Chapter 5
All around me the cult members threw off the shackles of middle class morality. In less than a minute it was orgy-porgy everywhere. Couples, trios, quartets fell to the floor and began to squirm. Both wine and sperm spilled freely as thighs parted, buttocks spread, fingers dipped, tongues swirled, cocks lunged, pussies yielded, and the room reverberated in juicy, sputtering hump sounds. The stench of broached cunt and poop-chute, of sweating gonads was unbelievable ... like a den of foxes in heat.
A pretty girl with long, shiny brown hair and crazed blue eyes came at Slaney and myself. She had big soft titties and nipples so pale that it was only by the satiny gleam of her aureolas that one could tell she had any buds at all. Her nose was upturned and all around her full pink lips was a red ring, a smear of hastily swallowed wine. Her cunt hair was brown, too, a neat triangle of curly fur that shadowed the pale pink lips of her slit.
"Feel the spirit, Brothers?" she moaned, snatching hold of our cocks in her feverish fingers. She rung out our tools so skillfully and with such enthusiasm that we were both rock hard in a matter of seconds.
"What do you say, Brother Grue?" Slaney said, slipping a hand down into her nether fuzz. He gave her rug a tug and she cooed, triple-timing her frantic masturbation.
"Go ahead, you take her, Brother Slaney," I said, my eyes narrowing to slits as the waves of manually induced pleasure raced over my nuts. "There's plenty more where she came from."
"Hey, no," he protested, "I meant why don't we share this bitch? Take my word for it, it'll be easier on the prostate if we split the labor...."
"Look, man, I think I can handle one of these cunts by myself," I said.
"Really?" he said, smirking.
"Ooooh!" I groaned aloud. The head of my prick was plunged into delicious moist heat. I looked down to see Miss No-nipples stuffing my flaring pudcap into her mouth. Jeez! Her cheeks went hollow as she gave me a thorough sucking; then she ripped me loose and swallowed Slaney. Back and forth like a wild thing, cramming man-meat into her face, her fists pumping up and down the throbbing shafts. "All right! All right!" I said. "When in Rome and all that trash, but let's get it on!"
"Uh, Sister," he said to the bobbing head, the diving lips, "is there someplace a bit more private that we could go to have our meditation?"
"Mmmmmm," she said, letting the bulb of my cock pop from her glistening mouth. "Sure. My room." With that she stood up and literally dragged us from the Meeting Hall by our erect cocks.
I could not believe the wild look on her face as she pulled us along. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes burning, and she kept licking and smacking her lips in anticipation of providing a snug harbor for both the rigid dicks she clutched.
"Are all these chicks this hot-to-trot?" I asked. "This one is a pussycat compared to some I've heard about," he said. "Come on!"
"No, really," he went on, "I was rapping with this Brother from Duluth and he told me that His Radiance keeps a bevy of private poontang that are stone ball-breakers. like all of them are over six feet tall, got tits and asses that will not quit, and they run around in black leather hoods and thigh high boots. They're called the 'Wan Furies,' kind of avenging angels. They do all the discipline jobs, the dirty work, and they double as bodyguards up in the penthouse."
"Penthouse?"
"Top floor. Where His Radiance resides."
Miss No-nipples stopped in front of a white door and let go of my cock. She kind of waved her hand over it.
"Hey, what's she doing?"
"Looking for her room number. Show him, Sister."
She held her hand open and showed me an oblong cylinder that looked like a tiny flashlight.
"It's a black light," Slaney said. "All the rooms are marked in fluorescent paint."
"You mean, in case of a raid?" I said.
Slaney gave me a strange look. I could've bit my tongue off. That was not the kind of thing that should have immediately popped into the mind of a devout Child of Luna. I vowed to be more careful. After all, I didn't know this dude. He might even have been a plant, working for den Err.
But then he smiled and said, "If the cops ever crashed this place can you imagine how screwed up they'd get from all these winding hallways and unmarked doors? They'd probably have to send the National Guard in here to rescue them before they starved to death."
The girl opened a door further down the hall and gestured for us to hurry up and join her. She rested her hand on the door jamb and stood on one high heeled, nylon clad leg and lifted her other knee up on a level with her waist. Then, she spread herself wide open ... and I mean, WIDE! From her navel to her ass-hole, she let everything hang out. If her pussy was hairy above her slit, it was practically bald over it. All that brown hair sat on her mound like a pubic toupee. Her pussy lips were pale pink and pouty and just beginning to swell up. Between the thin inner labia something very slick glistened, and then rivulets of clear lubricant began to drip from the nadir of her cunt, to trickle down over her pale buns, her puckering pore.
