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The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 01

By: Pgup



I topped the slight rise and looked down upon Leverton. From what I could see it was a small town with one main street and just a few side streets. In the late morning sun, it looked like the usual lazy country town. I spotted a filling station and pulled into it. As I stopped alongside the gasoline pump -- it only had one -- a young woman came out from what was obviously the office. I got my first look at one of Leverton's citizens and it came as an abrupt surprise. She was wearing a sheer top that hid absolutely nothing of her upper charms. Her areolas were of a dark hue and they showed clearly through her revealing top. As she neared my car, I could clearly see her nipples as well. To round off her attire, she was wearing an extremely short pleated skirt that looked for all the world like a child's kilt. I thought to myself, 

"She cannot sit down in that skirt without revealing all of her female genitals!"

"May I help you?"

"Yes, you may. I am the new visiting nurse and I am supposed to meet with the nurse that lives here now. Her Name is Thelma King. Do you know where she lives?"

"Oh, sure. Go straight down this street and turn left at the second intersection. Thelma's house is the third one on the right. You really can't miss it and, I'll bet that Thelma is out sunning herself on her front porch. "

Just as she was finishing her set of directions, a young man emerged from the repair bay of the station and walked up to where the young woman was standing. I couldn't help myself for I gasped when I saw his hand slide under that short skirt. His hand began some kind of rubbing motion and the young lady's hips quickly responded with a motion of their own. I waved at both of them and put my car into gear. 

"Margaret, your years in Washington are showing. You are just not accustomed to such public and blatant sexual advances." 

The directions the young lady had given me were very accurate and I spied what could only be the nurse sitting on the porch of the third house. There wasn't any sidewalk -- just a cleared path in the dirt -- so I pulled in to a position where I was clear of the roadway. I shut off the engine and got out. The female figure on the porch had not -- so far as I could see -- moved one inch.

"Hello! I am Sister Margaret McBride and I have been sent here to relieve you of your visiting nurse duties."

In keeping with the usual actions of mountain people, she didn't say a word. She just stared at me. Then, with a rather brusque move of her hand, she indicated that I should sit in the adjacent chair. I had known people such as this during my childhood days in Montana. They always acted as though their supply of words was limited and they were afraid to waste one or two of them. So, I sat and waited for her to respond.

"You say you are a sister? Does that mean that you are a nun?"

"Yes, I am Catholic nun, but I have spent the last fifteen years working as an assistant to the director of Governmental Nursing services in Washington. I was trained in an OB/GYN specialty and it was thought that I could apply my training to the children and adults in Leverton. So, with your impending retirement, they sent me as your replacement."

Once more, there was a long silence between us.

"We don't get much call for a children's nurse. Not for the people either. The people who live around her are of a healthy nature. Besides, we ain't got many children in Leverton."

"Oh, I've been misled. I thought there was a grade school here."

"There is, but the kids don't come from Leverton!"

I wanted to follow up on that statement, but from the look on her face, I knew that would serve no useful purpose. Again, a deep silence reigned on that dusty porch. Finally, she spoke,

"Look. Margaret, is it?" I nodded. "There are two things about Leverton that you should know right off and, after I fill you in, I don't doubt but what you will be hightailing it out of Leverton!"

I could only sit there and wonder at what she was going to tell me.

"Margaret, I'm plumb dry. Would you like a glass of homemade lemonade? I got plenty in the fridge." 

Again, I nodded and she painfully rose and went into the house. All of her seventy-one years were showing their effects, but what I saw as she rose and walked away from me was startling in the extreme. Just like the young girl, Thelma was wearing one of the short kilt-like skirts! Only hers had somehow become stuck around her waist and, as she walked away from me, I looked directly at her very bare butt! In just a few minutes she was back with two frosty glasses of what I took to be lemonade. She was also carrying a huge book that looked like a photo album under her arm. When she sat down, I got a full view of her vaginal area. Those skirts were certainly not meant for the shy or faint of heart. I hadn't realized just how dry I was and that first swallow of lemonade sure hit the spot.

"Margaret, I'm going to break some of the silence that we observe here in Leverton whenever strangers happen in upon us and show you a couple of pictures."

As she said this, she flipped open the album and shoved it over to me.

"This here picture is of the class of students who entered our school eight years ago. And this picture is of the same group of kids only now they are about to graduate. In fact, they will graduate this June. See anything interesting?"

I looked at the picture and all I could see were the smiling faces of about fifteen or so young boys and girls. For the life of me, I couldn't see what she was getting at.

"Them kids are in exactly the same positions for both pictures. Pick out one of them and look at him in the two pictures." 

I did as she directed me and I was just about to say again that I didn't see what she was driving at when it hit me! I had selected a young boy in the front row and, when I looked at the picture of eight years before and compared it to the present-day graduation picture, I could only stare in startled disbelief! There were no differences in the two pictures! I looked up at her with a question in my eyes.

"Guess you done seen what I wanted you to see. In eight years, none of those children have changed one iota!"

"But, Thelma. How can that be?"

"You'd never guess! Those ain't human kids at all! They are shape-shifters from space!"

Now it was my turn to stare at her. 

"MY God, Woman! That can't be! Surely, you are mistaken!"

"As the old saying goes, 'No way, Jose'! What all of those high muckity-mucks in Washington never told you is that Leverton is a training station for space aliens and it has been so for nearly two centuries. We have been told that we got schools like this on the planets where these kids come from! It's some kind of reciprocal agreement!"

Now, the silence was really deep and lengthy. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to believe that what this old woman was saying was really true!

"Them people can take on any shape they wants to, but they have to go back to their home planet if they want to change that shape. That's why they don't age when they are here. Another thing, honey. Those aren't kids! I have no idea just how old they are, but I have been told that they are really adults! They come here to learn our language, our science and the rules of our civilization. You see, we are one of the few species in the whole damn universe that are hunters and killers by nature. These kids all come from planets where killing is unheard of. Now, if that ain't enough to convince you to go on your way, well you probably don't have the sense God was supposed to have given you."

I sat for a very long time while I attempted to digest what she had just told me. I wanted to tell her that she must be crazy, but something in her manner told me that she believed all that she had said. And, there were the pictures. How was I to explain them? For the life of me, I couldn't think of a thing to say. So, I rose, handed her my empty glass and started down off the porch. She had obviously anticipated my departure for she told me, 

"Five -- six miles down the road and you'll come to the Interstate. Take a right and about twenty-five miles further on and you'll see a motel. Ain't the best, but it will get you in out of the weather. One other word of warning, if by some really strange chance you should decide to come back, be sure and take a careful look at the surroundings before you pull out onto the interstate or you'll never find us again!"

In a state of utter confusion, I got in my car and proceeded in accordance with her directions. She was right. The motel was nothing to write home about, but it would shelter me for the night. I sat for the longest time and went over and over what that old woman had said.

"Margaret, for a very long time, you have hoped for a chance to have something approaching an exciting life. If you go back to Washington, you are going to be sent to some heaven-forsaken convent completely out of the way. This might be your only chance to experience something other than just a cloistered existence, but, alien children? How could I put up with that?"

I spent three days in that run-down excuse for a motel and each day consisted of a constant argument that I waged with myself. It wasn't only the probable presence of children from outer space, but it was also the blatant display of a loose sexual attitude. I quickly recognized my true problem with regard to this last condition for I was a virgin! The sight of my Director engaging in a sexual act had not only excited me, but it had been my first introduction to sex between adults! So, I was not sure of my response to this element of the social fabric of Leverton. Could I live in an environment where sex was practiced openly by nearly everyone in the town? And what of all my church teaching and experience? How could I reconcile a sexually-free community with my religious beliefs?

The nights were the worst part of my days in the motel. No matter how hard I tried, I kept on seeing Thelma's genitals and, in some crazy way, I felt the return of the excitement I had experienced on the day I watched the Director's sex escapade. The excitement I felt became so strong and insistent that, on the second night, I woke to find myself stroking the lips of my vagina! I quickly jerked my hand away from my vagina and rolled over to sit upon the side of my bed. I wanted to pray, but I also wanted to let my hand wander in between my legs again! After several minutes of this, I surrendered. I rolled back onto the bed and pushed my hand down between my legs! It was an amazing sensation and I spent the rest of the entire night stroking myself. Finally, as morning was arriving, I underwent a violent explosion in my belly and thighs. I lay there huffing and puffing as my breath slowly came back to me and the roiling in my belly slowly subsided.

"Oh, lord, that was terrific!"

I spent the morning rubbing my vaginal lips until I was struck again by that massive explosion. Again, in the afternoon, I stroked myself to yet another explosion! But, I wasn't finished. That night, once I was lying on my back in bed, my hands went to my vaginal lips almost automatically and I kept at my vaginal stroking so long that I exploded three times during that night! The next day, I consoled myself with the fact that I was still a virgin for, up to this point, I had not allowed myself to insert a finger into my vagina. In some crazy, twisted way, I still considered myself to be pure and unsullied. 

It was nearly four in the afternoon when I finally made my decision. I started the engine, wheeled the car around and headed for Leverton. Thelma had, as usual, been correct. I had to drive back and forth along the interstate highway five times before I finally recognized something that I had seen as I left Leverton and even then, I felt like I was driving into a solid wall of foliage. At the last minute, the trees and shrubs seemed to part and I was looking at the lonely dirt road leading into Leverton. I was vastly relieved to pull to a stop in front of Thelma's little house. She was sitting in almost the exact same position that she had been occupying when I left. Her attitude was one of staid expectation. 

"Evenin' honey. I was wondering if you'd come back. Come on in and we'll have some supper."

I don't believe that there was one word spoken during the meal, but then, once the dishes had been cleared, Thelma re-opened the conversation.

"Have trouble findin' the road?"

"I sure did. It took me several trips until I recognized a tree next to where I had left the road. Even then, I wasn't sure that I wasn't making a mistake by heading into what looked like a solid forest!"

"Yeah, I know. That's Leverton's protection. Don't know how they do it, but it makes it near impossible to find us. Mos' people end up in West Leverton. That's the old place over the mountains. It ain't nothing now but a bunch of ramshackle buildings. Nobody has lived there for gosh, I don't know how many years. You were kind enough to listen to my ramblings, now, it's your turn. What in hell are you doing in Leverton? And, don't give me that relief spiel."

"The ostensible reason for my being sent here was, as I told you, to be your replacement. Actually, I've been exiled. It was either Leverton or a post as Mother superior for some out-of-the-way convent in Timbuktu. So, Leverton seemed the best of two awful possibilities."

"How did you manage to get yourself in such a pickle?"

"As usual, in these kinds of stories, it was because I made a blunder. One day, there was a phone call for the Director which I answered. It was from our secretary in the President's Cabinet and she insisted that it was urgent. So, I put her on hold and went looking for the Director. Now, the building where our offices were located is fifteen stories high so there was a lot of territory to cover. I had just about given up finding her when one of the junior office secretaries rather snidely asked if I had looked in the basement. As she explained it to me, the Director often went down to the basement to check on the A/C in summer and the heat in winter. I had not been aware of this so I took that person's suggestion and went down to the basement. Even there, I looked and looked and I was just about to give up when I noticed the elevator had a button for the Lower Basement. I pushed that and descended even deeper into the bowels of the building. When the elevator door opened, I was treated to an almost impenetrable darkness, but, off in the distance, I could just make out a very weak light. I picked my way through all of the old stuff that was stored in this part of the basement and finally got to where I began to pick up certain sounds. Without any warning, I suddenly stepped out from behind a huge crate and I was staring into a small room whose walls were made out of packing crates. In the center of this room was a bench about three or four feet long and, kneeling on this bench, was the Director! She wasn't just kneeling on the bench. Rather, she was all tied up. Ropes went around her chest on either side of her bosoms and those ropes were so tight that her bosoms were squeezed into half their normal size! They were squeezed so tightly that they were no longer white! Her nipples looked as though they would explode off her chest at any minute and the bulk of her bosoms were a deep red color from all of the trapped blood.

There were ropes around her waist and legs that held her in that kneeling position."

Here, I paused in my description of what I had found for I was about to embarrass myself.

"Go on! Surely that wasn't all that you saw!"

I swallowed hard and then resumed my story.

"No, that wasn't all that I saw by any means. Of course, the Director's hind quarters -- because of the rope -- were forced up into a very high elevated position and there was some kind of machine behind her that was steadily forcing some kind of metal arm into her .... well...you know?"

"What you're trying to say is that this machine was fucking her in the ass! Isn't that it?"

"Er.. yes. I suppose it is."

"Was that all? I think there was more, wasn't there?"

"Yes, there most definitely was more. There was some kind of attachment fixed to her face. This thing held her mouth open like one of those things that are part of a horse's harness!"

"And?"

"And there was a huge black man thrusting his .. you know ... his thing into her mouth!"

Thelma clapped her hands and shouted!

"Oh, boy! What a novel way to get a blowjob!"

"Get a what?"

"A blowjob! Oh, I see. You have never heard of that, have you?" I shook my head in a negative fashion. "Well, Margaret, a blow job is when someone sucks on a man's cock. Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but, now that you have decided to remain in Leverton, you are going to experience all of that and more. We don't have many people in Leverton who go in for that bondage stuff, but there are a few who like to inflict pain on others and, sorry to say, there are some who seem to need the pain to fully enjoy their sex antics. For Pete's sake, don't stop now. What happened next?"

