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Nancy's Inferno Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



**Author note..Doing this series in nine short vignettes...hope you enjoy it.

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From a strictly comfort standpoint, it had been pure lunacy for Nancy Grubbs to make the move she had the previous Summer. Having moved to Canton with her Daughter once she'd finished high school, Nancy didn't really start missing Pensacola until the first morning in November the wind chill dipped below freezing. By January she was ready to leave Ohio and move back to Florida. Only thing stopping her was the two feet of snow piled up in front of the door.

Sadly, the main reason she'd made the move in the first place (money), was still an overriding issue. With her divorce finalized and no chance of either one being able to afford the house on their own, not to mention in the current market the place just wouldn't sell, Nancy found out her Aunt from Ohio was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's, and the family was going to put her in a long term care facility. Rather than allowing them to put the Aunt's house up for sale however, Nancy on a lark asked if she could come north and move in.

It would provide a fresh start after a crumbled marriage and a career on hold because of the recession. She decided to bring her 18 year old Daughter Lacy along simply because the girl was nowhere close to being able to take care of herself. There was a small community college close by, and despite the definite change in lifestyle and scenery, Nancy thought she could make it work.

As with most of the things in her life over the past five years, the best laid plans went Ka-Plooey.

The first thing she found herself gravitating towards once she'd settled in Canton was a small church a couple of blocks from home. Before she found a job, or even before she'd really figured out her way around town, Nancy felt a strange, almost instinctual pull to see what was going on inside the modest facility that was actually located inside a somewhat run down strip mall.

>From what some of the members of her distant family in the area had told her, the spot she was living use to be one of the nicer places in Canton, but given the eventual backslide due to the economy and jobs leaving the area, the neighborhood she'd moved to had lost much of its luster. While Nancy had seen poverty in her life, it was usually driving through the bad neighborhoods to get to where she was headed. Having a Husband with a good job for all those years helped make for what she thought was an idyllic life. In a rye turn of fate, Nancy slowly came to understand, given her current situation, she wasn't exactly a Rockerfeller herself once she'd dropped anchor in Canton.

Having grown up in a rather devout southern Bible-Belt family, worship had been a significant part of her youth. Given the inevitable angst that came with her teenage years, plus marrying a man that was steadfastly non-religious, Nancy had gone several decades without attending services regularly. So it was nothing short of a revelation when she walked through those doors one Sunday and found something to fill a little of the emptiness that had taken over inside her.

The 50 or so members of the congregation quickly embraced her and before long Nancy had put her bookkeeping skills to work helping out as the church's secretary and treasurer.

Despite the void it was filling in her own life, Nancy couldn't get Lacy to come to church with her. Knowing how she was at Lacy's age, Nancy understood what her Daughter was going through, especially given all the upheaval with the divorce and subsequent move. It didn't take long however before Nancy started to see some signs Lacy had fallen in with the wrong crowd.

The first inkling she got was when Lacy began coming home a little later and later every night. She certainly didn't want to give her nearly 19 year old Daughter a curfew, but they were living in a new town and Nancy worried, appropriately so, what could happen to a naive and pretty girl at those late hours. It wasn't long into that first Fall semester of community college that Nancy could tell Lacy was starting to blow off some of her classes as well. Money was tight enough as it was and Nancy simply felt disheartened seeing that tuition money essentially flushed away.

By that time Nancy had taken a part time job at a packaging company to go along with the small amount of money she was making helping out at the church. Still, she was working long hours with very little to show when one night at about 1am Nancy stumbled out of bed to get a drink about the same time Lacy was just coming in for the night. 

Immediately noticing the disheveled state of her Daughter's clothing and inhaling the clear smell of alcohol and pot wafting from her staggering body, Nancy could also see several fresh hickeys beginning to sprout across the front of Lacy's milky white neck and chest. Too tired to pick a fight, Nancy simply shook her head and scowled at her Daughter with real contempt before carrying herself back to bed.

The one rock Nancy seemed to have found in the otherwise chaotic maelstrom of her life was the pastor at the church she's found a home at. His name was Calvin Grady and if you've seen the televangelist TD Jakes, you have a pretty good picture of Pastor Grady.

A loveable teddy-bear at heart, on first glance anyone who saw him walking down the street might be inclined to quickly find their way to the other side. Despite being 6 foot 2 and weighing every bit of 325 pounds, the warmth of his smile or comfort of his chuckle instantly drew people in. Having spilled her guts to him about all the problems of her life, big and small, since she'd joined the church, Nancy couldn't think of another man who listened as well as Calvin, and earned her trust so quickly. 

That wasn't to say Pastor Grady didn't take on the persona of an old-time fire and brimstone preacher when the time called for it. Nancy vividly remembered the first time she saw him work himself into a lather during a Sunday sermon, watching him literally sweat through his expensive blue dress shirt as he waved his Bible high in the air. Nancy could still feel the goosebumps rise on her forearms recalling how his low, soulful baritone voice rose in volume until it rattled the windows of the small office spaced that served as church, urging his congregation to be tireless soldiers as they served God.

Nancy felt as if she was capable of anything after one of Calvin's rousing sermons, but also felt at total and complete ease during their occasional one on one pep talks. Sharing the details about the strained relationship she had with her Daughter was about the only thing that kept Nancy from going completely over the edge.

Other than both being in their early 40's, on the surface Nancy and Calvin seemed to have little in common. He was black, and in both personality and stature came across as bigger than life. Nancy was a shade under 5'3" and was so soft-spoken, people often times had to ask her to speak up in casual conversation. Calvin had been raised for a Father who was a struggling jazz musician and spent a great deal of his youth roaming the hardscrabble streets of inner city Memphis. Nancy's Father had been a renowned doctor for many years in the Tampa/St. Pete area, and her youth came with all the trappings.

While they both had been raised in households that valued religion, Calvin came from a background of unscripted rambunctiousness when it came to worship, while Nancy was reared in a much more staid evangelic environment.

Still, when Calvin closed his huge black hand around her tiny white one in an attempt to comfort her when Nancy began crying beside him one day, she felt an undeniable kinship to her new pastor. When she wiped the tears from her eyes a few seconds later and saw him staring reassuringly down at her, she felt something else she couldn't quite place.

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Nancy could have used Pastor Grady at her side a few days later when she ducked out of work early from her job at the packaging company. Feeling increasingly run down, Nancy was thinking the initial fangs of the flu had chomped their pearly whites down on her. Being a Florida girl all her life, the perpetual cold weather didn't help and given the day to day stress was under, Nancy assumed she was ripe for the picking.

Deciding to just take the day off to go home and hopefully sleep it off, from the instant she pulled into her driveway she got the sense that would be easier said than done. It was a little after 2 that Thursday afternoon, and if memory served Lacy should be at school in Biology Lab. When she stuck her key in the front door and realized it was unlocked however, another tide of nausea rolled through Nancy's belly.

Before she could even set foot inside the house, the sounds from upstairs told Nancy everything she needed to know. Lacy may not have been at her lab, but at that moment it was dreadfully clear she was getting a Biology lesson of her own.

As any Mother would, Nancy instantly felt the presence of someone in the house that shouldn't be there. Almost tripping over her Daughter's discarded tennis shoes in the foyer, she could see a scattered trail of male and female clothing leading up the steps. Turning her head, Nancy could also see a heavy winter coat resting on the sofa, and her skin crawled when she inhaled the residue of cologne drifting from it. As badly as she wanted to fight it, Nancy could also hear the sound of springs, along with the scooting friction of the legs of a bed, grinding painfully on the floor directly above her.

If she wasn't already feeling ill, the sensory overload she was currently enduring would have certainly sent her in that direction.

"What the Hell are you gonna do?" she asked herself as the room began to spin around her.

"You can march right up there and put your foot down..that's what you can do!" a voice of defiance shouted in Nancy's head, but it was met with only a supporting chorus of silence.

"So you're just gonna stand down here and wait until they're finished?" a third, more rational voice opined.

Tossing her purse down on the chair to her left, Nancy reached up and rubbed her temples for several seconds before finally steadying herself enough to make a stand. It took awhile to properly motivate herself, but Nancy eventually turned and started the slow walk upstairs.

In retrospect, that probably had been a mistake.

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The only thing Nancy could liken the ascension of those stairs to was the same feeling a soldier may have trying to navigate a narrow hallway, fearing a hail of bullets may suddenly burst from somewhere at any moment. With each successive step she took, the sound of moans billowing from Lacy's bedroom only intensified. Nancy almost put her hands up to her ears to ward off the increasingly viral echoes coming from upstairs, but she was able to keep them balled into fists at her side as she tiptoed slowly in that direction.

Her face turning every shade of red as she neared the second floor landing, deep down Nancy understood the crossroads she was approaching. Knowing she could still descend down the stairs, perhaps drive down to the store or around the block a few times, anything to pretend this interlude never happened, before she could give into that temptation to run, another more insistent, and long muted internal voice spoke up.

"Show a little backbone and maybe you'll start getting some respect from her," it urged.

Inching her right foot off the top stair and onto the landing, it took every ounce of energy and stubborn will in her soul but Nancy managed to turn her head in the direction of Lacy's partially closed bedroom door. 

For just a moment, the shrieks and groans coming from the two mouths inside became white noise inside Nancy's head. All she could see was the shirt clad back of a man, a very tall man, shoving forward and each time he did, Nancy could feel the floor of the old house vibrate beneath her feet.

"Maybe if I just stumbled up here and caught them making out..or kissing...it wouldn't be so bad," Nancy tried rationalizing. "But he's in there......fucking her senseless."

Instantly cringing when she heard her own voice say the word 'fuck' inside her head, Nancy recoiled and nearly fell backwards down the stairs until she clutched the support of the railing.

"It almost sounds like he's torturing her," Nancy thought to herself, only to hear her Daughter's fractured voice beg the man to fuck her harder after every third or fourth violent thrust.

Her fists inexplicably loosening as a numbing haze overtook her, Nancy couldn't help but think back to a day as a child visiting her Grandparents. Remembering how two of their dogs had started 'doing it' in the backyard one afternoon, Nancy vividly recalled how her Grandfather grabbed a pale of cold water and tossed it on the conjoined mutts, sending them scurrying in opposite directions before any damage was done.

The thought of doing the same thing to the guy and her Daughter flickered in Nancy's mind, but she didn't have a pale or spigot handy. She did have a voice and two good hands, but for the time being all three were useless.

Seemingly paralyzed at the top of the steps, Nancy was helpless to listen as the cascade of sound poured from the room. The bed in the room Lacy had taken when they'd moved had old fashioned iron coiled springs, meaning even under the mildest of circumstances, you could hear someone turning over on it from all points in the house. The fact that her weight was now thrashing on top of it created a nonstop metallic roar between Nancy's ears.

She could also hear the man's chilling and brutal grunts as he plowed down on top of Lacy. Doing everything she could to avoid peeking inside that half opened door, Nancy was left to absorb every single vocal chord of the lurid assault.

At some point, Nancy heard something in her Daughter's cries that nearly caused her knees to give way. It could have been any woman being ravaged in that room, groveling at the top of her lungs for release, it just happened to be her very own flesh and blood. Nancy bowed her head hearing the desperation, pain, and yes, joy bleeding from her Daughter's lips. Even if she had a firehose to turn on the couple inside, Nancy didn't think she could. As heartbreakingly twisted as it seemed, whatever burning itch that had overtaken Lacy, the only way for it to be scratched was to allow the man in there with her to finish what he was doing.

"Then why are you still standing here?" she couldn't help wondering.

Her head bowed for several difficult breaths, it didn't take long before the darkness wasn't much consolation for Nancy either. When she raised her head and focused her eyes, the same scene was still playing out, as if on a continuous loop. Nancy could tell the man in question was standing on the floor on the near side of the bed, his hips thrusting forward so fiercely, it sounded as if the bed could fly apart at any moment. 

Struggling to keep her gaze locked between the crack in the door, Nancy made another discovery when she allowed the line of sight to center on the man's bare behind. Muscular and firm, his ass worked like a paint mixer as he shoved his cock ruthlessly into Lacy's squishing cunt. Those same hips were also black, and for some reason that sent a staggering jolt of shock through Nancy's heart.

Holding on to the railing as she leered guiltily forward, it wasn't long before she noticed Lacy's feet bouncing wildly to each side of the man's chiseled waist. Even though she had only a sliver of a view inside the room, for some reason she'd never fathom, Nancy's mind filled with the vivid image of what it must look like for the young black man to have Lacy perched on her hands and knees, yelping for him to finish her off.

The last think Nancy wanted to think of herself as was a racist. Hell, she'd just connected on a deeper plane with her new Pastor than any man she had in a long time, and he happened to be black. Still, she couldn't deny the visceral unease she felt seeing those chocolate colored hips churning forward, causing Lacy to scream each time he did.

It could have been a white boy in there fucking her Daughter, or an Asian, Indian or Bolivian, it shouldn't have mattered. She was in there having sex while she thought her Mom was at work, and if she was doing it now, chances are it wasn't the first time. Nancy knew she should step inside and put a stop to it, but she couldn't bring herself to move. The ferocious urgency of what was going on inside that door kept Nancy crouched there in place, her hands wrapped tightly around the railing at the top of the steps.

Mercifully, after three or four more tempestuous minutes, the unsuspecting couple appeared to be nearing their crescendo.

Without realizing it, the flesh on flesh report of the man's groin slamming into Lacy's behind caused Nancy's right foot to tap in real time on the floor, like she always did whenever she became anxious. Being able to hear the sound of their bodies colliding over top of the twanging screech of the bedsprings spoke to just how intense things were getting not 10 feet away from the spot she was standing.

Straining her neck against her better judgment to get a clearer view inside the room, Nancy's breath lodged in her throat seeing the way the man was holding Lacy's long, dirty blonde hair essentially like a bridle, pulling on it with his left hand after every second or third virile thrust. In a strange, almost spiritual connection between Mother and Daughter, Nancy could feel the follicles in her own head flaring each time he did.

"YEESSSS...GODDDDDD....SHAWN..FUCK...YES....FUCK ME HARD....FUCK ME...GODDDDDDDDDD..I'M CUMMMMMMINNGGGNG..I'M CUMMINNNGGGGG," Nancy heard Lacy's voice shattering like glass as it echoed through the upstairs corridor, for the first time giving the young man pounding her a name.

For his part, the boy named Shawn showed no signs of slowing down. Keeping one hand wrapped tightly around Lacy's soft, tangled hair, he gripped the other one under her belly, basically keeping her mounted on her hands and knees until he was done with her.

Within a minute, the frothy semen stewing inside his bloated balls were spitting from the golf ball sized head of his cock. And once again that same indescribable maternal connection presented itself, causing Nancy to feel as if a torrent of gooey warmth had been unleashed inside her own womb as well.

Her eyes still hypnotically trained forward, without really knowing she had, Nancy raised her right hand to her chest, first to calm her racing heart then to tweak the fat, grape shaped bulge of her left nipple as it protruded the front of her blouse.

Time froze for Nancy as she trembled against the wall, a massive exhale sweeping from her gut when the horribly messy sound of the man's cock slipping from Lacy's cunt reverberated in her ears. Within a few seconds, she also heard her Daughter collapse face first down on the mattress in exhaustion. When she looked down to gather herself, it was only then Nancy realized she'd been fondling her own chest.

"Oh Dear God," she cringed, but the guilt and embarrassment she felt seeing that was nothing compared to what torpedoed through her soul when she finally looked back up and saw the young man in the room staring back at her through the half opened door.

Nancy might as well have been burning at the stake when she felt the heat of Shawn's curious gaze. It wasn't long however before the shock left his dark eyes, gradually replaced by the mild recognition that the woman he was staring at bore a striking resemblance to the same one he'd just left sexually devastated on the bed below.

As if wired together by some sort of primitive telepathy, Nancy watched Shawn stare down at her Daughter on the bed and felt a wave reassurance that at least Lacy was face down and spent on the mattress, with no clue about the silent interplay taking place above her. Her knuckles white as she gripped at the banister, Nancy's eyes became the size of quarters when she saw Shawn's freshly used penis dangling like a moist sausage between his legs. Unable to blink or breath, it simply looked like someone had pulled Nancy's cord.


Nancy's Inferno Ch. 01



"At least he wore a condom, thank God," her voice rattled inside her head.

It wasn't until Shawn reached down and grabbed the upper third of his cock. then began rolling the mangled sheath of the rubber off his still hard appendage, that Nancy finally flinched from her paralyzed state.

"He's flaunting it in my face," she couldn't help but note, every nerve in her body popping like kernels of corn as she withered under the heat of the boy's taunting gaze.

Her upper lip trembling visibly as Shawn rolled the smeared white rubber down his greasy girth, Nancy swooned on the balls of her feet, looking just like an old fashioned child's inflatable punching bag as she focused on him deliberately pulling the condom off the dome shaped rim of his fat cock.

Feeling the hateful weight of Nancy's gaze, Shawn was somehow empowered by the way she still couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him as he stood there with the stretchy vessel of his own warm semen dangling in his hand. Before he really even realized he had, Shawn nonchalantly tossed the pasty sheath of seminal fluid down on Lacy's back.

Clenching her arms tightly around chest, Nancy's eyes instantly snapped closed. Unable to stand there a second longer, Nancy fumbled for the railings as she threw herself down the steps. With that horrible lasting image still staining the pitch black background of her mind, Nancy flailed like a blind woman down the stairs until she was back on the first floor. Her entire body numb as she scampered to her downstairs bedroom, Nancy darted inside then closed the door behind her. Within a flash she'd collapsed on the bed and curled up in a near fetal position with a pillow pulled over her head.

Time had truly become elastic for Nancy as she curled up in bed, attempting to regain her bearings. Just as she reached up to wipe the sheen of tears from her cheek however, she instantly froze hearing a set of heavy footsteps descending the stairwell directly above her head. >From the gait, she knew it had to be him. Literally holding her breath as she listened to him walk down into the living room, Nancy gripped her pillow like a scared little girl hearing him slip on his heavy coat a few seconds before closing the front door behind him.

If she thought she'd lost all control before, Nancy truly understood just how much her life had unraveled in the course of the previous 10 minutes. And her tank was on empty when it came to trying to put it back together.

In that moment of dreadful exhaustion and weakness, Nancy knew she had to talk to the only person who could help.....

PART 2 is next....



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 02



It couldn't have been more than five minutes after she heard Shawn leave the house that Nancy felt a desperate urge to do the same. The last thing she wanted to do was be home to confront Lacy after what she'd just seen. Instead, after pulling herself out of bed, Nancy grabbed her purse and was out the door before her Daughter had even stirred from her orgasm induced nap upstairs.

Normally someone who slowed down for yellow lights, Nancy found herself speeding through two on the way to the church, praying the entire time Pastor Grady would be there.

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By the grace of God, Nancy's new Pastor had been at the church and thankfully he had the time to sit there allowing her to pour her soul out to him.

Calvin Grady had sensed immediately there was something amiss when Nancy appeared at the door of his cramped excuse for an office. Seeing the way the gaunt woman's keys jingled incessantly in her hands as she stood there staring sheepishly at him with her distant blue eyes, Calvin quickly rose from his chair to give Nancy a place to sit.

Taking a seat beside her on a huge pile of papers that needed to be filed, Pastor Grady proceeded to sit there for over an hour, patiently listening to the weeping woman relay some of the horrible goings on at her house.

Unable to share some of the more graphic details of what she'd witnessed between Lacy and her friend, Nancy was still able to communicate enough of what happened that Calvin understood. 

Once again, Nancy's blood pressure began to drop after she'd spilled her guts to Pastor Grady, and it wasn't long before a calmness come over her when she stared deep into his comforting eyes. By the time he put his huge but gentle hand down on her right knee, the world once again seemed to be back on its axis.

"Kids do that...always have..always will," was the gist of what he told her, it didn't mean Nancy was a bad parent, and maybe if Nancy could push the issue, getting Lacy to church on occasion might help.

During the course of their conversation, Nancy almost let it slip that the boy having sex with Lacy was black but she caught herself just in time, not wanting to make it any sort of racial issue with her black pastor. Instead, she simply told him that she had heard the two having sex upstairs when she walked into the house then quickly walked out and came down to the church. Re-living any more of the sordid details than that would have been too much to bear.

By the time Calvin had toughened Nancy back up and sent her on her way, the 40-something divorcee felt like she could handle anything. Not wanting to test that feeling quite yet however, Nancy was extremely relieved when she arrived back home that Lacy was gone.

The time alone provided Nancy with an opportunity to settle her nerves and build her moral reservoir back up. When Lacy finally did come back home that night, Nancy had already gone to bed. Stirred awake by the sound of the front door opening, Nancy was able to lay her head back down comfortably on the pillow when she heard only one set of footsteps walking through the house. While nothing would make her forget what she'd witnessed earlier that day, for the first time in a long time Nancy slept soundly that night, safe in the foundation she'd found in Pastor Grady.

Like most quickly poured foundations however, there were cracks deep down the naked eye unfortunately wouldn't see until it was too late.

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Three weeks had passed since Nancy had stumbled home sick from work that day, only to catch Lacy having sex in her bedroom. Nancy still found herself having to turn her head away from her Daughter each time the two would interact, haunted by the visceral memories of what she'd seen that day. She also knew there was no way she'd ever be able to broach what she'd witnessed between Lacy and her friend.

For her part, Lacy continued to come and go as she pleased. Even though Nancy fought hard to stay optimistic that what she'd seen that day was only a one time thing, deep down she knew it wasn't. The fact was Lacy was good at knowing her Mother's schedule and wouldn't have invited the boy home with her that fateful afternoon if she knew her Mom was coming home early from work.

The only thing that seemed to take Nancy's mind off everything was immersing herself into her various jobs. Between her dayshifts at the packaging company and the financial stuff she was doing at the church, Nancy kept herself on the go pretty much seven days a week. There were even a few days when she'd get off her day job at 5 or 6 then head straight over to the church to work on the books when she knew the place would be quiet.

The first thing Nancy noticed that was out of the ordinary was the preacher's car was in the parking lot when she pulled in. Thinking it was curious she couldn't see any lights on inside the front window, Nancy tapped her hand several times on her right thigh pondering her next move, before deciding to walk inside. Being late January, it was already dark at a quarter after 6 and with a cold wind blowing across the lot, she didn't want to stand outside too long wondering what might be up. The church had been such a sanctuary for Nancy even in the limited time she'd lived in Canton, she honestly didn't think anything bad could ever happen there.

Walking around the back of the building to let herself in the employee door next to the loading dock, Nancy gently turned the knob and let herself in.

"Pastor Grady always said to keep that door locked," Nancy thought with mild trepidation as a pall of spooky silence settled around her.

By the time she stepped inside the rear entrance and started easing up the long corridor however, Nancy would have given anything to maintain that eerie but comforting silence. Unfortunately, for the second time in less than a month, Nancy had stumbled into a situation she wasn't prepared for.

For a fraction of a second, Nancy thought Calvin may be choking from the sporadic echo of grunts billowing from a couple of rooms up the hall. Before she could gather herself to go running towards him however, another sound caused Nancy to stop dead in her tracks. 

Standing still a few steps away from the small cubbyhole where she often worked on the church's books, Nancy felt an overwhelming sense of deja-vu sweep through her when she heard the vague but haunting voice of a woman mingled with Pastor Grady's. Suddenly transported back a few weeks when she'd walked into her own home only to hear those same unmistakable noises coming from her Daughter's upstairs bedroom, Nancy collapsed against the wall to her right as the primal chorus of sound trickled down the hallway.

"This would probably be a good time to leave," a dreadfully sick and fatigued voice groaned in her head.

"It...can't..be..Calvin," Nancy's last vestige of decency tried convincing. "His Son...he drives Calvin's car sometimes..it could...it has to be him inside that room with some girl..."

The longer she listened though, the harder it became to deny who's booming voice it was inside that room.

"Just turn around and go Nancy..this is none of your business," a voice of reason begged but like a young steer with a lasso around it's neck, something deep inside seemed to drag her in the direction of the noise.

Pastor Grady had been such a beacon of hope for Nancy in the short time she'd known him. Part of her understood no one is ever all we hold them up to be, but freshly minted heroes seem to fall the hardest. Cautiously putting one foot in front of the other, even though she wouldn't ever consciously admit it, laying her eyes on the act to make it real in her mind wasn't the main draw, it was that intrinsic bit of jealousy embedded in all humans to actually see who Pastor Grady was committing the act with.

Discovering the identity of the girl with Pastor Grady would only further Nancy's disgust. Expecting the woman to either be someone fom the congregation or some random woman he'd met elsewhere, Nancy's heart sunk when she finally saw who it was. Granted, it took several more minutes of intense fucking before Nancy finally caught a glimpse of the girl's face.

Having poked her head ever so slightly around the corner of the door to the make-shift lounge where some of the members had set up a tv and a few couches, Nancy immediately stiffened when she saw Calvin standing in front of one of those sofas with his back towards her.

Towering over the girl below, looking like a pre-historic mastodon as he engulfed the barely visible mass of humanity writhing on the couch, Calvin had no idea he suddenly had an audience of one behind him.

Her head growing dizzy as she rested it against the white tile on the wall to her right, Nancy's pupils narrowed, fixating on the way the girl's feet jerked back and forth each time Pastor Grady slammed his ample weight forward. For several minutes Nancy stood there trying to place the girl's muffled screams but just couldn't. 

Calvin hadn't even bothered to pull his pants down to do the deed. Nancy could hear the loosened strap and buckle of his belt flap and jingle each time he plowed forward but other than that he was fully clothed. Just like he did when he gave an intense sermon however, Nancy could see the first stains of perspiration beginning to dot the back of his blue dress shirt.

The girl's clothing was in slightly more disarray. Nancy could see her jeans were basically rolled all the way down to her ankles as she knelt on the sofa in front of the preacher. Her shoes were strewn several feet apart on the carpet and Nancy could also see what looked like her shirt cast aside on the far armrest of the couch.

Concentrating her gaze on the skin tone of the girl's exposed calves, Nancy racked her brain trying to think of a woman in the congregation had that same light, mocha colored flesh.

Still drawing a blank on the unseen woman's identity, what was vividly clear to Nancy was the urgency and force Calvin exhibited as he fucked the kneeling girl like a dog in heat. Seeing the way his tree-trunk sized legs flexed inside his snug, tailored slacks, Nancy could hear his bellowing grunts of approval as he slammed with groin into the girl's rear end.

