Bed and Breakfast Part 3


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Here is a new story called "Bed and Breakfast - Part 3" and I hope you like it!

Love,
Kelli


WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. 
It may contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts
that could be highly offensive to almost every reader.  This story is
intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of consent in
your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW.
Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it
stimulating.

   BED AND BREAKFAST - PART 3

   By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)
Codes: MMMMMF MMMMMf Mg bg anal humil incest nc preg rape snuff torture
INTRODUCTION: Making Love in the Contemplation Garden
Helen was on her back with her bare legs in the air, her high heels
dangling and bouncing as Bruce thrust into her.  A dozen people were
sitting or standing around them, watching as they made love with the
passion of teenagers.  Helen was 44, and her looks had started the decline
that most women with three children experience in their 40s, but she still
knew how to get Bruce's cock hard.  The men and women watching them were
talking in low tones, commenting on Helen's body and Bruce's stamina.  He
had been fucking her for half an hour without a break, and he was still
thrusting into her like a stallion, even though it was hard to see why he
would get aroused by her body.  Her tits were small and not very pretty
anymore, and they were mismatched.  Her right breast was a little larger,
with a nipple that was as big as the first joint on her thumb, and the
areola blended in with the nipple, forming a dark cylinder that stuck out
obscenely, widening at the tip.  The nipple was almost split in front,
making it look like two lips slightly parted, with an indentation in
between..  Her left breast was smaller and noticeably flatter, like a
deflated balloon, but the nipple was much bigger.  Her left breast was so
small that a man could put all of it in his mouth.  Her nipples had always
been extremely sensitive, and she could orgasm just from being touched
there.  Bruce frequently put his hands on Helen's breasts, rolling the
nipples in his fingers or pulling the nipples up and away from her chest,
distending her tits as he pulled hard enough to make her grunt in pain.  He
would lift her by her nipples and she would raise her upper body, trying to
ease the pain before he finally let go and she could sink back down,
breathing fast, staring up at him with a mixture of hate and raw lust
burning in her eyes.  She always had orgasms when he touched her breasts,
her breathing fast and ragged as she exploded again and again.  He slapped
her a lot while he screwed her, his fingers leaving red outlines on her
cheeks as she growled like an animal.  The slapping gave her orgasms, too
-- she was really a hot little bitch, a true submissive who needed to be
dominated by men.  She hated Bruce for making her realize what she was, but

she couldn't resist his cock.

   The men and women watching this display couldn't help by get aroused,
which was the whole point.  Helen had opened the Glowing Morn Bed and
Breakfast Retreat Center in February 2004 as an alternative to the ordinary
B&B where kids run rampant and adults are loud and boorish.  She wanted to
offer an opportunity for serenity, meditation, contemplation, and
self-enlightenment, and she had succeeded in creating an environment that
offered all that and much more.  Because of her own history, Helen was
determined to offer her guests the privileges and pleasures she herself had
been denied in many areas of life, but especially in the area of sexuality.
Her life was shattered sexually when her father raped her at age nine, and
she had spent 35 years trying to put the pieces back together again.  She
had raised her three kids while working full time, a single mom who was
always there for her two daughters and her son.  She had gained an
appreciation for the higher considerations of the mind, and she had passed
on her understanding to her children.  After a year of operation, the inn
was turning a nice profit, and word of mouth was generating a lot of
business.

   But at the moment Helen was fully occupied with the erect penis in her
vagina, thrusting her hips against Bruce's groin, meeting his hard strokes
as they looked into each other's eyes.  A low moan was coming from her
throat, a continuous trill of deep satisfaction that showed how much she
loved getting fucked so completely and so publicly.  Part of her cringed at
the thought of exposing herself so completely, allowing other people to see
how much Bruce degraded her while he was fucking her, but the orgasms made
it all worth it.  She wasn't looking at the people watching her get
screwed, but she was aware of their presence, and her awareness ramped up
her desire to the level of white-hot passion.  She needed the cock so much
now, needed the control that Bruce imposed on her by hurting her breasts
and slapping her while he fucked her senseless.  She knew he needed to cum,
and she slowed down a little, prolonging his erection by tightening the
muscles in her birth canal as she had learned to do long ago.  Bruce's eyes
widened as he felt Helen's cunt gripping his cock, and he grunted with
animal lust as he gave her a few more very deep, very hard thrusts, then
buried his erection deep in her pussy as his cock exploded.  The spray of
semen from his penis flooded Helen's gaping twat as she convulsed with an
orgasm, wrapping her legs around him, holding him as close as she possibly
could as she enjoyed the heavenly feeling she always got when he allowed
her the honor of receiving his precious sperm.  He kept thrusting into her
a little as his cock spurted again and again, filling her pussy so much
that some of the sticky white cream leaked out between her legs.  Finally
he was finished, and Helen lowered her legs as Bruce pulled his cock out of
her cunt and stood over her for a moment.  She raised her head enough to
kiss the tip of the cock, looking up into his eyes as she whispered, "Thank
you for screwing me."

   Bruce grinned down at Helen, then stepped aside as her two daughters,
Dara and Laurel, got up from the bench where they had been watching and
took their places on either side of their mom.  Helen lay flat on her back
and spread her legs so that Dara could get down on her knees between her
legs.  The two girls were naked like their mom, wearing only high heels,
and Dara put her lips on her mom's pussy and stated to lick up the sperm
that was oozing slowly out of Helen's vagina.  Helen smiled and closed her
eyes and enjoyed the delicate touch of her daughter's lips against her
oozing fuckhole.  As Dara licked out her pussy, Helen had another orgasm,
her whole body jerking like she had been shocked with electricity.  The men
and women watching this display were talking quietly, and most of the men
had bulges in their pants.  Dara was not really very pretty, but she was
young and she was naked and her body was OK, and the sight of her licking
her own mother's cunt was enough to get anybody hot.  Now Dara had her lips
clamped tight against Helen's slit as she sucked Bruce's semen out of her
vagina.  Dara was being careful to hold the cum in her mouth, and when she
had sucked out as much as she could, she turned around, still on her knees,
and Laurel lay down on the ground in front of her, spreading her legs so
everybody could see the wispy auburn pubic hair adorning her pussy.  Laurel
opened her mouth wide, and Dara leaned down so her mouth was six inches
above Laurel's.  Dara stroked her sister's cheeks, than slowly parted her
lips and let the warm gooey sperm flow down into Laurel's waiting mouth. 
Laurel gasped as the first wad of jism hit her tongue, and her head jerked
involuntarily, but then she held her head still and received every drop of
sperm from Dara's mouth, being careful not to swallow yet.  Dara used her
fingers to wipe the last of the semen off her lips, then smeared the white
cream on Laurel's lips as Laurel licked it up with her tongue.  Dara sat
back on her knees and grinned at her sister as Laurel opened her mouth
wide, letting everyone see that it was completely full of Bruce's sperm,
Helen's vaginal secretions and Dara's saliva -- and then Laurel swallowed
the messy slime.  It took several big gulps to get it all down, and then
Laurel smiled happily at Dara and looked up at her mom proudly.

   CHAPTER 1: Finding the Perfect Inn

   Helen had started looking for an inn while she was still working as a
programmer at SRA, a company in northern Virginia, and living in Manassas,
just a short distance from work.  She roamed all the way from northern
Virginia to Maryland and southern Pennsylvania on weekends, looking for the
perfect place -- either an existing inn or a home she could convert into a
bed and breakfast retreat.  When she found an old home in Andover, Penn.,
not far from Gettysburg, she fell in love with it immediately.  But the
owners were asking more than she could finance, so Helen came up with some
creative financing -- she offered her children to the owners.  Helen had
spent two years as a street prostitute in her middle teens after she got
sick and tired of her father raping her.  He had deflowered her when she
was nine, and continued raping her almost every night until she was 14. 
When she started high school at Del Norte High School in Albuquerque, NM,
in 1969, she finally ran away from home, but she didn't leave town because
she liked the school.  She tried several minimum-wage jobs for a while, but
soon found herself homeless, and one night she met a girl the same age as
she was.  Edie was working the streets, and she helped Helen get started as
a prostitute.  Helen's first john paid her $20.00 for a blowjob in a
doorway downtown, and it wasn't long before she was able to afford a cheap
apartment.  She kept working the streets and dodging the police for four
years, and she got fucked by four men in an alley -- and earned $200 -- an
hour before she graduated from high school.  She barely had time to put on
her cap and gown over her cum-stained dress and make it to the ceremony.

   Helen worked her way through college in New Mexico as a prostitute, but
after she got her degree, she found a good job with a chemical company. 
She also found a husband, and when she married Peter, she left prostitution
behind.  Peter had a good job with the federal government, and when he got
transferred to Washington, DC, Helen and the family came along.  She and
Peter had three kids, daughters Dara and Laurel, and a son they named
Dillon.  But the marriage went bad when Helen caught Peter screwing his
secretary in Helen's bed, so Helen got a divorce, then went back to school
for training in computer programming, which led to the job with SRA.  As
time went along, she realized she was beginning to hate her children
because they reminded her of their father and his betrayal of Helen.  By
the time she found the vintage home to convert into a bed and breakfast,
and the owners proved difficult, Helen didn't hesitate to offer them
something they could get nowhere else -- her two young daughters and her
son.

   Dara was 17 at the time, Laurel was 15, and Dillon was 13.  Dara was
just starting her senior year at Stonewall Jackson High School in Manassas,
and Laurel was a sophomore there.  Dillon was in the eighth grade at
Parkside Middle School.  Helen had made it clear to them how she felt about
them, and they were old enough to understand what she told them.  None of
her kids felt animosity toward her -- they could understand how much she
was hurt by what happened to her marriage, and somehow they were able to
love her as their mother even as they endured the mean looks and verbal
abuse she sometimes spewed at them like acid.  She had long ago formed the
habit of abusing their genitals, pinching her daughters' breasts or hitting
her son between his legs.  Sometimes Helen made all three of her kids strip
naked and stand for an hour while she abused them physically and verbally,
calling them the filthiest names she could think of.  She would stand in
front of her daughters and put one hand between each girl's legs, forcing
her fingers into their slits as she leaned in close and told them they were
stupid little cocksuckers.  She would take her son's scrotum in her hand
and squeeze his testicles painfully while she told him his cock was the
size of a peanut.  When she finally let them get dressed, the kids
comforted each other, and somehow remained loyal and understanding of their
mother's strange behavior.

   So it came as no surprise to the children when Helen told them what she
had done -- offered them as toilet slaves to the owners of the house in
Andover.  The couple who owned the house were in their early 60s but very
fit physically, and it didn't take long for them to accept Helen's
suggestion: her son and daughters would come to them and stay for three
days, to be used or abused at will, as long as there was no penetration of
the girls in their vaginas.  Helen drove the kids to Andover from Manassas
on a Friday night, and told them she would pick them up on Monday night. 
They got out of the car dressed as the couple had specified: the two girls
wearing nothing but high heels, and Dillon wearing a short t-shirt that
ended at his navel, leaving his cock fully exposed.  It was just after
dusk, but there was a streetlight just down the block, so Helen told the
kids to move as fast as they could up the walk, but not to run.  She saw
the door opening as the kids started up the walk, and she drove away.
When Helen went back on Monday night, the kids walked out to the car
slowly.  Both girls were limping a little, and all three kids walked with
their legs slightly apart.  They were dressed in cheap robes, and on the
way home they told Helen what had happened to them.  The girls had first
been taken to the kitchen, still completely naked, and told to squat over
two dinner plates on the floor.  They had to deposit some shit on the
plates before they could get up.  Dara had a bowel movement easily, but
Laurel didn't need to go, and she kept straining, but couldn't produce any
turds.  The man had slapped her and told her to hurry up, and finally she
had been able to have a small bowel movement.  The girls were told to pick
up the two plates of shit and carry them to the dining table, and each girl
was told to sit down in front of her sister's plate of feces.  Dillon was
told to sit down and watch, and the girls were told to eat some shit.  They
begged the couple not to make them do it, and Laurel almost vomited just
from the look and smell of Dara's shit -- it was a little runny and looked
awful, and it smelled like raw sewage.  Laurel's turds were small and solid
on Dara's plate, but neither girl wanted to do this at all.  So the man
told Dillon to stand up and take off his t-shirt so he was naked, and then
he had to bend over and grab his ankles.  The man took off his belt and
told the girls their brother would receive a stroke from the belt every
minute until they complied with their orders.  The man brought his thick
leather belt down hard on Dillon's buttocks, making the boy scream in pain.
The girls still couldn't force themselves to eat the feces on their plates,
but after Dillon had been hit two more times and started to cry, the girls

lost their resolve.

   Dara took a tiny piece of Laurel's shit on her spoon and brought it to
her mouth, then quickly took it in and swallowed it as fast as she could.
Laurel scooped up some of Dara's semi-liquid crap on her spoon, and she
grimaced as she brought it close to her lips.  She was crying as she put
the spoon in her mouth, but she couldn't make herself swallow.  She made
the mistake of holding the shit in her mouth, and suddenly her stomach
lurched and she opened her mouth and expelled the feces onto the plate,
then vomited on top of the pile of shit.  The woman laughed and told her
she would have to eat the vomit, too, and Laurel's face clouded over with
disgust and humiliation.  Her stomach tightened again and she spat out a
little more vomit on the plate as the woman laughed at her.  The man gave
Dillon another whack with the belt across his ass, making him yelp in pain,
and Laurel tried again.  She took a spoonful of her own vomit mixed with
Dara's shit and brought it to her mouth, then held her breath while she
quickly stuck the spoon in her mouth and swallowed.  This time she got it
down, although she almost vomited it right back up.  She swallowed several
times, and it stayed down.  The man told Dara to eat more of Laurel's shit,
and the girls tried to keep eating, but the odor and the sight of the mess
on the plates was making them both sick.  Every time either girl waited too
long to eat another spoonful of feces, Dillon received a stinging blow from
the belt.  He was crying hard, and it was killing his sisters to feel
responsible for him getting beaten.  They tried to eat the shit faster, and
finally they both cleaned their plates.

   The woman told them to kiss each other, and both girls stared at her
with disgust on their faces, but what could they do?  Even in the moment
that they hesitated, the man gave Dillon another stroke with the belt, and
Dara quickly turned in her chair and kissed her sister.  Both girls had
flecks of shit on their lips, and it was like kissing a toilet, but they
tried to pretend they liked it.  The woman stood up and went around behind
the girls and stroked their hair and their shoulders, then ran her hands
down and caressed their breasts.  She pinched their nipples, hard, and Dara
broke the kiss and yelped in pain and anger.  The woman pinched both of her
nipples as Dara tried to push her hands away, then told the girls to go lay
down on the floor in the middle of the living room, on their backs.  There
was a large plastic sheet covering the carpet, and the girls lay down on
it. Dillon was told to stand next to his sisters, and the man explained
what was going to happen to them.  The girls were going to be used as
toilet slaves, receiving the bodily wastes from the couple in their mouths.
Dillon would be spanked or beaten to arouse the couple, and he would be
allowed to masturbate on his sisters if he wanted to.  Dillon had been
masturbating for several years, and the thought of dumping his load on his
sisters made his penis get hard.  He didn't like the thought of more
beatings, but overall it didn't sound too bad for him -- at least it was
better than eating shit!  Dillon smiled to himself as the man went and
stood with his legs on either side of Laurel's head.

   The couple both took off their jeans, and they weren't wearing any
underwear, so they were naked below the waist.  The man squatted down so
his big hairy ass was only a few inches above Laurel's face, and he told
her to open her mouth.  Laurel started crying and shaking her head and
saying "nooo!" in a low voice, but Dara took her hand and held it tight,
and Laurel calmed down a little.  She had her eyes clamped shut tight, and
she slowly and tentatively parted her lips -- just as a long brown turd
slipped out of the man's anus and slid into Laurel's mouth.  Her whole body
jerked reflexively, and then she caught the foul odor of the man's shit as
some of it ran down onto her nose and lips.  She was whimpering as she held
her mouth wide open, like she was trying to keep the turd from touching her
tongue or her teeth.  The woman squatted beside her husband and reached for
Laurel's chin, and forced her mouth closed.  Laurel grimaced, not moving
her mouth, but then she didn't want it to just stay in her mouth, so she
gulped it down in three swallows.  Then the woman squatted beside her
husband, straddling Dara's head, and lowered her big fat ass until it was
almost touching Dara's nose.  She told Dara to open her mouth, then lowered
her body a little so her buttocks actually touched the girl's cheeks, and
then without warning she let out a huge fart, followed by a very long, very
dark brown turd, It quickly filled Dara's mouth and started down her
throat, and Dara snapped her mouth closed and quickly swallowed as much of
it as she could.  The woman didn't stop moving her bowels, and the feces
ended up all over Dara's face, in her eyes, in her nose, and even in her
ears, and her hair had some large thick turds stuck in it.  She spluttered
a little, trying to spit out what was left in her mouth, but the woman got
up and turned around and squatted beside Dara and told her to scoop the
foul-smelling crap into her mouth.  Dara's mouth twisted in a rictus of
disgust, but she tried to obey, holding her breath as she used her fingers
to load more of the shit in her mouth and swallow it.

   The man stood up and straddled Dara's head, holding his half-hard cock
in his hand.  He aimed it at her head, and then a stream of urine shot out
of it and splashed down on Dara's face as the girl let out a muffled yell.
The man moved his stream around, washing the shit off her face with his
warm piss, and before he finished, he turned the stream on Laurel's face
and soaked her, too.  When he was done, the woman needed to urinate, so she
squatted with her pussy over Laurel's face and pissed in the girl's mouth.
When they were done, the couple told the girls to go down to the basement
and wash themselves off, so they would be ready to be used again later. 
They kept Dillon with them, both of them stroking his arms and legs as his
sisters went down the stairs.  In the basement, Dara and Laurel found a
large open shower area where they washed the urine off their bodies, then
they toweled off and went back upstairs.  They found the woman sitting in a
chair holding Dillon's hands as he bent toward her, and the man was
whipping him with a short riding crop.  Dillon was yelping with each stroke
of the riding crop across his buttocks, and Dara and Laurel tried to
distract the man by going to him and rubbing up against him, hoping he
would stop hurting their brother.  The man nuzzled his head in Laurel's
hair, then kissed Dara, but then he raised the riding crop and hit Laurel
on the back of her legs.  She let out a short sharp scream and tried to
turn so he couldn't reach her legs, but he hit her twice more, then he
switched the riding crop to his other hand and hit Dara on her round little
ass.  Dara pushed him away, and she and Laurel pulled Dillon away from him.

   The rest of the weekend was a sickening series of humiliations for the
two girls, with the man and woman shitting on them every few hours, and
urinating in their mouths whenever they needed to go.  Dillon was beaten
constantly, and his back and legs were criss-crossed with black and blue
welts by the time Helen came back to pick up her kids.  When she got them
home, she told them to take showers and get cleaned up, and then she took
them out for ice cream and told them how proud she was of them.  When they
got home there was a message on the answering machine -- the couple had
called to say they would accept Helen's offer!

   CHAPTER 2: The Morning Routine at the Inn

   After the early-morning lovemaking session in the Contemplation Garden,
Helen went to her room in the inn to clean up and change clothes.  She
started with a long hot shower, then she spent a lot of time cleaning the
holes between her legs -- her vagina and asshole.  She douched three times
with cold water, enduring the discomfort because the cold water carried the
soapy solution deeper into her body and left her smelling better, if only
for a short time.  Helen's cunt had always smelled bad, like a mixture of
rotten fish and raw sewage, and as far back as her college days when she
supported herself by working as a prostitute, she had constant complaints
from her johns about the way she smelled.  She was constantly embarrassed
when other students, men and women, gave her a certain look that told her
they could smell her pussy.  She sometimes had such a tight schedule that
she had to go directly to class after servicing a man, and she could feel
the sperm leaking out of her cunt and running down her legs as she walked
across the campus.  She could smell her own twat when that happened, but
all she could do was run some tissues down her legs and hope for the best.
Sometimes while her johns were screwing her they would complain about the
odor, but all Helen could do then was try to get them to cum fast so she
could go clean up.

   The smell of her asshole was a whole other problem, and just as hard to
solve.  She always wiped carefully and thoroughly after she had a bowel
movement, but feces leaked out of her anus during the day, and she could
never avoid smelling like a dirty toilet.  A doctor had told her she had a
weak anal sphincter and it allowed small amounts of shit to leak out of her
intestines.  While she was a prostitute she had been fucked in the ass a
lot, and that made her sphincter even looser.  She had tried stuffing wads
of toilet paper into her asshole after she wiped, but it always became
saturated with feces and started to leak.  The only thing she had ever
found that helped at all was wearing a butt plug.  At first it hurt a lot
to keep it in her asshole constantly, but she found a very short plug that
didn't penetrate very far into her rectum.  She had to discard the plug and
use a new one every few months because the plastic picked up the foul odor
of her rectum, but it was the best solution she had found.  The plug was
wide enough to make her twitchy when she wore it, and narrowed at the base
before it ended with a flat round retainer that held it in place.

   After Helen douched three times, she gave herself three enemas using
cold water.  The pain was even worse than the cold-water douching, but she
endured it because she wanted to smell good for Bruce and her daughters, as
well as the guests at the inn.  For each enema, she used a full gallon of
water, although two quarts is the standard volume recommended.  Using cold
water tended to constrict her bowels, which made it harder to take the full
volume of the enema bag into her intestines, and it always felt like she
was having very strong and painful cramps.  She held her water for twenty
minutes with each enema, although ten minutes is the standard
recommendation.  She knew that Bruce liked to see her walking around with
her holes filled, and enjoyed the secret looks they exchanged when Helen
smiled slightly at him as she shifted her legs to get more comfortable. 
Helen inserted a new butt plug in her clean asshole, then spread her legs
and slowly worked a ten-inch dildo into her pussy.  The dildo tended to
slide out while she walked around, so she used one with thin velvet straps
attached to the base.  She pulled the straps up around her waist and tied
them, working her hips so the dildo was fully inside her vagina.  She could
feel her cunt starting to lubricate as soon as she inserted the dildo, and
she smiled a little as she thought of taking it out at the end of the day.
Bruce liked for her to collect the vaginal secretions that her body
produced all day, and she kept these in jars that were tightly sealed to
preserve the warm fluids.  The jars were used for special sessions at the
inn, when they were poured over Helen's body until she glistened all over.

   Helen dressed for the day as usual, wearing very tight jeans that
revealed every curve of her legs and her round little ass.  The jeans were
hip huggers and her flabby belly hung out over the top unflatteringly, but
Bruce liked for Helen's body to be displayed for everybody to see.  She put
on a lacy dark blue bra, then pulled it down so her tits hung out.  The bra
was very tight, and its effect was to lift her small breasts and make them
stick out.  Her nipples were already stiff and hard, and they would stay
that way all day.  Bruce liked to touch her while other people were
watching, rolling her erect nipples between his fingers and giving her a
string of orgasms that left her trembling all over.  It was demeaning and
degrading for her to let him do that to her, especially with other people
watching, but she loved the raw sexual excitement so much that she
willingly submitted to him.  As long as he allowed her the honor of
touching and sucking his big cock and receiving it inside her body, she
would do anything he told her.  Helen put on her "fuck me" shoes, dark blue
ankle strap pumps with five-inch heels, and she was ready for the day.  The
shoes were uncomfortable to the point of being painful to wear, but they
made her legs look sexy, and that was enough to keep Helen in the slut
shoes all day and all night.  She went downstairs, her breasts bouncing and
jiggling, and walked into the kitchen to check on lunch preparations.  With
every step, the dildo shifted in her pussy, keeping her in a state of
arousal, and when she sat down, the butt plug was forced a little deeper
into her anus, so she was always aware of her two penetrations.  She saw
Bruce at various times as they both went about the business of running the
inn, and every time their eyes met, Helen felt a hot flush run through her
body.  Bruce would glance at her crotch and smile just a little, and Helen
would shift her legs and lick her lips.  This kept Helen's body aroused and
primed for sex, and by lunchtime she was ready to explode.

   Helen always ate lunch with Bruce in a small pantry off the kitchen,
with him in a chair turned at an angle to the small dining table.  Helen
was on her knees on the floor between Bruce's legs, her knees tightly
pressed together so she couldn't touch her pussy.  Her clitoris was
throbbing and painfully erect after a full morning of displaying her body
for the guests and the rest of the staff, but Bruce made her keep her legs
together during lunch so she couldn't touch her clit to relieve the sexual
tension that kept building and building.  What food Helen got was fed to
her by Bruce, a mouthful at a time, while she leaned forward with her hands
on the floor.  Occasionally he would reach down and touch her breasts as
they hung out of her bra, sometimes just grazing her flesh lightly,
sometimes rolling her areolas between his fingers gently -- and sometimes
pinching her nipples so hard that it brought tears to her eyes.  He never
said a word to her, just looked down at her while he was feeding her and
touching her, and Helen was in such a state of arousal, even the light
touch of Bruce's fingers on her breasts gave her orgasms.  Her upper body
quivered and she moaned a little each time she had an orgasm, and the
juices in her cunt flowed so heavily that she felt bloated and
uncomfortable by the time the half-hour lunch session was over.  It always
finished the same way.  After they finished eating, Bruce took both of
Helen's nipples between his fingers and began rolling them back and forth,
giving her a series of hot little orgasms that left her breathless as his
grip tightened.  When he released her, he unzipped his pants and took out
his cock, already fully erect and throbbing, and Helen gave a little
whimper as she leaned forward and took it in her mouth.  She was so
grateful to him for the excitement he gave her, she always tried to be the
best little cocksucker in the world, and he could never hold out very long
when she worked her tongue so insistently along the shaft and head of his
erection.  When he was ready to cum, she saw it in his eyes, and she
quickly raised her hands from the floor and put them on his scrotum and
began massaging his testicles urgently.  When he started to ejaculate in
her mouth, she squeezed his balls in rhythm with his contractions, milking
every drop of semen from his testicles, wanting his precious fluid more
than anything else in her life, swallowing the thick white sperm as fast as
she could while she had even more orgasms.

   When Bruce was finished cumming and took his cock out of her mouth,
Helen took his still-erect cock in her hands and kissed the head gently,
whispering with her lips brushing the tip of the cock, "Thank you...  oh,
thank you..." And then Bruce always barked one word at Helen harshly, a
word that made her insides melt like jelly: "Worship!" And Helen quickly
flattened herself on the floor, her face jammed against the hardwood floor,
her breasts splayed against the cold wood, her lips picking up dust and
dirt.  She brought her arms up over her head and put her hands together
with the palms against each other, as if she was praying, and then she
recited the mantra that had come to mean so much to her: "I worship thee, O
Lord Cock.  I shall have no other Cocks before Thee.  My mouth is Thy
vessel and Thou anointeth me with Thy goodness.  My worthless cunt belongs
only to Thee.  Please bless my ugly body, that it might please Thee." And
she quickly got back up on her knees and tilted her head back, her hands
below her chin in the same praying position, her eyes on Bruce's face.

   Helen knew what he was going to do now, and she welcomed it like
everything else he did to her, because it reminded her that she was nothing
but a worthless slut and she deserved nothing but punishment.  Many
submissives are also masochists, and Helen was in that category.  The years
she spent as a prostitute exposed her to a lot of physical pain, and she
first came to accept it as part of being a whore, but after a while she
began to crave the pain.  She was able to separate the pain in her mind,
put it in a little box that was separate from the pleasure she received
from satisfying her johns' urges, and she came to welcome the pain, and
eventually found she NEEDED pain in order to enjoy sex.  She could lay on
her back for hours with men screwing her, but this was entirely physical
for her.  To really gain enjoyment from fucking, she had to have pain
inflicted on her.  There are certain men that enjoy hurting girls while
they have sex, and Bruce was in that category -- so he and Helen fit
perfectly, each supplying what the other needed.  Now Helen was about to
receive what she wanted and needed from Bruce.  He brought his hand back
and slapped her so hard she was knocked onto her back on the floor.  He
immediately went to her and helped her up, gently stroking the vivid marks
of his fingers on her cheek as he whispered, "Good girl...  such a good
girl...  shh...  it's okay...  you are still the best little cocksucker
I've ever known..." Helen forgot the tears streaming down her cheeks and
smiled to herself, and her spirits soared as everything she had done, all
the dirty and degrading sexual acts she had performed, seemed to fall into
place in her perverted little universe, and she was content.

   CHAPTER 3: Remodeling the Inn

   After she bought the vintage home, Helen had to have a little remodeling
done, but she wanted to preserve the property intact as much as possible.
The spacious brick and brownstone Queen Anne home was located near the
center of historic Andover, Pennsylvania.  Built in 1902, the home featured
numerous stained glass windows, inlaid oak floors and paneling, ceilings
with beams, carved limestone and marble mantles, and a bright, airy
ambiance.  Helen hired several local craftsmen to make the changes
necessary for the home to be used as a bed and breakfast, and she got large
discounts by offering them her body.  Helen had always loved spreading her
legs for men, and getting paid for it just made it sweeter.  She spent most
of each day going from room to room in the house, taking off her clothes
and laying down on the bare floor and opening her legs.  The contractor
just laid down his tools and took out his cock and stuck it up her snatch.
Some of the men fucked her in the ass, and a few of them preferred
blowjobs, but mostly they just used her cunt.  The arrangement was that
they could fuck her as many times as they wanted to each day, and Helen
found that some of those guys had a lot of staying power.  At the peak of
the work, she had six contractors working in the house, and some of them
screwed her three times each day.  She was taking between 20 and 25 loads
in her vagina every day, plus swallowing about a quart of cum from the
blowjobs, and her ass was sore from all the anal sex.  She never refused
any of the men, but pretty soon they wanted some variety, and the pace of
the sex was wearing Helen out.  The obvious solution was to use her
children, as she had done when she bought the house.

   Dara was 18 now, and had just graduated from high school.  Laurel was 16
and slimmer than ever, and Dillon was 14 and in the ninth grade.  The kids
had the summer off from school, and they had been taking trips to visit the
many tourist attractions in southern Pennsylvania.  Dara had her driver's
license and Laurel had just gotten her learner's permit, but Dara did all
the driving on the trips.  Helen was glad they were interested in the
history of the surrounding area, but now she had something better for them
to do with their summer vacation.  She talked to the kids one night at the
house, and told them what she wanted them to do -- including Dillon,
because some of the contractors liked having sex with men.  She told them
frankly that she didn't care if they liked it or not, because they didn't
have a choice -- they could submit to the men, or they could hit the road.
Helen had already told her children she would pay for their college
educations, because she wished her parents had done that for her, and none
of the kids was stupid -- and anyway, Dara and Laurel had been on dates
before, with boys from school.  Both girls were virgins, and so was Dillon,
and Helen had plans for making some money from their deflowering at some
future time, so she told the kids they only had to let the men use their
mouths for sex.  She cautioned them not to let the men penetrate them
between their legs -- she wanted the girls' vaginas intact, and she didn't
want any of them to be penetrated in the ass.

   They started the next morning, when Helen sent Dara and Laurel to two of
the contractors remodeling separate bedrooms on the second floor.  She told
Dillon to go see a man working on the wiring in the kitchen, on the first
floor.  Helen went down to the basement, where a contractor was working on
remodeling the storage rooms.  Since Helen was the only one in the family
who could be fucked in her pussy or her ass, she planned to rotate among
the men, and she didn't say a word to the man in the basement -- she just
took off her jeans and lay down on the bare floor and spread her legs, and
he got on top of her.  He smelled sweaty, but he gave her a good hard
fucking, so Helen was happy.  She went upstairs to check on her daughters,
and found both of them on their knees giving blowjobs to the men. 
Downstairs in the kitchen, Dillon was also on his knees, sucking off the
man working in that room.  The man looked at Helen and grinned a little as
Dillon sucked his cock, and Helen went over and put her hand in Dillon's
hair and forced his head down on the cock as the man moaned a little.  His
body jerked and he ejaculated in Dillon's mouth, thrusting his hips a
little as his cock spurted jism down Dillon's throat.  Dillon swallowed
most of the cum, but a little of it ran down his chin, and Helen scooped it
up with her finger and put it in his mouth.  When the man was done, he
patted Dillon on the head, then went back to work.  Helen kissed her son on
the cheek and told him to go upstairs and see if his sisters needed some
help.

