Chapter 4: The Pleasures of the Pussy

Celeste had a plan; it was with confidence that she strode up the cobblestone walkway to the main estate past the main fence. The place seemed to have gone to seed a bit. The normally manicured front lawn was only half-mowed; as if Ol' Tommy had started cutting the grass and trimming the hedges as he'd done for fifteen years, but then suddenly stopped short.

Probably didn't matter; Celeste had other matters on her mind. Daddy was finally going to listen to her! All this money, all these connections; and he had always refused to do this one SIMPLE thing for Celeste. Well; she had him by the giblets now!

The girl took a deep breath as she approached the front door; to increase her resolve for the argument that was sure to follow. She could play hardball with the boys! And now she'd prove it!

There was a throaty moan and a girlish twitter from the symmetrical bushes to her right; to the side of one of the white equipment sheds used for groundskeeping. Only mildly curious; but the sight that met Celeste's brown eyes was flabbergasting.

Ol' Tommy, the fifty-nine year old groundskeeper was nude except for his workboots lying on the manicured lawn. And he was not alone. The scene before her was like one of her brother's pervy hardcore slut magazines come to life. There were six of them; a range of colors and ethnicities. None of them was below a D-cup. Celeste was normally a good judge of other women; she thought she could tell quickly whether someone was a good girl, slut, honor-student, goth-chick, etc. In just a few moments.

These women were too beautiful to be skid-row hookers; but what else would explain their nudity; here with grizzled Ol' Tommy, the blue-collar wage slave living paycheck-to-paycheck. No ... they should be runway models, with faces and figures like that! But women with these looks could be making millionaire salaries at the agencies in New York, or Paris. What would such women be doing in Po-dunk central?

And their boobs; that especially grated with Celeste; so full and firm and jiggly and ripe ... the total opposite of her own, flat-as-a-board non-endowments. Maybe it was petty of her; but she didn't think she could EVER be friends with a chesty girl. Some of them had breasts that were just at the maximum limit for what any reasonable woman might expect to have, others ... had to be implants! But even that was strange; With such elegant, hauntingly exotic faces and features; why not just go the high-class modeling route? Why get implants that would limit you to the low-brow market?

Because they were whores?

Had to be! And Ol' Tommy bought SIX of them? Living with his meager salary? If these women where whores; they could command the priciest, call-girl salaries!

Tommy must be stealing from the estate. Nothing else seemed to fit.

"N-n-no..." Tommy muttered, as if he were somehow an unwilling participant. "I ... I have a wife..."

"Not for long!" growled a black slut who was riding his cock furiously. Ebony curls flowed down the wickedly sexy hourglass curves of her hips. She was really doing it; fucking the groundskeeper with no condom or anything. "Your wife ... she won't fuck you like we will!" The whore grunted between wet thrusts.

"We'll give you more than she can..." remarked a nude redhead with fiery hair down to the small of her back.

"Any hole, any position you can imagine!" hissed a girl with short blond bangs.

"Your wife won't give you THIS!" Even as his cock was occupied, another woman circled around Tommy, and kneeled - placing her wet slit against his face. She was a black-haired, pale-skinned woman with dark eyes; perhaps Persian/Iranian in ancestry.

Regardless, Ol' Tommy gave a lurid moan and began actively slurping, suckling her pussy. It was like he was ... feeding from her. Persian-girl's ass flexed and her hands guided Tommy's grizzled, hairy half-beard face deeper into her sensitive sanctum.

His black lover seemed to be having the time of her life. The way she tightened her ass; the way she squeezed Tommy's manmeat ... what did it mean? It seemed as though there was more than just the climax involved. Every few thrusts; she would squeeze and grunt; almost as if she wanted something; was trying to get Tommy's dick to ... do something else? She needn't worry about getting him to cum; he was well on his way; was there more than that?

There were two others, white girls with brilliant cascades of salon-styled bronze-brown hair that stood apart, their backs to Celeste, as if waiting for something. "It will be so much better than anything you could get from your wife." Said the one on the left.

"Your dreams, your instincts, your lusts will all come true." said righty.

"And all you have to do is cum." Said lefty.

"Cum for us!" said the redhead.

"Cum in me! On me! Give it all to meeeeeeee!" shrieked the black girl whose pussy rippled lusciously along Tommy's engorged shaft.

"TOMMMMMYYYYY!!!!! you're FIRED!!" Celeste howled, finger pointing accusingly at the perverse assembly.

The girls half-turned to regard the newcomer and just laughed. Laughed. At her. As if she was nothing. Tommy's only response was a throaty gurgle in the pussy of the Persian slut. Had he even heard her?

Everyone heard the muffled squeal from the gnarly old groundskeeper as he began his latest orgasm into the black chick. Clearly, it was an impressive spew. He spasmed as his dick jetted white life into the welcoming womb of his nude lover. He seemed to continue thrashing with orgasmic delight for over thirty seconds, cumming all the while. Strange; Celeste seemed to remember once accidentally seeing an erectile dysfunction drug in Tommy's bag during a time period where we has having trouble with his wife. Hmm ... no such problems now, it seemed.

