Chapter 110

2100 hours, local time,
Saturday, 19 July, 2014
The Church of the New Covenant
Hinton, West Virginia

I was soon deep inside Willa again, even as she was engaged in sucking on Wilbur Junior, her own brother. Eileen’s tongue was up her ass, too, making it quite evident that the former mayor enjoyed the taste of Willa’s tush very much. The redneck cutie definitely had a sweet bum, no doubt of that, so I could hardly fault Eileen for wanting to devour it. I did, however, take some pics of the action between rapid and furious strokes inside Willa’s luscious gash.

“Is that for your personal scrapbook, honey? Would it go under ‘Former Mayor Rims Backwoods Babe,’ or something to effect? Well, feel free to snap this!” Eileen teased me before guiding me out of Willa’s snatch into her ass and sucking my balls.

Aside from a quick “yelp” because she had too little warning about the sodomy, Willa mostly just reacted with delight at being rogered good anally. The way that I impaled her fine derriere for several strokes before letting Eileen suck me ass-to-mouth very much excited all of us. Willa proved that much by pulling Eileen up to lock lips and tangle tongues with her, sampling her own butt-crack from her lips. If Wilbur Jr. minded that, you couldn’t tell by the way that he bided his time while sucking on her tits.

“By the way, I’m pregnant again, you know. Due to recent events, that is. It’s probably yours, though I can’t be certain. Eileen’s knocked up, too. Her baby, well, that’s anyone’s guess due to our calculations about her cycle. Odds favor Stuart, given how often he fucks her, but Junior here has a decent shot, of course. Among others, mind you. Oh, by the way, Karen wants a chance, too,” Willa told me, even as I went back and forth from her ass to her pussy and vice versa.

“Karen?” I inquired, even as I noticed that there were some new people around.

“Commander Karen Bolt, of course. Of the Virginia Naval Defense Forces, I might add. Formerly Major Karen Bolt of the United States Marine Corps. By the way, I want to celebrate yet another street and block that has fallen into our hands. They’re fighting desperately, like cornered and wounded badgers, taking far too many of our lives, but the ASF is on the ropes. They’re going down and everyone knows it.

“We’ve cleared most of the residential areas and forced them to defend the industrial and government districts with a last-ditch stand. I’m guessing that it will all be over in Richmond by August Third at the latest. Salem can be mopped up by the Twelfth to Thirteenth, max. There is heavy fighting in both cities and along the Roanoke front, of course, but the Nazis are now fighting more for their lives than for any cause by now. It’s a desperate conflict, no doubt about that,” Karen informed me, even as she bent over and let Satan eat her ass for a hot minute.

Wait a minute ... Satan was rimming Karen Bolt? Well, that certainly proved that if he ever lost his libido, he must have regained it. Recent events might have been a cock block or buzzkill or whatever, but the Prince of Darkness was in his element now. Give the Devil his due, he knew how to rim a girl’s sweet booty. He was no slouch in the sack.

The next thing that I knew, I looked around and saw several dozen demons among us, all cavorting and carousing with the humans and angels. It was a clusterfuck of orgiastic delights that crossed mortal and ethereal realms, men with women with futas with angels with demons. There was soon naked flesh everywhere, finally fusing seamlessly into a tangled heap of bodies writhing in pure, carnal, animal lust. There was sweat, jizz, lady cum, and plenty of libations of other kinds poured out on top of everyone. I could smell wine, beer, whiskey, rum, gin, absinthe (yes, even absinthe), tobacco, cannabis, hashish, cider, vodka, etc.