   Helen went to the living room to service two contractors working in
there.  One man was refinishing the baseboards, and she got down on her
knees next to him and put her hand between his legs and asked if he wanted
to fuck her.  She slipped down flat on her back on the floor as he got on
top of her, and she spread her legs so he could take out his cock and
insert it in her pussy.  The other man in the room was polishing a new coat
of wax on the chair rail, and he kept working while the first man was
screwing Helen, but he did look over his shoulder and watch a little.  The
man gave Helen a good hard fucking before he dumped his load in her twat,
and then he got up and went back to work.  Helen sat up on her elbows and
looked at the other man with a question in her eyes, and he came over and
unzipped his pants.  Helen asked him if he wanted her to clean the sperm
out of her cunt, and he said to just leave it inside her.  Helen's vagina
was slick and wet from the first fuck, and the second man's large erection
slid in easily.  His cock was much bigger than the first man, and Helen was
soon gasping and raising her legs so she could wrap them around her fucker,
She had her eyes closed and a low moan was coming out of her throat
continuously.  She had several orgasms while she was being fucked, and
finally the man shot his load deep in her twat.  When he pulled his cock
out of her, Helen leaned down and kissed the head of the cock and thanked
him for fucking her so good.

   Helen could hear noises from upstairs, so she went to check, and found
Dara with her arms around her man's legs, hugging him while she sucked his
cock.  She was jerking her head back and forth very fast, trying to get him
to cum, and her hands were caressing his bare buttocks.  As Helen watched,
her daughter used both hands to separate the man's ass cheeks, then worked
her finger into his ass.  He groaned a little, then put both hands on her
head and held it against his groin as he started to ejaculate in her mouth.
Helen could see Dara's throat rippling as she swallowed the man's load. 
Dara brought her hands around and squeezed his balls, milking the sperm out
of his cock into her mouth.  When she was done, she stood up and thanked
him sweetly and headed back downstairs, giving a small smile to her mother
as she passed by.  Helen asked the man if he was satisfied, and the man
nodded and said, "Ohhh yes, that girl knows how to suck a dick.  Same time
tomorrow?" Helen said either Dara or Laurel would come to him, and he went
back to work.  Helen went into the other bedroom and saw Laurel had taken
off her shirt.  It was on the floor beside her as she knelt in front of her
man, working her head back and forth vigorously.  The man's hands were on
her small breasts, rolling the erect nipples as Laurel moaned softly.  The
man's face was red and sweaty, and he was thrusting his hips a little,
fucking Laurel's mouth as the girl sucked him off.  In a moment he moved
his hands up to her head and grasped her ears, holding her head in place as
he shot his load.  Laurel gulped it down, making some slurping sounds as
she gobbled it up.  The man's eyes were closed and he was groaning quietly
as he dumped the last of his sperm in Laurel's warm mouth.  When he was
finished cumming, he stood there for a minute with his cock in her mouth,
then slowly pulled it out as she kept sucking, drawing the last of the
sticky juice out of his softening penis and swallowing it as she looked up
at him.  She had a little glob of semen on her lower lip, and she used her
finger to scoop it into her mouth and swallow it.  She kissed the head of
the cock, then stood up and leaned forward, arching her shoulders so her
breasts were accentuated.  Her nipples were sticking out lewdly, very pink
and stiff, and Laurel whispered, "Touch me one more time...?" The man out
his hands on her tits and caressed her, and then she leaned down and picked
up her shirt and left the room.  The man looked at Helen and shook his
head. "She sure knows her way around a cock -- how old is she?" Helen told
him she was 16, and the man shook his head, thinking how good it would feel
to spread Laurel's legs and fuck her.

   [Author's Note: The opening of the inn and its first weeks of operation
are covered in the original story titled "Bed and Breakfast." If it is not
available at ASSM, it can be obtained by e-mail from the author at the
address at the top of this story.]

   CHAPTER 4: Bruce Joins Helen at the Inn

   Helen had met Bruce when they both worked as computer programmer
consultants at the Washington Post in the late 1990s.  When that assignment
ended in December 1999, Helen had already left to go to work at SRA, and
Bruce found work with two other former Post consultants at the Office of
the Comptroller of the Currency, a federal agency based in DC.  But Bruce
stayed in touch with Helen, and they began to see each other even before
Helen bought the inn.  A few months after it opened, Helen felt confident
enough with its success to invite Bruce to come and live with her and help
her run the inn.  He agreed instantly, and moved in a few days later.  The
two of them had been screwing for about a year, and Helen had never found a
better fucker, or one with more staying power.  Bruce's erect cock was 12
inches of solid steel that never wavered when he was screwing Helen, and
she gave herself to him without limits.  He had started hitting her the
third time they made love, slapping her face lightly while he was inside
her, and Helen had been so astonished, she glared up at him -- but then she
saw the cruelty in his eyes, and she knew in an instant that he was giving
her what he knew she wanted.  He had known it even before she did, and now
Helen couldn't get enough of it.  The first time he mauled her breasts
while he was fucking her, she again glared at him -- but when she saw the
raw lust on his face, her irritation melted away, and she lifted her
breasts to him, offering them, begging him to do whatever he wanted.  The
pain she felt when he hurt her breasts served to remind her of her
submissiveness, of her deep need to satisfy a man's primal urge to inflict
pain on a woman while he fucked her.  Helen's face showed how much pain she
was in when Bruce was hurting her, and that image flashed in Bruce's eyes
on its way straight down to his penis, keeping his erection hard and long.

   But a few months after Bruce moved in, he told Helen he was getting
bored with her.  They were in her bedroom late on night when he told her
she was still a good fuck, but he couldn't help wanting her two daughters,
so young and fresh and beautiful.  Helen would have done anything to keep
Bruce's cock all to herself, and her first response was to break into
tears. Bruce held her and whispered in her ear for a while, and then he
told her to take off her clothes.  Helen stripped quickly, and he told her
to get down on her knees.  He opened his pants and took out his cock,
already fully erect, and stood so the head was three inches from Helen's
lips.  He told her to open her mouth, and Helen obeyed, licking her lips as
she stared at the throbbing cock so close to her face.  She wanted it in
her mouth, but she didn't move her head, waiting to be told what to do. 
The cock was quivering a little as it stuck straight out from Bruce's
crotch, and Helen could smell it, the sweetest smell she had ever known. 
Bruce made no movement toward her and didn't tell her to take it in her
mouth -- he just stood over her, looking into her eyes, a tiny smile on his
face.  After ten minutes, Helen asked him if she could suck his cock, and
he shook his head.  Helen moaned a little and sat there on her knees,
wanting him so much.  Bruce kept her there for an hour, and her knees and
legs were burning with pain.  Then suddenly Bruce leaned forward slightly,
and his cock came within half an inch of Helen's lips, and she groaned when
he drew back a little.  Bruce said to her, "You want my big cock?" Helen
made a noise in her throat as she said, "Oh god, yes, please, it's so
beautiful..." And Bruce put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so
she was looking up at him and not at his cock.  "That's how I feel about
Dara and Laurel...  they're so beautiful...  I want them like you want my
cock." Helen nodded and said, "Take them...  you can do anything you want,
just please let me have your cock...  I can't lose your cock, it means
everything to me...  please..." Bruce lifted Helen to her feet and kissed
her briefly.  He told her she could get dressed, and then he said quietly,
"I want Dillon, too." Helen felt a grimace sweep over her face as she
thought of her son with Bruce -- with any man -- but she knew there was
nothing at all she could do about any of this.  As long as she had access
to Bruce's cock, the rest just didn't matter.  She wasn't all that
concerned about her daughters losing their virginity -- it had to happen
sometime, and if it happened with Bruce, at least the girls would get a
great fucking for their first time.

   CHAPTER 5: A Very Special Retreat

   Helen had created a number of Retreat Packages that the inn offered to
small groups.  One of these was the "Transformative Power of Sacred Places
Retreat," and the Glowing Morn website featured the following description
of the program:

   What constitutes a sacred place?  It is a place where the quality of the
pervading energy encourages being completely "in the Now," encourages
immersion in the Ocean of Being, encourages the flow of love through all
beings and all things.  In this workshop we will explore the meaning and
power of sacred places in the world, in our area, and in our own homes.

   Helen led the retreat, guiding the participants through a prepared
journey to expand their understanding.  Bruce had attended one presentation
soon after he came to live with Helen at the inn, and now he suggested some
changes to Helen.  He wanted to change the end of the description to read "
...  in our own homes, and in our bodies, with emphasis on the transcendent
power of our genitals to lead us to greater understanding." He suggested
that he and Helen demonstrate sexual techniques that could be used to
attain a higher understanding of the meaning of life, and Helen loved the
idea.  The description was changed on the website, and the first booking
for the revised retreat was scheduled for a weekend in January.  Four
couples had signed up for the retreat, and they all met with Helen and
Bruce in the Sunroom, which featured original stained and leaded glass
windows, ceramic tile flooring, and a restored whimsical antique wall
fountain, making the room truly a delight on even the darkest winter day.
Bruce suggested everyone might be more comfortable if they took off their
clothes, and they all stripped and piled their clothes on a low table. 
Helen could see Bruce eying the women, and it lit a hot flame of jealousy
in her heart, but she knew he had to be free to make his own choices.  Two
of the couples were older, one in their 50s and the other in their 60s, and
the other two were much younger -- one woman was in her mid-20s, with short
blonde hair, and the other was barely 18.  She had very long red hair that
reached past her waist.  Bruce soon settled his attention on the two
younger women, his eyes devouring them as Helen went through the retreat
program.  The redhead noticed him looking at her and blushed, her pale
white freckled skin showing a flush of reddish glow on her face and neck.
Her areolas were puffy, like little hills on top of her smallish breasts,
but her erect nipples were just unbelievable -- almost an inch long, very
thick, and the same deep pink as her areolas.  She glanced down at her
chest and her blush deepened as she saw how obviously her nipples were
revealing how excited she was.  She started to lift her arms,
unconsciously, to cover her breasts, then realized she couldn't do that all
day, so she dropped her arms back into her lap and lowered her eyes in
embarrassment.

   Helen reached the part of the program where she suggested each couple
try some of the techniques she had suggested, exploring each other's
genitals while raising their consciousness.  But as the redhead's husband
turned to her, Bruce stepped over to him and whispered in his ear.  The man
paused a moment, then nodded and stood up, and Bruce sat down in the chair
beside the redhead.  The man went over to Helen and whispered to her that
Bruce had suggested they exchange partners so that both he and his wife
would gain additional knowledge and deepen the experience, and the man had
agreed.  Helen felt her spirits sag as she looked over at Bruce and saw him
taking the redhead's hands in his and starting to kiss her palms, but then
the man beside Helen leaned in and kissed her left breast, and she realized
she had to go along with this or she would appear ineffectual and unfocused
to the other participants.  She cradled the man's head and stroked his hair
as he started to suck on her nipple, nursing like a baby.  She raised her
eyes to look at Bruce again, and saw he was holding the redhead's large
nipples in his fingers, rolling them back and forth as the woman closed her
eyes and moaned quietly.  He leaned in and licked her cheeks like a dog,
and Helen held her man's head closer as she lowered her head and whispered,
"Bite my nipples...  I like for it to hurt..." The man glanced up at her,
then bit down on her stiff nipple, making her cry out.  She turned her eyes
quickly to Bruce, but her heart sank as he put one arm around the redhead
and kissed her while his other arm snaked down between her legs.  He ran
two fingers along her slit, then plunged them into her pussy as she gasped
with surprise and delight.

   Helen was dying inside, burning with jealousy as she watched Bruce stand
up and take the redhead over to the bed.  She lay down and brought her legs
up in the air, spreading them wide apart so Bruce had easy access to her
cunt.  Helen quickly stood up and led her man over to the bed, where she
lay down right beside the redhead.  Helen smiled seductively as she lay
back, spreading her legs invitingly, and the man got on top of her and
rammed his cock into her pussy as Helen gasped.  His cock was much smaller
than Bruce's, but Helen acted like the hottest bitch in the world,
thrusting her hips and moaning like a whore.  Bruce was screwing the
redhead with a steady rhythm, and Helen could see out of the corner of her
eye that the redhead was having a string of orgasms, her whole body
quivering as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the power of Bruce's big cock.
Helen put her hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris roughly, giving
herself a series of orgasms that left her gasping for breath.  Her fucker
was getting excited watching her while he thrust into her, and she felt his
cock throbbing heavily in her wet cunt.  She knew he would be ready to cum
soon, and she put both arms around him as she lifted her legs and locked
them behind his back, forcing his cock deeper into her vagina.  She thrust
her hips in rhythm with his strokes, and he groaned and exploded inside
her. Helen raked her fingernail across her clit, and her whole body jerked
massively as an electric bolt shot through her genitals.  She was moaning
like a banshee, going crazy like the little dick in her pussy was the
biggest one she had ever had.

   Helen was still catching her breath when she heard the redhead start to
whimper beside her, and she turned her head and watched as Bruce brought
the girl to three orgasms as he thrust into her like a jackhammer.  She had
her arms stretched above her head on the bed, opening her body completely
to Bruce as he grunted and started to cum in her twat.  The girl's body
spasmed as she received his huge load, her pussy filling quickly with his
warm thick semen.  He kept thrusting in to her all the time he was cumming,
and finally stopped when his scrotum was empty.  He raised himself up and
looked down at her and smiled as he told her, "You're a great piece of
ass." The girl grinned happily as Helen felt hot tears of embarrassment and
humiliation on her cheeks.  She knew Bruce was aware that he could hear
him, and she knew he said that to hurt her, as if fucking a much younger
girl right there beside her didn't hurt her enough.  She got up and went
back to the front of the room and asked the other guests to participate in
a discussion of what had happened, and they all talked about what they had
learned and felt.  The session ended soon after, and Helen and Bruce got
dressed and went back to their bedroom.

   CHAPTER 6: Bruce and Dara

   Helen decided the best way to get Bruce's attention redirected away from
the women guests was to get him thinking about her daughters again, so she
casually told him that evening how much the girls liked him.  Bruce told
her he wanted to deflower Dara while some guests watched, and Helen smiled
to herself.  Maybe he had already forgotten the 18-year-old redhead he had
just screwed.  His eyes seemed to be shining at the thought of fucking Dara
-- maybe the incest angle turned him on?  Bruce had come to be almost a
father figure to the kids since he had moved in, and maybe the idea of
having sex with his almost step-daughter got him excited.  Helen agreed to
sound out the current guests to see who might enjoy a little sex show. 
Three couples were interested, and the show was set for the next afternoon
in the Jewel in the Heart Room, where one of the couples was staying.  It
was a light-filled hexagon shaped room in the north turret, offering views
of tree-lined Main Street.  It had a queen-size walnut sleigh bed and a
huge private bathroom with a multi-jet shower.  One side of the room had
windows on three sides of the hexagon, and the three couples were seated in
front of the windows when Bruce escorted Helen and Dara into the room. 
Helen was wearing her usual outfit, with her tits hanging out over her bra,
and Dara was wearing a microbikini that was almost invisible, just some
ultra-thin red velvet straps holding three tiny pieces of velvet over her
breasts and pussy.  The scraps of velvet were so small, her areolas were
fully visible, with her erect nipples poking against the velvet scraps. 
Between her legs, the velvet was barely wide enough to cover her slit, and
her outer labia were completely exposed.  She looked even more naked than
if she was wearing nothing at all, and all three of the men in the audience
started to get erections as they watched her come into the room.  Dara was
wearing slut shoes like her mother, red ankle strap pumps with five-inch
heels, and she looked like a hooker waiting to be screwed.  Her cunt was
already wet, and the velvet over her slit was soaked through with pussy
slime, turning it a deep shade of red.  As she walked, the velvet slipped
between her labia into her pussy, leaving it totally bare, with just the
strip of velvet emerging at the top of her slit.  Dara looked down and saw
what had happened, and she reached down and pulled the tiny piece of wet
velvet of her vagina and repositioned it over her slit, but it stayed in
place only a moment before it slipped back into her dripping twat.

   Bruce led Dara to the center of the room and told her to dance for the
guests.  Dara started moving sinuously, thrusting her hips left and right,
squatting with her knees wide apart, revealing every inch of her almost
naked young body.  Bruce watched her with his eyes narrowed, appraising her
movements and imagining how it would feel to be inside her.  After a few
minutes he went and stood behind her and put his arms around her with his
forearms under her breasts.  He spoke to her, but loud enough for the
others to hear.  "Are you a virgin, Dara?" The girl blushed and nodded,
lowering her eyes in embarrassment.  Bruce brought his hands up to her
breasts, squeezing them gently and continuing, "Ever made out with a boy?"
Dara nodded again, her cheeks flushing a deep red.  Bruce said to her,
"Tell us about it," and Dara closed her eyes and smiled a little.  "A boy
got me in the back of his car and pulled up my shirt and played with my
tits a little." Bruce grasped her boobs tighter, and Dara gasped and smiled
again.  Her bikini bra was still in place, but all it covered were her
nipples, just barely.

   Bruce asked the girl softly, "He didn't put his hand between your legs?"

   Dara's face reddened.  "Well...  OK, he reached down my jeans and tried
to stick his finger in my slit."

   "Did you like it when he did that?" Bruce moved a hand down to Dara's
groin and lightly rubbed one finger along her outer labia.  Her body jerked
reflexively, and then she smiled and got a dreamy look on her face.  Her
bikini bottom had slipped inside her pussy again, so it was like she was
naked below the waist.

   "Yeah, it felt nice...  just like that...  ohhh, I like that so much..."
She had unconsciously spread her legs, moving her high heels further apart
and squatting slightly so she could rub her groin against Bruce's fingers.
She brought her arms up to clasp Bruce's arm against her breasts, lowering
her head and mewling softly.  Between her open legs, a trickle of juice
leaked out of her slit and coated Bruce's fingers as he continued to touch
her outer labia.  Bruce took the scrap of velvet of her bikini bottom that
had sunk into her slit and pulled it aside, and the girl's tight pink inner
labia were visible as her cunt flowered open, with her hymen blocking the
entrance to her vagina.  Bruce poked his finger against her hymen a few
times, then started rubbing it as Dara took a deep breath and closed her
eyes tight.

   Bruce let go of Dara and took a step back, and it took her a moment to
open her eyes and come down from his feeling her up.  He told her to turn
around so she was facing him.  Her bikini bottom had slid back into her
slit, and her bra was still covering her nipples.  Bruce told her to strip,
and Dara shrugged out of her bra and dropped it on the floor, then slid the
bottom down to her ankles and stepped out of it.  She stood there naked,
her high heels making her legs look so sexy as she looked at Bruce with her
arms at her sides, waiting.  Her small breasts rose and fell as she
breathed.  Bruce asked her, "Do you like how your breasts look?"

   Dara's face reddened as she involuntarily glanced down.  Her breasts
looked like two deflated balloons hanging off her chest, small and
depressingly flat.  She had large areolas and her erect nipples stuck out
excitingly, but her sagging breasts ruined the image.  She looked up at
Bruce and said, "I wish they were bigger." Bruce took a step so he was
standing right in front of her, and he cupped her tits in his hands.  The
loose flesh lay there in his hands like two dead puppies.  Bruce shook them
a little, and Dara's face flushed a deeper red.  He pinched her nipples,
and Dara gasped and looked up at him, smiling a little.  Bruce asked her,
"What if I paid for breast implants for you?  Would you like that, angel?"
Dara smiled hugely and gushed, "Oh god, that would be so great!!" Bruce
looked at Helen with a question in his eyes -- would she agree to let her
daughter get implants?  -- and Helen quickly nodded, a grim smile on her
face.  She didn't really care what Dara ended up looking like, but she
desperately wanted to keep Bruce happy so he would keep using his cock on
her.  If he wanted to waste money giving Dara some big boobs, that was fine
with her.

   Bruce opened his pants and took out his cock.  It was slightly hard, and
as Dara stared at it, the cock began to stiffen.  Bruce didn't touch it, he
just looked at Dara's face with a slight smile, then told her, "Come over
here, angel, and lay down on the carpet." Dara obeyed quickly, laying on
her back with her high heels a few inches from Bruce's shoes.  Bruce told
her, "I want to fuck you now, Dara, but it will hurt you because it's your
first time.  When I stick my penis in your vagina, I'll have to break your
hymen, and that will hurt.  You might bleed a little, too.  I won't fuck
you if you don't want me to." Dara's head was raised and her eyes were
locked on Bruce's erection.  She whispered, "I want you to..." and Bruce
told her to spread her legs.  Dara lifted her legs in the air with her
knees bent and spread them lewdly, so her groin was fully exposed.  Bruce
let her lay there like that while he motioned Helen to come closer.  She
got up from her chair and came and stood at Dara's head, and Bruce told her
to unbutton her jeans and pull them down around her ankles.  Helen obeyed,
and them Bruce told her to get down on the floor with her knees on either
side of Dara's head.  Helen obeyed, not sure where he was going with this.
She looked down at Dara, whose face was nestled in Helen's exposed crotch
now.  Bruce got down on his knees between Dara's open legs and positioned
the head of his cock in her slit, then lay forward on top of her, letting
his full weight settle on the girl's groin and making her grunt in pain. 
As he settled onto her, his cock started into her vagina but was blocked by
her hymen.

   Bruce was bracing his upper body with one arm, and he put his other arm
around Helen's neck and pulled her toward him and kissed her, a messy wet
kiss with his tongue all over her lips and mouth.  Helen moaned and put
both arms around him and returned his kiss with hot fervor.  Bruce leaned
in toward her, and the force of his cock in Dara's pussy increased as he
put his whole weight on her, and suddenly her hymen broke and she lost her
virginity.  Dara gave a little yelp of pain as she was penetrated, and
there was a grimace on her face as the pain spread through her midsection.
Helen broke the kiss with Bruce and pulled her head back so she could look
into his eyes as he deflowered her daughter, and Bruce kept his eyes on
Helen's face -- totally ignoring the young girl whose cunt was filled with
his cock meat.  Helen smiled slightly and glanced down at Dara's sweating
face as Bruce's cock sank deeper into her twat, but Bruce didn't even look
at Dara -- he just pulled Helen's face closer so he could kiss her again,
this time moving his hand down to her breasts and pinching her nipples as
he kissed her.  His hips moved up and down as he started to fuck Dara, but
the pain in her vagina was still sharp, and she put her hands on his hips
to get him to go slow.  Without breaking his kiss with Helen, Bruce moved
his hand down from her breasts and slapped Dara, first with his palm and
then with the back of his hand.  Helen broke the kiss and looked at Bruce,
astonished, and Bruce looked down at the girl he was fucking.  His tone was
cruel as he sneered at her and said, "Don't ever tell a man to go slow when
he's screwing you, angel...  it gets some men mad, makes them want to hurt
you..." He slapped her again, hard, and Dara burst into tears, her face
flushed with embarrassment and humiliation.  Bruce thrust into her, hard,
and Dara screamed, as much from surprise as pain.  Bruce looked into her
eyes.  "You like that, don't you?" He thrust again, twice, making her whole
body jerk as his cock rammed into her sore vagina.  "Tell me you like it,
angel...  you know you do...  you're a whore, just like your mother, and
whores like getting screwed...  tell me..." He gave her three more deep
thrusts, making Dara grunt in pain -- but then she opened her eyes and
glared up at him and spat out, "Yes!  I like it!  Fucking bastard..." Her
tone was the same as a girl caught with her hand between her legs
masturbating in Sunday School -- nervous and upset, but also with an
undertone of deep satisfaction.

   Bruce gave Dara a few very hard thrusts that made the girl grunt in
pain, then he went back to a steady in-and-out rhythm as he reached for the
back of Helen's neck again.  He pulled her face in very close to his and
told her, "Your daughter is a great fuck." Helen frowned at him, and
suddenly he slapped her.  Helen gasped in surprise, then glared at Bruce
and started to raise her hand to slap him back -- but she stopped when she
saw the look on his face.  He was sweating like a pig and fucking Dara like
a jackhammer, and Helen realized he was almost ready to cum.  She looked
down at her daughter and saw Dara grimacing from the sharp pain Bruce was
giving her each time he pounded his erection into her pussy.  Helen
wondered if Bruce had given Dara any orgasms, but it didn't look like it,
with all the pain.  She could see a little blood on Bruce's cock each time
it emerged from Dara's cunt, and she knew it must hurt like a knife cutting
into her tender vagina.  Helen quickly put her arms around Bruce and kissed
him, frantically working her tongue between his teeth, wanting to get him
so completely excited so he would dump a huge load in Dara's pussy.  She
wanted Dara to always remember her first time.  Bruce pulled Helen against
him and put both arms around her, shifting his body on top of Dara so his
cock was suddenly forced all the way inside her pussy, with his scrotum
nestled against the bottom of her slit.  Her tight, hot cunt was gripping
the his like a hand, and Bruce felt his ejaculation building up in his
testicles as an orgasm shot through his body.  He stayed frozen in place
for a moment as he tipped over the edge, and then he made a rutting sound
like an animal as his cock exploded in Dara's twat.

   Bruce didn't move for a moment while his cock spurted like a fire hose,
but then he started to thrust into Dara again, to prolong his ejaculation.
At the same moment Helen raked her fingernails down his back, making him
groan as the sharp pain hit him -- but the additional stimulation made his
cock twitch heavily in Dara's vagina, and a new flood of warm sperm gushed
into her twat.  Dara had her eyes closed as her body jerked under Bruce's
hard thrusts, and her face was flushed a deep red and covered with heavy
sweat.  She spread her legs wider, opening her body to her fucker
unconsciously as she held him against her with her arms around his hips. 
Finally the flood of semen slowed a little, and Bruce gave Dara a few more
thrusts, then pushed Helen back and lifted himself off Dara's sweating body
and stood up.  She lay there motionless, hardly believing what had happened
to her, making no effort to close her splayed legs.  Her groin and stomach
were covered with Bruce's sperm that had leaked out as he was pulling his
cock out of her pussy.  The whole room was redolent with the smells of
semen and pussy slime, mixing together in the salty odor of raw sex. 
Helen's pussy had been creaming heavily all the time she was kissing Bruce,
and her smelly juices had run down her thighs and pooled between her legs
on the carpet.  There was another pool of vaginal secretions between Dara's
legs, staining the carpet dark.  Helen knew she would have to get the
carpet cleaned before the stains became permanent.

   Helen stood up, then helped Dara to her feet.  The three couples had
been watching in silence, but now they all applauded as Bruce took Dara's
hand and raised it high in the air, like a prizefighter who had won a long,
hard boxing bout.  Dara blushed deeply, but she smiled a little, and she
was clearly proud of what had happened to her.  She was a woman now, and
she had Bruce to thank for it.

   CHAPTER 7: Dara Gets Breast Implants

   Bruce made good on his promise to pay for breast implants for Dara.  She
had hated her small breasts ever since she went through puberty and her
tits failed to grow like all her friends' did.  She had tried massaging
them and rubbing them with creams and lotions, but nothing helped -- they
hung there on her chest like two empty bags, sagging and flat.  Her nipples
got long and stiff when she got excited, but her tits just lay there like
two fried eggs, and she hated it.  Bruce made the appointment the next day
for her, and took her to see the doctor.  He didn't have a regular office,
and Bruce took her to meet him in a small room off an alley in downtown
Harrisburg, about forty miles north of Andover.  The doctor told her to
take off all her clothes, and Dara looked at Bruce questioningly, but Bruce
told her the doctor needed to look at the shape and size of the different
parts of her body before deciding on the best size for her implants, so
Dara stripped.  When she was naked, the doctor looked her over and felt the
muscles in her arms and legs, but then he reached for her breast and she
slapped his hand away angrily.  Bruce calmed her down, explaining that the
doctor obviously had to examine her breasts in order to determine the best
implants for her.  So she leaned forward and let the doctor touch her
breasts, closing her eyes because it made her feel like a piece of meat. 
The doctor checked to be sure Dara wasn't looking at him, then looked at
Bruce and smiled a little.  Bruce gave him a "thumbs up" signal, and the
doctor used both hands to squeeze Dara's sagging breasts so hard that she
yelped and batted his hands away.

   Bruce stepped over in front of Dara and spoke quietly, telling her the
cost of breast implant surgery was usually around $20,000.  He told her
just couldn't afford that, but he wanted to keep his promise to her to pay
for her implants, so he had made an arrangement with the doctor to do the
surgery using his own procedure, for a lesser rate -- but the doctor wanted
to have access to Dara before and after the operation.  Dara asked Bruce
what that meant, and Bruce smiled and told her she was a pretty girl and
the doctor just wanted to touch her, feel her up...  and maybe have sex
with her if he liked her.  Dara looked at the doctor -- he was about 60 and
looked like a troll -- and the thought of his hands on her body repelled
her, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful to Bruce.  So she nodded, and
the doctor came over and talked to her about the procedure, explaining that
her breasts are composed of glands or lobules, milk ducts, fat, and
connective tissue.  The lobules group together into larger units called
lobes.  Each breast has 15 to 20 lobes arranged in a wheel spoke pattern
emanating from the area of the nipple and areola.  The lobes empty into the
milk ducts which carry the milk through the breast towards the area of the
nipple.  There they converge into 6 to 10 larger ducts called collecting
ducts which enter the base of the nipple and connect with the openings on
the outside.  Dara's young age meant that her breasts were primarily
composed of glandular tissue with only a small percentage of fat, making
her breasts firmer than in older women.  The glandular tissue of the breast
is affected by female hormones during the menstrual cycle and is very
sensitive.  Very dramatic changes can occur in the consistency of the
breasts just prior to menstruation when levels of estrogen and progesterone
are peaking.

   The doctor told Dara that his method for augmenting a woman's breasts
was not like the usual surgery, where implants -- plastic bags filled with
silicone or saline solution -- are inserted behind the breasts during an
operation under general anesthetic.  The doctor's system was much faster,
and although there was some pain, the recovery period was much shorter -- a
few days rather than the several months required for surgical scars to
heal. His procedure involved inserting a needle directly into the breast,
through the nipple, and filling the lobes with silicone.  Since each breast
has 15 to 20 lobes arranged in a circular pattern around the area under the
areola and nipple, it would be necessary to insert and withdraw the needle
perhaps ten times for each breast, in order to locate all the lobes and
fill them with silicone.  He also would be injecting silicone into the
fatty tissue in the breasts to help fill out their shape.  Dara took in as
much of this as she could understand, but she had never been much good at
science, so she mostly just nodded.

   What the doctor did not tell Dara was how his procedure would affect her
breasts.  He had gone over this with Bruce, but both of them agreed it was
better not to tell Dara that injecting silicone into the milk glands in her
breasts would destroy her ability to produce milk, and she would never be
able to breast-feed her baby.  In fact, no one would be safe sucking from
her breasts, because what would come out of her nipples would be silicone,
not milk.  Silicone is toxic when ingested, so anyone sucking Dara's
nipples would get sick from it.  And if anyone did nurse from her breasts,
the silicone would flow out through her nipples and destroy her breast
augmentation, causing her breasts to sag and develop heavy wrinkles and
sunken areas where the silicone had been sucked out.  Even if the silicone
was not removed from Dara's milk glands by sucking, it was likely to start
leeching into her breast tissue, possibly as early as a year after the
procedure.  The presence of free silicone in women's breast tissue has been
linked to potentially fatal connective tissue diseases like
dermatomyositis, scleroderma and lupus erythematosus, fibromyalgia (a
painful soft-tissue disease), and pulmonary fibrosis.  Dara was likely to
develop at least one or two of these diseases within three years after her
breast augmentation, and the pain and medical expenses would be
considerable -- but none of this mattered to the doctor, as long as he got
his money and a chance to have sex with Dara while she was still in good
health.  And none of it mattered to Bruce, since he saw Dara as nothing
more than an added benefit to his relationship with Helen.  Bruce didn't
give a shit what happened to Dara or Laurel or Dillon, or even Helen, as
long as his cock got a good workout at least once or twice a day.  In fact,
the thought of ruining Dara's body gave him an incredible hard-on, and the
thought of looking at Helen's face when she found out about it gave him an
even bigger boner.  Watching the doctor talking so earnestly to Dara, while
she sat there totally naked with her ugly tits hanging out, made him want
to screw the little slut right now, but he knew the doctor had to have some
time with her.

