My cigarette dangled as I poured another glass of whiskey (vodka? gin?). I watched Tony and Cassy from the window above my sink of unwashed dishes, kissing by their new mini-van; all smiley and bouncy. They weren’t as virtuous as they looked. They couldn’t be. As attractive, as desirable as they were, they had their flaws, their sins. I looked over at Kitchen Jesus. He knew.
“We know too. We know their sins!”
I sighed. The voices usually went away if I ignored them. I gulped down my drink and continued into the living room. I refilled my glass from the bottle on the bureau. Looking into the mirror, I was mildly surprised to see a little red devil-man perched on my shoulder. I glanced at Living Room Jesus and took a drag.
“You know what the difference is between you and them?” The little devil was well-built as demons are, and naked, of course. His little pecker hung to his knees, obscenely gesturing like an elephant’s trunk. “They flaunt their dirty little perversions. They don’t realize that they’re being watched, or being judged. But you do, don’t you?”
I imagined what those perversions might be. Deep down I admitted I wanted them. I wondered if she did things for him that I wouldn’t do for Jimmy; things I couldn’t do without being judged. It didn’t matter anymore now that Jimmy had left me for his whore. Still, I imagined her on her hands and knees and how soft her lips must be.
There came a flash of white light above my other shoulder, revealing a little feminine figure, dressed in white. Her crimson coloring looked out of place, but I had never seen an angel before. “Are you here to punish me for impure thoughts?” I asked.
“Hell no!” she replied, laughing at me. Her robes burst into flames and their ashes fell to her hooves, revealing a naked devil-doll with huge boobs and obscenely-wide hips. She had no mouth, which made me wonder how she could talk and laugh, until I noticed the grinning mouth in her crotch. Just like a devil, I thought to myself. “We all know that they need just one little push to eternal damnation!” The devil-doll sprang up and wrapped her legs around my ear, her pussy-mouth whispering, “But think of all the fun they have!”
The little devil-man leapt onto my other ear and began humping it. I flicked him away, mostly because it tickled. “I do think about it,” I confessed. “I think about it all the time. But I do not give in to temptation. I know that I am always being watched, always being judged. And thus I am delivered from evil.”
“What if we could hide you?” The devil-doll cackled as I watched her in the mirror, scurrying behind my neck towards the little devil-man.
“Hide me?”
Devil-man bent the devil-doll over and rammed his pecker into her ass and out through her pussy-mouth. “Sure! We could hide you for a day. Nobody could see you or judge you. No sin, no foul.” He proceeded to squirt more spunk than was physically possible onto my shoulder.
“And all we want from you is a teensy-weensy favor,” added devil-doll. My depraved, deprived body reacted to their offer, but I feared for my soul, and said so. “Oh, no, nothing as drastic as that!” She stroked my neck with her tiny hand, giving me shivers. “We just need you to give your neighbor a blow job.”
“I don’t understand.”
Devil-doll scooted across my shoulder, lapping up the sticky mess, as devil-man explained. “We have associates that would appreciate the opportunity to “borrow” your neighbors for a day; the same day that you’d get to indulge your desires. That blow job would simply light the fuse, and then you’d end up with lots of people anxious to help you make the most of your twenty-four hours. And if it matters to you, they’d all go back to normal afterwards.”
Borrow? Many wicked, wicked thoughts danced through me. “OK.”
“No, no, dear, it’s not quite like that,” warned devil-doll. “You have to wish for it. Ask us. Maybe beg a little.”
I wanted this. “Please, little devils on my shoulder, shield me from judgment so that I might sin!”
“OK,” said devil-man. “The clock starts at dawn.”
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Dawn. I snuck into their house. The doors into the garage and from there into the house were unlocked. I had one chance to do this, to make him cum. Orgasm, la petite morte, the little death, was what the demons needed to get in.
I crept up the stairs, freezing with every creak. Both were still asleep. I swiftly placed a sleep mask over his eyes. He stirred and I shushed into his ear while rubbing his pecker. I placed my other hand over the mask and whispered, “Good morning.” I kissed his ear and pecked his smiling lips. I left no sounds, no tastes to give myself away.
