       Edendale ch-1
       ?Surely you know that after your little sinful escapade you can no longer hold a position in this organization.? 
       So it was that my boss fired me!
       Then, the Mother Superior added the final humiliation.
       ?It has been decided that it is not proper for you to remain in the Washington area so we are reassigning you to a pleasant little place in the mountains. With your demonstrated proclivity for carnal activity, you should fit right in at this new station.?
       ?Where is this place? How soon must I leave??
       ?There is an opening in the own of Edendale for a visiting nurse replacement. The present nurse is reaching retirement age and someone else must be sent into Edendale as a replacement. You are to be her replacement. I would suggest that you leave not later than tomorrow!?
       All of this had been occasioned by an unlocked office door.  Two days before this conversation, the Mother Superior had walked unannounced into my office to find me with my habit bunched up above my waist and my legs up in the air. Naturally, I was spread-eagled on my desk top and one of the office managers frantically fucking my brains out! What even the Mother Superior didn?t know was that the present fucker was not my first nor my twentieth for I had fucked nearly every male in that whole damn office!
       I took the barbed hint and tore out of Washington the very next day and began my drive to Edendale.
       After a very boring drive of several hundred miles, I decided it would be advisable to ask for directions, so I swung into a huge gas station that also served as a truck stop. The gas attendant was only too eager to give me directions and, as I prepared to leave, he added one bit of advice. 
       He warned me about going too fast for, as he said, the sign pointing the way to Edendale was not easy to spot. He had estimated it to be about twenty miles down the freeway so at about seventeen miles I began slowing and looking for the sign. That man had been right.  Even after merely crawling along, I nearly missed the damn sign pointing right and saying, ?Edendale ? 7 miles?. At least, I didn?t have to slam on my brakes in order to keep from passing it.
       The pavement lasted for about fifty yards and then the road became nothing but dirt. Those were some of the longest seven miles I had ever had to cover. Dust soon covered the windshield and infiltrated the car so that breathing was not easy. My speedometer told me that I had covered seven miles, but there was no sign of civilization in sight. Then, as I was about to turn back, I crested a small rise and - lo and behold - a one horse town lay spread out below me! I spotted a one pump gas station and headed for that. As I pulled into the station ? such as it was ? a young man came out of the repair bay and walked up to my window.
       As he approached me, I got the first of many shocks from the people who populated Edendale. He was wearing a very light shirt and his nipples were readily apparent. What was unusual was the fact that they were both deep black in color!
       Before I could say anything, he addressed me.
       ?I guess you?d be that new nurse that?s comin? here to take over from Hazel. Well, about this time of day, she?s gonna be sittin?on her porch sippin? a cool drink. Are you plannin?on stayin? with her??
       ?I hadn?t really reached any kind of decision about lodging. Is there a hotel??
       ?Aw, sure. There?s Mama Brown?s hotel. She?s my granny and she runs the only hotel in town. Either way, what you want to do is go down the state road to the first light and either turn left for Hazel?s place or turn right for the hotel parking lot. The hotel sits on the southwest corner. I think that would be your best bet since Hazel?s only got a three-room place. 
       ?I agree. I think the hotel sounds like the best option. There is just one other problem. I don?t see any traffic light.?
       He burst out laughing and, in between guffaws, he said, ?That?s ?cause the light ain?t never worked!?
       I could only stare at this idiot in sheer disbelief. He was still laughing as I began pulling away from the station. I didn?t move the car completely back onto what he had referred to as, ?the state road? because I was having a two-sided battle with myself. Something about this place seemed weird, but I couldn?t place what it was.  My brain kept repeating, ?Flee! Run for your very life! This place is evil!?, whereas, my libido kept on pushing me to proceed into the town. My libido was so insistent that as I headed into town I suddenly realized that I was juicing! That decided me. 
       I eased my way down the hill until I was right in front of the non-working traffic light. I could see a small house about three doors down on my left with a woman of some kind sitting on the porch.
       ?Ah, that must be the nurse I am to replace.?
