Chapter 12

Donna was drunkenly amused. Once she had put her hand under the table and squeezed the area where she thought John's penis would be. She felt the hard bulge, and saw him sit upright as though someone had just stuck something up his ass. She brought her hand back up to her wine glass. A moment later, she decided to do it again. This time she laughed out loud when she discovered that in just those few seconds the sly rascal had unzipped his pants and taken his prick out of his shorts.

"What's so funny?" Rod asked across the table.

"Nothing, darling," Donna replied, and her hand, hidden by the tablecloth, stroked John's cock. Really, his expression was the most ludicrous she had ever seen. The second he began to look as if he were getting with it, she stopped.

Then her laughter bubbled out again, even louder this time, for John's face looked startled once more. That would be Jejune under there, Donna thought, and saw she was right, for the woman's left hand was out of sight.

Suddenly, the hypocrisy was more than Donna could stand. Now was the time to strip the facades from this bunch of drunks, she thought; now was the time for them to learn what misbegotten creatures they all were. With some sort of drunken logic she planned the event. It would outdo Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf in its viciousness. Oh, how they would suffer! Kirk and John were already snarling at each other; with a little prodding they both would turn on Rod and he would then see them for what they were. Opportunists. Bores. Not really socially acceptable!

As for Sue? Well, just look at her. Drunk. Slurring her syllables. Allowing herself to be fondled by two men at the same time. Slut! That's what his precious cousin was-a slut.

Yes, there would never be a better chance to expose them. Right now! Donna stood, and her heavy-backed chair toppled over with a crash. She paid no heed to it. "Attention, everyone. Attention, please."

No one paid much heed to her. Jejune and Rod were yelling across the table; Jejune's hand was still out of sight, although the movement of her arm showed she was still loyally pumping away on the prick.

"Attention... "

Sue and Kirk were talking loudly, striving to be heard above Rod and Jejune. Only John was silent. He sat there with a rather pleased expression on his face.

Donna picked up her wine glass and threw it across the room; it hit the wall with a splintering crash and the wine ran down like blood. "SHUT UP!" she screamed.

Silence, except for the wind which continued to shriek.

"That's better," Donna purred. "In view of the fact that I am in charge of the evening's entertainment and have been appointed group discussion leader, I now order you all into the living room."

Rod gazed at her speculatively. There was a glint of humor in his eye; it was matched by the amusement in Jejune's. Sue merely looked embarrassed at the unspeakably bad manners of the hostess.

"Who appointed you dictator?" Kirk growled.

"I did," Rod answered. "Go along with it. You might find it amusing."

"Enough conversation. Into the living room. Now!" Donna moved away from the table and weaved her way across the dining room. She hit the door, then staggered through it to the living room.

It was obvious, from the way they weaved, that everyone had taken far too much to drink. The liquor had long since ceased to be an antifreeze against the cold; now it was a stimulant to the physical system contrasting sharply with their impaired powers of reasoning. One by one they got up from the table; Sue had to be assisted by both Kirk and Rod.

"What the fuck we following her around like a flock of sheep?" Kirk demanded. "I ain't interested in no organized fun and games. I got ideas of my own," he said, drunkenly draining the last of his wine.

When they were in the living room, Donna was standing on the raised hearth of the blazing fireplace, towering over the others as if she were some performer on a stage.

"Just find a seat and brace yourself for a dose of... " She was interrupted by Kirk. "Clap!" he shouted.

"Shut up. A dose of truth."

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at, Donna, my dear. Tell us the meaning of this foolish, childish little game," Jejune said.

"In a minute. Everyone sit down. Now!" Obediently, they all took seats side-by-side on the long black leather couch facing the hearth.

"All right," Donna announced, satisfied that she finally had an audience. "I can afford to be honest, where the rest of you hypocritical bastards cannot be." She hiccuped once. "I am without sin, so to speak, and thus can throw the first stone. I accuse all of you of being degenerates."

"Oh my God," Jejune said quietly.

"Yes. Degenerates. I've been watching Rod and Kirk fondling Sue under the table. Watched you, Jejune masturbate John, while he attempted to finger-fuck me under the table."

