Edendale ch-4
It was morning when I awoke. How I had been brought down from the place of our ritual and put in my bed I had no idea. I stretched like a tawny cat. Never before in my life had I experienced such a night of fucking. It was great. Then, a sudden thought struck me. Had I been marked like the other Darkman consorts? I moved over to where my butt was pointing at my dressing mirror and lifted my legs. Sure enough, there were the dark, intertwined circles that formed the Darkman?s symbol of eternity!
A quick glance at my chest and there, too, were the dark areolas and strawberry red nipples that all of the Darkman?s consorts sported. I looked once more at my twin sex openings and was astounded by the fact that they both were wide open ? particularly my puckered rear hole! I was gaping at what to me seemed to be a dark black extremely ugly hole! I felt a sharp itching in the area between my legs and, as I attempted to alleviate that itching, I discovered something extremely new. By merely brushing my cunt lips or the rim around my puckered hole I could initiate the orgasms of the night before. With just a few trips of my finger around either opening and I was thrashing in the throes of a massive orgasm!
?Ah, I see that you have discovered one of the advantages we Darkman consorts enjoy.?
That sudden voice jolted me out of my sexual reverie and I hastily rolled over and covered myself with the sheet. Then I relaxed for it was Granny who was standing in my door smiling down upon me.
?Come on down and get your breakfast. Hazel wants to take you around so you can get to know several of the business men here in town.?
I?ll have to admit that I was a little hesitant about appearing in the dining room after my experiences of the night before, but I need not have been concerned for I saw at once that I was the sole person in the room. I ate my breakfast rather hurriedly and after thanking Granny, I walked across the street to Hazel?s little house. As I crossed the street, two cars backed out of the hotel parking lot and tore off in the direction of the interstate.
?Well Hazel, there goes numbers two and three. That means that Elaine is down to just two new teachers. Do you suppose there will be any more arriving??
?Oh sure. Elaine will put out a call to the schools and they will send their second-tier candidates. She will keep on calling for more until she gets all that she needs.?
?Hazel, looking at those young women last night, I wondered just how many of them would be classified as nymphomaniacs and then, I wondered about myself. Do you consider yourself as a nymphomaniac??
?I don?t think I was when I first came to Edendale. Oh, I was considered loose around the campus where I went to school, but a nympho ? no I don?t think I had sunk to that level. Now, however, I am a tried and true nympho! It?s this town, the people in it and the excessive emphasis upon all things sexual. I cannot go a day without some kind of sexual stimulation. And honey, before very long, you, too, will be in that very same condition. Come. Let?s go shopping. There are a few things I have to pick up and that will give you a chance to see even more of just how this town functions.?
We walked down to the butcher shop. When we entered, Sven, the butcher, came forward to greet us.
?Sven Olander, this is the new nurse ? Sister Hedwig Johansen.?
?I am very glad to meet you, sister. The town has been buzzing with the news of your arrival. Hazel is this a courtesy call or are you in the market for some fresh sausage??
?I need some sausage. I am planning to have Granny and Nurse Hedwig for dinner tonight and my present supply is rather low.?
?Very good. The garden is open and operating. Please make your self at home.?
Once more I was confused by the butcher?s reference to, ?the garden? so I meekly followed Hazel through the back of the shop and into a separate section that was walled off from the rest of the shop. As soon as we entered this secluded section, I gasped in surprise. There were at least a half dozen lounge chairs arranged in a semi-circle around a movie screen. And, showing on the screen was a close-up view of a female?s open cunt! Hazel had to tug on my arm to get me to sit down. Just then, the door opened and Sven came into the, ?garden?.
Sven was carrying three trays - one that was stacked high with raw sausages and two that were empty! These trays he placed upon a small table that stood between the two of us. I glanced over at Hazel for some directions as to what I was expected to do, but she was totally wrapped up in the fucking that was going on in the movie. I stared at her incredulously as she automatically reached over, picked up a sausage and nonchalantly stuffed it into her cunt! Without speaking, she had explained Granny?s comment regarding her great, ?inner? sauce and seasoning. I had been eating sausages dunked in Granny?s cunt juices!