   The doctor told Dara to lay across his desk on her back, so her tits
were almost flat like a boy.  He came around the desk and stood at Dara's
head and started working on her breasts, concentrating on her nipples,
massaging them and rolling them between his fingers.  Her areolas seemed
huge with her breasts flattened as she lay on her back, and the areolas
were thickly covered with Montgomery glands, small bumps that are actually
tiny muscles that contract and widen to help bring the milk out during
breast-feeding.  The Montgomery glands also produce oils that lubricate the
nipple and discourage the growth of bacteria on the skin of the nipple and
areola during lactation.  The Montgomery glands enlarge during pregnancy,
giving the areola a knobby appearance, and Dara's areolas were thick with
the tiny points of skin, making it look like her areolas were erect as well
as her nipples.  As the doctor exerted more pressure on the soft flesh,
rolling the areolas and nipples roughly between his fingers, a milky
discharge started to leak out of both nipples.  Many women have some type
of nipple discharge or fluid when their breasts are squeezed, and it's
normal.  Squeezing the nipple sends a message to the brain, and the
pituitary gland responds by increasing prolactin levels, which in turn
produces discharge from the nipple.  The discharge can come in a variety of
colors -- gray, green and brown -- as well as white.  The discharge from
Dara's nipples was a milky white, and doctor rubbed the thin liquid into
Dara's areolas, feeling the little prickles of her Montgomery glands as he
massaged her shapeless tits.  Her nippples were very long and thick,
totally out of place with saggy breasts like hers, but the doctor knew her
nipples would look spectacular after he got through working on her tits. 
His cock stiffened as he thought of what he was going to do to Dara, and
how great she would think she looked -- for a while.

   The doctor opened his pants and took out his half-hard cock.  He put his
hands on Dara's shoulders and pulled her toward him a little, so her head
was hanging off the edge of the desk, upside down.  He inserted his penis
in her mouth and told her to suck it as he resumed massaging her breasts.
Dara opened her mouth and took the cock between her lips and started
licking, closing her eyes as the doctor's scrotum settled onto her eyes and
forehead.  His testicles rubbed all over her face as he moved his hips
slowly, thrusting in and out of her mouth like it was a cunt.  He took both
of her nipples in his fingers and lifted them straight up, distending her
saggy breasts into sharply defined cones and making her whimper.  She
sucked harder, and the doctor pinched her nipples tighter, keeping her
breasts stretched out, and Dara squealed in surprise as a jolt of sharp
pain shot through her breasts.  The doctor kept the pressure on Dara's
nipples steady, and it felt like bees were stinging her breasts.  The girl
was breathing faster, and she started taking the cock further down her
throat, like she was hungry for it, stretching her neck and moving her head
against the doctor's groin.  He was fully erect now, but he didn't want to
waste his cum.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth as she slurped at it,
and came around the desk and pulled her hips toward him so her pussy was at
the edge of the desk.  He spread her legs and penetrated her in one deep
stroke, making Dara gasp and shudder.  She was still sore from Bruce
deflowering her, and she grunted softly as the doctor started to thrust
into her.  She kept grunting with each thrust as the doctor reamed out her
pussy, his hands on her hips to hold her in place.  Dara lifted her legs
and wrapped them around his waist, smiling a little even as she grimaced
with the sharp pain of each stroke of his cock.  The doctor felt his cock
stiffen as he realized this little slut was actually enjoying getting
screwed, and he gave her a few more strokes, then grunted like a rutting
pig as his cum flooded her vagina.  Dara was quivering with excitement, her
mouth hanging open as she moaned quietly, and some drool leaked out and ran
down the sides of her cheeks.  The doctor kept fucking her slowly as he
dumped a huge load of sperm inside the girl, and finally he pulled his cock
out of her twat and reached up to pat her on the head.  As he zipped up his
pants.  he told Dara she was a great fuck, and she smiled a little.

   CHAPTER 8: Needles in Dara's Breasts

   The doctor told Dara it was time for the procedure.  He told her to sit
in a straight-back wood chair that he moved into the center of the room,
but Dara saw a cylindrical object sticking up from the seat -- and it
looked like a cock!  She looked at the doctor with a big question in her
eyes, and he explained that it was a dildo, shaped like an erect penis.  He
told her briefly what dildos are used for, and explained that he wanted her
to sit on it, lowering herself slowly and letting it penetrate her vagina.
The dildo was eight inches long, big enough to fill her pussy completely,
and he told her its purpose was to stimulate the nerve endings in her
vaginal canal while the procedure was being done.  This would cause her
vagina to lubricate as if she was about to have sex, and that action would
release endorphins and other hormones from glands in her body, relaxing her
and easing her tensions.  This would help her endure the pain and
discomfort of having the needles inserted into her breasts.  The doctor
told her to feel free to move her hips or swivel her body slightly on the
dildo, because that would simulate the actions of sexual intercourse and
increase the hormone levels in her body.

   What the doctor did not tell Dara was that he enjoyed watching girls
suffer, and he was going to make her breast augmentation as painful as he
could.  He knew exactly where to find the highest concentration of nerve
endings when he inserted the needles into Dara's nipples, to cause the
greatest possible discomfort for her.  He knew that moving the needles
while they were in her breasts would cause an unbelievable sharp pain in
her nipples that would spread throughout her breasts, causing her whole
chest to ache and burn.  And he knew the feel of the plunger on the needle
when a milk gland was full of silicone -- so it was easy for him to
overfill the glands just a little, so that the pressure of the silicone
would cause the gland sac to rupture at some point, usually within a year.
When this happened, the silicone in the gland would empty into the
connective tissue and fat in the breast, and then into the girl's
bloodstream.  This almost guaranteed she would come down with at least one
of several autoimmune diseases related to silicone, like lupus
erythematosus or fibromyalgia.  In extreme cases, the girl would have to
undergo a double mastectomy, where both of her breasts are surgically
removed -- but even if the breast tissue survived, the shape and appearance
of the breasts would be ruined beyond repair.  If Dara thought she had flat
tits now, just wait a year or so, the doctor thought as he watched her
spread her legs and squat over the chair, moving her body until the head of
the dildo brushed against her slit.  She sat down slowly, letting it
penetrate her cunt until her round little ass was resting on the chair. 
She shifted around a little, letting out a gasp as the big dildo moved
inside her, keeping her knees spread wide apart, opening her body to the
plastic cock.

   The doctor picked up the needle.  It had a shiny metal shaft that seemed
to go on forever, and Dara shuddered when she saw it.  The shaft was
actually 18 inches long, and it was screwed into a hypodermic syringe
containing a thick brownish liquid that flowed heavily, like it had sand
mixed in with it.  The doctor stood in front of Dara and took her left
breast in his hand, the loose skin hanging off his fingers untidily.  He
rubbed his thumb against her nipple roughly, telling her he needed the
nipple to be erect, and Dara raised her hand and pinched the nipple until
it got stiff.  It was very thick and long, out of place on saggy tits like
hers, and the doctor held the breast so the nipple stuck up toward him.  He
brought the point of the needle to hover just above the nipple, then
started to insert it, poking the tip of the needle into the center of
Dara's large brown nipple.  The girl let out a yelp, more from fear than
from pain, and the doctor quickly told her not to move -- she might tear
the needle out of her breast and damage the tissue.  Dara was still
quivering nervously, making the loose flesh of her breast jiggle like jello
in the doctor's hand, and he suppressed a smile -- what an ugly, stupid
little bitch.  He had dealt with some pretty stupid sluts, but this one
broke the record for sheer lack of brain power.  She had met him less than
two hours ago, and she was willingly -- willingly!  -- letting him jab a
needle into her crappy little tit.  Unbelievable.  The doctor shifted the
needle to the side a little, to give Dara some nerve pain in her nipple,
and she jerked a little and frowned, but tried to hold still.  He pushed
the shaft deeper into the breast meat, feeling for the milk glands under
the outer layer of fat, and found one.  He made sure the needle had
penetrated the wall of the gland, then squeezed the plunger on the
hypodermic gently, and some silicone ran through the hollow shaft of the
needle into Dara's milk gland.  The doctor put the slightest additional
pressure on the plunger, and a few more drops of silicone were forced into
the gland, so the pressure of the silicone was straining the walls of the
small sac.  The doctor withdrew the needle a bit, then started probing for
the next milk duct.  As he did so, he forced the needle sideways a little,
and grinned to himself as Dara grunted from the sharp pain in her breast.
He found the next milk gland deep inside the breast and repeated the
procedure.

   The doctor was actually injecting the silicone into the milk lobes in
Dara's breast.  Milk is produced in the milk glands, also called lobules,
which are too small to be injected.  The milk flows from the lobules into
larger units called lobes, and each breast has 15 to 20 lobes arranged in a
wheel spoke pattern.  After the doctor filled each lobe with silicone, the
silicone would flow into milk ducts which carry the milk through the breast
to the area of the nipple.  There they converge into 6 to 10 larger ducts
called collecting ducts, which enter the base of the nipple and connect
with the openings on the outside.  So if someone were to suck Dara's
nipple, only silicone would come out -- not milk.  Dara's breasts would
still produce milk in her milk glands, or lobules, but when the milk flowed
into the lobes, it would be contaminated and destroyed by the silicone
already filling the lobes.

   The doctor found 18 other lobes in Dara's left breast, and carefully
injected each one with silicone.  After the first few lobes were injected,
Dara's breast began to swell slowly because of the increasing volume of
silicone inside, and with each additional lobe, the breast got bigger.  It
was like pumping up a flat tire, and Dara stared down at her chest
unbelievingly as her tit got bigger and bigger.  Only three or four lobes
could be injected with each insertion of the needle, and the doctor had to
keep withdrawing it and inserting it at a different angle into Dara's
sensitive nipple as he continued to fill the lobes with silicone.  By the
time twelve lobes had been injected, the tit was almost as big as a soccer
ball attached to her chest.  But the doctor kept injecting more silicone as
long as he could find more lobes.  He had to refill the syringe with
silicone twice, and each time he unscrewed it carefully from the shaft of
the needle and told Dara to hold the needle in place so it didn't shift
inside her breast -- knowing the nervous girl's shaky hand would cause the
needle to irritate the nerve endings in her nipples, giving her a lot of
pain.  He purposely filled the syringe very slowly, prolonging Dara's
discomfort as long as he could get away with it, and he grinned at Bruce
while he was doing it.  Dara was facing the other way and couldn't see that
Bruce grinned back just as widely -- he was enjoying Dara's pain as much as
the doctor.

   When the doctor finished injecting Dara's left breast, the soccer ball
had grown to the size of a basketball, and the girl had to support the
weight of her tit to keep it from stretching the skin of her chest
painfully.  Then it was time to start on the other breast, but Dara was
crying from the pain in her chest and the strain of sitting there for more
than an hour the needle was repeatedly inserted through her nipple.  The
doctor told her he could wait for a few minutes, and she sat there holding
her huge left tit in her hands while she cried quietly.  Bruce and the
doctor were standing behind the girl, and both of them were rubbing their
cocks through their pants as they enjoyed the sounds Dara made while she
was in pain.  It got their cocks hard as steel, and the doctor had to
carefully let his cock soften a little before he could step around in front
of Dara to start on her other breast, so she wouldn't see how much he was
enjoying her pain.

   The doctor stretched out the procedure even more on Dara's right breast,
inserting the long needle into her erect nipple ten times.  He had only
penetrated her left nipple six times, and he enjoyed doing her right tit a
lot more.  The girl was crying the whole time, from the pain but also from
the embarrassment and humiliation she was feeling.  She wondered why she
had ever wanted big tits in the first place, but she had caught a glance or
two that Bruce made toward her while the doctor was working on her, and it
thrilled her when he looked at her breasts.  She was like any other girl in
wanting men to look at her rack, but she had never had much there to see
before.  It made her feel hot to think about walking around with big
titties and having men look at her all the time.  But the pain was so bad!
She was sitting there holding her basketball-size jugs in her arms, and the
weight of the globes seemed huge to her.  How could she ever walk or sit or
do anything with these things on her chest?  She couldn't imagine running
with these big breasts -- the bouncing would tear them right off of her. 
And her back was starting to hurt, too, just sitting there holding them in
her arms.  The pain from the procedure was like the pain of a toothache,
all through her breasts and into her chest, and her nipples were burning
like they had been cut with a knife.  They felt terribly itchy, but the
doctor had told her not to scratch them or she might impede the healing
process.  Actually some massaging would have helped the area around her
nipples and areolas heal faster by increasing the blood flow -- but the
doctor withheld that information so he could watch the little bitch sit
there going crazy from the itching.  He gave Dara a catalog from a company
that supplied extra-large bras and costumes for strippers, so she could try
to find a bra that would fit her new tits.  He smiled to himself as he
pictured this little slut walking into a classroom with her big boobs
sticking out, like a cow that needed to be milked.  God, what a stupid
bitch!

   CHAPTER 9: Dara's First Day With Big Boobs

   When Bruce got back to the inn with Dara, Helen took one look at her
daughter and threw a fit.  Dara had a beach towel wrapped around her huge
breasts because there was nothing else in the doctor's office big enough to
cover them, and when she dropped the towel, after they all went up to the
room Dara shared with Laurel, Helen couldn't believe what she was seeing.
She glared at Bruce and asked him why he let the doctor do this to Dara,
but Bruce replied mildly that the girl wanted it.  Dara was smiling
stupidly, still fascinated by the huge globes of breast meat hanging off
her chest, and Helen threw up her hands.  "You look like a whore or a
stripper, Dara -- is that what you want?!" Dara looked at her silently for
a moment, her face blank -- and then she grinned and said, "YES!  The boys
have been taunting me about having small breasts, and the girls are worse.
I want guys to look at me and WANT to touch my big tits!  I like it, Mom --
and I don't care WHAT you think." She sat down suddenly, crossing her arms
across her huge tits protectively, and started crying.  Helen just looked
at her, wondering how she turned out to be such a little slut -- but then
she remembered her high school years working as a prostitute, and decided
maybe Dara just had the "slut gene" in her DNA.  Besides, Helen thought,
what do I care?  Her husband had cheated on her and destroyed her marriage,
and the very sight of her kids just made those wounds start to bleed again,
so what did she care if Dara got big boobs?  Fuck her.  Helen stood up and
told Dara it was OK, and left the room.  Bruce sat down beside Dara,
stroking her hair and rubbing her back gently -- and he grinned when he saw
how quickly her nipples stiffened as he touched her.  She had her forearms
under her tits, cupping them and supporting their weight, and she shivered
a little and arched her back.

   Bruce gently stood up and leaned Dara back until she was lying on her
bed, on her back so her breasts weren't hanging off her chest.  Her feet
were still on the floor, with her knees bent over the edge of the bed. 
Bruce put his hands between her knees and slowly opened her legs, watching
her face, and a look of relief and happiness quickly appeared.  She had
started to have doubts about her breast augmentation, thinking maybe her
mom was right and she DID look like a freak -- but when Bruce touched her
and she could see he wanted to make love to her, everything was right
again. She held out her arms to him, and he leaned down and hugged her,
making her gasp as the hug put some pressure on her big tits.  Bruce stood
up and helped Dara lift her legs onto the bed and swivel around so her head
was on the pillows.  The girl looked up at him and made a show of spreading
her legs, drawing her knees wide apart and lifting her legs, opening her
body to him.  She cupped her huge jugs and offered them to him, and Bruce
got on the bed, on his knees between her legs, and started caressing her
boobs.  Dara's body jerked as Bruce's fingers brushed over the stiff cones
of her nipples.  The silicone injections had inflated her jugs so much that
her areolas were four inches wide now, and her nipples were as big as the
first joint on her thumb, wide and long and pulsating.  Every time Bruce
touched them, Dara got a jolt of electricity that started in her nipples
and shot through her breasts and then her whole body, and she loved the
feeling.  Bruce started to roll her nipples between his fingers, and Dara
groaned with pleasure as she closed her eyes and had an orgasm.  She could
feel her pussy creaming between her legs, and a little trickle of juice
started to run out of her slit and down over her asshole.  It tickled, and
Dara opened her legs a little, to show Bruce where she wanted to be
touched. Bruce moved one hand down and ran his fingers along her slit,
making Dara whimper.  He dampened his fingers with the juices that had
leaked out of her cunt, and he brought his fingers up to her lips, and she
moaned as she opened her mouth to lick her own vaginal secretions off his
fingers.  He put his hand on her slit again, but this time he penetrated
her with two fingers, and Dara had an orgasm that left her breathless. 
Bruce started finger-fucking her slowly, and Dara mewled softly in her
throat as she had a series of hot little orgasms.

   Suddenly the door opened and Laurel came into the room.  She had been at
school, and she had her books and backpack with her as she came to a halt
two steps into the room.  She stared at Dara and her mouth fell open in
surprise.  She had known about the operation, but she thought it would take
some time, several days, and she was stunned to see her sister back home
already -- with breasts the size of basketballs!  Bruce rolled over beside
Dara on the bed as Laurel dropped her things on the floor and came over to
touch her big sister's big new boobs.  Dara was blushing and embarrassed,
but proud, too -- Laurel had kidded her about having no tits, but now she
sure did.  She shook her chest at Laurel, grinning as her tits jiggled and
bounced like gigantic mounds of flesh-colored jello.  Laurel pinched her
nipples and Dara squealed.  Laurel impulsively took off her shirt and
dropped it on the floor.  Bruce had never seen Laurel without clothes, and
he couldn't help staring at her breasts.  They stuck straight out, the
nipples proudly erect, and there was not the slightest hint of sagging. 
Laurel had long red hair very pale milky white skin, and now Bruce saw she
had lots of freckles across the top of her breasts.  Her areolas were large
and pink and very puffy, forming little mounds at the front of her breasts.
Her nipples were thick and very long, like her sister's, but Laurel's
nipples had spectacular tits under them, and Bruce felt his cock stiffen as
he looked at her.  Laurel was rubbing her chest against Dara's massive
boobs and both girls were laughing.

   Bruce reached over and touched Laurel's left breast gently.  The girl
looked at him for a moment, then put her hand over his to hold it against
her tit.  Bruce felt a jolt shoot through him -- Jesus Christ, her breast
was like butter, unimaginably soft and warm, and her long, stiff nipple
felt like a finger, it was so big and thick.  Bruce was a light-skinned
Negro, so it didn't show much on his face when he blushed, but that's what
he did now, from the erotic thrill of touching a breast unlike any other he
had ever felt.  Negro men all want white girls, that goes without saying,
and Bruce had screwed his share of white sluts, now including Laurel's
mother, Helen -- but he had never imagined a tit could feel like this. 
Negro girls have coarse, rough skin, especially around their genitals and
breasts, and their nipples are hard and crusty almost like wood -- not
pleasant to touch at all.  Helen's jugs were past their prime, flabby and
wrinkled, with stretch marks from nursing three kids, but at least her skin
still felt pretty good.  But Laurel was something Bruce had never seen
before.  Her pale flesh seemed to glow, like her whole body was lit from
inside, and Bruce knew he had to have her.  His cock was throbbing and his
erection was almost painful in its stiffness, because he wanted Laurel so
much.  But Bruce knew he would have to be careful not to alienate Dara, or
Helen for that matter.  It had been easy to convince Helen to let him screw
Dara because Helen harbored so much hate for her children -- they
constantly reminded her of the sorry way her ex-husband treated her -- but
to let Bruce fuck BOTH of her daughters?  That was a stretch even for a
vengeful bitch like Helen.  Bruce moved his hand a little, cupping Laurel's
silky smooth breast and squeezing it, which made the girl sigh heavily --
and Bruce knew there was no going back now.  He had always had a special
thing for white women -- every nigger boy has the "fuck white women" gene
in his DNA -- but his longing for Laurel was like a fire between his legs,
burning hot and bright.  His testicles were aching, and they felt huge.  He
could picture the sperm filling his scrotum, destined for Laurel's tight,
hot pussy.

   Bruce was trying to decide what to do next when the girls made the
decision for him.  Laurel took his hand from her breast and moved it down
between her legs.  She was still wearing her jeans, but she pressed Bruce's
hand against her crotch and closed her legs, trapping his hand between her
thighs -- and at the same moment, Dara rolled over toward him and took his
other hand and moved it down between her own legs, inserting two of his
fingers in her slit.  She was soaking wet, and she moaned as she forced
Bruce's fingers between her labia.  Both girls looked at him with their
eyes shining, and then they looked at each other and lay back on the bed,
both of them enjoying Bruce's fingers between their legs.  Laurel
unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her slim legs, kicking off her
sneakers so she was naked like her sister, and the two girls lay there side
by side, with Bruce on Laurel's other side, wondering what he should do. 
The chances of Helen discovering them there in Dara's bed made his mind
buzz, but he couldn't let a chance like this get away from him.  Two young
white girls naked in bed is something every nigger boy like Bruce dreams
about, and he just could not pass it by.  But then that decision, too, was
taken out of his hands -- when Helen appeared in the doorway.

   Laurel had left the door open when she came in, and Helen was bringing
clean linens to one of the guest rooms when she glanced through the open
door.  She dropped the linens in the hall and stepped into the room,
staring at her daughters lying there with Bruce.  She moved up to the edge
of Dara's bed, her leg touching the mattress, and there was total silence
as Helen looked down at her daughters and Bruce -- and then she smiled. 
Everybody started breathing again, and Helen took a step back.  She told
her girls they were old enough to do what they wanted, and she told them
they could pick much worse men than Bruce to do it with.  Bruce grinned at
her as Helen turned and went out the door, closing it behind her.  He
looked at Laurel, and saw she was looking at her sister's huge breasts. 
Laurel asked Bruce, "Did you really pay for Dara's boob job?" Bruce nodded,
and Laurel leaned over and rubbed her face against Dara's left breast. 
Then Laurel looked at Bruce and asked in a small, quiet voice, "Do you
think I would look better with big tits?" Bruce felt his cock start to
throb as soon as the words were out of the girl's mouth.  Oh.  My.  GOD!!
All he could think of was TWO white girls with huge tits, begging for his
cock -- and hey, maybe their mother could watch while he took turns
screwing them?  Why not?  Helen was perverted enough to enjoy that sort of
thing.  Bruce tried to keep his voice steady as he told Laurel he thought
she would look spectacular with big boobs like her sister.  Laurel smiled
happily as she nuzzled her face against Dara's jugs.

   CHAPTER 10: Laurel's Turn

   Bruce didn't know the main reason Helen had let him fuck Dara -- to
divert his attention away from the women guests at the inn, especially the
18-year-old redhead he had screwed at the Transformative Power of Sacred
Places Retreat.  Helen couldn't forget the intense humiliation she felt
while she watched him cum inside that girl, and she was determined to keep
his attention focused elsewhere -- and her two young daughters were perfect
for that purpose.  So when he told her about Laurel's desire for big
breasts like her sister, Helen told him to go ahead.  Bruce took Laurel to
the doctor the next day, and brought her home in late afternoon with even
bigger tits than Dara had.  The doctor had told Bruce he wanted to screw
Laurel, but Bruce wanted to deflower her himself, so he told Laurel to get
down on her knees and give the doctor a blowjob.  The girl performed like a
champ, only gagging once on the cock, and she swallowed his cum like Bruce
told her to.  Back home at the inn, she was so proud of her new breasts,
she ran upstairs to show Dara, while Bruce went to let Helen know they were
back.

   Bruce wanted to deflower Laurel as fast as he could.  His cock had been
hard ever since she first mentioned getting big tits, and seeing her
running up the stairs at the inn made his cock stiffen a little more.  He
found Helen in their room and told her Laurel was fine, and her breasts
were even bigger than Dara's now.  Helen gave him an odd look and told him
she had just scheduled a "Meditations on the Buddha and the Christ Retreat
Program," which was described on the Glowing Morn website like this:

   The Buddha and The Christ are two of humanity's Great World Teachers. 
Through meditation and discussion, we will explore the quality of their
compassion, purity, and love as it lives in our own hearts today.

   Helen told Bruce she wanted to get as many couples as possible signed up
for the retreat, and she wanted to use all her kids in the presentation. 
She envisioned Dara, her older daughter, representing the old, stodgy,
locked-in ideas of so many of the adults in the world, while Laurel, her
younger daughter, would by a symbol for the freer and more progressive
attitudes of the youth of the world.  Helen wanted Bruce and her son Dillon
to serve as vicars for Buddha and Christ, and the teachings of these two
great men would be passed down to the people (represented by Dara and
Laurel) through acts of sexual intercourse.  To illustrate the resistance
of many people to the great truths taught by the masters, Helen wanted to
present some living tableaux, with the people's resistance symbolized by
her daughters' rejecting the sexual overtures of Bruce and Dillon, only to
be overcome by physical force from Bruce and Dillon, which would represent
the mental force carried in the message of Buddha and Christ.  Helen would
act as presenter, guiding the retreat and explaining the goals and actions
taking place.

   Bruce told Helen he loved the whole concept, but what he really loved
was the idea of forcing Dara and Laurel into sexual acts while an audience
watched.  He recommended to Helen that she make that portion of the
presentation a major part of the whole package, and Helen agreed -- partly
because she caught a certain look on Bruce's face, just for a moment, that
told her exactly what he was thinking, and it made her feel warm inside
because it kept Bruce's attention on her and her family and not on some of
the other women staying at the inn.  She didn't care how Dara or Laurel or
Dillon felt about it -- they were her kids, and as long as they lived under
her roof they would do what she told them.  Her mind was perfused with
thoughts of her ex-husband Peter, the kids' father, and how he humiliated
her by fucking his 18-year-old secretary in the bed where he slept every
night with Helen.  She had come home early from a shopping trip and opened
the bedroom door to find Vicki, the secretary, naked and straddling Peter,
who sat on the edge of the bed and was also naked.  When he saw Helen, he
moved Vicki's shoulder around so her breasts were visible to Helen, and he
grinned and said, "How could I resist these tits, babe?  And she's SO tight
-- not like your tired old cunt at all." Helen turned on her heel and
walked out of the house and out of her old life, but every time she looked
at her kids she saw their father.  She wanted to hurt him so bad, but she
couldn't, so she hurt his kids every time and every way she could.  She was
suddenly on fire inside as she thought of Bruce using his big cock on
Laurel, making her squeal in pain as he reamed her virgin pussy, and she
told him she would go ahead with the arrangements for the retreat.

   CHAPTER 11: The Buddha and The Christ

   Helen used her computer to prepare and print a description of the
retreat, with pictures of Dara and Laurel wearing tiny bikinis that
revealed almost every inch of their huge breasts.  She mailed these to
everyone who inquired by mail about the inn, and she e-mailed the circular
to those who wrote to her.  The response was immediate and overwhelming,
and the inn was fully booked for the weekend when she scheduled the
retreat. It was scheduled for a Saturday night, and Helen got RSVPs from
all the guests who were booked for that weekend, saying they would attend.

   The retreat was held in the Living Room, with its beautiful inlaid oak
floors, stained glass windows, marble mantle, antique sconces, ceramic wall
and ceiling molding that made it a truly elegant room.  It was 20 feet by
37 feet, and could comfortably seat the 16 guests who would be attending.
The furniture could be removed to create a large open area for activities
that might require more space, but Helen had just rearranged the sofa and
chairs to create an in-the-round area for the guests, with some bare floor
space in the center for the activities.  A computer with internet
connection was available, and Helen got the idea of posting photographs
from the retreat on the Glowing Morn website WHILE the retreat was going
on. This had never been done before, and Helen thought it might create a
lot on interest in future retreats.

   Late on Saturday afternoon, Helen went to Dara and Laurel's room and
helped them put on their special costumes, then took them down to the
kitchen to wait to make their entrance when the retreat started.  Bruce and
Dillon were already in there putting on their costumes, and at 8 PM sharp,
Helen stepped into the Loving Room to greet the guests.  It was a full
house, with every seat occupied.  Helen began with a historical
perspective, comparing the times of Buddha and Christ in the world and
establishing a timeline.  Buddha predated Christ by about 500 years, so
Helen chose Bruce to represent Buddha and his teachings.  Bruce came into
the room with Dara at his side, both of them wearing flowing white robes
that folded over their arms.  Dara's breasts were so big, even the extra
material of the robe couldn't hide the huge globes as they bounced and
jiggled under her thin fabric.  They came to the center of the room, where
all the guests had a good view, and Helen explained in her narration some
of the fundamentals of the teachings of Buddha:

   * The Four Noble Truths: that suffering is an inherent part of
existence; that the origin of suffering is ignorance and the main symptoms
of that ignorance are attachment and craving; that attachment and craving
can be ceased; and that following the Noble Eightfold Path will lead to the
cessation of attachment and craving and therefore suffering.

   * The Noble Eightfold Path: right understanding, right thought, right
speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness,
and right concentration.

   * Dependent origination: that any phenomenon exists only because of the
existence of other phenomena in a complex web of cause and effect covering
time past, present and future.

   * Rejection of the infallibility of accepted scripture: Teachings should
not be accepted unless they are borne out by our experience and are praised
by the wise.

   * Anicca: That all things are impermanent.

   * Anatta: That the perception of a constant "self" is an illusion.

   * Dukkha: That all beings suffer from all situations due to unclear
mind.

   Helen explained that some of these ideas would now be illustrated by
Bruce, in his role as Buddha, with Dara representing Mankind.  Helen
motioned for them to undress, and Bruce and Dara shrugged out of their
robes, revealing that they were almost naked underneath.  Bruce wore only a
leather thong around his hips that elevated his penis and testicles so they
stuck out from his groin.  Dara wore only a bright blue scarf tied around
her waist, so that her huge breasts and the two holes between her legs were
totally exposed and available.  She also wore black pumps with five-inch
heels that made her work hard to keep her balance, just as Mankind strives
to maintain balance.  Helen explained that the actions of the presentation
were meant to represent the greatest teachings of Buddha, translated into
sexual form for better understanding and more visceral impact.  She
explained that Dara's breasts represented the two sides of Mankind's
nature, the sacred and the profane.  Bruce stood behind Dara and reached
around and cupped her tits, kneading the flesh first on the left and then
on the right, and Helen explained that this illustrated how Buddha's
teachings are addressed to both sides of Mankind's nature.  Bruce turned
Dara around and put his arms around her and opened his mouth to kiss her,
and Dara opened her lips to receive his tongue as he lowered his mouth to
hers.  He held her tight, rubbing her back and the curve of her ass as
Helen explained that this illustrated the love Buddha feels for Mankind. 
Bruce broke the kiss and pushed Dara to her knees in front of him, and she
took his erection in her mouth.  Helen explained that her action
illustrated Mankind's love of Buddha and its worship of him, and Dara could
be heard saying "I worship You," her voice muffled by the cock in her
mouth. She kept saying it again and again as she worshipped the cock with
her mouth.  The guests could see her nipples sticking straight out almost
an inch, and Helen explained that this illustrated Mankind's fervent
arousal by the act of worship.  There was a little trickle of clear fluid
running out of Dara's slit and down her thighs, and Helen pointed this out,
explaining that it indicated the readiness of Mankind to receive Buddha's
goodness and blessing.

   Bruce's cock was hugely erect now, and Dara was sucking so hard she made
slurping sounds when the head slipped out of her mouth.  Her cheeks were
caved in as she sucked, trying to draw pre-cum out of the cock into her
mouth.  But there was no climax in Helen's presentation at this point, so
Bruce gently pulled his cock out of Dara's mouth.  She stayed on her knees
and took his erection between her big breasts, using her hands and forearms
to rub her tit meat against the cock, licking at the head as she rocked
back and forth.  Helen made a signal, and Laurel came into the room.  She
was wearing a white robe, and she came over to the center of the room and
stood beside Bruce.  He stripped her, removing her robe and letting it fall
to the floor, revealing Laurel's gigantic breasts, and the guests gasped as
Laurel stood up straight and stuck her tits out lewdly.  Bruce turned his
upper body so he could kiss Laurel, taking her upper body in his arms while
her sister kept rubbing her breasts on his cock.