Rod hid his face in his hands, and attempted to stifle his laughter. There's one thing, he thought with amusement, she really has their attention now. He could hardly wait to see what Donna did next.

Up on the hearth, Donna raised her chin and nodded several times. "We are all adults. We must act that way. No hypocrisy. Nothing to hide." With that, and playing to the hush that hung heavily over the room, she slowly... and tantalizingly... began unbuttoning her blouse. A moment later, she threw it into the fire. She turned to face her shocked audience with a look of defiance. Her breasts, like the proud breasts of some pagan temple high priestess, shone in the firelight.

"Oh, wow." The exclamation came from John.

Now Donna was angry again. "You. You out there. You holier-than-thou lying, fornicating males! You'll fuck every chance you get when you're away from your wife, but you're too shy and timid to drop your drawers when she's in the same room." It was a taunt, a challenge, a dare... an indictment.

"Not me, "baby," Kirk said, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor; his semi-erect penis snapped out like an unhinged safety pin. "I'll play any way you suggest, but come to me." He stroked his prick a couple of times and tried to get up on the hearth with the bare-bosomed Donna, but she forced him back by putting her foot against his chest and shoving. He fell back against the couch.

"And what about you two women? Jejune? Sue... darling! Do you like lesbian sex so much that the sight of a male's nudity scares you?"

Sue looked as if she had been slapped across the face. Jejune's smile was ominous, and it promised retribution.

"What the hell is she talking about?" John asked Sue.

"It's drink talk, darling. She doesn't know what she's saying," Sue tried to whisper.

"Get out of those clothes, Sue, or I'll elaborate fully," Donna ordered. "And you, John, you talk tough about fags, but your penis is still inside your pants. Maybe you don't have enough to show...?"

"You fucking bitch," John called to Donna, unfastening his pants. "You'll see how much prick I have when I shove it clown your throat."

"Now that the party's getting a glow on," Donna brightened, "I am going to put my pussy out in the wind for the first taker."

Donna peeled off her ski pants and slid the bikini panties down her thighs until she stood completely naked on the hearth platform in front of them. She looked like an exercise instructor for a mixed group of students in varying shades of undress. John had never seen a lovelier muff on any woman; it was positively luxuriant.

"All right, get your rags off, you stinking sinners. We're going to wash our hypocrisy away in one long snowed-in laundromat," Donna sang out, leaping down from her platform to mingle with the others. She approached her husband, who was standing dumbly staring at her, still dressed. She nudged him in the groin.

"What do you say now, baby? You've been wanting to limber up your far-out kinks. Drop your laundry. No telling what you'll attract."

Rod felt unable to speak, so shocked was he by the change that had come over his wife. She had been sulky and smouldering for some time, but little could he expect that her dying sparks would erupt into a forest fire, that his strait-laced wife would actually encourage an orgy.

Donna padded her way over to the stereo and stacked on a number of records. The naked De-Lapp sidled up to her. "Why don't you get up there on that long ancient dining room table, and those 'hypocrites,' as you called them, won't know what to think when I shove this little baby right up your asshole. Rod can fuck you in the cunt. You can give that punk kid a blow job. But it'll be my prick that sends you into orbit."

The first record dropped into place and a soft Latin rhythm filled the air. Donna was not in the least bit offended by the words spoken by Kirk. She had seldom heard such language and ideas, true; but she found she was enjoying the crude profanities and his blunt description of depraved sexual acts. It excited her to hear the word pictures and sense the possibilities of the perverse postures, and in her drunkenness she treated it as a schoolyard game. It would fit in perfectly with her plans of exposing them as degenerate hypocrites.

Donna reached out for his prick and casually stroked it a couple of times. "Good idea," she said, so loosely and flippantly that the naked Kirk looked down at his rigid cock enclosed in her hand and then back up to her face.

"You'd better not be kidding," he snarled dangerously, "This is nothing to joke about."

"What makes you think I'm joking?" Donna said.