By this time, Hazel was well on her way to dunking the second sausage into her juices. I shifted my attention back to the movie screen and let myself sink into the blatant sex that was being shown there. I knew at once that I, too, was juicing so I gingerly picked up a sausage and slid it up inside my cunt. The sausage had some kind of smooth outer covering so it moved easily into my open cunt. I felt a huge wave of excitement surge through me as I pushed that sausage deeper into my cunt.
This procedure ? stuff a sausage into my cunt then remove it and add it to the pile on my tray - continued for quite some time. I would watch some unknown male?s cock push through the female?s cunt lips and disappear inside of her while I removed the, ?done? sausage, placed it on the now rapidly filling tray and substituted another in its place. The combination of movie action and the sausage-fuck that I was giving myself soon brought on the first orgasm of the day. I was frantically writhing in that lounge chair as I worked one of those dastardly sausages in-and-out through my cunt lips.
I completely forgot about Hazel for I was in my own little sex-filled world. So, it came as a surprise when she suddenly spoke to me and said,
?We should be going. I?ve got plenty of sausages for tonight and there is another stop I think we should make.?
I was frantically trying to dislodge my last sausage from the inner reaches of my cunt as Hazel hustled me out of the room.
?Thank you Sven. Both the sausages and the movies were very good. I shall return.?
And, with that, Hazel pulled me out of the butcher shop.
?While we are out, we should pay a neighborly call upon Jesse and maybe Paul.?
The fact that she included the man of the house made me wonder what the true reason for this visit might be.
Jesse?s house ? funny that I should think of it in that way ? was an old rambling structure with a very large porch that ran across the front of the house. And this porch was furnished with a number of cane rocking chairs. When Hazel saw me looking at all of those chairs, she supplied the answer,
?Jesse often has a lot of people visit her.?
The inside of Jesse?s house was just as old-fashioned as the outside. The furniture ? what I could see of it- was definitely of an antique caliber. The interior of the room we entered was dark for all of the windows were covered with heavy drapes and for a minute or two I had difficulty in orienting myself.
Then I saw a huge chaise lounge. Lying upon this lounge was the largest black woman I had ever seen. She was easily seven or eight feet tall and must have weighed almost three hundred pounds. She was completely covered in a gown that was made of some kind of flowered material. All that was visible of her physique were her face, her arms and hands.
Hazel didn?t hesitate. She marched right up to the side of the lounge, lifted her short skirt and allowed one of those huge hands to begin stroking her pussy lips.
?Jesse, this is Hedwig Johanson. She is to be the new town nurse. I thought it advisable for her to meet both you and Paul. By the way, where is Paul? I think it is time to take his weekly temperature.?
?As you know, hazel, Paul is in the fun room and I believe that he is waiting for you. So, you are the new nurse??
?Yes, I am and I am very glad to meet you.?
I didn?t know whether or not I was expected to follow Hazel?s lead and lift my skirt so I did nothing. Jesse answered that question for me by sliding her immense hand up under my short skirt and starting to massage my pussy lips.
?Girl, have you ever had sex with a black man??
Her blunt question startled me to the point where I was unable to answer her. Then, once I had recovered my poise, I shook my head.
?Well that is something which we shall certainly have to remedy. What?s this??
In this brief interval, one of her fingers had somehow worked its way up into my pussy and that finger had encountered that damn sausage that I had been unable to remove. Somehow, she managed to do so and I gave a small shudder as that sausage was pulled from me.
?Oh ho! I see that you have been to Olander?s. Well I guess it was inevitable ? particularly if you happen to be fond of sausages.?
This statement was followed by a huge roaring laugh. Then Jesse rolled partway onto her right side and gave a mighty yell for someone named June. In no time at all, a small black girl appeared. Jesse handed her my besmirched sausage and issued some kind of order in a language I didn?t understand. The girl spun on her heels and tore of towards the back of the house.
?Never fear, she will return in a few minutes. You know why Hazel checks Paul?s temperature every week, don?t you?? Again, I shook my head. ?She is totally enamored of Paul?s black cock! In fact, I have no doubt but what they are back there fucking their heads off at this very minute!?