   Helen explained that Laurel represented youth and the new ideas that
spring from an unfettered mind; and Dara was symbolic of older, more rigid
thinking.  Helen nodded to Dara, who rubbed her breasts more vigorously
against Bruce's cock, mashing the tit meat into his groin and moving her
upper body urgently, trying to regain his attention as he concentrated on
kissing Laurel and caressing her back.  He ran his hands down over the
curve of her tight little ass, and Dara made little sounds of frustration
in her throat as she worked her body in against Bruce's penis and
testicles. She again took his erection in her mouth and started to suck
very hard as she put her hands on his scrotum and massaged his balls. 
Bruce broke his kiss with Laurel and looked down at Dara as she worked on
his cock, assessing how hard she was working to pleasure him.  Laurel
looked down at her sister and smiled a little, in a superior way, knowing
her younger body and red hair made her more attractive to Bruce.  Helen
explained to the audience that these actions represented the conflicts that
occur when the many groups of people on earth try to love one deity in
their own ways, and feel that their way is the only RIGHT way to love.  Now
Bruce, as the vicar for Buddha, would demonstrate that Buddha loves all
equally, and accepts love from all.

   Dara and Laurel stood up and stepped over to a sturdy coffee table in
the middle of the room, about sixteen inches high, and got up on it, both
of them on their hands and knees.  Bruce stood behind then and started
making love to both of them at the same time.  He positioned the head of
his cock against Laurel's virgin slit as Helen told the audience that
Laurel was about to lose her virginity.  The guests applauded, and Laurel's
face reddened with embarrassment as she opened her legs a little wider,
feeling Bruce's cock touching her cunt.  At the same moment he forced his
cock into Laurel's vagina and broke her hymen, he inserted three fingers in
Dara's pussy, making her moan softly.  Laurel's face showed the pain she
was feeling from being deflowered, but Dara had a dreamy smile on her face
as she enjoyed Bruce's fingers inside her.  Now he had four fingers in her
twat and he started to move them in and out, fucking her with his hand
while he fucked her sister with his cock.  Laurel was crying, but then
Bruce started to thrust into her, and she opened her mouth in an O of
surprise and pleasure.  Just moments after losing her virginity, Laurel was
enjoying the fullness that a girl only feels when she's lucky enough to
have a large cock filling her pussy.  Helen explained that the faces of her
daughters reflected the gamut of emotions that the love of Buddha evoked in
Mankind -- there might be pain if there is difficulty understanding the
will of Buddha, but there can also be sublime serenity and happiness if
Mankind accepts the rich gifts that Buddha and His teachings offer.  To
illustrate that Buddha's love for Mankind was all-encompassing, Bruce
withdrew his cock from Laurel's pussy, making her wince in pain as a
trickle of blood ran out of her slit and down her thighs.  Bruce moved over
and stuck his cock in Dara's wet pussy, at the same time inserting four
fingers in Laurel's creamy cunt and starting to move in and out, so once
again he was fucking both girls at the same time.  The thrusts of Bruce's
movements made both pairs of breasts jiggle and bounce as Dara's and
Laurel's bodies jerked back and forth -- those two little sluts were in
heaven.

   Now Dillon came into the room, completely naked, with his cock half hard
already.  He was a slim boy, very nice looking, but his cock was out of
proportion with the rest of him.  He was just 14, and he stood five feet
ten, almost as tall as Bruce -- but his erect cock was fully as big as
Bruce's, 12 inches long and two inches wide.  Dillon was very popular among
the girls at his school -- and some of the boys, too -- but he was still so
young that he wasn't fully aware of the power of his erection.  His
testicles were a bit smaller than Bruce's, but they hung down lower in
Dillon's scrotum, so they appeared bigger.  Dillon was to represent Christ
and his teachings, and he came and stood where Dara and Laurel could see
him.  Both girls raised their heads so they could look up at Dillon's face,
then lowered their gaze to his groin.  His cock was half hard, and as he
stood there with his arms at his sides, his erection started to grow.  His
cock was throbbing as blood flowed into it and stiffened it like steel. 
The guests were whispering and pointing, and Helen took the opportunity to
explain to them that they were displaying much the same feelings of awe and
reverence that greeted Christ when he began his teachings.  In this
context, Dillon's penis represented the power of Christ's great lessons,
and looking upon the hard cock generated the same feelings of respect and
worship in his followers, represented by the guests and by Dara and Laurel.

   To illustrate the conflicting attractions the people felt to both Buddha
and Christ, Dillon stepped closer to his sisters, and they both reached out
for his erection.  Even as they continued to receive the love of Buddha in
their pussies, Dara and Laurel began kissing Christ's throbbing cock,
worshipping it with their mouths, sharing the long shaft between them even
as their bodies jerked back and forth from the thrusts of Buddha's cock and
fingers in their twats.  Then Dillon/Christ stepped back, and the two girls
followed him, wanting his cock -- and as they moved forward,
Bruce's/Buddha's cock slipped out of Laurel's pussy, and his fingers
slipped out of Dara's twat.  Symbolically the guests saw Mankind forsaking
its earlier belief in Buddha in favor of the teachings of Christ.  Bruce
stayed where he was, his erection glistening with Laurel's vaginal
secretions smeared all over it, and his hands were wet with pussy slime
from Dara and Laurel.  He symbolized Buddha being forsaken by Mankind, and
his erection slowly began to subside as the girls stood next to their
brother and cuddled their bare bodies against his groin, symbolizing the
attraction Mankind felt for the teachings of Christ six hundred years after
Buddha's time.

   But Helen explained to the guests that Buddha's teachings enjoyed new
attention when Mankind wanted alternatives to the lessons of Christ, and
Bruce symbolized this by approaching the girls from the rear.  He stood
behind Laurel and held her ass cheeks apart as he positioned his erection
between her buttocks, and then he thrust into her, and Laurel grunted
loudly as the head of the cock stretched her anal ring.  She was a virgin
in her ass, but Bruce deflowered her with two more hard thrusts that forced
the head of his cock past her sphincter into her colon.  Laurel opened her
mouth in an O of surprise, grimacing from the sharp pain in her ass.  Her
own vaginal juices on the cock lubricated her anus as Bruce penetrated her
completely, bringing tears of pain to her face.  He started to fuck her
ass, moving his groin as he held her hips in place, and Helen announced to
the guests that Laurel had now been deflowered twice in one session.  The
guest applauded loudly, and Laurel tried to smile, but the cock in her ass
still hurt a lot.  After only a few minutes, Bruce started to pull his
erection out of Laurel's ass, and the girl yelped as the head of the cock
forced her anal ring open again.  Bruce's cock had a little blood on it as
he moved over behind Dara and proceeded to stick his cock in her rectum. 
As he started to thrust into her ass, Helen explained to the guests that
some of Mankind accepted Buddha's teachings even after the birth of Christ,
but with a different effect since Christ's own lessons had begun to spread
through the world, and this was symbolized by Bruce making love to the
girls in their assholes.

   But as time went by, Helen explained, the teachings of Christ started to
supplant those of Buddha.  This was illustrated by Dillon's putting his
arms around Dara and she reached down between her legs to guide his
erection to her pussy, symbolically accepting Christ as her Savior.  Bruce
was still fucking her in the ass, and now her brother penetrated her
vagina, making her shudder with raw sexual pleasure as his large penis
stretched her cunt.  Dillon started to fuck her, and her body jerked back
and forth as the two cocks impaled her.  Laurel pressed her own body in
against her sister, rubbing herself against Dara and Dillon and running her
hand along Bruce's arm as he held Dara's buttocks in place.  After a short
time, Bruce and Dillon both pulled their cocks out of Dara and switched to
Laurel, with Dillon putting his cock in her snatch while Bruce worked his
big dick into her ass, lubricated by Dara's shit on his cock.  Dara dropped
to her knees and worked her head in between Laurel's legs so she could lick
both Bruce's and Dillon's testicles.  This action illustrated the wider
acceptance of Christ's teachings (with Dillon/Christ fucking the girls'
vaginas) and the waning of interest in the teachings of Buddha (with
Bruce/Buddha having to settle for the girls' less desirable rectums).

   CHAPTER 12: The Girls Learn Suffering

   After the girls had been fucked for a few minutes, Helen told the guests
they would now see an illustration of the most basic precept of Buddhism,
known as the Four Noble Truths: that suffering is an inherent part of
existence; that the origin of suffering is ignorance and the main symptoms
of that ignorance are attachment and craving; that attachment and craving
can be ceased; and that following the Noble Eightfold Path will lead to the
cessation of attachment and craving and therefore suffering.  Bruce and
Dillon took their cocks out of Dara and Laurel, and the girls came back
over to the coffee table and stood on top of it in their high heels.  Helen
explained that the first of the Four Noble Truths, suffering, would now be
illustrated.  Bruce picked up two large plastic dildos from under the table
and set them on the tabletop, between the girls' legs.  The dildos were
shaped like erect Negro cocks, and they were huge -- 18 inches long and 3
inches wide.  They had suction cups on the bottom, so they stayed in place
on the table.  Dara and Laurel started to squat, positioning their bodies
so the tips of the dildos were touching their assholes.  Bruce came around
and stood in front of the coffee table, and put one hand on Dara's shoulder
and his other hand on Laurel's shoulder.  The girls took a moment to work
the heads of the dildos into their asses a little, then they looked up at
Bruce -- and he started to push their shoulders down.  The girls' knees
bent slowly as they lowered their hips and took the dildos inside their
bodies.  Helen explained that the dildos were unlubricated, and they hurt a
lot as they went into the girls' rectums, providing the suffering that
Buddha referred to as "an inherent part of existence."

   Now it was time to illustrate the second of Buddha's Four Noble Truths:
that the origin of suffering is ignorance and the main symptoms of that
ignorance are attachment and craving.  Bruce leaned forward so his face was
just inches from the girls' faces, and he told them, "You are just ignorant
little sluts, aren't you?" Dara and Laurel nodded, their faces grimacing
from the pain between their legs.  Bruce shoved them down a little more,
and the girls gasped as the dildos were forced deeper into their bowels. 
To add to their suffering, Bruce leaned down and picked up two sets of
nipple clamps from under the table.  Both sets of clamps had alligator
clips with sharp metal teeth that would bite harshly into the soft flesh of
a girl's nipple.  Each pair of clamps had a short chain between the two
clamps, and Bruce began with Dara, attaching a clamp to the nipple of her
huge left breast.  Dara tossed her head and groaned, and then Bruce
attached the other clamp to her right nipple and she yelped sharply as pain
shot through her body.  Bruce grinned at her and shoved her further down
onto the dildo, making her squat a little lower.  He attached the other set
of clamps to Laurel's stiff nipples, bringing tears of pain to her eyes,
then forced her down further onto the dildo between her legs.  The dildos
were about halfway inside the girls now, eight inches of hard plastic
filling their colons and making them feel bloated, but Bruce was just
getting started.

   He put his hands on the girls' shoulders and gave them a hard shove,
making them grunt with pain as he forced them down even lower onto the
dildos.  The strain of squatting in their high heels was making both girls
sweat heavily, and they worked their feet a little wider apart as they kept
squatting lower and lower.  The dildos felt like baseball bats being forced
into their assholes, and their breasts were burning with pain from the
nipple clamps.  Now Bruce added more pain, by attaching wood clothespins to
the girls' erect nipples.  He had positioned the nipple clamps so they bit
into the base of each nipple, leaving the tips exposed, and now he attached
the clothespins to each nipple above the alligator clip, adding a whole new
world of pain to what the girls were already suffering.  Dara and Laurel
were crying from the pain in their breasts and assholes, perfect
illustrations of the suffering Buddha said was caused by "attachment and
craving." The girls were sobbing from the pain, but each of them was also
feeling the raw sexual thrill of having her body hurt for the pleasure of
the men and the guests watching them.  The girls felt an attachment to the
pain because it got them attention and made them feel important, and they
had to pay for these cravings by suffering the pain inflicted on them. 
Bruce took the two chains in his hands and pulled on them, making all four
clamps bite into the girls' nipples cruelly.  Dara closed her eyes as her
face reddened with embarrassment and humiliation, and Laurel lowered her
head and grunted as the metal teeth of the alligator clips distended the
soft flesh of her nipples.  Bruce kept the pressure steady on the chains,
so the pain didn't get worse or better -- it just hurt like hell.  Then
Bruce gave a little jerk downward with his hands, and the metal teeth in
the alligator clips ripped into the soft flesh of the girls' nipples -- and
the sensitive skin tore a little.  The pain was like nothing the girls had
ever felt, and it made them die a little inside.  A girl is always
protective of her breasts, and having them damaged like this was more than
Dara and Laurel could stand.  They both closed their eyes and whimpered in
fear, not wanting to ruin their mother's presentation -- they knew how
important this was to her -- but panic was taking hold of them.

   Helen had arranged this part with Bruce before the presentation, knowing
it would scare the girls if she told them what Bruce was going to do to
them, but wanting to show very graphically the suffering that was so deeply
embedded in the teachings of Buddha.  Helen didn't really give a damn how
her daughters felt about it -- as long as they didn't ruin the
presentation. Helen had worked long and hard to establish the Glowing Morn
Bed and Breakfast Retreat Center and to build its reputation as a
first-class place to stay and experience the retreats that formed so much a
part of her own personal philosophy.  She did not intend for all her work
to be destroyed by two slutty little cunts with fake silicone boobs. 
That's how she thought of her daughters now, since both of them had been
stupid enough to want big tits.  Every time she looked at the girls, or at
Dillon, she couldn't help but think of their father and how badly he
treated her before she divorced him.  So she didn't care a bit what
happened to any of the kids, and she was about to prove it.  She gave a
small signal to Dillon, and he stepped up behind his sisters and slipped
handcuffs on them, locking their wrists to their ankles before they
realized what was happening.  The girls looked around wildly, wiggling
their arms as they tried to get loose, but now their bodies were totally
unprotected -- they had no way to shield themselves from whatever anybody
wanted to do to them.

   A little blood was dripping off the girls' tortured nipples as they
squatted on the low table, the dildos sticking out of their splayed
assholes.  Bruce picked up a small knife from under the table and showed it
to the girls, and their eyes widened.  Helen explained to the guests that
this part of the presentation would illustrate how much suffering was
necessary to fully understand the teachings of Buddha.  She nodded to
Bruce, and he ran the point of the knife down over the top of Dara's left
breast, then repeated the action on her right breast.  The knife left a
tiny red line on her skin, and she stared at Bruce with tears in her eyes.
Bruce grinned at her as he moved over in front of Laurel.  He ran the knife
along the tops of her breasts, moving across her chest horizontally, and
this time he used slightly more pressure -- and a thin line of blood
appeared on Laurel's huge boobs.  She began to wail, an awful noise that
was the only sound in the room.  Bruce went back to Dara and cut the
undersides of her jugs, and blood started to trickle down over her boobs
onto her stomach.  Bruce cut Laurel's breasts the same way, and now both
girls were bleeding a little.

   Bruce put down the knife and put his hands on Dara's shoulders -- and
leaned in and forced her body down onto the dildo, so another four inches
of it penetrated her ass.  Dara groaned in pain as the thick plastic filled
her bowels.  Bruce moved over to Laurel and gave her a hard push, and she
yelped as the dildo moved deeper into her tight little ass.  The girls were
squatting with their knees bent almost double, but their high heels made it
impossible for them to squat down low enough to take the full length of the
dildos in their asses.  Bruce told the girls to stand up, and they tried,
but the strain of squatting so long made their legs and knees and ankles
burn like fire when they tried to lift their bodies off the dildos.  Bruce
helped Dara first, holding her under her arms and lifting her so the dildo
started to slide out of her anus.  She grimaced in pain as her insides were
finally released from holding the bulk of the dildo.  Her wrists were still
cuffed to her ankles, so she couldn't stand up straight, and she ended up
standing on the coffee table with her legs straight, bending over with her
hands on her ankles.  Bruce lifted her and set her on the floor and told
her to stay there while he helped Laurel down off the table.  The two
dildos were still attached to the coffee table by their suction cups, and
they were both covered with brown streaks of shit and red streaks of blood
from the girls' bowels.

   Bruce positioned the girls so their assholes were above the tips of the
dildos, then told them to sit on the dildos.  The girls were still bent
over with their wrists cuffed to their ankles and their breasts dripping
blood on the floor, and they couldn't see what they were doing, so Bruce
got behind them and made sure the heads of the dildos were inside their
rectums, then told them to sit down slowly, so the dildos would penetrate
them deeply.  The girls were crying, but they wanted to do a good job for
their mom, so they did what Bruce told them, and it was an unbelievable
sight, watching those long dildos disappear inch by inch inside the two
side-by-side assholes.  The girls were staring in front of them vacantly,
their mouths hanging open as they concentrated on relaxing their anal
sphincters as they lowered their bodies onto the big dildos, but the dildos
still hurt a lot as they went in.  The only lubrication was their own shit
and blood on the dildos, and the rough plastic scraped painfully along the
girls' rectums and the inner walls of their colons.  The dildos were so
long, they filled the girls' rectums and entered their sigmoid colons, but
the internal bend in the colon prevented the dildos from penetrating
further up into the girls' bodies into their descending colons -- instead,
the head of the dildo pressed against the upper wall of the sigmoid colon,
causing pain that felt like the worst cramp in the world.  But there were
still several inches of dildo not inside their bodies, and Bruce told them
to squat lower, to take the whole dildo inside them.  The girls' faces were
red and sweaty with the strain of trying to impale themselves on the huge
plastic cocks, and Helen reminded the fascinated guests that this was an
excellent illustration of the suffering that comes from craving.  The girls
craved attention and wanted to flaunt their huge breasts proudly, and now
they were paying the price for their craving, just as Buddha taught.

   Bruce came around in front of the girls and stood so his hard cock was
right in Dara's face, rubbing against her cheek as he leaned in and put his
hands on her hips, then shoved her body down hard on the dildo.  Dara gave
a loud cry as a sharp pain shot through her midsection.  The dildo had
almost penetrated the wall of her intestine, a condition called perforated
bowel that occurs when the bowel opens to allow its contents to empty into
the rest of the abdominal cavity.  The result is frequently sepsis or blood
infection, which if not treated can cause almost immediate death.  Symptoms
of a perforated bowel include high fever and nausea.  Those afflicted will
also experience extreme abdominal pain which worsens when one moves. 
Intense vomiting may occur and result in dehydration.  Dara knew something
serious had happened to her, and panic froze on her face as she looked at
Bruce with her eyes wide.  Bruce just grinned at her and moved over and
shoved Laurel down onto her dildo, drawing a cry from her that was louder
than Dara's scream.  Both girls' colons had been lacerated by the heads of
the dildos being forced against them so hard, and now only a few inches of
the dildos were visible.  But the whole idea was to show the worst
suffering, the worst pain, and how the pain could be eased by adherence to
the teachings of Buddha -- so Bruce put his hands on the girls' shoulders
and forced them lower still, and the guests were gasping as the girls'
round little asses finally made contact with the top of the coffee table.
The dildos had penetrated all the way inside their bodies!  The girls had
looks of pain and panic on their faces -- each girl felt like a knife had
been shoved up her ass, and the pain was indescribable.  Bruce pulled the
girls up just a little, telling them to wiggle their asses a little, and
the suction cups came loose from the tabletop, so the dildos remained
deeply impaled in the girls' assholes.  The girls still had their wrists
cuffed to their ankles, so as they straightened their knees and lifted
their buttocks off the table, they were forced to bend double at the waist,
keeping their hands on their ankles.  Blood was seeping out of their
tortured asses, running down over the bottoms of the dildos and dripping
onto the table.

   CHAPTER 13: A New Level of Suffering for the Girls

   Bruce unlocked the cuffs on the girls' ankles and wrists, so they could
stand up straight.  Both girls groaned as the huge dildos shifted inside
them as they straightened up.  Their big silicone breasts were still
seeping blood from the cuts Bruce had made, and the girls looked a little
dazed from all that had happened so far.  But there was more to come: Helen
wanted the next part of the presentation to illustrate how both Buddha and
Christ offered solace to Mankind from physical pain, and this would be
shown by having Buddha (Bruce) and Christ (Dillon) make love to Dara and
Laurel, using the girls' vaginas while the dildos remained in their
assholes and their breasts continued to ooze blood from their cuts.  The
overwhelming happiness and satisfaction the girls would experience from the
two cocks inside them would symbolize the greater satisfaction and peace
Mankind found, and continues to find, in the teachings of Buddha and
Christ,

   The girls were standing in front of the coffee table in their high
heels, their breathing still ragged as they grimaced from the pain of the
dildos in their bowels.  The cuts on their breasts looked ghastly, but they
weren't very deep, and they looked worse than they felt.  Bruce and Dillon
came and stood in front of the girls, with Bruce taking Dara and Dillon
taking Laurel.  Dillon grinned at his sister as he stepped closer to her,
and she opened her legs for him, both of them wondering what it would be
like to make love together.  Laurel had a tiny smile on her face as she
squatted a little, so Dillon's erection was lined up with her slit.  He put
his arms around her waist and thrust his groin forward, and the head of his
cock slipped into her wet pussy.  She gasped quietly as he penetrated her,
then closed her eyes and held her breath as he drove the full length of his
big dick into her warm cunt.  God, he was so big!  Laurel was in heaven as
her brother started to fuck her slowly.  Bruce was ready to penetrate Dara,
and she spread her knees apart, opening her body to her mother's boyfriend.
Bruce positioned his cock against her slit and pushed into her, making her
shudder and giving her an orgasm.  He thrust the full length of his cock
into the girl, and her mouth formed a big O as she moaned a little.  She
turned her head to look at her sister, and Laurel looked back at her, both
of their heads jerking back and forth as the men thrust into them again and
again.  Blood was dripping off the dildos in the girls' asses as they
enjoyed the cocks in their vaginas, and it was a perfect illustration of
the power of Buddha's and Christ's teachings to assuage physical pain for
Mankind.

   Helen wanted the girls to suffer even more pain while they were being
fucked, and she had spoken to Bruce and Dillon before the presentation. 
Now Bruce lifted the chain that ran between Dara's nipple clamps and put it
in her mouth, draping it over her lower teeth as she opened her mouth to
receive it.  Dillon did the same with Laurel, and then Dillon and Bruce
both jerked their heads upward, signaling to the girls what they were to
do. Dara tilted her head back a little -- and moaned as the chain became
taut and her nipples twisted painfully.  Laurel repeated the action,
grunting in pain before she raised her head very far.  Bruce and Dillon put
their fingers under the girls' chins and slowly forced their heads back,
distending their nipples as the alligator clips bit into the soft cones of
flesh.  The clothespins on each nipple were sticking straight out, forced
up by the pull of the clamps, and it felt like wasps were stinging the
girls' breasts in their most sensitive spot.  The girls had their eyes
closed as they lifted their heads, with Bruce and Dillon rubbing their
throats gently.  The girls were doing all the work now, and the guests
could hardly believe what they were seeing.  Both girls were thrusting
their hips against their fuckers while they raised their chins and
stretched their own areolas, and they were both loving it.

   To add to the girls' suffering, Helen had told Bruce and Dillon what to
do next, and now they did it.  Bruce put his hands on Dara's huge tits and
caressed them for a moment, pulled the chain out of her mouth.  Dara stared
at him wide-eyed, not knowing what was coming next, and Bruce removed the
clothespins from her nipples.  Dara groaned with relief as the sharp pain
went away -- but then she stared at Bruce as he took her nipples between
his thumbs and middle fingers.  He deliberately caught the erect cones of
her nipples between the nails of his thumbs and middle fingers and started
to pinch them.  The pain was like nothing Dara had ever felt before, like
her breasts were being cut with knives, and she let out a scream that
startled everyone in the room.  Bruce maintained the pressure with his
thumbnails and fingernails, tightening his grip just a little bit, and Dara
screamed again.  While this was going on, Dillon was removing the chain
from Laurel's mouth and the clothespins from her nipples, and just as Dara
screamed the second time, Dillon pinched Laurels thick nipples the same
way, using his thumbnails and fingernails, and Laurel's face twisted into a
grimace of pain, but she didn't scream -- yet.  Dillon brushed the tips of
his index fingers across her nipples, very lightly, but Laurel felt like
sandpaper was being used on her breasts, and her scream was fully as loud
and long as Dara's had been.  The girls had stopped moving their hips as
the pain shot through their nipples, but Bruce and Dillon kept thrusting
into them, and the action of screaming caused the muscles in the girls'
vaginas to tighten reflexively, like fingers gripping the two big cocks,
and both Bruce and Dillon felt their cocks stiffen like steel.  It was like
the two girls were masturbating them with their pussies, and the feeling
was electric.  Bruce dug his fingernails deep into Dara's erect nipples,
and was rewarded with a scream that made her cunt tighten like elastic
around his throbbing cock.  Dillon was grinding his fingernails into
Laurel's breasts just at the base of her nipples, and he felt her twat
gripping his cock like she was trying to milk the sperm out of his penis.

   CHAPTER 14: Dara and Laurel Get Pregnant

   Bruce and Dillon were very close to climaxing, and Helen had anticipated
this moment.  Before the presentation, she told Bruce she wanted to it to
end with both Buddha and Christ symbolically completing the act of love
with Mankind, which in literal terms would be Bruce and Dillon cumming
inside Dara and Laurel after the girls had been screwed for a while.  But
Helen wanted Bruce and Dillon to fuck her daughters without using condoms
because they would detract from the reality of the presentation, and now
she told Bruce what she was really planning: she had been counting the days
since her daughters' last menstrual cycles, and she knew they would be
ovulating on the day of the event.  Helen said she wanted to get Dara and
Laurel pregnant at the same time, and then she wanted to get pregnant
herself, if she could -- she was almost 50 and she knew menopause was soon
going to destroy her ability to have children, but she wanted to get
pregnant one more time, at the same time as her daughters, because three
pregnant women would make possible a stunning presentation of the
Synchronicity and Symbols Retreat Program, one of Helen's personal
favorites.  The Glowing Morn website described it like this: "Everything in
the Universe can be viewed as a symbol of archetypal energy.  Wisdom and
meaning are imprinted everywhere.  Join us as we learn to read and
interpret the synchronistic events and symbols in life all around us.  This
workshop also introduces the tarot and I Ching as rich systems of symbolic
wisdom."

   Helen had done several tarot spreads in recent weeks and found the
Empress card coming up again and again, and the first thing that came to
her mind was pregnancy and fertility.  The beautiful image of a woman who
is pregnant and happy has so much more meaning and symbology than just the
physical aspects; the Empress card also heralds new beginnings, healing,
new love, love for the long term and, yes, new birth.  This card can also
mean Goddess Qualities manifesting in one's life and being.  In some of the
spreads, the Empress card came up reversed, which usually just means a
delay in things hoped for or predicted.  Some believe it can mean a
difficult pregnancy, or one that is prolonged and delayed, and Helen
thought that might apply to her because she was so old now, but she knew
Dara and Laurel would have no problems with childbirth.  And while Helen
was terrified to think she was old enough to be a grandmother, she did love
the idea of babies to bounce on her lap.  Every time she looked at her
aging body, with her shrunken, saggy breasts and her ugly, wrinkled inner
labia hanging out of her slit, she longed to feel young again, and maybe
having a baby with her daughters would do the trick.  In any case, she knew
she could fashion a retreat presentation around the three of them that
would be a knockout.

   But for right now, Dara and Laurel needed to get pregnant, and Helen had
told Bruce and Dillon what to do.  Now both of them speeded up their
thrusting into the girls, who were moaning and having little orgasms as
they got fucked good.  Each time she had an orgasm, Dara clenched her
buttocks, which gave her a jolt of pain from the dildo deep in her bowels,
and the pain made her tighten the muscles in her vagina, making Bruce's
cock harden as it was gripped tight.  Laurel's cunt muscles tightened
around her brother's erection the same way, and Dillon had never felt as
hot as he did right now.  He felt himself starting to tip over the edge,
and he jerked his hips roughly back and forth, holding Laurel's hips as he
tried to get deeper inside her body.  His cock was rubbing against the
dildo in Laurel's ass, separated by just the thin membrane between her
vaginal canal and her bowels, and the feeling was driving Dillon crazy.  It
felt like Laurel was rubbing the head of his cock, and he knew he couldn't
wait much longer.  He tried to slow down his thrusting, to last as long as
he could, but he was sliding into a climax.  Bruce was better able to
control his climax, but he, too, was very close to exploding in Dara's
pussy.  He heard Dillon grunting as the boy drove into Laurel's tight
little cunt, and the sound drove Bruce over the edge.  He felt his sperm
building up in his testicles like hot oil, and then he stopped thrusting
for a moment as his climax began.  Dillon did the same thing at the same
moment, and then both cocks started moving again as they began spurting. 
Dara felt Bruce's hot cum spewing into her twat and had a huge orgasm, then
another.  She had her eyes closed tight as she moaned, wanting the moment
to go on forever.  Her sister was moaning even louder as Dillon's big dick
flooded her vagina with thick ropey semen, and Laurel shuddered as she had
an orgasm.

   The girls had tears on their cheeks, tears of gratitude for their
fuckers and for the glorious feelings sweeping their through their young
bodies.  Bruce and Dillon were thrusting hard now, trying to milk every
drop of sperm out of their cocks and into the girls' pussies.  Finally they
finished, and the cocks were pulled out of the girls.  Helen now wanted to
illustrate the pain of letting go, and she had told Bruce and Dillon what
to do, and they leaned down and whispered in the girls' ears.  They told
them to expel the dildos from their asses as if they were having a bowel
movement, by straining at stool, except instead of stool, it was the dildos
they would be moving.  The girls were standing there in their high heels,
leaning forward a little, and both of their faces twisted as they
concentrated on pushing the objects out of their bodies.  The guests
watched raptly as little by little, the two huge dildos started to emerge
from the girls' assholes.  Blood kept dripping off the dildos, and the flow
increased as the movement of the dildos caused their rough surfaces to
irritate the walls of the girls' intestines.  It took ten minutes or more
for the girls to work the dildos mostly out of their bodies, and finally
only the heads of the dildos were inside the girls.  Dara took Laurel's
hand and held it tight while they both strained, and with a big gush of
blood out of their assholes, the two dildos emerged and fell to the floor.
The guests applauded loudly, the both girls blushed.

   CHAPTER 15: Helen Makes Some Changes

   This was the most successful retreat ever held at the inn, and Helen was
thrilled.  She closed the presentation by introducing Bruce and her three
children to the guests, and there was another round of applause.  Helen
took her daughters to the kitchen and immediately helped them insert
special plastic plugs in their vaginas, so the sperm would not leak out. 
Helen really hoped they would both get pregnant, and she was going to do
everything she could to insure that it happened.  The girls had figured out
that something was going on, beyond just the presentation, so Helen
explained her idea to them, about the Synchronicity and Symbols Retreat
Program and tying it in with pregnancy, and both girls were excited.  They
loved the idea of being pregnant while they were so young, and when Helen
told them she wanted to try to get pregnant, too, both girls hugged her,
loving the idea.  Helen applied unguent to the cuts on the girls' breasts,
and bandaged the deeper cuts, and Dara told her mom she ought to think
about getting implants for herself.  Helen had never considered the idea
when she was younger, but now it seemed exciting to her, like the ultimate
mark of femininity.  When she was in her twenties she had enjoyed having
small bouncy boobs, but after breast-feeding three children, she had come
to hate her droopy, stretch-marked breasts in the last few years, and
suddenly the thought of having huge tits and walking around with her jugs
sticking out while men looked at her and wanted her really inflamed her.