"At first, neither the Director nor that big black man saw me. I hadn't meant to sneak up on them, but I guess I was quiet enough that they didn't hear me. Thelma, you must believe me when I tell you I was rooted to where I was standing. I had never before witnessed two adults engaging in ... well.. sex! Their actions seemed to go on for a very long time and then the man gave several almost animal --like sounds and he began jerking his hips and buttocks. I could see the Director's throat convulsing as she attempted to swallow something. Then, a mass of a whitish-yellow stuff began oozing out from around her lips. She was grunting like an animal, too. The big man just kind of leaned over her head and they both became very still. I thought that they might have passed out, but, then, the man began pulling his thing out of the Director's mouth. My God! Thelma, that thing was huge! Anyway, at about this time, he turned and looked me straight in the face. His face broke into the most evil smile I have ever seen. Somehow, that broke the spell that had been holding me and I turned and ran to the elevator."

"That man didn't say anything to you?"

Thelma's question had caught me completely by surprise and I couldn't immediately bring myself to answer her. Then, in a very low voice, I said,

"Yes, he said, 'You can be next!' And he laughed like a demon!"

"What happened when the Director came back into the office?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! It was as if neither one of us wanted to be the first to bring up what I had witnessed. Within a month, I got word through the grapevine that I was to be reassigned. So, here I am!"

Thelma nearly exploded with laughter. Then, when she had finally quieted down, she said, 

"Come on, Margaret. Let's go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a wingding of a day."

"Er, Thelma, may I, make a request of you?" She nodded. "I much prefer to be called, 'Maggie'. So, if that's okay with you, would you please introduce me in that way?"

Once more, Thelma nodded. 

As she rose, she slid her kilt-skirt down and off her legs and shucked of the blouse she had been wearing. In seconds, she was stark naked! I gaped at her brazenness and then I realized that she was waiting for me to do the same thing. I got a hold on my natural reserved persona and slowly took off my clothing. 

Abruptly, Thelma stepped over close to me and, before I realized what she was doing, she slid her hand down along my spine, onto my buttocks and then into the crevice between them. I wanted to jump away from her invading hand, but something kept me rooted to that very spot. I felt an inquisitive finger-tip investigate my wrinkled hole and I was surprised at how stimulating it felt. Then, Thelma's hand slid even further under my ass and in between my legs. Rubbing my own vagina had been terrifically exciting to me, but the presence of Thelma's fingers upon my vaginal lips was ten times more arousing. As she began to rub my vaginal lips, my hips began moving in an unmistakable bump-and-grind motion. 


The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 01



"Honey, you got a sleeping beast in your belly and, from the way you are swinging your ass, he is alive, awake and about to get out!" 

For the first time in my life I tried to sleep next to a naked person while I, myself, was also devoid of any clothing. I didn't rest at all well for I was constantly fighting the temptation to return Thelma's caresses. Finally, near morning, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. So, I rolled over, slid my hand between her splayed open legs and caressed another woman's genitals. It was exciting- particularly when Thelma began thrusting her hips up at my caressing hand. In just a very few minutes, both of my hands were busy rubbing Thelma's and my own vaginas. Soon, we both exploded and sleep followed.



The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 02



As I stood at the sink rinsing our breakfast dishes, I felt Thelma's hand slide along my spine and then in between my legs.

"Thanks for the little session last night. As I said, Maggie, that beast in your belly is fighting to get out and, when it does, you are going to be one helluva sex babe. Now, get out of that big city getup you're wearing and put these things on instead. You might as well get used to wearing them because that is about all we here in Leverton wear."

She handed me a blouse that was almost paper thin and a copy of the abbreviated kilt that I had seen her wearing. I slid out of the slacks I had put on that morning and into that revealing kilt. I was moderately surprised at how sexy I felt in this short skirt. I knew that my entire rear end and my front were both visible to anyone who happened to look. The blouse made me feel like a whore since both of my tits were prominently displayed in that thin excuse for a shirtwaist. I purposefully glanced at myself in the mirror over the sink and was startled and a little pleased to see my rose-bud nipples pushing up against my blouse in a vain attempt to explode into full view.

"This is what we will do today. I will begin introducing you to some of the town's people. In particular, we will pay a call upon Jesse Booker. That should be quite an experience for you. With the exception of Jesse's consort, Blake, and Henry Killgallen, all of the men in the town are human. But, I can't say that for all of the women. Some of them are alien. I pretty well know the alien ones, but, as with Jesse, I only have a suspicion as to what their natural condition is. I have heard rumors that Jesse -- on her home planet -- is a huge worm-kind of creature, but I can't substantiate that. 

Oh, I meant to ask, did you bring a nozzle and bag with you?" 

"No, I didn't. I didn't dream that I would need one."

"Well, you will. Maggie you should start getting used to our way of acting and thinking. Sex thoughts and actions will soon become the biggest part of your thoughts. Leverton hasn't anything else to offer in the way of entertainment so sex occupies our thoughts. The upshot of all this emphasis on sex is that you will, in all likelihood, be having sex several times a day and in several different forms. As such, we females have got to keep ourselves clean-in all respects! Get it?"

It took me a few minutes to realize what Thelma was saying, but then I nodded. I had never much cared for the enema portion of my toilet, but it sure made sense here.

"When we leave Jesse's, we should stop at the drugstore. You will need a nozzle and a bag. There is also some jelly that you should buy."

"Jelly?"

"Sure. Without it, being reamed in the ass can be quite painful."

I could only gulp at what Thelma had just said. She seemed to take anal sex as just another form of enjoyment. I wasn't at all convinced that I could ever reach that point. Then, a thought hit me.

"Thelma, there is something I think I should tell you. It has only just crossed my mind."

"Sure. What is it?"

At that point, I had some difficulty expressing myself. Finally, I just blurted it out.

"THELMA, I AM A VIRGIN! I'VE NEVER BEEN WITH A MAN! SO, PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME!"

She looked at me for quite a long time. To suddenly be confronted with an admission of this kind in this day and age must have caught her by complete surprise.

"Okay, Maggie. I'll keep that in mind."

That was all she said and then she just simply returned to her description of what we would do this day and some of the people we would meet.

"We should stop in at Wilma's Dress Shop. You are going to need a new wardrobe that is more appropriate for Leverton. And, there are several other things that you should get from Wilma. Look, Maggie, there are some things about life in Leverton that I have yet to describe for you. So maybe this is the time. Leverton was started as a space-oriented breeding station. From what I have learned about the early days of Leverton, they tried breeding human females with space aliens. It didn't work. So, they developed a new plan. Once a year, a ship from outer space will arrive near Leverton. I can't tell you where it will be or what it will look like because I have never seen it nor has anyone else. Fifteen of the Leverton women will have been selected to act as surrogate parents for alien fetuses. The fetuses will be planted in the bodies of those women who have been selected and, approximately a year later, the mature fetus will be recovered. As for how long this procedure has been in operation, I don't know, but it is an accepted fact of Leverton life today. At the time that these new fetuses are implanted, the fetuses from the year before will be recovered. If you had known to count the number of students in each class of our school, you would have seen that it is exactly fifteen. Never more and never less."

"What of the birthing? Isn't it dangerous?" 

"Dangerous, no; strange, yes. You see, if these fetuses aren't removed before they are ready to be born, they begin eating their way out of the mother's body -- or so I have been told. So, the aliens perform a caesarean operation on the mother. See?"

Thelma lifted the hem of her blouse and, after a very close inspection, I could just barely make out a thin white scar that ran across her abdomen from hip to hip.

"Their procedures are a lot different from ours as you can see. I can tell you from my experiences with this kind of birth that, for the mother, it is practically painless. The fetus never gets nearly so big as a human fetus so, if you weren't aware of the identity of the females who are carrying alien children, you would never guess who they were. The recovery period is short and doesn't interfere with our normal lifestyle at all. From my own personal experience, it is quite normal for an impregnated female to enjoy sex all through her pregnancy and she can easily resume her sexual activities by the day after her so-called delivery."

"Thelma, you say you have been through this experience and I gather that you are speaking of being impregnated more than once. How many times have you borne an alien child?"

"Five times. There are others who have gone through this procedure more times than that, but, since I was the only nurse, I was not selected every time I was considered to be available. By the way, this is known among the natives as the, 'Mare's scar'."

"Why is that?"

"Why honey we are nothing more than brood mares for the aliens! So, we go by that title. Soon, you will become a mare, too! After you have experienced this form of child-bearing and delivery, you will like and enjoy it more than any other kind of activity except sex itself. That brings me to the reason for stopping at Wilma's. Four times a year, all of the mares parade through Leverton. Each of us wears all of the accoutrements of an equine female including a fancy tail. Wilma makes those tails for us so she will have to make one for you!"

Once more, I gazed at her in disbelief.

'And just how do you wear these horse's tails?

"Why, they are secured in our ass, of course!"

I was still digesting this disquieting bit of information when Thelma rose and gestured for me to follow her. I felt strange to step outside in this very revealing costume, but good ole' Thelma didn't hesitate for a moment before starting off down the street.

We walked the entire length of Leverton's main street and, as we passed every business establishment, at least one person would suddenly appear and bid us good day. Most of them asked if we were looking for a friend, but Thelma just shook her head and we continued on without stopping.

"Thelma, why are they asking if we are looking for a friend?"

"Pay no attention to that today. It is just a euphemism. They are actually asking if you are looking for a .... Well there is another term that begins with an, 'F'! It is a polite way of asking for sex. If you are in the game, all you have to do is to answer, 'Yes, I am.' They will take it from there. We don't have the time to stop and diddle with them today. Perhaps tomorrow! That is Jesse's house at the far end of the street and behind it you will be able to see the dormitory where the alien students live. She has room for about 150 students, but their number never exceeds 120. Jesse is the Major Domo as far as the aliens are concerned. She regulates their comings and goings and, if they screw up, she removes them in very short order. If you should ever have trouble with one of the students, just tell Jesse and it will be quickly resolved. In all likelihood, the student will just disappear. Everybody in Leverton knows Jesse."

I glanced over at her to see if there was any sarcastic or hypocritical content to her little speech. I didn't see anything that would indicate that sort of content, but I was really surprised at the frozen manner in which Thelma's lips were set. The rest of our short trek was spent in total silence. Thelma obviously didn't want to say anything more or she didn't have anything more to say. 

The house she had indicated as being Jesse's was a huge rambling structure of pre-civil war vintage. It looked to be quite run-down and was definitely in a poor shape. It was in desperate need of a paint job. Thelma never hesitated. We stepped up onto the wide veranda-type front porch and she rapped on the glass part of the door with her knuckles. It wasn't a normal steady rapping. Rather, it was a rap-rap rap- rap I recognized this at once as some kind of signal. The door swung open as if it were being moved by itself.

We stepped through the door and I found myself in a huge foyer. The lighting was dim at best. Happily, Thelma knew where she was going so she just kept on moving deeper into the house. An archway gave us access to a large living room. It had to be large for the female lying on the lounge was herself, very large. Actually, she was huge. It was easy to see why she hadn't risen to answer the door. It would have been a monumental task for her to just walk across the floor. Her face was lighted by a friendly smile and she extended her hand in greeting. When I clasped her hand, I was surprised at how rough and calloused it seemed. I couldn't see this female ever doing any hard labor and then I recalled Thelma's remark about Jesse being of the worm family. Her arms and her thighs were so big I doubt that I would have been able to even lift one of them.

The room itself was large and filled to overflowing with huge antiquated furniture. What struck me as odd amongst all of this odd-looking furniture was the glass case in one corner. It was easily six feet long by four feet wide and the bottom of this monstrosity was filled with a squirming, wriggling mound of snakes!

"Ah! I see that you have spotted my little darlings. Aren't they the prettiest things you have ever seen?"

I didn't know how to answer that because I thoroughly detest snakes.

"May I ask why do you keep so many?"

"I provide these animals to many different cults throughout the world. There are cults all over the globe who worship snakes and who use them in a lot of their daily activities." As she said this, she burst out in a roaring laugh that must have rung through every room in the house. 

"Isn't that true, Thelma?"

I looked over at Thelma and was astonished to see that she had slipped out of all of her clothing. She was standing there, totally naked and with a mesmerized look on her face. Her eyes seemed to be focused upon something a million miles away from that room and its' occupants.

I turned my gaze back upon Jesse and saw that she had lifted the arm nearest to where we stood. One massive finger was pointing upwards. And, before I could resume my little speech, Thelma began moving. Her motion was extremely slow and deliberate and she walked straight towards that lifted finger. The finger had not moved so it was not actively beckoning for her to come forward, but still she moved as though she had been summoned. When she had reached the point nearest to that finger, she halted and took up a waiting position. Jesse's hand slowly lowered until it was just below Thelma's belly. Without hesitation, Thelma lifted one of her legs and just as slowly and deliberately impaled herself upon that uptight digit!

"You were about to say?"

Jesse's words cut through my trance like a knife and I gasped as I was drawn back to the present.

"Sorry, but I don't see what is so humorous in what you are saying."

"Why honey, it's the fact that these aren't snakes at all. These are a special breed of worm from another planet. However, this worm is nature's own version of the enema. These worms live off carrion so, if you introduce one of these worms into your feces canal, it will soon rid you of all that you would normally discharge. The natives who worship snakes don't know the difference so they are happy with this animal."

"But...but.. How do you 'introduce' one of these worms into the human body?"

"Oh, honey. That is simplicity itself. The worshippers merely paint a large black circle around their anal opening. Show her, Thelma!"

Thelma slowly bent forward and, reaching behind her. She pulled her ass crack open so wide that I had no difficulty in seeing a black ring around her ass hole! I knew, at once, that Thelma had been one of those females who were selected to, 'enjoy' the presence of a snake in their guts! Jesse went on with her description of the use of the snakes without paying any attention to Thelma whatsoever. 