The similarities of what she saw several weeks earlier with her Daughter were haunting, yet there were several subtle differences. As devastated as she was about what Lacy had done, Nancy somehow found this more difficult to swallow. Having built Pastor Grady up to such mythic proportions in her mind, Nancy felt her own soul shattering as the facade of his persona crumbled in front of her.

Lacy at least had the excuse of teenage angst and raging hormones. Pastor Grady was supposed to be a Man of God, and selfishly Nancy had grown to see him as her Rock of Gibraltar. Now she was having to watch from her hidden perch as he viciously fucked some faceless girl on a well worn church sofa.

Despite her moral disgust, when Nancy went to shift her legs into a more comfortable position, she made a horrible realization. Her entire crotch, and now a good chunk of both inner thighs were soaking wet.

Anger and shock had boiled at such a level inside Nancy the day she caught her Daughter having sex that most of what they were actually doing in bed had been a blur. Unable to peel her eyes away from the coupling now in front of her, an electric haze of lucid fascination began to bloom around the stunned divorcee. 

For a woman who'd literally never watched a second of porn, or even liked having sex with the lights on for that matter, to be that close to two other human beings making love was something Nancy struggled to get her head around. Her breathing growing more and more shallow as she crouched from her vantage point just outside the room, Nancy found herself leaning forward, as if studying the carnal physics involved in Calvin body pressing down on the kneeling girl's behind.

Nearly lost in a hypnotic trance, Nancy's lower lip quivered seeing the way the girl's toes began to curl as she writhed on the couch. She could also hear the way the sofa strained under the pair's thrashing weight, seemingly shifting a few centimeters backwards each time Pastor Grady plowed forward.

It wasn't long until Nancy was jarred back to her senses when the ear-splitting shriek of the girl screaming "I'MMMMM....CUMMMIINNGGGGG" bristled through every nook and cranny of the otherwise empty building.

Scrunching her right hand over the top of her thigh as she leaned her against the wall, Nancy literally felt an invisible wave of energy rush from the room and wash over her entire body as the pair inside reached climax. 

Even though Nancy could barely see the girl, hearing her was another matter. Seeing the girl's hand clench and punch at the cushion to her right, the seemingly never ending stream of groans and cries leaving her throat rattled like empty cans inside Nancy's head. Showing no signs of letting up, Calvin continued to brutally fuck the girl as her orgasmic release splashed all over his pistoning crotch.

"OOHHHHHSHIT... OOHHHSHIT... OHHHSHHITTTTTTTTTT," was about all Nancy could make out as the ferocity to the girl's release imprinted itself inside the her brain.

"GGRRRRR.... GRRRRRRRR.. GGRRRAAAHHHHHHH," Pastor Grady's voice boomed with each successive thrust until he was shooting his rich frothy seed deep into the woman's welcoming cunt.

Startled by how such a large man could make his gigantic body work with such speed and precision, Nancy clasped her free hand across her belly and watched as Calvin leaned down and enveloped the wailing girl below.

"GGGGRRRRR..... YEAH.....AWWWWWFUCK SIMONE...THAT'S IT SIMONE.... FUCK YES!!!" Pastor Grady's gravely voice belted through the church, sounding horribly surreal to Nancy given the kind and wonderful things he'd said to her over the previous handful of months.

Her pulse pounding in her ears, Nancy's knees began to melt as she rested her spent frame against the wall. Her lips parting into a small oval as Pastor Grady steadily slowed his pace before finally pulling all the way back, a quaking tremor freight-trained down Nancy's spine when she saw the girl careen face fist into the rear sofa cushions once Calvin had dismounted her.

Not even realizing she was tweaking her erect left nipple through her shirt as she listened to the two gasp and cringe for breath mere feet away, Nancy's eyes were struck by the sight of Pastor Grady's penis swinging visibly between his still outstretched legs as she stared pensively from behind.

"Oh....My....God," she mouthed when she saw several globs of his freshly made semen drip from the head of it down to the floor.

As if those cascading pearls of seminal fluid drove home the fact that what she was witnessing was very real, something Calvin had said moments earlier reverberated into a chant inside Nancy's head.

"He called her Simone?" she told herself. 

"Simone......Simone...," Nancy's mental rolodex flipped by. 

"....There's no Simone in the...." she tried to place the name, but before she could, she saw the girl's face for herself and the magnitude of it caused Nancy to twist backwards away from the door.

From the instant Calvin stepped aside and gave Nancy her first unfettered view of the girl on the couch, a second's worth of recognition was all it took. Simone Dobbins was the Daughter of one of the women in the congregation. A few years older than Lacy, from the brief snippets of conversation she'd had with Simone's Mother, Nancy thought the girl was sent home from her Sophomore year at college on some sort of academic probation, at least that's what was insinuated.

If memory served, Simone's Mom had encouraged her to spend some extra time at church, getting to know Pastor Grady in hopes it would instill some discipline and accountability in her life. Having surveyed the sexual carnage in that room before she'd turned away, Nancy didn't think that was what Ms. Dobbins had in mind.

Numb from head to toe, Nancy took the one sliver of a chance she might have had and scurried towards her office a few doors down. She couldn't even feel her feet beneath her as she slipped into the room and closed the door until only a crack remained. 

Still able to hear the echo of Calvin and Simone's voice, she was too far away to hear exactly what they were saying over the pounding in her ears. Crouched behind the safety of the door, it dawned on Nancy she might be stuck there for awhile.

"If they leave..they're gonna see you car in the parking lot," a crippling grimace of dread mushroomed across Nancy's face in the dark. "You've got to take the chance and get the Hell out of here!!"

"But what if they have sex again..?" another voice impishly wondered. "Could you just walk away?"

Thankfully she didn't have to wait long for her opportunity. Peeking through the crack in the door, Nancy watched the now fully clothed pair leave the lounge where they'd had sex and walk side by side up the far end of the hall towards the church's kitchen. Taking that as her cue, Nancy tiptoed like a frightened rat the opposite way and let herself out the same rear entrance she came.

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A light mixture of sleet and freezing rain had started to fall while Nancy was inside, and she nearly slipped and fell when her shoes hit the asphalt as she hurried to her car. Other than the poor gentleman she nearly toppled as he walked from Little Caesar's with two boxes of pizzas in his hand, Nancy made it back to her car unscathed.

Once she was in the relative safety of her driver's seat, Nancy stared through the quickly hazing windshield and saw the faint light of the church's kitchen was still visible through the front window.

"They're still inside," she sighed with relief before dropping her forehead down on the top of the steering wheel in exhaustion.

Allowing the pitter-pat of sleet dinging the roof to settle her racing heart, the feeling gradually began seeping back into her body. It didn't take long before she realized her crotch was a lit torch as she huddled in the freezing car.

"Time to get out of here," Nancy mumbled to herself before sticking the key into the ignition with one hand and quelling the incessant burn in her crotch with the other.

Taking one last look at the church before she pulled away, Nancy thought that it somehow looked different than it had when she'd pulled up just a half hour earlier, just as everything else in her life seemingly had over the previous few months.

"You're the only one in this world you can count on," a defiant voice in Nancy's head tried re-assuring, but all she really wanted to do as she wheeled out of the parking lot was to go home and crawl beneath the covers.

Part 3 to come...



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 03



Walking through the front door of her house after returning from her harrowing visit to the church, Nancy Grubbs couldn't remember ever feeling as empty inside as she did at that moment. Not even feeling the drenching layer of freezing rain that soaked her as she walked from the car, Nancy absently laid her purse down on the floor before lugging herself to the sofa.

Her marriage had deteriorated steadily until it was finally dissolved. She'd lost her job because of the economic downturn, then she up and decided to move halfway across the country just to try a fresh start. Short of a death to a loved one, psychologists will say those three things are about the most stressful events adults can face, and Nancy shoved all three of them into less than a year.

Just as she thought she was getting her feet beneath her, Nancy came home one afternoon unannounced, only to be confronted by her Daughter's graphic display of wanton rambunctiousness. All that Springer-esque drama would have somehow still been manageable if it wasn't for the final blow she'd just endured. Seeing Pastor Grady having sex with the 20 year old Daughter of one of the church members had shaken, if not stripped Nancy straight down to the core as she huddled like a dazed lush on the living room couch.

"And they were acting so casual about it.... like they've been doing it for years," she couldn't help but cringe, bitterly chastising herself for so freely pouring her soul out to Pastor Grady over the past few months. 

Never before had Nancy felt so isolated and emotionally spent. The only thing that seemed to have any life inside her was the stewing pit of anger in her belly, and the gnawing itch that continued to swarm like an army of ants just beneath the skin of her upper thighs and crotch.

In that moment of utter weakness, the most dementedly sick idea of Nancy's 40 plus years flashed inside her head. 

"Devil go away...Please go away," she mumbled out loud in the empty house, but fighting the image only made it stronger.

Looking across the room to the steps leading upstairs, Nancy felt what amounted to the tip of an ice pick ever so gently pricking at her spine.

"Go on...go upstairs," that insidious and unwelcomed voice inside her head prodded.

Nancy could almost see Satan's face in the dark, convinced he was the one tweaking that ice pick at her back.

"But its the only way you're going to get any relief at all..It's not like you have anywhere else to run now," another voice, this one of defeat and prudence chimed in.

"If you did it..you'll have to live with the memory of something that sick and wrong for the rest of your life," Nancy answered those internal voices out loud, her words chilling as they echoed through the silent house.

"Let those without sin cast the first stone," came that voice of evil need's quick retort.

"We could just do it right here...on the sofa....Lacy probably wont be home for hours," Nancy tried convincing that presence burrowing ever deeper into her soul.

"It wouldn't be the same," it chided. "If you're gonna Baptize yourself Little Lady, you've got to dip your head all the way in!"

Looking nearly catatonic for several minutes as she sat there in the dark, the only thing that held Nancy's attention was the stairway in front of her, looming with lurid invitation. It was an invitation, in the end, she wouldn't have the strength to refuse.

Psychically transporting herself back several weeks as she scaled those steps in real time, Nancy could vividly hear Lacy and her Friend having sex in the upstairs bedroom even though she knew full well the house was empty.

"This must be what a mental breakdown feels like?", Nancy told herself, but she only felt worse realizing she was doing all this, completely sane.

"You're getting ready to walk through the Gates of Hell..you do know that...right?" her conscience cryptically warned when she reached the top step and saw the open door to Lacy's bedroom.

"What if she comes home early..how would you explain this?" Nancy asked herself, knowing full well Lacy hadn't been home before 9 o'clock in months.

Putting one foot in front of the other and taking those last few steps into the room proved difficult however. It struck Nancy as odd that she hadn't even ventured through the door of Lacy's bedroom since witnessing the 'incident' weeks earlier. This time, she reasoned, she was up there with a purpose. The same way someone afraid of heights might step out onto the roof of a skyscraper, or someone scared of snakes will allow someone to drape one over their shoulder, Nancy was determined to face this fear and beat it back the only way she (or that evil force inside her) felt she could.

Like a hallow-eyed zombie, Nancy finally disappeared into her Daughter's bedroom.

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The room still smelt of sex. Maybe it was just Nancy's overworked imagination, but each time she inhaled she swore she could still smell the young man and Lacy's youthful lust swirling in the air. Taking a couple of cautious steps though the strewn clothes and shoes cluttering her Daughter's bedroom floor, Nancy shook her head in the darkness as she tried to keep from tripping on the mess below.

"She never listened to me when I told her to clean her room when she was growing up...no chance of her listening to anything I say now," she muttered with the same exasperation any parent would.

Smelling the familiar traces of the perfume Lacy normally wore wafting through the air, Nancy stumbled and had to catch herself on the edge of the bed when she caught a whiff of male cologne as well.

"That boy....He's been here since that day," she inherently knew.

Grazing her right hand tentatively across the lower half of the bed, Nancy could feel Lacy's sheets and blanket bunched up in a knot.

"She never learned to make her bed," Nancy groused, knowing that was the least of her current parental concerns.

Her legs feeling like dead weight as the darkness of the upstairs bedroom enveloped her, Nancy though for a moment about walking to the window across the room as nudging open the curtains to take a peek outside. She quickly nixed that idea however, not wanting to cast a hint of light on what she was about to do. Content to be shrouded in her temporary state of blindness, Nancy eased down and took a seat at the foot of her Daughter's unmade bed.

"You're sitting in the same spot you saw them doing it," the ruthlessly cruel voice in Nancy's head reminded as the annoying, iron cast box springs rattled beneath her.

Considering they'd lived in the house for several months, Lacy bedroom was relatively Spartan in its decor.

"Guess she's had so much chaos over the past few years, she didn't want to put too much effort into making the room hers," Nancy thought before reminding herself that her Daughter was hardly ever home anymore to do any decorating, even if she'd wanted to.

Another wave of sadness rolled through Nancy, realizing that the joyous and innocent little girl she knew was gone forever, replaced by something not quite a kid, but from her decision making so far, far from an adult either.

"We all do things we're not proud of," Nancy nodded resolutely to herself in the dark, knowing she was on the cusp of doing exactly that.

Dragging herself backwards until she was pretty much dead center on the old, rickety twin bed, Nancy reclined until her head came to rest on one of Lacy's scrunched pillows. Staring straight up through the darkness, mesmerized by the drumbeat of her own heart, Nancy rested there for several minutes until an eerie sense of calm finally started to come over her.

Brushing her left hand that had been resting on her belly down towards her waist, Nancy circled her fingers until they found the snap of the black dress slacks she usually wore to work. Continuing to stare blankly up to the ceiling, Nancy eventually guided her right hand over to join her left, spinning all 10 of her fingers around the rounded button before finally undoing the snap.

"Uhhhh....no turning back now," Nancy licked her lips and gasped, shimmying her rear end to try and work the top of her pants down far enough to do what she'd came upstairs to do.

Keeping her eyes trained skyward, Nancy figured she could have some semblance of plausible deniability if she didn't have to see what she was doing. To that effect, her left hand felt strangely like a robotic spider creeping its way inside her unsnapped pants. Using her right hand to lower the zipper, Nancy blindly slipped her left across the silky smooth front panel of her panties.

"God..they're soaking wet," a voice whistled in her head. "You're still turned on by what you saw at the church..you don't want to admit it but you are...and you're turned on by what you're doing right now!"

Not wanting to face the biting internal accusations streaming from her conscience, Nancy twisted her head to one side, then the other, yet her hand kept working deeper inside her pants. Each time she took a deep breath to try and quell her nerves, it seemed another wave of arousal fueled warmth radiated from her crotch.

"You can smell it in the air Nancy..all around you," that same voice waited to add with perfectly cruel timing. 

Before she could stop herself, the talons of her fingers had worked under the elastic band of her moistened panties.

".....YEESS...AAAHHHH," she gasped the instant her fingertips tickled across her swollen and soaked labia.

Twisting noticeably across her Daughter's bed sheets, Nancy gripped the pile of covers to her right as she zeroed in on the raging beacon of her clitoris.

"This shouldn't take long," she tried convincing herself, but her body, not to mention her long tortured mind, weren't about to let her off that easy.

It would have been easy to pinch her clit several times as she raked her fingers across her smoldering sex until she came. She'd done the same thing countless times over the years, more than she cared to admit, in fact. Orgasm usually came after two or three minutes worth of constant friction, then she was able to fall asleep or get on with her day. 

Her gaze still glued up to the ceiling, it was almost as if an entity outside the framework of her soul had taken control of her hand as it rotated slowly around the fury V of her pulsing crotch. With the curtains drawn, it was so dark in the room it was hard to tell if Nancy's eyes were open or closed. Against that opaque backdrop, several fuzzy and jumbled images slowly began to coagulate into focus.

In that moment of heightened free association, the first thing to pop into Nancy's mind was what she'd just witnessed less than an hour earlier at the church. Walking down that same exact corridor in her mind, this time Nancy felt her feet were bare on the freezing tile as she shuffled along the floor. She could see the room up ahead, knowing full well the sin that waited inside. Literally feeling the heat spilling from the room drawing her closer, Nancy struggled, unable to decide which way to go.

"Burn to death in there or freeze to death right here...you make the call," a distant voice mocked in her head.

Lost in her delirium, Nancy knew full well what she'd see when she strained her neck to peek inside that room. Still, she couldn't bring herself to run the other way.

Time seemed to pretzel for Nancy as she reclined on her Daughter's bed, her hand working a little quicker with each passing spin as she fondled her raw and throbbing cunt.

"GOD..YESSSS," she gasped every few seconds, continuing to focus on the dreadfully sick and fascinating movie playing in her head.

As if they were made of helium, Nancy's knees began to rise from the mattress, following quickly by both feet until they were suspended nearly a foot in the air. The air churning like the groan of a locomotive from her throat, Nancy reached up and grabbed both her breasts through her sweater with her right hand as she clamped down hard on her pussy with her left.

A seismic gong jolted every bone in her body when she envisioned herself turning around that final corner and seeing Pastor Grady with that young girl in the room. Her mental replay of it all couldn't have been more hauntingly perfect as she felt the vibrations of Calvin's grunts, along with the girl's frantic cries ripple down her spine.

By then, Nancy's feet were flailing wildly in mid-air as she fixated on the acid stained image of the two fucking in her head, only this time it suddenly wasn't Simone beneath Pastor Grady, but her own naked self.

It wasn't so much as an orgasm Nancy had but a gut-wrenching exorcism of her loins. All that accumulated bitterness, angst, confusion, lust and want screamed from her pussy as she bucked and writhed for nearly a minute on Lacy's bed. Her guttural growls bouncing off the walls of the old house, goosebumps turned Nancy's skin to sandpaper as the mattress springs of the turn of the century bed strained below. 

That's not to say she hadn't imagined herself with Pastor Grady. Nancy had several times. But in each of those instances, the images had been tender and innocent, highlighting the purity of their burgeoning relationship. What had just happened had been nothing more than a raw and carnal act of sexual frustration on Nancy's part, brought about by seeing Calvin in such a way with a girl half her age in the secluded lounge deep inside the church. If there was such a thing as a jealousy bone hidden deep inside the human anatomy, Nancy's had just been shattered and the fractured pieces had started to land in some very uncomfortable places.

Assuming the deed she'd just completed would go a long way towards returning her sanity, when she finally allowed her legs to drift back down to the bed, Nancy turned on her side to try and collect her breath. What she saw nearly caused the blood still racing through her veins to freeze.

The shadowy outline of her own face was staring straight at her from a perch at the top of the steps, just outside her 19 year old Daughter's bedroom, situated in the same exact spot Nancy was that miserable day weeks earlier when she spied on Lacy having sex in the very spot Nancy was now curled up on.

Too exhausted to fight the demons that had seemingly hijacked every cell of her brain, Nancy gradually realized her feelings for Calvin hadn't been the only thing to drive her up to the seclusion of her Daughter's bedroom.

"This is what Lacy would have seen that afternoon if she'd just looked over her shoulder," Nancy cringed, her own imaginary stare burning a hole as if she was looking into a macabe mirror.

Her pants and underwear tugged halfway down to her knees as she rested on her left side, Nancy could feel the greasy sheen of her leaked arousal coating the insides of her thighs. Melting under the intensity of those hallow and accusatory eyes floating in the darkness, Nancy made a mental note that she ought to change the sheets on the bed before she finally went downstairs. It was the last rational thought she'd have for the rest of the night.

Unable to withstand the murky weight of her reflection any longer, Nancy twisted away from it like a little girl having a bad dream until she found herself resting face down on her stomach. Feeling the cool, heavy air of the upstairs bedroom settling across her bare behind, Nancy slipped her right hand beneath her waist and folded it towards her crotch. Her own vaginal dew dripping into a pool on the center of Lacy's fitted sheet, she began a crude downward humping motion on her open palm once she'd positioned it just right.

"OH SHIT!!" the God-fearing woman cursed out loud the instant she closed her fingers around the nub of her still buzzing clit.

Twisting and tweaking it several more times as she grinded on her belly, Nancy anxiously dug her left hand into the back of her short blonde hair as the rusty bedsprings below rose back to life with their horrible siren's song.

Even with her face shoved deep into the pillow, Nancy could still feel the weight of her own imagined stare as she continued to briskly frig her cunt. Even though she would have never been able to verbalize what was swirling inside her into words, the sheer thought of that long engrained moral compass of hers being forced to stand there and watch what she was doing on her teenage Daughter's bed became the most librating thing Nancy could fathom. 

The drenched fleece of her pubic muff clinging to her soaking wet hand, Nancy heaved up and down on those five stabbing fingers until she was heaving like a woman swimming for her life on the choppy open sea.

"UUHHH..UUHHHHH...," she squealed into the pillow, her drool dotting the fabric as lightning bolts began crackling up and down her spine.

"Lacy can do whatever she wants...so why can't you....That fucking Pastor Grady apparently can too..so why can't you?" that demonic voice in her head not so gently prodded. "Just let it all go Nancy..just let yourself go!"

Like a thief prying a purse from an old woman's stubborn hands, Nancy's want overpowered her decency. In one ear she swore she could hear the girl's frantic cries of joy from the church as Pastor Grady ruthlessly pounded her from behind. To make matters even more surreal, in the other ear she could hear Lacy's orgasmic release playing on a continuous loop from when she'd been forced to watch her Daughter get fucked right in front of her. The two voices seemed to crash into each other in the center of her skull until the combined power of that stereophonic union was bleeding from Nancy's own throat.

"WWWAAAHHHHHH...WWWAAAHHHHH," anyone walking through the front yard of the house would have heard coming through walls when Nancy jerked her face from the pillow.

When she raised her head slightly, her knees seemed to follow until she'd propped herself up into an awkward kneeling position on top of the twisted sheets.

"GOD...AHHHHHH.....GOD...YES.....OOOOOHHHHHH..GAAWWDDD," she coughed, alternating the speed and thrust of her vaginal manipulations until she was in a modified doggy-style position on the bed.

Her pussy splashed now with an agitated atomic glow, suddenly Nancy could picture the young stud that had fucked Lacy, now fucking her. The longer she knelt there imagining she was the object of his virile lust, the more real it became.

Desperate to feel herself filled, Nancy scooped as much of her hand as she could inside her straining cunt, making it feel as if a human cock was actually drilling deep inside her. Her ass now swaying in the air as she ground her crotch down on her embedded digits, Nancy wrapped her free hand around the iron railing on the top of the bed in a desperate attempt to hold on as she tumbled towards the edge of consciousness. 

The legs of bed scraping at the hardwood floor each time she lurched down on her nearly balled up fist, she could feel her languid vaginal secretions oozing down her wrist and forearm as she screwed those four fingers even deeper into her womb.

Using her thumb to repeatedly scrape the tip of her inflamed clitoris, Nancy could feel her second orgasm in less than 10 minutes beginning to build. So lost in her delirious descent, she suddenly felt as if something had joined the imaginary penis already inside her.

On a certain level, Nancy understood the presence of the man fucking her from behind was just a mental prop to help get herself off. Picturing him as the same young man she'd caught Lacy with was just a crude mental ploy to try and alleviate some of the powerless she felt. If she could steal that freedom from her Daughter, even if it was just her imagination, maybe she could regain a foothold of sanity.

When she opened her eyes and looked down however, Nancy began to understand just how deeply rooted her psychosis went. Pastor Grady face, as clear as day, was smiling and evil grin directly below, and he was naked as the day he was born. Feeling as if her body was straddling Calvin's huge, barrel chest as he held her by her waist, Nancy swooned ad shook her head side to side at the vividness of her crude masturbatory fantasy.




Nancy's Inferno Ch. 03



Not only was Pastor Grady grinning beneath her, Nancy soon realized the heavy set man of God had shoved his dick inside her quim, a decided impossibility given Lacy's stud was still penetrating her as well.

Clenching her eyes shut as she spun her hand like a whisk through her sex, Nancy conjured the most outrageously obscene image of her life. Lacy's lover's cock was still entrenched deep inside her but through some miracle of mental fabrication, Pastor Grady's prick had conjoined with the younger man's until the two looked like one grotesque intertwined vine that had bullied its way inside her womb.

Sweat now dripping off her brow as she dithered herself to completion, Nancy wailed to the ceiling as she imagined every contour of that jagged phallus slamming into her vagina. Her left arm flinching as she held on to the headboard for as long as possible, Nancy's strength finally gave out and she collapsed straight down into a heap on the mattress, directly down on top of her buried hand. 

Her greasy fingers and palm still pressed flush against her throbbing vulva, Nancy continued to blindly slap at her cunt as she fantasized about all four of those men's hands roaming over every inch of her body.

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One second it sounded as if a sonic boom was tearing through Nancy's ears, and the next there was utter and complete silence.

"Am I dead?" she asked herself, bringing her left hand down to touch her cheek just to make sure she wasn't.

"Would be pretty hard to get into Heaven if that last little act was the final thing on your resume," Nancy's conscience mocked, her sense of duty and decorum slowly starting to return as her orgasm began to fade.

"From what you've seen today..there's gonna be a long line at the Gates of Hell if that's the direction we're headed," Nancy's ever-growing inner cynic offered.

Content to lay there for as long as she could, basking in the carnal glow of whatever it was she'd just done, Nancy nearly found herself falling blissfully asleep the same way Lacy had after her Mom had watched her get fucked from the top of the steps all those weeks earlier.

Unfortunately, just as she was about to doze off, the sound of her cell phone ringing snapped Nancy back to hard reality....

Part 4 is upcoming..... 



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 04



Why she didn't just lay there and let the voicemail pick up the message, Nancy didn't know. Perhaps it was just her dutiful nature to jump when she heard a phone ring. Something could have happened and someone on the other end might need her help, Or perhaps, maybe it was simply an overriding subconscious desire to vacate her Daughter's bedroom as quickly as possible once she'd accomplished the grim task she'd gone up there to do, and the phone call provided the perfect excuse.

Making it down the steps alive was a miracle. Her pants still undone and her underwear askew, Nancy nearly tumbled head over tea-kettle several times as she scurried to answer the call. Holding her pants up to her waist with one hand, Nancy reached into her purse with the other and answered just before the voice mail picked up.

Taking one long and arduous deep breath before pressing the button, Nancy raised her trembling right hand to her ear then meekly said, "Hello."

"Hi Nancy...it's Pastor Grady," came the booming voice on the other end.

A frigid sheet of ice scoured through Nancy's intestines when she heard the preacher's words rattle in her head. Not fully absorbing what he was saying for several seconds, Nancy momentarily lost herself in the freshly minted memory of what she saw him doing with the young girl at the church an hour or so earlier.