   She asked Bruce about the doctor that gave Dara and Laurel their
implants, and asked him what he thought about her getting implants for
herself.  The look Bruce gave her was enough to lock in her decision -- she
had never seen such raw lust blazing in his eyes.  For a woman, especially
one who is getting old and knows her body is getting uglier every day, that
kind of a look from a man is like a jolt of raw power -- and if the woman
is white and the man is a big nigger buck, the thrill can be electric. 
Every white girl has a dream in the dark, wet, secret place between her
legs -- to be raped by a nigger boy with a cock as big as the girl's arm. A
white girl feels an instinct to fight, to protect her body from an assault,
to cover herself and her sexual parts -- but what she really wants is to be
penetrated, rough and raw and deep, by a big nigger cock so big that it
hurts her when the buck forces it up her snatch.  The pain reminds the girl
that she's nothing but a trashy white slut, and her body is worthless, just
a big empty hole for nigger boys to use when they need to cum.  A white
girl's ultimate dream would be to live in a whorehouse in niggertown and
spend every day and night naked on her back with her legs open while a long
line of nigger boys takes turns using her like a sperm toilet.  Every few
hours when her reeking pussy gets full of the foul-smelling semen that
niggers spew out like sewage, she would be allowed five minutes to scoop
the thick sperm out of her reeking fuckhole with her hands and eat it,
swallowing as much as she could gulp down before it was time for the next
nigger to take his place between her legs.  Almost every little white bitch
settles for a nice white boy to please her parents, and goes through life
pretending to like it when she has to submit to a husband or boyfriend
whose only concern is to use for sex and then push her away.  But when a
nigger boy has a chance to screw a white girl, he puts some effort into it,
making sure he hurts her with his big cock so she'll remember him, biting
and pinching her breasts to demonstrate his power over her, showing off for
the other nigger boys watching.  Nigger bucks always like to have their
"brothers" watching when they rape a white girl, to prove their manhood and
rid themselves of the insecurity that comes from knowing they were born
with the wrong color skin, and there's nothing they can do about it except
take it out on every white girl they ever meet.

   So when Bruce heard Helen asking him about breast implants, a little of
his true racial character shone in his beady little black eyes as he looked
her up and down.  For a nigger boy like Bruce, the only thing better than a
white girl was a white girl with big tits, and here was one actually asking
him to HELP her ruin her body.  Of course Helen's body was so ugly now,
almost anything would be an improvement.  Her face was OK, and her arms and
legs weren't bad, but between the sagging tits and stretch marks on her
stomach and oily skin that always smelled bad, sometimes it was all Bruce
could do to keep his cock hard long enough to cum when he was doing what
she called "making love" -- which he called "screwing an old white slut."
Lately the only thing that kept his erection from softening was thinking
about Helen's two young daughters while he was fucking Helen.  He zoned out
and imagined his cock buried deep in Laurel's fresh young pussy, or in
Dara's tight little ass, and that kept him hard enough to keep screwing
Helen until he was ready to pump his sperm into her ugly vagina.  But if
she got breast implants, screwing her might be fun again.  So Bruce was
enthusiastic and told Helen he would arrange everything.

   The first thing Bruce asked the doctor later on the phone was if there
was some type of breast implant that would hurt the woman, either during
the implantation procedure, or later, after the implants are in place. 
Bruce wanted to get back at Helen for all those times he had provided her
with stud service in spite of the way her body looked and smelled.  Oh,
sometimes fucking her wasn't too bad, but a lot of times he couldn't help
but be put off by her aging, sagging body.  He wanted her to pay for that,
and he loved the idea of her implants hurting her or making her
uncomfortable.  The doctor said he could crimp some of her breast tissue
against the plastic bag containing the implant, so it would form scar
tissue that would hurt pretty much all the time, a dull ache.  Bu the
doctor had an even better idea.  He told Bruce he had done some implants
for a patient who was a real bitch, complaining constantly from the moment
she came in for a consultation.  By the time the doctor did her procedure,
he had come to hate her, and while he was repositioning her nipples after
her implants were in place, he put a small amount of itching powder at the
base of her nipples before they were reattached to her breasts.  The
results were spectacular and hilarious.  The woman started complaining
about itching in her nipples as soon as she woke up, but the doctor told
her that was common and it would go away.  And it did -- but it took months
for the itching powder to be absorbed by her body, and she spent those
months constantly scratching her breasts, trying to get some relief.  The
scratching kept her nipples erect almost all the time, and that increased
her sex drive to the point where her husband was screwing her four times a
day!  Bruce asked about the size of implants for Helen, and the doctor said
he could use 1000cc implants instead of the 600cc size that is usual for a
woman of Helen's body size.  The doctor said the larger size would force
Helen's skin to stretch painfully to accommodate the implants, and it would
take weeks for the aching to go away.  Plus, of course, Helen's new boobs
would make her look like a stripper.  She wouldn't be able to buy clothes
or bras that would fit, and all the extra weight hanging off her chest
would make her back hurt.  Bruce told the doctor that's what he wanted for
Helen, and her procedure was to be scheduled as soon as the doctor had an
opening.

   CHAPTER 16: Helen Gets Breast Implants and a New Plan

   Helen had her breast augmentation four days later, and Bruce slipped the
doctor two hundred dollars for the "special" handling of the procedure. 
Bruce took her home the next day, and she was already complaining about her
breasts feeling itchy.  She kept scratching her nipples through her dress,
and when they got back to the inn, she went up to their bedroom and opened
her dress so she could scratch her skin directly.  Bruce reminded her the
doctor had told her to be careful for a week or so while she was healing,
but Helen couldn't stop scratching.  Bruce smiled to himself -- this was
going to be fun to watch.  Helen sat on the bed with her big new boobs
sticking out and used both hands to scratch her itchy nipples, causing them
to stiffen like little cocks on her chest.  She ran her fingernails over
her areolas, trying to get some relief from the constant itching.  The
flesh of both breasts was stretched painfully tight because of the larger
implants the doctor had used, and even though the globes of flesh were
huge, they struck straight out, without the slightest hint of sagging. 
Helen's tits before the operation had looked like balloons where most of
the air had leaked out, and the contrast was startling.  Bruce felt his
cock throbbing as he watched her scratching herself, making her nipples so
hard and thick, and he wanted to get on top of her and force her legs apart
and rape her right then, but he knew it would be better to wait until she
asked for it herself.

   After some minutes of scratching herself, Helen told Bruce the itchy
feeling was driving her crazy.  She begged him to do something, so he went
and sat beside her on the bed.  He leaned down and took her left nipple in
his mouth, then gently bit the erect cone of flesh, and Helen groaned with
satisfaction.  "Ohh god yes, do that some more..." Bruce bit a little
harder, and Helen cradled his head in her arm and arched her back, pressing
her huge breast against his face.  It was surprising how much pressure she
could take -- Bruce was biting really hard, but Helen seemed to love it. 
He opened his mouth wider and took her entire areola between his teeth and
started to chew on it, and Helen made a noise between a moan and a yelp. 
Her whole body jerked and quivered as Bruce bit her, and he saw that she
had her other hand on her right breast, grinding the nipple between her
fingers, running her fingernails roughly across the areola, scratching
herself madly.  He switched to her right breast, chewing on the areola and
biting the erect nipple as hard as he dared, and Helen gave a little yelp
of pain, but she clutched his head tighter, pulling him against her.  He
kept mouthing her breasts for half an hour, which was all he could stand --
his jaws were sore.  He left Helen laying there on the bed, scratching her
swollen nipples and moaning softly.

   Helen came downstairs later that day, wearing just her jeans, with her
huge new boobs sticking out like melons on her chest.  She was still
scratching her areolas and nipples, and she told Bruce she wanted to set up
the Synchronicity and Symbols Retreat Program as soon as possible.  She
held his face in her hands and whispered to him that she wanted him to get
her pregnant -- and to impregnate Dara and Laurel at the same time.  The
girls had gotten their periods soon after the Buddha and Christ program
presentation, and Helen had wept when she saw their menstrual blood while
they were changing their tampons.  She had worked so hard to get them
pregnant, and this was a big letdown for them and for her.  But then she
had gotten the idea of having Bruce knock up all three of them.  She told
him she was crazy about him, and the girls loved him too, and they all
wanted to have babies with him.  They would work this in with the retreat
program, but now two retreats would be held.  The first presentation would
feature Bruce making love to Helen first, and then after a rest period, he
would take turns fucking Dara and Laurel, and when he was ready to cum, he
would let Dara have his sperm.  A second rest period would follow, and then
Helen and Dara would suck his cock and give him a nice big erection so he
could finish by making love to Laurel and dumping his load in her vagina.
Helen told him she had been checking her own and the girls' temperatures,
so she would be more certain than last time that all three of them would be
ovulating when the retreat program was presented.

   Bruce couldn't believe what he was hearing.  For a nigger buck like him,
this was a dream come true -- THREE white girls begging to be screwed! 
True, Helen was pretty old and used up, but the freshness of her two
daughters more than made up for it.  Just the thought of pounding his big
cock into Laurel's 16-year-old pussy was enough to make his groin feel
twitchy.  He had always liked Laurel's looks better than Dara, whose face
was so plain that it made his dick shrink every time he saw it.  Her body
was OK, especially with her big new tits, but it was Laurel he lusted
after. Her long red hair down to her waist, matched by the wispy auburn
pubic hair lightly covering her slit, always made him want her so bad.  A
white girl with red hair has such pale skin, with a translucent milky glow,
and Laurel's freckles made her look like she was 12 years old.  Bruce had
always had a thing about underage white girls, because his uncle had once
taken him to a house where he had been allowed to watch while 15 niggers
took turns raping a 12-year-old white girl they had kidnapped, Niggers do
this sort of thing whenever they think they can get away with it, and it
happens a lot more than you hear about because the white parents keep the
story out of the newspapers due to the shame they feel after their
daughter's virginity is destroyed.  It would be bad enough if her white
boyfriend did it, but for her to get deflowered by being gang-raped by some
niggers is just too shameful.  Bruce was ten years old at the time, and he
had masturbated for the first time while he watched his uncle lay down on
top of that sweet young white girl and start screwing the shit out of her.
She had made little noises in her throat, like a mewling sound, all the
time his uncle was on top of her, and he thought his penis would explode
when he was ready to cum.  His uncle climaxed at the same moment, dumping
his big load inside the white girl while Bruce pumped his erection wildly,
his hot semen spewing out onto the floor in front on him.  When his uncle
pulled his cock out of the girl and stood up, he slapped her as hard as he
could, and she yelped in pain and humiliation, and that made Bruce's cock
stiffen again.  That was the first time Bruce was exposed to the awesome
feeling of a nigger's power over a white girl, and he never forgot it.  He
had masturbated three more times that night after his uncle took him home,
closing his eyes and seeing that beautiful little white girl with her face
twisted in pain and her cheeks wet with tears, and each time, Bruce's cock
spit out even more sperm than the last time.  That was the start of his
fascination with white girls, and now here were three of them just begging
for his cock.  Bruce was one happy nigger boy as he whispered to Helen that
he would consider it an honor to make love with her and her daughters.

   CHAPTER 17: Pinpointing Ovulation

   Helen started checking her own and her daughters' temperatures so she
would have a good idea when they were ovulating.  She took her own
temperature first thing each morning, as soon as she woke up, since any
physical activity can increase the resting temperature.  She inserted the
thermometer in rectum and waited five minutes.  Read the temperature to
within 1/10 of a degree and record the reading.  She started on the first
day of her menstrual cycle and used a small notebook.  She knew her
temperature rise could be sudden, gradual, or in steps, and that the
pattern could vary from cycle to cycle.  For most women, 96 to 98 degrees
is considered normal prior to ovulation and 97 to 99 degrees after
ovulation.  By charting the differences in one-tenth degree increments,
Helen could determine when ovulation had taken place.  Typically a rise of
at least 0.4 to 0.6 degrees takes place at ovulation, though for different
women the temperature increases may be sudden or gradual.

   During the first two weeks of a woman's cycle, her body temperature is
lower (97.0 to 97.5 F), due to the presence of estrogen.  With ovulation, a
rise in body temperature takes place - caused by an increase of the hormone
progesterone - in order to provide a warmer, more fertile environment in
the womb.  A minimum temperature rise of 0.4 to 0.6 degrees F can be
measured - and this change will last through the duration of the menstrual
cycle.  By monitoring when this temperature change takes place, Helen could
estimate when ovulation had taken place.  Another thing to watch was
changes in cervical mucus.  As the menstrual cycle progresses, cervical
mucus increases in volume and changes texture.  The changes reflect the
body's rising levels of estrogen.  She knew she and her girls would be most
fertile when the mucus became clear, slippery, and stretchy, much like raw
egg whites.  Normally the mucous is a protective barrier, but during the
most fertile time of the menstrual cycle, it allows sperm to get through
the cervix, up to the uterus, and then to the fallopian tubes for a
rendezvous with the egg.

   But a rise in body temperature was the best indicator.  Following
ovulation, she knew her temperature can increase by 0.4 to 1.0 degrees, and
she wouldn't feel the shift, but could detect it by using a basal body
temperature (BBT) thermometer.  This temperature spike indicates that
ovulation has taken place, because releasing an egg stimulates the
production of the hormone progesterone, which raises body temperature.

   Helen knew a woman is most fertile in the two or three days before her
temperature hits its high point.  A few experts think you may have an
additional 12- to 24-hour window of fertility after you first notice the
temperature creep up, but most say that at that point, it's too late to
make a baby.  It can take one to two days after ovulation for progesterone
to build up enough to raise the body temperature.  But since the egg can
only survive for about 24 hours, at that point, it's too late for
fertilization.  That's why experts recommend that recording the temperature
each morning for a few months is the best way to detect a pattern and
pinpoint the likely ovulation date.  Then she could plan the retreat during
the two to three days preceding the day the body temperature normally
rises. Another way to watch for ovulation was lower abdominal discomfort.
About one-fifth of women actually feel ovulatory activity, which can range
from mild achiness to twinges of pain.  The condition, called
mittelschmerz, may last a few minutes to a few hours.  Helen had sometimes
felt this in the past, so she knew it might help her pinpoint when she
started ovulating.

   Helen checked Dara's and Laurel's temperatures each morning right after
she took her own, inserting the thermometer gently in each girl's rectum
for five minutes.  The girls started to enjoy the routine, laying on their
sides while their mother inserted the thermometer as they played with their
pussies and breasts.  Bruce usually watched from the doorway, leaning his
head in so he could rub his cock without them seeing what he was doing.  He
often had to go back to his and Helen's bedroom and beat off while Helen
finished up with the girls.  Bruce was getting more and more anxious to
fuck the girls, and Helen too, but he knew how much she wanted all of them
to get pregnant by him, so he waited patiently during the weeks that it
took for Helen to determine that all three of them were almost in unison on
their cycles, and their periods were getting closer and closer.  Somehow
their bodies were responding to their common desire to become pregnant, and
their menstrual cycles were coming into synch.  Finally Helen felt
confident that she could predict when all three of them would start to
ovulate, and she told her daughters while all three of them were having
their periods, saying this might be their last period for nine months.  The
girls were so excited, they hugged and squealed like the schoolgirls they
were, and Dillon came in when he heard all the noise.  Helen told him he
would have a big part in the retreat, too, and Dillon felt glad to be
included.

   CHAPTER 17: The Synchronicity and Symbols Retreat Program

   Helen sent out invitations to the special presentation of the
Synchronicity and Symbols retreat program three weeks ahead of the
presentation date, when she was sure she and both of her daughters would be
ovulating at the right time.  She emailed the invitations to some of the
guests who had stayed at the inn previously, with emphasis on the guests
who had attended presentations with strong sexual content.  Some of them
had posted comments on the Glowing Morn website, such as this one: "Helen &
Bruce, You have spoiled us with your warm sexuality, great bodies, & the
comfortable fucking we did in your home.  Your retreat was amazing -- the
image of the two of you making love at dawn stayed with us well into the
afternoon.  Thank you for the best fucking B & B experience ever!  Olathe,
KS." And another comment: "Dear Bruce & Helen, Thank you for your wonderful
carnality!  The retreats were awesome!  We felt right at home in your
beautiful B & B, watching while you fucked each other.  We look forward to
returning again soon with friends & family for the sex party you described.
We loved our 'cannon ball sundae' topped with Bruce's semen too!  Ephrata,
PA." And the best comment of all: "Helen & Bruce, Thank you so much for a
wonderful orgy here at Glowing Morn.  The raw sexuality at your B&B is
absolutely amazing & we so enjoyed spending the time after our wedding here
with you two showing us so many perverted ways to make love and hurt each
other at the same time.  You are such horndogs!  Very peaceful & beautiful
to watch you locked in a 69 session in the garden, with Helen taking
Bruce's long cock all the way down her throat.  We will recommend this
place to anyone that wants a lot of sex in a short time!  Andover, PA."

   Helen figured she could accommodate sixteen people -- eight couples --
by seating them really close together in the Living Room, and four more
couples could watch from the Grand Foyer, which had wide glass panels on
both sides of the double doors that opened into the Living Room.  She had
to allow enough room for the actual presentation -- including the fucking
that she hoped would result in the impregnation of her and her daughters by
Bruce -- in front of the fireplace.  The 24 slots were sold within 18 hours
after she sent out her emails!

   Helen kept checking her own body temperature and Dara's and Laurel's
each morning, thinking she could reschedule the presentation if the date
looked wrong -- but she had seen an identifiable pattern for three
menstrual cycles now, for all three of them, and their readings now were
following the pattern exactly.  The presentation was set for two days
before she estimated that their body temperatures would rise, and
everything she had read said that was exactly when ovulation would occur.
Helen was excited as she made the final preparations, and all she could
think was, "this is it!" Her midsection felt warm, like she could feel her
ovary releasing an egg for its journey down her fallopian tube to await
fertilization.

   The presentation was set to begin at 8:00 pm on a Friday night in early
spring, and Helen had told all the guests by email that it might go on all
night or even into the morning, because she knew Bruce would need rest
periods between his ejaculations, so he could give each of "his girls" a
full load of sperm.  Helen felt her face flush as she thought about Bruce
making love to her in front of all those people, and with her daughters
watching -- and then she would watch while Bruce stuck his wonderful large
cock up Dara's snatch, and later it would be Laurel who would enjoy the
heavenly feeling of that same erection inside her.  And all three of them
had such huge breasts now!  The itch in Helen's nipples and areolas, which
she didn't realize was caused by the itching powder the doctor had put
inside her breasts when he did her implants, was still driving her crazy,
and the more she scratched her nipples, the hornier she became.  At least,
she thought, it ought to give the presentation some extra kick.

   Helen got everybody together in the kitchen an hour ahead of the
scheduled time, to go over what they were going to do.  To further the
"synchronicity" aspect of the presentation, she had bought identical
outfits for her and her daughters, to show they were all in spiritual and
physical alignment with each other and had the same goal, to complete the
act of love and have it fulfilled by the conception of a baby, the symbol
of continuation; and to further the "symbols" aspect, she had some sexual
devices that would heighten the level of sensual pleasure and insure the
successful completion of the sex acts that would be presented for the
audience.

   For her and the girls, Helen had found ballet pumps with 8-inch heels
that forced them to stand on their toes like a ballerina.  The shoes were
bright red and barely covered the toes, leaving almost the entire foot
exposed nakedly.  There were small leather ankle straps to hold the shoes
on their feet, but wearing them for any length of time caused severe pain
in the girl's feet, ankles, and lower legs.  Helen thought the pain would
intensify the experience and make her and the girls perform with more
passion.  She had three sets of nipple clamps with thin chains, and they
had alligator clips that would bite harshly into the soft flesh of their
nipples and cause more pain.  And she had three large butt plugs for them
to wear during the presentation, to heighten the sense of perversity and
make the presentation more exciting for the audience to watch.  The butt
plugs were in the shape of an erect cock -- a nigger cock, as black as
night -- and they were very long, 18 inches, so the plugs could be inserted
deep inside their colons, filling them and making them feel bloated, like
they needed to have a bowel movement.  The butt plugs had small straps
attached to the base, to be fastened around the girl's waist to prevent the
plug from slipping out of her ass while she was being screwed.  Even when
the plug was fully inserted in the girl's ass as deep as she could take it,
there was still a few inches of it sticking out of her asshole, and without
the straps to hold it inside her, it could work its way out when she was
fucked hard enough.  Helen and her daughters would be totally naked except
for their nipple clamps, butt plugs, and ballet pumps.

   Helen wanted Dillon to be involved in the presentation, too, and she had
something for him to wear: a rubberized collar that fitted snugly around
the base of his penis and testicles, raising them and accentuating them out
in front of his groin.  She wanted her son to let her and his sisters lick
and suck his cock during the presentation, as a way of providing visual
stimulation for Bruce, to help him get an erection and stay hard while he
was fucking all three of the females.  For Bruce, Helen had located the
perfect outfit: a wide black leather belt that he would wear around his
waist, with a buckle in the shape of an erect nigger cock.  It would be
like he had TWO cocks!  He would be naked except for the belt, to draw
attention to his erection.

   CHAPTER 18: The Presentation, Part 1 - Helen Gets Fucked

   The presentation was to begin at 8:00 pm, and all the guests were seated
a few minutes ahead of time.  Helen wore a loose white gown that covered
her from neck to ankles while she was seating the guests, not wanting them
to see what she would be wearing during the actual presentation.  When
everything was ready, she went into the kitchen and took off her gown and
got into her outfit, and she led the procession into the Living Room,
holding hands with her daughters on either side of her, and Dillon came
next, with Bruce the last one to appear.  The guests made some noises when
they saw the girls all in the same outfits, and there were some gasps when
Dillon and Bruce came in, with their cocks totally exposed.  Helen and the
girls were walking awkwardly in their ballet pumps, and they had to bend
their knees a little to keep from falling down.  The pain was already
terrible in their ankles and calves, but Helen had told Dara and Laurel how
important this was to her, and the girls were trying to smile in spite of
the pain.  Every step made their big silicone breasts bounce and jiggle,
and the nipple clamps bit into their nipples brutally, bringing tears of
pain to their eyes.  Helen was already sweating heavily from the strain of
walking in the ballet pumps, and she could see sweat on the girls' faces,
too.

   Helen wanted to be the first to be fucked by Bruce, to get a nice potent
load that she hoped would get her pregnant.  She had decided to give her
presentation WHILE she was being fucked, to ramp up the attention level
among the guests, so now Dara and Laurel got down on their knees in front
of their mother, a bit off to the sides so Helen could look straight ahead
and make eye contact with the closest guests, who were sitting on the sofa
only a few feet in front of her.  Everybody was so close that when Dara and
Laurel kneeled down, there was barely room for them in between the seated
guests and where Helen was standing.  Helen spoke for a few minutes on the
importance of synchronicity and symbols in daily life, and told the guests
a little about the origins of her idea to synchronize her own pregnancy
with her two daughters, and her deep love for the symbolism in having Bruce
be the one who would impregnate all three of them.  Three is a revered
number, symbolizing the Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in many
religions, and the significance of her and her two daughters all getting
pregnant by the same man gave the whole idea a deep realism for her.

   Bruce was standing behind Helen as she spoke, and he had put his arms
around her so he could cup her huge silicone breasts as she spoke.  His
hands caressed the undersides of her big globes, then slowly moved up
toward her nipples, and Helen started to have trouble speaking -- the
heavenly feeling of Bruce's warm hands on her tits was making her forget
where she was in her presentation.  She continued slowly and deliberately,
pausing and closing her eyes for a moment when Bruce touched the tips of
her nipples.  The alligator clamps were attached to the sides of the
nipples, leaving the tips fully exposed, and when Bruce ran his fingers
over the hard, erect cones sticking out from the clamps.  Helen's whole
body jerked like a jolt of electricity went through her.  She felt her
vagina creaming heavily, and a gush of clear sticky juice oozed out of her
slit and trickled down her bare legs.  Bruce flicked her nipples with his
fingernails, and Helen let out a load moan as she had an intense orgasm. 
The room was totally silent except for the sounds she was making.  Two of
the male guests sitting closest to Dara and Laurel spontaneously reached
out and caressed the girls' bare backs, unable to keep still while they
watched Helen submitting so completely to Bruce.  The men touching Dara and
Laurel both had bulges in their pants, and the bulges got bigger as the
girls looked over their shoulders and smiled at them, leaning back a little
so the man could touch their bodies more easily.  Bruce took Helen's
nipples between his fingers and exerted just the slightest amount of
pressure, and she bucked forward and almost screamed as a huge orgasm swept
through her body, starting in her breasts and spreading down to her groin
in a flash.  She thought her clit was going to burst -- it felt huge!  She
moved her legs as best she could in her ballet pumps, teetering unsteadily
as she tried to keep her balance while her body was assaulted by waves of
intensity.

   Bruce needed to penetrate Helen -- he couldn't wait any longer.  She
hadn't finished with this section of the presentation, but that didn't
matter to Bruce -- his cock was throbbing like mad.  He pushed Helen's
shoulders forward with one hand while he put his other arm around her
waist, forcing her to bend forward.  Bruce shoved her down until she was
almost bent double at the waist, then forced her legs apart, making her
wince in pain as she moved her feet in the ballet pumps.  He held her in
place with one hand in the small of her back and inserted his erection in
her pussy from behind.  Helen groaned with satisfaction as the big cock
entered her body, and leaned back against Bruce's groin to help him
penetrate her deeper.  The butt plug was sticking out of Helen's ass, and
as Bruce thrust into her, his stomach hit the plug and forced it deeper
into her asshole, making her squirm uncomfortably.  Both of the holes
between her legs were filled now, and she was a happy little bitch.  Bruce
was fucking her so hard, she had to put her hands on her ankles and hold on
tight to keep from falling down.  Bruce reached down and grabbed a handful
of her hair and wrenched her head up, so she was looking at the guests as
they watched her getting fucked, and Bruce said, "Go ahead." Helen tried to
continue with her presentation, but Bruce's hard thrusts were driving her
crazy with orgasms.  "The symbolism...  ohh god -- the symbolism of the
three roads can be..." and she grunted several times as Bruce drove the
full length of his cock into her splayed pussy, then tried to go on, "...
can be understood to mean our choices -- ohh -- ohhh god yes...  our
choices that we make..." Helen kept on with her speech, interspersed with
grunts of pain and moans of satisfaction.  Her face, fully visible to the
guests as Bruce held onto her hair and forced her to keep her head raised,
was covered with heavy sweat that glistened in the lights.  Her eye shadow
had run down her cheeks, and the nearest of the guests could smell her
cunt. Thick clear juices were running out of her vagina and down the
insides of her thighs, and she smelled like a bitch in heat.

   Dara and Laurel were watching their mother with fascination as her huge
boobs bounced wildly from Bruce's hard thrusts.  Both girls could feel
their own pussies starting to lubricate between their legs, and their faces
were deeply flushed as the sexual tension crackled in the room.  At the
same moment, without planning it, Dara and Laurel turned around, still on
their knees, and reached for the zippers of the men who had been touching
them.  The little sluts needed cocks in their mouths, and their fingers
scrabbled at the zippers frantically.  Dara got her man's pants open first,
and his erect cock sprang out, and the girl moaned as she took it in her
mouth, Laurel freed her man's cock and started to lick and suck it.  The
girls had their legs folded under them with their feet apart, and the butt
plugs sticking out of their assholes were touching the floor and getting
forced deeper into their rectums with each little movement.  Each of the
men was sitting with his wife, and the women didn't object to this raw
display of sexuality -- they ran their hands through the girls' hair and
pushed their heads down on the men's cocks, urging them on.  Dara was
making slurping sounds as she fellated her man, and Laurel was trying to
take her man's whole cock down her throat, but she kept gagging on it.  The
man's wife used both hands to force Laurel's head down onto the big cock,
and Laurel coughed and choked as she worked on deep-throating it.  Finally
she was able to suppress her gag reflex and relax her throat, and suddenly
her lips were buried in the man's thick pubic hair as his entire ten-inch
erection disappeared down her throat.  She nuzzled her sweet face into his
groin, her nose mashed flat against his pubic bone as she felt his hairy
scrotum rubbing her chin.

   The girls could hear the sounds their mother was making as she got
fucked right behind them.  Helen was moaning and grunting each time Bruce
thrust into her, the moans caused by the big cock filling her pussy, and
the grunts caused by the pain of the butt plug that was forced up her ass
each time Bruce's stomach hit it while he was screwing her.  She was still
trying to continue her presentation amid the moaning and the grunting, and
the air was electric with sexuality.  Bruce was holding onto her hair,
pulling her head up sharply so the guests could look at her face while she
serviced him, her mouth hanging open as she drooled a steady stream of
saliva down her chin onto her big breasts.  When she was able to open her
eyes, she had a great view of her two daughters giving blowjobs to the two
men in the front row, urged on by their wives, and that inflamed Helen even
more, making her feel like she was melting inside.  Her vagina felt hot and
creamy, like liquid fire, and her breasts were bright hot points of pain
with the nipple clamps biting into her flesh savagely.  Bruce's hard
thrusts were making her big tits bounce like soccer balls hanging off her
chest, and the violent gyrations were making the alligator clips dig into
her erect nipples.

   Pain like Helen was feeling -- sexual pain purposely inflicted in a
hypersensitive spot like the nipple -- is something only a female can know.
A preteen girl whose undeveloped breasts are sexually abused never forgets
the pain of a knife cutting into her nipple, something pedophiles do to
show their power over a girl.  By destroying her ability to feel sexual
pleasure in her breasts, the pedophile possesses the girl's body forever in
his mind.  Other tools they like to use on a girl's nipples are icepicks,
razor blades, and pliers, as well as sandpaper, which produces a level of
pain unmatched by other methods as the sensitive flesh of the nipple is
literally sanded away, layer by layer, an operation that can take hours or
even days, while the girl is in indescribable pain every minute.  Dara and
Laurel were feeling a lot of pain in their breasts, too, from the movements
they were making as they sucked on the men's cocks.

   Helen somehow finished her presentation, gasping out the last few words
as Bruce started to fuck her faster.  He let go of her hair and her head
dropped as he put both hands on her hips and thrust his cock into her cunt
like a piston, drawing a long mewling sound from her throat.  He was
watching her daughters as they performed blowjobs right there in front of
him, and he could see the butt plugs sticking out of their tight little
asses, pounding against the carpet as they moved up and down, sucking on
the two men's cocks.  Bruce felt his cock stiffen, and he knew he needed to
cum.  But just at that moment, the man in Dara's mouth groaned and put his
hand on her head to hold her against his groin as he ejaculated in her
mouth.  Dara made loud slurping noises as she tried to capture every sweet
drop of his sperm in her mouth, then looked up at him as he pulled his cock
out of her mouth.  She swallowed his load in two gulps, then leaned in and
kissed the tip of his cock and thanked him for letting her suck him off. 
She turned her head to watch her sister as Laurel kept deep-throating her
man.  His wife was forcing Laurel's head into the man's crotch as hard as
she could, and Laurel was gagging as the full length of the cock filled her
mouth and throat.  The man made a noise and started to ejaculate, pulling
his cock out of Laurel's mouth so he could watch his semen spurting onto
her outstretched tongue.  She gagged a little from the sheer volume of the
thick sperm, but held it in her open mouth until he finished cumming.  He
wiped his cock down her cheek, leaving a thick string of jism like a worm
from her eye to her chin, Laurel wiggled her head a little, her open mouth
displaying the full load of warm semen he had given her, and then she
swallowed it, gagging a little from the foul odor of the sperm.  She
thanked the man for allowing her to suck his cock, and both girls turned
around, still on their knees, so they could watch what was happening to
their mother.  They moved closer, staying on their knees, until they could
run their hands over Helen's arms and legs, making her moan loudly, and
that sent Bruce over the edge.