One hand on the mask, the other on his pecker, I kissed my way down. He took the hint and didn’t try to remove the mask, so I used both hands to fish his stiffening pecker out of his shorts. When I licked the underside, he propped himself on his elbows, so I rushed to cover his eyes and mouth. I hissed, “Stay!” He laid back down and I continued to suck with abandon, since Nobody could see or judge me! He never noticed his sleeping wife.
I eagerly finished him. His body jerked and his moan stopped abruptly after his first spurt hit the back of my throat. My God his spunk was delicious! If I had known how good it was, might I have fed on Jimmy’s seed, despite the transgression? I rolled the goo around my tongue and mouth as he removed the mask. His eyes had turned dark orange, with dancing specks of green and blue and yellow, like a low flame flickering just above the coals. He studied me as I swallowed his load. I nodded toward the woman.
His pecker straightened again as he seduced the man’s wife. I stepped away from her periphery so that she wouldn’t detect me, but so I could peek over at them. He gave her a lingering kiss to awaken her. She smiled but looked confused. “Good morning. That was nice.” He threw back the sheets and placed his mouth square over her white cotton panties.
“What’s possessed you to start the day like this?”
He yanked her panties down and tossed them aside. “You’d never believe me.” He wedged his face between her thighs, and she spread her legs more to accommodate him. I wondered if she had seen his eyes, but then she moaned, “Ooh, soo deeep,” and gripped the back of his head. I tried to imagine what it was like, having a snake tunnel its way inside like that.
I stepped into view when she started panting. I was working fingers from both hands inside my pussy. Her eyes widened in alarm but it was too late to stop the climax. Her eyes shut tight and her brow furrowed. Her shoulders and hips shuddered side to side. After a halting deep breath, she leered. She opened her eyes and I saw the same fiery orange eyes.
“We don’t have much time,” he said.
She nodded knowingly, then pointed at me. “Meat?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand over her pussy. “Put your fingers in there. Do it like you do to yourself when you think nobody’s looking.” I happily did as she commanded, and she nodded her approval.
He tossed her a phone as he made a call on his. I stopped, wondering what they were doing. “Hi, Sharon,” she started, motioning for me to continue. “It’s Cassy. I feel like running this morning. Come join me.” She dumped the phone and gripped my wrist again, humping my hand.
He hung up and pulled my hand away. Cassy looked mad until he wiped her juices onto his phone. “Shit,” was all she said as he jammed his phone up her twat. She thumped her hand on the bed and pointed at her phone. I retrieved it and she snatched it away. She dialed, and his phone rang and vibrated from inside her, making her laugh. It stopped and she shouted, “Redial!” She did that a few more times, apparently thinking it was the funniest thing ever as she pounded her fists and feet on the mattress, laughing and snorting.
“Enough of that. Meat! Pull it out.” I reached and she slapped my hand, hard. “Not like that! Use your teeth!” I climbed between her legs, afraid to inhale. But when I did, well, the aroma! The taste! I used my mouth and tongue but couldn’t find the phone. “For crying out loud, you can use your fingers! Open me up!” Cassy rolled her eyes. “Newbie.”
I slid fingers on either side to pry her lips apart, but they kept sliding out. I pushed them in deeper and got a grip, opening her as wide as I could. I pushed my nose and mouth inside and snagged a corner of the phone with my front teeth. I yanked it out and landed it like a trout. My face was covered with her fluids. I think I blew a bubble out of one nostril.
Tony shoved Cassy aside and laid on his back. “Cassy on my cock, Meat, on my face. We have time for a quick fuck before our first guests show up.”
“No we don’t.” Cassy saw Sharon through the window, running towards their house. She also saw a boy working in the yard across the street. “C’mon, Meat.” To Tony: “I’ll send Sharon up.”
We ran downstairs and outside. “Hey, Sharon, wait for me a second inside, could you?” Sharon asked about Cassy’s eyes. “Halloween contact lenses, like ‘em?” she answered as she pushed her friend through the door. We made it half-way across the street before Tony’s buddy pulled in the driveway.
“Shit!” She gripped my shoulders. “Fetch the boy. Don’t waste time fucking him. Sideline him and give him a handy or something.” She turned around, waving, “Hi Joe!”
