gear."
"The paper could lease you one. Management's anxious to get the goods on the
Senator. They believe she's going to run for President. I hear you can lease a
Harley. I guess we could expense the rest. Clyde asked me at the staff meeting
if we were making any progress on the Williams thing. He wasn't exactly thrilled
I gave it to you. If you could get something, it'd show I made the right call."
"Good, then you'll let me do it."
"Being a Pagan girl ain't exactly like going to Sunday school. It could get
rough."
"My Aunt will show me the ropes and how to stay out of trouble. Please, let me
do this." If I was wearing a skirt, I would have spread my legs to give David a
crotch shot to encourage a positive answer but I was clad in slacks.
"All right, but I expect you to keep me up to date on your progress. You'll
have to do your undercover work on nights and weekends. You can't let your other
work suffer."
Looking back on it, if only David had said 'no way', several people would be
alive who are now dead. I'd still be in Manchester writing obituaries and
looking for Mr. Right in the meat markets. Fuck Mr. Right. I'd settle for Mr.
Good Enough. But my fate took a vastly different direction with those two little
words, 'all right'.
When I got back to my desk, I gave Aunt Carol a call and asked to buy her
lunch. Next day, we met in a restaurant near her home. I explained to Aunt
Carol how I wanted to go undercover and join the Pagans. Aunt Carol was less
than enthusiastic at the start.
"This is not smart, Arlene. If they found out, there's no telling what they
would do. You would never be heard from again."
"As soon as I get my story, I'll quit. I'm talking at most a few months."
"Does Sara know about this?"
"Mother doesn't know and I don't want her to know. She'd freak out."
"She'd also never forgive me if she found out I helped you and something
happened. Sara and I only started to be friends again last year."
"I promise she'll never know a thing."
"I haven't been around the Pagans in eight or nine years. Things may have
changed."
"I just need you to help me look and act the part."
"I still have a few friends who used to ride with them. I suppose I could call
in some favors. You realize that women who hang with the Pagans are expected to
be sexually available."
"I know that. I can handle it."
"Are you sure? Chuck once ran out of gas and didn't have a cent. I had to suck
off a gas station attendant for three gallons of regular. Could you handle that,
being given away for five bucks work of gas?"
"Yes."
"I guess you're more like your Aunt than your mother. Also, you'll have to be
inked."
"Inked?"
"Tattooed, a lot of them. I'm having the last of mine burned off at the Laser
Center. It's painful getting them and it's painful removing them."
"I'll be as inked as I need to be."
"You'll need a motorcycle. Harley's aren't cheap."
"The paper's going to lease one for me."
"Can you ride a motorcycle?"
"I used to ride Ed's Vespa."
"You're going to need some lessons. I have a friend that may help. He owns
several Harley's but he doesn't ride with the Pagans anymore.
"That'd be great."
"We'll have to get you dressed to look the part. I wouldn't suppose you own
any jeans cut off so short your butt cheeks hang out."
"No, but that's easy enough to do."
"I know a place where we can get you some riding clothes, you'll need leather
halter tops and a vest or two."
"Bike, riding lessons, tattoos, clothes, anything else?"
"How are you at eating pussy?" said Aunt Carol.
I hadn't thought of that but Aunt Carol was probably right. Being around the
Pagans meant the Amazons were nearby. I was a slut but a strictly heterosexual
one.
"I've never done that before."
"How about multiple partners?"
"I'm afraid my sex life has been strictly one on one."
"That'll have to change if you ride with the Pagans and Amazons. Maybe you
should reconsider."
"You did things in groups?" I asked.
"Lots of times, for my initiation, twenty guys fucked me on top of a pool
table. After that, I rug munched with five of the Amazons."
"Wow, Was that the worst?"
"There is no worst when it comes to the Pagans. They'll be lots of gangbangs
and orgies. One of my worst was when Charlie made me suck and fuck a Rotweiler
named Carney on stage at the annual meeting. While Carney mounted me and was
fucking away, Charlie held the microphone to my mouth and made me bark like a
dog. Two hundred people watched me screw that dog. There must have been fifty
video cameras in the audience. Those types of things happen to all the Pagan
girls. It's comes with the territory."
I hadn't realized things went quite that far. But if I was every going to be
anything at the Union Leader other than David Smyth's every other Wednesday cum
receptacle, I was going to have to step up to the bar and use my ass to buy the
Pagans a drink. Pardon me for all the mixed metaphors. Mentally I was committed.
"All right, in for a penny, in for a pound," I said to my aunt that day to
show my determination.