   Bruce held Helen's hips in a tight grip and forced his cock as deep into
her twat as he could, making her groan as his body caught the end of her
butt plug and pushed it deeper into her ass.  He gave her small thrusts
while he felt his balls contracting as they prepared to expel his huge load
of semen, and then his orgasm started, making his cock feel gigantic.  He
groaned as the electricity spread through his body, and everything was
suspended for a long moment -- and then his cock exploded inside Helen's
vagina.  She whimpered as she felt the hot spurts of jism starting to fill
her fuckhole, and she pushed back as hard as she could, forcing her body
against him, wanting this moment to last forever.  Bruce's erection felt
like a horse's cock inside her, stretching her twat painfully as he dumped
his load.  He had fucked her so hard and so long, the walls of her vagina
were raw and sore, and the pain was like a toothache in her groin.  But the
raw sexual satisfaction of receiving his precious semen, full of the power
of life, made her convulse with a series of bone-wrenching orgasms.  Sweat
was pouring off her face and body, dripping off her nipples, and her face
was deeply flushed from the strain of holding her body in that position for
so long and standing such a long time in her ballet pumps.

   CHAPTER 19: The Presentation, Part 2 - Dillon Gets Sucked

   Bruce finally finished cumming, and slowly pulled his cock out of
Helen's gaping pussy.  She quickly covered her slit with her hand to hold
his cum inside her while she lay down on her back, giving her feet and
ankles some blissful relief from standing in the ballet pumps.  Helen
raised her legs and placed her ballet pumps on the top of the coffee table,
and placed a small pillow under her hips so her lower body was elevated and
her vagina was higher than her head.  This position would prevent Bruce's
sperm from leaking out of her slit and enhance her chances of getting
pregnant.  She had her knees spread as wide apart as she could, so her
pussy would be totally exposed for the guests to look at, with some globs
of sperm on her labia and in her pubic hair.  She needed to stay in this
position for an hour, and Bruce needed a break before he would be ready to
fuck Dara.  He sat down on the coffee table beside Helen and held her hand
while Dara and Laurel and Dillon started the next part of the presentation.
The girls stood side by side, facing Dillon, and the girls both squatted
deeply, so their asses were so close to the carpet that their butt plugs
touched it.  Each girl had her feet wide apart, and the pain of squatting
like that in ballet pumps was unbelievable.  The girls grimaced as they
lowered their bodies, their knees bending sharply and their butt plugs
touching the carpet.  Their ankles and feet were bent into unnatural
positions, and the pain was intense in their lower legs as they balanced
themselves on the unsteady ballet pumps.  They both cupped their big
breasts in their hands, and Dillon stepped forward so his cock was between
his sisters' faces.  They opened their mouths and started to lick his cock,
bringing it quickly to a full erection.

   Dillon had a big grin on his face as Dara and Laurel worked on his cock.
He was only 14, but his erection was 12 inches long and two inches wide,
and he looked like a horse as he stood there proudly while his sisters
fellated him.  Helen twisted her head around so she could look up at her
three children having sex with each other, and Dillon blushed when he saw
his mother watching his sisters giving him a blowjob.  Helen smiled at him
and squeezed Bruce's hand, and Bruce gestured to Dillon to cross his arms
across his chest.  Dillon had been standing there with his arms hanging at
his sides, and now he grinned at Bruce and crossed his arms, so he looked
like Caesar conquering the Egyptians.  He thrust his groin a little, and
his big cock jerked forward as Dara and Laurel licked it.  They started
sucking it, Dara first, taking turns -- each girl would suck for a minute
or two, then she would take her mouth off the cock and say, "Share," and
let her sister suck it.  Whichever girl was not sucking would lick Dillon's
scrotum or the insides of his thighs.  Helen had explained to the girls
that this little show was intended to give Bruce time to get ready to make
love to Dara, and also to give him something to watch so his cock would get
hard again.  Bruce had his eyes fastened on Dara, knowing she would be his
next target, and he felt a stirring in his penis as she made loud slurping
sounds, working her mouth all over her brother's cock.  Helen had told
Dillon it as OK if he didn't have a climax, because he might be embarrassed
there in front of so many people, and mainly the show was to give Bruce
something to watch -- but Dillon felt his cock stiffen like a bone, and he
knew he wanted to cum.  Having Bruce right there watching him, and his
mother, too, made him feel weird, but it made his cock real hard, and he
knew he was going to cum pretty soon.

   Helen had told Dillon the only place NOT to ejaculate was in Dara's or
Laurel's pussy, since those were reserved for Bruce, but all Dillon knew
was that he had to cum right now.  Dara was sucking his cock, and he
quickly pulled the long shaft out of her mouth and started rubbing it like
mad.  Laurel was licking his thighs, making his erection throb heavily, and
he put his other hand behind Dara's head and held her close to him.  She
looked up at her brother, her lips open and glistening with pre-cum that
had leaked out of his cock while she was sucking.  She licked her lips,
taking some of the pre-cum into her mouth -- and Dillon's cock exploded
like a bomb.  The first spurt hit Dara's lips and splattered over her nose
and right eye and up into her hair.  Some sperm went up her nose, and her
eye was soaked with it.  The second spurt was stronger than the first,
starting at Dara's chin and covering the whole left side of her face with
sperm.  Dillon ejaculated like a horse, and Laurel helped him along by
putting her hand on his scrotum and squeezing his testicles, making the boy
gasp as two more big spurts sprayed out of from his cock.  Dara's face was
almost completely covered with a thick coating of warm semen, even though
her mouth was still open and some of the cum had gone down her throat.  She
swallowed twice, and her whole body quivered as she had an orgasm from the
heavenly taste of her brother's jism.  Dillon squeezed out the last of his
sperm, dumping it in Dara's eyes -- and he felt his cock stiffen as he
realized her eyes were OPEN, even with all the sperm there.  That gave him
another little jolt, and he felt another glob of jism ooze out of his cock
into her eyes.  She was looking at him, her eyes awash with his semen, and
it looked like she was crying cum.  He thought she had never looked hotter
than she did right then, and he ran his other hand through her hair, which
made the girl grin a little.

   CHAPTER 20: The Presentation, Part 3 - Dara Gets Fucked

   Bruce realized he was shaking, and his face was covered with sweat, from
the excitement of watching what Dillon had done to Dara.  He looked down at
Helen, and her face was flushed a deep red, and he knew she had enjoyed it,
too.  She moved one hand over to his cock, and he realized as she touched
it that it was fully erect and throbbing.  Bruce looked over at Dara, her
face coated with her brother's semen, and suddenly he wanted her more than
he had ever wanted anything in his life.  It was so perverted, so dirty --
a girl performing fellatio on her own brother until he dumped his load all
over her sweet face.  Dillon was coming over to sit down on the coffee
table beside his mother, and Bruce stood up and stepped over to where Dara
was still on her knees on the carpet.  Laurel was beside her, rubbing her
sister's arm as Dara blinked, trying to clear her eyes a little.  She
raised her hand to her face, about to use her fingers to clear some of the
sperm out of her eyes, but Bruce grabbed her wrist and told her to leave
it. The girl looked up at him as best she could, warm semen oozing slowly
down her forehead into her eyes and more of it starting to drip off her
cheeks onto her massive breasts.  She knew Bruce was going to make love to
her and Laurel, but she didn't know who was going to be next -- and she was
thrilled when Bruce took her hand and helped her stand up.  He walked her
slowly around the room, with her teetering in her ballet pumps and walking
with her knees bent.  She had been on her knees so long, the pain of
walking in the fetish shoes was more intense than before, making her ankles
and calves ache badly.  Bruce took her around so all the guests could see
how much sperm was on her face and in her hair, even walking her over to
the doors to the Grand Foyer so the guests out there could see what Dillon
had done to her.  Then he led her back to the fireplace, and told her he
was going to make love to her.  He moved a barstool over in front of the
fireplace and told Dara to sit on it, then to lean all the way back so her
legs were hanging off one side of the stool and her upper body was upside
down on the other side.  Her butt plug was rubbing hard against the edge of
the seat, making her wince in pain as Laurel helped her lean back and down.
Bruce told Laurel to get on her knees and let Data's head rest on her
shoulder, so the two girls' faces were side by side, their ears touching as
they looked up at Bruce, Laurel looking so sweet and beautiful, and Dara
looking like a street whore after a long bukkake session with ten men. 
Bruce's erection was throbbing heavily as he positioned the head of his
cock against Dara's slit.  Her cunt was dripping, and he slid inside her
easily, making her gasp loudly as he penetrated her.  He drove into her
hard, wanting the whole length of his cock in her vagina, and the girl made
little mewling noises of satisfaction as her twat was filled with cock
meat. Dara opened her mouth a little as Bruce stared at her, and licked her
lips as she looked up at him with Dillon's sperm still in her eyes. 
Laurel's head was moving in rhythm with her sister's body as Dara jerked
from Bruce's deep thrusts.  Laurel looked up at Bruce and whispered, "Fuck
her..." and Bruce gave Dara a savage series of thrusts that left her
gasping and sweating.  Laurel grinned a little and moved her arms so she
could bring her hands up under Dara's arms and caress her breasts.  Dara
let out a moan as her sister touched her big silicone jugs, and then Laurel
took the chain connecting Dara's nipple clamps and pulled it up until it
was taut.  Dara gasped, holding her breath, and then she let out a little
scream as Laurel wiggled the chain and Dara's nipples exploded in pain. 
Bruce was driving into her vagina like a piston, and it felt like his big
cock was splitting her open.  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around
his waist, holding her against him as he thrust into her faster.  Laurel
lifted the chain so the tension was stronger, not moving the chain, just
holding it, and Dara's face clouded over with pain and frustration.  The
alligator clips were biting into her sensitive nipples with no relief, and
it was driving her crazy.  The tension made her reflexively clench her
buttocks, and that caused her pussy to tighten up, gripping Bruce's cock
like a hand in a glove.  Bruce groaned and held her hips in place as he
gave her a few more violent thrusts, and then he ejaculated inside her. 
Dara cried out as she felt the warm gush of his sperm filling her vagina,
and she had five orgasms in a row, wringing out her body and leaving her
gasping for breath.  Bruce was holding her hips hard against him, grinding
his groin into hers as he looked at the two faces staring up at him.  Dara
unconsciously inhaled some of Dillon's sperm that had run down over her
nose, and she coughed, then sniffed strongly to bring the sperm into her
throat so she could swallow it.  Bruce's ejaculation was even heavier than
when he had fucked Helen, and his cock felt drained.  He pulled out of
Dara's slit, and Laurel helped her lie down next to her mother, in the same
position, with her vagina elevated to keep Bruce's precious sperm inside
her.  Dara's ballet pumps were on top of the coffee table like Helen's, and
the guests had a good view of their two slits, each leading to a vagina
filled with Bruce's semen.

   CHAPTER 21: The Presentation, Part 4 - Dillon Gets Sucked Again

   Bruce again came over and sat on the coffee table beside the two women
he had fucked, and Helen and Dara looked up at him with smiles on their
faces.  They both felt lucky to receive the gift of his sperm, and they
both hoped they would get pregnant tonight.  But for the moment it was
important for Bruce to rest up and relax a little, so he would be able to
complete the evening by hopefully impregnating Laurel.  It was also
important to keep the guests entertained, and Laurel had some instructions
from her mother about that.  The girl went to the area in front of the
fireplace where all the guests could see her.  She bent down and put some
soft music on the CD player, and as the music began, Laurel started to
dance naked for the audience.  She looked almost like a ballet dancer in
her pumps, standing on her toes like a ballerina as she swayed back and
forth.  She had taken two years of ballet and she knew the basic moves. 
Her dance training helped her stand for this long in the pumps without the
pain in her ankles becoming overwhelming.  Each time she moved, she could
feel the butt plug shifting in her rectum, making her grimace in pain as
she tried to smile.  The straps around her waist held the plug so deep in
her ass, it felt like it would come out of her mouth.  As she danced, the
chain between her nipple clamps flashed in the light, sending bright
reflections all over the room.  Her breasts were aching from the pain of
the clamps, radiating out from her nipples through her whole chest, and her
back was hurting from being upright for so long.  The sheer weight of her
new boobs put a severe strain on her back, and the ache never seemed to go
away.

   Laurel danced for about ten minutes while everyone watched, and then she
asked Dillon to come up with her.  She had him stand in the same pose as
when she and Dara were sucking him off, with his arms folded across his
chest, and she started to dance around him, running her hands all over his
body without quite touching him.  His cock was soft when she started -- and
even then it hung down about seven inches -- but everyone could see it
stiffen little by little as he looked at Laurel's bare body shimmering in
the light.  Laurel began touching him lightly all over, grazing her
fingertips along his arms and legs, reaching up to ruffle his hair, bending
down to touch his ankles lightly -- and then she touched his penis, just
the slightest momentary touch with two of her fingers on the tip, and the
penis jerked like it had touched a live electric wire.  It sprang up past
horizontal and got visibly longer, sticking out like a tree branch.  Laurel
fell to her knees in front of her brother, then leaned forward until her
face was resting on Dillon's feet.  She started to kiss his bare feet, and
Dillon grinned as his face reddened a little.  Laurel lifted her upper body
and crawled forward on her knees until she was up against Dillon, and then
she put both arms around his thighs, her head just below his erection, and
started to kiss the front of his thighs.  His cock stuck straight out above
her head, throbbing as he received her kisses.

   Laurel tilted her head back and brought her mouth up against the bottom
of Dillon's scrotum and started to nuzzle his testicles, rubbing her whole
face against his scrotum, kissing the wrinkled sac, moaning quietly as she
kissed and licked his groin.  Dillon felt like his cock was going to burst.
He finally reached down and held Laurel by her ears, jerking her head up
and poking the head of his cock against her lips.  She opened her lips and
took his erection in her mouth, then gagged loudly and coughed as Dillon
tried to force the full length of his massive cock down her throat.  He
just couldn't wait any longer, and Laurel tried to control her gag reflex
long enough to open her throat, but he was pushing too hard, and she kept
gagging on the head of his cock.  It was just so big!  There were still two
inches of cock sticking out of her mouth, and Dillon was desperate to stuff
it all down her throat.  He was giving her little thrusts as he tried to
work those last two inches into her mouth, but he just couldn't do it. 
Finally Laurel was able to relax her throat, and Dillon groaned with
satisfaction as he watched his cock disappear.  Laurel's throat was bulging
visibly with the massive head of the cock, and little ripples could be seen
as she tried to swallow the cock head, to take it completely down her
throat.  When she felt Dillon's pubic hair against her lips, she tightened
her lips around the base of his cock and mewled contentedly, knowing she
had succeeded in deep-throating her brother.  She could feel his scrotum
against her chin as she worked her lips around in his pubic hair, feeling
his cock twitching in her mouth.  She moved her tongue against the base of
the cock, and Dillon's whole body gave a little jerk.  He pulled her head
back a little, so some of his cock reappeared, and then thrust into her
mouth again, driving into her until her lips were again buried in his pubic
hair.

   Laurel started sucking on Dillon's cock now, sucking so hard that her
cheeks were caved in sharply between her teeth.  Dillon let her suck for a
while, then pulled most of his erection out of her mouth so just the head
was inside, and then he thrust down her throat as deep as he could. 
Laurel's eyes widened as the heavy cock meat impaled her, and Dillon said
urgently, "Suck!" Slurping sounds came from the girl's mouth as she obeyed,
pushing her head forward so her face was pressed into her brother's groin.
Her lips moved in the nest of his pubic hair, encircling the base of his
cock tightly as she worked on it.  She was going crazy over the cock,
slurping at it, her arms around Dillon's legs and her hands caressing his
buttocks.  She worked two fingers in between his clenched buttocks and
touched his anus, and Dillon jerked like he had been shocked with
electricity.  He gripped Laurel's head and forced it into his crotch, sweat
pouring off his face as he looked down at his sister.  He started to fuck
Laurel's mouth like it was a pussy, holding her head in place and thrusting
in and out, pulling almost the full length of his cock out of her mouth
with each stroke, then plunging down her throat again.  Laurel's long red
hair was flying around as her body jerked under Dillon's assault, and her
big boobs were bouncing like basketballs on her chest.  She forced her
fingers into his asshole, and Dillon made a groaning sound and ejaculated
in her mouth.

   Laurel choked on the first huge spurt of cum that filled her throat, but
she was able to swallow it quickly as Dillon gave her another and another.
His cock was so embedded so deep in her mouth, the hot semen flooding from
it was already halfway down her throat when it came out, and just ran down
into her stomach.  Dillon began to pull back a little as his spurts
continued, and a big gush of cum spewed out onto Laurel's tongue.  She
swallowed it, then swallowed twice more as even larger globs of sperm
wetted her tongue.  She still had tow fingers in his asshole, and she moved
her other hand to his scrotum and squeezed his massive testicles, wanting
all of his sperm inside her, and she gave a little yelp as she was rewarded
with a big flood that almost ran out of her mouth before she could swallow
it.  Her stomach felt bloated from all the jism she had ingested as Dillon
filled her mouth and throat again and again.  Finally his flow eased off,
and he took his cock out of Laurel's mouth.  It was still massively erect
and Laurel stared at it like it was her god.  She gently took the cock meat
in both hands and kissed the head of the cock, then rubbed it over her
cheeks as strings of sperm dribbled out, soiling her face.

   CHAPTER 22: The Presentation, Part 5 - Laurel Gets Raped

   Bruce had watched Laurel dancing for the audience, and when she started
sucking her brother's cock, Bruce felt his own penis begin to stiffen
again. He had already screwed Helen and Dara, but the intensity of Laurel's
performance inflamed him.  He could see that it was NOT just a performance
-- this little slut really enjoyed cocks, and couldn't get enough of them.
When Dillon ejaculated in her mouth, Bruce's penis was fully erect and hard
like a rock, and it was all he could do to wait until Dillon was finished
cumming.  But Bruce was feeling something new toward Laurel: anger.  She
had always been his favorite among the three females at the inn -- her long
red hair, her milky white skin, her freckles, her sweet face, her slim arms
and legs, the gap between her legs that was there even when she stood with
her legs together -- all these things made her very special to him.  Helen
was looking more dumpy every day, with her sagging tits and her stretch
marks and her flabby wrinkled labia, and Dara had never been pretty -- she
had big tits and a fuckhole between her legs, but her face was so plain, it
was painful to look at.  Bruce felt like any nigger buck would feel, living
in a house with three white girls -- fuck them all as many times as you
can, but make love to the best one, and Laurel was the best one here. 
Bruce had a secret notion of marrying her some day, and giving her about a
dozen babies that would look just like him, so everybody that saw them
would know that she had opened her legs for a nigger boy.  The image
thrilled him, but when he saw Laurel giving herself to another boy -- her
little brother, for Christ's sake!  -- jealousy ate away at his insides. 
He wanted her for himself, and he hated Dillon for what he did to his
sister.  It was worse because Dillon's hard-on was as big as Bruce's
erection, and the little bastard was only 14.  Niggers are supposed to have
bigger cocks than white boys, everybody knew that.  This little white
asshole was shoving his big cock down his sister's throat, and Bruce felt
the anger sizzling within him.  But his anger did not diminish his erection
at all -- in fact, his cock felt like an iron rod sticking straight out
from his groin.  But instead of making love to Laurel, he wanted to punish
her with his cock, to hurt her as much as she had hurt him when she gave
herself so freely to her brother right in front of him.  That Dillon was
white just made it worse for Bruce -- it was the same old story he had
lived with all his life, with the white guy getting the best girls.  There
is nothing a nigger boy like Bruce hates as much as having sex with a
nigger girl -- their cunts are incredibly loose and foul-smelling, their
inner labia hang out like pork rinds, and their big fat asses are ugly as
sin.  Laurel was so completely the opposite of that -- she was a nigger
boy's wet dream, or she had been until she offered her body to her brother.
Now all Bruce wanted to do was hurt her.

   He stood up suddenly, and stepped over to where Laurel was still on her
knees in front of Dillon, his creamy sperm glistening on her sweet face. 
Bruce took Dillon's arm and shooed him over to sit with his mother and his
other sister, and looked down at Laurel.  She smiled up at him, not knowing
what he was thinking.  He jerked her to her feet, making her wince in pain
as she stood teetering in her ballet pumps.  After such a long time on her
knees, the shoes were incredibly painful, wrenching her ankles and feet
into an unnatural position.  Bruce pulled over the same barstool he had
used when he screwed Dara, and pushed Laurel onto it.  The girl was glad to
get off her feet, but as she smiled up at Bruce, she was the look on his
face and knew something was going on -- he looked mad as hell.  He quickly
proved he was mad, by shoving her shoulders back hard that she almost fell
off the stool.  She frowned and tried to grab his arm to support herself,
but Bruce solved that problem for her -- by grabbing the chain that
connected her nipple clamps.  He pulled the chain up, lifting Laurel's
upper body by her breasts, and the girl gave a howl of pain as her nipples
and areolas were sharply and suddenly distended.  She frantically tried to
sit up, to ease the pain in her breasts, but Bruce pushed her shoulder
down, forcing her to balance on the stool, her legs hanging off one side
while he held her upper body in place on the other side.  Her back was at a
45-degree angle, and she was leaning too far back to avoid the nipple
clamps supporting some of her weight, and her face clouded over with
frustration and humiliation as she realized Bruce was doing this to her on
purpose.

   The pain in Laurel's breasts was intense and sharp, like bee stings The
metal alligator clips bit harshly into the stiff cones of her erect
nipples, and it felt like her areolas were being torn off.  She mewled like
a wounded animal as she tried again to get hold of Bruce's arms and pull
herself up, but he kept shaking her hands away.  He pulled the chain a
little higher, and Laurel yelped in pain, closing her eyes as tears started
to run down her cheeks.  Helen and Dara, watching from their positions at
the coffee table, yelled at Bruce to take it easy, but he growled at them
to go to hell.  They were both surprised at Bruce's behavior, especially
Helen -- of course he had treated her like a slut sometimes, but she liked
it, not like what was happening to Laurel.  But Helen and Dara couldn't
move because they needed to keep their vaginas elevated to help them get
pregnant.  Now Laurel raised her legs and wrapped them around Bruce's
waist, trying to support her body that way -- but Bruce reached around and
slapped her legs away, and told her to spread them and hold them up in the
air.  Laurel grunted in pain as she spread her slim legs wide apart, the
pain in her leg muscles shooting through her like an electric jolt.  Her
thighs were aching and her stomach muscles were burning like they were on
fire.  Her back muscles felt even worse, from the double strain of
supporting her big silicone boobs, and now trying to support her upper body
weight to take some of the strain off her tortured nipples.

   With Bruce pulling her body up by her breasts, the huge masses of
Laurel's breast tissue were distended, shaped more like cones than soccer
balls, and the nipples were elongated where the alligator clips were biting
into them.  Laurel was terrified that her nipples might get torn off, and
she was trying desperately to lift herself with her back muscles -- and
then Dillon got up from the coffee table and stepped over quickly to stand
behind his sister with his hands on her shoulders.  The blessed relief made
Laurel let out an explosive breath that she didn't realize she had been
holding.  Bruce glared at Dillon, but Dillon glared right back, and lifted
Laurel's shoulders a little.  Bruce jerked on the chain, making the girl
yelp in pain, but he didn't try to lift her any higher.  He used his other
hand to position the head of his hard cock against Laurel's slit, then
thrust into her as hard as he could, making her whole body jerk and forcing
a loud grunt of pain from her.  He dropped the chain and put both hands on
her hips and started to rape her -- and that's what it was, rape, not just
fucking, and certainly not making love.  There was no love in what Bruce
was doing to Laurel, just brutal forced intercourse, which is the
definition of rape.  He pounded his big cock into her again and again while
she stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.  She was crying
harder now, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.  Little grunts of
pain were forced out of her with each raping stroke of the cock in her
gaping pussy.  Her whole pelvic area was aching already, like she was
having a massive cramp, and Bruce's violent thrusting was causing small
tears in the walls of her vagina, which hurt like small knife cuts.  Her
twat was bleeding, and some of the guests could see streaks of her blood on
Bruce's cock each time he pulled it almost all the way out of her, only to
plunge back into her savagely.

   Laurel felt her stomach lurch, and she knew she was going to throw up.
It had been hours since she had eaten any food, but her stomach was full of
Dillon's thick sperm that she had swallowed, and it was coming up.  She
turned her head and whispered to Dillon, and he reached over and grabbed a
large cup from one of the tables that had been set up for the guests. 
Dillon barely got the cup up near Laurel's mouth when she turned her head
and retched violently, and a huge stream of yellowish cream poured out of
her mouth into the cup -- a mixture of Dillon's sperm and Laurel's stomach
acid.  She vomited again, and again, and she even had sperm running out of
her nose into the cup.  After she dumped one more load of vomit in the cup,
she was done for the moment.  She tried to wipe the strings of vomit off
her face and chin -- but then she saw Bruce staring at her with an odd
expression on his face.  He leaned down, still thrusting his hips, still
raping Laurel without a pause -- and he rasped at her, "Drink it!" Laurel
grimaced at the very thought of drinking the horrible mess that almost
filled the large cup -- she could smell it, and she felt her stomach lurch
like she was going to vomit some more.  She closed her eyes and breathed
through her mouth, but then Bruce reached out and slapped her!  Dillon
yelled at him, but Bruce gestured at the cup Dillon was still holding. 
"Drink every drop, you white bitch, or I'll rip your cunt to pieces." He
jerked his hips against her, giving her several hard, violent thrusts that
left her gasping and breathless.  She turned her head to look at her
brother, and with tears of shame in her eyes, she nodded at him.  She
turned back to the cup, the vile smell filling her nostrils as Dillon held
the cup to her lips and tilted it, and Laurel started to drink her own
vomit.

   Laurel gagged on the thick jism, but managed to swallow the first
mouthful.  There were yellowish streaks of her own stomach acid mixed in
with Dillon's semen, and the acid burned her mouth, but she took another
mouthful and swallowed it, her face twisted into a mask of disgust.  Bruce
never stopped screwing her, and her head kept jerking back and forth as he
thrust into her, spilling a little of the sperm down her chin, where it
dripped down onto her breasts.  Then Bruce humiliated Laurel again -- he
told Dillon to tilt her head back and pour some of the semen in her nose!
He wanted Laurel to sniff it up and swallow it that way, and her face
darkened as she looked at Bruce, wondering why he was being so mean to her.
But she knew he was in control, so she let Dillon tilt her head back until
it was almost upside down, and then she closed her eyes and clamped her
mouth shut while he carefully poured a little of the warm jism into her
nostrils.  Laurel almost panicked as the thick cream filled her nostrils,
but she managed to sniff deeply, and the sperm was drawn down into the back
of her throat.  She hacked like she was clearing her throat, and the sperm
ended up at the base of her tongue.  She swallowed it, feeling her stomach
lurch again, and then Dillon again filled her nostrils with the horrible
juice.  The girl sniffed it up again and swallowed it, and then Bruce
gestured for her to go back to drinking the sperm from the cup.  She felt
some of the sticky jism running out of her nose as she took another
mouthful and swallowed it, and finally it was all gone.  Bruce gave her a
really hard thrust, making her head jerk backward and hurting her neck, and
he grinned at her cruelly.  She felt a wave of nausea in her midsection,
and she turned her head and vomited again, while Dillon tried to hold the
cup near her mouth and catch the globs of sperm oozing out of her mouth. 
She finally finished vomiting, and spit several times into the cup -- and
then, without waiting for Bruce to say anything, she raised her hand and
put it on Dillon's hand and tilted the cup so she could drink the large
load of vomit.  But Bruce stopped her with a word and a glare.  She looked
at him, unable to figure out what he was up to now -- and he told Dillon to
pour the scum on her face.  Laurel felt her face flush with shame and
humiliation, and she looked pleadingly at Bruce, hoping for just a tiny bit
of consideration -- but Bruce just shook his head at her.  Dillon raised
the cup and Laurel closed her eyes as she felt the warm scum oozing down
over her forehead and cheeks.  It got in her eyes because she didn't have
them closed tight enough, and it stung like acid.  She reflexively opened
her eyes, and that made it a lot worse as her eyes were flooded with the
smelly mixture of bodily fluids.  The jism dripped down her cheeks, and
some of it oozed over her lips and got in her mouth.  She swallowed it
without thinking, and she felt tears of terrible shame rolling down her
cheeks.

   Bruce hadn't stopped raping her for a moment during all this, and now he
came up with a new way to hurt and embarrass her.  He reached down and
unfastened the small buckle on the strap holding her butt plug in place. 
The strap fell away, and Laurel felt the plug slip down a little inside her
rectum.  But it remained in place, and that wasn't what Bruce wanted.  He
leaned closer to her scum-drenched face and barked at her, "I'm gonna fuck
the shit out of you!" as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.  His groin
slammed into hers so hard that she thought she would faint, but she stayed
conscious as he rammed his erection into her over and over again, rough and
hard.  He spoke to her again in the same raspy tone.  "Shit out that damn
butt plug -- pretend it's a big turd in your fucking ass." He thrust into
her pussy hard, and Laurel clenched her buttocks, straining like she was on
the toilet, trying to expel the butt plug from her body.  The clenching of
her buttocks made her vaginal muscles contract at the same time, and Bruce
felt her cunt gripping his big cock tightly, like she was jacking him off
with her hand.  His erection stiffened inside her, and he bucked against
her groin, thrusting so hard that her whole body was jerking violently. 
She was still straining, trying to force the butt plug out of her, and she
mewled in frustration when it didn't move.  She took a breath and strained
again, and finally the plus slid down a little in her bowel.  She kept
straining, and Bruce told her, "Push!  Pretend it's a baby and you're
giving birth -- work that plastic turd out of your ass!" Laurel was
humiliated and tired, her whole body drenched with sweat, and she gave a
hard push -- and the dildo finally slid out of her rectum and fell to the
carpet beside the barstool.  It was covered with her shit, and all the
guests could see it, but Bruce was more interested in getting something
else out of her ass.  He banged his cock into her savagely, muttering "Fuck
the shit out of you..." over and over, and finally there was a loud pooping
sound as Laurel's anus released a fart, and then a long brown turd slid
slowly out of her asshole and plopped down on the carpet.  Bruce kept up
his hard thrusting until two more turds were expelled from Laurel's tight
little ass.

   Bruce was ready to cum, but he wanted to hurt Laurel one last time, so
he jerked on the chain between her nipple clamps, distending her areolas
again and forcing an angry scream from her throat.  The sound was enough to
send him over the edge.  He buried his cock in her cunt, holding her hips
tight against his groin, and ejaculated so hard, it felt like his testicles
were moving between his legs.  His sperm was on fire as it burned its way
through his throbbing erection and spurted into Laurel's open twat.  The
girl gasped as the flood of semen filled her pussy, and the base of Bruce's
cock rubbing against her erect clit gave her an orgasm like she had never
had before.  Her head seemed to explode as an electric jolt hit between her
legs, making her whole body jerk wildly.  She clenched her buttocks
involuntarily, and another big turd slid out of her ass and plopped down on
the carpet.  Bruce really was fucking the shit out of her, and the smell of
feces suddenly filled the room, mixed with the unmistakable smell of
Laurel's creamy vaginal secretions that were leaking out of her fuckhole
and running down her thighs.  Her face, still covered with Dillon's cum she
had vomited up, glistened in the light as she gasped from the force of a
whole series of orgasms that just wouldn't stop.  She convulsed as the
sheer power of Bruce's cock made her his slave.  No matter what he had done
to her, no matter how much he had humiliated her, she felt like she would
do anything to prolong this heavenly feeling of raw sexuality.  She felt
like the lowest whore in creation, and when she remembered all the people
sitting there watching her get completely screwed, it gave her another hot
orgasm.  Bruce was still pumping his seething hot jism into her splayed
pussy, and the girl couldn't help wrapping her long legs around his waist,
wanting him to stay inside her forever.

   Finally Bruce finished dumping his load, and he pulled his cock out of
Laurel's gaping twat.  He put his other hand between her legs and ran his
fingernail over her erect clit, and Laurel's body jerked like she was being
electrocuted.  The biggest orgasm of her life hit her like a physical blow,
like someone had punched her in the gut, and she convulsed, bending at the
waist as her legs came up in the air.  She was making a low noise in her
throat as the orgasm swept through her body, and finally she relaxed, and
would have fallen off the stool if Dillon hadn't held onto her shoulders.
He helped his sister down off the stool and walked her slowly over to the
coffee table, where she lay down on her back beside her mother, with Dara
on the other side of Helen.  Laurel lay down with a pillow under her hips,
and lifted her ballet pumps up onto the table so she could wait half an
hour while Bruce's sperm ran down into her fallopian tubes.  She had hated
him while he was raping her, but now all she could think about was his hot
semen inside her body, hopefully getting her pregnant right at that moment.

