Chapter 104

1945 hours, local time,
Friday, 18 July, 2014
Corcoran’s Cafe
Hinton, West Virginia

I quickly found my stride, my pace, as I slid into each patron and the remaining staffers from behind. Couples were bent over in front of me, the boyfriend and girlfriend together, the husband and wife, the fiance and fiancee. They all seemed eager to please me, to take me balls deep on every stroke. Single people were also bent over in front of me, both sexes, of course. It felt tighter or looser, of course, depending on the person underneath me, but all the same, it felt amazing. There were also two pairs of women, though I wasn’t sure if they were couples or not, even though they certainly did things to each other.

I used pussy after lady ass after man ass, one after another, shoving it deeper to bottom out inside each partner as I pleased. The enthusiasm with which each lady pushed back at me, bucking their hips, thrusting back at me with every last stroke, was more than a little impressive. I had an audience, of course, mostly my own spouses who were engaged in finishing their meals and desserts as they were brought to them by Charlene, sometimes Carrie or Mandy as well.

“Damn, honey, he really doesn’t need to recharge at all! He’s just going and going and going, like the fucking Energizer Bunny or something! It’s amazing! It’s ... incredible, well, you know,” one thirty something woman who wore only a crop top to the restaurant in apparent hopes of seducing me, told her husband.

“Yeah, no shit!” her hubby answered, having felt my cock up his ass just minutes before.

“Did it hurt too much? Just remember, I took it in two holes, not just one! Just saying, babe! I get that it hurts, but it’s not the end of the world! Okay, well, I guess that it is, but you know what I mean,” the wife laughed, just as I thrust a bit harder back there, “I have to warn you, I’m kind of a pain slut.”

“Which explains why you’re not as sympathetic to hubby’s pain and discomfort as you could be, but just remember, not everyone is. Sure, he’s feeling more pleasure than he lets on, too, but that’s not the point now, is it?” I told the wife as I slapped her very hard on the ass.

She yelped, but then licked her lips in obvious delight. I finally slid back into her pussy and she creamed herself as I slapped her booty again. I then placed her husband’s face between her cheeks to ensure that he rimmed her as much as he lusted to do, judging from his expressions. Her response to her husband’s tongue and my cock inside her at once was one for the history books, so intense an orgasm that she nearly broke the table beneath her just before I spilled my seed inside her.

“Oh, honey, thank you for that ... and you, my Lord ... Prophet, whatever! Sorry about seeming callous. I just had nothing but the painful pleasure ... or is that pleasurable pain of him inside me on my mind! I’m Teresa Rivera McLaughlin, by the way. Yeah, I know, a Puerto Rican in West Virginia, so much like a fish out of water, but then my husband is a local. His father is head of the Lion’s Club or something like that, right, babe? This is my husband, Douglas McLaughlin, whom you just ... well, sodomized. He seems pretty cool with it, though,” the lady told me as she kissed her man hard on the mouth.

“And she’s now pregnant by you, just as she’s about to be by me,” Douglas asserted as he slid inside her for sloppy seconds.

“Oh, fuck, honey, yes, that’s the ticket ... give the Prophet’s spawn a twin! Knock me up, too! Fuck me good and hard! Fucking take me!” Teresa declared, “maybe we should exchange vows with the Prophet and his tribe, right? You might even get to knock someone else up, too.”

“Oh, that sounds so fucking hot!” Douglas told her as he slapped her booty and pulled her hair, too.