"Dear God...I bet Simone's sitting right next to him while he's talking to me," Nancy cringed to herself as she fumbled to keep the phone to her ear.

"...Uh...Yeah......Uhhhh.....OK....that would be fine...," she found herself answering Pastor Grady before she could fully regain her bearings.

Apparently there was a religious conference the following weekend in Cleveland where Calvin had agreed to speak, and he was calling to ask Nancy if she'd like to join him there in a support capacity. Before she could process the consequences of going along given what she'd just seen, Nancy found herself accepting the Pastor's offer.

"Are you OK, Nancy?" Calvin finally asked after sensing a distance in the woman's voice.

"..Uh...yeah....," she sighed, less than convincingly. "I just laid down to take a nap after work."

For the first time since she'd met the man, Nancy was praying for a quick end to a conversation with Pastor Grady. Shifting nervously from one foot to the other as if she had to pee, Nancy could feel the arousal slickened skin of her inner thighs rubbing together each time she moved, not to mention having to inhale the musky remnants of what she'd just done up in Lacy's bedroom on her fingers each time she repositioned the phone.

Still using one hand to keep her still unbuttoned pants hiked up, Nancy finally leaned the back of her head and shoulders against the wall of the living room and endured the phone call until Pastor Grady finally said "Goodnight".

"What have you gotten yourself in to?" was all Nancy could ask herself once she dropped the phone down and curled up on the sofa.

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In the days following Pastor Grady's offer to join him upstate for the conference, Nancy's view of things started to turn. 

The indiscretion in her Daughter's bedroom gradually began to fade a little more into the rear view with each passing day until she nearly convinced herself it was someone else who did it. Still, Nancy found it difficult to make eye contact with Lacy, much less carry on any sort of substantive conversation with her. The tension between the two had grown toxic and getting away for a few days, to anywhere, wasn't a bad idea.

The thought of spending a couple of days alone with Calvin, even though they would be at a religious gathering, started to intrigue Nancy. Even though she'd seen the 'man behind the curtain' so to speak when she'd stumbled upon the preacher having sex with young Simone Dobbins in the church lounge, somehow Nancy thought if she could spend some time alone with him, perhaps she could save him the same way he'd saved her over the past few months.

In that vein, Nancy spent several days picking out the wardrobe she was going to take to Cleveland.

It wasn't like Nancy had anything super sexy or slutty hanging in her closet, but she did manage to pull a skirt that hung above the knee along with a blouse that showed off her shoulders out to bring with her.

"It's a Baptist conference..in late Winter...In Cleveland," she scolded herself, knowing the clothing choices didn't make a bit of sense from a situation or a climate standpoint. Like most everything else going on in the bizarro world of her life however, Nancy was in a weird way starting to understand that up was, in fact, down.

As the trip drew closer, Nancy thought about sitting down with Lacy to lay down some ground rules concerning what her Daughter could and couldn't do while she was gone. Considering the current tenor of their relationship, Nancy decided it wouldn't be worth the wasted breath. Lacy was going to do whatever she wanted.

So Nancy decided to lose herself in the anticipation for the trip to Cleveland with Pastor Grady. The butterflies in her belly seemed to grow in size with each passing day and she could barely sleep the night before the trip imaging how well it could all turn out.

Like most everything else she'd built her hopes on over the past few years however, when Nancy showed up at the church that morning to join Calvin for the drive north, the rug was once again pulled out from beneath her.

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A subtle hint of euphoria sizzled through Nancy's bones when she pulled up to the front of the church and saw Pastor Grady walking out with one of his suitcases. Immediately making eye contact and sharing a quick smile before reaching for her door, Nancy couldn't think of a more picturesque scene. The Sun was out, barely a hint of wind was blowing and she was about to spend a weekend with a man she secretly had a crush on.

"I really want to thank you Calvin for thinking about inviting me along for the conference," Nancy exclaimed as she reached into her backseat and grabbed two of the overnight bags she was bringing along.

"My pleasure Nancy," Pastor Grady replied warmly, taking the two bags plus an extra garment bag from Nancy and laying them in the trunk of his silver Cadillac. "Most of the people that have gone over the years have been bored to tears by the time they get back ...you probably will too."

"Oh....we'll see...anything to get away for a few days is going to be a blessing," Nancy gleamed with real optimism.

Grabbing her purse and making sure her car was locked as Calvin disappeared back inside the church to grab the rest of his things, Nancy nearly had to keep herself from giggling like school girl when she saw his shadow approaching the door once again. The giggling came to a quick end when Nancy saw who was walking behind him.

As enamored as she was watching Calvin's hulking presence stride out the door, it felt like someone hit Nancy square in the chest with a sledgehammer when she saw Simone Dobbins' petite frame strolling behind him.

"I think you've met Gloria Dobbins' Daughter Simone..Her Mom's gonna be out of town for a few days and thought it might be a good idea if Simone tagged along with us to Cleveland .....she hasn't been at church as much as we'd like but hopefully we're in the process of changing that," Calvin nudged the tiny good girl beside him as he introduced her to Nancy.

"I know exactly who that slut is," the bitter and embattled voice in Nancy's head sneered.

"Yes...I think we've crossed paths once or twice..it's good to meet you Simone," Nancy nodded her head and smiled the best she could before turning away to re-adjust her sunglasses and hide her disgust.

"I think Simone wants to look around the area up there..maybe do some networking before she starts looking for a job," Calvin told Nancy as they finished packing the car.

"Yeah....'networking'....," Nancy thought to herself. "The girl just flunked out of school..from the looks of things that day in the lounge, she was using the only talent she has!"

Sitting in the back seat for the drive north, Nancy shot the occasional visual dagger to the front seat when Calvin and Simone would make the random bit of small talk or share a quick knowing glance at each other. Doing the best she could to focus on the dreary wintertime scenery passing by at 70mph, Nancy still couldn't keep the mental picture of Pastor Grady having sex with Simone from infiltrating her mind, and by the time they finally arrived at their hotel, she honestly felt like throwing up.

In all her internal haggering on the trip up, it hadn't dawned on Nancy until they were about to check in that she was going to have to share a room with the 20 year old girl. It wasn't as if she was expecting to share a room with Calvin or lure him at some point over to hers, but there was still that one in a million shot that magic could have happened if the two somehow wound up alone. With Simone there, that would be an impossibility.

For a couple of seconds, it crossed Nancy's mind to maybe ask about the availability of an extra room, but when she saw the hotel was completely booked for the conference, not to mention she didn't have the funds on her to cover a $100+ room for the next two nights, Nancy knew she was stuck in her awkward predicament, the only solace being Pastor Grady's room was right across from hers.

"There's no way that girl will brazenly just walk across the hall to Calvin's room in the middle of the night," Nancy tried convincing herself, but given what she'd seen between the two in the church lounge, deep down she could sense where the weekend was headed.

Thankfully she'd brought along a cadre of magazines and books to read during down time, plus she had all the literature from the conference to peruse. Unfortunately, Nancy's mind would be haplessly fixated on things way out of her control.

Checking into their rooms a little after 6 that Friday night, after some quick unpacking Calvin decided to take the two women to dinner at the Applebees across the street and get a good meal while going over the itinerary for the next few of days. Considering Simone or Pastor Grady had no clue that Nancy knew about their 'arrangement', the mood of the meal was relatively light given the amount of interruptions from Calvin introducing the girls to several of his friends and business partners from the industry who were in town as well. Deciding to call it a night at about 9:30, the three walked back to the hotel and retired to their separate rooms.

Unwinding as best she could sharing the same room with her unwitting rival for Calvin's affection, Nancy threw on a tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and crawled under the covers to read until she was ready to go to sleep.

Sitting on her own bed to the left, Simone basically did the same thing most girls her age would. Chatting to several people on her cell phone and texting on and off, the pair made the occasional bit of labored small talk in between Simone's digital conversations until Nancy felt drowsiness beginning to swoop in.

"You're Lacy's Mom..right?" Simone asked out of the blue, taking Nancy somewhat by surprise.

"Have you met her?" she looked over and asked.

"No....not really..I've seen her out a few times..she seems like quite the popular girl," Simone blankly added between texts. 

Nancy just nodded her head, not sure what to make of Simone's cryptic remark.

"No more popular than you," she wanted to blurt back but instead just put her face back down in her book.

Hearing Lacy's name, there was the temptation for Nancy to reach over and grab her cell phone from the nightstand to call her Daughter to make sure everything was OK at home. She decided against it at the last second, knowing even if Lacy did answer, she'd most likely be lying about who was there and what they were up to.

"We've got a long day tomorrow..I think I'm gonna turn in," Nancy exhaled as she reached to turn off the lamp beside her bed.

"I think I'm gonna take a shower so I wont have to in the morning," Simone replied with the caged energy of a girl who wasn't use to being in bed at such an early hour.

"Do whatever you want," Nancy bristled to herself as she turned away from the light radiating from Simone's side of the room and tucked herself under the covers.

If she'd just been able to fall asleep during the 10 minutes or so Simone was in the shower, perhaps the chain of events to follow would have taken a much different course. Sadly, even though her body was demanding rest, Nancy's mind was still firing on all cylinders and the melodic hiss of the shower provided an hypnotic backdrop for her mental wanderings. 

Lost somewhere in that netherworld between sleep and consciousness, Nancy's eyelids instinctively parted when Simone emerged from the bathroom surrounded by a shroud of thick, warm mist.

Her gaze slanted, and partially obscured by her pillow, Nancy could see Simone's outline gracefully drifting out the door and across her limited visual field. Groggy, and somewhat lethargic in her thought, something just didn't seem right in what she saw.

"Other than the towel she had wrapped around her head..... she wasn't wearing anything," a tremor of curious unease barked in Nancy's brain.

"Maybe she just didn't bring a bathrobe and she's using the big towel just to dry her hair," she tried reassuring herself even though a frigid sliver of angst had already taken root in her fingers and toes.

Laying with her back to Simone's side of the room, Nancy could hear the girl's footsteps traipsing back and forth several times between the dresser and her bed, and she was certain Simone was still naked. Having learned over the years that this current generation had far less shame about such things as previous one's, Nancy tried burying her face deeper into the pillow and just going to sleep. The harder she tried closing her eyes however, the more unsettled she felt knowing a girl half her age was nakedly prancing less than six feet behind her.

Before she could stop herself, Nancy arched her neck ever so slightly until she could steal a peek in the mirror hanging over the dresser out of the corner of her eye. Subtlety squeezing her left hand into the meat of the pillow beneath her head, Nancy looked just like a small child feigning sleep as she tried to keep Simone's image in focus.

In the elastic bending of time that often comes when a person is pulled back from the precipice of sleep, it looked to Nancy as if Simone was moving in elegant slow motion as she prepared herself for bed. The first thing to strike Nancy about the girl in the mirror, other than Simone's aire of ease and comfort even while nude, was the girl's radiantly smooth, mocha colored skin in the soft lamp light.

"You're staring at a naked 20 year old girl for Chrissakes," the strained voice of reason in Nancy's head tried smacking her back to reality.

There was no way of denying it however. Nancy just had to see what the girl Pastor Grady was fooling around with possessed that she didn't. Studying Simone's image in the mirror for much longer than she should have, the answers were plainly clear.

"Her breasts are beautiful," a voice she didn't want to acknowledge as her own admired inside her head, fixating on the way the perfectly sculpted, light brown orbs swayed across Simone's chest each time she took a step. 

The fist Nancy had clenched into the pillow flexed and tightened when she saw Simone's reflection spin around, leaving her with a brief but perfect view of the girl's exquisitely contoured, apple-shaped behind.

"Please don't let yourself get turned on by this!" that voice of reason desperately begged as if it had some sort of control over that internal thermometer buried deep inside her brain.

Even though her body remained completely still with her back to Simone, Nancy's knuckles had grown visibly white as she gripped at her pillow like a buoy. 

Listening to Simone open and close several of the dresser drawers, most likely putting away the stuff she'd carried in her overnight bags, for one burning instant Nancy felt a overwhelming urge to turn over and see the naked girl with her own eyes instead of the reflection she'd been leering at for nearly a minute. Before she could set her old bones into motion however, she heard Simone crawl into bed and switch off her bedside light.

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Trying to get a good night's sleep in a strange bed is never easy, especially when a person has as much percolating inside their head as Nancy had. By the time her pocket-sized alarm clocked chirped her awake a little after 6 the following morning, the sheets and covers resembled a pretzel from all her tossing and turning during the night.

Casting a weary eye over to Simone still sleeping peacefully in the bed to her left, Nancy felt what amounted to a cold pale of water splash across her sleepy face when she got a good look at the girl.

"I guess that answers your question," she told herself, "Simone slept in the nude."

Resting there on her elbows with her head cranked to the left, Nancy could see both of Simone's breasts gently rising up and down each time the slumbering girl exhaled.

"Let me get up and get a shower," Nancy prodded herself, struggling to wrench her gaze away from the naked girl six feet away.

Finally pushing the covers off as she smacked herself on the cheek several times, Nancy rolled from the bed and staggered towards the bathroom.

Like most mornings, the rejuvenating effect of a long, hot shower was just what the doctor ordered.

"Get a couple of cups of coffee in me and I'll be ready to go," she told herself as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

Reaching for a towel, Nancy began the process of drying off as she positioned herself in front of the mirror above the sink. Using her right hand to wipe a swath through the thick layer of built up condensation on the glass, Nancy figured she could take her time brushing her teeth and primping for the day since Simone had taken her shower before she went to bed.

As with most assumptions she made, Nancy was once again mistaken.

Just as she was about to spit and rinse her mouth out before putting her toothbrush back in its traveling case, the door to the bathroom suddenly swung open and a still groggy Simone appeared in the doorway.

"Don't mind me," she absently said as a cool rush of air followed the stark naked girl inside.

What little starch Nancy had left in her legs dissolved in an instant when Simone sat down on the toilet directly to her right. Too stunned to say anything, Nancy tried her best to ignore what was happening and resume applying some mascara. Her hands were shaking so badly however, she was afraid she'd poke her eye right out.

When Simone was done, Nancy gritted her teeth, praying the girl would exit the bathroom just as unceremoniously quick as she'd entered. Unfortunately, the sink area was big enough for two.

Her entire body growing tense as Simone settled in beside her, Nancy had been so taken aback by the forwardness of the young girl's actions that she didn't realize she too was completely naked until she tried to shuffle sideways to allow Simone room in front of the mirror. Looking forward only confirmed it when Nancy began to see both their naked outlines in the slowly de-fogging glass.

In one horrible breath, Nancy was transported back to being a gangly teenager, forced to re-live the dreadful afternoons in the locker room getting dressed and undressed with the other girls during gym class. While she never had any "Carrie" moments growing up, the fact that she developed late combined with her inherent social awkwardness made those days miserable at times.

Even after all those years, Nancy had never grown comfortable with her body, and being forced to stand next to such a beautiful and voluptuous specimen as Simone brought back all that adolescent dread. An overwhelming urge to reach out and grab a towel from the rack to cover herself overtook Nancy but she remained frozen, afraid that making such a drastic move would bring more attention to her state of mind than just simply standing there and absorbing it.




Nancy's Inferno Ch. 04



"This is going to be one...long.....boring weekend," Simone broke the silence and offered, her voice still tinged with sleep.

"Then why did you decide to come?" Nancy asked with surprising confidence given her state of undress.

"As a favor to my Mom....she hasn't been real happy since I flunked out of school...and to be honest..Pastor Grady asked if I'd come...and he can be kind of persistent and convincing," Simone replied as she wiped her face off with a wet cloth, the last few words sending a clear and chilling bolt of jealousy down Nancy's spine.

If standing there in the buff wasn't disconcerting enough for Nancy, now she was having to ward off the brutal memory of witnessing Simone getting royally fucked by the preacher in question.

The mirror above the sink steadily shedding it's layer of steam, little by little the images of the two women standing before it came into view like developing Polaroid. Suddenly, Nancy could feel Simone's warm breath drifting down her right shoulder and arm.

The mascara brush between her fingers was shaking so badly now, Nancy's only choice was to lay it back down. Holding that pose of discontent for longer than she realized, Nancy breath lodged in her throat when she felt Simone's body shift until the 20 year old vixen was standing directly behind her.

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The ability to sense someone else's attraction isn't as cut and dried as one would think, but it was a talent Simone Dobbins had refined quite well over her brief number of years. For the most part, any dummy could tell when one of the boys she encountered that were close to her age had some interest in her. What seemed to set Simone apart was her keen sense of picking up subtle, and at times not so subtle, cues that someone outside the box may have been swayed by her allure.

Her seduction of Pastor Grady wasn't. For starters, he wasn't the most physically attractive specimen she could have used her wares on. Given his stature and larger than life presence however, not to mention the way many of the other women in the congregation seemed to swoon, either during his sermons or face to face meetings, Simone found the taboo of bedding someone so off limits as quite a challenge.

Even from their first meeting when Simone's Mom had introduced her to Pastor Grady, there had been sparks, but given all he had to lose, wearing him down had been a gradual process. Once the pair had consummated the relationship however, the genie wasn't going back in the bottle.

What was happening with Nancy in that cramped and steamy bathroom was a different beast entirely. In her brief encounters with Nancy at church, she was basically just another face in the crowd. Even when Simone found out she was going to be sharing a room with Nancy on the trip to Cleveland, she really didn't give it a second thought. It wasn't until she was standing naked beside the much older woman at that sink, that a familiar chord was struck deep inside her well trained psyche.

There was no earthly reason to think someone as uptight and stuffy as Nancy would ever be receptive to anything a girl like Simone had to offer. Seeing the way Nancy's body seemed to tremble and coil as she eased behind her, Simone could suddenly smell the intimidation, fear, insanity and yes, attraction dripping from the older woman's pores. It wasn't until she slipped her right hand between Nancy's arm and torso, then cupped the white woman's right breast in her palm that she knew for sure.

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Her gaze trained down to keep from seeing the ever emerging image in the mirror before her, a short, burping cry shot from Nancy's lips when she saw Simone's light brown forearm slide around from behind and encircle itself like a vine around her bare midriff.

"..Wha.....What...are...you......do......ing...?" Nancy tried to beg, but her words dissolved into the fog in the room.

"I'm doing exactly what you want me to do," the grip of Simone's other hand seemed to imply with clarity when she cinched it around the left side of Nancy's waist.

Even though she was an inch or so shorter than Nancy, Simone could still see over the white woman's shoulder. Spending the next several breaths studying the grainy and streaked image in the mirror, Simone supported the jiggly weight of Nancy's breast until the older woman's knees began to knock against the cabinet below.

Through the hazy landscape of the glass, Simone could see the confusion and consternation etched across Nancy's face as she seductively fondled her right tit. She could also tell there wasn't a hint of fight left in the naked and shivering woman.

Looking straight down in disbelief at Simone's coffee colored hand freely inspecting her pale white breast, Nancy could also feel the young girl's perky bosom brushing enticingly against her own shoulder blades as Simone began caressing her from behind.

The sag of Nancy's womanhood resting squarely in Simone's opened hand, the young girl extended her thumb and forefinger and ever so gently began tracing circles around the pink button of Nancy's areola. Over and over with hauntingly hypnotic grace, Simone continued to spin her fingers around the tip of Nancy's breast, paying special attention not to touch the woman's growing nipple just yet.

Steadily kneading her left hand into that side of Nancy's bare waist, Simone could feel the muscles in the older woman's torso vibrating as she varied the pace of her circular motions.

".....I'm...I'm not......I'm not like that..," Nancy meekly croaked, her face looking as if she'd just sucked on a lemon as she crumpled between Simone's arms.

"Then why is your nipple the size of a ripe....juicy...grape?" Simone snickered into Nancy's ear before planting a ferocious kiss on the spastic woman's neck.

"GAAAAWWWW," Nancy bellowed, her gasps of submission sounding eerily mystical as they rattled around the enclosed bathroom.

Continuing that constant, maddening motion around Nancy's now tingling and heaving breast, from the way the older woman's legs seemed to jellify with each successive stroke, Simone was sure if she kept it up for just a little longer, Nancy would be all the way down on her knees in front of the sink in short order.

"Do you want me to squeeze your nipple?" Simone's whisper sizzled through Nancy's ear.

Several scattered and grueling breaths snorted from Nancy's nostrils as she twisted in Simone's arms, but she couldn't bring herself to answer.

Simply continuing to spin her index finger and thumb around the edges of Nancy's areola while occasionally fluffing the weight of the breast with her other three fingers, Simone patiently watched Nancy's willpower wane. Easing her left hand forward, Simone delicately traced the five fingers of that hand in a vertical line from Nancy's sternum down to her belly button. Literally watching the goosebumps rise across the freshly washed skin of Nancy's shoulders, Simone proceeded to ask again.

"Do you want me to pinch your nipple, Nancy?"

"....Ye......Ye...Yes....," finally came the older woman's tortured response.

Grazing her left hand lower towards Nancy's pelvic bone as the older woman's answer echoed inside her head, Simone squeezed the fingers of her right hand around Nancy's tender, blood filled nipple while at the same exact moment closing the fingers of her left around Nancy's clitoris.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH," the white woman's voice ricocheted through the bathroom, her feet corkscrewing on the slick floor as she tried to keep her failing balance.

A series of rapid, machine gun-esque gasps shot through Nancy's gritted teeth as she sloshed in Simone's arms, feeling as if every nerve in her body was being pricked by a needle. As if the simultaneous stimulations from Simone's hands weren't enough, Nancy suddenly felt the girl's soft, pouty lips sweeping across the back of her neck before descending down the column of her spine.

"SSSSSHHHHH......AAAHHHHHH," Nancy's voice whooshed from her lips as she clenched her hands around the edge of the sink to keep from either toppling down or shooting straight through the roof.

"....Don't ....make me...do ..this...," Nancy begged, unclear if the plea was directed to Simone, God or her own betraying soul.

Simone paid no heed and continued kneading her hands over Nancy's titties and cunt until she could feel the older woman's juices oozing over her fingers. 

"Nobody's making you do anything," she gleefully mocked before resuming the butterfly kisses she was planting over the expanse of Nancy's back.

Straddling her right leg to the outside of Nancy's, Simone slithered her tongue between the older woman's shoulder blades before darting it side to side, from one earlobe to the other. Squinting her eyes open just enough to see the horrifyingly erotic reflection in the mirror, Nancy could see Simone's brown, lust-filled eyes peering over her shoulder as her two arms encircled her torso like the twin tentacles of an octopus.

"I can't help it..God..I'm so sorry," Nancy mumbled one last prayer for forgiveness before allowing herself to fully let go.

In that moment of divine clarity and submission, Nancy understood how Pastor Grady had succumb to Simone's temptations. At first she thought he was just another in a long line of lecherous hypocrites who used his power and influence to take advantage of an impressionable young girl. The fact that she was now allowing herself to be so easily seduced by the same girl, and frankly just mere seconds from cumming by the girl's hand as well, Nancy couldn't find any shame in what Calvin had done.

Processing all that in a detached corner of her mind, it protected Nancy for the time being from realizing just how violent and complete her orgasm with Simone had been. Perhaps it was a cumulative effect of going so long without, or perhaps it was a lifelong denial of all the taboo things that bubbled just beneath her moral core, but when she finally did let go, Nancy came with the same reckless abandon dozens of other men and women had with Simone over the past few years.

"OH...GOD..OOHH...GODDDDDD...GGOOODDDDDDDDD," Nancy's screamed, her face scrunching as she collapsed forward.

Her face pressed down near the faucet as her breasts came to rest to each side of the sink, Nancy could feel Simone's left hand spinning like a fan blade through her gushing cunt. Her legs straining as she somehow mustered the strength to rut her behind backwards against the simmering warmth of Simone's smoothly shaven quim, Nancy winced and cried with joy when she felt the girl's right hand begin to tenderly massage the back of her head.

The tremors of her orgasm continuing to ripple through her, Nancy jerked her face up from the sink when she felt Simone's hands inexplicably leave her quaking body.

"...Please...don't leave me like this," the needful and still unquenched want inside Nancy cried out.

Daring to raise her head slightly despite the overwhelming feeling she was about to faint, Nancy could see fuzzy outline of Simone positioning herself between her outstretched feet.

"....What are....you...doing.....?" she started to ask before the electric sensation of the 20-year-old's tongue darting across her swollen labia gave Nancy her answer.

"JEEEEESSSSSS..UUUUUSSSSSS," she shuddered, a tsunami of energy cresting through the every muscle in her body as Simone sealed her lips over Nancy's erupting womb.

The waves of her first orgasm quickly blending into her second and third, Nancy's collapsed face first against the still moist mirror as her pelvis jerked and corkscrewed against Simone's eager mouth. For just a fraction of a instant, Nancy fell in love with the girl kneeling between her feet. Unable to speak, all Nancy could manage to do was dip her right hand from the edge of the sink and ease it blindly between her quivering thighs, brushing it softly several times across Simone's sweaty brow to show her carnal gratitude.

Rolling the right side of her face flush against the cool, slick glass, Nancy pressed her cheek to the mirror to support herself as she looked down at Simone out of the corner of her eye. Her vision jumbled from the internal whirlwind still whipping inside her, Nancy was struck with a vision that would last her an eternity. Simone's flawless, java hued face was wedged perfectly between her pale white thighs as she hungrily continued to dine on the nectar soaked pink petals of Nancy's spasming vaginal flower.

"You just did things to me no one else ever has," Nancy's dazed eyes seemed to admit when Simone peered up to meet her gaze. 

Cowering backwards when she tried putting some weight on her knees, Nancy's strength completely gave out when Simone pulled away and raised up beside her. Just as Nancy was about to tumble into the abyss, or at least the wall behind her, Simone effortlessly reached out and cradled Nancy's naked body in her arms.

Holding Nancy's trembling frame close to her chest, Simone allowed the shaken woman's heartbeat to vibrate against her bare skin, further enhancing the satisfaction she felt from her sudden and serendipitous conquest. Leaning in to give Nancy a kiss, Simone was determined to let her taste the wealth of things she'd stirred up inside her. Her breasts swaying against Nancy's as she leaned in to initiate the kiss, Simone could feel the older woman's fingernails squeeze ever so gently into the flesh of her arm the instant their lips met.

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It took a minute or so but Simone eventually disengaged, then turned towards the sink to wash up and get ready for the day. 

Having just endured the first lesbian experience of her life with a girl less than half her age, Nancy stood there naked on the cold bathroom floor, trying to make sense of what just happened. Dizzily reaching for a towel to cover herself, Nancy opened the door, then disappeared out into the room to get dressed.

