Chapter 11

After a wonderful timeless interlude that we didn’t bother to calculate, in which I even got some rum to pour all over people’s asses, I decided that I had enough of this particular orgy. It was great while it lasted, especially when I brought Natalie, Benjamin, and Anastassia, as well as Dad and Mrs. Chang, in on the action, but it couldn’t last forever. Time had to move forward at some point, after all. I popped Dad and Lisa back where they belonged, did the same for the Hollywood trio, and grabbed as much of my stuff as I could before thawing out time.

I also took plenty of damning pics, wishing to keep them just in case. It was quite the collection, in fact. I wondered how the LDS church would cover this shit up, because I knew that they would. This was fucking embarrassing for them and very hard to explain, particularly the part just before I thawed Time out, where they were all in a butt-licking circle. Everyone’s tongue was up someone else’s ass, regardless of gender. That would be very tough to explain, wouldn’t it?

I was pretty sure that they would have some very awkward conversations, and silences, about this little hot mess that I created for them. The thought more than amused me, of course. No matter what excuses they gave, the fact remained that they had been intimate with multiple partners in their own ward, often in very kinky or deviant ways, and in many cases, members of their own sex. Gay and lesbian sex was already frowned upon by Mormon authorities. What would happen to the members now, when not even the bishop escaped the taint of carnality and sin? Would they suspend the temple recommends of an entire ward, leadership and all?

I smirked as I imagined how families would deal with the fallout of this, too. Husbands and wives who might not have even been intimate with each other lately had been fucked forty ways to Sunday, not by strangers, but by friends, neighbors, and even relatives. Men and women who were probably the “turn the lights off and bang one night a week, missionary-style,” had been introduced to forms of sexual bliss and delight that would be very difficult to forget, too. Their horizons and boundaries were expanded, whether they wanted them to be or not.

“Serves those starched shirt wearing, Book-of-Mormon waving, door-knocking bastards right, if you ask me,” Hannah assured me when I told her my thoughts.

“And to think that many of them never touched cola, let alone booze ... now they’ve drunk plenty of both, plus buckets of jizz!” Candy snickered as she imagined how many upright mother types would handle swallowing so much spunk.

“How many were virgins, but now they’ve even pronged me,” Andi added, “sorry, guys, but you’ve done it with a drag queen, too! A real sissy!”

“Leaving the cock cage on the bishop will be a little tough to explain away as well. That was a dirty trick, but oh, so much fun! I wonder how long the wife will take before searching for the key in vain ... or will it be hubby because the missus is all too happy to let his tongue do all of the work and leave him with blue balls!” I roared with laughter back home.

“Knowing them, they’ll be looking for a locksmith before too long. After all, Mormons are supposed to breed, and only with their spouses. Kinda hard to breed through a cock cage, ain’t it?” Mom snorted, forgetting that she was originally a reluctant member of the crew.

“Just wait until we offer him the key ... at a price,” I mentioned now.

“What price?” Melanie and Melissa, aka “M and M,” asked me at once.

“He has to service my ladies all night long, while I get to bang his wife and daughter. He won’t have a say in the matter, nor will they, of course. Of course, what I won’t tell him is that I’m just gonna to put that cock cage back on him at some point later so I can make him pay me all over again for his release. He also has to screw his wife and daughter, getting my sloppy seconds from both of them while watching me service my harem.

“And his wife and daughter have to eat each other out, both holes, naturally. He even has to fuck Andi up the bum, too. And to let my women peg him ... all of them,” I nearly choked with laughter at the image of a Mormon bishop being required to do all kinds of “perverted” sex acts to get out of a cock cage.

“Will this go on indefinitely?” Hannah wondered.

“No, eventually, I’ll get bored and just move the daughter in with us to add her as a full member of the harem. I think that she’d be happier here, don’t you agree?” I chuckled, “oh, and I’ll do the same thing to clergy of other denominations. Imagine Lutheran pastors, Baptist preachers, Presbyterian ministers, and Episcopal priests all bent over for pegging by you ladies while I plow their wives and daughters. I’ll likely add their sons to the fun, too. Of course, they must all be of age. I’m no creep.”