Even still, even after such a catastrophic orgasm, the girls didn't get up, didn't want to release Tommy. For his part he just moaned, panting in the grass. Instead the girls switched. The black girl disengaged; and Celeste was both tittilated and disgusted to get a glimpse of a thick, full, purplish cock at least ten-inches in length. Had Ol' Tommy always had a horsecock?

She didn't see it for long; The long-haired redhead quickly took the black girl's place, immediately sliding the still-hard dick into her own pussy and going to work on Tommy again. It was as if she fully expected him to produce again almost immediately. The man was near sixty! No way! But somehow, these girls seemed confident, and ... impossibly, the rangy old man was still hard!

Persian girl stood up, nude and glistening with sex and sweat, DD-melons seeming to sparkle as the sunlight played across the gleaming moisure on her nipples. The lips of her pussy still throbbing, she walked over near the shed to where Tommy's workpants had been discarded. She took his wallet and began to thumb through the contents.

Meanwhile, the bronze-haired lovelies began twisting, gyrating, swaying their hips, asses, and boobs in what could only be described as a mating dance. Now that Tommy's face was free, though drenched with the Persian's sex, his eyes widened as he beheld the bevy of beauties so committed to his arousal. His hips thrashed beneath the redhead; the mating dance apparently having the desired effect.

The dark-haired Persian found what looked like a wallet-sized photo of a woman. "I've got his home address; keep him warmed up for me, sisters. I'm going off to take care of his wife."

"She can't win him back now;" remarked the black slut, who was caressing her venus mound sensuously, her eyes closed in concentration, as if savoring the sperm now within her.

"He's already surrendered to the pleasures of my pussy." Redhead remarked, as she rippled her womanly folds upon Tommy's impossibly-potent member.

Wh-wha? What? What the Hell was going on? Take Care of? Wha - murder? kidnapping? How do you 'take care of' a wife of twenty years? Well, if the slut's plan's were violent it wouldn't be easy: Anyone could see she was completely unarmed; unless you counted DD's as a weapon.

For his part, Tommy could only weep with joy.

"But an angry wife might be a nuisance; she might try to expose us." Said blond with the bangs.

Expose? These sluts couldn't be more exposed! Totally naked! Charging them with public Indecency would be like handing out speeding tickets at the Indy 500!

So The dark-haired woman just started off down the driveway, to the street. Here, now, in broad daylight - not a stitch of clothing! The whore's disgustingly perfect body shone and glistened as she walked off with a wiggle in her hips.

Even worse, her nipples were hard and erect, and you could see ... SEE the arousal of her pussy! So engorged, so wet and ready ... moist ... what the hell was going on? Might as well hold up a sign begging to be raped! Even the staunchest feminist would have a hard time defending such sexual lunacy! But ... it seemed; Celeste got the odd impression that this was the whole idea.

She ... she wanted to be raped? Impossible! Unnatural! No ... these were more than just whores; these were ... madwomen! Just no way to make sense of it! And then there was the scent.

Pungeant, tangy - strange ... tingling. A nutty, sweaty, earthy scent seemed to rise from the naked bodies of these demented whores that ... that aroused Celeste! She could feel mounting urges building in her own body! No! She- she had to escape! Get inside, yes ... she had a plan for her father! Her father would have no choice; he'd give her what she wanted and this lunacy would end!

But before she could get inside; she couldn't help catching snatches of conversation from the others.

" ... no, he can't stop fucking us!"

" ... already addicted to my body..."

" ... and working together, there's no doubt that he'll be twice the man by the end of the week!"

Fuckin' ... madness...

and it HAD to stop!

The main reception room for the Estate was festooned with velvety cushions. The current inhabitants made it seem like a sex-fetish cosplay brothel.

So strange; even with Dad's kind of money; why would he buy so many high-priced call-girls? And keep them around like this? I mean, Dad was getting up there in age and not the best of health! It looked like ... eighteen of these sluts in this room alone. Most were nude; but some also had large, sparkling butterfly wings and strange glitter in their hair. They were clustered together in small cliques, quietly talking to each other. A few seemed engaged in some kind of lesbian sex-play. Celeste stormed up to a busty brunette with white, fluttering wings, blond highlights, and green eyes.

"GET READY TO CLEAR OUT BITCHES! WE'RE GONNA MAKE SOME CHANGES AROUND HERE!!" Celeste boomed, brow furrowed angrily, a strand of her fake blond hair fluttering in front of her brown eyes.

"Why so angry, child?" The brunette moved a hand to caress Celeste's face. Her butterfly wings started to flap gently; a sweet aroma filled the air. Weird; almost like those wings were real! Celeste knocked her hand away.

"Don't get fresh with me, slut! You think you're so wonderful with that figure, your big, fake boobs and ... and ... your wings ... Well - you're all going DOWN!" At that Celeste slapped down onto a nearby coffee table a manilla envelope.

"We're just peaceful girls with a deep passion for men. Why is that so wrong?" responded a dark-haired, green-eyed Latina with yellow wings. Also nude.