Kirk reached out and placed his hand over her naked breast, sliding it down her side to her hip. He curved it around her buttocks and pulled her toward him until their bellies touched, the head of his prick pressed and throbbed against her navel.

"Because you're out of character, bitch. I've been trying to asshole fuck you for a long time and you've always denied me. Why now?"

It was a good question, Donna thought, the booze not completely dulling her appreciation of the ridiculousness of what she was proposing. She was going to permit Kirk DeLapp, a man whose little mouth, the lips colorless and curling, a dead giveaway of his not very latent cruelty, to ram his cock up her rectum, and under ordinary circumstances she wouldn't allow him to hold her hand, even though she had permitted him into her bed out of sheer revenge two or three times because of Rod and Jejune's incestuous behavior.

But how could Donna put into words the reasoning behind her decision, the thoughts that drove her, probably at the moment the only rational and reasonably wholesome member of the group, into proposing and organizing a program of spectator sex? What she had seen in the other room, the men acting like intoxicated bees winging their way to the honey of Sue's snatch, and John's own sneaky advances to her, had clarified her own ideas of the personalities involved. They all needed help. She would be their group leader. It was clear that each member was infected with a sexual hang-up, some only kinky like Kirk's preference for buggering, while others were playing toward an entire new life-style, specifically Sue's flirtation with an AC-DC experiment. At the beginning of this evening, Donna had believed an open, frank and forthright discussion was needed. When that had become impossible as the liquor took over, more drastic measures now were called for; a raw group therapy confrontation in which the flaw could be visualized and experienced and then discussed. She tried to put it into words.

"We're going to play 'Show And Tell,' Kirk, the way the kids do in school. After the show, you tell what it was like, and I'll tell you what it means, what's wrong with you."

"That's a crock of shit, but let's get this show on the road."

Kirk took her by the arm and led her to the long low leather couch.

"John, drop your drawers. She wants you in this production. You get to play the top slice of bread."

"The old sandwich game, huh? You bet," John said without pausing to think, and dropping his trousers over a prick that had been stiff since the first sight of Donna naked.

To say Rod was surprised by his wife's sudden and unexplained behavior would be an understatement. He was amazed. And delighted. Rod had been dreaming of this moment, the decision from her that would open whole new vistas of total sexual expression. Rod was certain their years of married life together had taken a toll, that their relationship had stagnated. Died of boredom. The feel of a couple of strange cocks inside her would do wonders, driving her closer to him the same way he always felt more considerate of his wife after he knocked off an outside cunt.

Goddamn stubborn women, it takes them forever to learn. But when they do come around, they do it with a vengeance, he thought. Letting Kirk have her asshole in public. Jesus! It had taken him years to wear her down to the point that she'd even permit an occasional anal fuck. Rod turned to Sue. She was watching with wide excited burning eyes as Kirk, seated in the middle of the couch, prepared Donna, and her husband stroked his long cock into readiness.

Sue felt Rod's eyes on her.

"Oh, Rod, I've never seen others do it," she groaned, "my own husband with your wife." Oddly enough, she was horribly excited by the prospect of seeing it-of viewing the lewd spectacle, and her arousement was centered in her throbbing hungry vagina. She wanted to watch; she wanted to fuck!

"Don't worry, cousin," Rod said, beginning to pull off her clothing. "There's no one I'd rather watch with than you. It's poetic justice for John to screw Donna since I own the cherry of the girl he married. And I'll put another notch on my cane while we watch."

Kirk positioned Donna standing in front of him and turned her around so that he faced her ass. She tugged on John's cock as he ran his hands over her breasts and down to the triangle between her legs, slipping a finger inside the warm wet pussy lips.

"Keep your knees straight and bend over. Suck John's cock if you want," Kirk ordered.

Donna, now strangely acquiescent, obeyed, bending down and taking the head of the upstanding cock between her lips, licking the sharp-tasting drops foaming from the glans. She felt John's loins tense and his fingers lace into her hair at the same time as Kirk's hands spread open her buttocks. The tip of the tongue on her tightly puckered anus made Donna rock forward in cold shock, sucking in John's long fat prick until her nose hit his pubic hair.

