Chapter 22

Joan knew that she was the cause of her failed marriage to Don but she knew also that her sister had been partly responsible for it. Although the separation had been apparently amicable, Joan wanted to get even, somehow, to debase and humiliate her goody-goody adolescent sibling.

During the Summer Joan had made a new friend, in addition to Laura. Sophie Jones was the Nurse and Guidance Counselor for Joan's new school. The thirtyish woman was an Amazonian beauty, nearly six feet tall with long legs, wide hips and hooters that made Joan's large breasts look modest in comparison.

Sophie was an adventurous soul, sexually adventurous. She sensed some of the same tendencies in her new friend, Joan, and by the time the new school year began, they had developed a plan to achieve Joan's obscene objectives for her sister.

The plan involved two of Sophie's other friends. The two women were at the same school as Sophie and Joan, a History teacher and an English teacher. They had formed a little group last year, before Joan became involved, and had regularly enjoyed each other and, because of one of Sophie's special talents, they sometimes were joined by one of the boys from the school.

Sophie was the ringleader or, as she called herself, the High Priestess. Among her talents was the ability to hypnotize people but of course this had limited usefulness because people cannot be persuaded through hypnotism to do things that are against their moral beliefs. For their purposes, however, this was not a significant problem. The vast majority of teenaged boys are not dissuaded by moral constraints from having sexual intercourse with compliant girls or women.

As School Nurse, Sophie knew much about the students and she used one particular aspect of her knowledge to select candidates to participate in their meetings. Her specific interest was genitalia and principally, the size thereof. During the two years that their group had been in existence they had enjoyed the company of the best-endowed young bucks in the school.

This year Sophie had selected a new student, a sixteen-year-old boy who was not outwardly noteworthy, not especially handsome, not terribly intelligent and rather shy. In one respect however he was unique. Billy was almost a freak. His erect penis was gargantuan, more than ten inches long with a circumference that approached eight inches. When Joan heard the details she knew that he was the instrument for getting even with Joan.

Setting it up had been easy. Julie, pleased that her sister didn't bear a grudge about having her husband stolen from her, had been delighted to attend one of the 'meetings'.

Billy had been easy to program. His only sexual experiences had been brief and less than satisfying since his teenaged conquests had been terrified by his size so all he'd had so far was a few handjobs. Now he would meet adult women who wanted his size.

In addition to Joan, Sophie and Julie there would be Susan Mac Clean, the fat History teacher and Elizabeth Dobie, the shapely English teacher. And all but the two visitors would be fully versed in what was to happen.

Julie double-checked the address. Yes, this was the place. It was a large house set well back from the street in a thickly treed lot. She was relieved when Joan answered her ring at the door and, after brief introductions to the others, she settled down on the big sofa beside Susan and accepted a drink. It was a strong rum and coke and the heavy flavour of the drink masked the tastes of the Roofie and the special 'breast-swelling' pills that had been crushed and dissolved in the potion.

Thirty minutes later Julie was essentially unconscious from the Roofie-laced rum. Sophie, Susan and Elizabeth carried her to a bedroom and undressed her while Joan went to another room to prepare herself for her first time as Priestess.

It didn't take very long to complete all the preparations because the Altar Room had been set up in advance. It was a medium-sized room behind a secret, sliding panel off the bedroom where Julie had been undressed. The naked woman had been carried into the Altar Room where the Sacrificial Altar was the centerpiece.

The Altar was a narrow, padded, plywood sheet raised about eighteen inches from the floor. At each corner of the altar was a padded manacle and Julie was laid on the altar and the shackles attached to her wrists and ankles so that she was spread-eagled flat on her back.

Sophie then took a small, battery powered shaver and went to work on the sparse hair between Julie's legs. While she was shaving the helpless girl, first with the shaver, then with foamy shaving cream and a safety razor, the other two women were undressing.

Elizabeth took special pleasure from Susan's soft, fleshy frame just as Susan was hugely turned on by the other woman's firm-fleshed, shapely body. They were about the same height and they began by standing and kissing each other, but not for long.