       I looked to my right to see a four story building with a sign across its front that announced that this was, in fact, ?Mama?s Hotel?. The dirt road seemed to wander off in a general westerly direction leaving a cleared space between the side of the hotel and the road. The cleared space was obviously Mama?s attempt at providing a parking lot. I swung my car to the right and, as I looked at the side of the hotel, I noticed several signs ? some of which said, ?Teacher? and one that said, ?Mgr?. As I cruised along the side of the hotel, I finally found a sign ? at the very far end of the cleared space ? that said, ?Visitor?. Apparently Mama?s and Edendale didn?t do a gold rush kind of business involving tourists. I swung into the space, cut the engine, grabbed my overnight tote bag and crawled, stiffly out of the car.
       Mama?s hotel was one of those old-time places that sat up on a raised front yard. There were five steps to get up to a place where a person could walk up to the steps up to the front porch. I stood for a few minutes and scanned the front fa?ade of the building. The whole front porch was edged in old time filigree and, from the dust on the porch floor, I didn?t think anyone had stood or sat upon that porch in many a year.
       I hadn?t anymore than pulled my hand back from knocking when the door opened.
       ?You must be Hazel?s replacement.?
       That was not a question but a mere statement of fact.
       ?My grandson called form the station and said you were on your way. Come in. I?ve already got your room ready! My grandson can get your luggage later.?
       Having said this, she swung the door completely open and gestured for me to enter. I paused because her appearance had startled the hell out of me. She was wearing the same sort of sheer shirt that her grandson had been wearing when I spoke to him. This woman was obviously at least sixty but her tits rode up on her chest like two pylons! There wasn?t even a hint of old-woman sag to them! But, what really startled me were the sights of her areolas and her nipples. Just like her grandson?s chest, her areolas were a midnight black, but her nipples were cherry red and they, too, stood out at least and inch from each areola! In all my nursing experience, I had never seen tits like these before, especially on a woman of this age!
       Her features were rather sharp and there was a goodly amount of grey in her hair that had, at one time been brunet. She turned and headed for the stairs and, as she did, my eyes were drawn to her legs and buttocks. Primarily because her buttocks were very visible beneath the extremely short skirt she was wearing. Like her tits, her buttocks showed no sign of age-induced sagging and I got a clear sight of her ass as she led me to and then up the stairs. Something about her buttocks struck me as strange and it took me several minutes to realize what it was. 
       Most people?s buttocks close over the puckered hole in the middle of their ass. The buttocks on this woman were actually parted so that, as she walked, her puckered hole was definitely visible and I could clearly see a dark black ring that surrounded that puckered hole! The sides of this ring must have been at least a half-inch in width!
       I began to seriously consider giving up the whole thing and going on to the next big city, but I knew that whoring would be the only work I was likely to find. So, I traipsed after her up the stairs.
       ?You?re lucky. Usually, by this time in the season, we are pretty full up ? what with the influx of the school teachers and such, but I?ve got one really nice room on the third floor that is available. The shower and bathroom will be just across the hall from your room. And it has a big window that looks out upon the mountains that rise up behind us. In the evening, that can be a really pretty view.?
       She was right. The room was huge with a big bed, a chest of drawers, a closet, a chair and a  table. Most of the rear wall was a huge picture window and, for a girl who was raised in Wyoming, it gave me one very pretty view of the mountains. The sun was setting and a golden glow was cast over the mountain tops.
       The old lady quoted me a price that would have been ridiculous in Washington and she volunteered that the price included three meals-a-day.  I was sold!
       ?I?ll take it!?
       ?I thought you might. Leave your things and we?ll go down to the parlor and have a glass of wine - or, maybe two.? 
        She chuckled at her modest attempt at humor and I smiled in return. Since I was the closest to the door, I led the way back down the stairs. Then, as I paused for just an instant before entering the parlor, she gave me a gentle shove from behind and I could have sworn that she intentionally felt my buttock!
       True to her word, she soon appeared carrying two rather large glasses of a very red wine.