"The worm sees this as the entrance to a hole -- which it is -- and he promptly slithers his way into it. After all, that is where they live when they are in their native habitat. Most of these so-called worshippers can take a five-foot worm into their bellies with little or no difficulty. Some even manage to collect a six-footer although how they do that is beyond me. If you are interested, I'll be glad to let you have one of these specimens - cheap!" 

Once more, that immense laughter rang out. When, finally, her laughter subsided, she became serious in her attitude towards me. Now it was my turn to be mesmerized by her look. From the back of my mind, I suddenly remembered that certain reptiles had the ability to place their prey into a state of partial paralysis so that they could then attack and devour them. I was in just that sort of trance now.

I stepped closer and with excruciating slowness began unbuttoning my light blouse. Why I was doing this, I did not know, but I kept on loosening my buttons until my blouse stood open and my tits were completely bared to this woman's gaze!

"You do have very attractive tits, Maggie. I suspect that you have had some surgery done upon them."

Then, the arm on the other side of her chaise, lifted and, once more, a finger was up-raised. How did I know that this was the signal for me to walk to that side? To this day, I don't know, but that is what I did. When I was within her reach, she extended her hand and began caressing one of my nipples. I couldn't help myself. The sensations that this woman was sending throughout my body were exhilarating. My eyes closed, my mouth opened in a silent scream and my head dropped down upon my chest. How long we remained in this position, I have no way of knowing, but, when her hold upon me was broken, I knew that it was time for me to shed my kilt-skirt. I pushed it down over my hips and let it fall at my feet. That menacing finger moved down to a point opposite of my vagina and I knew, with certainty, that I was going to mount it. I lifted one leg, but before I could continue to move down upon that waiting digit, Jesse spoke to Thelma.

"You know, Thelma, I get immense satisfaction in watching one of you earth females explode your sexuality. Remember when we did it for you? Somehow, thrusting an implement through that small physical impediment to pleasant copulation seems to free your mental inhibitions as well. I have done this many times and it never ceases to amuse me. Now, watch this stiff-necked female cast aside her reservations concerning sex as she uses my finger to bring freedom to her carnal desires."

I had been anxiously awaiting the next development for my whole body was crying for sex. So, when Jesse gave me the go-ahead, I positioned myself over the tip of that threatening digit and slowly let my knees bend until that finger was inside of me!

"My! My! A virgin! Maggie you are surely a joy to behold. Wilma will certainly enjoy making you into one of our little horses."

At that moment, she drove her finger sharply into my vagina. It hesitated for an instant and then it broke through nature's protective layer of skin. It hurt me. I gasped and then I began to quietly sob. I was no longer a virgin!

The presence of her finger inside of my vagina was driving me ever upward along the road to a climax. I didn't want to exhibit myself in this way, but I was unable to stop or prevent an orgasm. The quivering that announced my coming began in my thighs and spread to my belly. My eyes were staring straight ahead- unseeing -- as I exploded in a series of moans and mewling sounds . For an instant, I lost my contact with reality. Then, as I regained my poise and began recovering my senses, I realized that Jesse hadn't even stopped talking. 

"Maggie -- how she knew my name was never explained to me -- you are welcome in Leverton and we are hoping that you can become as good a neighbor as Thelma has been. If I, or any of my family, can ever be of help to you, don't hesitate to let us know. I am assuming that Thelma has clued you in on the breeding procedures we employ so, unless you have any questions, I think we are done! You should visit Wilma on the morrow!"

Somehow, Thelma and I were able to retrieve our previously discarded clothing and make our way to the door. Thelma came to my side and took me by the arm. As we stepped down off the front porch, I could no longer restrain myself.

"That was an awfully abrupt dismissal. I hardly got a chance to speak!"

"Sorry, Maggie, but that is just the way Jesse is. Everyone knows it and pays her no attention. You did get an orgasm, didn't you?" I could only nod. "Come on. We will stop at the druggists and then on to Wilma's."

"No, Thelma. Not Wilma's. Jesse told me that I should visit her tomorrow."

Thelma looked at me with an inquisitive expression upon her face.

"What's wrong, Thelma?"

"Maggie, it is not usual for newcomers to visit Wilma alone!"

Thelma thought this development over until we reached the drug store. Then, she ushered me inside and quickly filled my arms with an enema bag, a nozzle and a can of some kind of grease.

"This should carry you until you get better acquainted with the people of Leverton!"

As we left the drug store, Thelma pointed across the street. 

"That is Henry Killgallen's establishment. He says that he is a mortician so I guess he is. At any rate, he does all of our burying that needs to be done. Never forget. He is an alien just like Jesse!"

This was the last word either of us uttered during our stroll back to Thelma's house. 

My reactions, now that I was no longer a virgin, were astounding. Thelma and I walked up the street towards her house carrying our clothing in our arms. There were faces peering out of every store window looking inquisitively at us as we passed. Somehow, I felt that I had become a member of the Leverton society. Jesse's finger in my pussy had accomplished this feat and I could still feel that finger deep in my pussy. In fact, I felt it all that night. 

I couldn't begin to comprehend what Thelma might be thinking. As for myself, I was having great difficulty in coming to terms with what I had seen and done during our visit to Jesse's. That Thelma had permitted one of those awful worms to enter her body was undeniable. That crude black circle attested to this. And, that Jesse had some kind of power over otherwise normal humans was equally undeniable. I resolved to fight Jesse's influence at every turn. Especially if she tried to feed one of those ghastly worms into my ass!




The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 02



When we reached her porch, I was surprised to find a package there with my name on it. I picked it up and took it inside. When I opened it, I found that I was holding something that looked vaguely like a gun.

"What in hell is this?"

"Maggie that is a grease gun. It is the type that mechanics use to grease your car only here we use it to grease our anal passages. See? That tube of lubricant that you bought at the drug store will fit nicely into this part of the gun and then, when you squeeze the trigger, it will squirt lubricant all over the insides of your ass. From what you have told me about tomorrow, I think we have received this not a day too soon."

I looked at her in a kind of quandary, but I assumed that she knew what she was talking about.

Late that night, I heard Thelma groaning. I got out of bed and walked over to where she was sleeping. Her knees were drawn up so tightly that they were resting upon her tits. One hand and arm held her legs in this up-raised position while the other hand frantically clawed at her vagina! She was approaching a climax and the excitement that she radiated bounced off of me and lifted my libido to orgiastic heights. I immediately lay down upon the floor and let my own orgasm course through my body. When, at last, it subsided, I fell into a sound sleep. Thelma didn't ask nor did I volunteer to explain why, when she got up, I was asleep on the floor alongside her bed.



The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 03



The next morning, before I left for Wilma's, Thelma made me stop, load that infernal grease gun and then squirt oodles of grease up into my ass. Once more I wasn't certain that she knew what she was doing, but I had no basis for an objection. 

As I approached the door of Wilma's Seamstress Shop, I couldn't help but be reminded of Thelma's closing remark as I left this morning. She had warned me that Wilma liked pain both for herself and for others. Still, after having said this, she did not try and stop me from going to see this woman. I glanced through the glass section of the door and I could not see anyone. Since Jesse had, in effect, made this appointment for me, I was sure that Wilma must be in the shop. I placed one hand upon the door and gave it a shove. It swung open easily.

As soon as I stepped inside, I felt the same subliminal pressure that I had experienced the day before at Jesse's. That worried me for I had seen the kind of influence Jesse was capable of exerting on others.

The front portion of the shop was empty, but I felt a pull towards the back of the shop. This portion was separated from the rest by a beaded curtain and, as I pushed this aside and stepped inside, I saw Wilma. There was a small table directly in front of me, but my attention was drawn to the figure awaiting me. She was sitting on a very ornate chair that gave every sign of being intended to represent a throne. Her head was thrown back, her back was stiff and straight and her legs were splayed open to each side of the chair seat. I judged her to be at least as old as I. Her body was thin -- almost skinny - and her tits had the appearance of an old woman's tits. They hung nearly to her waist. In just the few days that I had been associated with Leverton, I had seen a rather large number of female genitals, but Wilma's genitals provided me with a unique view. There was no hair anywhere on her mound or down the sides of her crotch. This gave me an uninhibited view of her genital lips and a slight view of the pink opening between them. Her outer pussy lips were extraordinarily large and very reddish in color. They looked to be swollen and I wondered how it must feel for someone to touch them. I couldn't help but stare at this uninhibited display of her sexual charms. I waited for her to speak, but no form of greeting was forthcoming.

For several minutes, we stared at one another. I gradually became more and more nervous so I began looking at the room where we faced one another. Very large plumes made of brightly colored strands of hair festooned the walls. Obviously, these were the horse's tails that Thelma had spoken about. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how they were meant to be worn and how they would ever be held in place. I exhausted all that the room had to offer in terms of interesting items and then, in something akin to desperation, I glanced down at the table directly in front of me. There was a jar that held some kind of grease-like substance and two of the meanest looking devices I had ever seen. 

One of the devices was open so as to show the insides of these things. At the top of the device, there was an ornate ring and this was, in turn, attached to a screw apparatus. The second device presented a closed appearance so I immediately knew that these devices were constructed so that they could be opened more widely than their closed state. With the sides closed, the thing took on the approximate appearance of a pear. It was seven inches long and, at the widest part, a good three inches across. I stared at these two devices for the longest time as I wondered what their purpose was to be and how they were expected to affect me. All this while, Wilma had neither moved nor spoken.

I looked up at her and suddenly, her eyes captured mine and held them. It was much the same look that Jesse had given us the day before and I felt the onset of the same impulses that Jesse had transmitted to me. I knew that I was under the influence of this woman and all that I could do was to wait until I sensed what it was that she wanted of me. As I stood there, I felt something new and unexpected. I felt my pussy beginning to dampen. My sexual impulses were pushing me onward. A warm stream of pussy juice slowly worked its' way down the inside of my right leg. I hoped that this woman -- whatever she might be -- would not realize that I was as horny as I could possibly be.

Suddenly, I felt a massive desire to expose myself before this woman so I teasingly undid the buttons on my blouse. When the last button was undone and my blouse sagged open, I experienced a wild sexual sensation throughout my entire body. I pulled my shoulders back so that the jutting out of my tits would be even more emphasized than what their normal appearance provided. I shrugged my shoulders and my blouse fell off. I was smiling as I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my kilt. It, too, soon joined my blouse on the floor at my feet. My sexual sense of urgency had reached a height that I had never known before and there was a frenzied hunger deep inside my belly that I had never known existed. I wondered if this alien woman was intent upon copulating with me and I was thunderstruck when I realized that I was hoping that this was her intent. I nearly said, 'Fuck me', but I held my silence. 

Without a serious thought, I reached out and picked up the jar that held the grease-like substance. Idly, my hand selected one of those infamous devices and, again without thinking, I began smearing grease all over its' sides. The device was made of metal and it was warm to the touch. I had unconsciously picked up the device that was still in the closed state. After it was thoroughly greased, I stood there looking at Wilma with that thing in my hands. With a blinding flash, I suddenly knew what I was to do.

The realization of what she was telling me to do raced through my consciousness. "OH, GOD! Not that!"

But, Wilma's unspoken insistence pushed me ever deeper into a degrading situation. Slowly, I bent forward until my tits were touching the table. I craned my neck so as to maintain eye contact with Wilma and, as if they possessed a mind of their own, my hands moved behind me. One hand was still holding that greased device and, as if I were an automaton, I began rubbing the rounded head of the device up and down the crack between my buttocks! After four or five passes along my open ass trough, the round head of the device -- somehow -- caught in my puckered hole! I stared up at Wilma with a silent plea in my eyes, but she was merely watching as the program she was directing progressed. I added my second hand on the top of the device and, with both hands, gave it a very timid push! Nothing happened except that I felt a slight increase of the pressure on my puckered hole. Another look at Wilma's face and I knew that she was not to be satisfied with this half-hearted effort. So, I pushed on the device a little harder. I knew, rather than felt, that my hole was beginning to open. A little more pressure and a centimeter of the tip of the device may have slipped through my hole. With still more pressure, another centimeter slid into my opening. It was a very strange tableau. Wilma sat there flashing her naked pussy and ass at me and I stared back at her while all the while pushing that terrible device ever deeper into my body.

So, it became a series of, 'Push' and, 'add' so that yet another centimeter of device slid inside of me. I was squirming with the pain that this awful thing was creating in my gut and I felt certain that it was slowly but inexorably splitting me wide open.

Push and add! Push and add! Push and add! And, so it went until I was suddenly faced with an inescapable fact. I had pushed that lousy device completely into my ass! I could feel the small shield on the handle of the device that signified that it would go no further. I stopped pushing and, with a certain amount of self satisfaction, I looked up at Wilma. My belly immediately clenched at what I knew she was directing me to do.

She was telling me to fuck myself with this unholy device!

I hesitated for what seemed to be an inordinately long time before, once more, sliding both hands around to my ass. I took hold of the top of the device and began a slow withdrawal of it from my ass. Surprisingly, it slid along my ass channel rather easily. Somehow, I knew that I was not to remove it entirely so I held it with just a portion of that rounded head still inside my ass hole. I must have hesitated too long for I sensed Wilma directing me to begin the fucking movements. I balanced myself by placing my left hand on top of the table and then began pushing my tormenting device back into my ass channel. This inward stoke was, like the outward stroke, easier than the first one, so, when I once more knew that the entire weapon was in me, I increased the speed with which I withdrew it. Two more cycles and my speed had notably increased. I was no longer seeing Wilma's face and eyes although I was still staring in her direction. My whole concentration had become centered upon the sensations I was deriving from fucking my ass! By this time, my speed of thrusting and pulling back had attained the speed of a male who was fucking me with his penis. I was so rapt in the sensations that were now flooding my guts that I lost all contact with Wilma. So, her sudden appearance next to my head came as a complete surprise. 