She didn't have to ask us twice. As we trotted down the hall after her, I started to feel funny. Dizzy, and it was hard to breathe. And then my face got all flushed and I began getting these incredibly powerful arrhythmic flashes. It was like klieg lights were going off inside my skull. I thought for sure I was going to go down, you know, pass out there in the hall, so I leaned against the wall and tried to make it all stop. The feeling sort of migrated over my chest and down to my groin. My nuts began to tingle like crazy and then they started swelling and swelling. And there was this amazing tension in my dick. I tried to walk the few steps down the hall to where Slaney and No-nipples were waiting. Something kept swinging around under my chin and every time I brushed it away, it swung back.
When I got closer to Slaney I could see that he was laughing his head off. The something under my chin that I was trying to bat away was my cock. I couldn't believe it. Never in my entire life had it grown so huge. I mean the head was the size of a baseball and the shaft! Jeez, it looked like a length of three-inch diameter pipe ... totally solid and unyielding. And everything down there throbbed something awful.
"You must've overdosed on the sacramental wine," Slaney said. "Sometimes they don't stir it very well and you can get enough aphrodisiac in one swallow to turn on an entire regiment."
"Doped wine?" I said.
"Don't worry," he reassured me, "the effects go away in a few hours. Look at me."
I did. He was about three times as big in the cock department as he'd been ten minutes ago. If he wasn't worried, then neither was I. And, anyway, along with the enlargement of the membrum virile, I felt a burning desire to hump.
The three of us went into No-nipple's room and she immediately flung herself on her bed and stripped off her robe's sash.
"Ooooh, Brothers!" she moaned. "I am so full of the Spirit tonight. I need Moonship and bad." She clutched her immense soft breasts and began to maul them, squashing them up against her chest and pinching the colorless nipples with a vengeance. With very little effort she managed to get her buds stiff. They even took on a bit of pink color from the flagrant abuse she submitted them to. "I want both of you at once," she cried. "One at each end. I want to feel you thrusting in my cunt and my throat at the same time. Big missiles filling me to the splitting point."
Slaney and I were ready to give her everything she desired and we knelt on the bed, him at the foot, me at the head, cocks thumping against our sternums.
"No!" she protested. First you must bind me, tie me to the bed, make me helpless."
Slaney and I exchanged puzzled looks.
"I want to submit, don't you see? To lend my body totally for the long journey ... just as His Radiance teaches us. I want to be chattel in your hands, the dirt under your feet, an object created solely for the fulfillment of your base needs. I want you to tie me to the bed and rape me until I come and come and come!"
After saying this, she began lashing her own ankles to the frame at the foot of the bed. She tied one foot to one corner and the other one to the other corner, spreading her thighs wide apart, giving Slaney primo access to her pale, juicy gash.
"My wrists!" she begged me, throwing her arms above her head, making her tits undulate upon her chest, rubbing her wrists into the metal frame. "Bind my wrists!"
"Shee-it!" I said, stripping off my own sash and wrapping it around her hand and then the frame. Slaney tossed me his sash and I tied down her other wrist. All the while she was moaning and shifting her ass on the bed, shaking her pussy around in Slaney's face. I didn't see how he could stand it. The smell of bitch-in-heat, a seething odor of musk and sweat and buttfunk, addled my pate and set me to drooling like a dog at breakfast time.
Once her hands were securely fastened to the bedstead, once it was obvious that she was entirely helpless, her general attitude seemed to change. She struggled against the bonds and her eyes grew large and round with fear.
"Unngh!" she grunted, trying to twist her wrists free, also twisting her body delectably, making her tits shudder, her snatch bob and weave, the swollen lips contort.
Slaney knelt on the bed and put a hand on her leg. She shivered at his touch.
"Oh, please don't rape me!" she cried. "Please let me go!"
Slaney's hand slipped up the inside of her thigh. He watched her face carefully as his fingers caressed her knee and the wide part of her thigh where it joined her pelvis, not three inches from her gaping cunt.
