Chapter 93

“Man is the most bungled of all the animals, the sickliest, and not one has strayed more dangerously from its instincts. But for all that, of course, he is the most interesting.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, The Anti-Christ

2355 hours, local time,
Wednesday, 31 December, 2014
Schumacher Square
The City of Haven, The Province of Oregon
The Commonwealth of Haven

“Okay, brand new year in five minutes, guys ... it’s already begun to the east of us. Remember what we were doing two years at about this time, babe?” I asked Ninve as I approached her sweet, plump, naked ass from behind.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I do ... we came as the ball dropped ... the one in our time zone! The ball dropped and so did your load. It was amazing ... you want to do that again ... christen the New Year with your seed, my love?” Ninve encouraged me, even as I lubed her up and eased into her booty this time.

“Yes, but ... well, you know,” I chuckled as I began sodomizing her and she pushed back eagerly against me.

“Butt indeed ... I love that ‘but’ as much as you clearly love mine,” Ninve snickered as she welcomed me further into her plush tush.

“Yes, I’m entering the New Year through the backdoor this time,” I punned as I buggered my sweet Assyrian lioness and Sandra bent over in front of her with her own cheeks spread.

“How about it, cousin ... wanna eat my ass?” Sandra encouraged her cousin and sister-wife.

“God, do I ever! You have a delicious bum! Oh, fuck, whose cum am I tasting here ... it’s nice and salty!” Ninve laughed and Sandra giggled as I pushed the former’s tongue deeper inside the latter with every thrust.

“Andrew’s, actually,” Sandra confessed to both of us as we continued to screw.

I kept pumping harder on every stroke, enjoying the tightness of Ninve’s butt while I screwed her as well as the sight of her rimming Sandra with considerable enthusiasm. One thing was sure: my two Assyrian lionesses were very sensual ladies indeed. They appreciated the erotic qualities of anal penetration as well as analingus. It was quite steamy, fucking my lovely former boss turned wife up her ass while she rimmed an eager Sandra, who used to work at my old pharmacy and happened to be Ninve’s second cousin.

“You gotta love the buggery, especially with two ladies who have such fine, sweet arses!” I heard God’s voice as he lined up next to me with Marcy, having a bit of fun with her, even as Shelby bent over for her rimjob.

Things were hard and fast for several more strokes, my cock taking Ninve’s ass while her tongue explored Sandra’s. I grabbed her buttocks and slapped them several more times just as the ball began dropping ... Yes, we were right there in person this time, surrounded by a lot of people, none of whom were fazed by the open sexual congress as the ball dropped. Nor did they worry about God’s presence, as he had already appeared in public as himself more than once, confirming my position and my authority to my followers.

“Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ... six ... five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... Happy New Year!” Simone shouted as the ball hit the base, the clock changing to midnight, Thursday, January First, New Year’s Day, 2015.

“Happy New Year, babe!” I told Ninve again as I came inside her ... and she creamed herself, followed by Sandra.

“I’ll take it from here,” Maneet reminded her in her capacity as the new Mayor of the City of Haven.

“Indeed. Do you, Maneet Schumacher, solemnly swear to uphold the laws, traditions, and principles of the Commonwealth of Haven, perform your sworn and sacred duties in your office, and faithfully exercise said duties as Mayor of the City of Haven, for the full duration of your term, with no intent or purpose of abuse, neglect, or evasion. Do you swear to conduct yourself with honor and integrity in all things, as well as effectively carry out your charge?” Simone swore her successor into office.

“I do,” Maneet answered, scant minutes before she was pulled into what quickly became a full-on bacchanalia in Schumacher Square.

The Great Midnight Orgy, it would soon be called, one where everyone in that area found themselves engaged in anonymous, indiscriminate sexual congress with everyone else in the same section. My next fuck was Maneet, while God slid inside Simone, both of us fucking the lady in question while someone else started rimming each of them. When I pulled out of Maneet, God did the same from Simone, and we swapped, as did the ladies performing the rimjobs. It was a truly amazing clusterfuck, albeit one of many such awesome orgies, which take place for much of the night and well into the morning.

I naturally lost track of how many partners I had, both familiar and unfamiliar, ranging from my wives, husbands, and futa wives to many fuckbuddies to occasional bedfellows to complete strangers. Matrons whose aging process had stalled thanks to Schumacher Syndrome were followed by teenage lads and lasses, in a wide variety of states of dress and undress, and then there were the college and young adult folks as well as early middle age. Prime, subprime, past their prime, it didn’t matter in the end, at least as long as they took it in both ends. My own ass definitely saw some traffic, from dildo, dick, and tongue. This made me glad that I didn’t have any body hair at all ... nothing below the neck.

It was pretty damn wild, especially the part when I fucked seven members of an entire family side by side, from the thirty-eight year old husband and father to the thirty-three year old wife and mother to the thirty-year old aunt, divorcee, and sister-in-law to the sixteen year old twin daughters to the fifteen year old son to the fourteen year old niece. I chuckled as I realized that the wife had been only seventeen when she gave birth to the daughters and their marriage was still strong ... especially now. Then again, judging by the way that the wife and her sister both seemed delightfully familiar with his body, there was a decent chance that his relationship with the latter was unusually tight as well.

“You’re wondering about us, aren’t you? How long has Jan been in my husband’s bed? Let’s just say that we were a bit wilder than most ... even before Fireball Day. It started soon after her husband went to prison and she lost the house for tax evasion, among other things. She divorced him soon afterward, and no, she didn’t get hardly anything. There was basically nothing left after the authorities were done with them. Civil forfeiture, liens, etc. She missed the ... intimacy, which had always been one of the few bright spots of their marriage.