Chapter 6

THE PRESENT

I started to climax! Big!! No huge!! At the same time the dog’s huge knot shot like a bolt from a gun right into my ass and flooded my intestines with hot, almost scalding, cum. Sperm. Watery spunk. It was like an enema shooting into my bowels. If I died right then I would have found heaven. It was painful. Oh yes it hurt like hell. But it was a good hurt and with the dog still shooting his sperm into me I climaxed again and again,

Even with the big heavy dog on top of me my body shook. And the dog had stopped his frantic humping.

I don’t remember shouting and screaming but I did. It was screams of joy.

If a doggie dick in my pussy felt good this one in my ass was even more intense. My ass muscles were so tight around the cock that I could feel every twitch, every turn and even the sperm in his evil weapon before he emptied it into my bowels.

My thighs were wet from the previous coupling with his brother, Dexter, and now I could see Dagon staring at me directly in front of my face. So it was Dylan who had claimed my ass.

THE PAST

Jane got up from her seat and picked up my dress. She disappeared out of the room with it returning almost immediately without it.

I was really at their mercy. They all stared at me as if they had never seen a female naked body. I noticed Dr Tabitha looking at me with her green eyes and her lips moving unconsciously. My heart strangely beat quickly. I recognized lust in her eyes. She wanted me like a man. It did not put me off at all. I smiled at her. It, however, was not returned.

“Turn around and bend over the chair with your legs apart,” Joy instructed.

I obeyed. It didn’t bother me at all. If there had been men present it might have been. Then it dawned on me. The reason for the bright lighting. There were cameras in the room. I was being watched and probably filmed. George, Albert and Henry in another room. And listening to every word. Damn them.

“You have a nice ass,” said Gladys. “Pull the cheeks of your ass apart. I want to see your dirty little hole.”

I complied. I hoped the three lads were enjoying the show.

“And how many cocks have been up that nasty shit hole?” Gladys asked me. I was surprised such a prim looking librarian lady could be so crude.

“My late husband enjoyed it there,” I replied. “I haven’t had many lovers since he died.”

“I’ve always liked a nice hard cock up mine,” Gladys continued to surprise me. “Especially when there’s another up my cunt.” She gave a dirty laugh and the others all smiled knowingly.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. The scenes that had been described for me to paint were both erotic and crude. I had tried to make what a lot of people would have thought disgusting as artistic as I could. I think I succeeded. One of my more crude paintings showed a woman impaled on two cocks, one in each of her nether openings whilst her mouth is open to admit the pee from a third cock. I remember being shocked at how my own pussy had become wet all the time I had my brush and paints in hand as I composed this image. No one had ever suggested for me to engage in such a gross act, nor would I have consented. Or so I had thought. Now I could feel myself getting aroused. I felt immediate shame.

All these six elderly women were far more worldly than me. And I wondered why I had been selected to join their erotic world? I knew, however, in a moment I was to find out.

“Have you ever had all three of your holes stuffed with cock at the same time?” asked Joy.

“No,” I replied. “I have never been with more than one man.”

“But the thought excites you?” Joy queried.

I did not answer.

“Please answer us truthfully, Grace, there is nothing to be ashamed of.” this time is was Dr. Tabatha. “All of us here have experienced that thrill. And it is very fulfilling.”

Everyone except me laughed.

“However,” the doctor continued, “we get off more watching but only if the party submitting is enjoying it.”

“Yes,” agreed Maureen. “I can tell you are submissive. Very submissive,” Then her voice suddenly changed. “You will do everything we say. Everything. Without question. Do you understand?”

I shivered. I shook. I trembled.

“Yes.”

“Louder!”

“Yes!!”

“You can sit down now,” said Joy.

I was relieved to do that.

“We are a club of mature women who like to like tell erotic stories. Some are true but most are fantasies. There is only one criteria. All stories centre around one person. A woman. Initially we started out at nineteen upwards of twenty five. And then we found it more stimulating to make the woman around 39 - 40. Widow or divorced. A woman reasonably well known in society. With children who are over the age of 18. Do you know anyone in this room who fits that description?”

“Me,” I replied.

“Yes, you Grace,” said Joy, triumphantly. “It was divine guidance from our beloved Freya Goddess of Sexual Liberty.”

“Freya is a Norse Goddess,” I blurted out. “Also of fertility, abundance and war.”

I was pleased I had stunned them.

“Well, well,” said Maureen. “There’s more to you than pushing a paint brush. I can hardly wait seeing you initiated into our coven as our Queen Bitch”.

“First the marriage,” said Gladys.

“Marriage?” I cried. “I am not going to be married. Submissive or not. No. No. No.”

actually stood up. What I was going to do and where I was going totally naked I didn’t care.

It was Tabitha who came quickly over to me and took my hands. She spoke calm but firm.

“Dear Grace. It is storytelling. We tell the stories. You act them out for us. Think of it as a game.” She pushed me back down onto the recliner. “None of what you will do is real or will last forever. You experience it and the game is over. The game may last a day, a week, or as long as you or we want it to be. We want you to go through a marriage ceremony and take three husbands. Maureen is a licensed Marriage Officer and will conduct the service a little later tonight. She will certify the marriage but of course it is all a game. You cannot legally have three husbands.”

“Especially these husbands,” sniggered Gladys.

She was immediately scolded by Joy and her two sisters glared.

I nodded and relaxed. I guessed I was to be married to George, Albert and Henry. My mind immediately conjured up various combinations of sexual positions I could be entangled in married to them.