She mewed and squirmed uncomfortably as the wet tongue toyed with her asshole, Donna concentrating on sucking John's prick to keep her mind off the maddening tantalizing tickle in the crevice of her ass. She felt her body giving up its resistance to this depraved act; indeed, there was almost immediate and uncontrollable excitement growing in her.

John clenched and unclenched his hands in her hair, gently rotating his hips and feeling the waves of pleasure washing down through his intestines to his balls as he fucked the warm wet in sucking sensuous red-lipped hole in the beautiful face of this previously aloof woman. He felt dizzy as if the blood rushing to his swelling prick were being drained directly from his brain and he needed to hold her head for balance.

Kirk worked widening circles on the little asshole with his tonguetip until he was washing the whole of the wrinkled rubber ring and its surrounding walls with the flat of his tongue. He returned the tip to the asshole opening and pressed until the tough nether flesh gave and let the tongue in. Donna involuntarily tightened her sphincters around his tongue and clenched her wide-open ass cheeks on his face. She moaned as he flicked his tongue further in and out of the opening, relentlessly wearing down the stubborn will of the rubbery ring to resist when he introduced the head of his cock.

Donna's ass, imprisoned by his hands, struggled sideways to rid the anus of the persistent visitor, but Kirk applied forward pressure with his head on her buttocks and drove her further up John's choking cock.

He continued to dance his tongue in and out of her asshole, pushing deeper and twirling circles with the tip, until Donna thought it would drive her insane. She unconsciously increased the suction from her mouth at a frenzy to match the darts loosening up her backside, unknowingly giving John the best blow job he ever had, wet, busy working, warm and passionate, making his legs feel weak, John became aware of the tensing building up in his balls, and he knew if she kept her delicious living mouth on his prick a minute longer, he was going to cum all over the place. He didn't want to end it all so quickly, but he wasn't, by Christ, going to let the work of an expert cocksucker go unrewarded.

Kirk settled the problem for both of them. He pulled his head out of her ass and leaned back on the couch, spreading his thighs and positioning his stiff cock skyward. He slapped Donna on the ass to get her attention. She backed off John's prick and looked over her shoulder at Kirk.

"Whoa back." He grinned at her evilly, his hands slipping around her buttocks to the front, the fingers digging into her hipbones as he pulled her toward him.

Donna was so aroused that resistance was impossible; she lowered herself until she felt the broad head of the cock touch the crevice. Now Kirk moved his hands around to the underside of her buttocks and split them open wide to settle the tip of his prick against the rubbery ring.

Donna's face tensed as she anticipated the ripping pain of entry, supporting her weight with her hands on the couch. She held her breath as the pressure from DeLapp's cock against her asshole mounted as she gingerly lowered and the prick rose higher to complete the union.

Donna's heavy irregular breathing was the only sound in the room. The others watched quietly, in hypnotized fascination, as the beautiful woman pulled her lips back over her clenched teeth and turned every ounce of her concentration to inflicting upon herself that first flash of intestinal pain that would mean the prick had broken through the resisting asshole ring. Sweat was breaking out on her brow and her underarms. Suddenly it happened. "Aaaaag, Jesus!"

Kirk reached around and grabbed the heavy breasts of the panting perspiring woman who had admitted the head of his prick to her asshole. He felt the nipples instantly snap erect to his touch. He wiggled his own buttocks into the couch cushion to help her rectum adjust. The tiny stretched anus gripped the head of his cock like a rubber band stretched to the limits. She was over the first part of the pain and now all that remained was for the rectum to take his cock to the hilt.

Kirk pulled against her breasts and humped up his groin to wedge more cock into her asshole.

"Oh, easy! Jesus! Take it easy," she groaned.

The abused ass sent a tightening signal to the entry ring and it gripped around the prickhead like the noose on a hanging victim. DeLapp kneaded her breasts harshly and gouged his forehead into her spine as he felt the intimidating asshole attempting to guillotine his prick. He couldn't stand waiting any longer. He centered his strength and drove his loins up off the cushion with all his might.

"Ugh, ooh, ahhh."