Years of insecurity began to boil to the surface as Celeste tore open the envelope.

"YOU WHORES THINK NO ONE NOTICES WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING! MY DAD'S AN IDIOT TO THINK HE CAN HIDE YOU!!!" The pictures were taken over the course of time; there was her father, wearing clothes, meeting a blond in professional dress, with boobs seemingly ready to erupt from the top of her clothes. Another in a hotel lobby, him nuzzling a raven-haired beauty baring her cantaloupe-sized breasts to his ardent kisses.

The next showed the Elder Waverly in his private limosine, rutting forcefully into the same raven-haired woman from behind, his hands gripping her nude ass while her phenomenal naked tits squeezed against the glass. Next, a picture of the side yard of this very house; Waverly had a glass of some iced beverage in hand, while the raven-haired whore went down on him as he sat in a lawn-chair; apparently deep-throating his erect rod with perverse enthusiasm. The Blond from the first picture was here, but now she was nude, with butterfly wings, strangely. And she was thrusting her middle fingers into the pussy of the squating dark-haired woman even as her friend swallowed Waverly's throbbing cock.

The images only got worse after that; a blurry shot was taken of an open window for the Master Bedroom; It has hard to see Waverly, but what looked like an erect cockhead was visible at the peripheral left corner, and blurred white streaks were arching through the air, apparently jets of what could only be semen spraying towards three open-mouthed women who gazed longingly as though the man's spew was heavenly ambrosia.

The last picture was also from of the window looking into the same bedroom. Waverly was naked, his back to the camera, and it seemed as though he was screwing from behind what looked like three women at once. It seemed like the trio were all on hands and knees to receive Waverly's cock. This had confused Celeste a little; it was as though they all expected to get fucked at the same time! Not even Viagra could manage that. On a nearby bed, a black girl with tits larger than her own head was clutching her own nipples in the throes of some obscene sexual ecstasy.

"And I didn't even need to hire a PRIVATE EYE!!!" Celeste shouted. The butterfly women seemed unphased. "If my Dad thinks he can cheat so openly on mom JUST 'cause she's been in rehab for six months, he's got another EXPENSIVE think coming!" She slapped the stack of photos against the table again for emphasis.

"First..." Celeste put two fingers against her forehead as if to ease a headache. "He has to get rid of ALLLLL you sluts! And that pervo groundskeeper. And he WILL pay for me to get the Boob Job I deserve!

"You bitches think you can just lord it over me, huh?" Her finger waggled in the brunette's face. "You think my Dad's gonna kick off and leave his fortune to you 'cause you fucked him enough? Sorry bitches! Time to burst your bubble!

"I'm getting my Boobs done NO MATTER WHAT! Or these photos get sent to the lawyers and mom will soak dad for Millions in the Divorce!" For a moment, the front room was silent.

"So pointless." declared a light-skinned Indian woman with red and white striped wings who was fingering her own nipples as she approached. "There's no need for such hostility when it would be so easy to grant you what you want."

"What? Yeah, bitch it will be easy for me! Once I get my boobs as big as yours! Then I'll finally get the looks, the stares, the hardons ... and the POWER!"

The green-eyed brunette began flapping her wings; a barely perceptible purple mist filled the air. "This money ... this boob job ... this divorce ... none of these things will happen. There's no need for them."

"What do you ... you ... the smell ... smells good ... why did ... I ... can't think." Celeste shook her head, momentarily confused as more of the fragrant scents washed over her.

"What we did with your father was entirely necessary..." The Indian woman said, also waftng her wings. More of that delicious aroma.

"N-necessary?" Celeste's eyes glazed over.

"Of course it was." more butterfly women joined them.

"Wh- no ... there's something ... I can't think ... something wrong ... the pictures ... they'll tell me ... what ... unnggghh..." The flat-chested girl rubbed her temples, shook her head, but the thoughts wouldn't seem to come together for her.

"The pictures don't matter anymore..." light-skinned Indian said. Flapping her wings gently ... more of that delicious mist.

"You don't even remember the pictures." Said an amber-haired latina with blue wings and an incredible ass.

"Huh? What pictures?" Celeste was confused. But she definitely knew she wanted to breathe in more of that sublime aroma!

"Your worries are pointless." Said the first brunette. "There's no need to be angry with your father. All men have a natural urge to sow their seed into the bodies of healthy, nubile females. All your silly laws, religions, ethics, and customs can't change this - and will only cause pain if you try."

"N-noooo ... p-p-pain is bad..." Celeste remembered; blinking rapidly as she inhaled more of these wonderful mists!

"Yes, we don't want anyone to have pain." Said blue-winged Latina. Especially not your father. And he's happy now, so happy. He gets to sire his seed into all the fertile females he wants. As much as he wants. He's happy to spend his days mating with us and our many sisters.

"If your father wants to fuck his seed into my womb; and I want to feel his seed in my womb, then everyone's happy!" Blue-winged Latina explained.

"We just want everyone to be happy in the same way!" Brunette with blond highlights said, happily.