   CHAPTER 23: The Presentation Concludes

   The guests applauded as Laurel got into place beside her mother and her
sister.  This was the end of the formal presentation of the Synchronicity
and Symbols Retreat Program, but Helen had told the guests they were
welcome to stay and have coffee or other refreshments and talk among
themselves, or to talk with her or family.  One man came up with his wife,
and asked if both on them could touch her and her daughters -- they just
wanted something tactile to make the whole experience more vivid for them.
Helen smiled and said of course.  The man and woman ran their fingertips
over Helen's forearm, and Dara's and Laurel's, but Helen told them they
could have more -- and she opened her legs a little and invited them to
touch her slit.  Small globs of Bruce's sperm were still visible in her
pubic hair and on the edges of her slit, and she moved her knees wider
apart so the guests could touch her.  They put their fingers between her
legs tentatively, and the woman closed her eyes as she got a little of
Bruce's sperm on her fingertip.  She looked at Helen with a question in her
eyes, and Helen smiled slightly and gave a small nod -- and the woman
brought her finger up to her lips and licked up the sperm.  She closed her
eyes, then swallowed it and looked at her husband, and he grinned at her.
It warmed Helen's heart to see two people so obviously in love and in sync
with each other, and she pointed at Dara and Laurel, gesturing that it was
OK to feel their slits, too, and this time the man put one hand between
each girl's legs and sampled both of them at the same time.  He brought his
fingers to his wife's mouth, and wiped the small globs of Bruce's jism on
her lips.  She smiled, then licked her lips and swallowed gratefully.  The
couple thanked Helen for a great retreat presentation, then moved on so
other guests could talk to her.

   Helen and her daughters let most of the guests touch their private parts
while they lay there with their vaginas elevated for another half hour. 
Finally the last of the guests drifted out, going back up to their rooms or
leaving the inn, and Helen told the girls they could get up, but to be
careful not to do anything strenuous that might dislodge their fetuses, if
they did get pregnant from Bruce's sperm.  The girls grinned at each other
and got up slowly, taking off the horrible ballet pumps as quickly as they
could, followed by the nipple clamps.  Helen and Dara removed their butt
plugs, and Laurel went over and picked up hers where it had fallen on the
carpet.  Helen tossed all the stuff in a paper bag, and she and the girls
went upstairs to clean up.

   CHAPTER 24: Helen's True Feelings About Bruce

   Bruce and Dillon had already gone upstairs, and Helen found Bruce in
their room.  She wanted to talk about how he had treated Laurel, and Bruce
opened up to her as he never had before in their relationship.  Helen had
always acted respectfully toward him, as she was respectful of people of
every color and creed she met.  Running a bed and breakfast meant she had
met and dealt with a wide variety of people, and not all of those dealings
had been smooth and easy -- but she had never allowed even a tinge of
racism to affect her thoughts or actions.

   Until now.

   She knew Bruce was sensitive about being a nigger -- yes, that's what
her parents had taught her to call anybody with a drop of black blood in
them.  She tried to suppress these teachings from her parents when she
dealt with customers at the inn and in her daily life -- but deep down, she
still thought of them as niggers, and now Bruce's maltreatment of her
daughter had uncovered Helen's true feelings.  Her parents had drilled into
her the truth niggers: they smelled bad, they had oily skin, the girls had
huge asses, and the boys had big cocks.  There were no nigger "men" or
"women" -- only "boys" and "girls" no matter how old they were.  No nigger
boy ever could be satisfied by having sex with a nigger girl because all
nigger girls had vaginas that were big and loose.  This was because nigger
girls let dogs, donkeys, and horses fuck them, and that stretched their
cunts and made them loose.  Nigger bucks only enjoyed sex when they were
screwing a white woman, and the whiter the better.  This was why Bruce's
rape of Laurel was so offensive to Helen -- because of Laurel's pale white
skin, the milky smoothness that made her look so fragile.  The sight of
Bruce pounding his big cock into Laurel's vagina while he hurt her breasts
had awakened all of Helen's memories of what her parents taught her, and
she was inflamed with hatred for Bruce and for all niggers.

   But she wanted to hurt Bruce in a very special way, and she couldn't do
that here and now -- some planning was required.  She thought about the
nigger baby that might be growing in her womb right now, and she almost
threw up.  And her two daughters were upstairs with their vaginas full of
Bruce's niggery semen -- the worst thing that can happen to a white girl.
But Helen wanted them pregnant because she had some ideas about a new
retreat where she, and they, needed to be hugely pregnant, and the color of
the babies wouldn't matter for the retreat.  She started thinking about
Bruce's role in the presentation, and a cruel smile crossed her face as she
began to work on some possibilities.

   CHAPTER 25: Good News from the OB-GYN

   Helen kept checking her body temperature and her daughters' for the next
few days, and found that all three of them had a temperature spike of about
half a degree, 24 hours after the retreat ended.  This was precisely the
timing she had read about, and meant all three of them had almost certainly
been ovulating when Bruce made love to them.  Helen discontinued the
temperature ritual, figuring they were pregnant or they weren't, and only
time would confirm it or not.  She needed to set up appointments for all
three of them with an OB-GYN, but she didn't want to use her regular
doctor. She called the doctor who had done her breast implants, and he told
her about an old man who had been an OB-GYN until his medical license was
revoked, something about with having sex with his patients while they were
in the stirrups in his office.  Apparently the doctor liked to insert
objects in his patients' cunts, and one large bottle that he forced into a
16-year-old girl's pussy had torn her vaginal walls, requiring surgery, and
he couldn't explain away the injuries.  Now he saw women and girls who
wanted cheap care for their female parts and didn't mind paying with
personal services.  Helen called him for an appointment, and he said he
could see them next week, so she took Dara and Laurel and drove to his
"office," which turned out to be a threadbare room in a transient hotel in
Harrisburg, the same city where all three of them had received their breast
implants, about forty miles from the inn.

   The doctor was in his 60s and smelled like he hadn't showered in at
least a week, but he could check to see if they were pregnant, and he
didn't charge anything -- at least not in money.  He started with Helen,
telling her to take off her clothes and get up on his exam table, which was
in one corner of the room, with no privacy at all.  She stripped and sat on
the table, then leaned back and put her feet in the stirrups so her legs
were wide apart and her groin was totally exposed.  The doctor took only a
few minutes to withdraw some urine from her pee hole and test it.  She knew
she could have used a home pregnancy test, but she wanted to have a doctor
do it and be sure of the results.  And then the doctor smiled at her and
told her she was pregnant!  He reached out and ran his finger along her
slit, and Helen knew this was part of his "fee," so she opened her legs a
little more and made a little moan.  It seemed to excite the doctor that
Dara and Laurel were right there watching as he touched their mother so
intimately -- he was sweating, and his hand trembled a little as he
inserted two fingers in Helen's slit.  She gasped as he penetrated her, and
moved her hips as he swished his fingers around inside her vagina.  She was
soaking wet, and there was a squishing sound as he started finger-fucking
her.  She moaned louder and louder, then had an orgasm that left her
breathless.  Helen had figured she would have to fake a response, and
that's how it started -- but the old man knew how to finger a woman, and
her orgasm was very real.

   Dara was next.  After Helen got off the table, she started to put on her
clothes, but the doctor told her to stay naked, and she smiled and dropped
her jeans on the chair where she had left them.  After Dara stripped and
got up in the stirrups, it took only a few minutes to test her urine as he
had done with her mother, and he told Dara she was pregnant.  Helen leaned
down and hugged Dara as Laurel squeezed her hand happily.  Then the doctor
told them to move away, and Helen and Laurel went to the other side of the
room while the doctor collected his fee -- by sticking two fingers up
Dara's ass.  The girl frowned and squirmed uncomfortably as the doctor
forced his fingers further into her rectum, stretching her anal sphincter
painfully, He finger-fucked her anus for a while, using his other hand to
pinch her enormous breasts.  After he played with her for a while, he told
her to get down, and Laurel took off her clothes and got up on the table.

   The doctor said he was going to use a different procedure to extract
Laurel's urine, and he worked the tip of a catheter into her pee hole.  As
he started to push the plastic line into her urethra, Laurel squirmed and
moved her hips because of the pain.  Helen asked the doctor why he was
doing that to Laurel, and the doctor turned his head to look at her.  He
smiled thinly as he answered, "Because I can." Helen frowned, but said
nothing as he forced more of the catheter into Laurel's body.  The girl was
sweating now, and clenching her fists as a way of dealing with the intense
pain.  Finally the catheter entered her bladder, and the doctor withdrew a
small amount of her urine into a test tube.  He started to withdraw the
catheter, and Laurel gasped and sat up a little as the pain increased.  She
closed her eyes tightly and held her breath until the plastic tube finally
emerged from her pee hole, and then she fell back onto the table and
relaxed, The doctor returned in a few minutes with the news that she, too,
was pregnant, and Helen and Dara held her hands and smiled with her.

   Laurel started to get up, but the doctor blocked her and told her there
was still the matter of his fee for examining her.  She lay back down and
opened her legs, but the doctor told her to stand up.  He wanted a blowjob,
and Laurel looked at her mother with disgust in her eyes, but Helen
motioned for her to go ahead and do it.  Laurel got down on her knees in
front of the old man and took his penis in her mouth and started to suck.
The doctor motioned for Helen to come and stand on his left side and Dara
on his right, and he put his arms around the two women as Laurel kept
sucking his penis.  He was hard now, and he turned his head and kissed
Helen, pressing her body against him as he kissed her deeply.  Then he
turned his head the other way and kissed Dara, sticking his tongue in her
mouth as he started to thrust his erection into Laurel's mouth.  He brought
his hands up so he could feel Helen's and Dara's big breasts as he jerked
his hips forward and back, using Laurel's mouth like a vagina while he
kissed her mother and her sister.  It didn't take long for Laurel to bring
him to a climax, and he shoved Helen and Dara away as he felt his
ejaculation starting.  He pulled his cock out of Laurel's mouth and dumped
his load on her face, getting some cum in her nose and in her eyes as he
coated her cheeks with his thick jism.  Laurel's pretty face was a real
mess when he finished, and he smiled meanly as he zipped up his pants. 
Laurel reached for a towel, but the doctor told her to leave the cum on her
face until she got back to the car.  Laurel glared at him angrily, but
Helen shook her head at her daughter.  It was better just to get out of
there.  The doctor told Laurel to be careful putting on her clothes -- he
wanted the sperm on her face to remain there as long as possible.  Laurel
carefully pulled her T-shirt over her head, holding it so it didn't touch
the messy scum on her face.  As she leaned down to put on her jeans, some
globs of sperm dripped down onto her T-shirt, and the doctor told her to
leave them there.  Laurel had tears in her eyes -- this was her favorite
T-shirt, and now she would have to throw it out.  The three of them left
the doctor's office, and at least a dozen people saw the warm semen on
Laurel's face and shirt as they walked out of the shabby hotel.  Some men
in the lobby were pointing at her and laughing, and Laurel heard "stupid
cocksucker" and "pretty little bitch" before they got outside.  She took
some tissues out of her purse and angrily wiped the sticky sperm off her
face and her shirt as tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks.

   CHAPTER 26: Pregnant and Loving It -- Most of the Time

   The next eight and a half months were fun for Helen and her daughters,
most of the time.  They all got morning sickness at the same time, and
laughed as they gathered around the toilet to throw up, taking turns.  Of
course it wasn't all fun -- their breasts started to ache when they were
four months along, and it didn't stop.  The reason was their silicone
implants, and the way the implants were done, by injecting liquid silicone
directly into their tits, using a long needle inserted through the nipple.
Each breast has 15 to 20 milk lobes arranged in a circular pattern around
the area under the areola and nipple, and each lobe had been filled with
silicone.  More silicone had been injected into the fatty tissue in the
breasts to help fill out their shape.  But the doctor, under Bruce's
instructions, had not told Helen or Dara or Laurel how this procedure would
affect their breasts.  Injecting liquid silicone into the milk glands in
their breasts had destroyed their ability to produce milk -- so none of
them would ever be able to breast-feed her baby.  In fact, no one would be
safe sucking from their breasts, because what would come out of their
nipples would be silicone, not milk.  Silicone is toxic when ingested, so
anyone sucking their nipples would get sick from it.  And if anyone did
nurse from their breasts, the silicone would flow out through the nipples
and destroy the breast augmentation, causing her breasts to sag and develop
heavy wrinkles and sunken areas where the silicone had been sucked out. 
Even if the silicone was not removed from the milk glands by sucking, it
was likely to start leeching into the breast tissue, possibly as early as a
year after the procedure.  The presence of free silicone in women's breast
tissue has been linked to potentially fatal connective tissue diseases like
dermatomyositis, scleroderma and lupus erythematosus, fibromyalgia (a
painful soft-tissue disease), and pulmonary fibrosis.  Helen, Dara and
Laurel were likely to develop at least one or two of these diseases within
three years after her breast augmentation, and the pain and medical
expenses would be considerable -- but none of this mattered to the doctor,
as long as he got his money.

   Of course Helen and the girls didn't know anything about this, and they
all just thought the ache in their breasts was due to their being pregnant.
Helen knew she hadn't felt this bad when she was carrying any of her three
children, but she figured she was older now, so that was probably the
reason for her pain.  Bruce knew the full story about the breast implants,
and every day he took perverse pleasure from watching Helen and her
daughters prepare for the births to come, knowing the babies would never be
able to nurse from their mothers' nippples -- it would kill them.  But it
was going to kill Helen's soul when Bruce revealed the truth to her, and it
was going to destroy Dara's and Laurel's young lives when they found out
they couldn't experience the greatest, most intimate delight of motherhood
-- nursing a baby.  He loved it every time one of the little whores
complained about pain in her breasts -- it's what a whore deserves for
having huge tits.  The girls were massaging each other's breasts, and the
massage sessions frequently turned into lovemaking, which Bruce was able to
watch unobserved by hiding in a closet and leaving the door open a bit. 
Watching those two little white sluts in a hot 69, each girl sucking her
sister's juicy cunt, making slurping noises and swallowing the vaginal
secretions hungrily, always gave Bruce a raging hard-on.  He had stolen a
pair of Laurel's panties some weeks ago, and he liked to wrap the skimpy
underwear around his cock while he masturbated, then dump his load there
when he finished.  He had used the panties so many times to beat off, now
they smelled like a dirty toilet, and they were caked with his dried semen.
He thought about using Laurel's own panties to gag her while he raped the
little bitch, and that stiffened his cock like steel and made him cum like
a horse.  Some of the warm sperm spilled out of the panties and oozed down
Bruce's thigh, and he scooped it up with the panties, then rolled them into
a tight ball until the next time he watched the girls make love.  Toward
the end of their pregnancies, when they were seven or eight months along
and had bellies to match their big tits, the sight of the two girls
slurping away at each other's groin was really hot.  Bruce would hide in
the closet and unroll Laurel's panties, wadded up since the last time he
used them, and his semen was all dried and caked on the silky fabric,
staining it permanently with deep yellowish blotches that darkened over
time and made it reek like a dirty toilet.  The smell was enough to give
Bruce a hard-on, and then he smoothed out the filthy panties and wrapped
them around his erection and started rubbing.  His only problem was holding
off -- sometimes the girls made love for two hours at a time, and Bruce
tried to delay his ejaculation as long as he could, but the sight and sound
of Laurel slurping up Dara's heavy vaginal secretions made him so hard,
like a steel rod, it was very easy to tip over into a climax.  Sometimes
Bruce stopped rubbing and took his hand off his cock, just letting it throb
while he watched the girls -- but several times he had started to ejaculate
without even touching his stiff cock!  And other times he would have a
quick hot orgasm, dumping his sticky load into Laurel's panties, and when
he was finished, he would start to rub his half-erect cock while he kept
watching, and pretty soon he would have another ejaculation.  His record
was four cums in one session, when Laurel and Dara were especially hot and
horny.  After that session, with Laurel's panties soaked and dripping with
his sperm, Bruce swiped one of her bras, an old lacy one from before she
got her breast implants, and started ejaculating on it, cumming like a
horse and filling the soft B-cups with his thick heavy semen.  Soon the bra
was as stiff and smelly as the panties, and Bruce kept them hidden in his
and Helen's room between sessions of watching her daughters make love.

   CHAPTER 27: Bruce's Evil Plan

   As Helen and the girls started their ninth month of pregnancy, with only
a few weeks to go until they were due to give birth, Bruce was looking for
ways to give them more pain and discomfort while they were carrying their
babies.  The physical strain of being pregnant was a lot of fun for him to
see, and it was better because all three of the pregnant sluts had those
huge silicone breasts bouncing around every time they moved.  Their backs
ached constantly from the weight of their big boobs, and with the babies
getting bigger every day, just standing up or walking around made them
grimace from the effort, and Bruce wanted to prolong their discomfort as
long as possible.  He called the OB-GYN to ask if there was some way to
delay the onset of labor, so the babies would keep growing inside their
mothers' wombs, getting bigger and bigger.  The doctor told him there was a
hormone that would do just that, and then explained a little about how
pregnancy works.

   The relationship between two different types of estrogen and a hormone
produced in the placenta is the mechanism for signaling labor.  Human
females have two types of estrogen called estradiol and estriol.  When they
occur in roughly equal amounts, there is no drive to labor, but the
opposite holds true when the amounts are unequal.  When the body produces a
higher level of estriol, the onset of labor is stimulated.  Normally,
estriol production increases around the 270th day of pregnancy, or near the
end of the ninth month.  A hormone in the placenta, called
corticotrophin-releasing hormone (CRH), rises rapidly through pregnancy,
peaking at the time of labor.  CRH levels rise earlier in women who deliver
prematurely and later in women who deliver late, forming a biological clock
that regulates the length of pregnancy.  The doctor told Bruce it was
possible to delay the onset of labor by having the pregnant woman ingest
estradiol in the form of a capsule, in order to increase the level of
estradiol in her body to meet or exceed the level of estriol being produced
when CRH levels rise, By balancing the levels of the two types of estrogen,
it is possible to delay the onset of pregnancy for an indefinite period.

   But the doctor cautioned Bruce that delaying labor more than a week
could be dangerous to the woman's health, due to the buildup of gases and
waste fluids in her womb.  If labor does not begin within a week of the
woman's delivery date, and the baby remains in the uterus while gases and
fluids build up in the placenta, they can reach toxic levels and deprive
the baby of oxygen, causing slow suffocation.  The baby can still be born
normally if labor is induced soon enough.  The doctor gave Bruce a supply
of estradiol capsules, enough for all three women, and told him to start
them about a week before their delivery dates.

   Bruce was one happy nigger as he drove back to the inn.  Hot damn! 
Three hugely pregnant white girls, and only HE would decide when to allow
them to give birth.  His cock was stiff like an iron rod just thinking
about Laurel's belly getting bigger and bigger, and her looking up at him
and asking if it's time to go to the hospital -- then swallowing the
hormone capsule he gave her to prevent her going into labor.  The power was
all his, and he started rubbing his cock through his pants as he drove.  It
was soon obvious that he had to do more than that, so he pulled off the
interstate and parked behind a caf� long enough to take out his cock and
beat off.  He had a picture of Laurel in his wallet, and he looked at it
while he masturbated, thinking about the girl's long red hair that matched
the wispy hair on her slit, and in a couple of minutes he groaned and
ejaculated heavily into Laurel's lace bra, which he had brought with him
just in case.  He dumped some warm sperm in each cup, then wadded up the
bra and left it on the seat to dry while he got back on the road.  By the
time he parked at the inn, his sperm had dried, and a crusty yellowish
coating was caked all over the bra.  He took it in and hid it so he could
use it again later.

   Bruce waited until a week before Helen and the girls were due to give
birth, than he told Helen he had picked up some vitamin supplements from
the OB-GYN, to help them feel better.  There were separate bottles for each
of them, and Helen thanked him and gave him a kiss, then called the girls
in and gave them their pill bottles.  There were enough pills for a month
for each of them, and Bruce smiled as he thought about what was going to
happen to them.

   CHAPTER 28: The Transformative Power of Sacred Places

   Helen had selected the Transformative Power of Sacred Places Retreat
Program to be adapted to feature her and her daughters, all of them heavily
pregnant.  The retreat was described like this on the Glowing Morn website:

   "What constitutes a sacred place?  It is a place where the quality of
the pervading energy encourages being completely "in the Now," encourages
immersion in the Ocean of Being, encourages the flow of love through all
beings and all things.  In this workshop we will explore the meaning and
power of sacred places in the world, in our area, in our own homes, and in
our bodies."

   Helen had developed a presentation that focused on the human body as the
center of the universe God had created, and she began by describing the
womb as the ultimate sacred place, the place where God in His wisdom
decreed that life shall begin, and the most revered place in any society
that worships God and believes in His design for the universe.  The miracle
of conception is the greatest of God's gifts to men and women, and the
secret and special altar deep inside the woman's body where impregnation
occurs is the most sacred of all the sacred places in heaven or on earth.
The spark -- the lightning that makes it all happen -- is a man's love for
a woman, and that love finds form in the almost mystical growth of the
man's penis from a soft and flaccid bit of flesh into a majestic and
powerful rod of life, a pole of steel that grows large and hard and is
imbued with the most important power of all: the power to give life.  The
woman's body contains the egg, the alpha and the omega, the most basic form
of life, but it isn't life yet -- it's just an egg, tiny and formless,
waiting inside the woman's body.  What makes Life is what comes from inside
the man's testicles, the sweet, creamy sperm that carries the Power with
it. The union of these two, the egg and the sperm, takes place in the
woman's fallopian tube at the climax of the act of love, and then the newly
created fetus moves into the woman's womb, the most sacred place in all the
universe.

   Helen knew that Bruce's beliefs in this area matched her own pretty
closely, and he thought of a woman's womb as a very sacred place.  And
that's what led Helen to make some changes in the program, to change it
from a stately and highly intellectual presentation into a perverted little
sex show.  She wanted to hurt Bruce partly because of his rape of Laurel at
the last retreat presentation, but mostly because of what he was -- a
fucking nigger buck.  All of Helen's parents' teachings came flooding back
to her as she was planning the changes in the presentation, and she smiled
to herself, thinking about Bruce's reaction when he saw the changes she had
made.

   Of course she was unaware of Bruce's own plans, which were proceeding
well.  She and the girls had been taking the hormone capsules for two weeks
now, and the presentation was still a week away.  All three of them were
getting bigger by the day, waiting for labor to begin -- but it wouldn't,
not while they were taking the estradiol capsules.  Their pregnant bellies
were sticking out obscenely, and they had trouble standing and walking,
especially with their swollen breasts hanging out.  As the days passed and
the presentation date approached, Helen complained about feeling very bad
nausea, and Bruce figured it was from the effect of the hormones on her
body -- her labor was being delayed, and toxins were building up in her
womb, where the placenta surrounding her baby was supposed to provide
oxygen and nutrients, but instead was starting to poison the fetus.  Dara
and Laurel felt bad, too, and Bruce smiled to himself each time they
complained about the pain in their bellies.  He thought there was a chance
some of the babies might already be dead, and the thought of Helen or Dara
or Laurel carrying a dead baby inside her was enough to give him a raging
hard-on.  Helen had told him she hoped one or more of them would go into
labor DURING the presentation, to lend more reality to the program, and of
course Bruce knew just how to bring that about, by taking them off the
hormone capsules.  The doctor had told him that labor would begin almost
exactly 24 hours after the last capsule was taken, unless another one was
taken on time.  So all Bruce had to do was watch the timing of Helen and
her daughters taking their capsules, and he could control the onset of
labor within very close margins.  The doctor had told him something else:
that the woman's labor would be intensified according to how far beyond her
delivery date she was.  With all three of them already two weeks past their
due dates, and another week to go until the presentation, their labor
should be spectacular when it finally did start.  The doctor had said that
the woman's body would feel far worse than the pain and stress of a normal
birth -- after using the hormone capsules to delay the onset of labor, her
contractions would feel like acid was being poured through her intestines,
burning her internal organs as the fetus moved downward in the birth canal.
If the fetus was toxic, its passage would spread the toxins along the
entire length of the birth canal, from the womb to the labia, causing
cramps and internal lesions that would be resistant to medications.  The
woman might or might not recover fully, depending on the level of poisons
in the fetus at the time of birth.  If the baby was born dead, the chances
of the woman developing serious internal infections following the birth was
almost one hundred percent.  Her womb, fallopian tubes, ovaries, and vagina
would have to be cut out of her body, effectively giving her a radical
hysterectomy and destroying her femininity completely.  In the case of a
young girl like Dara or Laurel, early-onset menopause would begin within a
year, causing a whole range of problems that would remind her every day
that she was nothing but an empty shell, no longer a real woman: extreme
hot flashes, flushes, and night sweats; mood swings, sudden tears; trouble
sleeping through the night, painfully dry vagina, crashing fatigue,
feelings of dread, difficulty concentrating, disorientation, mental
confusion, disturbing memory lapses; incontinence, especially when sneezing
or laughing; itchy, crawly skin; aching, sore joints, muscles and tendons;
extreme tenderness in the breasts; gastrointestinal distress, indigestion,
flatulence, gas pain, nausea; sudden bouts of extreme bloating;
uncontrollable weight gain; hair loss or thinning (head, pubic, or whole
body); increase in facial hair; changes in body odor; tingling in the
extremities; gum problems, increased bleeding, burning tongue, burning roof
of mouth, bad taste in mouth, change in breath odor; osteoporosis, much
more severe than later in life; fingernails softer, with cracking and
breaking.

   Bruce talked to Helen on the night before the presentation, and told her
it was time to discontinue the "vitamin supplements," and Helen went to
tell the girls to stop taking the capsules after tonight.  So all three of
them took their last capsules at 8:00 PM, and the presentation was to begin
at that time tomorrow night -- perfect!

   CHAPTER 29: A Spectacular Presentation

   The invited guests were all in place at 8:00 PM when the retreat program
was scheduled to begin, and Helen and the girls were in the kitchen, ready
to make their entrance.  Bruce was already in the Living Room with the
guests, and for this presentation he would be part of the audience -- he
had done his part nine and a half months ago when he got Helen and her
daughters pregnant.  Dillon was in the kitchen, too, and he would come in a
little after his mother and sisters.  He had a very special role to play
tonight, and Helen had gone over it with him until he had his part
memorized.  She had carefully applied some make-up to his face and body,
and helped him into his special outfit.  Helen and the girls were wearing
special outfits, too.  Helen wanted a look that was appropriately sleazy --
after all, they were three white women who had willingly allowed themselves
to be impregnated, getting screwed by a black man in front of an audience
-- so each of them was wearing the same outfit: a silver necklace that had
the word "CUNT" on it in large letters, black leather straps tightened
above and below her huge breasts so her tits stuck straight out like
basketballs attached to her chest, a black garter belt big enough to go
around the biggest part of her pregnant belly, with the garters attached to
red stockings that came to mid-thigh, and red ankle-strap pumps with
five-inch heels.  Her entire groin area was totally naked and exposed,
revealing the stretch marks on the underside of her belly caused by the
extension of her pregnancy due to the hormones that delayed the onset of
labor.  All three of them were having trouble standing and walking in the
slut shoes -- Helen had wanted to use six-inch heels, but those are just
too high for a pregnant woman.

   A few minutes after 8:00 PM, Helen opened the door and motioned Laurel
into the Living Room, followed by Dara, with Helen coming last.  Dillon
stayed in the kitchen for the moment.  Helen stood between her daughters
and put her hands on their hugely pregnant bellies and began her
presentation, slowly moving her fingers across the rounded mounds,
caressing her daughters' wombs as she spoke.  The guests were silent,
caught up in the moment, and hardly believing the amazing sight of three
pregnant women in the same family, and one of them a 16-year-old girl. 
Laurel had let her hair grow while she was carrying her baby, and the
flaming auburn tresses reached down her back and over the curve of her
buttocks, ending at her thighs.  She had gotten pregnant only a month after
her 16th birthday, so she was still 16 now, but she looked like she was
about 12, with her sweet pale face and long red hair.  The shocking sight
of this hugely pregnant protruding belly on a girl so young brought an air
of electricity into the room, inviting thoughts of all kinds of perversions
that might have led to this moment.  The men in the audience couldn't keep
their eyes off Laurel, standing there in her red high heels and smiling so
innocently.

   After Helen finished the first portion of her presentation, she made a
segue and gave voice to some thoughts about the evils of racism and the
benefits of understanding and tolerance among all races.  She told the
guests that she and her daughters were living examples of such tolerance,
and their feelings had been extended and allowed to blossom into love, and
that was the spark that led to all three of them getting pregnant on the
same night.  She asked Bruce to stand, and she spoke very lovingly of his
willingness to spread his seed to all the females in her family,
impregnating them with mixed-race babies.  Helen told the guests that
eventually, though it might take hundreds or thousands of years, there
would be just one race on the planet -- the human race, all one color and
living together in peace and love.  She asked the guests to join her and
her daughters in applauding the man who was responsible for the
presentation, and there was loud and sustained applause as Bruce smiled,
then sat down.

   This was the moment when the presentation took a turn that Bruce never
would have expected, nor any of the guests in attendance.  This was the
moment when Helen dropped the curtain that had for so long hidden her true
feelings about niggers.  She looked at the door to the kitchen and nodded,
and her son Dillon stepped into the Living Room -- and a gasp came from
just about everyone in the room.  He was in blackface, like in a minstrel
show from the 1920s -- his face and neck were covered with shoe polish or
something, in a harsh parody of what white people think a nigger looks
like. But what was worse was Dillon's erect penis -- it had also been
blackened, and his erection stuck out obscenely.  The rest of his body
looked normal, and the blackening of just the face and penis made the
intent seem more insulting and gross.  Dillon swaggered into the room
wiggling his erection, and said in a bad imitation of Bruce's voice, "I is
lookin' tuh git me some white girl pussy -- hey, here be some purty little
honky wimmin...  gotta get me a piece of that!" He came around behind his
mother and sisters, and gestured to them, and the three women bent over and
spread their legs and put their hands on their ankles, offering him easy
access to the holes between their legs.  Helen raised her head and looked
at the guests and squealed, "Oooh!  It's what every white girl secretly
wants -- a big nigger cock in my pussy!" Dara and Laurel started squealing
like schoolgirls, mimicking excitement as they raised their heads so the
guests could see their faces.

   Bruce was frozen in his seat, unable to believe what he was seeing. 
Dillon was holding his mother's hips in place as he jabbed his big black
cock between her legs, and then he found her slit and rammed his cock up
her snatch.  Helen gasped as her body jerked forward from Dillon's hard
thrust.  Dillon pounded into her twat as he threw his head back and gave a
rebel yell that shook the room.  The guests weren't sure what to think --
the tastelessness of this display was shocking to them, too.  They watched
in embarrassed silence as Helen's son fucked her, while Dara and Laurel
blurted out things like "You are one lucky white mama!" and "Can he do me
when he finishes with you?" After a few minutes of fucking his mother,
Dillon took his cock out of her pussy and moved over to Dara.  His older
sister was ready for him, putting a big smile on her face as she whooped.
"Yeah, stick it in me!" she shouted, then groaned as Dillon penetrated her
cunt.  He gave her about a dozen strokes, then pulled out and moved over to
Laurel.  He slapped her pale white buttocks a few times, then forced his
erection into her vagina as she squealed like a pig.  He thrust into her
violently for a minute or two, then pulled out and started rubbing his cock
like mad, a parody of the way a man masturbates, while he kept up a stream
of racist invective: "Yeah, I is rubbin' my meat, my big ol' nigger dick...
these here white girls, they done never seed a wienie like this...  it be
big and it be BAD!"