"She didn't say anything....not one word after she kissed me that last time?" Nancy mumbled as she walked like a zombie to the suitcase beside her bed.

"There's not really anything to say," a dry, sober voice inside her head matter-of-factly noted. "You were willing to give something ..and she was glad to take it."

"I just ....had sex......with a girl?" Nancy kept reminding herself over and over, as if saying it repeatedly would shine some light on why she'd so easily given in to such and unholy temptation. 

"Now I'll have to spend all day at this conference trying to look all these men of God in the eye knowing full well how I just spent the last half hour. I'll have to look at Pastor Grady and.....," Nancy's inner voice trailed off into oblivion.

Still naked in front of the bathroom mirror, Simone looked deep into the clear glass and smiled. Squeezing her left nipple several times before rubbing her hand over her smooth stomach, Simone primped at her hair and make-up as Nancy stewed in the next room, each wondering in their own way what the following evening would hold once they'd finished with their daily rounds and returned to the room.

Part 5 is to come... 



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 05



If she wasn't already feeling alienated enough being stuck in Cleveland for a late winter religious conference, the fact that Nancy had to spend the day traveling with a girl that had just taken her lesbian virginity a few hours earlier made for quite an awkward afternoon.

Every gaze she met, Nancy feared the person could read the indiscretion and guilt in her eyes, and to make matters worse, every so often Simone would cast her a sly, knowing smile just to remind Nancy what had happened that morning in the hotel bathroom.

The main reason she'd come to the conference in the first place, to spend some time with Pastor Grady wasn't working out at all. Given the surroundings and the demands on his time, Calvin was in a zone all his own. His booming voice and effervescing personality dialed up to 10 as he churned through one meeting after another, Nancy found herself feeling microscopic surrounded by the rush of activity.

At some point after begging out with a headache, Nancy returned to the solitude of her room. Part of her wanted to see if she had enough money to ask a cabbie to just drive her back to Canton, but she'd come to Cleveland in hopes of getting away from all the drama at home. Besides, Sunday was the big day at the conference and she didn't want to disappoint Pastor Grady and not be there to help with his sermon the following morning.

After sleeping so poorly the night before and given the crush of everything she was dealing with emotionally, Nancy was able to finally doze off and get some unencumbered sleep for a few hours until the sound of her hotel room door opening stirred her awake around dusk.

Perhaps 'unencumbered' may have been a little too strong of a term. An unobstructed view to the bathroom where everything had happened the previous morning being the last thing Nancy saw before dozing off, subconsciously processing the chain of those events dominated her sleeping thoughts.

Considering how long it had been since another person, male or female, had touched her in a sexual way, it wasn't that hard to understand how her body had reacted in the way it did. Still, there was no way she could in good conscience quantify the depth and ferocity of her release with Simone. The girl had touched Nancy in ways no one else ever had, but much to her sadness and confusion, it wasn't about her physical reaction as much as it was the emotional one she felt being under Simone's spell.

Even in Nancy's state of heated weakness, Simone had touched her with a tenderness she still couldn't comprehend, one that in the months and years to come Nancy would continue to fixate over. But there was also the cool aloofness, if not down right ambivalence, Simone had showed to her as well. Even though she rationally understood the type of girl Simone was at her core, Nancy found herself dreaming up ways she could keep the 20 year old nymph's attention.

All of this was totally crazy she knew, but when Simone walked through that door and woke Nancy from her slumber, a giddy dose of anxiousness and adrenaline shot through the older woman's weary bones.

Just as she had the night before, Nancy laid there beneath the covers pretending to be asleep as Simone made her way inside the room. Her back to the door, Nancy could hear the petite young girl making quite a racket tossing her coat and purse down before kicking her shoes off one by one. Keeping her eyelids parted ever so slightly, Nancy could feel the vibrations of Simone's footsteps pacing back and forth across the room until she finally settled down on her bed to make a phone call.

From the sound of Simone's voice, Nancy assumed she was talking to Calvin in an attempt to set something up for dinner. Continuing to lay there as if she was dead to the world, Nancy had a perfect view when Simone stood up and made her way into the bathroom wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and panties. Hearing the whoosh of the shower when Simone flipped it on, Nancy's blood ran cold and her thighs folded together under the covers when she saw the young girl step out of her baby blue thong an instant before she tossed her matching bra aside.

If Nancy had a lick of guts, she would have crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to join Simone in the shower. Vividly picturing how it would look walking through the steamy mist, Nancy imagined undressing herself before slipping into the shower and cuddling up to Simone from behind. Unable to coax herself up before Simone finished, Nancy demurely removed the hand she'd snuck between her thighs to quell the incessant itch deep inside her womb.

"You've got to get up and get out of this room..it doesn't matter where..you just have to get away," Nancy's disjointed conscience whined, but even it shut up when she looked up and saw Simone stepping out from behind the curtain.

No longer pretending she was asleep, Nancy laid there in silent disbelief and awe as Simone reached for a towel.

"Are you going out?" she found herself asking in a voice tinged with a strange mixture of aroused curiosity and motherly concern.

"Yeah," Simone answered without bothering to look up. "Pastor Grady wants me to come along and meet some more of his old friends for dinner."

Nancy waited for Simone to add something like," I'm sure he wouldn't mind you coming along," but the only sound filling the suite was Simone using the towel to dry herself off.

Her first impulse was to pull the covers up over her head and disappear, unfortunately she couldn't get her hands to move. Her gaze still centered on Simone, Nancy's pupils flared when the young girl dropped her towel to the floor and nakedly started to walk out of the bathroom. Feeling the weight of Simone's seeming indifference as she strutted across Nancy's field of view, Nancy could feel the vibrations running down her spine each time the 20 year old took a step.

Her chest heaving, Nancy had to stifle a gasp when Simone re-appeared, this time ducking back into the bathroom to primp up her make-up and hair. Her nipples stiffening under the covers, Nancy's mouth became parched seeing the Simone standing at the same sink she'd seduced her earlier that morning. Guiltily allowing her eyes to drift up and down Simone's nude side profile, Nancy focused on the pair of strappy high heeled sandals the girl had put on.

"There's no way in the world she can walk around in those things..she's wearing them for Pastor Grady..I just know it," Nancy bitterly accepted.

Smelling the perfume Simone was dousing across her body, Nancy buried her face in the pillow out of helpless disgust knowing how Simone planned for the evening to end. Within a few minutes Simone had slipped on the skirt, grabbed her purse and left the room to join Calvin so they could make their way to the restaurant, leaving Nancy alone to stew in her discontent.

The blood still racing in her temples, Nancy knew she had to talk to someone before the hailstorm brewing inside her swelled out of control. Without any good options to call, Nancy dialed her Daughter's cell because it was the first number that she pressed.

Lacy, sadly, was too occupied to answer the phone.

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Her knees spread wide across the expanse of her bedroom mattress, Lacy Grubbs found herself straddling her boyfriend's crotch with her ass raised high in the air. The same ass that was chalk full of several inches of thick black cock. The fact that she had a third prick wedged deep down her throat gave the spastic 19 year old her first taste of being airtight.

This had been the second night in a row Lacy had taken advantage of her Mom being out of town. The previous night she'd spent shacked up with Shawn, and at some point during the evening he made mention of how fun it might be if he invited a few friends over the following evening to give Lacy her first ever gangbang. She played along, agreeing to his suggestion, not having a clue he was serious. The fact that she was now groaning incoherently, with 20 full inches of manhood buried in various parts of her body nailed the reality of his offer home.

Their four frames twisting together in a massive knot of black and white flesh, the old fashioned iron bedsprings squealed under the 700 plus pounds of thrashing humanity. It was the first time Lacy ever had a penis shoved up her ass, and the guy pounding down on top of her wasn't showing the newbie any mercy. 

Digging her fingernails into Shawn's chiseled chest each time he drilled his cock into her vagina, a scalding jolt of adrenaline ripped through her system, giving Lacy the stamina needed to endure the burning pressure digging at her rear. To top it all off, the third penis scouring over her taste buds seemed as if it would explode at any moment. Forced to breath through her nostrils, Lacy could feel herself melting away as the man standing above rubbed his fingers roughly through her scalp.

Somehow withstanding the three-pronged assault, even in the mayhem, Lacy mentally patted herself on the back wondering just how many women, young or old, rich or poor or black or white, could handle what those three men were dishing out. That said, she also knew she couldn't hang on much longer without passing out.

The sheer thought of all three guys cumming simultaneously inside her gave Lacy all the starch she needed to endure the crippling physical assault. An insane sense of vertigo sweeping through her body until she didn't really know what was up or down, Lacy fancied herself as a meteor hurdling through space until she started to burn up in the atmosphere stuck between the friction of the three men's grinding bodies.

When she finally did cum, the inability to really either move or scream caused the orgasmic waves coursing through her body to be so much more violent, and last longer than any she'd ever experienced because those repeated seismic tremors simply had nowhere else to go. By the time they were finally done with Lacy and dismounted her one by one, all she could do was collapse into a sweaty pile of flesh and bones on the center of the bed, semen now streaming like a pearly white tide from all three of her violated orifices.

Spending the following few hours playfully frolicking with Shawn and his two friends, who'd made themselves quite at home inside her Mother's house, Lacy proceeded to absorb every ounce of satisfaction she could as her Mom paced aimlessly back and forth in the quiet hotel suite an hour or so North.

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Pacing was probably too mild of a term. Pastor Grady's church would be lucky to get off without having to pay for a new carpet the way Nancy stalked back and forth between the bed and the suite's peephole, looking just like a dejected and anxious, caged rat.

Stealing a glance over and over through the glass hole in the room's front door, for some reason, Nancy was desperate to catch a glimpse of Simone and Calvin returning from the restaurant. Eight o'clock turned to nine and nine turned to ten before drowsiness and monotony began to take its toll.

"Just go to bed, Nancy..they aren't going to be brazen enough to do anything," she told herself, knowing Pastor Gardy's sermon at the convention hall started at 9am the next morning.

Deep down however, she knew she'd never be able to fall asleep until Simone was safely tucked into the bed beside hers. The moment of truth came around 10:15 when Nancy checked the peephole for the umpteenth time and finally saw the distorted figures of Calvin and Simone strolling side by side up the hall towards the room.

Scurrying back to her side of the room so it wouldn't appear she was camped out by the door when Simone walked back in, Nancy sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for the door to open.

It never did.

Sitting there for a couple more seconds holding her breath, Nancy heart sank when she heard Calvin's door open, then close. Darting back up to check the peephole, there was no sign of the two.

Slinking back to her bed this time, Nancy threw herself down on the mattress and put her head in her hands. A bitter scowl overtaking her face when she raised it back up, Nancy stared at the door, wondering what was happening on the other side of the hall.

"You saw for yourself when you caught them having sex at the church a few weeks back," Nancy's conscience reminded. 

"They're not over there going over Calvin's sermon for in the morning," she assured herself. "The only difference is this time she'll have to come back to the room..no way Calvin would chance letting her spend the night in his suite....would he?"

Suddenly, a very pointed question sprouted in Nancy's mind, one she was quite prepared to digest. After the events of the previous morning, Nancy was forced to ask herself, 'Was she more jealous knowing Simone was moving in on Pastor Grady, or as unimaginable as it sounded, vice versa?'

A slow, itching burn of aroused frustration gradually overtaking her loins, Nancy couldn't get comfortable on the bed. Unable to sit still, she continued getting up every few minutes to check the peephole before returning the sanctuary of her magazine cluttered bed.

"Why don't you just put some clothes on and go grab a bite to eat...or just take a walk..anything to get out of this room..or Hell..just go over there and knock on the door and offer to join in," she chided herself.

Internally negotiating over what to do next, Nancy finally decided to make the brave move to at least head down the hall and get some fresh ice from the machine just to have a nice glass of cold water before bed. As helpful as the refreshment was for her parched throat, the hidden agenda she'd hatched was to give herself a chance to walk by Calvin's room, even if it was to hear just a smidge of what may be happening inside. Just as she tried to smooth up to the Pastor's door however, another group of hotel patrons came barreling up the hall, causing Nancy to slink back inside her room.

By the time Midnight rolled around, the weight of the mental strain she was putting herself through combined with the late hour and she suddenly felt her eyelids getting very heavy.

"Just close your eyes and all this will go away," she mumbled her mantra over and over before switching off the lamp beside her bed. It only took a few seconds for the veil of sleep to start coming down.

Just then, the front door swung open and Simone's shadowy frame slipped into the pitch black room.

Quelling the urge to turn over and witness Simone entering the room, the sliver of light from the hallway quickly dissolved when the girl closed the door. Her breath caught in her throat, Nancy listened as Simone shuffled across the floor and sat her purse down on the dresser.

"Her perfume...," Nancy found herself fixating on the scent, her spine tingling as she visualized the young girl starting to undress behind her.

Desperately wanting to speak up and ask Simone where she'd been, Nancy wisely decided to keep her mouth shut and continue feigning sleep. Even though her roommate's perfume was now the dominant scent in the room, Nancy could also discern the subtle presence of something else wafting from Simone's body as she peeled her clothes off in the dark.

Waiting for the springs of Simone's bed to creak, signaling that it was safe to go to sleep, Nancy's eyes shot open and every muscle in her body froze when she felt the pressure of Simone's knee come to rest at the base of her turned back.

"She ...just...knelt down... behind me," her frazzled brain muttered.

"Calvin must have let her get into the wine at the restaurant or while she was over in his room...she has to be drunk not realizing she just crawled into the wrong bed," Nancy told herself, noticeably tensing beneath the covers as Simone's presence drifted over top of her.

There wasn't a hint of alcohol on the girl's breath however, and feeling the certainly of Simone's fingers come to rest on her left shoulder, Nancy knew her choice of beds wasn't a mistake.

"...Wha......what ..are..you...doing," Nancy stammered, her voice just as broken and confused as it was earlier that morning when Simone reached out towards her in front of the bathroom mirror.

Feeling the softness of the girl's breath drifting down across her neck, Nancy found herself turning in Simone's direction as if there was some sort of magnetic presence at work. Steadily feeling Simone peeling the covers down, Nancy was helpless to stop the girl until her tee-shirt clad torso was completely exposed.

"She just had sex with Calvin and she's just too fired up to go to sleep," the voice of primal certainty blared in Nancy's head. "And now she apparently wants to finish off what she started this morning with you!"

Nancy didn't realize the extent to which Simone had seized control of her body until she felt the girl's left hand close around her wrist and pull it backwards towards her crotch with complete and utter ease. 

Crouched now like a blanket over top of the breathless older woman, Simone proceeded to slip Nancy's left hand beneath her short skirt until her clenched knuckles were scouring through the folds of Simone's freshly fucked pussy. Using her digits to gently unfurl Nancy's fist, Simone spread her knees out until she was fully draped over top of Nancy there in the dark.

"OHH..GOD," came Nancy's meek and spastic cry when she realized she was rubbing another woman's sex for the very first time.

Powerless to stop Simone from manually gliding her own hand through Simone's smoldering snatch, Nancy could feel the slippery soft petals of the girl's flared labia clinging to her fingers. In her mind's eye, Nancy pictured how it must have looked only minutes earlier when Pastor Grady was plowing that very same spot. Wincing as she imagined the friction his cock must have created drilling in and out of the drenched fissure, Nancy audibly gasped when she thought about how it must have felt when the hulking man came inside her. Almost on cue, Nancy suddenly felt the sticky remnants of Calvin's seed soaking into her buried fingertips.

Feeling Simone sway and flex on top of her, Nancy swore she could hear the young girl purring like a kitten as she forced her to rub her crotch. The longer that went on however, Nancy came to the realization that Simone's hand was no longer manipulating hers. Nancy was rubbing Simone's pussy all on her own.

Within a minute or two of working herself on top of Nancy, Simone had the older woman flat on her back. Peering straight down in the room's scant light, Simone stared deep into Nancy's glistening, nearly teared up eyes. Feeling Nancy's fingers spinning like nervous talons through her languid sex, Simone reached down and softly brushed Nancy's blondish and slightly graying hair from her brow until she knew the woman below was under her spell.

A broad smile spreading across her deceptively angelic face, Simone squeezed her vaginal muscles together around Nancy's embedded fingers.

"She's trying her best to get me off," Simone told herself. "As much as she'd never admit it during the light of day..she can't help it..she's trying to make me cum."

Her knees pressing down to each side of Nancy's waist, Simone seductively began rotating her hips in churning, rhythmic circles, literally fucking Nancy's buried hand as if it was an erect male appendage. Grinding her vulva down a little harder with each successive thrust, Simone could feel the older woman's greasy palm brushing against her glowing sex.

Simone could have easily stayed there straddling Nancy's midriff, allowing the hesitant and scared woman to push her to orgasm, but having just gotten her rocks off with Calvin moments earlier in the room across the hall, Simone knew her fuse had a little wick left to burn. Deciding to take full advantage of that, she pulled her crotch away from Nancy's musky and saturated hand before dutifully crawling up the length of the prone woman's torso. 




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Even in the dark, in one fell swoop, Simone was able to raise herself up then bring her blooming pink slit straight down on top of Nancy's unsuspecting mouth.

".....Eat my pussy.....Yeahhh.....I know you want to," the young girl hissed as she closed her hands around each side of Nancy's head.

The darkness was disorientating enough on its own, and what she was allowing herself to do was pushing Nancy to her psychic limits. Touching Simone 'down there' was one thing, but to suddenly have the girl's swollen and soaked labia plastered across her face sent a rolling jolt of jumbled emotions through the marrow of her bones. Feeling all 10 of the girl's fingers kneading at her scalp, Nancy endured the effects of claustrophobia from having Simone's thighs wedged to each side of her cheeks.

With Simone's insistent demand filtering down like the distant and muffled voice of God from above, Nancy's tongue crept from her mouth then slipped inside the steaming gash draped across her lips, nose and chin.

Even though she'd never once contemplated performing oral on another woman, some sort of primal switch must have been flipped from the studious way Nancy took to her sudden task. The way Simone was holding Nancy's head in place didn't give the older woman much choice in the matter, but by the time the nectar was flowing from the sopping wet bloom of Simone's vagina, there was no turning back.

Her lips pressed flush against Simone's puffy labia, Nancy could literally feel the electricity coursing through the young girl's body as Simone humped her face with the same eagerness a stripper would doing an up close and personal lap dance.

It was a shame their interlude was taking place in the darkness of a hotel room with no one else there to witness the carnal beauty of it all. Her skirt hiked up to her waist, Simone churned her athletic, caramel colored hips in poetic motion as she straddled Nancy's upper torso. Once she'd comfortably mounted Nancy, Simone was free to slide the straps of her blouse off her shoulders before tugging the form fitting material over her breasts then down to her smooth, flat belly.

Her perfectly sculpted bosom swaying just above the spot where Nancy's mouth was pressed against the slit of her sizzling, smoothly shaven quim, Simone reached back down and placed her hands around Nancy's head, holding it steady as she steadily, and greedily, built up to her own private nirvana.

Nancy's mind was scattering in a million different directions, doing anything to keep from focusing on the cruel reality of what she was allowing herself to do. It wasn't lost on Nancy however that Simone wasn't wearing any panties when the young girl had crawled up the length of her body and lowered her crotch down on her face. Had Simone actually gone to dinner and perhaps mingled with untold dozens of preachers, deacons and other assorted men of God without any underwear on, or had she simply just left them across the hall after Calvin was done with her? 

Either way, Nancy felt her stomach roll with angst as she laid there on the bed with Simone's glistening honey-pot glued to her face.

Just thinking of Calvin's name caused butterflies to stir inside Nancy, and it didn't take long for it to dawn on her that the salty juices that were marinating inside Simone were most likely a result of what Calvin had left behind only minutes earlier. To think she was laying there, not only willfully dining on another woman's sex but also ingesting the semen the pastor of her church had just deposited inside her left Nancy as aghast and aroused as she'd ever been.

At that instant, whatever was acting as Nancy's governor seeped from her body and dissolved into the air like the soul of someone departed, leaving an empty shell desperate to be filled. In that moment of total submission, Nancy reached up with both arms and wrapped them around the base of Simone's back, forcing the ladle of her tongue deeper into the girl's frothy fissure.

Sensing the erosion of Nancy's reluctance, a gnarly grin oozed across Simone's face as she lowered herself even further down on top of the woman below. Swinging the tips of her breasts against the sides of Nancy's warm cheeks, Simone bent forward in an ungodly angle only a girl her age with a gymnastic background could pull off. Her eyes mere inches from the spot where Nancy's lips welded themselves to her labia, Simone brushed her hands lovingly through the older woman's short blonde hair.

"Yeeessss...eat me out....you sure you've never done this before?" she cooed and taunted, her voice rising in pitch each time Nancy's tongue slid across her clit.

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In the days and weeks following the interlude with Simone, Nancy would fixate over how such a conservative, God-fearing, not to mention straight, woman could have suddenly been transformed into what she was that night. Perhaps the metamorphosis hadn't been so sudden, but the last thing Nancy wanted any part of was untangling the twisted wreckage of emotions and experiences she'd dealt with over the previous few years.

What she couldn't deny was how Simone's taste remained on her palate long after that night in Cleveland. Often times when alone, Nancy could close her eyes and still feel the warm traces of Simone's arousal dripping down her cheeks as she franticly lapped her tongue through the girl's slippery cunt. She could even remember Simone's fingertips massaging her scalp, digging a little deeper each time Nancy's tongue somehow traipsed over something sensitive.

If she tried hard enough when she was laying alone in bed, Nancy could also feel the girl's weight straddled across her chest, the imaginary warmth radiating from Simone's imaginary womb causing a distinctly real reddish hue to blotch Nancy's neck. All that would inevitably cause Nancy's loins to stir, and with very little fanfare she would alleviate that gnawing itch in the only manner she could before the blessing of sleep came.

Having avoided church like the plague since that night with Simone in the hotel, Nancy just knew she'd have a mental breakdown if she saw either her or Pastor Grady once more.

In those moments of solitude, Nancy vividly recalled the ferocity in which Simone came on top of her. Like someone who'd been sucked down by a whirlpool, Nancy could still feel the girl's body thrashing on top of her as a never ending cavalcade of obscenities shot like flares from her lips. She could also remember the molten stew her own vagina turned into as she laid there beneath Simone, forced for the first time to ingest the nectar of another woman's fruity harvest.

During those private interludes, this was when Nancy usually slipped her hand down to her crotch, re-living what Simone did next. Expecting Simone to simply dismount her once she'd gotten what she came for, Nancy was left speechless and stunned when Simone drifted off to the side then collapsed into a ball beside her. Her breath becoming hauntingly shallow as she mentally recaptured that moment, Nancy's head would twist, and a small cry would bleed from her throat when she remembered how Simone pulled the sweatpants she was sleeping in down before caressing her lips deep into the simmering buffet between Nancy's outstretched thighs. Simone then proceeded to bring the older woman off, not once or twice, but three debilitating times before the two fell asleep side by side.

In that respect it wasn't hard to understand why those private moments of solitude became increasingly frequent for Nancy.

Nancy sill didn't know how she made it through the following day. As best as she could to re-collect, she'd gone through that Sunday in a haze. Simone had woke up around sunrise and took a shower, then disappeared over to Calvin's room before Nancy could pull herself out of bed. She's managed to sit through Pastor Grady's sermon that morning, then the ride back to Canton in the backseat of Calvin's car with hardly a word being spoken.

Honestly Nancy didn't know which was worse. Simone actually acknowledging what had happened between the two and the fallout that would be certain to come, or pretending the intimacy they shared never happened. Deep down, Nancy knew both outcomes would wind up breaking her. The public ridicule would be crushing, yet keeping the secret of it all would fester like a sore just beneath her skin until it poisoned her entire being.

Pastor Grady had called several times wondering why Nancy hadn't made it to church for several weeks, and she'd successfully used the excuses of either being sick or having to work to ward him off in the short term. She could feel everything building towards critical mass however, and the only real options Nancy could come up with was either moving back to Florida, or somewhere a million miles away. She even held out hope she could stumble upon a serious crime and maybe take advantage of the witness relocation program.

Even though it wasn't a perfect out, moving back to Florida did make the most sense. Unfortunately that option was taken off the table when her Daughter, Lacy, came home sobbing a couple of days later.......

Part 6 is on the way



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 06



A positive pregnancy test shaking in her hands, Lacy Grubbs showed her Mom the irrefutable proof of her own carelessness and stupidity.

For the first time since the family's ideal life started to swirl around the bowl a couple of years earlier, Nancy sat and watched her Daughter breakdown. The disintegration of her parent's marriage never elicited a single tear, nor had the upheaval of moving halfway across the country. Lacy had never once showed any interest or concern in the day in, day out struggle her Mom faced to keep food in the house and the lights turned on.

Now the 18-year-old girl sat there in the chair across from Nancy, bawling her eyes out because she was suddenly with child.

"It's just pure vanity and selfishness," Nancy mumbled under her breath as she assessed the withering pool of tear soaked flesh her Daughter had been reduced to.

"It's just hitting her that she might have had her last good night's sleep for the next 20 years..its hitting her that she wont be the sole focus of her existence anymore..it's hitting her that she's gonna get fat," Nancy thought to herself, leaning back on the sofa and folding her arms as Lacy snorted and sniffled three feet in front of her.

"You do know who the Father is, I assume?" Mom asked dryly.

The silence of Lacy's initial response caused Nancy to ruefully shake her head. Before she could prick another verbal needle into her already debilitated Daughter, Lacy finally stifled her sobs long enough to say she thought she did, but she wasn't 100% sure.

The baby was most likely her boyfriend Shawn's, but given his penchant for sharing Lacy with a handful of his friends, only a paternity test would be able to tell for sure. Thankfully for both their sakes, Lacy didn't divulge that tidbit of information to her Mother.

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As the rest of the evening wore on, Nancy's anger and frustration with her Daughter gradually gave way to sympathy, and a willingness to help her. Lacy was her only child after all, and considering the nuclear wasteland the rest of her life had become, Nancy found herself strangely motivated by the thought of becoming a Grandma. 

It wasn't like she was going back to church anytime soon. Having already been heartbroken over her secret discovery of Pastor Grady's moral indiscretions, not to mention her own sins of the flesh with the very woman he was having the affair with, there was no way Nancy could fathom setting foot back there. Even if Calvin was none the wiser, Nancy knew she'd combust in an instant if Simone ever laid eyes back on her. 