He had cruelly impaled her asshole with all of his cock. In a split-second of relaxation of the tight ring, he had plunged his long shaft unimpeded to the hot rubbery depths of her rectum. Donna's body quivered from the sudden rude shock. The burning pain up her anal passage was easing off as her rear almost immediately adjusted to the cruel sodomy. She lifted her face and saw John's prick standing at the ready in front of her. She took it in her hand and heard the catch in his throat escape as if he were on the edge of cumming and the slightest attention would finish the job. She hoped he wouldn't cum and spoil it because now she had to be fucked-and fucked royally-or go insane.

"Hurry up, Kirk. Get her over," John practically shouted.

Donna remembered there were three faces behind John and she wondered what kind of a lewd picture they presented. She imagined she looked as if she merely was sitting on his lap, there being no way of knowing now that there was a prick up her ass. Kirk flexed his cock and she winced.

"It's a tight sweet little asshole," he admitted, like a true connoisseur.

DeLapp nudged Donna to follow and he began turning his body to the side, sliding his ass on the cushion and lifting his feet up from the floor. Her asshole held tight to his cock and directed her following body with a painful radar. Finally they were settled on the couch with DeLapp on his back, his cock embedded deep inside her anus, and she lying full-length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs were limp, feet drawn up to the outside of his thighs and the knees open to ease the tearing strain on her asshole.

John couldn't wait. He slipped between her widespread legs, straddling Kirk's knees and opened her thighs even wider. He took his throbbing hot cock in his hand and guided it without delay until the bulbous head split her soft pink damp warm cuntlips. He took a deep breath and fell lightly forward to chew on her breasts, letting his husky cock sink to the stump in blissful relief in the wet unresisting cavern of her cunt.

"Ooooooooh," she moaned, the pleasure in her voice was undeniable, as John's glistening white cock slid smoothly into her belly, joining DeLapp's prick already buried there in her rectum. Donna was sandwiched between them, impaled between their cocks like meat on a barbecue spit. Only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and snatch separated the two fleshy spears.

There was no waiting. John, holding his breath since she ended her sucking of his cock, began furiously fucking into her hot moist pussy, while Kirk beneath thrusted up with short solid strokes into the depths of her rectum. In a few seconds they had found a natural rhythm and buffeted her between them like a boxer and his trainer exercising with the heavy bag. Donna had begun a low moan, not even conscious of the sound herself, the strange sound of a cat purring in soprano, interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with greater and greater impact.

The two thick cudgels of white meat skewered Donna's wide wishboned legs, splitting the orifices of her loins like twin battering rams. The spectators, who were all naked themselves now, were strangely quiet. The only sounds in the room were the grunts and moans, the sound of flesh pounding on flesh, and the wind rattling against the shutters.

Sue stood between Rod and Jejune, both of whom were absently running their fingers over her body as they watched the fucking spectacle on the couch in mounting excitement. Sue was clinically interested in how her husband fucked Donna, because she could vicariously take the place of the other woman in her mind, as she saw the ragged pink edges of Donna's cunt drawing back with John's outstroke and then his cunt-wet cock folding the lips in again as the long stroke rammed the prick far into the deepest accessible parts of her belly.

Sue saw that Kirk was taking cruel pleasure in the violation of Donna's asshole, gritting his teeth and grinning demoniacally with each murderous long stroke he rammed splittingly between her buttocks. She also realized that it was Rod's hand tenderly holding and squeezing her breast, and she didn't have to think about the fine-boned slender hand that stroked the fur muff above her vagina, knowing from the skilled pleasure-producing touch that it belonged to Jejune.

Viewing the two men ravishing the beautiful Donna at the same time, beating her insides with their pelvic billyclubs with no thought of injury, stirred up the most intense feelings of desire in Sue's swelling breasts that she had ever experienced. She wanted Rod to fuck her, or the tender sucking lips of Jejune to work her vagina to jelly and her clitoris to a bursting fibrous glow, and then to experience that marvelous moment of climax. Her modesty over the prospect of performing in front of others vanished and was forgotten as the cries from the twin-fucked Donna reached a new decibel level. Even the wind howled in ecstasy. Sue had to cum and she wouldn't hesitate to do it in Yankee Stadium before sixty-five thousand screaming sports fans the way she now felt.