Together the women slumped to the floor and Elizabeth lay back on the carpet. Wordlessly, Susan knelt and caressed her friend's firm, high breasts, her hands sliding down from there across her flat belly to the dark, curly nest between her widespread thighs. Elizabeth thrilled to the gentle, skillful touch on her velvety skin, reaching up to fill her hands with Susan's soft, pliant, mammoth jugs, teasing the nipples to erection and savouring the voluptuous feel of the other woman's body, so different from her own.

By the time Sophie had finished shaving Julie the other two women were in the classic sixty-nine position with Susan's head between Elizabeth's thighs and her fat pussy grinding down on her friend's active mouth.

Elizabeth took particular pleasure from Susan, partly because she loved the soft clinginess of her corpulent body but mainly because she knew that she had been the first to show her friend the way that women could satisfy each other. She licked and sucked the pulpy softness pressed to her mouth, her saliva adding to the natural wetness that seeped from Susan's swollen twat.

Susan locked her lips on Elizabeth's throbbing clitoris, her tongue thrumming the sensitive erectile as she rotated her wide hips over her friend's face. Elizabeth was squeezing and pulling at her pendulous breasts, rubbing her palms over the rubbery tips while Susan's hands were under Elizabeth's firm buttocks, mauling them, her finger teasing the sensitive nether orifice.

Sophie watched with satisfaction as her friends moaned and writhed on the floor. It gave her a sense of power to know that she had taught them, had showed them the delights they could give each other. She looked at her watch, the only thing she was wearing, making sure that things were still on schedule. And then, with a flurry of motion and a tumult of gasping cries the two women achieved climax.

"All right, girls, don't wear yourselves out," Sophie cautioned as they rose groggily to their feet. "Don't forget that Joan's sister is the star of tonight's ceremony."

The other two women knelt beside the prone girl on the Altar and Sophie sprawled at the end of the Altar between Julie's widespread legs.

"She's lovely," Susan said softly as her mouth nibbled the jutting nipple of Julie's breast. "So big and firm," she added, envious of the contrast to her own soft, floppy mammaries.

Julie's breasts were indeed large and firm. Normally a sizeable D Cup, the potion had caused them to swell to at least a DD Cup and they stood high and taut as the two women paid homage to their sensitive voluptuosity.

Sophie's long tongue caressed the fat, smooth fleshrolls of young Julie's twat. As she licked the clean-shaven flesh it swelled and the narrow crevice widened to reveal the pink inner flesh. She heard the girl's sharp intake of breath when her tongue probed the humid slit and then there was a little squeal when she found the erect clitoral button. Burying her face in the delightful softness, Sophie attacked the drugged girl's pussy with alacrity.

Julie was not exactly conscious but nonetheless she was aware of the gentle teasing of her secret places. Her breasts felt as if they were swollen, tingling and super-sensitive under the moist, warm lips that caressed them. Between her legs she felt like she had a balloon, a throbbing, pulsing mass of feverish flesh that was sending hot signals to her drug-dulled brain. Her broad hips began to undulate to the extent possible, constrained by the shackles on her arms and legs, as the hot urge for release engulfed her quaking loins.

When Joan entered the room she was greeted by the sight of Alison and Susan kneeling on the floor beside Julie while Sophie was sprawled on the end of the altar between the girl's widespread legs. The two kneeling women were feasting on Julie's marvelous breasts, sucking and tonguing the erect nipples while Sophie's face was buried in the softness of her swollen sex.

"My God, Joan!" Elizabeth's pretty mouth gaped in astonishment when she saw her accomplice. Joan was naked, her cheeks painted with black lines that looked like cat's whiskers, her eyes darkened so that they seemed to have a distinct slant, an exaggerated Oriental appearance. The nipples of her breasts were scarlet, like her mouth, and her large hooters were made to appear even bigger than they were by black rings painted around their peripheries. But the most astounding aspect of her was the long appendage strapped to her wide hips. It was an ebony pseudo-penis, at least a foot long but not much more than an inch in diameter which made it look like a spear.

"You can't put that in her, Joan! It's too long!"

"She can take it, Elizabeth. There's lots of room where this is going to go." And the woman wriggled her hips, making the long dildo sway back and forth like a branch in the wind.

Julie moaned softly. She was so hot. Her breasts were warm and they felt huge and something wet and warm was caressing them, suctioning them with a delightful gentleness. And, between her legs, it was wet too. Was Don kissing her? She didn't care as long as it kept on. She couldn't raise her legs or reach down to pull his head closer but the pressure was building in her loins. She was going to cum!