She was holding a mirror so that I could see the expression on my face. If my expression had been one of delight, I would not have been too surprised, but, it wasn't that at all. I saw a face that I could hardly recognize. It was the face of a wild demon with a gaping mouth that exhibited a row of blood-covered teeth. The eyes were wild and mean looking and I thought, for just a moment, that I was staring into the face of the devil!

Wilma withdrew the mirror after I had studied my frenzied visage. I knew that something was happening to me, but I did not know what it was. With an abrupt motion, Wilma drove the second device into my pussy!

"OH! OH! Aaaaahhhhh!"

That sudden penetration of my pussy -- the single thrust up into my pussy channel -- was just enough for me to climax. I could no longer hold my head up and it fell sharply onto the table. When I once more regained my senses, I found myself standing outside of Wilma's place of business, holding my few items of clothing in my arms. I stood there while the business traffic of Leverton went on around me. None of the people who walked by me appeared to pay me the least bit of attention. I was still reeling from the effects of that massive orgasm. Somehow, I found myself entering the establishment next to Wilma's. It was the laundry run by the Wongs.

As I stepped inside the door, Mr. Wong came forward to meet me. To this day, I do not know what possessed me, but, before he could offer any greetings, I thrust my hand under his kilt and took a firm hold on his penis. For just a moment, my sudden movement caught him by surprise. I had no idea what to say as we stood there. Then, as I pulled his penis out from under his kilt, I found my voice. I dropped my clothing, pushed him to the floor and said,

"Feed my beast!"

His penis was fully erect and was sticking up from his crotch. I took hold of it once more, swung a leg over his hips and guided that most wonderful of all implements into my open pussy! One swift downward movement was all it took for I was still wide open from the effects of Wilma's dastardly device. I wanted to be fucked in the worst way and I was not about to let this male and his penis get out from under me until I was completely satisfied. I rode him in the most violent way! In fact, I rode him so violently that both he and I were puffing as we attempted to get our breath. I became vaguely aware of the presence of another. I looked up to see and recognize the female I thought to be the wife of the druggist. She, like me, was stark naked except for some kind of contraption she had strapped around her hips. Protruding from this was the biggest, blackest dildo I had ever seen. She did not hesitate for even a second. She positioned herself behind me and, almost immediately, she impaled me on that dildo. Just weeks before this, I would have fought like a wild lioness to avoid what was being done to me. Not now! Instead, I arched my back even more so she could penetrate my ass to the maximum extent possible!

In no time, the woman and I had established the rhythm of our fucking exercise. When I rode down upon Mr. Wong's penis, she drove into me and then, when I pulled up, she slid her dildo part of the way out of my ass. It was a heavenly sensation and, when I began orgasming, my eyes dimmed and I was totally concentrated upon the thrust of a penis in my pussy and the corresponding thrust of the dildo in my ass. I think I screamed as wave after wave of orgiastic fervor swept over me. Once my orgasm had spent most of its' energy in my belly, I slowly sank down upon Mr. Wong's belly and penis. My female assistant, however, was not to be denied. She quickly took hold of my hips and rolled me over to one side.

"Get off of him, bitch! My beast needs feeding, too!"

As she was saying this, she quickly swung a leg over Mr. Wong's prostrate body and, with an experienced gesture, guided his penis into her glistening pussy. She was so wet that she left a small puddle of pussy juice upon the floor where she had been crouching. I lay there for some time just watching that penis come out and then sink back into her pussy. Neither one of them paid me the least bit of notice. Finally, I heard her utter a huge sigh and she sank down upon that lovely penis until she was sitting upon Mr. Wong's belly. I knew that their show was over so I rose, gathered up my bits of clothing and left for Thelma's house. Once more, I was struck by the lack of attention that I garnered as I walked along the street totally naked. What's more, I was extremely surprised at myself -- a middle-aged female and a nun to boot - parading along the main street of a small town with not a stitch of clothing on her back!

Thelma, as usual, was sitting on her porch as I approached.

"Thought you were never going to make it back before dark. Where have you been and what's happened. You look like a mess!"

I eased myself down into the other chair and began a description of my day. I had to constantly shift my position in the chair for the feeling in my ass had returned with a vengeance and I was aching all the way up to my shoulders. Or, so it seemed. Thelma did not seem to notice my discomfort and she kept on urging me to tell her more. 

"Thelma, there was a couple of things that happened that were really strange and I've already told you some of the strangest parts. When I left Wilma's shop, I needed...er.. I wanted...oh, hell! I wanted to be fucked in the worst way! So I went next door to the laundry and ....well, I grabbed Mr. Wong's penis and almost literally threw him to the floor. That was strange enough in its' own right, but, at the same time, I yelled at him that, and I'm quoting, I wanted him to, 'Feed My Beast!' What do you think of that?"

Thelma was smiling and as I looked at her, she began to laugh.

"That means, Maggie that in a very short time you have completely awakened the beast in your belly that I spoke of. How in hell did you ever make it through the convent school and then your tasks as a nun?"

"I prayed a lot."

"That's not all because just praying won't satisfy the beast. What else did you do?"

"Well, I usually prayed while I was lying on my stomach. I discovered that, by pulling my habit up tightly between my legs and rolling a little on the floor, I could eventually get some relief."

"Thanks Maggie for telling me how it was. I halfway expected you to lie to me. So, your beast has always slept just below your consciousness and these few days of what your sisters would call, 'wild sexual activity' have been enough to bring that beast to life. Maggie, recall that I told you about the expression, 'Are you looking for a friend'?" I nodded and she continued. "Well, what I told you was the truth -- I just didn't tell you all of it. Those of us who have lived in Leverton for a long time use the expression, 'Feed My Beast'! That is our way of saying, 'Fuck me!' And, that's why the other woman used the same expression."

"But Thelma, that brings me to the other strange thing that happened. That woman was the wife of the druggist!"

"No, honey, she wasn't. You see there are no wives in Leverton! From time to time, a man and a woman may share the same quarters, but marriages are not performed in Leverton. Oh, don't look like that! Can't you accept that this kind of arrangement could exist between men and women? Well, it does and we are the proof of the pudding." She paused for a minute and then began again. "Look, I hadn't intended to tell you these things until you had become more settled in as a member of Leverton society, but I guess the events of today make it necessary that you know more about this place and the people in it. From what I have already told you, you probably have come to the conclusion that Leverton is a place where earth people study the aliens. That is not the case. Leverton is a research site where the aliens study us!" She paused while I took in the import of what she had just said and then, she went on. "Maggie, mankind is one of the most violent of species -- in fact, we may be the most violent of all the species who populate the universe. Jesse and Wilma and their kind had never known what war was until they witnessed it here upon the earth! So, that agreement between their governments and ours that I told you about actually resulted in the establishment of a research station here on earth where the aliens could study us."

"Yeah, but what are they studying?"

"They have a theory that our violent nature is the result of nature's gift to us of continuous sex. Except for a very few species, we are the only ones who can engage in sexual activities whenever and wherever we wish. The manner of their constitutions restricts their sex until the female is ready. And only then! So, they have hypothesized that, if sex were free and not restricted by all of the man-made inhibitions that we all carry around with us, then our tendency toward violent behavior would diminish. Leverton is the result of an attempt to prove their assertion. They created Leverton as a community that would freely countenance unfettered sex in any form whatsoever. It must have worked for I can't remember when there was a fist-fight in Leverton and I know that there has never been a killing. Rape, in Leverton, is completely unheard of. Why rape some female when all you have to do is ask her and she'll allow you to fuck her right there and then? The only young females we sometimes get are the teachers at the school and, once they get accustomed to how things are done in Leverton, few, if any, of them ever leave Leverton. In some way, Jesse and her ilk make sure that none of the young pussies ever get pregnant while they are in Leverton. Jesse's people have also learned that, here on earth, age does not restrict the propensity for engaging in sex. All kinds of sex! What kinds of reciprocal agreements exist with them and their home worlds, I do not know, but, I suspect that we have similar stations on their planets."

"So, are you saying that you and me and all of the humans in Leverton are really lab rats to be observed and, just possibly, put through special paces for the benefit of our alien researchers?"

"I guess you could look at it that way, but I choose not to see my situation in that light. I am alive. I live in Leverton. My existence is a peaceful one and, I have all of the sexual entertainment I can ever want. What more is there for me to desire?"




The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 03



Thelma's line of reasoning had a lot to recommend it, but a thought still lingered in my mind that this wasn't heaven and that these people were just marking time.



The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 04



I walked up onto Thelma's porch and dropped the brown-wrapped parcel into her lap.

"Oh, I see that you got my sausages. Did you tell Hans that they were for me and that he should put them on my bill?"

"Yes!"

Thelma looked up at me with a quizzical look upon her face. 

"Did something go wrong?"

"NO!"

"Well, then. Don't you think you should tell me what has made you so angry?"

I stood there for some time while my anger gradually cooled. Thelma had always been honest with me so I felt that I owed her an answer.

"I found out something today about Leverton and the people who live here that I don't really like."

"Oh? And what was that?"

I stammered and finally stopped trying to answer her all together. I was having a very difficult time in getting my thoughts together. Thelma must have realized something of my distress for she said, 

'Take your time and just tell me all that happened. I am assuming that you got to the Butcher Shop okay?" I nodded. "Then, am I to also assume that something happened IN the Butcher Shop?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, why don't you try starting from when you entered the shop and tell me, step-by-step, all that happened. Would it be easier if you sat down?"

I didn't really answer her. Instead, I just plopped down in the second chair. I took a deep breath and started in on my story.

"I couldn't see anybody in the shop when I first got there, but I could hear someone breathing awfully heavy. I looked around and finally I spotted a head over behind the meat counter. So, I walked around the end of the counter and I nearly dropped to the floor when I saw what was going on. There was a blonde woman sitting on a little stool with each of her legs propped up on two other stools. Thelma, as I watched, that woman was stuffing sausage links into her pussy one by one and then laying them on a meat platter! I could only stare at her while she continued stuffing sausage links into her open pussy. Believe me I have never seen anything so gross as this. Finally, she paused, looked up at me and spoke."

"Oh, Hello. You are the new nurse aren't you?"

Al I could do was to nod my head.

"Don't be bashful. I'm Hilda. I'm planning a little party for tonight and I just noticed that my store of sausages was low so I came by to get some more. Hans is out of the store at the moment, but perhaps I can help you. What is it that you want?"

By this time, I had found my voice so I was able to answer her.

"Thelma sent me to get some sausages for tonight."

"Okay, I can handle that for you. Just reach in here and get the tray that has Thelma's name on it." 

As she was saying this, she slid open the back of the display counter. I gasped for there were almost twenty meat trays each with some woman's name on it. These trays were sitting inside the display case and most, if not, all of them contained sausages! I looked around for a minute or so as I sought to identify Thelma's particular tray. When I found it, there was another shock in store for me for, sitting next to Thelma's tray, was another and it had my name upon it! I just stood there and stared at this empty tray as though I were mesmerized. The woman's voice broke my trance. 

"Go ahead. Have you found Thelma's tray?" I nodded. "Well take whatever it was that she wanted you to get. Most of us use these trays to store our sausage cache so I would imagine that is what she has on her tray."

"After having watched Hilda using her pussy as a means of seasoning her sausages, I was reluctant to pick up any of your sausages. You don't do that do you?"

'Sure. We all add our own personal seasoning to the meat we buy. As soon as you get a place of your own and begin doing your own cooking, you will do the same. I know that this must have come as a surprise, but I can't believe that this bit of lustful activity would set you off all that much. There must have been something more?" I nodded.

"I had picked out the sausages you wanted and was in the act of wrapping them when Hilda spoke to me again."

"Maggie, she said, I know something of your history so I probably know the answer to my question, but I'll ask it anyway. Have you ever tasted female?"

"I wasn't certain just what she meant by that and she continued before I could ask her to explain." (Thelma was about to burst with laughter at this point in my story.)

"Have you ever sucked cunt?"

"Her blunt remark hit me like a blow to my solar plexus. I'm sure that my mouth dropped open with surprise. Slowly, I shook my head."

"Would you like to taste another woman's cunt?" As she said this, she retrieved a sausage from inside her cunt and offered it to me."

"And, I'll bet a dollar to a million that by this time the beast in your gut was just about to chew his way out and your excitement level was probably about as high as the Rockies. Ain't I right?"

"Yes, Thelma. You are correct. Watching another female while she used sausages to fuck herself had driven my arousal to a very high point. I hesitated. I really did."

"But, then you reached over and took the sausage from Hilda's hand. Didn't you?"

"I am ashamed to admit this, but yes, I did. Hilda had pushed another sausage link up into her pussy and, while I debated, she pulled that one out and began nibbling on it. Frankly, I thought oh, what the hell! And I took a bite of the one I held!"

"I'll bet you were surprised again at just how good it tasted."

"Yeah, you're right. So Hilda and I slowly consumed those pussy-treated sausages. Then, she hit me with yet another blow. She gave me a sly smile and said, 'Would you like to lick the pan where those sausages were cooked?' with both hands, she pulled her pussy lips apart and I looked into the pinkish walls of her inner pussy channel. Thelma I never thought it possible for someone of my age and experience, but, as I stared down at her open pussy, I just couldn't resist the temptation. I slid down upon my knees and got my face up close to her open pussy. I could smell the female odor emanating from her pussy and that was exciting. Hilda reached for the back of my head and began applying a slow, unremitting pressure to my head. She kept pulling me in closer and closer until, with a sudden flicking of my tongue, I tasted her pussy. From then on, there was no stopping us. I thrust my tongue as deep into her as I could. I had my mouth plastered against her pussy lips and my nose was actually nuzzling her clit! I reached under her legs and got hold of her buttocks. I began pulling her onto my tongue and she, in response, opened her legs even wider and wrapped her thighs about my head!"

