Our First Female President

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.

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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."

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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.

Chapter 14 - Problem Solving



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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 wha