"No!" she bawled, trying in vain to close her knees, her thighs, to keep him from touching her pussy. "You bastard! Oooh, you son of a bitch! You make me want to throw up."
Oh, that little twat knew exactly what she was doing. She realized that neither Slaney nor I had the proper attitude for the kind of hump session she craved, the kind of brutal screwing she needed. So, she did everything she could think of to infuriate us, to make us hate her, to make us want to not only penetrate her, but to cause her some mild degree of physical discomfort, to use her as mindless, soulless vessel.
Slaney's fingertips touched her pubic rug. No matter how she writhed, she could not stop him from toying with her soft curls.
"Oh, I suppose this makes you a real man, huh?" she snapped. "A real hung stud?" Her face was mottled with rage. She puckered up and spit on him. Yes, spit on him.
He wiped the saliva from his cheek and dragged his fingers down her gully, down the valley of pouty pussy lips, making the heavy petals come apart even further. He touched a fat, pink nubbin about the size of pencil eraser, her clit.
"Oooooh!" she crooned, her naked hips leaping up from the bed, her eyes closing tight.
"Some responses!" I croaked.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Slaney said, the expression on his face, deadly serious. Slowly he bent down and kissed the brown toupee.
"Oh, don't do that! Please!" she begged him. "Please, I can't stand it!" But as much as she begged and pleaded, she also scooted down a bit and bent her knees so that her pussy lay wide open for his perusal.
Slaney's mouth smooched over her brush, kissing the fat hummock of skin that was her pudenda. He buried his face in her fur and I could see his red tongue sweep over the hairs.
"No! NO!" she wailed as the juicy, red hot tip lashed over the apex of her gash. "God, you are sick! Leave me alone!" Her hips churned and pumped wildly.
Slaney groaned as the flavor of her copious drizzle slammed into his taste buds. His hands slipped down the backs of her thighs to cup her smooth ass-cheeks and his face dropped down a notch, tongue swirling over the slippery lips, diving between them, searching for and finding the erect nodule.
"YEEEEEE!" she howled, back arching as he licked her clit.
Once he found her button he didn't quit, either. I could see his tongue thrusting, see the outline of it against his cheeks, see the broad red tip lapping at her sexmeat. I could hear the sloppy hot-at-trough sound of his pussy slurping.
And poor No-nipples slipped off into an orgasmic delirium. The whole bed creaked and rattled from the violence of her thrashings. She flipped her hips, driving her cunt into his face, grinding her round buns into his chin, and her hot, slippery nectar smeared all over his mouth, his nose, his cheeks.
"Unff! Unff!" she snorted, her face turning quite red as the fuck fever engulfed her. She waggled her ass from side to side, rubbing her silky thighs against his ears. "OH! OH! Lick it! Lick my buzzer! OH, LUNA!! ! "
Slaney's head moved even lower, his mouth covered the nadir of her cunt, the point where her slippery lips gathered and turned under, the very entrance to her tube. His lips puckered, his cheeks grew full, and then he thrust, making his cheeks go concave, making his tongue slide right up her sloppy cunt.
"UHHHHH!" she wailed, bucking her pubis against his forehead, trying to impale herself further on the limber probe. "Tongue me! Tongue my hot pussy, you bastard!"
The sounds of his tongue slogging and her pussy sputtering were more than I could bear. I knelt on the bed beside her head.
"Come on, you devil!" she hissed at me, waving her tongue about, "Let me have it!"
I ignored her. The fever raging behind my eyes was too strong. I could not consciously play her game. I had to do what my libido dictated. I was a puppet once more, only this time I was a slave to my own glandular secretions. I leaned forward and grabbed her huge tits in my hands. God, they were so soft, so resilient. I kneaded them furiously, oblivious to her moans and groans of pleasure wafting up over my buns. The deep, silky cleavage beckoned to my bloated bulb, offering a snug valley. I crawled up a bit more and, clutching her tits like throw pillows, I trapped my blazing stalk, my swollen knob between them. Then, mashing the jugs together, pinning my cock in the boob gully, I began to flip my hips, driving my tool in and out. The red cap popped out the bottom, causing her tits to jiggle. I squeezed harder, delighting in the thrills that raced up my bone.
She liked it, too. I could tell because of the way she began kissing and licking the inside of my hairy thighs. Hot bitch! I sat back a little and stopped moving my ass. Instead, I slogged her boobs up and down my meat while she strained to lift her head high enough to lick my pendulous scrotum.