"There was no doubt in your mind that this was a good thing to be doing?"

"Absolutely, but, to be honest, I wasn't thinking about anything but the sweet taste of Hilda's pussy! And that is why I didn't hear my next surprise creeping up on me!"

"What was that?"

"Thelma, the first thing that I knew someone or something was blowing on my ass hole! I still find this hard to believe, but, as I swiveled my head to see what was happening to me, I saw a man crouched on all fours behind me and his face was plastered against my ass! As I watched, I saw his tongue come out of his mouth and give a swipe upwards from my pussy to my ass hole! Can you believe that?" 

"Sure. That was probably old Hans Boorman. He has a liking for female asses."

"But, why was he doing this to me?"

"Honey, he was undoubtedly trying to see if you were in heat!"

"But, Thelma! We human females don't go into heat like the animals do!"

"Oh yes we do. Look Maggie, we human females are blessed by our creator to be able to have sex whenever and wherever we want it. So, in one sense, we are always in heat - albeit at a very low level. We are always psychologically and physically ready for sex, but, when we get really horny, we start juicing. I'm certain that you not only know what that means but that you are probably experiencing it right now! That juicing stuff emits a smell and that smell is full of pheromones. Hans was just trying to ascertain just how horny you were. Once he smelled your cunt juice, he knew that you were ready. So, he fucked you!" 

Once more, I was shocked by Thelma's off-hand description of this perverted male.

"Well, don't keep me waiting! What happened next?"

"Sorry, but I'm a little ashamed and embarrassed by what that man did to me. As I looked back at him, his tongue made five or six more swipes along my pussy and it always ended up with the tip of his tongue resting squarely in my butt hole! Suddenly, he pushed the tip of his tongue INTO my ass! I jumped with surprise, but it didn't seem to phase him. He took hold of my two ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He pulled so hard I thought I was going to be ripped wide open. Then he stuck his tongue completely into my ass hole!"

"Bet you liked that! Now you know why it is imperative that you clean yourself every morning!"

"I do have to admit that the first thing that I felt was an immense shiver going up my spine. I was just about to say something when Hilda grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face back into her pussy."

"Look, honey. Instead of, 'pussy' you should call it her cunt. There is a hierarchy of female sex mouths and you should follow it when describing them. For the elite and sophisticated female, there is a, 'vagina' whereas for the run-of-the-mill females such as those you worked with, it is called a, 'pussy', but here where females shed their social niceties in order to enjoy a raw fucking, it is called a, 'cunt'."

"But Thelma that is such a brutish and rough term!" 

"Yes, my dear it certainly is, but, in Leverton, we pleasure ourselves by indulging in the rawest of sexual activities. This may hurt your sensitive feelings, but, before you leave Leverton, I'll bet that you push your tongue in somebody's ass as was done to you today! Your beast will not permit you to forego such an adventure!"

This blunt statement of what I might do someday took all of the wind out of my sails and I went quiet. The two of us sat there for sometime before Thelma re-started the conversation.

"Are you going to tell me the rest? If I know old Hans, he didn't stop there. He must have stuck his cock in you somewhere."

"He pushed his penis into my..er...cunt!"

"Maggie, you mean his cock! And how did that feel?"

I looked at her and grinned. "It felt really great!"

"And?"

"We fucked and sucked for the longest time. I know that other people came into the shop. I heard them. Some of them even stood by the counter and whispered as they looked down upon what we were doing."

"And, you didn't give a damn! Right?"

"Honestly Thelma, I couldn't have cared less."

"Was your beast satisfied?"

"After several orgasms, Yes it was at least temporarily satisfied. The butcher and I rolled apart and I got up and picked up your sausages and left."

"Didn't Hans offer for you to make some sausages of your own. Believe me, sausages that are rolled in the juices of your cunt just after a good fucking really taste great."

"Yeah. He mentioned it and ...well ...at that point I was so hot that I couldn't say, 'no'. So I worked up a tray of my own."

"Bring any of yours home?"

"Yeah. I've got two of yours and two of mine. I thought that would hold us for the evening."

Thelma's laughter rang out loud and clear.

I had a helluva time getting to sleep. Every time I rolled over I either saw Hilda's hairy cunt staring me in the face of I felt Hans' breath up inside my ass. Finally, I rolled over and closed my eyes so I could concentrate upon staring into Hilda's cunt. Somehow I had drawn my knees up until they were touching my chest. That made my butt pooch out. As I stared into Hilda's cunt, my right hand lazily moved back over my taut hip and my finger began to tease my butt hole. The feel of my finger circling around my taut hole was almost the same as Hans' breath had been in its' results. Shivers raced up and down my spine and, before I realized what I was doing, the fingers of my other hand had crept into my own cunt. I was reliving that wonderful experience of this afternoon and I felt myself getting closer and closer to coming.

All of a sudden, the finger that was working at my butt hole was swept aside and a warm pair of lips took its' place. I looked over my shoulder and saw Thelma with her face buried between my ass cheeks. I wanted to tell her not to do that, but it felt so damned good that I just couldn't. I stared at what I could see of her face so I knew when she came up for air. 

"Thelma, that feels so un-Godly good, but it puts you in a beastly position."

"What's wrong with that? I am a beast! I lost all semblance of humanity a long time ago and you are in the process of losing your humanity, too. Haven't you realized by now that this is the effect that Leverton has on all of us who live here? This is what these damned aliens are striving for!"

I must have gasped for she continued,

"Didn't I tell you that while you live here you will do many things that you may have considered either strange or sinful in your past – or both? Now you should realize that you will do these things because you - deep down – have always wanted to experience this down and dirty sex. I have told you that you have a beast in your gut. Well, soon, very soon, that beast will take over your body and your senses. Whatever inhibitions you may have brought with you will disappear here in Leverton. I think it is time for yet another lesson. Roll back over onto your back. Lock your arms together behind your knees and pull your knees completely up to your chest. Now, roll over onto your knees with your face in your pillow."

I was in a very straight-jacket kind of position. My ass stuck up into the air and my ass cheeks were pulled open. Thelma was doing something at her dresser, but I did not dare to look at her to see what it was. She climbed back up onto the bed and I felt a finger brush my butt hole. That finger seemed to be spreading something all around my hole. Then, abruptly, Thelma thrust her finger into my ass! It caused me to jerk and I almost lost my grip on my knees, but, I didn't. For several minutes, Thelma worked that solitary finger in and out of my hole and I was just beginning to really enjoy the sensation that was making when that finger was withdrawn! As with the first finger, two fingers were suddenly thrust into my ass and we went through the same routine. Thrust in and draw out and, after a while, withdraw. Then, replace two fingers with three! When I felt the sudden incursion of three of Thelma's fingers, I almost screamed. I didn't and, in just a few minutes, these three fingers were belaboring my butt. I was having trouble breathing and I desperately wanted to let my legs loose, but, just as I was about to suggest that I had had enough of this kind of stimulation, Thelma pushed four fingers through my butt hole and past my over stretched sphincter! This did cause me to gulp in air suddenly and then I let out a small yelp of pain.

"Oh, oh, oh! Thelma! Please stop! You are tearing me wide open!"

Her response was sudden and forceful. She withdrew her four fingers and replaced them with her entire hand! I gagged on my saliva as I tried to swallow and breathe simultaneously. Surely, this wasn't meant to be pleasant or to bring on a climax for, by now, my belly was all tied in knots. I was gulping like a fish out of water, in an attempt to get some kind of objection out that would bring Thelma to her senses. I just couldn't. That hand was pushing further and further up into my ass passage. I turned my head to look back at Thelma. She was kneeling alongside my hip and her hand and arm was definitely deep into my ass. In fact, I looked to me as if her arm was in me up to her elbow! Her face showed an evil grimace as she commenced pumping her hand and arm in and out of my ass! By this time, I was up onto my knees and crawling toward the edge of the bed in a vain attempt to get away from her only the pressure that her hand was exerting on my guts was enough to hold me at her side.

Without any warning, I felt her other hand slide in under my hips and two of her fingers took hold of my clit. They were pulling on it and twisting it and rubbing it. My clit has always been exceedingly sensitive so, in a matter of seconds, I was breathing heavily as I felt a gigantic orgasm building in my guts. Explosively, the orgasm washed over every nerve ending in my body. I gulped in air in a vain attempt to somehow match my body reactions to the force and violence of that orgasm. It was to no avail. The orgasmic wave would not be denied. Suddenly, I was flooded with sex-oriented images. I saw couples fucking and I saw women tonguing other women. I saw hordes of rampant penises and just as many hairy, gaping cunts.

"Whoa, baby! That's about as far as we should go!"

Thelma's voice broke my trance and I looked around at her. 

"You are the one who has been pushing her whole arm up my ass, so what do you mean by saying we've gone as far as we should go. If you feel that way, just stop!"

"Listen, bitch! For the last few minutes you have been screaming at me to go deeper into your ass and you have been pushing back on my hand and arm. It is your fault that I am this far into you!"

I was astonished. How could this be happening to me? Surely Thelma was mistaken. The last thing I remembered was crawling towards the edge of the bed in an attempt to get away from her brutal assault. Only, if that were true, why was I over halfway back into the bed! I felt Thelma's hand begin to slide backwards out of my ass and suddenly I knew that I did not want that to happen!

"Please, Thelma! Don't pull your hand out! Push it into me deeper than before. Please, I need that sensation. Do this for me!"

Her hand paused in its' withdrawal and then It began to push deeper into my bowels. Where pain had been the major sensation before, now a form of sensual satisfaction was growing in my belly.

"Squeeze my clit like you did before."

What a great feeling of total commitment began to sweep over me. I wanted that hand and arm in my body and there was no way that could be denied. It took just a matter of seconds and another huge orgasmic wave engulfed my entire nervous system. This time, it blew my mind and I lost all touch with reality.



The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 05



I was beginning to think that Leverton just might not have any more surprises for me. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stepped into the kitchen one morning, there stood Thelma at the stove. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather, it was the manner of her dress. As usual, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a pair of those very tiny kilt shorts. It was the thing that was sticking out from under her shorts. It was a horse's tail! I stood there for a considerable amount of time before she felt my presence. Thelma turned and, with a rather sharp glance, asked,

"Well?"

I stuttered before I could get my voice under control and answer her.

"I...I....I....I just have never seen you with your...uh..tail on! That's all."

"You might as well get used to it because you will be seeing me and almost every other female with a tail of some kind. We held back putting them on until we were sure that you were going to stay in Leverton. As soon as Wilma can get yours, you will be expected to dress in this way, too."

Nothing more was said by either one of us until the breakfast dishes had been washed and put away. Then Thelma laid out her plans for the morning.

"Pack up what stuff you want to take with you. Granny Martin has a room that you can have so I think we should go over to her place, look the room over and, if you like it, move you in. After that, you will be free to do whatever it is that you had in mind. Okay?"

I nodded and added, "I might as well take all that I brought with me. It isn't much, but that might save us a trip back across the street." 

I knew that Granny Martin's rooming house was on the opposite side of the street from Thelma's place and just a few doors down. It was a huge place and it set back from the street. There were three steps leading up to the top of what passed for the lawn and then five more up to the porch. Like Jesse's house, there was a veranda running around three sides of the house. The entire edge of the veranda ceiling was covered in an imitated lace-like wood border.

We didn't have to knock for, as we approached the front door, it suddenly opened to reveal a very stout, matronly old woman. Thelma spoke,

"Granny, we have come over to look at that room you said you had. Is it still available?"

"Sure is and I think you are going to like it. It's on the second floor at the very back. That way, you'll have windows on two sides. You won't be able to see the street, but there's never anything going on out there so you won't be missing anything."

While Granny was speaking, she was leading us into the entryway and up a flight of broad Victorian stairs. I was extremely amused for not only was she wearing a kilt-tail arrangement but both she and Thelma were preceding me so I was busily looking at two very bare, old asses. I don't know if it was the effect of those tails, but both of those pony girls swished their hips from side-to-side in a daring come-hither manner as they climbed the stairs. A strange thing occurred when we were about halfway up the stairs. Unconnected to the discussion and any other event, Thelma's hand slid up under Granny's short kilt and her fingers began stroking Granny's cunt! That, in and of itself, would have been weird, but the total lack of reaction by both Thelma and Granny was unmistakable. Neither one of them evinced any sign of embarrassment or unease! They unconcernedly continued onward, discussing the current events of Leverton while all the time Thelma's fingers were maintaining a steady drum beat inside granny's cunt! I was staring at this odd action as we entered the room Granny was intent upon showing us. 

The room was as Granny had described it and I fell in love with it at once. I looked everything over, especially the large window that faced out upon the hillside behind the house,

"Granny, is that a trail going up over that mountain?"

"Yes, it surely is. You've got a keen eye. That used to be the trail from East Leverton over the mountains to West Leverton, but, since the other Leverton has sunk into practically nothing, the trail isn't used much these days. If, someday, you want to hike it, West Leverton – or what's left of it – is about eight miles that way. It isn't a bad hike so you might enjoy it."

"What is there to see in West Leverton?"

"As I said, not much. There is a saw mill and lumber yard about five miles the other side of West Leverton, but the hike to the mill isn't really worth it. There is one building in West Leverton that is still intact. The government uses it as a storage depot. Our merchants either go over there or have someone take their requests and leave them. Then some time later, a government truck will show up and unload our supplies. This Leverton is a very simple-living town as you know by now so we don't have a lot of extravagant requirements. The government keeps us very well supplied."