Fortunately for me, Aunt Carol was still enough of a wild woman to think the
idea of me secretly infiltrating the Pagans and getting the dirt on Senator
Candace Williams was a challenge. Maybe she was vicariously reliving her wild
youth through me. Who knows? As it turned out, it would have been far better if
she had told me to forget it.
Aunt Carol and I went shopping early Saturday. I bought two leather
halter-tops that my tits practically fell out of. She picked out a small leather
vest that barely covered by chest. It had two small ties in the front.
"When you're at a meeting, you undo the ties and your boobs are available in
case any of the Pagans want a feel," was how Aunt Carol described my need for
this particular garment.
Helmut, jacket, leather pants, gloves, and boots were purchased. David had
agreed the Union Leader would reimburse me for what I bought. I cut off some old
jeans to make shorts. When I modeled them for Aunt Carol, she just shook her
head and held out her hand for the shorts. She shortened them to where the lower
half of my ass cheeks showed. In the front, she cut out the crotch to where you
could see the edges of my pussy. It was apparel designed for an exhibitionist.
"Pagan girls like to flash the honest citizens. Suppose you're at the food
court in the mall and you catch some teenagers eying you, you just spread your
legs so they can see your pussy. Embarrassing honest, church going folks is one
way the Pagans enjoy themselves," explained my aunt.
I realized this was going to take some getting used to. I may be a whore but
I'm a modest one that prefers her sex private without a crowd watching. That was
going to have to change.
"By the way, Pagan girls don't wear panties, that's a rule," advised Aunt
Carol. "So when you wear cutoffs your pussy is going to show."
The morning ended in Keane, NH with me lying on a table in what used to be
called a tattoo parlor. This place had the ridiculously long name, "Earl L.
Cody's Emporium of Skin Art." A hulk of a man called Earl with tattoos covering
every visible inch of his skin inked a strand of barbwire circling my bicep, a
Harley Davidson shield with their famous motto on my shoulder and a coiled
rattlesnake below my navel in my pubic area. My Aunt had made me shave my delta
so the rattlers could end right above my clitoris. I lay there on the table
stark naked pretending Earl was a doctor. Earl and Aunt Carol knew each other
and reminisced about the good old days when they rode with the Pagans. They kept
recalling happenings where one or more Pagans died. The stories always involved
a mixture of alcohol, drugs, guns, rival gangs, collisions with semi-trailers
and other fun things. I found myself wondering if Earl was one of the twenty who
initiated Aunt Carol into the mysteries of the club.
I spent a good deal of time clenching and unclenching my hands in pain.
Getting skin art hurts like hell, especially when that needle is less than an
inch from your love button.
When that particular agony was over, Aunt Carol and I had lunch at my
apartment. A week later after my tattoos had healed, she had me dress in one of
my Pagan outfits and we drove north out of Manchester on I-93. We exited the
Interstate in the middle of nowhere. After twenty minutes on the state road,
Aunt Carol had me turn off on side road clearly labeled "Private Residence,
Trespassers Will Be Shot." The side road ended in front of a log home and
several sheds and outbuildings.
"Stay in the car until Tater get the dogs," said my Aunt. There were two
Doberman Pinchers waiting quietly beside the car. Each looked hopeful that we
were dumb enough to get out and provide them with an early afternoon snack.
It was only a minute before a very tall and large individual with an automatic
shotgun appeared. He yelled something at the dogs and they retreated to one of
the sheds, obviously disappointed at not being able to sample a little Arlene
and Aunt Carol tartare. Two other men appeared carrying automatic weapons. Tater
yelled to them that everything was all right and they disappeared back into
wherever they were hiding.
"Tater, this is my niece, Arlene."
"Hi Arlene, Carol says you want to learn to ride a hog," said Tater reaching
forward to grab my hand in his oversized mitt and bestow a kiss like he was a
member of the French aristocracy.
I replied in the affirmative. Tater was eyeing my body appreciatively. I was
wearing a leather halter-top and a pair of the shorts that Aunt Carol had cut
off. Basically my butt was hanging out and if I didn't watch it, my crotch
showed when I crossed my legs. I kept reminding myself that I was more covered
than when I wore my bikini to the water park. Of course, the water park is not
populated with vicious looking guard dogs and automatic weapon toting goons. I
smiled at Tater and thanked him in advance for my ridding lesson.
"I got an old beat up bike that you can practice on," said Tater. We went over
to one of the sheds where Tater put me on a Harley that had been crashed a few
times. He provided my Aunt a better bike and for himself, a gleaming new one.