"Unfasten her, girls. Turn her over. She's ready!" Joan spat out her orders and the three women hastened to obey. As they positioned the semi-conscious girl on her hands and knees, Joan picked up a tube of K-Y jelly from beside the Altar and liberally slathered her black dildo with the clear lubricant.

"Don't stop, girls. Lie under her. She loves what you're doing."

Things could not have gone better if they had been able to rehearse them. It was awkward but Elizabeth and Susan lay on the edge of the Altar and drew Julie down so that again they could suckle her large, swollen breasts. Sophie sprawled, only her upper body on the Altar, and Julie compliantly lowered her hips so that she could again feel the exciting caress of the mouth and tongue on her pulsating pussy.

The painted woman knelt astride Sophie's shoulders and leaned inward, aiming the long, slender spear at the bulbous buttocks of her kneeling sister. She parted the fleshy hemispheres and guided the well-greased lance to the dark, puckered ring of Julie's virgin anus.

Julie uttered a throaty moan as she felt the new and different sensation. There was a moment of discomfort but friction on the sensitive orifice added to the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing from the other assaults on her nubile body. The whole thing was indescribable. She was being invaded, every source of erotic sensation was being titillated and she felt a momentous pressure building in her loins.

For Joan it was an experience of revenge. She gloated as, inch by jelly-dripping inch, she penetrated the luscious, young creature's ass. She had to hold the girl's hips as they rotated and lurched while the long tool speared her. Joan exulted, much like an immoral man deflowering a reluctant virgin and she began to fuck the girl with steady, long-thrusting strokes.

The whole episode took less than five minutes. Julie was conscious only of bliss and ecstasy as the multi-faceted assault on her pleasure points brought her to orgasm. The hard lance drove deep up into her bowels creating new and different sensations while her swollen, sensitized breasts and her throbbing pussy added to her agitation. With a long, low moan she collapsed on the three women under her as the fourth woman drove the lewd instrument into the very depths of her bowels.

"You're wicked, Joan," Sophie said with an evil smile as she slid out from under the limp-bodied girl.

"You gave me the idea, Sophie. When will Billy come?"

"If you mean, when will he arrive, it should be any moment? It will be a bit longer before her cums." Sophie smiled at her pun.

"I hope that injection works for him," Elizabeth said as she too got out from under the sated girl. "I've never been so horny!"

Susan and Elizabeth re-attached the shackles to Julie's wrists and ankles, positioning her again flat on her back. They'd heard the doorbell and Sophie had gone to meet Billy there.

It was as if she was looking through a fog. Julie saw a naked man, no, a boy. Her drug-dulled gaze fixed on the huge pole that projected outward and upward from his groin and she knew what the boy was going to do. "Oh no," she whimpered. She couldn't allow it. She was Don's. Only Don's. She stared at the mammoth appendage as the boy knelt between her legs. She tried to close her legs, to lift her arms and push him away, but something prevented it. She was helpless.

"The first one will pretend she doesn't want to," Sophie had told him. "But she does. All of us want to have you inside us. We will help you, Billy, and you will learn how wonderful it can be."

Billy looked lustfully at the beautiful, big-breasted girl. Oh God! He'd seen her before although she went to a different school. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, the swollen lips wet and glistening, the pink inner petals slightly open as if inviting deeper exploration.

Julie couldn't take her eyes from the massive, purple-tipped stake that was coming relentlessly closer to her fluttering flesh. She strained against her bonds but to no avail. The boy leaned over her and she saw someone's hand grasp the thick shaft and direct it between the twin fleshrolls of her cunt. Oh God no. She was going to cheat on her lover. But it wasn't her fault, was it?

The boy gasped with pleasure as he collared his gargantuan tool in the elastic mouth of the beautiful girl's clean-shaven quim. It was wonderful. He felt the hot moistness of her cuntmouth engulf him and he pushed slowly inward, savouring the cock-skinning clasp as the resilient sheath expanded to take him. He entered with a series of ever-longer thrusts until he felt something hard against the tip of his tool. But that didn't stop him. He heard the girl's strangled gasp as he rearranged her interior, pushing past her cervix to bury all ten inches in the depths of her young body.