       ?I must apologize to you for something. We, of course, knew of your coming, but we didn?t know just exactly when you would arrive. As a result, I don?t have much in the house for supper. Would you be agreeable to some sausages? I nearly always have them in stock.?
       I nodded and took the opportunity to ask her, ?How did this place get the name of, ?Edendale??
       ?Well, you see ? a long time ago some immigrants from the old world came over here to settle. They were hedonists. Do you know that term??
       ?I think so. Isn?t that kind of person pleasure-driven??
       ?Exactly. So they wanted some place where they could do their thing without a lot of outside interruptions. They stumbled upon this valley and decided this was the place. First off, they wanted to name it just, ?Eden?, but the authorities wouldn?t allow that. So, ?Dale? was added on. And that is what it has been ever? since -another glass??
       I nodded and in a very short time, I was working on my second glass of very strong wine. For some reason, our conversation lapsed. There were a number of things that I wanted to ask this old woman, but I sensed that she was done talking.
       After a third glass of her wine, we adjourned to the dining room where she put a very appetizing meal before me. The sausages that she had mentioned were especially good and I said so.
       ?Glad you like them. I fix them with my own recipe. I think it adds a little more zing to the flavor ? don?t you??
       ?I most certainly do.?
       With yet another glass of wine, we managed to talk until it was quite dark. She brought our conversation to an end by saying, 
       ?This has been a very long and trying day for you. I suspect that you are ready for bed so I?ll shut up and let you get some rest.?
       Soon, I was in my huge new room in Edendale. The old woman had been right. A long day coupled with a number of glasses of her very potent wine and I was glad to undress and flop in bed. It had been a long time since I had tried to sleep in a place where there was no traffic noise or sirens wailing, but I had no difficulty in dropping off almost immediately.
       It must have been sometime after midnight when a slight noise woke me. I lay there for some time with my eyes closed attempting to seduce someone into thinking I was really asleep, but, in actuality, I was peering through my barely open eye lids. I could see a shadow moving about the room and, after a very short time, I felt an extremely light touch on the outside of my thigh. Since I didn?t give any indication of being awake, my visitor became more brazen in their movements. With the light touch of a spider, the fingers that had been touching my leg began slowly investigating my thigh. It was difficult to remain still and keep my breathing under control. For, as that touch moved over the more sensitive parts of my body, it left streaks of goose bumps on my skin. I wanted so much for that teasing finger to find my cunt and drive deeply into me, but it continued to tease me in the most exciting way.
       I couldn?t stand it any more and I began thrashing about in the bed. Soon, my legs were widely spread and my hands were massaging my tits. There was no warning, but suddenly a warm moist mouth glued itself to the lips of my cunt.
       ?Aaaahhhhh.? Was the only response I could make.
       My lover?s tongue quickly speared me. That action caused me to not only spread my legs wider, but to raise my knees until they were resting upon my tits. During my lifetime, I had been kissed, sucked and tongue-fucked by any number of people, but this tongue was, in some measure, totally different. It was fatter than most tongues and definitely longer. It didn?t just stroke up and down my cunt lips, oh no. It struck deep within my cunt and it began fucking me! The effect of this outlandish tongue was soon lost to me as my concentration, of necessity, centered upon the exciting feelings that were tearing through me. Oh GOD! It was wonderful! Lightening flashes of erotic arousal filled every part of my body and all I could do was to cry out for more.
       I felt the teeth of my lover scraping slightly at my bud and that drove my response even higher. By now, my lover?s hands were roughly squeezing and pulling on my tits. I had to come. I could no longer stand not coming. I felt my come building and building until I though I should surely burst. And, then I exploded!
       As I began to come down from my peak of orgasmic pleasure, I felt my lover?s hands, mouth and teeth beginning to attack me again!
       ?No! No! I can?t stand any more! Please, let me rest. Please ?..I? uh?I uh?.Oh God! Put your tongue in me! Deeper! For God?s sake! Push it deeper! Oh?ooh ?ooooh?oooooh ?I?m ?ooh ?I?m cominggggggg!? And my entire world exploded!