I was certain that there was more that Granny wasn't telling me, but I didn't push it. Before either of them could begin a sale's pitch, I spoke and told Granny that I would take it. The smiles on both faces told me that I had done the right thing. I parked my one suitcase in the closet and we all started back downstairs. Our trip downstairs was almost a replay of the trip up to the room only this time Granny's hand and fingers were returning the favor of cunt stimulation to Thelma. I had come to know that the females of Leverton were all oversexed, but even that didn't fully explain these kinds of actions.

"Oh Maggie, I forgot to tell you. Wilma sent word this morning that she was ready for you. So it might be best if you went over to her place and not back to Thelma's." I nodded in acceptance. All the while, I wondered at the speed and thoroughness of the unofficial communications in this town and, just how in hell did Wilma know I would be here and not at Thelma's?

A short time later, I stood in front of Wilma's dress shop. I'll have to admit that I was not in the least eager to enter this place of horrors especially after the pain I had endured the first time I visited here. Of course I knew I couldn't just stand here forever and that, sooner or later, I was going to have to enter. With a deep sigh of regret, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. As before, the place was only faintly lighted, but I expected this so I wasn't upset by this. I walked through the shop portion of the store and pushed aside the curtain that separated the shop into two parts. I don't know if that woman had spent the entire morning waiting upon my arrival, but, when I got there, she was once more seated in that huge, royal-type chair. This time her feet were drawn back with just her heels resting on the chair seat. This caused her legs to be spread widely apart and it exposed her cunt to my view. I stood and the two of us looked at each other for some time. Then I sensed her mind control begin working upon my will. The same table was just in front of where I stood and, as I got her mental message, I looked down. There, on the table top, lay a black horse's tail and the ubiquitous jar of grease!

I stared at this thing even though I had just seen two exactly like it. It was a perfect duplicate of the tails that Thelma and granny had been sporting. This thing was at least twenty inches long and its' end was mated to a somewhat strange looking device. I knew it at once as the butt plug that was going to hold that tail tightly against my ass. This thing was made of a shiny, silver metal substance. From tip to tip it was about six inches long. The front end of this thing was a cone-shaped formation that tapered to a point. This pointed portion was connected to a round flange by a length of silver metal. It wasn't difficult to determine how this monstrosity was intended to work. The conic portion was to be inserted into my ass as far as it would go or at least until the flange was flush against the entrance to my ass The rod that ran between the front and the rear was designed to allow the butt of the cone to pass through my sphincter and act as a stop so that the tail would not easily be dislodged. The tail was made of a fine grade of what I took to be horse hair and it felt smooth and soft. As soon as I had looked this thing over, I glanced up at Wilma. Her eyes caught mine almost immediately and I knew what she was telling me to do. I tried to stare her down, but that was a useless gesture on my part. So, I looked down, picked up the conical end of the tail and began greasing it. I knew, from my previous experience, to grease this thing very thoroughly. When I was satisfied that it was ready, I once more looked up at Wilma. She gave me the universal, 'finger up the ass' gesture so, using both hands, I positioned the tail cone so that just the nose was touching my tight little ass hole.

I took in a deep breath and began applying pressure to the rounded end of the cone. Now I knew why I had been made to go through that awful exercise with that torture device because this thing would not have otherwise slid easily up into my ass. I pushed even harder and finally felt my puckered hole begin to relent and open to accept this thing. The passage of this device into and up my ass channel was not without some difficulty and a fair amount of pain. However, once it was past my sphincter muscle, it slid into me rather easily. So much so that I was surprised when I felt the rear flange touch my ass. Rather tentatively, I took my hands away and left this thing completely inside of me. Again, I was surprised at how well it fit my body. Wilma obviously knew her business.

Wilma's next signal was to tell me to walk around. I started out very easy, but, as I took more and more steps, I became more confident and I gradually began assuming my normal walking gait. I would never have admitted to anyone, but the rocking motion of the head of the cone while in my ass was exciting. I made several circuits about the room and my libido was rising with each step. I stopped and stood absolutely still for I was close to having an orgasm. Slowly, the excitement inside my bowels eased as I stared into Wilma's eyes.

"I feel like an animal!"

"Of course you do and that is because you are an animal. You are my animal. My pussy cat. Isn't that true?"

I stared at her for the longest time while I slowly came to the conclusion that yes that was true. Somehow, the wearing of my tail – now I thought of it as being a part of me – had bound the two of us in some kind of weird, eerie, non-human relationship.  

Wilma's fingers began stroking her cunt lips. The directive was obvious.

Slowly, I knelt before her and, on all fours, approached her as any animal might do. My will was not my own and I only halted when my mouth and nose neared her cunt. Suddenly, I was struck by another realization. I could not only smell the scent that was coming from her cunt, but I felt it drawing me to her. Thelma's tale about the scent of females in heat and the pheromones they emitted was being proved to me in a most dramatic manner. I could not keep myself from assaulting her in a sexual manner. My tongue shot out and I licked her cunt lips from their bottoms to her clit. The taste was invigorating and it drove me onward in the search for more such pleasure. I reached up and used my thumbs to pull her cunt lips open. I could feel the warmth of her body and I saw the beaded jewels of her juices glistening along her cunt walls. I lapped them up as though I were a thirsty desert dweller.

She draped her legs over my shoulders and, using her heels pulled me even tighter against her cunt. I pushed my tongue into her cunt as deep as I could and felt her shudder with the effect that caused. For some strange reason, I felt that we were unified as one creature! I sucked and I licked and I sensed what she was experiencing as she began to approach her climax. With an abrupt movement, she erupted and her ejaculate flooded my open mouth. I felt it as it slid down my throat and into my belly. There was a pleasant warmth that existed from my mouth to my belly! I didn't attempt to pull my mouth away from her sopping cunt and somehow Wilma managed to slide under me and turn us both so that we were in the 69 position. If my mouth hadn't been occupied with her cunt, I would have screamed with joy and excitement when her tongue began returning the favor of licking my cunt.

That wasn't the only thing she did to me. I felt her exert a slow pulling on my new found tail! She pulled the butt plug out of me until only the bare tip was still encased inside of my puckered hole. She paused while I tried to fathom what her intentions were and then she drove that plug completely back into my ass! I didn't know that my tongue and my ass were connected, but the force of that thrust caused my tongue to extend beyond what had heretofore been my limit. Our joint actions became more and more frenzied from that point on. 

I was astonished by the physical strength Wilma demonstrated. At one point, she stood erect and held me against her body in an upside-down position! I clasped my arms about her hips and continued sucking her cunt! 

It was late afternoon when we broke our embrace and parted to lay side-by-side on the floor. The roots of my tongue were sore and paining me and my ass was in much the same state from her constant fucking of it with that damned butt plug. I hadn't the slightest idea of how she felt and, what's more, I didn't give a damn! Both of us were breathing hard and it took several minutes for our respiration rate to become normal. Wilma rolled over onto her side and stared into my eyes.

"Your pussy belongs to me! And, you are my pussy cat. The feline basis for your existence has been awakened and you are now more animal than human!"

As I looked into her eyes, I realized that what she was saying was, indeed, true. Somehow, I knew that all of my human inhibitions had left me. I could engage in this kind of brutal, lascivious sex without any sense of shame, guilt or sin. I didn't voice my answer to her question. Instead, I lazily extended my hand and began rubbing her puffy cunt lips. That gesture, coupled with my smile, was all that she required.

After another few minutes, I rolled over and got up. I was just about to leave when Wilma stopped me.

"Wait up, Pussy. There are some other things that we must do. Get up onto the table on your back."

I looked at her in a questioning manner, but, when she made no move to undo her order, I slid onto the table.

"Pull your legs back over your head as far as you can."

I did this and the next thing I knew she had fastened my legs by means of straps so that I could not let them down onto the table. Next, she tied my hands in the same fashion. I was anchored to that table and was unable to move in any way or direction.

"We are going to open one of your inside channels that most human females never use yet it can result – or so I am told – in some of the most exciting orgasms. There will be a little pain, but you should be able to weather that with practically no difficulty."

I could lift my head so that I could watch some of what she was doing. First, she inserted a dildo into my cunt until I winced as it hit my cervix. She withdrew it and carefully measured the apparent depth of my cunt. Next, she inserted a measuring rod that was hardly more than a thin wire. This, she maneuvered all around my cervix until it entered the small opening that led to my uterus. She made certain, by comparing the length of this rod to the depth of my cunt that she was truly inside my uterus. I was squirming as the tip of that thin wire brushed repeatedly across the inner surface of my uterus. She had said that there would be some pain and she was not mistaken. I was hurting.

I expected her to pull that wire thing out of me, but she didn't. Instead, she produced another implement that was hollow in the center and slightly larger than that first wire. This she slid onto the wire which resulted in guiding it straight down to the small uterine opening. A not-too-gentle push and this second device was also inside my uterus! This procedure was repeated time and time again and each time the outer diameter of the device was increased. Finally, she held up what I took to be the last device and I gasped for it was the size of a male's penis! Much to my dismay, she proceeded to push this, too, through that small opening and into my uterus.

"Pussy, I have been told that an orgasm in the uterus is the most powerful of all orgasms. What I have been doing is to enlarge your opening so that the next male who fucks you can thrust his cock head all the way up into your uterus. You will thank me for this."

The only thing for which I was thankful was the fact that she now removed all of these devices from my insides.

"You may leave now, but you must come back tomorrow and for several days after that until this opening is sufficiently large and REMAINS that way. Soon, we shall pollinate you!"

I didn't like the sound of any of this, but I was too sore in any number of places to offer her any objection.

For a few seconds, I was really unsteady upon my feet, but then I regained my balance and, without looking back, I left the store. I stood for several minutes on the sidewalk and got my bearings back. I was amazed by one thing. There were a number of females on the street and every one of them, without exception, was sporting their horse's tails. It dawned upon me that they had all been waiting for me to truly become one of them before displaying their usual attire. I made my way across the street to Granny's and up to my newly acquired residence. With a huge sigh, I extracted my own horse's tail and then I collapsed upon the bed and tried to stifle the pain and upset stomach I was feeling. Just before falling to sleep, I was reminded of Wilma's parting remark. What in hell had she meant by, 'pollinating' me? Surely she meant impregnating me. Or, did she? I must have fallen asleep for the next thing I knew Granny was shaking my shoulder and telling me that dinner was ready.

Since all of the other boarders at Granny's were teachers from the school, the conversation around the table was concerned primarily with tales of the weird things that had happened this day in their classes. 

However, Granny did find time to lean over and tell me, 

"Each one of us has gone through Wilma's training course so we all know how you feel and none of us will be hurt if you excuse yourself and go upstairs and make an early night of it."

I didn't need a second offer and, in minutes, I was stretched out sound asleep on my bed.

Wilma and I met every morning for the next few weeks so that she could continue her efforts to modify my inner sexual organs. My afternoons were spent on the prowl for male cocks. I made a stop at every business in Leverton and fucked each and every male I found – some of them several times! Gradually, the pain stopped and the dildo became easier for me to accept in my body. Finally, on one such visit, Wilma smiled at me and told me that our work was done.

"Are you sure?"

"If you don't think so, try this dildo in your cunt. It is the exact same size as most of the cocks in Leverton." That huge thing fit within me perfectly. "Now, sweet pussy, get up and go fuck yourself silly."

I slid off the table and started for the door.

"Hey! Wait just one minute, sweet pussy. "

I turned and looked at her with a question in my eyes.

"I am only lending that dildo to you! I am not giving it to you so please leave it behind!"

With a smile upon my face, I reached down and pulled the dildo free of my cunt. As usual, it made a decided, 'pop' as it cleared my cunt lips. That sound caused us both to roar with laughter. 



The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 06



The days in Leverton were a lot like being on a continuous vacation – one day blended into the next so it was easy to lose complete track of time. So it was, on one morning as I sat down at the breakfast table, I was really surprised to hear the teachers talking about graduation and that it was imminent. That was my first indication that the year was half over and that I had been in Leverton for over five months! Then, as I was buttering my toast, Granny came up alongside of me and laid a folded piece of paper by my plate. One of the teachers immediately called out,

"Oh, oh Missy Nurse got her call to Jesse's, too."

I was at a complete loss as to what she meant until I unfolded the paper and read,

"Jesse's at 10:30."

I looked up to see every face turned towards me. As I stared into all of those eyes, I was frantically trying to recall just what this meant. Then it hit me! This was the summons for the annual alien implantation! I was expected to come as I had been told so that I could be fucked by an alien! One of the more mature teachers spoke up and said,

"Don't feel bad. We all got the same invitation only we are staggered about a half hour or forty-five minutes apart. And I'll have to admit that we stole a glimpse at what yours said so we know that you follow Janet."

The woman she was talking about was one of the two younger teachers. All of the others were within ten or fifteen years of my age. I glanced over at the two younger women and noted that they both were a little pale. I wasn't totally relaxed myself.

"Shall we go as a group?"

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary or advisable. Other wise, the ones scheduled for later will just have to wait on Jesse's porch. Fifteen minutes before your scheduled time should be ample."

I agreed with her logic so I nodded in acceptance of her plan.

I finished my abbreviated breakfast and fooled around for some time until at last, I felt it was safe for me to walk down to Jesse's house. I got there at about ten minutes after ten. One of the younger teachers was still sitting there on the porch awaiting her summons. She looked relieved to see another sacrifice arriving.

"Ellen hasn't come out yet."