Donna was moaning in undisguised impassioned pleasure. Totally letting herself go, overindulged in pricks, she howled and bucked and fucked back at each of the pounding penises. With each driving digging stroke, she counter-punched, taking everything they had-wanting even more. She was the very picture of wantonness. Her hips fired backwards to meet the up-thrust of Kirk's cramming his cock into her rectum and then shot forward to swallow the whole of John's plunging cock into her lead-melting-hot pussy. Her whole frame undulated between the two men and her buttocks twitched as they moved in tiny abandoned circles.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... " she chanted in step with the buildup inside her belly toward an explosion, the climb inside her at an even faster pace than the punishing dual thrusting into her loins. She was almost there, close, closer, closer! All three of them were groaning and panting and gasping a rendition of total oblivion to life or persons outside of their sexual triangle.

John finished first.

"I'm cumming... oh, fuck, it's good," he slobbered down on her breasts as he fired a full load of hot sperm into her steaming pussy, his prick being pumped by Donna's flailing muff as she reached her climax.

"Ooooh, oooooh, I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING! Oooooh... My ass, my cunt... oh, ooooh! God!"

Donna's orgasm climbed and climbed, it doubled-echoed-continued, but she was still conscious of the spurting prick in her cunt, and then she heard the puffing sound beneath her and the heavy groan before the first molten burst of viscous seminal fluid flooded her rectum, the twitching prick swelling as it fired another salvo and further stretching her seldom-worked asshole passage.

"Up the ass! All the way... deep, deep, up your fucking ass," Kirk growled into her hair with the voice of a madman as his flowing cock spewed the last burst of jism into her body, and she began the decline from her climax.

They lay, a sticky wet oozing heap for a minute, breathing heavily, taking time to let their heartbeats settle and the blood return to its other roles in the body. Finally John climbed up, his prick limp and withdrawing from her cunt with a wet sucking noise. Donna lay still, unable to move with Kirk beneath her holding her around the waist and with his cock up her asshole. Gratefully now she could feel the prick deflating. John stood over the couch and looked at how she was lying, legs obscenely splayed, his cum mixing with her own and spilling out the ragged pink edges of her cunt-lips and down to the stump of Kirk's cock protruding from her rectum below.

John looked at his wife, half expecting to find a disapproving hurt expression on her face... if she bothered to return his look at all. He was stunned. Her eyes were wide and glazed over with smoking desire, and she was holding Rod's stiff prick in her hand. Her look was locked on Kirk's cock still embedded in Donna's asshole. John also was shocked to see that Jejune had two fingers up Sue's cunt, but his wife was making no objection. No more than she was pushing away Rod's hand lazily feeling her tits. John clearly saw his wife frozen in an emotional hangover trance, transfixed by the experience of viewing Donna sandwiched between John and Kirk.

Sue all at once snapped out of it. She squeezed Rod's prick in her hand as if joyfully aware of it for the first time and looked at his face eagerly.

"Do it to me."

"Sure. Which side?"

"I want it in my bottom. I've never had it there."

"Fine. Looks like I'm always the guy who does the firsts. First in suck, first in fuck and first in the ass of my cousin." He managed to make it sound like a family motto.

Jejune took her by the arm.

"Rod can do what Kirk was doing, and I will play John's role here," she said, patting Sue's pubic hair. "We will keep it all in the family."

A flash of doubt crossed Sue's face. She saw Donna sitting up on Kirk's lap and lifting her plundered asshole off his dying prick. It came out with a loud plop as the tight vacuum was broken. Donna had a dazed expression, like a prizefighter who has taken a solid shot to the head and cannot shake off the effects. Her eyes bulged wide as if being forced out from behind by liquid filling her head.