While she knew plenty of obstacles would present themselves, Nancy prided herself on being a survivor. Little did she know how quickly those obstacles would arise, and what roads they would take her down.

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Within a week of finding out her Daughter was pregnant, Nancy was just getting home one evening from work when she saw Lacy's boyfriend's car parked in the driveway.

"What to do..what to do?" she pondered, her stomach rolling as she contemplated her options.

"This is your home," Nancy defiantly told herself. "Just march in there and if anything happens.....just deal with it."

Nancy's newfound courage remained strong as she switched off the ignition and stepped out the car. It continued to shine as she made her way up the walk, but the fizz of confidence quickly flattened when she heard the pair of arguing voices echoing through walls. Actually, it was more like the muffled sobs of her Daughter and the clearly agitated voice of her boyfriend, Shawn.

"Bet she just broke the news about the baby," Nancy correctly surmised as dusk gave way to darkness around her.

Tightening the strap of her purse around her shoulder, Nancy vacillated for several seconds, unable to quite extend her right hand towards the front door.

"Here you go again eavesdropping and being a voyeur," a voice chided inside her head. "You remember what happened the last few times you tried that?"

Stealing a few glances to her left and right to make sure no one was witnessing her display of indecisiveness, Nancy stood there a little longer trying to make some sense of the commotion inside. Naturally, Shawn's voice was much deeper and seemed to resonate.

"How do you know I'm the Father..the way you've been opening your legs to every guy you come across..and you're gonna pin this on me?" Nancy heard Shawn clearly demand through the wall.

If she could have heard her Daughter's sobbing response, Nancy would have known a lot of those guys Shawn was speaking of were friends of his he'd brought into their relationship just to satisfy his, and to some extent Lacy's, increasingly deviant urges. Standing on the other side of the door however, the only audible input Nancy was able to garner painted her Daughter in a very negative light. If she were to have walked into the house at that moment, Nancy might have been torn as to which side to take.

Instead, she remained on the front step, frozen in place as the tension rose inside. Needless to say, Nancy was lost in a dumbstruck haze a minute or so later when the front door suddenly swung open and Shawn rushed like a bull from the house. Obviously not seeing the motionless woman standing on the stoop through the blood flaring in his eyes, Shawn literally steamrolled through Nancy as he bolted through the door, desperate not to do anything he'd later regret to his impregnated girlfriend inside.

The adrenaline of the moment had shielded Nancy from any immediate pain after her collision with Shawn. Easily a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than the petite older woman, the fact that Shawn had lunged from the door with a full head of steam could have been much worse for Nancy. Luckily, she'd escaped with nothing more than a loss of breath and a minor scrap on her right elbow from the fall. Another two inches further back and her head may have struck the edge of the concrete walkway.

For his part, Shawn did reach down to help the fallen woman up, even brushing a few specks of dirt from her clothes before continuing on with his blind rush to the car. 

By the time she'd gathered herself and headed inside, Nancy could hear the music blaring upstairs in Lacy's room, a sure sign her Daughter really didn't want to be bothered for awhile. Within an hour or so, Nancy also found herself in bed, the covers pulled tight to her chest as she contemplated the further commotion of her life.

Other than her elbow which was throbbing a little, and the center of her forehead that caught a good bit of the brunt of Shawn's chest when he'd barreled from the house, Nancy felt like she was OK on the outside at least. The longer she laid there however, re-living that moment of impact over and over, the more the insides of her thighs began to twitch. As she'd done so many nights in the past, those hands that were bunched on top of the covers found their way beneath it after she'd switched off the light beside the bed.

Just as she always did when the burn became too much and privacy provided the opportunity, Nancy sunk both her hands deep into the musky warmth between her legs. Often times imaging the seemingly unattainable prize of Pastor Grady in her mind, or the real life interlude she had with Simone to help alleviate the nagging pressure, occasionally other things would randomly pop into Nancy's mind, things that didn't really need to be spoken of in the light of day. 

Eventually, orgasm would come (if she was lucky more than one) then Nancy would be able to clear her sweaty conscience for the time being and drift off to sleep. Where she would find herself the following day however would serve as the first domino in making many of those unspeakable visions become all too real.

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Riding around some of the not so friendly streets of inner city Canton in her broken down Mom-mobile wasn't how Nancy pictured her ideal afternoon off. Even though it was clearly her hands on the wheel, something deep and conniving inside her soul seemed to be steering it.

The "Church-Going Nancy" could have certainly used the excuse that she was down there scouting for a few ideas where the congregation could possibly make a difference in the lives of the town's poor. Even the "Socially Conscious and Curious Nancy" could say she was down there on that sunny, early Spring afternoon getting an idea of the lay of the land since she hadn't seen all Canton had to offer since moving there the previous Fall. The "Nancy" that was currently at the wheel was down there on a much more base and personal mission however, to find Lacy's boyfriend, Shawn.

Just from word of mouth, Nancy heard he liked to play basketball at some of the parks lining that side of town when the weather was nice. Turning up one street and down the next, inevitably a fist a dread began to tighten in her belly as she negotiated the narrow roads, diverting her eyes every so often from the clearly curious looks of many of the locals she passed.

"God..please don't let me break down out here," Nancy's inner fear babbled every so often, even though she was pretty sure nothing horrible would happen to her in broad daylight.

"This isn't Watts in the 60's," she reminded herself, but an unsettling sense of trepidation continued to linger.

In a strange way, that intangible fear of the unknown added to the angst riddled excitement coursing through her loins each time she turned down a new street, or made fleeting eye contact with a stranger. Much like the proverbial mutt chasing after a speeding fire engine, Nancy had no clue what she was going to do if she actually stumbled upon Shawn.

"Hell Nancy..most of the boys down here would serve his purpose," a sly and slippery voice whispered like the forked tongue of a snake into her ear.

"No..it has to be Shawn," Nancy's lips visibly quivered their reply as she gripped her hands tight around the steering wheel.

It took nearly an hour of driving around, and quite a few false alarms, before Nancy finally stumbled across Shawn walking up the street with three of his friends.

"What are you going to do now?" Nancy fidgeted and groused, her car nearly slowing to a crawl as she watched Shawn and his friends walk past.

Pressing the accelerator forward, Nancy sped up after several cars behind honked their horns, then took the first U-turn she came to so she could creep up on Shawn's group from behind.

Lost in conversation, and more than use to the hustle and bustle of that part of town, the four young men didn't know anything was amiss until they heard a woman's voice aimed in their direction from a rolled down window beside them.

The traffic now bottle-necking behind her, Nancy finally locked eyes with Shawn then spotted a parking space about a hundred yards ahead. Speeding up to claim the space, Nancy pulled in then waited for the four young men to make their way up the sidewalk.

Nancy immediately felt all eight of their eyes sizing her up the second she stepped from the car and walked around the front as they approached. She was wearing a tannish red and yellow sundress, of all the ones she owned probably hemmed the shortest. Having told herself when she got dressed she was wearing it because of how pretty of a day it was, when Nancy instantly felt the ticklish but tangible weight of their collective stares on the good bit of flesh she had exposed, she freely accepted the consequences of her wardrobe choice.

"Ms. Grubbs?" Shawn spoke up, recognizing the Mother of his Girlfriend through her darkly tinted sunglasses.

"Is everything alright with Lacy?" he asked, unable to quite comprehend why she'd obviously gone so far out of her way to find him.

"..Uh...Lacy...she's fine," Nancy stammered, as if she didn't know her own Daughter's name at first. 

"I just..uh....I needed to talk to you," she added a few breaths later, sensing the strange mixture of unease, envy and curiosity seeping from the pores of Shawn's three associates.

"Alright....that's fine," Shawn replied, a blankness spreading across the chiseled features of his 22 year old face as he tossed his basketball to the guy standing to his right.

While Nancy's silence and demeanor was somewhat unsettling, Shawn still let himself into the woman's passenger seat as she walked back around to the driver's side. The two then sat and watched Shawn's three friends bounce the basketball up the sidewalk, each stealing the occasional glance back to make some sense of why Shawn decided to stay behind.

"I'm sorry about that little accident last night..running into you and all...it was dark and I just wasn't looking when I walked out of the house...." he tried to break the silence and apologize.

"I'm alright Shawn...I'm OK," Nancy cut him off, almost robotically as she craned her head side to side to make sure no one on either side of the street was watching.

Even though most of her senses were working on a seven second delay, the one thing she could clearly discern through her seeming hypnotic haze was the scent of perspiration beading like rain on Shawn's well muscled onyx flesh from just playing ball all morning. Sweat would generally be a turn-off for Nancy, especially in the closed confines of her car, but the primal radar at her core detected something alluring in that invisible cloud of scent. It smelt like a man, and more than food, water or the very air she breathed, that's what Nancy needed at that very moment.

"There were thousands of available men within a square mile or two," she would remind herself several times since she made the fateful decision to crisscross the town looking for Shawn. 

"Even though you aren't a beauty queen..all you'd have to do is open your legs and plenty of them would be at your beck and call," Nancy would chastise herself. "So why are you so intent on chasing down this guy who's half you age...who's your Daughter's boyfriend ..who just knocked her up for God sakes?"

"Because..." the voice of brutal honesty in Nancy's head replied, but the five words that followed were just too painfully true for her to acknowledge.

Sitting there alone with Shawn in the front seat in broad daylight, the scent of his perspiration continuing to drill a hole in the last shreds of Nancy's will, her body began weaving a tale her lips couldn't utter.

Catching his first faint whiff of something as well, Shawn turned towards the woman in the driver's seat as the training of thousands of generations past subliminally kicked in.

It was tantamount to a lightning bolt snapping down from the Heavens, smashing with its full and forked effect directly between Nancy's parted thighs.

"UHHHHHHHH," she gasped, her eyes clenching shut behind her sunglasses as the pressure of Shawn's grip overtook her womb.

"You're just dreaming...all this has to be a dream," Nancy tried telling herself, but when she finally opened her eyes, she saw it was all too real.

Seeing Shawn's right arm buried up to the elbow beneath her knee length sundress, Nancy reached her trembling right hand down and wrapped it around the young man's forearm, not to push it away, but to feel his muscles flex as he started to finger the swollen fissure of her already damp pussy. 

Nancy couldn't remember the last time she'd gone panty-less anywhere, much less out on an afternoon drive wearing such a short skirt. After seeing the way Simone had pranced around that day in the hotel without her underwear, and the visceral arousal that came seeing it, Nancy couldn't deny the raw sexuality she felt doing it herself. It hadn't taken Shawn more than a minute or two to gauge the situation before all five of his fingers were spinning in well trained unison through the bubbling cauldron between her legs.

Her sunglasses now tilting across the front of her face, Nancy's feet flailed out to each side of the brake and the accelerator, the soles of her strappy sandals twitching and pumping on the floor mat as Shawn scoured his digits through her rapidly liquefying cunt.

The small shred of decency left in the tempest of Shawn's 22-year-old libido couldn't help but wonder what had come over the decent, conservative and seemingly upstanding Mother of his pregnant Girlfriend, but he quickly shelved addressing any rhyme or reason to the situation when he felt the older woman's vaginal muscles literally trying to squeeze his entire hand up inside her.

"You need to get fucked, don't you?" Shawn leaned in and whispered into Nancy's right ear, raising a clearly defined pattern of goose bumps on the woman's pale white neck.

"Yesssss," she more or less hissed, her voice sounding like air being pressed from a balloon.

By then, several onlookers had caught on to what was happening in that parking space. That was a fact not lost on Shawn as he cast a wry smile through the windshield to several wide-eyed and disbelieving faces. Fondling Nancy's pussy with a clear ease of ownership, her crotch might as well have been skewered on a grappling hook as he wrenched it deeper into her womb. Eventually pinching his thumb and two forefingers around the insanely throbbing nub of Nancy's clitoris, Shawn twisted and tweaked at the raging bundle of nerves until Nancy's feet began to comically stomp on the floorboard of her car.

Fingering the woman off in broad daylight, Shawn watched Nancy's rear end slide steadily lower in her seat, impaling her pussy even harder against his hand as she drenched his fingers with her sweet, sticky arousal. Watching more and more of Nancy's thighs become exposed as she swiveled her backside across the seat, Shawn continued to magically spin his fingers through her sex, his biceps and triceps churning now like a well oiled machine as one piercing gasp after another bled from Nancy's throat. 

The squishing sounds of his fingers cycloning through Nancy's cunt filling the cabin of the car, Shawn subtlety began to jab his right hand forward, fucking the strained and sugary walls of Nancy's vagina as he repeatedly pressed at her clit with the tip of his thumb.

"This is what you wanted me to do?" he leaned in and whispered again, causing Nancy to bob her head up and down so fiercely that her sunglasses toppled clumsily from her ears and nose and dropped straight down to her chest before settling on her lap.

Eventually brushing the sunglasses to the floor between Nancy's spastically twitching feet, Shawn concentrated his full efforts now into prodding her to orgasm. 

"OHGOD..OHHH..GODDDD...OHHH..GOOODDDDDDD," Nancy's voice grew gruff and disjointed as she convulsed in the seat, her entire body now bathed in the midday sun shining brightly overhead.

By then, at least a half dozen people had dropped what they were doing and turned to watch what was happening behind the wheel of the parked car. Within a minute or so, the small compact vehicle started to rock side to side as the man inside forced his hand ruthlessly deep into the shrieking woman. The voyeurs that had the best angles could see Nancy's knees rise up to each side of the steering wheel as she provided clear access to the young man advances. By the time Nancy's screams of release rattled the glass of the car, 20 or more people were standing around in hushed silence, witnessing the genesis of what would be a very twisted relationship.

Pulling his hand free from Nancy's crotch with a messy plop when he was done, Shawn dragged all five of his fingers across the inside of Nancy's right thigh, leaving five distinct trails of the woman's velvet release on her skin as he eased his hand free.

"You still need to get fucked, don't you..you still got plenty of shit built up inside you, don't you?" Shawn prodded, unable to peel his eyes away from just how disheveled the older woman looked with her skirt still hiked up and all her hair askew.




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Too choked up to answer, all Nancy could do was roll her head side to side against the headrest until Shawn took her right hand into his and guided it down to his own crotch. It didn't take long after closing the woman's small hand around the erection protruding the front of his gray athletic shorts for Shawn to get his answer.

"I thought so," he replied, feeling his restrained cock jerk wildly against Nancy's trembling grip.

"Lacy might be home..let's go rent us a room for the rest of the afternoon," Shawn assured more than suggested.

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Despite the dizzying cocoon of shock enveloping Nancy, somehow she'd managed to start the car and steer out towards the interstate, and the cluster of cheap motels waiting there. On the way there, Shawn told her to pull into a gas station so he could get something to drink after playing basketball all morning.

"I probably need a drink too," Nancy thought to herself, "But something a Hell of a lot stiffer than the Gatorade he's probably planning to buy."

Before Shawn could exit the vehicle however, the cold reality of her impending endeavor smacked Nancy across the face.

"..You do have...a....you know...a condom..don't you?" she meekly asked, unable to look at him or herself in the mirror as the question hung in the air.

"No," Shawn laughed. "Really didn't think I would need one this afternoon."

"I only got $3 on me..enough to buy a 40...I gotta take a piss while I'm inside...you gotta go in and buy a pack," he briskly added.

"Oh God," Nancy groaned, pressing her palm flush into her forehead as she contemplated having to walk up to a counter and ask a complete stranger for a pack of rubbers.

The gnawing itch of need between her legs proved to be a difficult nemesis however, and after a couple of pained deep breaths to gather herself, Nancy left the car and as inconspicuously as she could, followed Shawn inside.

Considering the store was so far off Nancy's normal, beaten track, she placed her sunglasses back over her eyes and walked inside the station, somewhat safe in the knowledge no one there would recognize her. She was even relatively certain no one had paid much attention that she and Shawn were even in the same car.

Seeing no one waiting in line, Nancy scurried up to ask the clerk and asked for a package of condoms, Unfortunately, as it is in many places around the country, the man working the register wasn't exactly fluent in English. Not knowing the Arabic word for 'prophylactics' off the top of her head, Nancy was at a loss trying to communicate her embarrassing desire to purchase a pack of the rubbers lining the display a few feet behind the counter.

At some point the clerk made sense of the sheepish woman's request and grabbed, as chance would have it, the most expensive package they had. Just as he sat them down on the counter to ring them up, Shawn appeared from behind and sat his 40oz.bottle of Hurricane down beside the condoms.

By then a line had started to form behind Nancy and she was clearly starting to fidget. Just before she handed the man behind the counter her debit card to pay, Shawn saw a problem and spoke up.

"No....Nah...those ain't gonna work...you gotta get those Magnums up there..these puny things will split in two in five seconds if I tried putting them on," Shawn bluntly offered, just loud enough for everyone in line to hear before he sat his $3 down for his malt liquor and disappeared out the door, leaving Nancy alone with the growing line of patrons. 

"Those..up there..I need those," Nancy croaked, bowing her head for a few seconds to steady herself before weakly pointing in the direction of the row that said XXL.

Nancy could clearly feel the vibe behind her growing more agitated until they all saw the Pakistani clerk finally grab what she needed. A brief but audible chuckle billowed behind her as Nancy's stomach rolled. She didn't even wait to get her receipt after her card was approved. Her normally pale face, shoulders and chest now three shades of red, Nancy exited the store in a blind rush and made a bee-line for her car. From afar it was neat watching the gazes that followed her out, running the gamut from amusement and fascination, to downright intolerance in some cases after seeing who she was buying the protection to use with.

As embarrassing as buying the condoms were for Nancy, checking into the motel a few minutes later wasn't a morally uplifting walk in the park either.

There weren't a lot of reasons for a woman with local tags on her car to be checking into an interstate motel at a little after 3pm on a random weekday afternoon. A fact not lost on the grizzled 70ish man working the counter at the Candlewood Suites. Looking over Nancy's shoulder as she filled out the necessary paperwork, he could clearly see the young black man sitting in the woman's car as she paid for the room. Obviously it wasn't the first time he'd seen such an arrangement, and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Room 137 is down at the end of the first floor on the west wing..its one of the few that housekeeping's been able to get to..checkout time is 11 in the morning," the desk clerk told Nancy as he handed her the passkey.

Giving her a sly but innocuous little nod before returning to some of his paperwork, the old man watched Nancy hurry out the lobby, knowing full well from previous experience she'd be long gone from the room well before sunset that evening, much less 11 the next morning.

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It didn't take Nancy long to appreciate why Shawn had insisted on buying the Magnums. Even though she had seen him in all his glory the day she caught him fucking Lacy in the upstairs bedroom, between the rage and shock she felt, much of the subtle detail of that day became a blur. What she was feeling at that very moment splitting her down the middle however was nothing short of crystal clear.

It was downright scary just how quickly Shawn tore into her as soon as the door to Room 137 closed behind them. Having pretty much maintained his erection since Nancy invited him into her car a half hour or so earlier, once they were in private, the young man wasted no time addressing that singular pressing issue.

Given the fact that Nancy had wantonly drove down to the seedy part of town to look for Shawn, then allowed him to finger her off in the car in broad daylight, the whole time having made the conscious decision not to wear any panties out that day, it was no wonder he was now treating her like a lion would a raw piece of meat.

Kneeling across Shawn's waist, her head facing his feet as he reclined flat on the bed, Nancy grinded her crotch up and down in her reverse cowgirl position. Her sundress remained on but it was scrunched and pulled into a tattered yellowish red ball at the center of her body. The hem of it hiked all the way up to her waist as Shawn repeatedly speared his cock into her quim, the top of the dress had crudely been ripped down revealing both her pale white breasts, each sagging and flailing wildly across her chest every single time the 22 year old stud slammed his groin forward.

The walls of Nancy's vagina felt increasingly like lava, expanding and rolling until the heat spread to every nook and cranny of her writhing body. Situated there on her knees, her hands gripping savagely at each of Shawn's calves as he impaled her from below, Nancy was getting her first taste of the test of endurance she was in for. Considering the force of Shawn's virile upward thrusts, Nancy was sure she would have propelled into the air if it wasn't for the vice grip of his hands securing her waist, as if he was staking his undeniable claim inside her just as he'd done to Nancy's only Daughter for the first time a few months earlier.

Feeling the pool of wetness sloshing in her cunt, it felt as if Shawn had already blown his load inside her. Nancy knew that wasn't the case however having just five minutes earlier placed a condom on his cock with her very own hands.

Shawn had wasted no time forcing Nancy down to her knees once they'd entered the room. Working his gym shorts down as she settled at his feet, Shawn's cock swung free like a meaty club and smacked the white woman right across the forehead as she dizzily tried to grab it. Allowing Nancy to ingest as much of his penis as she could swallow, he smiled seeing her gag reflex kick in before she barely even had a third of it in her mouth.

Stepping out of his shorts and tossing his sweat-soaked tee-shirt aside while Nancy tried in vain to orally accommodate his manhood, once he was completely naked, Shawn leaned back and sat on the edge of the bed. Grabbing one of the sealed condoms from the box of three, Shawn ripped it open with the ease and precision of someone who'd done it plenty. 

"Here you go..put it on," he looked down to Nancy and barked, taking great joy in the way she crawled forward on her knees and took the latex ring between her fingers.

It was clear from Nancy caution and hesitant care that she'd never put protection on a man herself. Using his right hand to tenderly cup the back of Nancy's head as she tried forcing the rolled up cylinder of the rubber down his majestically jutting cock, once he felt it was snug Shawn leaned back and took his place on the center of the bed. Within a few seconds, Nancy had clumsily sprawled each of her knees up on the mattress to join him.

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Even in the short amount of time she'd been on the bed with Shawn, Nancy's senses had become so overwhelmed fucking him, she'd lost count of how many positions he'd put her in. Several were just too much for Nancy to handle considering the length and girth of Shawn manhood, while a few other she tried, she simply wasn't flexible enough. Finally settling on straddling Shawn's crotch with her back to him, Nancy could control (at least in theory) how much of the young man's erection dug into her cunt.

Her own eagerness combined quickly with his unquenched want however, and within minutes Nancy was crazily humping her crotch up and down on Shawn's jack-hammering dagger. Her hands gripped tight around Shawn's outstretched ankles to keep from rocketing straight off the bed, Nancy howled out loud when Shawn brought his open palm down several times with real force on her exposed ass, sending jolts of electricity up her spine as her lily white asscheeks suddenly turned fire engine red.

It was a blessing no one else had rented a room at such an early hour at the motel or they surely would have heard Nancy's wails rattling through the ductwork. The only other time she'd screamed with such volume and urgency was when she'd given birth to Lacy nearly two decades earlier, and in a strange way that was fitting considering she was now in a way giving birth to a 'brand new Nancy' there on that bed. 

Having already came more times than she could count, Nancy's legs eventually turned to mush under Shawn's tireless assault. The room beginning to spin around her, Nancy slowly melted until she came to rest between Shawn's feet, her left cheek flush against the blanket as she tore at the freshly tucked sheets with both hands.

Never slowing down, Shawn propped himself up behind Nancy once he felt her careen forward, creating a perfect angle for the fist shaped head of his penis to pound directly into her spasming g-spot as she whimpered on top of his lap.

Yet another spectacular explosion of orgasmic light enveloping each one of Nancy's billion brain cells, she could instinctively feel the muscles in Shawn's thighs begin to tense as his grip tightened on her behind. She knew he was about to cum.

Even with her head buried between his legs, Nancy could still hear his grunts of release raging through the room. Working her hips in slow savage circles, Nancy seemed intent on milking every last drop of the young man's seed as it spilled and sloshed into the tightly wound Trojan sheath encasing his cock.

By the time it was over, the freshly made bed looked as ravaged as Nancy. She couldn't help but think she'd just expended as much energy in that one romantic interlude with Shawn as she had in all of her other sexual encounters combined. Not that there was anything terribly romantic about what had just happened with her Daughter's boyfriend on that discount motel room bed.

Laying now in a spent heap between Shawn's legs, her sundress looking more like a handkerchief wrapped around her torso, Nancy made no attempt to cover herself as Shawn rested there, finishing the 40 he'd bought at the gas station.

"He's gonna fuck you again....maybe even more than once before we turn the room key back in," Nancy inherently knew, rubbing the sticky remnants of Shawn's semen between her fingers, leftovers from when he made her remove his ravaged condom and cleanse the milky result from his dick with her own mouth several minutes earlier.

"Those five words you said to yourself before all this started..the one's you couldn't bear to repeat..they came true," Nancy thought to herself, any defense mechanism she may have had against her selfish want and lustful desire all but shredded now.

"You wanted what Lacy has," those five words echoed freely inside her head as Shawn's cock started to harden once again along the inside of her thigh......

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Nancy had been right about Shawn's intent to fuck her a couple more times before they left the motel room that night. There were still two sealed condoms left in the package of three and he wasn't about to let them go to waste.

For better or worse, Nancy felt like she'd been thrown down a steep cliff by the time Shawn had finished with her. Wincing each time she steered her car onto a different street as she drove Shawn across town to drop him off at a friend's, Nancy eventually lugged herself home a few minutes after 9 that night.

The juxtaposition was especially weird walking back into her house at that late hour, only to find Lacy waiting there for her. It didn't take her Daughter long to come lumbering down the steps when she heard her Mother walk through the door, and even though Lacy didn't come right out and ask "Where the Hell have you been?", it was clear in the way she seemingly stalked Nancy into the kitchen that her curiosity had been stoked.

Considering the way Lacy had ran around for the better part of the last few months, she did bite her tongue when it came to asking about her Mom's whereabouts, but even at her young age, Lacy could clearly detect the palpable scent of sexual impropriety wafting around her visibly exhausted Mother. There was no way however for Lacy to fathom that Nancy had been shacked up with the same boy that had just made her pregnant.

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In the end, conducting an affair with someone like Shawn wasn't something Nancy was physically or emotionally prepared to endure. Within a week of initiating the liaison with Lacy's boyfriend, Nancy could feel her body, and more importantly her very soul, beginning to fall apart.

Each time Nancy thought about sitting Shawn down and putting an end to their ill-conceived tryst, they would wind up having sex before Nancy could even broach the subject. Having evolved quickly from wasting money on a motel, they'd done it several times at Nancy's house when Lacy had been at school. First on Nancy's bed, then they'd tried it on the living room sofa and on top of her running washing machine. She'd even experienced one of the naughtiest jolts of her life allowing Shawn to plow her for easily an hour straight one afternoon on Lacy's own bed. 