I merely nodded and sat down next to her. I hadn't any more than gotten down when the door burst open and a young black woman emerged. She was half carrying the other teacher and she walked her over to the porch railing. She just made it. The young teacher leaned over the railing and began vomiting! The black woman looked at the two of us and told us, 

"This does happen to some of the women, but it is rather unusual."

The young woman rose, threw back her shoulders and gave forth with the most animalistic yowl I had ever heard. I watched as she started down off the porch and it was then that I saw another sight that really frightened me. A large crowd had gathered a short distance from the porch and they were all staring intently at the woman. The thing that was really unusual was that the crowd was made up of only men! As soon as the woman stepped down off the porch, the men immediately grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Three men pounced upon her and began frantically fucking her! From where I was sitting, I could see directly into the woman's face. She had a beatific smile upon her face and, from time to time, she emitted what could only have been characterized as a contented feline growl! The young black woman told those of us remaining,

"She in heat! You be in heat, too after Jesse fuck you!" 

If that statement was meant to calm our jangled nerves, it failed miserly. The black woman reached own and helped the other waiting woman to her feet and the two of them went into the house. The next hour was one of the longest I have every experienced. It seemed endless and I had begun to wish that I had stayed at Granny's for a much longer time when the door opened and the black and the second teacher emerged. This time the teacher was walking unaided, but there was absolutely no color in her face. I didn't have too much time to think on this as the black woman grabbed my arm and began hustling me into the house.

The inside of the house was almost totally dark. I could just make out two figures who seemed to be busy at something on a huge table. As the woman walked me closer, I was startled to see that the two figures were, in fact, Granny and Thelma and that there was an immense lump of something laying on the table! The table was easily eight feet long and the lump – whatever it was – completely filled it! I was led along one side of the table to a position close to what I assumed was the head of this beast. I glanced quickly at the belly of the creature and saw a long black appendage that looked like a great hose. I stared in disbelief as Granny reached over, took hold of this hose-like thing and held it aloft. Thelma quickly stepped in beside her and, using both hands, began applying a grease-like substance along the entire length of this horrendous thing. I stared intently at this thing and realized that it wasn't a hose at all! It was an immense cock! I was so entranced with what I was seeing that it took me several seconds to realize that the woman was talking to me.

"You get up on this stool. Throw one leg over and then squat down. Put knees in these little knee-pads. I make sure you in proper position."

Somehow, I was able to fight off my trepidation and do as she had instructed me. As I crawled across this huge body, I looked directly down into its' face. It was the most horrible face I have ever seen. Two slits that I took to be its' eyes followed my every movement. Fear swept through me and I halted without completely getting my leg across that immense body. The black woman stepped in immediately and forced my leg into position. It was then that I realized that the knee pads were in fact little movable trays that slid along the length of the table.

"You turn head!"

As the helper said this, she twisted my head so that I was looking to one side. There was a large standing mirror positioned so that I was seeing the entire panorama. By this time, my vision had improved to where could make out most of what was happening. With my chest pushed tightly down to the chest of the creature and my knees elevated, my ass was in an extreme upraised position! I almost screamed at what I then saw in that mirror. Thelma and Granny were supporting that huge cock in their hands and they were moving it straight in between my legs and ass cheeks. Their intentions were obvious! There was a sound of people moving and, as I watched, Thelma and Granny relinquished their position to the black woman and they, in turn, moved up along side of me. Granny took hold of my left shoulder and Thelma grasped the right shoulder. Thelma leaned over close to my ear and whispered, "Relax. Don't fight us." When they were in position, they both began pushing me backwards and I suddenly knew why those weird knee pads were in fact on rollers.

I felt the nose of that cock touch my puckered hole and, almost at once, it penetrated into my ass! Now I knew why Wilma had spent so much time enlarging my ass hole. I watched, incredulously, as the black woman fed inch after inch of that huge cock into my ass. I felt my belly being enlarged by the inner pressure that I was being subjected to. It was an enema only the water had been replaced by a huge cock! That masochistic female kept pushing more and more cock into me. I felt certain that it would not be able to go beyond the bend in my colon. I was wrong! Somehow, when it reached the point where the colon bends to traverse across the belly, the three of them began working as a team. Granny and Thelma were both rocking my torso from side to side and the black was, at the same time, twisting that enormous cock! Somehow, the three of them managed to twist and turn that thing until it had passed that obstruction and was now progressing towards the other side of my belly.

I couldn't help myself. The pain and the thought of what they were doing to me caused me to scream.

"Stop! Stop! Oh GOD! Please Thelma, stop! You are tearing me apart! Don't you have any consideration or pity? Stop it dammit! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

They had reached the other corner in my colon where it bends downward towards the connection with my guts. I was a whimpering mass of pain and I was certain that this torture was never going to end. Finally, the black beastly torturer stopped pushing that cock into my ass and Granny and Thelma let go of my shoulders. As I lay there breathing hard to keep from passing out, I realized that they had only stopped because they had pushed that cock through my belly as far as it would go! My whole body was quivering from the effects of having that monster intrusion in my guts! I had reached a point where I had begun to worry about the pain when they began attempting to pull that cock out of me!

There was a sudden movement inside of me and I felt that cock begin the spasms that signified ejaculation! Not only were they going to ruin my entire ass channel, but they were about to permit this beast to explode his sex cream deep in my belly! I felt a warm gush and knew that it had just climaxed! I wasn't the least bit prepared for what happened next. As that warm fluid spurted into me, I, too, climaxed! My entire body reacted to this invasion and spurting jism by sending electrical shocks along my total nervous system. My thighs and legs began quivering and my stomach muscles began convulsing. This time I was screaming, but it was not from pain. I was screaming because of the intense pleasurable effects of an extremely massive climax!

Thelma and Granny must have had a lot of experience at doing this for, as my climax hit me and I began quivering with sensual delight, they aided the black woman in smoothly and quickly extracting that cock from my body. When, at last, the spasms of my climax abated and moved away from my body like waves upon the shore, I knew that the cock had been removed. I lay there breathing very hard and tried to recover my senses.

The black woman assistant was urging me to get up and get off the table. Once I was standing alongside the table, things began to come into focus. Somehow, the two of us made it out of the house and onto the porch. Men were still engaged in fucking the young teacher, but I couldn't be bothered with what was being done to her.

"You may sit here for a while if you feel the need."

"Thanks, but I think I will go back to my room." 

As I attempted to move down off the porch, I held onto the small banisters lining the steps for dear life. But, I made it and, somehow, reached the sidewalk and turned towards Granny's. I was still experiencing tunnel vision so I wasn't seeing anything at all outside of dead ahead. So, it came as a total surprise when I felt a hand take hold of my arm.

"Maggie, I think a glass of some of my special wine would greatly improve your chances of getting home."

I looked blindly from side-to-side before I understood that it was Henry Kilgallen talking to me.

"I've seen many of the women come out of Jesse's place after being pollinated and I know just what it is that they need."

By this time, he had steered me into his place of business which, incidentally, was the mortuary! He took my useless clothing from my hands and dropped them on the floor. Somehow, my nakedness felt perfectly normal. He led me over to a very comfortable looking chair, saw that I was seated and then disappeared for a few minutes. When he returned, he was carrying two glasses of wine.

"Here. This will settle most of the upset in your belly."

I thankfully took the glass he offered and tasted the wine. Henry was exactly right. As my first sip of wine flowed down into my stomach, I could feel all of the tension, fear and loathing slip away.

"If you are like most mature women, by this time you are challenging yourself and saying to your self, how could I let someone do such a heinous thing to me? Well, Maggie, you aren't the first nor will you be the last to undergo that pollination ritual."

I stared at him for the longest time. Somehow, his comment was not comforting and I was wondering just what this, 'pollination' nonsense was all about.

"Mr. Kilgallen, you are the second person to make a remark about, 'pollination'! Now, just what in the hell do you mean?"

He began laughing and, before I knew what I was doing, I started laughing as well. That laughter broke the wall of self-pity and shame that I had constructed about me and I truly began my return to normality. Henry let our amusement subside and then he began telling me a story.

"Maggie, many years ago when Leverton was first established, those of us who come to earth from places far out in space attempted to breed our species with you earth females. From the records that those first travelers left behind, I have been able to discern that these inter-species breeding attempts were dismal failures. Yet they did have one positive result. Somehow, those individuals discovered that the sex that they had performed with the earth females had resulted in a form of an infection. The earth females couldn't be bred so as to produce some kind of joint creatures, but they, the earth females, could sustain and even grow a form of fungus! And it was discovered that most of the travelers had imported the spores of this fungus in or on their own sex organs! Other than being a nice scientific discovery, this fact would have been of no interest to the space travelers - EXCEPT – and that is a very big exception – this particular fungus was extraordinarily valuable on several of the planets from which these travelers came!

Well, you can imagine what developed next. An immediate effort was begun to, 'farm' you earth females. At first, everything worked well. The fungus thrived in the bodies of the earth females and they themselves seemed to thrive as the fungus matured. Trouble arose when the space travelers attempted to harvest the mature fungal plants. They attempted to remove every vestige of the fungus from the bodies of the earth females. This failed because it resulted in the deaths of most of the fungus carriers. Obviously, this farming of the fungus would never be successful if the host bodies died as a result. The various earthen governments complained and threatened to stop any arrivals from space using force if necessary. Fortunately, a second procedure was discovered and put into operation and it is that procedure that we use today."

"So, now you are using us as farm animals in order to grow this damned fungus?"

"Yes, in a true sense, we are, but what had been discovered and what led to today's procedures was a totally unsuspected condition. You see, Maggie this is not just a one-sided process. Both of us receive benefits from this joint venture. The surgeons of that time discovered that they could retrieve most of the fungal growth without any damage to the earth females. So, rather than lose the whole future crop, they decided to settle for ninety percent of the present-day crop. Their planetary inhabitants got a steady supply of the fungus and the earth females lived happily ever after – as one of your children's stories would have it."

"That's just great! You creatures get what you want, but I don't hear anything about what we humans got in return. Or, are we just supposed to be happy and grateful that you have selected us poor idiots to have something the size of a fire hose being pushed into our asses so you can get your rare fungus!"

"No, Maggie that isn't it at all. Your benefit will become evident in the next few weeks. You see, what those early pioneers learned was that you earth females have an innate sexual affinity for the effects generated by this fungus. Soon, the spores that have been implanted in your bowels will begin to germinate and then you will move onto a different plane – as it were. You may have judged yourself to be one of the sexiest of females on the earth, but, to use an old stage expression, you ain't seen nothin' yet! These fungal spores will exude a chemical that will react with your nervous and sexual systems as though it were a powerful aphrodisiac. And this, your private aphrodisiac, will be administered to you every hour of every day so long as you live! Achieving orgasm will become not just a fun thing to do, but also a huge necessity!

You and I haven't spoken much during the short time you have been in Leverton, but I know from what others have said about you that you are a very intelligent woman. By now, you must have realized what it is that makes Leverton the sex capital of the world. It is the farming, the reaping and the enjoyment of the effects of this fungus!"

We sat in complete silence for a very long time while I attempted to digest all that Henry had revealed to me. I couldn't help but wonder what a daily dose of an aphrodisiac would be like. To be honest, just the thought of that happening to me was making my cunt juice. I felt a startling amount of sexual arousal deep within my belly. I had to fight the temptation to scream out my feelings of sexual desire to the world. Then, Henry lowered the boom on me!

"As with all things, this situation is not without its' drawbacks. The people of Leverton can never leave this enclave."

"Why not?"

"Two reasons. First, once you experience the effects o f this fungus – particularly the effects upon your libido – you will have to recognize the fact that you can never find another earth community that will tolerate the extremely liberal attitude towards sexual matters that you have even now developed. So, life outside of Leverton is all but impossible. Secondly, your government would not permit any of the Leverton inhabitants – whether male or female - to rejoin the, 'normal' community. What was the name of that terrible woman who spread disease wherever she went? Oh, yes. Typhoid Mary. You see Maggie, we infect the females of Leverton with the fungus and they, in turn, infect the males so everyone in Leverton carries some measure of the fungus infection. Your government could not tolerate letting this type of plague hit their communities. You would be hunted own and either returned to Leverton or....."

There was no need for him to complete that sentence.



The Adventures of Sister Margaret Ch. 07



We sat for some time in complete silence while I considered and digested what Henry had just said. I now realized that I had always harbored a secret thought that –someday – I might decide to leave Leverton. Now I knew that this was all but impossible! Henry broke our silence by asking me to tell him all that had happened this morning. I hesitated for I was reluctant to reveal what had been done to me and how I had reacted to such things. However, after some more prompting, I began outlining for Henry what my morning had been like. I spoke really slowly at the outset, but, as my story began to unfold, all of the gory and shameful details seemed to just pour out of me. I felt a sudden sensation around my cunt and, as I looked down at myself, I was astonished to see that I was blithely rubbing my cunt! My heels had somehow gotten up onto the chair and my cunt was blatantly open to all who cared to see. In some crazy way, this impulsive action made it easier for me to tell my story. 

"So you see I wasn't traveling on all cylinders when you grabbed my arm and I'm not certain that I would have been able to make it to Granny's and my bed."

He was silent again for a considerable period of time. Then, when he did begin to speak, he caught me completely by surprise.

"Maggie! Maggie! Maggie! Stop this nonsense. I don't care that you are lying to me, but I do care when I know that you are lying to yourself! The details that you have laid out for me in all that gory minutia are not really what occurred!"

I was aghast that he should have called me a liar when he wasn't even in attendance during my debasement.

"Maggie, if you are ever to complete your transition from civilized human to uncivilized animal, you must be honest with yourself!"