Honestly insecure, I nevertheless strode up to him with purpose. “Do him quick!” one devil insisted. “Don't let him escape!” warned the other. I recognized him as Timmy something, the chess kid with the scholarships. I took his hand without saying a word and ushered him between the garage and the neighbor’s hedge. Once hidden, I squeezed his scrawny neck and rubbed his pecker through his pants like I was starting a fire.
I stopped Timmy’s stunned protests by shoving his hand under my shirt. “You have two hands and I have two tits. Do the fucking math!” I squeezed harder and rubbed faster. He clumsily kneaded my tits for a minute before his hands dropped to his side. I didn’t know if he was about to die or cum until I felt his pecker throb under my palm. He grimaced for a second, then reversed our positions He leered at me with those burnt-orange eyes, one hand tight around my throat, the other roughing up my pussy. I kneed him and told him to save it for later, we had to go.
As he recovered, he said he’s inviting Maggie first, the woman who lived there. “She’s always telling Timmy what a nice-looking young man he’ll be. It’ll be a piece of cake to take her.” He stripped off his shirt and climbed onto the porch. “Come along, you look like you could use some.” He was right. With all the sex around me, I had yet to get off. I was wasting my time being unwatched.
Maggie was in her mid-forties, I’d guess, wearing an oversized t-shirt that draped over a very full bosom. Timmy took her face in his hands and jammed his tongue between her lips. She struggled for a second, out of surprise I think, because it didn’t take long before she melted into his mouth. He broke the kiss and told her, “You’ve wanted that for a long time.”
“Honey, what’s wrong with your eyes?”
Without answering, he pulled her tee off and latched onto a huge nipple topping one of two impressive knockers. She tipped her head back and moaned.
“Oh, yes, honey, suck on mama’s tit.” I thought it was a good idea so I did it too. She gasped, moaned again, and lifted them for better access. She managed to ask who I was.
I lied. “Timmy’s big sister, mama.” Before I could latch on again, he had her on her hands and knees. Timmy had skinny arms and legs, a flat, hairless chest and complete command of the fuck as he pummeled her from behind. Too late for my share, she climaxed with a “baby, baby, baby BOY!”
He emptied himself into her with a grunt. “Party’s across the street, let’s go.” Mama Maggie’s eyes burned orange and she didn’t bother getting dressed when we left. I called after Timmy when he ran down the street instead of across. He simply shouted, “Cheerleaders!”
Behind me in the yard, I heard a timid voice say, “Timmy?” Maggie and I turned to see a petite, raven-haired girl with icy-blue eyes. Maggie ogled the girl and advanced towards her prey. I sent Maggie away, citing her nudity. There was something about this girl.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Lisa, Timmy’s friend.”
I felt something about her, not like I had to protect her, more like I had to save her. Instead of sending her away, I warned her to stay close to me. I don’t know why she didn’t run.
“Unusual earrings,” she noted.
Puzzled, I discovered that devil-doll and devil-man had strung their tails through my piercings.
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The yard was already full of naked fucking people. And Nobody knew. Nobody judged. The peckers were all hard, and wet from cum or cunt or a steady stream of pre-cum. All the women had open faucets between their legs.
The morning had passed and I still hadn’t cum myself. I targeted three men who walked away from a girl on the ground. They left her cross-eyed, slack-jawed, and with spunk pouring out of her mouth, ass and cunt. I wanted that. I told Lisa to stay near me.
I picked one to lay on his back. He was well over six feet tall with jet-black skin and a pecker bigger than I imagined possible. As wet as I was, as slick as he was, it still hurt going in when I sat on it. After a few seconds, it didn’t matter. The other two, the color of milk chocolate, filled my other holes. I had never had so much as a finger up my dirty hole before, and now there was a glorious pecker in there, pain be damned. I could feel the two giants rubbing together. The third straddled the man on the ground and stuffed his pecker down my throat. I prayed for a fourth and fifth hole to be filled! The man in my cunt leaned up and ate the ass of the man with his pecker in my mouth. That man and my ass-fucker kissed wantonly.