The debauchery just progressed from there. They'd did it quite a few times in Nancy's car, even once behind the dumpster at Denny's. They'd fucked in the changing room at the local JC Penny's, even in a public park during the middle of a beautiful Spring day. The latter having produced one of the most intense orgasms of Nancy's life.

Laying flat on her back on top of a secluded picnic table, shrouded somewhat by a layer of trees and freshly bloomed shrubbery, Nancy could clearly hear the sound of kids playing and cars driving through the park as Shawn fucked her. When she looked to her right and her left, she could also see Mothers pushing baby strollers, joggers and even heard the distant ping of bats meeting baseballs down at the far end of the park. 

To be spread eagle on top of an unforgiving table, naked from the waist down in a public place, Nancy realized right then she wasn't going to be able to stop her affair with Shawn on her own. Her pale legs cinched around his lean, muscular back, Nancy lurched her crotch upwards off the table to meet Shawn's powerful thrusts as the birds sang and the breeze rustled through the leaves above. 

Positioned just right on the table, Nancy could stare straight down and see the majestic length of Shawn's chocolate brown penis sliding in and out of her gaping quim as he crudely massaged his fingers across her flaming clit.

Flopping side to side on top of the table, feeling Shawn expertly stretch her vagina in ways she could never imagine before she met him, Nancy desperately tried holding her screams in as her orgasm began to build. Thankfully Shawn had sensed her dilemma and just before she exploded, he reached down with his left hand and cupped it over her mouth, absorbing the shrill vibrations of her release into his palm instead of allowing Nancy's cries to ricochet for a good square mile around.

Dumping his cum inside Nancy a few seconds later, Shawn could see the look of helpless want in the older woman's spinning eyes as she gripped him tight with her intertwined legs. He could tell on some level she hated what she was doing, but simply couldn't bring herself to stop. He even half expected her to say 'things has to stop' as she was putting her shorts back on a few minutes later, or during their slow silent walk back to her car.

Her brain still too frazzled to process any sort of defiant stance, Nancy meekly followed Shawn along to the parking lot, his seed sloshing inside of her belly with each step, a result of the two giving up the use of condoms a few encounters back.

"There's no way a woman your age could get pregnant..there's just no way," she'd told herself.

The affair with Shawn continued for several more weeks. He'd even introduced Nancy to anal, an experience that left her uncomfortable sitting down or performing some normal bodily functions for quite a few days. Yet with each new twist Shawn provided her with, Nancy fancied herself like a ravenous and starving pet, trying to prove her worth to her new master. 

Just before Nancy lost herself completely in her own depravity however, Lacy saved her Mother the trouble of having to break-up with Shawn.

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It wasn't the first time the allure of a woman trumped the bonds of male friendship.

Having had the fight with Shawn after telling him she was pregnant, Lacy didn't really give it much thought when he didn't return her texts or calls for first few days.

"Just giving him his space," she reasoned.

By the time week one bled into week two without any word from him however, Lacy began to get chaffed. Making her presence felt at several of Shawn's normal haunts, Lacy eventually stumbled across one of his friends that did know where Shawn had been keeping himself.

The guy didn't exactly want to spill his guts, but given Lacy's propensity, and frankly prowess, at giving head, it didn't take long after she dropped down to her knees and spent a good five minutes lathering the guy's cock for him to spill the beans.

To be honest, the guy, apart from busting his nut in a pretty girl's mouth, was also more than a little curious to see how Lacy would react when he told her that her Boyfriend had been fucking her Mom behind her back. Gauging Lacy's reaction as she knelt there, his cum still wet on her lips as his admission sunk in, he eventually took a satisfied step back and stuffed his splurge caked cock back inside his pants.

He half expected the girl to call him a liar, but instead he could see a gleam of recognition twinkle Lacy's distant eyes, as if what he just told her connected several dots in her mind.

That tidbit of shared knowledge helped Lacy make some sense of a discovery she made several days later. Turning the covers of her bed back one afternoon after coming home from class, Lacy planned on taking a nap as she continued processing the news about her Mother and Shawn.

"Maybe that guy was just trying to fuck with my head," she would occasionally tell herself, but when she looked down at the light blue sheets, much to her disgust, Lacy found all the proof she needed.

Several strands of dark blonde hair lined the girl's pillow, a discovery that wouldn't have meant all that much considering Lacy's and Nancy's hair was pretty much the same color. The presence of several small and coarse, curly pubic hairs dotting the center of the bed was another matter entirely.

Having not seen Shawn in weeks, much less inviting him into her bed, Lacy vividly remembered having put those 'clean' sheets on only three or four days earlier. Ripping the sheets off in a fit of rage and throwing them deep into a corner of her closet, Lacy then plunked herself down on the edge of her bare mattress and cried.

Nineteen, pregnant and now dealing with the fact that her own Mom was sleeping with the Father of the child, Lacy sat there allowing the warmth of her tears to stream down her cheeks as she contemplated her options.

"You really ought to go and spread your legs for every single one of his friends..even the guys he doesn't like too," was Lacy's first thought.

As pleasant as they thought was, considering the way he'd freely passed her around to several of them already, she didn't really think doing it would hurt him all that much.

"Maybe you could go and let his Dad nail you a couple of times..just to even the score," was Lacy's next idea, but given the fact Shawn had no clue who his Father was sort of complicated that plan.

Putting her anger towards Shawn on the back burner for awhile, Lacy turned her attention to how she felt about her Mother's lurid indiscretion. She expected to be teaming with seething outrage over what her Mom did, but she just couldn't bring herself to hate her anymore than she already did. Filling with a sense of keen assessment, Lacy understood what Nancy had done was more about the weakness and want inside of her rather than any outward attempt to hurt her Daughter. If anything, maybe it was more jealousy on her Mother's part.

On the other hand, Lacy knew Shawn and her Mom both had to pay, and the longer she sat there on her unmade bed, an idea to possibly kill three birds with one stone eventually germinated inside her head.

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Feeling as if her entire life was spinning on a centrifuge, between the distance she was experiencing with her Daughter and the growing debaucheries descent with Shawn, all Nancy needed was for her car to break down too. Thankfully she still had a free tow on her AAA card, but once she got the estimate from the garage, it felt as if a tornado was preparing to blow a hole through the little bit of savings she'd been able to build up.

Climbing up to the secret place on the top shelf of her closet where she kept her small stash of cash when her car was ready to pick up, Nancy opened the old shoe box where she'd hidden her rainy day fund. The money wasn't there.

"It has to be here," she anxiously told herself, digging quickly through several other boxes just to make sure she hadn't misplaced right one. "I know its here..I just put an extra $50 in it last Friday!"

"It had to be Lacy..she's the only one here," an accusatory voice quickly whispered inside her head.

"No..why would she...she wouldn't..she doesn't even know its here," Nancy muttered her weak and non convincing reply out loud.

"Maybe it was Shawn...no one else has been in the house?" a second voice in her head offered, praying that would be true to maybe give her enough of a backbone to break it off with him.

"But he was never out of your sight long enough to sneak into the closet..and with everything piled up in there the way it is..he would have easily pulled a bunch of other stuff down looking for the right box..it couldn't have been him," she was relatively sure.

"Maybe you're just going crazy," came a third voice, providing as logical of an explanation as any other she could come up with.

Hating to do it but having no other choice, Nancy put the car repairs on one of her nearly maxed credit cards, leaving her to stew on yet another thing as her life gradually unraveled. As with anything spinning out of control, eventually the center can not hold. That moment came one afternoon when Nancy returned home to change clothes for work. Having picked up a second part time job at a retail shop in the mall, she forgot to bring her comfortable shoes to change out of the heels she wore for her day job.

The first thing she noticed when she rounded the bend to head for home was Lacy's car in the driveway when her Daughter should have still been at school. An instant wave of paranoid deja-vu washed through Nancy as she wheeled her car beside Lacy's and stared at the house.

"Not again," she found herself mumbling before finally exiting the car and making the painfully slow walk up to the front door.

Unfortunately, Nancy's worst fears were realized.

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Just as it had the afternoon months earlier when she'd stumbled into the house only to discover Lacy having sex upstairs, the exact same sensation gripped Nancy's senses as she set foot inside the front door. Holding her breath as she listened for the telltale signs, instead of the creaking rhythm of bedsprings, the only thing Nancy heard was the droning hiss of the shower in the second floor bathroom. 

"Maybe Lacy is up there just taking a shower," she tried convincing herself, but one whiff of the air surrounding her tickled something deep at the center of Nancy's primal core.

There was a certain, undeniable electricity in the air as she stood at the base of the steps looking up. Just as she'd done months earlier, Nancy methodically put one foot in front of the other, a blank look enveloping her face as blood boiled inside her brain.

It didn't take long for her to notice the pile of clothes, along with a pair of discarded boots, laying in front of the closed bathroom door once she'd scaled the steps. Nancy knew exactly who was in the shower with her Daughter. Those same boots had laid beside her own bed plenty over the previous month.

From the wisps of steam billowing from beneath the door, Nancy assumed the shower had been running for quite awhile. Standing as still as a statue three feet in front of the door, her hands hanging limply by her side, Nancy's ears absorbed the periodic groans, grunts and shrieks coming from inside. She could even feel the old wooden flooring of the house bend and creak each time someone re-positioned themselves on the other side of the door.

"You know exactly what's going on in there...Shawn boots are out here..you know its Lacy in there with him.....why don't you just turn around and walk back down the steps...get in the car and go for a long drive..we'll deal with this later," the exasperated and drained voice of reason in Nancy's head begged.

"WE'LL DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW," her suddenly unsheathed inner rage rose from the depths of her repressed soul, instantly drowning out the other voices in her head.

"We'll deal with this right now.....we'll deal with this right now," she continued her mantra, each time a little softer and more controlled as she focused her full attention on the door knob in front of her.

If all her senses hadn't been so focused on the door, Nancy may have heard the growing crescendo of sound coming from the other side of it. Instead, the cries of her Daughter's impending orgasm were blanketed out by the whoosh of blood between her ears and the incessant hiss of the shower.

The shower, in fact, had been running for a good 10 minutes before Nancy even pulled up to the house. Shawn had turned it on with the full intention of fucking Lacy under the steaming rush of water, but when she'd propped her naked ass up on the sink and spread her legs for him, he decided to do the deed right there.

Despite the twisted amount of fun he was having nailing the girl's Mom on a regular basis, there was something that kept drawing Shawn back to Lacy. The fact that she was carrying his child also played into that process, but having heard through the grapevine that she was sniffing around with some of his friends, clearly in an attempt to make him jealous, Shawn finally decided to hook back up with her and re-stake his claim. 

Selfishly, Shawn also wanted to enjoy Lacy's body as much as he could before she started to show with the baby. He was doing just that to the 'nenth degree' when the bathroom door suddenly swung open.

For logical reasons, Nancy fully expected the pair to be blissfully unaware behind the shower curtain when she pushed open the door. Her spine instantly turned to Jell-o, and her eyes nearly exploded when she saw Lacy and Shawn locked together on top of the sink.

The knob still clenched in he death grip of her right hand, Nancy found herself in some sort of strange purgatory, unable to turn and walk away, yet unable to move past the threshold of the doorway either.

Shawn seemed equally as stunned. Ceasing his forward thrusts when he looked to his left and saw Nancy standing there, the firm grip he had on Lacy's waist turned rubbery as he locked eyes with the older woman.

Lacy, on the other hand, didn't so much as blink when she looked up through the mist and saw her Mother staring back. Neither did she stop flailing her crotch forward, impaling herself in quick grinding bursts on Shawn's erection.

It seemed to be a 50/50 shot if the old sink was going to withstand the weight of everything on top of it without breaking loose from the wall. Even if it did however, Nancy still got the feeling Lacy was going to finish what she'd started.

"Looks like he's found his way back to me, huh?" was the tenor of Lacy's stare, and the fact that her Mother eyes burned with anger only seemed to embolden the vindictive young girl.

Already on the verge of orgasm before Nancy had peeked in, Lacy brazenly increased the speed of her pelvic thrusts around Shawn's ample prick as he stood there in stunned disbelief.

"UHHH..UHHH..UHHHHH...UHHHHHHHHHH," Lacy gasped, her moans rising clearly over the hum of the shower as she pressed the back of her head against the mirror above the sink, cumming ferociously right there in front of her Mom without once diverting her gaze away from Nancy's glassy stare.

As if waiting for a huge gust of wind to pass, Nancy had to remind herself to breathe as she watched with morbid fascination Lacy's legs flex and flail to each side of Shawn's waist. When the girl's orgasm started to subside and the jiggling swells of her breasts finally stabilized, Nancy cautiously released her grip from the door knob and criss-crossed her hands in a straight jacket pose across her chest.

Being stuck between a feuding Mother and Daughter wasn't exactly how Shawn envisioned this type of scenario playing out. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, and looking as if he was being led into a root canal, Shawn withdrew his cock, clumsily freed himself from the bonds of Lacy's calves, then took his place off to the side.

Expecting the first words out of Nancy's mouth to be laced with venomous hurt, Shawn felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as he watched the older woman's glare narrow as she fixed it straight on her naked Daughter.

A cold wave of, albeit temporary, relief washed through Shawn when he heard Nancy ask Lacy something about taking some money.

"Maybe I can sneak out of here and grab my clothes," Shawn thought to himself, but Nancy was still blocking the door and besides, it wouldn't be long before he was once again drawn into the fray.

"I've never been in this spot before," Shawn chuckled to himself, his hands down to his side as he leaned against the far side wall of the bathroom.

The running shower still spiting behind the curtain, Shawn looked down at his cock, its entire girth saturated with Lacy's vaginal creme and marveled at how it began to inflate and expand once again, as if aroused by the sight of the two women sniping right in front of him.

Spending the next few minutes listening to Nancy and Lacy argue over some stolen money, as well as re-hashing a bunch of unresolved stuff from their past, it wasn't until Nancy asked her Daughter what she'd done with the money that Shawn found himself at the center of the debate.

"You really want to know what I did with it Mom...Really?" Lacy laughed a haunting, almost maniacal, laugh as if daring her to ask.

Between her naked Daughter still perched on the sink, and Shawn's naked and suddenly aroused body standing off to the left, Nancy struggled to find a suitable place to fix her gaze. Allowing it to settle on the shower curtain between the two, against her better judgment Nancy's answered 'yes' to Lacy's dare.




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The words didn't so much as sink into Nancy's eardrums, but stabbed and skewered them cruelly as she winced under the matter of fact tone her Daughter's reply.

As distraught as she was hearing Lacy's answer, it was nothing compared to the black blur of Shawn's body sweeping across her field of vision when he heard what his girlfriend had to say, not to mention the jagged symphony of screams that soon followed.

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Lacy had taken the money from her Mom's closet and used it to have an abortion. While it took Nancy more than a few seconds to start digesting what her Daughter admitted, Shawn's reaction was much quicker.

"A couple of weeks ago when I told you I was pregnant..you wouldn't even claim it as yours....then you go off and start fucking my Mom behind my back..I wasn't about to bring a kid into this fucked up world!!" Lacy spat her vitriol at Shawn, neither taking any notice as Nancy slinked away and started back down the steps.

Feeling as if she'd become a wayward spacecraft breaking apart upon re-entering Earth's atmosphere, Nancy gripped the handrail tight until she was back down in the living room.

Absently searching for her keys, once she found them Nancy walked back out the front door, the echo of the two kids arguing continuing to flare from the upstairs bathroom. 

There was only one person who Nancy knew that had any chance of fixing the shape she was in, and Hell or high water weren't about to stop her. More than anything at that moment, she needed to see Pastor Grady.....

Part 8 coming soon 



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 08



Sitting at his kitchen table, the contents of the following Sunday's sermon slowly coming together on the legal pad in front of him, Pastor Calvin Grady was lost in his creative muse when he was visibly jarred back to reality by the sound of the doorbell.

Pushing his burly body away from the table after placing a bookmark inside his trusty Bible, Calvin lumbered down the hallway, wondering who it could be at that late afternoon hour.

"Wife ain't due home until 8 or so..didn't hear the UPS truck pull up......and those girls I'm seeing know full well not to show up at my house unannounced," he riffled through the options in his head as he made his way to the door.

"Be right there," his soulful, albeit tired, voice boomed to the woman standing in a world of mental distress outside.

Not even straining his sore back to bend over and check the peephole, Calvin opened the door and nearly had to pick his chin up off the floor when he saw the disheveled face of Nancy Grubbs staring back.

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Just as she'd done the first time she caught Lacy and Shawn having sex, Nancy drove like a puffy eyed maniac to the church to see Pastor Grady. Unlike the previous occasion when she'd stumbled upon Calvin fucking Simone in the lounge, this time the church was locked up and sealed tight.

Going back to her car and sitting there for a good 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do next, Nancy decided to drive over to Calvin's house a couple blocks away.

"What if his Wife's there..what if Simone is there..what if ..what if...what if... ," played over and over in Nancy's head as she thought of every reason she should not to go, yet the entire time robotically making the turns leading to his house.

Half expecting Calvin to slam the door in her face when she showed up in such a state of desperation, she stifled her sobs somewhat when he turned and, with every bit of glowing charity and understanding a human could muster, invited her inside.

"Thank You,' she mouthed several times in between dabs at her nose with a tissue, the entire time instinctively checking her surroundings to make sure no one else was there.

"..I ...hope I'm not barging in..you know..at a bad time," she continued. "I ..I just had to see you."

Sensing the otherwise emptiness of the house, Nancy allowed Calvin to tenderly put his arm around her trembling shoulder and lead her to the kitchen.

"Is everything OK Nancy? I know you haven't been to church much lately and you stopped returning my calls ..has something bad happened?" the good Pastor reassuringly asked as he patted her gently on the left shoulder blade.

Safe in the cocoon of Calvin's grace, Nancy settled down enough to start relaying how the previous few months had played out once he'd seated her down at the kitchen table. 

Pulling up a chair right next to her, Calvin sat there and intently listened as Nancy talked about how Lacy became pregnant, and subsequently stole some money to have an abortion. Nancy talked about how things had gotten so bad financially that she'd been forced to pick up a second job, one that prevented her from making it to church on a regular basis.

Her radar up the entire time she conveyed her sob story, Nancy searched Calvin's reaction for any hint that Simone may have told him about what happened between her and the young girl back in that Cleveland hotel room. Seeing no obvious signs that Calvin had any knowledge about the events that weekend, she took a deep breath and continued on.

Nancy did make a point of not mentioning anything about how she'd been fucking Lacy's boyfriend behind the girl's back, and how Lacy's discovery of that little nugget played into how the events of the past hour unfolded.

While Calvin would have never guessed someone of such a conservative nature as Nancy would be capable of that type of hideous indiscretion and violation of maternal trust, he did sense she was leaving out a few bits and pieces of her narrative as she whimpered beside him.

Tilting her head up once she'd finished bearing her soul, Nancy could have melted right there in her seat when she stared straight into Calvin's comforting eyes. Feeling him nudge her reassuringly on the arm, Nancy dabbed at her reddened and swollen eyes as the silence of the empty house swirled around them.

Focusing his gaze past the facade of Nancy's gaunt face, Pastor Grady detected the traces of something inside her he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The silence growing more awkward by the second, Calvin didn't want to outright push Nancy away but he grew more uneasy with each breath he took, not exactly liking the glare in Nancy's eyes as she stared a hole through him. Standing up in an attempt to pull himself free, Calvin visibly began showing some frustration when Nancy refused to disengage and pulled herself up to join him.

"My Wife's off visiting some relatives..but she's due back around 8," Calvin looked up at the clock on the wall and tried to communicate the pending urgency of the situation.

"You don't have any qualms when you're out fucking one of your other whores," Nancy thought bitterly to herself, "Yet you're trying to rush me out of here..someone with a legitimate issue who needs your guidance.....some fucking Man of God you are!"

"..I think you and Lacy...I think you two should come to the service Sunday...there might be a few things..in the sermon ...that could help...maybe we could get together and talk afterwards...," Calvin continued with his blabbering spiel, but Nancy wouldn't so much as blink.

A minute or so more passed when Nancy appeared to finally start pulling away.

"Thank ..You ...Jesus," Calvin started to sigh before he realized she wasn't exactly inching backwards. Instead, Nancy Grubbs was dropping straight down to her knees in front of him.

"...Nancy...what are you doing?" Calvin chuckled nervously as he twisted his hips side to side.

Feeling Nancy's left hand snake around the back of his right knee, Calvin's breath caught in his throat when he finally realized what she was about to do.

"...Please Nancy...don't....you don't....," Calvin once again started to urge before he saw her right hand come to rest on the zipper of his slacks.

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The Nancy that had inhabited her skin up until the previous few months would have never attempted such a brazen act. She may have thought about it when she'd been in bed late at night all alone, but never would she have fathomed doing something like that during the light of day, much less in a married preacher's kitchen when his Wife was due home at any moment. 

Whatever it was that had tripped inside her had caused such a fundamental change in Nancy's soul that she didn't so much as think twice when she unzipped Calvin's pants and sunk her fingers inside.

Pulling the fat slab of Calvin's half limp penis free from his fly, Nancy paused for just a second, forced to acknowledge it actually bigger un-aroused than her Ex-Husband's was fully erect. Wasting no time, Nancy stuffed the chocolate brown log into her mouth and closed her lips tight around it. 

Feeling Pastor Grady's knees buckle and tap against the front of her breasts the instant she started to swirl her tongue around the spongy head of his awakened manhood, Nancy clenched her right hand tight around its vein laced base and immediately began jamming the shaft down her throat.

"Oh God Nancy..what the hell are you doing?" the Pastor cringed with a mixture of anger, arousal and confused disbelief.

Having no way of knowing what sort of emotional virus had overtaken Nancy, Calvin sensed the quicker her could get this serendipitous interlude over, the better. Deciding not to fight it, Calvin took a deep breath then placed both his hands down on the top of Nancy's head, holding her by the hair as he began ramming his crotch forward, giving the white woman on the floor exactly what she wanted.

What Nancy wasn't quite prepared for was the mouthful of flesh that was about to weigh down her palate. It almost felt like Calvin's penis was attached to a service station air hose as it expanded in her mouth, the base of it thickening in her right hand until she could no longer touch her fingertips together. The strain was also evident on her lips as they wrapped around the inflating shank, stretching comically into a gaping oval as her eyes began to bulge in their sockets.

Gripping her left hand tight around the back of Calvin's right leg, Nancy's used her right to briskly pump his now throbbing dick in and out of her mouth, displaying every bit of the lustful urgency that had been building inside her since the first day she met the man.

It wasn't until Nancy's mouth was chalk full of Calvin's fully erect penis that it dawned on her just what he was capable of when fully aroused. Her mind drifting back to the evening when she'd stumbled upon him having sex with Simone, a series of jolts rippled down Nancy's spine remembering just how ruthless he'd been with the young girl once he'd dug in.

Perched on her knees with no recourse but to wrap her hands tight around the back of Calvin's trunk-like legs, Nancy held on for dear life as the Pastor began to rhythmically fuck her face. A burst of air whooshing from her nostrils each time Calvin's cock collided with the back of her throat, Nancy could feel the coarse wisps of several of his pubes tickling her nose and chin as he gripped his hands tight around the bowl of her scalp.

Watching the second hand of the clock on the wall tick away, Calvin knew his Wife was probably on the road by now. Knowing he had to expedite the process, Calvin viciously began hurling his crotch forward, giving Nancy substantially more than she bargained for when she originally dropped down to her knees. Keeping his hands tight against the top of her head, Calvin made sure he maintained a clear view of Nancy's face, desperate to commit her expression to memory as she lurched and swayed at his feet.

Sliding his thumbs lower, Calvin massaged each of Nancy's temples in slow, soothing circles as he fed her his bulging cock. The friction and urgency of the situation building quickly, within two minutes he was blowing his load down Nancy's burning throat.

Getting exactly what she'd came to the preacher's house for, it was clear Nancy had bitten off more than she could chew. His grip still tight on her head, Nancy knelt there struggling desperately to accommodate the rolling tide of his rich, frothy seed. 

Wedging his dick snug between her gaping lips, Calvin essentially used it like a cork to keep his cum safe in Nancy's mouth as she hurriedly tried to swallow every single ounce of it. When he finally did slide his cum-smeared cock free from the slippery sheath of Nancy's lips and allowed it to slip down her greasy chin, Calvin grinned in sick amazement when a huge cum-bubble popped in her mouth the first time she exhaled.

Holding his stance above Nancy as she rubbed at her raw throat, Calvin casually stuffed his freshly sucked girth back into his pants before zipping them up. Waiting for Nancy's eyes to creep open, when they finally did, Calvin made a point of staring deep into the pit of her soul. What he saw fascinated him to no end.

Helping the rubbery legged woman to her feet, Calvin offered Nancy something to drink before ushering her to the door.

"Now don't forget..I want to see you and Lacy at church for Sunday services...I want both of you sitting in the front row," Pastor Grady said with an air of friendly invitation, as if the previous 10 minutes had never happened.

And sure enough, Mother and Daughter were sitting right there a few days later when Calvin came out to start his sermon. 

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Getting Lacy to church that morning hadn't been easy. Just being able to sit in the same car without clawing each other's eyes out had been a miracle for the two. The detente, albeit tedious, held long enough for Nancy to get the girl there by 10 am for the start of services.

For his part, Calvin was impressed. He got the sense from the way he'd parted with Nancy at his house that she was going to show up no matter what. The sight of Nancy sitting there with the youthful carbon copy of her Daughter right beside her filled Pastor Grady with a sense of accomplishment, not to mention a touch of untapped potential.

Soulfully diving into his fire and brimstone routine, Calvin occasionally looked out over the audience and could see six separate women that he'd had relations with since they'd joined the church. The two women sitting directly in front of him however seemed to stoke something inside Calvin that he hadn't felt in a long, long time.

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The meeting in the lounge after the services between Pastor Grady and the two women had been a brief and friendly encounter. Calvin thanked Nancy and Lacy for taking the time to come, paying special attention to impart some kind words of gratitude towards Lacy since it was her first time coming to church.

Nancy couldn't help feeling somewhat unnerved standing there in the lounge having secretly watched Calvin fuck the daylights out of Simone months earlier in basically the same spot where she was now standing. Maybe it was just the acid-stained memory of that afternoon, but for the briefest of seconds, Nancy swore she could see a glimmer of something unsettling in the preacher's stare as he addressed Lacy.