"Alright, Mister know-it-all. Suppose you tell me your version of what I experienced in Jesse's house."

"Fine. I shall gladly do so. First off, you may have been apprehensive as you say you were, but most of that apprehension came from the desire in your gut. You are intelligent enough to have come to the conclusion that somehow or in some way Jesse was going to fuck you this day. I think that you have always secretly hoped for that to happen especially since the day that you saw the snakes in Jesse's tank. I think that deep in your belly you have always wondered what it would feel like to have something like that in your gut. So, when you climbed up on that table, your cunt was already wet - so wet that you were probably leaving a trail of cunt juice across Jesse's body. And, the nearer you came to realizing your deep felt desire, the more excited and apprehensive you became. By the time you got into position astraddle of Jesse's body, you had almost reached the point of climaxing!

I'm certain that this next part of your story was probably correct, but it didn't occur quite how you have described it. Either Thelma or Granny did lean down and whisper something to you, but it wasn't what you have told me. They probably said: Reach back and take hold of Jesse's organ. Make sure you guide it straight into your anus. And, when we tell you, twist and turn your hips so that Jesse's organ will make the turn in your gut!

That is the correct message you received, isn't it?"

I gulped and I could not answer him. I would have had to admit that he was right! So, he continued,

"Then, you took hold of Jesse's organ and put the head squarely against your anus! You were surprised at how soft the skin of Jesse's organ felt and how smooth it was. You may have paused for one last fleeting moment before you began to push yourself back onto Jesse's organ. Then you began the inch-worm movements. You would lift up your hips as much as you could and then, while holding Jesse's organ firmly in both hands, you would let yourself slide back onto it. With each humping movement, another two or three inches of cock slid up and into your anus. Oh, I don't doubt that you screamed just so the others would know how much pain and agony you were feeling, but the truth is you felt amazingly good as more and more of Jesse's organ slid into your anus. You would have rammed it all inside of your anus if that had been possible. You must have sensed – on the day of your arrival – that something of this order awaited you here and now it was coming to pass! Tell me, did you have to hold your climax in check? I'm sure that you were the most surprised one in the room when you felt that first massive climax begin its' ascension into your belly. I can almost hear your thoughts:

"This can't be happening to me! It is not possible to have an orgasm that results from the stimulation of your anus. Normal, ordinary females just don't experience things like this!"

"Still, you couldn't deny that your orgasm was getting more and more insistent. As Jesse's cock slowly disappeared into your anus, I'll bet that the thought occurred to you,

"And I can do this every time it is offered!"

"And then, all of Jesse's cock was inside of you and you and Jesse were as one. That must have been a new experience for you. You and Jesse were bound together by foot after foot of her organ. For the first time in your life you were truly united with another living creature. That feeling must have been exciting! But then, those spoilsports began puling Jesse's cock out of you and you had to leave. You weren't so much upset as you were disappointed at feeling her cock sliding out of your anus and realizing that your morning's fun and games with Jesse were over."

"Well, if you know so much, why did you ask me to tell you what I experienced?"

"I wanted to test you. If you had told me the truth of your experiences, I would have known that you have successfully made the transition from human to animal, but, since you made up your own version of what happened, I now know that you still have some distance to go! You are not yet ready to make the final jump from human to animal. Yet you witnessed that very transformation this morning. That young teacher's actions that you described for me signified her transition from human to beast. She will always be completely beastly now and only partially human. She has experienced the sensations of her beastly, 'heat'! Something that you also shall experience."

Henry's audacity in declaring me a liar and his thoughtlessness in telling me that I was destined to experience a sexual, 'heat' made me exceedingly angry so I bolted up out of the chair and started for the door. Henry's voice stopped me before I could leave.

"Naturally Maggie, you are free to leave, but I want you to see something before you have completely decided to go."

Henry stood up and slowly and with a degree of menace, un-zippered the fly of his trousers. I didn't know it at that point but I was about to get another lesson of Leverton life. Henry reached into his now open fly and brought forth a very black cock. I almost laughed after having experienced four or five feet of Jesse's cock just an hour or so before because Henry's cock was at most only two or three inches long! Not only was it exceedingly small in length, but it was topped by an outsized head. That head looked as though someone had smashed a normal male's cock head with some kind of bat. It was flat, round and thick. A sudden realization hit me.

"Maggie, you can never hope to get that thing through your lips and into your mouth!"

This thought and the realization that I could even consider such a horrific action brought a blush of embarrassment to my cheeks.

At first, he merely held his cock between two of the fingers on his left hand. Then, as I stared in disbelief, it began to grow in both size and length. Very soon, Henry had to add more fingers in order to support the thing that was literally growing from his crotch area. These fingers were followed by his entire hand and this, in turn, was aided by the addition of his other hand. Even his two hands were not enough to completely obscure the head of his cock and soon a pronounced cock head was definitely visible above the level of his two hands!

I couldn't take my eyes off that majestic thing as it got bigger and bigger! I felt saliva drip from my mouth and I knew from the wetness on my thighs that my cunt was dripping, too. Somehow, my one hand slid back behind me and I began stroking my anus. I moved to insert one finger into my ass and was startled at what I found. My ass had always consisted of a small, puckered opening, but now it was a gaping hole perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. Not just one finger, but four went up into my anus easily. 

By now, I was gasping in an attempt to get my breath as Henry's cock continued to grow. It had attained a length that I estimated to be twelve to fifteen inches longer than his two hands. Some quick addition and I knew that I was looking at a cock that was somewhere in the vicinity of two feet long! I felt the first beginnings of a climax-rumble deep within my belly from just looking at this wonderful tool.

"If you want this, you must come and take it into your anus yourself."

Henry's sneering look and his supercilious attitude brought my anger to the fore once more. I turned on my heel and marched directly to the door. My parting remark was not very lady-like.

"After listening to your superior description of what you think I went through this morning, well you can just go to hell! I'm going home and get some rest and, as far that two-bit cock of yours, you will just have to fuck yourself!"

I couldn't help but take a long last look at that magnificent cock as I stormed out the door. My anger provided enough of an impetus that I traveled perhaps two hundred yards before my inner urgings began to take over. That cock had been so beautiful and, although it wasn't as big as Jesse's, it was truly a very large organ. I managed another ten or twenty yards before I came to a dead stop. The juice from my cunt was running down the insides of my thighs and there was a definite demand from my anus and my gut. I stood there trembling as I was pulled in two different directions. I hated Henry Killgallen. Of that, there was no doubt, but I desperately wanted the feel of that monster cock in my guts.

"Well Maggie, what shall we do? Go home for some rest or go back for still more fucking?"

I realized that I had turned and was now facing in the direction of Henry's mortuary. I took this to signify that I had made up my mind and I was determined to get more fucking. I started for Henry's rather slowly. I still wasn't certain that I wanted to surrender myself to this haughty bastard. But that cock! BY the time I reached the corner of his establishment, I was almost running. I burst through the door and was surprised to see Henry standing in the exact same position as I had left him – his marvelous cock still held out in front of him.

Neither one of us said a word as I walked into the mortuary. I moved across the room to a position directly in front of Henry. I looked into his eyes and knew, at once, what he wanted me to do. I slid slowly down onto my knees and took hold of his cock. I pushed my tongue out as far as it would go and began licking his cock. I licked his balls and along the stem of his cock until the whole thing was coated with my saliva. I didn't attempt to open my mouth and take that misshapen head into my throat for I knew that was impossible. When Henry's cock was thoroughly coated and slick, I turned around and presented my rear to his gaze. He uttered the first and only words that I heard.

"It is apparent that you have received your black worm!"

"Why? How can you tell?"

"You have the ever present black circle about your anus opening. Only those who have swallowed the black worm show that."

Suddenly, I remembered the dark circle I had noticed on Thelma's and Granny's asses. Now, from what Henry Killgallen's had said, I was marked in this same obscene manner!

"Maggie, pull the chair over in front of you and use that as your support."

I moved the chair as he had suggested and then turned my back to him again. I leaned forward until both of my tits were hanging over the back of the chair. I reached up and began twisting my nipples and a sudden burst of excitement blasted through my nervous system. In just a few minutes, both of my nipples were hard and standing erect. I stroked my tits and found that they, too, were firm with excitement. A few strokes of my tits and my nipples and I was as excited as I had been that morning sitting on Jesse's porch waiting to be fucked. Now, I was waiting again only, in this instance, it was I who was preventing my body's acceptance of Henry's cock. I began backing up towards his rampant cock and, as I had done at Jesse's that morning, I reached both my hands back behind me and took hold of his cock. It felt amazingly like Jesse's. It was smooth and soft and my excitement increased until I thought I might burst. I was leaning over the back of the chair and I knew that Henry was not going to do anything to further this penetration of my body and that I must, therefore, do it all.

I guided his cock head up to my open ass and moved just a fraction of an inch closer to him. This was close enough so that I felt the cock head pushing against my once-puckered ass hole. Jesse had done a very thorough job preparing my ass for just this sort of invasion. That massive, flat cock head pushed through my hole and into my sphincter without any trouble whatsoever. While enduring Jesse's fucking of my ass, I had been rather hesitant. Now, I knew what it was that I wanted so I pushed myself onto Henry's cock with a forceful and decided movement. I felt a wonderful sensation all through my guts. I pulled a little bit forward and let an inch or two of his cock slide back out before slamming myself back on it with all the force I could muster. I had to cry out for my impetuosity had resulted in not only a great feeling, but pain as well. I pushed back even more and I knew when I had reached the turn in my bowels. I began wiggling my hips and knees and, before I knew it, that cock head was past my turn and headed across my belly. Obviously, this was something more that Jesse had bequeathed me.

Henry's cock was almost completely inside of my ass. I could feel the stiff, wiry kind of pubic hair that surrounded his crotch area. Henry's words about being united with another creature came to my mind and I knew that this was a sensation that was not felt by very many people. I wasn't facing Henry, but we were tightly bound as if we had been tied with a stout rope. I slowly began sliding forward and letting his cock slide out of my ass. As I felt the head reach my sphincter, I stopped, took a very deep breath and then slammed back on his cock with all my strength! 

I growled as I felt it surge into my guts. Henry was correct once more. I was a beast! So, realizing this, I fucked him as an animal of the forest would fuck: with long, rapid and forceful strokes. My whole being was given over to this fundamental effort. 

Henry was unlike other, human males. He came and he came and he came and every time, I met his ejaculation with an inner eruption of my own. We didn't stop. Rather, I pushed the chair away and the two of us collapsed upon the floor. My breathing was harsh and rapid and it took me several minutes to regain my composure. Animal fucking was definitely harder upon your constitution than the much milder human variety.

"Care for another glass of wine?"

"I definitely think that would be a very good idea."

We sipped our wine sitting cross-legged upon the floor.

"Maggie, there are still a number of things that I need to tell you. Most of the cunts here in Leverton are only partial animals. The fungal presence in their guts keeps them sufficiently sexually excited that they think they have reverted to an animal status, but, in truth, they have not. Once every three years or so, they undergo a fucking by whatever creature is fulfilling the part of Jesse and this convinces them of their animal status. There are three females in this town who are true animals. Granny and Thelma are two of them and you shall make the third. An invasion of your body by Jesse's cock every three years will not be enough for you three. So, you will go into heat and Jesse will fuck you every six months! This will keep your animal instincts strong and virulent. But, with even this six-month fuck, your desire will not be appeased so you three will make visits here every week and Blake and I shall provide you with the fucking that you will require. We shall maintain a schedule for the three of you. You shall come here every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Granny will be scheduled – as she is now – for every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Thelma shall come here on the same days as you. We have never had to double up before, but Blake and I have talked it over and we think a foursome would be interesting and probably exciting. I have been talking with Wilma and she is working upon some devices that we could possibly use to bind the four of us together at one time. The others, Blake, Thelma and Granny have all given their blessing to this. What do you think?"

"Henry, I just have two thoughts. When do we begin!"

"You have already begun. Look out the window!"

When I turned and looked out of the window towards the street, I was astonished to see a crowd of males standing there. Each of them was stroking his cock and they were obviously waiting for me. I felt a sudden rush deep within my belly and I knew that I was truly in heat. I wanted every cock I saw!

Henry spoke and told me to go and meet my destiny. I rose, stepped to the door and, with a very defiant air, threw it open and stepped outside. I started running and for a few seconds I led the pack, but then one of the men grabbed my hip, swung me around and threw me to the ground! Like a pack of sex crazed tom cats, they were on me. I was immediately thrown to the ground and male cocks began pushing their way into me! Every opening was stuffed with a cock and I held two more in my hands! The mass of bodies – mine included – rolled in the dirt. The men each uttered his idea of a beastly growl! I heard myself emit a feline scrawl as I was fucked and fucked and fucked. My feline growls filled the quiet air. All in all, it was glorious!

Then, as quickly as they had come upon me, the men were all gone! I lay there groveling in the dirt with semen running from each of my orifices. I was totally spent and I just didn't have the strength to rise and go home. Then I felt a hand trying to lift my hips and a well-known voice was saying, 

"Get up on your knees!"

Somehow, I found the strength to comply with this order. I rested in a kneeling position for several minutes when suddenly I felt a horrible penetration of my ass hole.

"Oh," I whimpered. "Don't do that to me now. I am completely exhausted."

A voice that I recognized as belonging to Thelma told me to hold still. In a matter of a few seconds, something hard and cold had been inserted into my ass.

"Okay, pussy. You are ready to go home."

I looked around and saw that Granny and Thelma were on opposite sides of me and, when I glanced over my shoulder, I was pleased to see my lovely horse's tail swinging below my hips. We three mares started our trek to Granny's with our tails swinging out proudly behind us.