"L-listen to m-me, all of you. I want... w-want to... " Donna said, unable to enunciate words. She struggled to circumvent the wadding stuffed in her brain so that she could take charge once more, to get the gathering back under control and reveal to them, from what they had witnessed, what were the mental quirks with John and Kirk: how John was a classic example of the insecure and immature boy trying to convince himself of his malehood by his sickening, hound-sniffing, never-ending quest for strange tail; and how the sadistic Kirk with his preference for the buggering of even his female sex partners had blossomed from latent homosexuality into a full flowering fag. But Donna's capacities for making these and other observations had deserted her. They disappeared just as her traditional reserve, her high I.Q., and her love for mother, flag, and country had galloped off to desert her at the precise moment her overfucked body's sensual spirit peaked to the highest possible orgasm within her human tolerance.

Donna had flipped out. Been lucked silly! She wouldn't get her head together for days, and when she did her preconceived notions about the ways husbands and wives should behave by themselves, and with other couples of similar tastes, would have been rinsed away without a trace of memory, scrubbed and drained along with the cum of two men who convincingly conveyed into her anal and vaginal orifices the message that you better get it now while there are people around wanting to share it with you, because you won't find swappers when you're in the senior citizens' home!

Sue obediently and eagerly bent over the edge of the awe-inspiring huge mahogany table, baring her ass for all the world to see. She even put both hands behind her and pulled apart the cheeks of her buttocks, to reveal the little brown star of her virginal anus. Rod stepped up behind her and began teasingly working his huge stiff cock into the folds of her ass.

"Will it hurt very much, Rod?" she asked. "You're so big, and I'm so small there."

Rod bent down and kissed her buttocks. "It will hurt at first," he admitted. "But didn't it hurt the night I broke your hymen in the car?"

John's mouth fell open and a strangled sound of protest gurgled from his throat.

Rod continued, his voice calmly reassuring, "I don't believe you regret that little pain."

John spoke up. "Sue... darling! You're not going to let him... " He stopped. There was pain in his voice and anguish on his face. He had grown afraid, now that his balls were empty and he felt a measure of his rational mind restored, that he would be forced to witness a degradation of his wife that would write an end to that last measure of innocence he cherished in her. She wasn't like other women. She wasn't a slut--like Donna. "Sue... I realize I have no right to try to be your moral advisor, not after what you watched happen... "

"That's exactly right, John," she interrupted coldly, and now she sounded perfectly sober. "No right at all." John persisted, with a hurt tone in his voice. "Darling, think of how horrible you'll feel tomorrow. You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."

Sue narrowed her eyes and fixed them steadily on her husband. Then an obscene phrase she had heard once from two English sailors fighting in a bar came to mind. "Fuck off," she snarled. "I am about to be asshole fucked and cunt eaten... for starters."

The blow caught John between the eyes, a foul tip from a bat that literally powered him backwards a few paces. "What's happened to you?" he cried, his voice almost unrecognizable in shock.

Sue seemed to grow as he seemed to shrivel in size. There was a fire in her eyes-an all-consuming fire that even made Kirk move back nervously. It was as though the old Sue had been merely a chrysalis and, as they watched, a new birth, a new transformation was taking place.

Regally she walked to the hearth, where minutes before Donna had presided. She stepped up on it and stood looking down. "Beside me, Rod. Beside me, Jejune." The two cousins, smiling knowingly, got up on the hearth. The three of them stood precisely the same way, with legs outstretched and hands on hips.

"We're the Morgans," Sue said. "The great-great-great grandchildren of pirate Henry Morgan and the woman he neglected to marry. Only today have we realized we are, in reality, a sexual triumvirate. And none of you shall ever separate us again. You, Donna. You have nothing to fear from me, for I shall love you as does Jejune." Her voice seemed momentarily to have saddened, "You, John. Whether we stay as man and wife depends upon your ability to adjust to the situation. If you're man enough, if you can reconcile your silly little double standards, then there is hope."

Outside, the wind had died and now the pure white snow flakes came floating down from a starless sky. Today's and yesterday's tracks were gone; tomorrow everything would be new.

The three cousins put their arms around each other. They kissed.

And Sue, obviously the new high priestess, issued the first royal command. "Now... let us make love."