Before I could offer any thought of my own, that little girl burst into the room carrying a small tray. On it were two sausages both of which she offered to Jesse. Jesse selected one of the sausages and had the girl offer the second one to me. I thought it would be very unfriendly not to accept the offering so I took the remaining sausage. When I picked it up I could tell that it was not the sausage that I had carried into this house, but, just who?s sausage it was, was unknown.
?Thank you, June. That will be all for the moment.? Once more the girl spun around and scampered out of the room. Jesse held what I later took to be my sausage in her fingers for several heart beats and then she said,
?As I partake of the flesh of your body and you partake of the flesh of my body, we shall ingest elements of our individual essences! In this manner, may we be bound one to another!?
Then, with a solemn movement, we ate the sausages. And, as I ate Jesse?s sausage, an exceedingly strange sensation occupied my guts. I knew it was impossible, but somehow I felt as though something was being withdrawn from me!
Once we had finished eating the sausages, Jesse asked me,
?Would you like to see exactly how Hazel takes Paul?s temperature? It may provide you with a surprise.?
I nodded and once more Jesse bellowed for that small girl. What must have been directions followed for the little girl took my hand and led me off towards the back of the house. There, she stopped before a door and very carefully and quietly opened the door wide enough for me to see into the room.
Hazel was strapped onto what looked like an OB/GYN table except that this table had extensions that ran out to either side and Hazel?s arms were bound to these extensions. Furthermore, the bed of the table was constructed in such a manner as to allow it to slide forwards and backwards. Her legs were in the stirrups and they, too, were bound in place. As one might expect, Hazel?s legs were widely spread thus displaying her cunt and ass. There was some kind of gag in her mouth and, even though she was obviously screaming, no sound was emitted.
She was staring down at the space between her upraised legs and fear and distress were obvious upon her features. There was a small, flat extension that protruded from the end of table and a man, Paul, I assumed, was standing next to the end of this extension. What was terrifying Hazel was the part of his anatomy that was jutting out from what, on a human, would have been his lower belly.
I recognized it at once. It was the same type of creature that the boy had placed in my hand on my first visit to the school. It had the same pointed end ? couldn?t call that a head for there were no eyes or a nose in it. And, that same tongue continually flickered in and out and from side to side.
As I watched and Hazel watched, that creature continued to grow in size and length! It was approaching her cunt! I could see that Hazel was screaming in terror although no sound was forthcoming. Finally, that reptilian tongue reached the lips of her cunt. Its flickering movement increased in speed as it darted from side-to-side, licking her cunt lips. I saw Hazel begin to surrender to this animalistic seduction. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her frantic bodily movements began to quiet. Somehow Hazel was able to slide the portion of the table upon which she reclined toward that terrifying thing so that, instead of it entering her cunt, she was sliding her cunt onto it!
The little girl who was still holding my hand, said,
?Paul?s schisss is thirsty. Want to drink her wahter!?
The girl spoke in a very pronounced sibilant manner so I asked her to repeat what she had said for I hadn?t understood her.
She explained, ?We all new. Not talk good yet.? Then she made another try at explaining. She reached behind herself and held her arm straight out from between her legs in front of her body while uttering that single sound. ?Schissss. Schisss.?
Her gesture told me at once that she was talking about the creature that even now was being drawn into Hazel?s cunt!
Hazel was acting as though she wanted to somehow avoid this thing, but she always managed to effectively drive it deeper into her cunt! And, as she ostensibly fought the invasion of this thing, it relentlessly slithered deeper and deeper into her. Then, that tongue must have had some effect upon Hazel?s insides for she tried to rise up as her orgasm smashed into her.
By now, the size of that thing was nearly as big as a man?s wrist and it was stretching her cunt ever wider and wider. Hazel?s hips began the tell-tale humping that always signified that she wanted still more of this invader. I gasped for Hazel was, in effect, fucking herself! Gone was her fear of this thing ? whatever it was ? and multiple orgasms had been substituted in its place! I believe that, at one point, Hazel actually fainted from the rush accordant with her steady string of orgasms.