After he demonstrated the controls, the three of us slowly rode out behind the
house onto a flat area hacked out of the New Hampshire woods. Someone had
created a small airstrip right there in the forest. A large bulldozer rested
under a camouflage tarp in a clump of nearby trees.
For the next three hours, Tater and I rode at increasing speeds around the
perimeter of the flattened area. I didn't kill myself but I came awfully close
several times. It was sort of like my brother's Vespa on steroids. It was
powerful and fast. And yes, I did find myself getting worked up feeling that
mechanical beast vibrating against my cunt. It certainly beat leaning on the
washing machine in the spin cycle.
By the time it was getting dark, I had mastered at least the basics. I was
even jumping the bike over a small incline. That was fun.
"Let's go back and get a beer," announced Tater after I had completed a
high-speed circuit of the flat area that I surmised was a landing field. I
pictured a small plane arriving in the dark ready to unload a ton of marijuana.
My Aunt had already cautioned me not to ask any questions and to forget
everything I saw that day.
We put the bikes in the shed then walked to the back of the house where there
was a concrete pad and a set of wooden patio furniture. Tater yelled something
into the house and a wiry woman I hadn't seen before brought out three bottles
of beer. Myrna was wearing cutoffs and a leather halter-top. I have guessed
Myrna's age as close to mine, maybe younger. She had cold black straight hair,
pierced ears, eyebrows, nose, tongue and lip. I've never quite understood why a
human being thinks having a safety pin in your eyebrow is attractive. Myrna
didn't lack for tattoos either.
"Myrna, meet Arlene and Carol. Carol and I used to ride together in the old
days."
We all said hello and Myrna disappeared back into the house. The three of us
were seated in cushioned lounge chairs surrounded by citron torches. I was sore
and tired. It had been a long day and I figured that Aunt Carol and I would be
polite, consume one beer and leave. I decided to thank Tater for the lessons.
"I really appreciate all the trouble you went to this afternoon." I stated in
my sincerest voice.
"Come on over here and show me how much," replied Tater as he unzipped his
pants and pulled out his cock.
Before I could blurt out a word, Aunt Carol put her hand on my arm to stop me.
Then she spoke.
"I told Tater that you'd fuck them in payment for the riding lesson."
I should have been smart enough to realize this was coming. Aunt Carol said
that Pagan girls didn't have limits when it came to sex. She'd got me clothed,
tattooed and taught to ride. Learning to be gang banged was the next logical
step. She did say 'fuck him'. She said 'fuck them."
I hesitantly stood up and took a few steps toward the seated Tater. He was
leisurely stroking his cock. All of a sudden I decided I just couldn't go
through with it. We all have our quirks and mine had to do with privacy. Sure, I
was a shit eating, piss guzzling, and fuck for the boss whore but I didn't do
those things in front of a crowd. Or at least I hadn't up to that point. I had
my limits.
"I'm sorry but I need some privacy. Could we go into your bedroom?"
"Shit no, watching is all part of the fun," replied Tater. "We're even going
to video your first gang bang."
"I just can't do this with people watching."
"Tater, Arlene needs some encouragement," said Aunt Carol. "Make her."
Tater may have been a big man but he could move fast. Quicker than I could
blink, he was up and off that chair and had sunk a fist in my mid section that
emptied every molecule of air from my lungs. I doubled over and fell to my
knees, desperate to replenish my air supply. Before I could replace any of the
missing oxygen, Tater grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to a standing
position. I felt hair strands separating from my scalp. Keeping a firm grip on
my dyed blonde tresses, he reached inside the leather bra top and took a firm
hold on my nipple and twisted it.
I had finally gotten enough air to express myself. My scream echoed off the
surrounding hillsides. It was a long plaintive wail, communicating the fact that
my body was racked with pain, especially the nipple that Tater was about to rip
off the end of my tit.
"You like pain, Arlene?" asked Tater with a smile on his face that I read to
mean he liked it, giving it that is."
"No, please stop." I was begging. My eyes were full of tears. Pain is
definitely the most controlling of human experiences. Tater was ripping my hair
out by the roots and lifting me off the ground by one nipple. He was in control.
"Are you ready to perform in a crowd?"
"Yes," I replied and I meant it.
"You'd suck my cock on the pitcher's mound at Fenway Park when the Red Sox
play the Yankees?"
"Yes, anything just let me go."
"Okay, let's see what you can do, get naked."
Tater released me and my hands immediately went to my hair to make sure he had
not snatched me bald and my breast to confirm that there was still a nipple.