I climaxed but it didn’t matter to them. If I orgasmed when Jimmy had fucked me, I felt ashamed afterwards. Now, though, I don’t know how many times I came before they were done with me. There was no shame as my cunt was filled, my ass was filled and my mouth was filled with goo. I gagged and threw up on the man below me. I dismounted and licked him clean. I brought Lisa along looking for my next fuck, saving her.
Timmy returned, climbed up Tony’s torso like a spider, and fucked his face. He had brought the varsity cheerleading squad back as promised. They stripped off an item after each ribald cheer. An Asian cheerleader tossed her stuffed bra aside, and I rushed to snack on her tiny tits. We fingered each other to oblivion as Lisa stroked the cheerleader’s hair.
The day was one fucking thing after another.
One woman screamed that she was burning up, so a crowd stuffed her ass, cunt and throat with ice cubes. The melted ice flowed out and she screamed again. We ate raw goat meat dipped in bottled barbeque sauce and cucumbers dipped in cunt. We drank beer and piss, and we played on a piss-covered slip-and-slide.
Dusk came, as did the night. Orange eyes fired in the dark, so the next fuck was always easy to find. You couldn’t swing a pecker without hitting a cunt.
Then I heard drums, and music too, I think. I wanted to dance.
The dance began with just six of us; four boys and two girls. I started the dance by stretching my arms up to the sky, holding, and dropping to my hands and knees. The music might have been in my head, but I think we all heard it. I raised my head so Innocent Lisa could see me, and then I swayed my neck, my shoulders, my hips, my ass, all to create a sensual wave with my body.
The boy behind me took his turn, bobbing and swaying to the same music, the same rhythm, the same dance. When he dropped, he pushed his face between my cheeks and shoved his tongue up my ass. His jaw and tongue inserted themselves into the dance and I pushed back onto him and then leaned away. He stayed with me, swayed with me, his feasting a part of the ballet – the Ass Ballet. I could sense when the next one joined, and then the next, the intensity rising with the addition of each performer until all six of us were bound together.
I too needed someone in my mouth, so I changed up the choreography and swung myself around. I kissed the mouth that had kissed my crinkled star. He in turn veered to offer me his sweet tail, wet with another’s drool. I devoured him as I had been devoured, but now my ass was left unattended. I again rerouted the train, and sang out for more asses, more mouths! Other performers seamlessly coupled with the dancers and the line curved. The design of the dance became clear as we all chanted for more dancers, until we could form a circle.
Our moans became part of the music. Outside revelers, ever fucking, watched our performance. In unison, we raised our torsos, raised our hands and slapped a cheek before us, creating a rumble of thunder and harmonic cries of pleasure and pain. We repeated the movement, completing seven strikes in all. Hands spread my cheeks then, and a pecker dove inside. I had no pecker to offer so I jabbed the ass before me with my fingers, but that wasn’t good enough and the dancers tried to squeeze me out of the dance. Dammit, this was MY dance and I couldn’t be ousted just because I was pecker-less!
“Demons!” I wailed. “This is your night but my dance! I demand the right to dance!” Devil-man and devil-doll snickered, dangling from my ears. Something stung my abused clit and it swelled in my hand, bigger and bigger, until it was the biggest, proudest pecker at the party. I squeezed slick fluid out and fucked the ass in front of me. What a marvelous, decadent feeling to fuck and be fucked.
The pecker behind me pulled out of my ass and filled my cunt. The dance had changed again, yet the ass before me had no cunt below it. No! The dance is for all! I called again upon the demons. “Cunts for all!” I demanded. “Cunts and peckers for all!” Howls of pleasure echoed as the number of genitals doubled in an instant. “And tits!” I cried, “tits and cunts and peckers for all! The dance is for all!” With that, I fucked my first cunt as my cunt was fucked. The dance crescendoed as every cunt and pecker climaxed in unison, and every player collapsed.
Dawn. Damn. The party was over. The revelers’ eyes lost their flames. Their bodies returned to what they had been the day before. There was shame on their faces and in their voices as they recalled what they had done.
But not me. All eyes were upon me and I was not ashamed of my nakedness, my cunt, my pecker, my conical tits, my crimson skin, or flaming orange eyes. I flicked my tail. Innocent Lisa seemed frightened, but I didn’t know why. I had saved her.
For last.