   Grinning at Bruce, Dillon pranced around in front of Helen and the
girls, and told them to get down on their knees and suck his "whoppa of a
cocka!" The women stood up, then carefully got down on their knees, not
easy to do in high heels and being more than nine months pregnant.  Dillon
offered his erection to his mother -- but before she took it in her mouth,
she turned her head and looked directly at Bruce and grinned cruelly.  Her
face was not a pretty sight, twisted with an evil smile that was filled
with hate.  Looking at Bruce, she spoke to Dillon: "Yesss, nigger boy, this
is the best part of you!  You smell bad and you have no morals at all --
but you have the biggest cock I've ever seen.  You got any brothers at
home? If they have big cocks like yours, they can do me too." Helen twisted
her head back and made a show of taking her son's erection in her mouth,
forcing her head into his groin until his cock disappeared inside her
mouth. Her lips were buried in his pubic hair as she tried to speak, her
voice muffled by the cock meat filling her mouth and throat: "Ohh Bruce, I
love you so much!" Bruce, sitting behind her at an angle, flinched like he
had been slapped, slumping in his chair as he watched the sorry spectacle.
Dillon shoved his mother's head back, and his stiff cock slipped out of her
mouth and bounced around.  Dillon cackled and yelled at her, "I gots to do
these purty little white whores you call daughters!  Come on, you
horndogs..." He stepped over in front of Dara and jerked her mouth open and
shoved his cock down her throat, making her gag as he gave her several
thrusts.  He whooped and shoved her head back so hard she almost fell
backward, and he moved to Laurel, looking over the top of her head at
Bruce. "This `un is special -- any nigger buck like me can tell you that --
look how sweet she is -- such sweet soft skin..." Dillon slapped Laurel's
face, his fingers leaving angry red outlines on the pale skin of her cheek.
Bruce reeled backward as if he himself had been slapped, and he watched
Dillon insert his erection in Laurel's mouth.  Dillon held his sister by
her ears and pounded into her so hard that she coughed violently and gagged
on his cock, but Dillon didn't stop, just kept thrusting into her while she
tried not to gag on his cock meat,

   CHAPTER 30: Bruce Takes Action

   Bruce stood up slowly, like he was in a trance.  His brain was buzzing,
almost unable to process what he was seeing and hearing.  He had thought he
had a pretty good relationship with Helen and her kids, and his insides
were being ripped out by the racist spectacle he was watching.  He had told
Helen more about his life than he had ever told a white woman -- or any
woman -- before.  The two of them had met when they were both working at
the Washington Post almost 15 years before, and Bruce stayed in touch with
Helen after they both moved on to other jobs in the late 1990s.  In May
2002, they had both been invited to dinner at the home of another of their
co-workers at the Post, Sharon, and this is when Helen finally faced the
fact that she was in love with Bruce.  She had sworn off men after her
divorce, and had dated occasionally over the years, but there was something
in Bruce that attracted her.  Of course all white women have a secret
desire to be raped by a nigger boy -- she can't resist it because it's
genetic, hard-wired into her brain and her vagina.  Scientific studies have
shown that 89% of white females -- at ages ranging from six to 74 --
experience lubrication in their vaginal canal when they see a nigger boy,
even when the buck has his clothes on.  When the females looked at a nigger
boy with an erection, that percentage jumped to 98%.  And this reaction was
not based just on the erotic sight of an erect cock.  When the same white
females were shown white men, dressed or not, lubrication occurred in only
17% of the women, and almost all of those were over the age of 45 -- in the
menopausal years where desperation and doubt set in.  So the inescapable
conclusion is that white girls want nigger cocks, and there is really no
way to unwire their brains.

   So Helen's falling in love with Bruce was largely due to her genetic
predisposition toward being attracted to ANY nigger boy she saw.  If it
hadn't been Bruce, she would have found some other nigger to screw her,
like all white women do at some point in their lives.  Of course Helen had
no inkling of any of this -- she just thought she was in love with Bruce,
and that was fine with him.  Like all nigger bucks, Bruce was hard-wired to
crave white pussy -- nigger females were repulsive to him, with their fat
asses and their oversized floppy udders -- and he felt absolutely no desire
to even be around them, let alone date them.  The studies of this
phenomenon have been going on for more then a century, trying to determine
why every nigger boy lives his life with one thought predominating -- to
rape and savage as many white women as possible.  Studies have shown that a
nigger buck will go without eating for as long as a week if he has white
women available to service him.  If the supply of white women is
interrupted, the nigger's thoughts turn to other things like food and
minimal personal hygiene -- but as long as he has a white woman's vagina
available to him, a nigger boy loses interest in everything else.  Neither
Bruce nor Helen had the slightest idea that these primal forces were
working to bring them together -- they just thought they had fallen in
love, and they talked about their feelings for each other and about the way
white society works to keep the black man down.  Bruce knew he harbored a
deep racial anger toward all white people, and talking with Helen helped
him understand and manage it.  Helen, for her part, always had the remnants
of her upbringing bouncing around her brain, when her parents had taught
her how dirty and perverted all niggers were, especially the bucks.  They
had told her the absolute worst thing that could happen to a white woman
was for a nigger to force his filthy penis into her body.  They had told
her how careful she must be, to avoid situations where a nigger boy might
get her alone and rape her.  The had told her there was only one thing for
a white woman to do if a nigger succeeded in dirtying her insides with his
foul-smelling sperm -- she had to kill herself, because there is nothing
worse than a white woman carrying a nigger baby.

   Helen had suppressed her heritage of racial invective during her
relationship with Bruce, and with other black people she met in the course
of work, knowing it was the politically correct thing to do.  But the
racial hatred was always there, buried under a fa�ade of kindness and
understanding -- and when Bruce raped Laurel at the retreat presentation,
Helen had snapped.  She had planned everything that followed so it would
lead to this moment, when she and her children would reveal Bruce for what
he really was -- a scummy nigger rapist that preys on white woman, and the
younger the better.  He was all the things her parents had warned her about
-- and she had allowed him to impregnate not just her, but her two
daughters!  Her parents' teachings came flooding back to her in a rush, and
she had never felt so dirty, so soiled, so scummy -- it was like someone
had forced cleaning solution into her vagina.  Her insides burned at the
thought of the nigger baby she was carrying -- its dirty niggery flesh
actually touching the inside of her womb, defiling her like nothing else
ever could -- and her hatred for Bruce went up a notch, if that was even
possible.  She felt like her uterus was filled with acid that was burning
through her insides, eating away all that was clean and pure and white. 
The filthy fucking nigger piece of crap growing in her womb was destroying
her body -- and her daughters were going through the same thing.  Helen
felt hot tears of shame and humiliation streaming down her flushed cheeks
as she thought about what she had done to her beautiful girls -- forced
them to submit to a nigger rapist, and now they would have to pay the same
price as their mother -- the shame of carrying a nigger baby in their
wombs.

   Bruce stepped over to where Dillon was standing in front of Laurel, his
blackened penis poking our from his groin, glistening with Laurel's saliva
as he pulled his erection out of her open mouth.  Dillon grinned at Bruce,
believing this was all a good joke as his mother had told him -- but to
Bruce, the sight of a white man made up in blackface, and with his penis
blackened as well, was an abomination that could not be allowed.  Bruce
moved slowly, like he was in a trance -- and suddenly Laurel saw the steak
knife in his hand.  Bruce had picked up a knife from one of the serving
trays around the room, and now he quickly squatted in front of Dillon and
put his left hand between the boy's legs, gripping his scrotum.  Helen and
Dara now realized that something was wrong, as Laurel already knew, and all
three of the women screamed at the same moment -- but it was too late. 
Bruce jerked his hand downward, stretching the flesh of Dillon's scrotum as
he pulled the boy's testicles down -- and then the knife flashed in his
right hand as he slashed horizontally.  Bruce sliced off Dillon's balls
with one quick stroke, castrating the boy in front of his mother and his
sisters.  The room was dead silent for a moment, the guests staring
wide-eyed and not knowing for sure if this was part of the presentation --
but then the reality was proven as Dillon let out the most terrifying
shriek, followed by the screams of his mother and sisters.  One of the
guests, thinking fast, grabbed a handful of linen napkins and stepped
quickly over and jammed the wad of white cloth up between Dillon's legs,
pulling the boy's hands down to hold it In place against his groin so he
wouldn't bleed to death.  Dillon's knees collapsed, and he sat open-legged
on the floor clasping the reddening wad of napkins between his legs as his
screams tapered off to a pitiful wounded mewling sound, like an injured
animal.  Bruce dropped the boy's severed testicles on the floor between his
legs, but Dillon was in too much pain to notice.

   CHAPTER 31: Labor Pains

   Helen and the girls surrounded Dillon and squatted down to try to help
him, but they didn't get anything done before they were all hit at the same
moment with what felt like monster cramps.  Their midsections were seized
in a vise as the pain radiated throughout their bodies like a jolt of
electric current.  The effect of the estradiol capsules had worn off almost
exactly 24 hours after they stopped taking the medicine to delay the onset
of pregnancy, and now all three of them were starting to have contractions
that were much stronger and more painful than normal labor.  Their bodies
needed to expel the babies from their wombs, and it was going to happen
NOW.

   All Bruce could think of was how these white bitches had ridiculed him
in front of the guests, making him a stupid fool in their eyes.  He had
worked his whole life to get past the heritage that filled his mind, a
heritage of three hundred years of white oppression of black people, only
to have it all thrown back in his face by the woman he thought he loved. 
He had truly bonded with Helen, and with Dara and Laurel too, when they
willingly gave him their bodies and, he thought, their minds, allowing him
to spread his seed and create three new lives -- but now he saw it was all
a cruel joke.  The white bitches just wanted what all white bitches want --
the thrill of his big cock inside their bodies with no commitment, no
concern for what happens next.  Well, what happens next, he said to
himself, is some suffering, but this time it will be WHITE suffering, not
black.  This would be a fitting revenge for the centuries of suffering
black people had endured at the hands of white people like Helen and her
slutty daughters -- and it would begin with the bitches being denied the
rewards of their pregnancies.  They had carried their babies for nine
months and three weeks now, with the estradiol capsules delaying the onset
of labor -- and Bruce felt sure the postponement of labor had caused the
buildup of toxins in their bodies -- in their wombs -- and slowly
suffocated their babies.  Bruce mourned for his sons or daughters, as he
mourned the death of any black child who dies far too young -- but in this
case, their deaths would serve a greater good, providing a fitting
retribution for the agony that these white bitches had inflicted on Bruce.

   Bruce walked out of the room, leaving the guests dumbfounded, not to
mention Helen and her daughters, all three of the women still squatting
beside the injured Dillon as severe contractions hit them like
thunderbolts. There was a loud crash from the Sun Room, with the sound of
glass shattering, and Bruce came back into the Living Room dragging the
undercarriage from one of the wrought-iron tables that Helen had put into
the Sun Room.  The tables were round glass-top dining tables, 42 inches in
diameter, and the heavy iron undercarriage had multiple five-inch circles
worked into the design.  Bruce had pulled off the glass top and left it
shattered on the floor of the Sun Room.  He dragged the heavy iron table
over in front of the fireplace, then leaned down and grabbed Helen by her
shoulders and stood her up.  She screamed from the pain of her
contractions, but Bruce ignored her as he stood her beside the table, with
her back to the table.  He pulled some lengths of clothesline cord out of
his pocket and told Helen to put her hands behind her.  Helen was only
vaguely aware of what he was doing, as another strong contraction hit her
and made her scream.  Bruce quickly looped the cord through one of the iron
circles on the table and cinched it around Helen's wrists, so she was
forced to stand there with the table behind her.  Bruce bent down and
forced her legs apart and tied her ankles to the legs of the table, so she
had to squat slightly.  Before Helen really realized what was going on, her
daughters were tied to the table like she was, with their backs to the
table and their legs spread and tied.  All three of them were having
incredibly strong contractions now, since the drugs had worn off and labor
had started with a vengeance.

   Bruce sat down in a chair near the table, where he had a good view of
all three pregnant women.  They were all bent forward as far as they could
with their hands tied to the table behind them, and they were all having
very painful contractions, now that their labor had started.  Their faces
were flushed a deep red from pushing during their contractions, and their
faces and bodies were soaked with sweat.  They were making noises of pain
and agony and frustration, screaming for help, begging for someone to come
and help them deliver their babies.  Some of the guests were talking to
each other, and it was clear to Bruce that someone was going to intervene
if things continued as they were going.  So he decided to make a speech. 
He stood up and went over to stand beside the table, between Helen and
Laurel, and put his hands on their shoulders as they struggled, trying to
free themselves.  Bruce spoke quietly to the guests.

   "You look at these women and you're filled with sympathy and outrage. 
How could someone do something like this to three pregnant women, right? 
Well, let me give you a few facts.  Helen, your kind and courteous
innkeeper, has been deceiving me for years about her feelings for me and
about race in general.  SHE is the one who dreamed up this crappy show
you've been watching, and she did it to shock and embarrass ME.  I thought
I had found the love of my life, a love so great that it allowed her to
share her life and her kids' lives with me -- and then tonight she showed
me how she really feels about me and about all people of color, by parading
her son in blackface to ridicule and humiliate me.  Dillon is old enough to
know how wrong this is, and he's old enough to pay the price for his
racism. I had to show him what happens to racists, and I did -- he won't be
fathering any children in this life, because I imposed a penalty on him...
and on his mother, too, as she spends the rest of her life wishing for the
grandchildren he'll never be able to give her."

   Bruce stood up.  "But the penalty I imposed on Dillon wasn't enough to
right the wrongs that Helen has done to me -- she destroyed my identity, my
sense of self, and that has to be righted.  She and her daughters are all
carrying my precious babies, but when I found out what Helen really thought
of me, I decided neither she nor her daughters deserved my seed.  So I
tricked them into taking a hormone that would prevent labor." Hearing this,
Helen's head jerked up and she stopped screaming as the full import of
Bruce's words sunk in.  Bruce sent on, "I stopped their hormones last
night, and what you're seeing now is their delayed labor hitting like a ton
of bricks.  But there's something else they don't know." Bruce stepped over
to Helen and put his face a few inches from hers.  She was sweating heavily
and Bruce could smell her body.  He said quietly, "Those hormones you and
your girls took -- they delayed your labor, and that caused a build-up of
toxins in your wombs.  Sometime in the past week, those poisons in your
wombs KILLED your babies -- MY babies." Bruce wiped a tear from his cheek.
"I know I'll have to answer some day for what I did to my kids -- but TODAY
is when YOU and your little angels will pay for what you did to me." He
raised his voice almost to a shout as he spoke to the guests listening in
silence.  "These little whores are going to give birth to their dead babies
all by themselves, standing up, no help, no drugs.  Want to watch?"

   CHAPTER 32: A Sadistic Spectacle

   There were murnurings in the crowded room.  Helen looked around, her
body spasming as another contraction hit her hard.  She was hoping and
praying that someone would help her and her girls -- but the murmurs rose
to an excited babble, punctuated by some laughter and some loud remarks,
and Helen realized these people were choosing to watch her agony and her
daughters' agony without doing a thing to help.  How can they DO this, her
mind screamed at her -- but the expressions on the faces she could see made
her blood run cold.  The faces were filled with lust and cruelty, both the
men and the women -- like they had come to a Roman exhibition 2,000 years
ago.  The Romans had blood lust, and Helen could see these people -- the
same people who had signed up for her retreat, for meditation and
contemplation -- had blood lust in their hearts.  They wanted to see her
suffer, and they were rabid to see her daughters suffer along with her. 
Dara and Laurel were bent forward as far as their tied arms would let them
bend, their legs apart, going through the same agonizing contractions that
were hitting Helen's body like severe cramps.  Bruce stepped over beside
Helen and grabbed a handful of her stringy hair and jerked her head up so
she had to look at him.  He spat in her face, and her head jerked like she
had been slapped.  Bruce put his face an inch from hers and rasped, "Your
baby is dead and YOU did it, you stupid bitch.  You and your whore
daughters don't deserve my babies, so I sent them on to heaven, but now you
have their precious earthly selves in your filthy wombs.  You're going to
go through every second of childbirth, every minute of labor, every hour of
pushing, and when you're finally done, all you'll have is a dead baby for
your efforts.  I hope this hurts you a lot." He pulled back his arm and
clenched his fist, and suddenly punched Helen in her stomach, right in the
middle of her massive pregnant belly, and she screamed in pain and panic.
Bruce let go of Helen's head and stepped over to Dara.  The girl looked up
at him vacantly, the pain of her labor painting a mask of agony on her
face. Bruce drew back his arm and punched her in her stomach, and she
screamed like her mother.  Bruce slapped her as hard as he could, and she
burst into tears.  He stepped over to Laurel, her neck muscles standing out
as a contraction hit her and she strained, trying to push her dead baby out
of her body.  The contraction tapered off, and she raised her sweaty face
to stare at Bruce -- and her face twisted into a rictus of pain and horror
when she saw his expression.  She gasped, "Please..." and Bruce punched her
in her stomach, making her yelp in pain and fear.

   Bruce looked at Dillon, still sitting on the floor clasping the wad of
linen napkins to his groin where his testicles had been removed.  The boy
was crying quietly, still not fully grasping what had been done to him. 
Bruce stepped over and bent down and picked up Dillon's severed testicles
from the floor, still in the bloody scrotum.  Dillon stared at him as he
did this, and Bruce looked back at the boy.  Bruce stood up and stepped
over in front of Dara.  He made sure Helen was watching, then carefully put
his fingers in Dillon's scrotum and pulled out one of the boy's testicles,
soaked with seminal fluid.  Bruce moved his hand to Dara's mouth and forced
it open -- and inserted her brother's testicle in her mouth!  Dara started
to gag and cough, but Bruce clamped his hand over her mouth.  The girl's
eyes widened desperately as she stared at Bruce in panic, but he just said
one quiet word: "Swallow." Dara gagged again, but Bruce's hand had her lips
sealed shut, and she didn't have a choice.  Her face clouded over with
horror as she tried to swallow the testicle, but she gagged on it and
coughed explosively.  Some air was expelled from her mouth, but the
testicle remained on her tongue, feeling wet and warm.  Dara shivered in
horror as she tried again, and this time she managed to swallow the mass of
soft tissue.  Bruce patted her on the head and said, "Good girl," and Dara
glared at him, but then she closed her eyes and grunted as another strong
contraction hit her.

   Bruce stepped around the table to Laurel.  She had seen what he did to
her sister, turning her head to watch while she went through contractions
of her own, and now she stared up at Bruce like he was a snake.  Her lips
were twisted in disgust, her sweaty face flushed a deep red from the stain
of going through labor.  Bruce removed Dillon's other testicle from the
scrotum and held it up so Laurel could see it, and tears flooded her eyes.
She shook her head desperately, but Bruce's hand was already at her
clenched lips.  He used his fingers to pry her mouth open, and shoved
Dillon's testicle into her mouth and clamped his hand over it.  Laurel
shook her head violently, trying to dislodge his hand so she could spit out
the vile thing, but Bruce held on.  Laurel moved her eyes up to meet his,
pleading, begging for mercy -- but Bruce just gripped her mouth tighter,
and shoved her head back a little.  Laurel closed her eyes and tried to
swallow, but she gagged like Dara had, and coughed through Bruce's hand. 
The testicle was still in her mouth, and when she tried again, she managed
to swallow it, feeling like a traitor to her little brother.  Bruce
caressed her cheek and asked, "Taste good?" Laurel looked at the floor in
embarrassment, unable to say anything.

   Now Bruce stepped over to Helen.  He had Dillon's empty scrotum in his
hand, with seminal fluid and strings of tissue spilling out of the shrunken
sack of flesh, and he brought it to Helen's mouth.  As soon as she saw it
she wailed, "Oh no, please, oh please Bruce, noooo..." but Bruce just
forced her mouth open and stuffed Dillon's scrotum inside.  Helen felt her
stomach lurch, and she just knew she was going to throw up, but Bruce's
hand over her mouth was grinding into her lips so hard, it seemed to
stabilize her stomach for the moment.  She glared up at this man she had
loved, this monster who had maimed her only son and impregnated her and her
daughters, and she felt hot tears of shame and humiliation on her cheeks.
How could he do this?!  She could feel the tiny hairs on her son's scrotum
on her tongue, and her stomach lurched again, but she knew what she was
expected to do, She swallowed hard, and the scrotum went down her throat
slowly, with hairs and long tendrils of sticky tissue following it.  It was
the most horrible thing she had ever had to do, and she knew she would
never forget how vile it was.

   CHAPTER 33: Childbirth

   Helen and her daughters were in heavy labor now, made far more intense
by being delayed for three weeks by the hormones Bruce had tricked them
into taking.  One effect of the hormone was to prevent the dilation of the
cervix during labor, and when labor finally did begin for the three women,
it was much more painful because their wombs were contracting strongly,
trying to force the baby out through the cervix into the birth canal -- but
with the cervix still closed tight, the baby's body could not pass through
it, and pressure kept building in the uterus, which is lined with muscle
tissue strong enough to expel a baby's head through the 10cm width of a
dilated cervix.  The pain of the baby's passage through a fully dilated
cervix is considered the worst pain in human experience, and the pain of
the baby's body being forced through an undilated cervix was simply
indescribable.  Helen's mouth was hanging open, drool dripping down onto
her breasts as the pain in her midsection took control of her body.  Dara's
head was down and sweat was pouring off her face and running down over her
inflated belly as she grunted in pain.  Laurel was standing almost straight
up, her long legs spread like her sister and her mother, staring blankly in
front of her but not seeing anything.  Her eyes were wide open and severely
bloodshot from the pressure of her straining to push the baby out, and her
face was twisted into a mask of agony -- not a pretty sight, even though
Laurel was a beautiful girl.  Her long red hair was matted with sweat, and
her pale freckled skin was blotchy with red marks that looked like welts.
Like her sister and her mother, her areolas and nipples had darkened during
her pregnancy, and now they were almost black, five-inch-wide circles of
dark skin stretched across the fronts of her huge breasts.

   The sheer physical strain of trying to give birth without any help,
while standing tied to the iron table with her legs apart, had caused her
breasts to leak, and some fluid was running out of her nipples and down
over her big belly -- but it was not mother's milk.  Because of the way her
boobs had been enlarged when she went in for implants, with the doctor
injecting liquid silicone directly into her milk sacs, what was dribbling
out of her breasts was SILICONE.  Helen and Dara had silicone leaking out
of their tits, too, but none of the stupid sluts realized what was
happening.  These empty-headed fuckholes were still looking forward to
nursing their babies, their minds blocking out what Bruce had told them
about their babies being dead already.  They had all heard him when he said
it, but something inside them would not allow them to comprehend it, and
all three of the women were struggling desperately to give birth, they
thought and believed, to their babies.  They just couldn't accept the truth
that Bruce had flung at them like a monkey flinging his own feces -- that
all three of the babies inside their wombs were dead, just lumps of tissue
that had to be expelled by their bodies before the toxins in their wombs
poisoned them.

   They had been in labor for more than three hours now, and finally all
that painful pushing started to pay off.  Helen had the advantage of having
been through childbirth three times before, and she knew the feeling of the
baby's body finally beginning to emerge from her cervix and enter her
vagina.  This was the moment when her cervix was most extremely dilated,
and she screamed with both pain and elation -- the baby was coming!  She
worked her hips back and forth, not able to do anything more with her hands
tied behind her and her ankles tied to the legs of the heavy iron table. 
She thrust her hips forward and back, like she was having sex, trying to
work the baby's body down through her birth canal.  She could see Dara
doing the same thing, working her hips to try to help the baby move
downward.  Laurel was bent forward now, and Helen told her to try to stand
up straight and push, and to move her hips around.  Laurel raised her head
and looked at Dara, then started to move her hips like her mother had told
her.

   After another half an hour of slow progress, Helen felt her labia
starting to stretch, and she knew the birth was about to take place.  Her
vagina felt bloated and full, stretched to the max, and she was exhausted
from pushing, her naked body covered with heavy sweat that she could smell.
All three women's water had broken earlier, and they were standing in pools
of sticky wet bodily fluids as they struggled to give birth.  Now Helen
felt a stabbing pain as her baby was crowning -- the widest part of the
head was passing through her vaginal opening, stretching her labia
painfully, and she screamed again, feeling thrilled in spite of all the
pain.  She pushed, straining hard, trying to expel the baby from her body.

   Dara's baby was in her vagina, about to start crowing, and Laurel's baby
was just moving past her dilated cervix into her vagina.  The girls turned
their heads to watch as their mother reached the final stage of childbirth,
smiling in spite of the intense pain.  Helen grunted like a pig, her face
twisted into a mask of strain as she pushed harder than she thought she
could.  The baby's head was moving so slowly, and her labia were stretched
so painfully, she just wanted it to be over.  She gave one more huge push,
screaming as she strained -- and her baby's head slid out of her vagina. 
Helen frantically moved her hips, trying to work the rest of the baby out
of her body.  Now the shoulders emerged, then the arms and the hips -- and
now Helen realized there was no one there to help remove her baby from her
birth canal.  She screamed at Bruce, begging him to help, and when he just
looked at her, she started begging some of the guests sitting there
watching her -- but she quickly realized there would be no help.  The
guests were watching her silently, and EVERY man in the audience had his
pants open so he could rub his penis.  They all had erections from watching
her struggle, and Helen died a little inside.  The women mostly were
touching their own breasts or fingering their pussies, and some of the
women had gotten down on their knees to suck their husbands' cocks, their
eyes still on Helen and her daughters, excited by the suffering the
pregnant women were going through.

   Helen felt her baby slip further down between her legs, and only the
legs were still in her vagina.  She tried desperately not to push, but
their labor had been delayed too long -- her body had to expel the baby. 
She screamed as she felt the baby slide slowly down and out of her vagina.
The bent forward and looked down between her legs -- and her baby was
dangling just below her vagina, with only the umbilical cord keeping it
from hitting the floor!  Helen panicked, even as the pain of the baby's
body weight hanging out of her vagina made her grimace.  She was breathing
fast, trying to think what to do to save her baby, anything -- when her
insides seemed to turn to jelly.  Too late, she realized the placenta was
being expelled by her womb, and it was like giving birth a second time.  As
the thick, gooey mass of blood-streaked tissue slid slowly out of her
gaping cunt, her baby moved closer to the floor -- and then the strain of
the baby's full weight caused a rip in the umbilical cord!  Helen was
babbling incoherently, unable to do anything to help her baby as she
watched the umbilical cord split apart.  Her baby fell about 24 inches and
hit the floor with a gooey splash, and before Helen could react, the
placenta slid out of her vagina and fell ON her baby!  The placenta slid
off the baby onto the floor, and Helen got her first good look at her baby
after the long hours of labor she had gone through.  She smiled in spite of
everything that had happened -- but then her smile froze as she realized
the baby was not moving.  It was clearly a nigger baby, with a full head of
horribly kinky hair and dirty brown skin, but it was not moving or
breathing.  Now Helen noticed the splotches all over the baby's body, which
had been caused by the buildup of toxins in its tiny body while it was in
Helen's womb -- the delay of her labor had poisoned the baby -- and Helen
slowly realized her baby had been born dead.

   CHAPTER 34: Three Dead Babies and a Dying Girl

   Helen began to wail, a sound that has to be heard to be believed -- a
mournful combination of crying and screaming and groaning, all rolled into
one terrible sound.  Dara and Laurel were still in labor, and Dara's baby
had just crowned.  Dara went through the same horror just visited on her
mother, as her dead baby finally slid wetly out of her gaping pussy and hit
the floor.  She looked at her sister with tears running down her cheeks,
and Laurel's baby crowned at that moment.  Laurel was having trouble
expelling the baby from her vagina -- she was only 14, too young for her
body to be ready to give birth, She strained hard, her whole head reddening
with the effort.  Sweat was pouring off her face and body as she pushed,
but her baby's head was locked halfway out of her vagina.  The severe and
prolonged stretching of her labia was more than just painful -- it felt
like her soul was dying inside her.  She knew her body wasn't ready for
this, and her crying became sobbing as she began to lose hope.  Her mother
and her sister were both talking to her, trying to help her in the only way
they could, trying to calm her down and help her push her baby out -- but
it was too much for the girl.  She took a deep breath and pushed one more
time, feeling like her head would explode -- and that's what happened. 
Actually two large blood vessels in her brain ruptured from the effects of
her blood pressure shooting up during her labor -- it reached 210/140 just
before the arteries in her brain hemorrhaged, causing a massive bleed that
started to put pressure on her brain.  Laurel told her mother that her head
hurt, and a few moments later, the pressure inside her head forced her
brain tissue to press against the inside of her skull, and with no way to
relieve the pressure, the brain started to shut down.  Laurel blinked a few
times, then turned her head and said, "Mom, I feel..." and then she was
silent.  Her body went limp, the baby still locked in her vagina with only
the top of its head showing.

   Laurel's wrists were still tied to the iron table with her arms behind
her, and as she lost consciousness, she slumped forward and her legs folded
up, leaving her hanging off the edge of the table by her arms.  Her ankles
were still tied to the legs of the table, and as she slumped, her knees
spread wide apart, so the crowning baby in her vagina was clearly visible.
The top of the baby's head was a dirty brown color with kinky hair --
another niggery baby -- but with Laurel's body shutting down, the baby's
progress through her birth canal ceased.  The baby was already dead, from
the toxins that built up in Laurel's uterus while she was taking the
hormone capsules, and now Laurel was dying from her massive brain
hemorrhage.  Helen screeched in panic when Laurel collapsed, and Dara was
screaming at Bruce to let them loose.  But Bruce remained in the chair
where he had been watching the disgusting spectacle, just staring at the
three women.  Finally he got up slowly and came around to Laurel.  He
grasped her hair in his hand and lifted her head.  The girl's eyelids
fluttered, and somehow she was able to open her eyes.

   Laurel stared up at Bruce blankly -- and then her beautiful sweet face
twisted into a grimace as she saw he was unzipping his pants.  Helen and
Dara let out howls of protest and anger as Bruce took out his cock.  It was
already hugely erect, heavy and throbbing, and a drop of pre-cum glistened
at the tip.  Bruce rubbed it once or twice, and it stiffened a little more
-- and he forced Laurel's lips apart.  The girl started to cry as Bruce
jammed his cock meat into her mouth.  He held her by her ears and started
to thrust his hips, fucking Laurel's mouth like it was a cunt.  Helen and
Dara were screaming curses at him, but Bruce just turned his head to look
at them, and then he grinned a little -- a cruel, dark grin filled with
malevolence and racial hatred.  He looked down at Laurel as he speeded up
his thrusts, and the girl stared up at him, her brain unable to process
what was happening to her.  Bruce's big cock filled her mouth and poked
into her throat with each thrust, and she was gagging on it, having trouble
breathing, gasping for air.  Bruce was nearing his climax, and suddenly he
used both hands to force Laurel's face into his groin, The girl's open lips
were buried in his pubic hair as he began to ejaculate.  He could feel the
tightness of her lips stretched around the base of his erection as the
first blast of semen spurted into her mouth.

   The last thing Laurel felt before she died was the wetness of the warm
sperm flooding her mouth and throat, and the dying girl swallowed
reflexively -- a good little whore right up to the end.  Bruce was still
giving her little thrusts as his cock spurted his huge load down her
throat, and he could feel her body go slack as she died -- but he didn't
stop cumming until every drop of his niggery semen was inside the girl's
body.  It was the best fuck of Bruce's life, the most intense orgasm he had
ever had, largely because Laurel's mother and sister were right there
watching as Bruce took his revenge for a lifetime of mistreatment by white
people.  He slowly withdrew his cock from Laurel's mouth, leaving a thick
string of sperm across her cheek as he pulled out.  He wiped his cock in
her hair, leaving several globs of sperm there, and then he walked out of
the room and out of the inn.  Bruce had discovered his destiny, his purpose
in life -- it had just been revealed to him.  He knew now he had to rape
and kill as many white girls as he could.  Young or old, pretty or ugly,
thin or fat -- none of that mattered.  If it was white and had a cunt, he
was going to rape it and kill it.
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