Tater sat back down in the chair and gave me a 'get started' look. I pushed the
jeans shorts down and removed the halter-top. I guess that Pagan girls dress
that way to allow them to get naked with a minimum of fuss. Drop the shorts and
toss the leather bra and you are one hundred percent stripped for action.
" I felt to my knees, placed my hands on top of Tater's thighs and licked the
tip of his prick. I've sucked my share of cock. The part I had to get used to
was having an audience. I blanked out the fact that Aunt Carol was sitting about
three feet away. I settled down and applied the cock sucking techniques I had
been honing since I was fourteen.
"She's a fine little dick sucker," I heard Tater say to Aunt Carol, "She
reminds me of you in your younger days, she's got that long muscular tongue that
wraps around your prick like a wet anaconda."
"I do see something of myself in the way she sucks it. Is the rest of your
crew going to join us? Arlene needs to be gang fucked," asked Aunt Carol.
"We have to leave one on guard but Myrna went to fetch the other guys."
I was on my knees sucking Tater's cock when I heard the sound of the patio
door opening and people walking onto to the patio.
"How is she, Tater?" I heard a male voice say.
"She's good, but of course, this is the first peter been in her yap tonight.
We'll see how she holds up after all you boys had dipped your love muscle in her
pretty mouth. Arlene, say hello to the boys."
I turned around to see how many love muscles I would be dealing with. There
were six young males standing behind me. With Tater, I was dealing with seven
males, a number I considered manageable when I heard Myrna pipe up.
"Eating pussy's more work that sucking cock. I want her to eat me out."
"How about you, Carol, you going to let Arlene munch your rug?"
"I wasn't going to, what with it being incest, Arlene is my niece and all but
I changed my mind. Myrna, what do you say we have some fun together while the
men entertain Arlene. I feel like eating some pussy."
"Sure, honey, let's do it." I heard Myrna reply. My peripheral vision picked
up Myrna walking over to a lounger, removing her jeans and top then lying down
and starting to run her fingers over her cunt. Aunt Carol had apparently
undressed behind me. A naked Aunt Carol, who in spite of her forty years still
had a good figure walked calmly over, kneeled on the bottom of the lounger and
began to lick Myrna's cunt. I guess you can take the girl of out of the Pagans
but not the Pagan out of the girl.
"That's it Carol, lick that hairy hole," said Myrna as she put her hands on
the back of my Aunt's head and pulled her face closer to her hole. I might add
Myrna's hole was adorned with three pairs of labia rings and another center ring
that went right through her clit (ouch, double ouch). How Myrna got through an
airport metal detector was beyond me. Maybe the TSA took her into a room and
stripped her. She'd didn't look like she would mind.
I felt movement immediately behind me. Someone had thrown a chair cushion on
the deck at my feet. I felt male hands grab by waist and position me. In a
matter of moments, I grunted as a good size cock slide into my cunt. The man was
well hung and apparently horny as hell because he fucked me for maybe thirty
seconds then pumped a load of semen inside me. Giving head while being fucked
was a first for me. It was busy but good. You feel invaded twice over.
Aunt Carol had warned me that nothing was considered more un-Pagan than
condoms.
"If you get the clap or syphilis, you'll just have to go to the doctor and get
cured."
"How about AIDS?"
"There's no cure for that, you'll die. Pagans believe in taking risks."
"Why don't they use condoms?"
"It's against the Pagan ethos of living free."
The cocks in my mouth and cunt weren't clad in latex. When Tater shot off, he
held my head and spoke, encouraging me to be neat.
"You spill a drop and I'll take a belt to your ass."
I'd been swallowing boy paste since I was fourteen so that wasn't a problem.
As soon as Tater and the man at my rear finished, the next two replaced them. I
have to admit that when you're given no choice, you might as well relax and
enjoy it. Aunt Carol and Myrna were having a good time. I could hear my Aunt's
mouth working on Myrna's cunt.
Myrna, in a display of yoga like flexibility, had bent her legs back to the
point that her feet were past her head, causing her butt to point directly up in
the air. Tater walked over and assisted Myrna by grabbing her ankles and pulling
them downward to where she could kiss her own knees. I surmised that Myrna like
me also practiced Hatha Yoga.
Tater straddled Myrna and lowered himself to where she could take his cock in
her mouth. Myrna was bent in the shape of a Bobbie pin. Aunt Carol's mouth was
busily licking Myrna's pussy and asshole. Every one in a while, Tater would
switch his cock from Myrna's mouth to Aunt Carol's.