Hot tongue tip lashing over the back of my bag, hot lips sucking at my orbs. I shivered in ecstasy.
Slaney's head was gone! From the angle I was viewing him from, it looked like he'd shoved his entire skull to the neck up her pussy. I leaned forward and saw that he'd merely bent way down, pressed the side of his face to the bed and was in the act of licking No-nipple's tight little anus.
That really drove her wild. "Ooooh, spread my cheeks!" she warbled, shaking her hips lewdly. "Get it all!! "
Slaney put his thumbs against her smooth domes and opened her crack, exposing the juicy pinkness of her sphincter. He moaned once and dropped his mouth onto the rosebud, the floral adornment above her winking hole. His tongue swirled round and round the velvety flesh, making her thighs quiver and wringing cry after ecstatic cry from her lips.
I'd had enough of her titties, and enough of her coarse caterwauling. I scooted forward so that my balls slipped down her chin and then I sat down, pinning my ass-hole to her lips.
God, she began tonguing me instantly. Shoving her wet probe deep in my pore and snuffling like a maniac. Her lips sucked at the sensitive ring of my anus as her tongue whipped in and out. The feeling was fantastic! Unbelievable! My cock spewed dollops of thick pre-come all over her tits and I knew I had to get inside her ... somewhere.
Slaney had the same thought. He rose from her buns and scooted into fucking position between her thighs. When he touched the tip of his raging bulb to her pussy, she began to shudder and whine.
"She's so damn hot," he groaned, pushing his way into her pussy. The head of his cock rammed past her fat lips and bored into her snatch. Her tummy actually rose from the girth of the tool that slid into her. "Such a tight little fuck!"
I moved back, dragging my balls over her face. Talk about a submissive slut! Even as Slaney shoved his meat up her pussy, she craned her neck, sticking her chin straight up at the ceiling so that the top of her head was on the bed and so that I had a clear shot at her wide open mouth, her juicy throat.
I grabbed her by the ears and rubbed my cap over her lips. She kissed the goo from my bulb and licked it furiously, straining to get it in her mouth. Oh, I let her have it all right. After she'd gotten the knob suitably lubricated with her hot drool, I shoved every fucking inch of my cock down her throat. I rammed it to her until her lips were stretched tight about the hairy root of my club, until her nose nuzzled into the back of my bag. She was so tight and so hot that I could hardly stand it. I dragged my pud back, watching the way her throat shrank back to normal size as the gullet-splitting girth left it.
Her cheeks went hollow as my bulb came back into her mouth. She sucked and snorted, sending waves of sex kicks rushing down my rigid pole, over my nuts and then up my spine.
I could see old Slaney pumping away on her cunt. His thick pink dick all covered with her juice, and no longer pink but red from the marvelous friction of her tube. God, he was balling the bejabbers out of her! Her cunt was sputtering and farting up a storm and the fumes of their screwing were raw and musky.
I flipped my hips, driving my meat into her throat at the same time Slaney punctured her pussy. Did she ever start coming then! I mean coming apart! Her whole body started shaking, tummy rippling as the spasms washed over it. Slaney whimpered as her cunt locked down on his cock, milking it passionately.
And we thrust again. Slippery walls parting under the heads of our respective cocks, ramming towards the center of her being. Her knees clamped about his sides; her drool burbled out of her mouth, between my dick and her lips.
And then all hell broke loose! Slaney howled and his cock became a diving red blur as it pummeled her twat. At the first boiling spritz of his come, No-nipples began to whinny through her nose like a filly-in-heat and my own joy burst forth.
Hot bubbling spurt rushing up my sperm tube, shooting down her throat in great sticky gobs. Her adam's apple bobbed as she swallowed it, gorging herself on the heady man chowder.
Slaney, eyes slitted from the pleasure, ripped his orgasming cock from her convulsing snatch and let his white goo spurt over her pubes, her belly, her hot, quaking cunt. I followed suit, yanking cock from her throat and holding down the slobbery head, making my ropy strands belch over her open mouth, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose. I festooned her head with gizm even as Slaney garlanded her mons with his effluvium.
And all the while she moaned and thrashed, reveling in the sperm bath, licking the spurt from her lips, twisting her ass so that the slimy stuff ran down between her buns, over her ass-hole.