By the time Nancy blinked, that look she thought she'd saw was gone from Calvin's eyes, and it wasn't long before the throng of other well-wishers there to show sort of their appreciation for the sermon overwhelmed Nancy and her Daughter.

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Nancy had been right about the shimmer of something unseemly in Pastor Grady's stare. She was at work however, completely oblivious when that shimmer bore fruit.

The knock at the door came less than 10 minutes after she'd returned home from school. Halfway up the steps to take a much needed shower, Lacy decided against her better judgment to turn around and see who it was.

Having allowed her car insurance to go unpaid, Lacy was without wheels, so the days she couldn't land a ride she was forced to walk the two miles or so back and forth from school. Considering how she'd burned her bridges with Shawn and all of his friends, not to mention burning them with pretty much everyone else she'd encountered over the past few months, those days of hoofing it to class became increasingly frequent.

When she opened the door, Pastor Grady was standing on the porch, smiling his warm and captivating smile.

"Oh..Hi..Uhhh....Mom's not here right now..she probably wont be home until a little after 6...do you need her for something?" the young girl asked as she hide herself behind the partially open door.

"Actually Lacy......I stopped by to see you," Calvin took a step forward and nodded.

"What do you mean....to see me?" Lacy's voice quivered ever so slightly, turning sideways behind the door as if to shield herself from Calvin's piercing stare.

"I just think you and I need to have a little talk..that's all," he replied, knowing he could walk right in at any moment and she'd be powerless to stop him.

Sighing as she rolled her eyes, Lacy opened the door and took a noticeable step back when Pastor Grady lumbered inside. Absently offering him a spot in the living room, Lacy felt a layer of goosebumps well across her upper arms and chest as she tried to gauge the preacher's intentions.

"Your Mom is a sweet lady, Lacy," Calvin smiled, grazing his fingertips across the pile of magazines lining the coffee table before he took a seat on the center of the sofa.

"I guess you probably don't appreciate that right now," he continued, folding his 10 fingers into the shape of a steeple as he simultaneously tried putting the young girl at ease, and on edge. 

"Mothers and Daughters have been fighting like you two since the dawn of time..it's only natural," Calvin voice trailed away inside Lacy's head as she wondered to herself "Why in the Hell he'd come to butt into her and her Mom's private business."

An expression of growing irritation spreading across the otherwise blank canvas of Lacy's face, she folded her arms and coiled visibly in disgust as Calvin continued addressing her.

"It seems to me you've been putting your Mom through a lot more than she really deserves the last few weeks, Lacy..that's why I came over...," Calvin continued on before Lacy suddenly interrupted, her pent-up voice crashing through the room like a Molotov Cocktail hitting a wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she screamed. "None of this is any of your business!!"

"Let me guess..You're fucking her too?" she snidely added an instant later.

"I think you really need to sit down with your Mom, Lacy, and apologize to her," Calvin picked back up, his words just as calm and well said as they had been before the teenage girl's initial outburst.

"I think you need to mind you own fucking business," Lacy spat in kind.

"I think I'm making this my business," the pastor matter-of-factly uttered as he stood back up and stepped around the coffee table.

Stunned, and a little more than taken aback by the hulking man's physical stature and air of authority, Lacy could do little more than freeze in place as Calvin approached from her right.

The words, "Don't you even think about putting your hands on me," bubbled onto Lacy's tongue but she never got the chance to utter them before Calvin's left hand closed like a vice around her right bicep.

A quick shriek bristled from Lacy's throat as she tried in vain to twist her arm away from the older man's grip. Realizing her efforts were useless, she just stood there glaring incredulously at him.

"I tried to do this the nice, polite way Lacy, but you won't listen. This lack of respect you have for people isn't going to get you anywhere in life...if you'd treat your own Mother the way you have....you wont have any regard for anyone," Calvin's voice came across as if he was some sort of moral executioner sent to carry out a sentence.

"You don't even know my Mom, you Sonofabitch," came Lacy's bitter rebuff as the pressure of Calvin's grip began to quell the flow of blood through her arm. "She's the one that needs this..not me!" 

Hearing none of it, Calvin effortlessly pulled Lacy towards him before sitting down on the beat-up recliner behind him, in the process forcing the young girl down on his lap.

"Evidently your Daddy didn't do this when you were young enough for it to make a difference..I don't spare the rod," Calvin growled, that aire of calmness he'd shown now replaced by one of a cruel and focused disciplinarian.

"You aint my Daddy!!" Lacy snarked defiantly as she felt the much stronger man take her over his knee.

"I WILL BE," Calvin wasted no time taunting before raising his right hand high in the air then bringing it down in one fell swoop on the backside of Lacy's tight black leggings.

A visible wave churned through Lacy's upper body the moment Calvin's bare hand came down on her ass. Her back wrenching as she kicked her feet out, Lacy's hands clenched around the armrest of the chair as she absorbed the force of the blow. It took everything she had, but Lacy didn't make a sound. 

All that anger brewing in the cauldron of her gut, Lacy prepared to kick her right leg forward in hopes of knocking Pastor Grady out. Before she could uncoil her muscles however, Calvin raised his hand and brought it down a second time, even more forcefully than the first.

This time Lacy did scream "OOUCCH" before freezing in place on top of Calvin's sturdy thighs.

"Much better not to fight it," he offered, sensing Lacy's psychological retreat.

Turning her head and training her gaze straight into Calvin's eyes, a tangible sea change had come over the 19 year old girl. Not the one he was expecting however.




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"Hit me again you piece of shit," Lacy spat coldly, her voice more urging than it was daring him to do it.

Calvin wasted no time complying with her wishes, only this time Lacy didn't so much as blink or flinch when he brought the meaty expanse of his huge hand down for a third time.

"Pull my pants down if you want..maybe you think you can make it hurt more that way," she offered without hesitation.

"I bet your hand is starting to tingle," this time it was Lacy taunting. "We'll see who gives out first...You wanted to be a big man...Pull my pants down and smack my ass!!"

Unable to stop himself, Calvin did just that. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of Lacy's black tights, the older man jerked the backside of the leggings over her hips until he looked down and saw nothing but the girl's thong skimming the crack of her quickly reddening behind.

At that moment Pastor Calvin Grady had no clue his fate had already been sealed.

A sobering twinkle of demonic want filling Calvin's intensely focused eyes, the large man gouged his fingers between Lacy's thighs and stirred them through the simmering juices of her cunt until they were completely drenched. Tracing them back up to the girl's rear end, Calvin used those secretions to paint what in essence was a target on the already inflamed left cheek of her ass.

Within seconds Pastor Grady raised his hand again in vengeance and brought it down with a solid WHOPP.

"OUUCCHHH.....AHHHHHHEEEEAAHHH," Lacy cried out then cackled a haunting laugh when the afterglow of Calvin's open palm sizzled up her spine.

"Don't just leave my panties on..you want it all..take it," she turned her head and growled at the man holding her in place.

Propping herself up slightly in an effort to help the seething preacher do just that, Lacy quickly realized Calvin didn't need any assistance. Instead of rolling her thong over her hips and down her thighs, Calvin simply dug his hands around the sheer, flimsy material, muscled up, then ripped the fabric apart until the frayed remnants dropped harmlessly between his feet.

The old chair straining beneath Calvin and Lacy's combined weight, the preacher brimmed with anticipation seeing the way the young girl was draped across his lap. Preparing to raise his hand and spank her again, this time Calvin noticed Lacy extending her right hand towards his crotch.

Bringing his palm down for the half dozenth time, Calvin twisted then jerked straight up when Lacy closed her hand around his cock through his pants the instant his hand collided with her backside. Suddenly, Calvin sensed the stakes had been raised. Her fingers kneading at the rapidly inflating presence inside his slacks, Lacy squeezed at it that harder each time Calvin delivered another harsh blow.

"I'm gonna pull your dick out and you're gonna fuck me with it," Lacy leaned back and told Calvin through gritted teeth as her pussy creamed all over his right knee.

The older black man sat back and nodded, blindly trying to fumble for the zipper of his pants before Lacy corralled her fingers around it first.

"Holy..Fucking...God.....SHIT," the teenage girl mouthed when she finally managed to pull Calvin's fully aroused cock free.

"The damn thing is as big around as a beer can," she thought with amazement, but after a brief moment of trepidation, Lacy decided to soldier on. 

"I know you've fucked plenty of the girls at the church, and plenty of the old ladies too...My Mom being the most recent I'm guessing....I bet none of them have ever let you take them up the ass with this thing, have they?" Lacy playfully taunted, holding the trunk like base of Pastor Grady's frighteningly thick manhood tight in her grip as she made her point.

"I'll let you fuck my pussy anytime," she continued with brazen affect. "Right now I want you to shove as much of this thing up my ass as you can until you cum..I don't care if you make me cry..or make me beg you to stop....don't stop until you've got your nut!"

Slithering her half naked body off Calvin's lap, Lacy quickly made her way over to the sofa and laid down on her chest, peeking over her shoulder once she was set as the older man prepared to follow.

Unsnapping his pants and hurriedly pushing them down as he stood up, Calvin pawed anxiously at his bobbing girth as he bore down on Nancy Grubb's prone Daughter.

Lacy had been exactly right in her previous assessment. None of the girls or women he'd been fooling around with had been brave or crazy enough to withstand him taking them anally. While Simone had probably given it the best shot, she'd even cried and tapped out before Calvin could get a third of his massive shaft inside her.

Digging his right hand deep between Lacy's milky white thighs, Calvin scooped up a healthy dose of the girl's vaginal dew before pulling it free. Using the moisture to lather the upper half of his cock, Calvin quickly splashed his hand back down inside the girl's quim and used the second dose of natural lubricant to prime the gates of Lacy's anal rim. Repeating the process several times with Lacy's seemingly non-stop flow of arousal, Calvin finally nudged his knee down to the sofa between the girl's outstretched legs and situated the head of his dick directly above her waiting anus.

Considering his substantial weight, not to mention the rigidity of his seething cock, Calvin could have probably just rammed straight down and embedded himself all the way inside Lacy's rear end. In such a heightened state of arousal, Calvin prayed he could wedge his monstrous manhood home before he shot his wad prematurely. Bracing his left hand across the back of Lacy's neck to secure her in place, Calvin guided his cock lower with his right until the spongy head of the anvil shaped beast pressed into the teenage girl's puckered asshole.

An immediate groan of shock and discomfort wailed from Lacy's throat, and just for an instant Calvin thought she was gonna beg out, but after a momentary pause to bite her lower lip and re-position herself on the sofa, the young girl spread her thighs apart even further and hunched her ass upwards as if to say "Give me more!"

Twisting his fingers into Lacy's dark blonde hair when his dick was firmly entrenched inside her rectum, Pastor Grady raised his right knee and placed it on the outside of Lacy's, giving himself free reign to press his crotch all the way down on top of her behind.

Crying out each time Calvin shoved another inch of his cock into her ass, all 10 of Lacy's toes visibly flexed, and her feet pounded the sofa cushions like drums as she writhed beneath the dominating man's presence.

"FUCK," she would shriek periodically, as if venting steam before urging Calvin on once again. 

While Lacy wasn't exactly a novice at taking anal, she'd never been confronted with something as daunting as what Calvin had to offer. Her boyfriend Shawn probably had an inch or two of length on the older man, but the Pastor's girth was easily an inch or two more in circumference. The added bulk made all the difference in the world as the young girl laid there on her belly, fighting with every fiber of her being to accept what she'd so openly begged for. 

"Never had a girl take that much, huh'" Lacy teased defiantly up to Calvin, her face flush and her eyes watering as she made fists into the fabric of the sofa, struggling mightily to withstand the pressure of the Pastor's cruel penetration.

Looking down at his prick as it steadily disappeared between Lacy's milky white asscheeks, Calvin couldn't help but think of a 4 lane superhighway suddenly being condensed down to an overcrowded one lane road. Seeing Lacy jerk her left hand beneath her body, Calvin knew she'd been forced to manually quell the fire raging inside her pussy as he sped up his momentum.

The sound of Lacy's fingers splashing through her cunt filling the living room, Calvin could picture the wet spot beneath her crotch growing with each passing second. Knowing he couldn't last much longer inside her, Calvin reached out with both hands and grabbed both of Lacy's feet, wenching them up to each side of his waist, in the process causing her belly to lift off the sofa, and for every bit of his manhood as humanly possible to plunge it's way inside her gaping ass.

"OH JESUS...OH GOD," Lacy grimaced over and over, the sound of her fingers swirling through her pussy mingling with the suction of Calvin's cock burrowing through her ass to create a majestic symphony of hedonistic bliss.

The back of the sofa banging into the wall each time Calvin plowed forward, the preacher gripped Lacy's ankles tight as she twisted her head side to side below. 

Feeling his cum start to boil inside his sweaty and swinging balls, Calvin crashed his full weight down until is stomach was resting on Lacy's lower back.

A loud groan gurgled from Lacy's throat, but she never stopped rutting her behind upwards against the Pastor's vicious assault, while at the same time continuing to frig her own drenched fingers through her swollen cunt.

"UURRGGGHHHHHHH....UURRGGHHHHHH," Calvin finally gurgled like a gratified wild animal, his cum shooting like scalding paste from his cock and bathing the inner walls of Lacy's churning rectum.

Closing his eyes to absorb the ferocity of his virile release, when he finally opened them, Calvin was just in time to see Lacy jilling herself over the edge as well.

Her anus stuffed full of the preacher's cum-glazed spear, Lacy bucked and kicked like an untamed colt beneath Calvin's massive body but he never once let go of her feet, literally allowing himself to absorb every bit of expended energy from the young girl's release until she was whimpering husk of satisfied flesh below.

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Having been a preacher for well over a decade at the same church, it had been a miracle that Calvin Grady's philandering ways had never come to the surface considering he pretty much started them from day one. There were times he would stare out over his congregation on a Sunday and see the faces of six or seven women he was involved with on some level. The fact that he could keep that many women in check, along with a Wife, spoke to his organizational skills and powers of persuasion. 

Usually he was in total control of everything he did, but the interlude with Lacy Grubbs was the first time in a very long time he acted out of sheer instinct. While the interlude was undeniably amazing, the more Calvin thought about it, the more he worried that she may be someone he couldn't control. Yet, he still felt a overriding urge to try and break the girl and had fucked her several times since.

Considering the amount of women he'd had on a string at one time or another, it was amazing the ladies with loose sets of one type of lips, didn't succumb to the loose sets of the other.

All that changed one afternoon a few weeks later when Calvin was fucking young Simone in his church office.....

Chapter 9 to come



Nancy's Inferno Ch. 09



Her back flat on Pastor Grady's small, cluttered office desk, 19 year old Simone Dobbins had her legs draped over the preacher's massive shoulders as she hurled her cunt forward against the jutting girth of his huge cock. It wouldn't be long before the third orgasm of the afternoon was washing through Simone's lithe and nubile young body.

"OHHH..SSSHHHHIITTTT," she would cry at the top of her lungs, safe in the knowledge they were the only two in the church at that time of the morning.

Eventually Calvin would cum inside the vacuum seal of her womb and the odd pairing would rest for several seconds before rising to get dressed. During their post-coital small talk, Simone broached something that had been on her mind for awhile. Something that caused Calvin to sit down before he'd even put his pants back on.

"I know you're sleeping with Lacy Grubbs.....and probably fucking her Mom too," Simone offered with such matter-of-factness that Calvin didn't have any room to try denying it.

"Is she trying to blackmail me somehow with this?" was Calvin's initial reaction, but there wasn't a hint of anger at all in Simone's accusation, just stone cold bluntness.

"Yeah..I've fooled around with Lacy a couple of times," Calvin admitted, his eyes trained intently on Simone's as he tried discerning her intentions. "I haven't had sex with Nancy, per se.....she came over to the house one afternoon when my Wife was gone. Had a very odd encounter with her..one Monica Lewinsky would be proud of....but that's it."

A stoic look of thought seeping into her chestnut colored eyes she tugged her tee-shirt back over her head, Simone rolled her tongue across her lips and let out an ironic chuckle.

"You're fucking Lacy when her Mom's the real freak," she said.

"...WHAT.....?" Calvin's head jerked when he heard Simone accusation.

"Remember that weekend we went to that conference in Cleveland," Simone offered, seeing a look of glazed curiosity dripping from the jowls of the older man's face as he nodded.

"Well..let's just put it this way.....I've been a little further with Ms. Grubbs than you have," Simone chuckled as she eased up to the front of Calvin's desk and took a seat on the same, still warm, spot he'd just fucked her on.

"You ...and her....had sex in the room?" Calvin gasped like an enthralled schoolboy, still not sure whether to believe her.

"Yep....we had a little go around in the bathroom one morning..then she was waiting up when I came back from your room later that night after we went out for dinner..I think she wanted you bad back then...guess she settled for the next best thing," Simone flirtatiously prodded.

Scratching his fingers across the razor stubble on his chin, Calvin gazed up at Simone sitting in front of him, a million different images and possibilities swirling through his suddenly stimulated mind.

Spinning several yarns over potential ways they might be able to incorporate Nancy into their sordid sexual fun, Calvin and Simone finally settled on a plot so erotic they had to undo each other's clothes and fuck once more in his office as they contemplated the possibilities.

A few days later Calvin called Nancy, wanting to talk about what happened in his kitchen during her visit a few weeks earlier. Understandably, Nancy was apprehensive about discussing that day, but between Calvin's empathetic tone, his obvious interest and her own lurid, internal want, Nancy found herself agreeing to meet him at a motel a few counties over.

The brief interlude at Calvin's house was nothing compared to the workout he put her through in the motel room the following afternoon. Through it all, each time Pastor Grady pushed Nancy up to the point of release, he would cruelly pull her back, not allowing her to cum until he was benevolent enough to allow it.

It was clear the instant he first penetrated Nancy that she'd been hankering to fuck him for a very long time. Seeing the look of joy and accomplishment wash across her face as he began building his rhythm inside her, Calvin could tell from the anxiousness of her vaginal muscles squeezing around his cock that she was desperate to feel his seed.

Pulling back every few seconds to keep from blowing his load too soon, another more devious idea crept into Calvin's head. Kneeling above Nancy with her legs wrapped like trembling vines around his back, Calvin positioned his crotch directly over top of hers and pounded it straight down until it was clear from the glorious strain on her face she was about to cum. Sensing the white woman had an extremely sensitive trigger, Calvin pulled back just before sending her tumbling past the point of no return.

Repeating the process several times, Pastor Grady could see the Nancy's frustration grow each time he denied her release. Resuming his blistering pace once he'd allowed Nancy's nerves to settle, Calvin filled with a clear sense of dominance as he looked her straight in her eyes, knowing he now controlled her body and everything inside of it.

"GOD.....CALVIN .......PLEASSSSE..PLEASE LET ME CUM," Nancy begged after the 4th time he took her right up to the edge before cruelly pulling her back.

"Don't worry, Baby," Calvin assured, telling her he knew how long she must have wanted this and how he planned on helping her build up to the biggest orgasm of her life.

Leaning down onto his side, Calvin pulled Nancy close and resumed his vicious thrusts as they laid side by side, Wrapping his arms tight around Nancy's back to hold her in place, Calvin could feel the woman's breasts jiggling wildly against his chest as he relentlessly pounded her.

Once again however, just as Nancy was beginning to scream she was cumming, Calvin stopped cold and told her 'not yet'. By then, tears of crazed deprivation were seeping from the Nancy's dazed eyes as she tried to put her hand down to her crotch to quell the savage burn.

"Don't touch," he told Nancy in no uncertain terms before taking both her hands into his and forcing them above her head.

Holding her in that awkward position, Calvin hunched forward and resumed his plowing assault. Using the meat hook of his right hand to keep both of Nancy's hands trapped above her head, Calvin slid his left down and gently brushed the hair away from her sweaty brow as he continued to incessantly ravage her.

"Please fuck me....please let me cum," she whimpered across to him as he savagely stretched her womb.

"I will," Calvin promised her before slowing his thrusts once again, leaving her nothing but basically jelly in his arms.

" I will....But you have to tell me something, Nancy...," he said before slowly re-building his momentum inside her screaming vagina.

"What?" Nancy gasped, pressing her forehead against Calvin's barrel chest out of sheer overload.

Stretching Nancy's pussy with slow, methodical stabs, Calvin eased his mouth down to her ear and asked Nancy if she'd had sex with Simone.

Calvin could feel Nancy's body tense and quiver as his lurid accusation burrowed into her brain, but she didn't say a word.

"I know you did," he told her, increasing the depth and urgency of his thrusts, but not to the point where he couldn't pull back anytime he wanted.

"Don't lie to me," he added.

"And I know you enjoyed it...she said you came more times than you could count," he continued to mock into Nancy's ear as the bedsprings below began to creak under the steady strain.

"I bet it was your first time with a woman," he topped it off for good measure."WAS IT?"

"Yes," Nancy finally admitted when Calvin squeezed his sausage-like fingers around her inflamed clitoris and buried his cock as far as he could into her.

Feeling Nancy's tear-soaked face pressed against his pecs, Calvin guided his left hand around the heaving woman's behind and pulled her groin snug to his. Then he let her have it with full and unrestrained fury.

Ramming his cock forward for nearly a minute and a half straight with no let up, Calvin whispered, 'You want to cum?" over and over into Nancy's ear, each time feeling her mouth the word 'yes' against his chest as she crumpled beside him.

Feeling his own orgasm rising like an angry tide inside his balls, Calvin continued his lurid interrogation.

"Do you want to fuck her again?" he asked, gripping her ass tight with one hand while he continued to hold her hands above her head with the other.

"What do you say Nancy..she wants to fuck you again...do you want her.....do you want Simone to fuck you again?" Pastor Grady peppered her as he watched her orgasm eventually tear like wildfire through her body.

"YYYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.. GGGAAAWWWDDDD.... YYEESSSSSSSSSS," Nancy cried out from the depths of her tortured soul, unclear if her scream was meant as an answer to Calvin's lewd query, or simply an involuntary reaction to everything exploding inside her.

Her legs locked in a death grip around Calvin's waist, when the hulking man finally let her hands go, they instantly wrapped tight around his mighty shoulders as he proceeded to shoot wad after wad of his glorious cum hard against the back wall of her cervix.

When he pulled back and committed the look on Nancy's slick and glistening face to memory, he knew at that moment he could ask anything in the world of her and she would be powerless to say 'no'.

Swirling his dick inside her a few more times before finally pulling out, Calvin planted a loving kiss on the top of the Nancy's head as he eased the battle-worn length of his drenched manhood free.

Smiling as she slid down the bed and took his spent cock into her mouth, Calvin watched as Nancy cleansed it of their combined lust, the entire time contemplating the plan Simone had broached a few days earlier.

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Simone was pleased to hear of Calvin's progress. Even though it was a lot to ask of a him, she told Calvin it would be good to keep Lacy Grubbs on a string while he was fucking her Mother as well over the next few weeks.

Staring out over the congregation over the next few Sundays proved to be quite a rush giving his sermon, knowing those two women sitting side by side in the front row had no clue he was currently having sex with the other. The rendezvous with Lacy usually took place in his custom van out in a rural part of the county, well away from where anyone might see them together. With Nancy, usually the two met at the same motel where they first consummated their relationship except for the one time they did it in the church lounge, the same church lounge where Nancy had secretly watched Calvin ravage Simone all those months earlier, in essence allowing her to privately live out the fantasy she'd fixated over for a very long time.

Despite her overwhelming sense of jealousy, having had all those secret buttons pushed that she'd kept so concealed over the years, Nancy eventually made the gut-wrenching decision to let Calvin bring Simone in for a threesome.

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Once in the light of day, having agreed to something so illicit with Calvin and Simone, Nancy instantly started to fill with a sense of trepidation and guilt as she mentally went through the extensive list of potential complications.

Nancy could barely even keep her head up the next Sunday at church, worried that everyone there could see through her veneer of decency. When she saw Simone in the crowd, Nancy did about die wondering if Calvin had told her yet about his planned carnal escapade. Little did Nancy know the threesome was, in fact, Simone's idea the entire time, but stealing a glimpse at the girl each chance she got during that Sunday service, Nancy couldn't see a hint of anything unusual in young girl's demeanor.

Nancy really felt her guilt swell even more when she turned on one occasion and saw Simone talking to her Mom in the crowd. Nancy had met Mrs. Dobbins several times, and couldn't fathom how that sweet lady would handle it if she found out about her Daughter's sexual proclivities.

"Hopefully better than you handled finding out about Lacy's," she told herself.

Letting Nancy stew in her juices for a few weeks, Calvin showered her with attention like she hadn't seen since her Husband was trying to win her hand an entire lifetime ago. Nancy even started to notice other women in the church staring at her and sizing her up, as if they'd somehow picked up a sixth sense that something was going on between Nancy and the Pastor. She knew they had done a great job covering their tracks, but between the gossipy nature of the demographic they were dealing with, and the fact that it was a relatively small town, Nancy knew at some point the 'secret' about her and Calvin could come out, which only added to the taboo of what they were doing.

Nancy was starting to think Calvin may have forgotten about how she'd agreed in the heat of passion about being open to a tryst with Simone if Calvin could talk her into joining them. In a loveless marriage, Calvin had done a masterful job convincing Nancy that his affair with Simone was simply a weak moment of mid-life crisis, one where he fell victim to the temptations of a much younger and persistent young girl who'd thrown herself at him. Every move he'd made since consummating the relationship with Nancy spoke to seeing her as 'his equal', someone he could build a future with if he ever did leave his Wife.

Nancy, sadly, ate it all up. So when Calvin brought back up the potential of a possible get-together between Nancy and Simone, Nancy bit the bullet and told him it would be something she'd be willing to try.

It was clear the brief interaction she'd had with Simone had opened up some doors for Nancy, but more than anything, she saw this perhaps as an opportunity to show Calvin she could be the 'lady in the street' and 'freak in the sheets' that she knew she'd have to be if she wanted to hold on to him. Knowing Calvin had seemingly even more to lose than she did, Nancy felt safe he'd show every level of discretion putting the date together.

"It's just me having sex with her..not you... right?" she would look up at Calvin one afternoon in the motel bed right after he'd fucked her. Feeling his huge left hand squeezing her breast as he tenderly rubbed his fingers through her hair with the other, she would have believed anything that came out of his mouth at that moment.

"Just you," he would assure. "All I want to do is watch."

So the decision was made, and within 10 minutes of dropping Nancy off that afternoon, Calvin was on the phone to Simone.