I have to say that once I got over my initial fears, I was enjoying the sex. I
had two firm cocks inside my body. The guy I was blowing was lying back in the
lounger letting me do all the work. I was doing his balls and cock. He was
flexible enough that he could raise his legs to let allow me access to his butt
hole. I prefer to provide oral sex in a definite pattern.
To start, I like to suck a guy hard using only my mouth. The only physical
contact he has is my warm mouth sliding up and down his cock while my tongue
alternates between his piss hole and licking the ridge of skin on its underside.
A couple of times, I'll force the cock head into the opening of my throat. I
mastered the art of suppressing the gag reflex when I was fifteen and my brother
showed me a copy of Linda Lovelace's performance in "Deep Throat." At the time,
I told myself if Linda could do that so can I.
After they're hard, I switch my mouth to their balls, taking them in my mouth
one at a time and gently sucking them. My hand strokes their dick to keep it
hard while I mouth massage their nuts. If the angle is right, I work my mouth
down past their balls to their shit hole. Many girls consider eating butt too
nasty or perverted but I love the feeling you get when you force open that tight
brown hole and slip your tongue inside. Guys are crazy about that. Once you got
their anus wet and loosened up, you keep a finger or two deep inside as you go
back to cock sucking and massaging their gonads. It can get busy finger fucking
their butt, rubbing their nuts and trying to nose breathe with a cock in your
esophagus but the guys really enjoy it and my routine has received numerous
complements.
"She's good," said the guy I was blowing that night on the patio. I never got
his name.
"Nice tight pussy, too, she really gives you a squeeze, she must be a pro,"
said the guy fucking me. His name was an unknown also. He thought I was a
prostitute. I suppose I should take that as a compliment.
The three of us had gotten into a rhythm. The fellow in my cunt was delivering
long powerful strokes, pulling back to the opening of my vagina then sliding
forward to where his balls slapped against my pussy lips. My front side
companion was starting to breathe faster and heavier, a sure sign that the load
of sperm residing in his nuts was planning an imminent escape. There's nothing
quite like feeling your mouth fill with cum for the second time in ten minutes.
I love the noises guys make when they get off. I remember what the guy in my
mouth shouted when he filled it.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck."
It wasn't exactly Shakespearean but it conveyed his approval of my efforts.
The guy in my cunt finished a minute later and before I could say, "Was it good
for you?" The third pair mounted me.
I suspect being willing to fuck in public is sort of like going to a nudist
colony for the first time. Initially, you're reluctant but once you step out and
let everyone see, it's no big deal.
I heard Tater bark out an order.
"Lenny, go in the kitchen and get a can of Crisco. I got a yin to see some
lesbo fist fucking."
Tater having reacquired an erection had mounted Aunt Carol from the rear and
was slowly pounding away. My Aunt's mouth was busily munching Myrna's rug while
Tater was fucking her doggie style.
"You'll still tight, Carol honey." I heard Tater say.
"And I still love the way you fuck me," replied my Aunt who was obviously
getting off at the compound sex.
The guy fucking me from the rear had started working a wet finger in my
asshole. I felt some type of lubricant being applied and in a moment there was a
second slick finger inside my rectum. He was loosening me up, stretching me out.
It was an easy guess why.
Over the years, I'd had anal intercourse. I couldn't say I prefer it but it
wasn't bad especially if you had a few drinks and the guy took it easy and let
you get used to having something that big up your ass. I had relaxed and was
getting my head into being double penetrated. I was squeezing the cock of the
guy in my pussy as I made love to the hard cock in mouth. I can always tell when
I get aroused because I start grunting each time the guy slams it home. The guy
in my cunt was well endowed and I could feel it bottoming out deep inside my
female parts.
Some men enjoy sex more when they can cause their female partner pain. The guy
fucking me from the rear was one of those. He gave me a couple of powerful swats
on my rear. I yelped and that encouraged him to deliver two more. Then he
reached under me and grabbed a nipple and twisted it. I yelled, "Stop, that
hurts." He took that as encouragement and twisted harder. It's hard to
concentrate on sucking a cock when someone's trying to take your nipple through
a three hundred and sixty degree turn. I squeezed his cock with my pussy hopping
to distract him but that didn't work. Finally the guy with his cock in my mouth
gave me a hand.
"Ease up, Ray, she can't suck properly while you're playing with her."
Ray did ease up "playing" with me for now. Later, Ray was to get his chance
for a one on one. I left Tater's with the marks to show for it.
I took a brief look to my right where Aunt Carol was slowly working handfuls
of Crisco into Myrna's cunt and asshole. Fisting in my mind