       The next morning, as I cleaned myself in the shower, I noticed some soreness around my clit and cunt lips. When I looked closer, it was plain to the naked eye that someone had feasted upon my private parts for their light teeth marks were very apparent! I wondered if I had stumbled into a den of vampires?
       As I dressed for the day, I wondered what sort of greeting I would receive from Granny for it was obvious that she was the only person who could have attacked me in such a ravenous manner. As I walked into the dining room, I looked at her, smiled and said, ?Good morning. Did you have a pleasant night??
       She merely shrugged her shoulders and turned to stare at me.
       ?Where in hell do you think you are going dressed like that?? Her tone was harsh.
       ?Why? What?s wrong with this habit? I am accustomed to wearing this everyday in the office.?
       ?But, dearie, you are not in the office. Why didn?t you put on that skirt and blouse I put out for you??
       ?Honestly, it wouldn?t cover me and I didn?t want to seem to be a ?.well, a loose woman. After all, I am a nun!?
       ?Not any more, sweetie. If you insist upon wearing that outfit, then you should walk around the corner, get in your car and hightail it out of this town! There will be no friendly response to your greetings and doors will be closed to you. Dressed like that, you will never be accepted by the people of Edendale! And that fancy getup will only be ripped off you as some of the inhabitants of this town fuck you!
       I guess it hasn?t been made clear to you yet, but sex is rampant in this town. In fact, Edendale is known as the sexual, ?Devil?s Island? of the whole US of A. The people who are sent here are the kind of people who are sex fiends. They eat, sleep and live sex! Even though you may try to deny it, you are one of that kind,too! That?s why you have been incarcerated in Edendale! 
       Now, either go back upstairs and put on your Edendale skirt and blouse or get the hell out of this town! Now, which shall it be?? 
       I had never in my life been confronted by such a bald statement and a decision requested so abruptly. I stammered as I tried to formulate some kind of answer, but Granny was not having any nonsense.
       ?YES or NO!?
       I stared at this woman and I knew that what she had said was the truth, I was a sex fiend of sorts and it had been my proclivity for office sex that had landed me in this God awful place. My boss had made it abundantly clear that there was no place for me in that society. She had said, ?Hedwig, it is Edendale or nothing!?
       I turned and slowly announced my capitulation by returning to my room. I pulled off my sisterly clothing and donned the apparel of an Edendale streetwalker. Somehow, this short skirt made me feel more naked than if I had been actually naked. I was no longer Hedwig the nun, but Hedwig the whore!
       When I returned to the parlor, granny was sitting in a rocking chair with her feet up on the arms. This gave me a clear view of her cunt. I gasped, for the night before, I had made a mistake. That black circle that I took to encircle her puckered hole was, in actuality, a distorted figure eight! The lower circle did surround her ass hole, but the upper half extended clear up to around her clit! Both circles met in the middle of her perineum to form the figure eight.
       Granny promptly announced that I had made the right decision. ?When you get your own skirts, those skirts should be just long enough to cover where your buttocks meet your thighs. Just how long you will want them to be is up to you, but you must know that it is, against the law to go around completely naked! That?s why all of the people in Edendale wear these short clothes. Legally, we aren?t naked! You will find the length of this skirt the most appropriate for Edendale. Now, eat your breakfast and afterwards I will take you to see Hazel.?
       As soon as we had eaten our breakfast ? Granny had fed me those very tasty sausages yet again ? we walked out upon the porch and then down to the street level. I was surprised at the sense of freedom this short skirt gave me and the fact that my ass was completely exposed didn?t bother me in the least. We walked right down the middle of the street because, as Granny explained, there weren?t all that many cars in Edendale so no one bothered with the sidewalks.
       The bank was just to the right of granny?s hotel with the grocery store and butcher shop directly across the street. As we passed the butcher shop, we turned down a dusty, dirt side street. The only building on this street had a sign on its front that read, ?Nurse Station?. Without any hesitation, the two of us entered the Nurse?s Station and were greeted by a woman as old or older than Granny.     
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