I had been so intent upon watching Hazel?s difficulties that I had failed to pay any attention to the young girl. I only became aware of her presence once more when I felt her small hand reach over and begin stroking my cunt! I looked down at her and, as she smiled at me, she asked me,
?You want Jane schisss??
I was astounded and the only thing I could say was, ?But Jane, you are too young!? As I uttered these words, I recalled Hazel?s admonition regarding the ages of these so-called, ?people?. Yes, this was apparently a young human girl, but she was not a human and, in her world, she was probably an adult.
Jane took things into her own hands! I had been so engrossed by Hazels? activities that I had not looked at the things that were in this room-except for the OB/GYN table. So I was caught off guard when Jane suddenly pushed me backwards onto a settee. This piece of furniture was just wide enough to support my body down to the mid-point of my back. I was struck by two things about this child-appearing creature: her efficiency and her strength. In less than a second, she had my legs apart and elevated! Then, when I tried to force my legs down, I couldn?t because she was holding them aloft.
I knew a strange feeling as I stared downwards between my up-raised legs at the face of a small child peering up at me. I started to demand that she release me when I felt a cold, wet, slimy sensation along the inside of my right thigh. Even before I looked down, I knew what I would see. Along with Jane?s little-girl face there was a reptilian head seemingly plastered to my thigh!
?NO, Jane! Please Jane, NO! Pull it off me, please. I don?t want this!?
?You do this thing! Make you schisss girl. All time, schisss get thirsty, schisss drink you wahter! You no stop!?
I thought, ?Oh, my GOD! Is she telling me that this will make me into a kind of sex slave to these creatures? I?ve got to stop this!?
But my nympho nature wouldn?t let me. I lifted my buttocks clear of the settee and began the telltale humping that constituted the universal signal for cock. That unearthly tongue had reached my cunt lips and it was driving me relentlessly towards an orgasm! I couldn?t stop my bodily-led seduction even if I wanted to. I began thrusting my pelvis up against the resistance of that creature ? driving it ever deeper into me. Jane had positioned my ankles upon her shoulders and that gave me a means of pivoting my pelvis in a way that caused that creature to slide ever deeper into my cunt!
My head began rolling from side to side and I heard myself moaning in that pleasant agony that always precedes the onset of an orgasm. I had surrendered to my base nature and now I was deeply into a sea of sexual pleasure. I was fucking myself!
Sensation followed upon sensation and soon there were no times when I wasn?t climaxing. That insidious tongue had discovered that I no longer had a cervix obstruction and it was now causing me a tingling sensation deep in my belly. I thought I might die from the excitement I was experiencing, but I didn?t and I didn?t even slow my movements! Then, the girl leaned forward and said,
?Darkman make easy for schisss to drink you wahter! Schisss through drinking. You go now. You come back or I come to you when schisss need you wahter. You schisss girl. You not keep schisss from drink you wahter.?
She stepped backwards and, in so doing, drew her schisss from my cunt. She made no move to help me up. After all, why should she be expected to assist a slave? I looked over to where Hazel had been, but she was gone so I found my way back into that big room where Jesse was still reclining on that same lounge. I felt as though my whole life had just been turned upside down and Jesse was still lying there as if nothing had happened. She did acknowledge my change in status as I walked past her by saying, ?You schisss girls should get together!?
I met up with Hazel on the porch. She was standing there with a very far-away look on her face. I assumed that her classification as a, ?schisss? girl was finally making itself felt. I asked her,
?What?s wrong??
?That bastard is not Paul. My Paul has been replaced! And that SOB degraded and embarrassed me!?
Before I thought, I asked her, ?How did he do that??
?That ornery bastard made me fuck myself. Paul would never have disgraced me like that!?
I thought it best to not pursue this line of thought any further so I asked, ?Ready to go home??
She didn?t voice an answer. All she did was to step down off the porch and start up the street. Nothing was said about our joint experiences for, if she felt as sad at her new status as I did about mine, there was nothing to be said. Somehow we had allowed ourselves to lulled into a sexual trap and now we must pay for it!
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