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Frothing at the mouth to get Nancy and Simone in a room at the same time, when he finally got the go-ahead from Nancy, Calvin was basically as antsy as a kid at Christmas waiting to set up the specifics.

Having grown accustomed to Simone's cool and calculating nature, he knew she was mature way beyond her years when it came to such matters. Feeling a certain serenity in the young girl's presence, it was why he felt like she was the prefect candidate to fool around with when she'd approached him all those months earlier. That trust in Simone's unflappable nature had carried him through many a crazy night since the two met, and if this plan went off without a hitch, Calvin knew it would be quite a notch for their collective bedpost.

But Calvin was even surprised by how 'in stride' Simone was taking all this, as if Nancy's agreement to go through with the threesome was just another spoke in a much bigger plan.

"Let's hold off for a few days," she told Pastor Grady out of the blue.

"There's a couple of other things I want to check out first," Simone added with the calm efficiency of a spider spinning it's web.

"....Alright," Calvin nodded, looking strangely like the same kid at Christmas that was suddenly told his best present was on lay-away.

A little over a week later, Simone finally gave the go-ahead for Calvin to set up an evening with Nancy.

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Having set up what amounted to a spare bedroom in one of the backrooms of the church, either for the times he and his Wife might be fighting or for situations such as this, Calvin had driven Nancy over an hour or so earlier just so no one would see her car parked in the church's lot.

Killing time until Simone was due to arrive, Nancy found herself helping Calvin empty a bottle of wine as they dithered around in a little pre-festivities foreplay.

"I'm sitting here getting myself drunk inside a church while the preacher's teenage slut is on her way over to fuck me in front of him," Nancy at some point thought incredulously to herself, sensing that nothing good was going to come of this.

Her intuition aside, she'd committed herself to what was about to happen, and when Simone walked into the church at a little after 10 that night, Nancy lost her last chance to beg out.

A chill spiking down Nancy's spine when she saw Simone enter the room, she continued to lay there in the safety of Calvin's arms, unsure what etiquette called for next. Looking up to see the expression of expectant pride beaming in Calvin's eyes, Nancy then turned her full attention to the teenage girl standing in the center of the room.

Wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a maroon halter top that showed off her cleavage nicely, Simone glided side to side across the floor a couple of times in her strappy high heels, as if to show the couple on the bed what all she had to offer.

Nancy's eyes eventually settled on a black overnight bag Simone had carried into the room with her, and couldn't help but notice the tangible sound it made when the girl sat it down on Calvin's makeshift nightstand.

"Go ahead Nancy...go on up there and join her..I'll be right here," she heard Calvin breathe invitingly into her ear just before he kissed her on the right temple.

Feeling an indescribable rush growing in the pit of her belly, Nancy slowly pulled away from Calvin's embrace and stood up on her own to face Simone.

Pulling himself up and bracing his back against the headboard of the bed, Calvin made himself comfortable as he took his front row seat for what was about to happen next.

Standing there with the pensiveness of a five year old preparing to walk into kindergarten for the first time, it took another reassuring, fatherly prod from Calvin before Nancy started to walk forward.

Taking the bottle of wine from the nightstand and pouring what was left into a glass, Simone swished it seductively around her mouth before downing it as she watched Nancy approach. Stealing a quick glance at Calvin in the process, Simone cast him an approving wink knowing he was going to shit when he actually saw what she planned for a surprise. 

Taking Nancy by the hand once she was an arm's length away, Simone pulled the visibly unstable older woman towards her until the two were standing face to face in the center of Pastor Grady's makeshift bedroom.

Any fight Nancy may have had dissolved instantly when the young girl's lips met hers. Feeling Simone's right hand come to rest on the left side of her waist, Nancy collapsed forward against the 19 year old as everything that happened in Cleveland quickly came back to her. The only difference now was instead of Calvin sleeping obliviously in the other room, he was now sitting on the bed behind her with his huge cock exposed and rising from his unzipped slacks, intently watching their every move.

From his perch on the bed, Calvin could see Simone's hands roam across Nancy's back, pulling the white woman ever closer as they french kissed. Stroking his cock as he looked on, he too was curious as to the contents of the bag his young lover had sat on the nightstand.

Squeezing her left hand around Nancy's bosom through the front of her blouse, Simone worked her right leg between the older woman's knees until Nancy was seemingly skewered in Simone's clutches. Motioning over Nancy's shoulder for Calvin to stand up, Simone grinned as the Pastor took his place behind Ms. Grubbs.




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Pulling back to get a good look, Simone watched as Calvin helped Nancy out of her top before peeling her skirt all the way down to the floor. Taking Nancy's bra from Calvin's hand once he undid the snap and worked the straps over her shoulders, Simone then nodded for Calvin to pull Nancy's panties down as well until the middle aged divorcee was standing naked between them.

Taking Nancy by both wrists, Simone guided the older woman's hands up to her chest and helped Nancy grab at the edges of her revealing halter top. Reaching down with her right hand, Simone proceeded to massage her fingers through Nancy's steaming cunt as she waited for her to remove her top.

Allowing Nancy's trembling but determined hands to then slip down to her waist after the halter top hit the floor, Simone grinded her hips in slow, sensuous circles until her shorts were at her feet, leaving her just as naked as Nancy.

Continuing to swirl the fingers of her right hand through Nancy's languid wetness, Simone pinched the fingers of her left around the Nancy's right nipple, tugging and twisting gently at it until it grew to the size of a fat grape as she raised her lips to the white woman's ear.

"I want you down there on the bed Ms. Grubbs," Simone whispered. "I want you down there on your hands and knees right beside Calvin...I have something new I want to show you."

Simone's voice rattling around inside her brain, Nancy was powerless to stop the girl when she took her by both shoulders and spun her 180 degrees around to face the bed. Seeing Pastor Grady staring back through the dim light of the cramped room, Nancy did just as she was told and took her place to Calvin's left on the bed.

Surveying the two women's naked bodies, Calvin began to undress as well. Running his hand down Nancy's spine, then over the rounded curves of her behind once he'd rolled his pants all the way down, he couldn't help stealing another glance up to Simone's overnight bag.

"What's in there?" his eyes clearly shimmered.

Rubbing her clit with methodical accomplishment as she stared down at Nancy kneeling below, Simone eventually shot Pastor Grady a sly wink then went over to unzip the bag.

"HOLY SHIT," Calvin had to stop himself from gasping out loud when he saw the 19 year old girl pull what amounted to a rather imposing strap-on apparatus from the black bag.

"Just something I came across online," she offered stoically, loving the look of giddiness and amusement on the preacher's chubby face. "I've only used it once..just took it out for a test drive ..wanted to see what the thing could do before using it on Ms. Grubbs."

"Use what on me?" Nancy wondered with a mixture of dread and anxious desperation, even though she didn't dare turn around to see for herself.

Thankfully, Simone didn't make Nancy stew for long.

If Calvin's reaction had been one of amused disbelief when he saw what Simone had in her hand, Nancy's had been outright shock. The dimness of the room combined at first with her own nearsightedness, preventing Nancy from actually getting a good look at the thing Simone was approaching with. Feeling the tip of the thing press against her right cheek, Nancy breath caught in her throat when Simone dragged the rubbery shaft across her mouth before finally allowing the length of it to rest on her left collarbone. Allowing her eyes to adjust to the conditions, it wasn't long before the detail of what Simone was taunting her with came into full view.

Seeing the harness attached to the prodigious, black as coal, girth, Nancy swooned imagining what the thing was capable of hooked up the right person.

Having only heard stories of such things, Nancy quivered there on her elbows and knees as Simone continued to teasingly rub the head of the faux penis back and forth across her face. Even though the scent was faint, Nancy could tell the thing had been used recently on another woman. Snaking her left hand out and locking it around Calvin's, Nancy braced herself for the inevitable.

"I know you want Pastor Grady there for you..keep your hand wrapped around his because YOU WILL feel this... but I did bring a couple of other things with me including this," Simone leaned down to Nancy and sighed just before dipping the foot-long shaft between the naked woman's dangling breasts.

That's when she produced a plush blindfold that she quickly slipped around Nancy's head, instantly plunging the older woman's world into darkness.

"I know you'd gonna be tempted to look up at Calvin or back at me the entire time Ms. Grubbs.....I want you to concentrate all your energy on how this is going to feel," Simone dryly observed as she dragged the shaft of her strap-on cock down Nancy's back before sliding it ominously between the crack of her ass. 

From the way goosebumps instantly dotted every inch of Nancy's flesh, it was clear the power the visual deprivation was going to have. The blindfold itself however had another, more prurient purpose.

Calvin's eyes glowed with anticipation watching Simone take her place behind Nancy's raised and waiting rear end. Hearing the sound of Simone plowing the head of the dildo into the puckered folds of Nancy's vagina, Calvin's cock surged and twitched as it rose majestically above his crotch, as if it too could smell the scent of both women's unmistakable arousal. 

Keeping Nancy's small hand securely clutched inside of his as Simone casually pulled her hand back, Calvin waited for her to start strapping the apparatus on. What happened next nearly caused the huge man to topple like a small child from the bed.

Instead of sliding the device down to her crotch and securing the straps, Simone turned with real purpose and trained her eyes on the door of the room.

Her ass swaying wantonly back and forth, desperate for any sensation to quell the fire raging inside her cunt, blindfolded and half drunk, Nancy had no clue her own Daughter Lacy had turned the corner and slowly walked into the room.

Turning her gaze back to Calvin to share in his obviously stunned reaction, Simone's heart filled with a rabid and viral sense of pride at what she'd pulled off.

"...How....?" Calvin's eyes seemed to beg as he watched Simone hand Lacy the strap-on device.

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The answer to that question actually came much easier to Simone than she could have ever imagined.

Lacy Grubbs didn't know what to make of the light skinned black girl that showed up at her front door one afternoon. While she'd seen Simone Dobbins a handful of times when she'd accompanied her Mother to church, not to mention hearing about the girl on occasion when she was hanging out with Shawn and his friends, she had no clue how to react when Simon basically invited herself inside. She also didn't know how much she and Simone had in common until Simone started talking.

Even though Lacy hadn't been living in the area a full year, she'd grown quite a reputation for some freakish behavior. How much of that was true, Simone didn't have a clue, but standing alone in the living room with Lacy, there was no denying the tangible aura of sexuality that seemed to ooze from the white girl's pores.

"I know you've been fucking around with Pastor Grady," Simone got right to the point.

"..I..ah....," Lacy started to stammer. "I might have fooled around with him a few times but he's been blowing me off for a few weeks now."

Even though there really wasn't any real agitation in Simone's voice, Lacy was still somewhat on edge knowing the girl was blocking her path to the door.

"Me and him..we had a pretty good thing going..him and his Wife...they haven't been anything for awhile now..every once in awhile something new and shiny comes along and he runs off for awhile, but he's always come back to me," Simone went on with the same casual tone of a woman chatting up an old sorority friend she hadn't seen in years.

"I know he's not fucking you anymore..he's too busy fucking your Mom," Simone added just as Lacy's guard started to come down, her voice now much more biting and concise.

"That's probably why he's been blowing both of us off. And if its true what I heard..that's the second guy in as many months who your Mom's stolen right out from under your nose. Was it true what I heard about her fucking around with that guy who knocked you up?"

"Seems like things have become a pattern...she must be really jealous of you, Lacy..you too are the spitting images of each other.. you just happen to be 20 years younger..she has to think she's somehow getting back at you while she's recapturing her youth. Did you know she was fucking Calvin too?"

Lacy just stood there stoned face, trying to discern Simone's intentions just as she'd done weeks earlier when Calvin showed up unannounced at her doorstep.

Having brought some very good weed with her for her visit, once she'd found some common ground with Lacy, Simone pulled it out and the two were able to bond a little more. The pair commiserated to the point where they wound up making out on the living room floor.

Meeting up with Lacy a second time a few days later, this time Simone brought along the special little contraption she'd purchased online a few weeks earlier. It wasn't long before Lacy was on her hands and knees, taking the strap-on hard from behind.

Wanting to see for herself if Calvin was telling the truth about Lacy's ability to handle anal, Simone eventually pulled the dildo from her pussy then plunged the thing hard into Lacy's rear end.

She wasn't disappointed. Without the 'fuse' a human cock would have in such tight quarters, Simone was able to ravage Lacy's ass until she'd frigged her own pussy off grinding behind her.

After so effectively using the thing on Lacy, Simone switched spots, allowing Nancy's Daughter to return the favor. Over the next hour or so, Lacy took to the new device with natural aplomb, pushing Simone through three full and brutal, bone jarring releases. It was clear Lacy was comfortable wielding the power that came with such an apparatus.

The one final hurdle that remained was convincing Lacy to use the thing on her very own Mother.

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Sitting there on the bed, watching something that surreal unfold before his eyes, Pastor Grady probably couldn't recite his ABC's at that moment, much less comprehend how Simone had convinced Lacy to do what she was about to do.

The same way a person under hypnosis would never do anything while under that they wouldn't do when they weren't, perhaps Lacy had certain desires embedded so deeply inside her that it took someone of Simone's charisma and sadistic charm to bring Lacy to the very spot she was now standing.

Nancy's left hand still locked securely in his grip, Calvin struggled with a million different urges over what to do next. 

Should he remove Nancy's blindfold to give her a fighting chance to see what was happening behind her? Would it be so traumatizing for her to see that, that it might be better just to let her go through with it, thinking it was Simone back there the whole time?

Should be somehow silently shoo Lacy away before she passed the point of no return, knowing the unimaginable line she was about to cross, or should he just lay there and be witness to something so obscene that he was relatively sure no one else in the entire world was witnessing anything close to what he was about to at that very moment.

With Simone's speed getting the rig hooked up around Lacy crotch, Calvin would have never found enough time to find a reasonable way to put a stop to what was about to happen. Tightening his grip on Nancy's hand, Calvin used his free one to reassuringly stroke the back of her head. A visceral jolt went through his body however the instant Nancy jerked beside him. 

"OHHH...GAAAAWWDDD," the blindfolded woman croaked, feeling the head of the fake penis find a snug home between the folds of her labia.

"I can't believe she's doing this," Calvin mumbled over and over under his breath just before Lacy hurled her groin forward and 'did it' right before his very eyes.

Even though Nancy had no way of realizing it, she'd entered the 10th ring of Hell the instant her Daughter wrapped her hands around her waist and started ramming the dildo forward. The contrast of the jet black phallus sawing over and over between Nancy's pasty white asscheeks created a visually stunning image for the three people there that didn't have a blindfold on.

"Take it Ms. Grubbs..YEAH....work that ass back against it," Simone would hiss every few seconds, creating the illusion that she was the one actually driving the fake cock home.

Reaching her free hand beneath her body and slapping anxiously at her sopping wet cunt as Lacy worked the strap-on deeper, Nancy clenched her grip tighter around Calvin's hand each time her Daughter screwed another inch of it into her womb.

"This ain't right," Calvin couldn't help but think, but it didn't stop him from jacking his cock off as he witnessed the debauchery unfolding before him.

Why Lacy would have agreed to do something so ruthlessly perverse would have perhaps taken a Hollywood zip code full of professional shrinks to untwist, but she couldn't deny the electrical jolt of excitement and power, not to mention the ultimate sense of control she felt hearing her Mother wince and wail below, her entire body buckling on her hands and knees, helpless to Lacy's every whim.

It wasn't long before Simone had slid behind Lacy and snuck her right hand between the white girl's ass, twisting and jabbing her fingers through the girl's slippery quim, watching from over Lacy's shoulder as she eagerly plowed the strap-on into her Mom.

"You're soaking wet," she teasingly whispered into Lacy's left ear, awestruck by the beauty of Nancy's pink vaginal sheath clinging to the blunt black instrument Lacy penetrated her with from behind.

"Gonna cum, Ms. Grubbs?" Simone leaned in and asked the bellowing woman on the bed.

"YES..YES..YES...," Nancy choked, her inhales and exhales bleeding crazily together as she continued to blindly rake her fingers across her clit.

"Getting close?" she taunted yet again, this time grabbing Lacy by the wrist and raising it into the air just before bringing her own hand down hard on Nancy's right asscheek.

"OOOWWWWW," the older woman howled, her pussy gushing even harder against the unforgiving phallus behind her.

"Now you do it," Simone seemed to silently beckon to Lacy.

Understanding the intent of her new friend's unspoken offer, Lacy traced her fingers around the same reddened spot Simone had just smacked her Mom then raised her hand high to do the same.

"OOOUUCCHHH..OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD..OHMYGOD......Please don't stop," Nancy grimaced, spinning her fingers violently across her cunt as Lacy stood behind her, spanking her again and again.

The overflow of sensation proved to be too much and Nancy finally came there on her knees, her flooded vaginal walls constricting like a starving python around the hard rubber appendage splitting her in half.

Nodding for Calvin to scoot around as Nancy continued to convulse below, Calvin maneuvered his large frame off the edge of the bed and sat down on the pillows above Nancy's head, stretching his feet out to each side of the blindfolded woman as she begged for mercy below. 

Once he was settled, Calvin couldn't imagine a better view. With Nancy's face cradled against his crotch, he could look straight forward and see Lacy standing above her Mother's rear end, continuing to thrust the strap-on in and out until Nancy was on the verge of mental and physical collapse.

"Simone..try the thing in her ass..with as much as she's creamed all over the damn thing..it should sink right in," Calvin chirped once he'd made himself comfortable.

"My Pleasure," Simone snidely replied as if she was the one the dildo was strapped to.

Pulling the strap-on from her Mother's snatch almost in synch with Simone's words, Lacy eased up on her tippy-toes and aimed the drenched tip of the weapon upwards towards Nancy's virgin asshole.

"Oh Dear God...you'll kill me," Nancy managed to whisper, knowing full well what was coming next as she rubbed the side of her cheek up and down against Calvin's still raging erection.

The way she was invitingly wiggling her ass side to side, it spoke to a clear determination however on Nancy's part to at least give death by orgasm a try.

Fingering her two hands simultaneously through both women's swollen slits, Simone could feel Nancy's sensitivity from her freshly squeezed release, while at the same time absorbing the energy building inside Lacy as her knees began to buckle beside the edge of the mattress.

"Just hold on tight, Ms. Grubbs," Simone leaned down and whispered to the blindfolded woman from behind.

"I'll make it quick..you wont feel a thing," she added just before kissing Lacy's Mom on the back of her sweaty neck.

Slithering her tongue down the indentation of Nancy's spinal column, Simone could feel the woman tremble and teeter from the ticklish sensation. But Simone didn't stop there. Raising her tongue once she reached the base of Nancy's spine, she immediately looped it around the bulbous head of the freshly used dildo, rolling her tongue in slow, lapping circles until she'd scoured a good bit of Nancy's leftover vaginal sheen.

Without missing a beat, Simone then stood up and planted those same greasy lips right over top of Lacy's, sharing an extended passionate kiss with the younger girl as they swapped the juices of her Mother's expended lust. Then with the gentle pinch of the ass, Simone prodded Lacy to finish the job.

Taking the fire hydrant shaped slab of his manhood by its meaty base, Calvin shoved it between Nancy's lips just as Lacy plunged the head of the dildo into her Mother's asshole. The violent gush of guttural air that shot from the depths of Nancy's lungs washed across Pastor Grady's loins as he sat there watching the strap-on burrow it's way into Nancy's rectum.

Swearing he could feel Nancy's teeth vibrating as she struggled to accommodate both girths, he wanted more than anything to slip her blindfold down just to see what must have been a crazed and depraved look of primal want in the woman's eyes. Knowing Nancy would be scarred for life if he did such a thing, Calvin had to be content seeing the way every muscle in her body twitched and fired as her lips expanded around the shank of his cock.

Plugged so completely on both ends, it was clear the pressure was building inside Nancy like a balloon that would eventually meet its critical mass.

"UUUMMPPHH," she would exhale through her nostrils every few seconds, creating an eerie and erotic breeze across Calvin's pubes as he rubbed both his hands through her short blonde hair.

Her breasts resting on top of his thighs, Nancy's nipples felt like two bullets pressing into his flesh as she bucked her rear end backwards against the foot-long phallus.

Resuming her position beside Lacy, Simone snuck her right hand back down to the teenage girl's cunt, swirling and slapping her fingers into Lacy's molten pulp until a visual spray of castoff shot in all directions each time she squeezed her hand. The sensations of Simone's advances caused Lacy's lower body to wobble, which in turn created quite a domino effect inside Nancy when the dildo strapped to her Daughter's waist began to quiver rapidly.

The more the dildo jerked inside her flared anus, the more Nancy struggled to relieve the burning want blistering her own pussy. Pulling her mouth free from Calvin's cock, Nancy rubbed her cheek against the inside of his right thigh to sop up the tears that were leaking beneath the blindfold.

"I need that inside me," Nancy cried desperately, gripping the shaft of Calvin's dick like it was the only thing at that moment that might save her life.




Nancy's Inferno Ch. 09



The logistics of such an endeavor were a little more complex than anything Calvin had ever tried, but once he'd scooted down beneath Nancy and pushed her knees a little further apart, he was able to tilt his cock upwards and slice it between the welcoming folds of her sizzling sex.

"UUUUHHHHHHHYYEEEAAAHHHH," Nancy wailed in relief once she had Calvin's dick snug inside her womb.

From his perch below, Calvin could see Simone standing off to the side, as if supervising the awesome undertaking unfolding before her.

Having planned on standing flat footed while she carried out the devious deed Simone had planted inside her head, Lacy suddenly found herself on both knees on the bed as she straddled her Mother behind. Hearing the sound of Calvin's dick slicing savagely through Nancy's womb, Lacy continued to slam the strap-on forward until she swore she could feel the friction on the shaft from Pastor Grady's penis sawing just on the other side of Nancy's anal membrane.

Losing track of Simone as she disappeared behind her, Lacy wrapped both hands around her Mother's waist and helped Calvin brutally DP her as the rickety old mattress springs sounded in every room of the church.

The contrasting feel of Calvin's strong hands gripping her body minged with the softness of what she thought were Simone's into quite a sensual mix. There was nothing sensual however about the cruel, duel penetration taking place behind her. 

As if on some sort of primal autopilot, Nancy worked her ass backwards, absorbing the pain of the implement deflowering her ass only to careen forward with blinding urgency to feel the pleasurable glow of Calvin's cock stretching every nerve ending inside her pussy. Over and over Nancy repeated the process, the blackness behind her blindfold filling with exquisite light until she felt as if the duel pronged attack had simply morphed into one all-encompassing entity that had usurped control of her barren soul. Clawing her hands viciously into the meat of Calvin's ample shoulders, Nancy pressed her face down on his chest and blindly hurled her crotch back and forth until she literally felt as if she was strapped to the wing of a spacecraft burning up on re-entry.

Mesmerized by the sight below, Lacy kept the pressure of the dildo tight as she waited for Calvin to empty his seed into her Mother's squishing cunt. So focused on the task at hand, she'd almost forgotten about Simone until she felt the girl's mouth smash into the baby smooth fissure of her vulva from behind.

"UUHHHHH," Lacy had to stifle a scream as she clenched her grip tighter around Nancy's waist, sandwiching her Mother even harder between her and Calvin.

Like a carnal, four car train wreck, the bed sagged mightily under the grinding weight above as everyone above tumbled towards one final release.

Fingering her own cunt as she pressed her mouth between Lacy's soft, tender thighs, Simone's tastebuds sizzled lapping up the girl's swampy mire. Unable to see much from her cramped vantage point, Simone could still hear the muffled sounds of the other three's rapidly approaching orgasm.

Calvin was first to blow. The lurid gravity of what was taking place above him combined with the way Nancy's cunt franticly squeezed his cock until Calvin had no choice but to splash his scalding seminal paste repeatedly against the blazing back wall of the shrieking woman's cervix.

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. .I"MCUUUUMMMMIINNNNGGGGGGG.. I'M CUMMINNNNGGGGGGG.. OH GOD I'MCUMMIIINNNGGGGGGG" Nancy squealed a few dizzying seconds later, her entire body crumpling until she was barely visible between the two unstoppable forces pounding her front and back.

Seeing the way the muscles in her Mother's reamed anal sphincter flexed like mad around the buried shaft of the dildo, it wasn't long before Lacy succumb as well to Simone's vast oral talents. The three now thrashing in a nearly simultaneous, joint orgasm, Simone worked her digits in a seething rhythm through her own swollen and juicy pussy as she continued to dine on Lacy's spasming sex.

Her knees corkscrewing into the sheets as her pussy lathered Simone's devouring mouth, Lacy couldn't help but tumble forward until her breasts were resting on top of her Mother's lower back. The top of her head bracketed between Nancy's shoulder blades, Lacy shivered on top of her Mom as Simone nursed every drop of orgasmic bliss from her crotch. 

It wasn't until the three others were a sweaty and wasted pile of pancaked flesh that Simone finally allowed herself to nut. Standing up like an artist wanting to survey her perverse work, Simone allowed the sight before her to sink in as she spun her fingers through her bubbling vaginal cauldron. Fanning her four fingers in rhythmic unison through the aching and glistening bloom, Simone darted and flicked her thumb rapidly across her clitoris until she came in several jerks and heaves, the entire time staring down as if the three bodies on the bed were suspended in animation.

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Helping Lacy up once the nuclear glow of her release began to subside, Simone watched the buried girth of the dildo still attached to Lacy's waist slide with an audible plop from Nancy overwhelmed ass. 

"My God..I can't believe this worked," she gave Lacy a wry nod before ushering the naked girl out the door and up the hall.

Walking back to the bed once she was sure Lacy was well out of the way, Simone slid her still spasming body down on the mattress and took her place beside Nancy before slipping the older woman's blindfold off.

"Thank you," Nancy mouthed her appreciation for allowing the light back in, and apparently for everything else Calvin and Simone had done for her.

Kissing Nancy tenderly on the shoulder and she reached across to stroke Calvin on the arm, Simone eventually worked herself between the two older lovers and scooped the half limp club of Pastor Grady's manhood into her mouth. Ingesting the tangy stew of Calvin and Nancy's combined lust for several minutes, Simone made sure Nancy was looking straight down a her when she removed her mouth and asked her "How you feeling, Ms. Grubbs?"

The look of utter and complete satisfaction, not to mention sheer exhaustion on Nancy's weathered face told Simone everything she needed to know. Still, she couldn't resist asking one more pointed question.

"You'll always know how took your anal cherry, won't you?"

"Yes," Nancy managed to sigh, never having a clue all that answer would truly entail.

THE END

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