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The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 01

By: Pgup



I had seen my two aunts just once in my life and that was when they came back east for my mother's funeral. I was very unimpressed with them. They looked exactly like the type of country women that they were. The only thing missing from their attire were the sunbonnets that plains women are always shown wearing. The skin on their faces showed the ravages of years and years of exposure to bright sunlight and their hands were rough and calloused. Needless to say, I didn't spend a great deal of time in their company. As a result, I knew very little about them or their lives. So, the news of their sudden deaths and the summons from their local lawyer came as a tremendous surprise. The biggest surprise however, was the fact that they had left everything they owned to me! I had known that they were comfortably off, but, imagine my surprise when I found that they were both multi-millionaires! I wasted very little time in quitting my job and I began what I thought would become a life-long vacation.

Part of my legacy was some kind of country lodge. The Lodge at Murdock Crossing, to be more specific. I had no idea where or what that establishment was so, when the lawyer suggested that I take some time and drive out west and look this place over, I jumped at the chance. Little did I know that this damned lodge was almost clear across the country!

Now, here I was, hot and tired and driving through some of the most barren country I had ever seen. Even though this was an inter-state highway, I hadn't encountered much traffic and I had not seen a single tree for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, some sign of civilization appeared. It was a sign and it read:

MURDOCK CROSSING

20 mi.

I breathed a sigh of relief for the end of my journey was at last in sight. As interested as I was in finding this God-forsaken place, I damned near missed it! As I was roaring along, I almost over looked another sign. This one was smaller than the first and it said:

MURDOCK CROSSING

And it had an arrow pointing to the right. I tromped on my brakes and swung into a dirt road. Almost at once, I found myself crossing a two-lane country bridge that had definitely seen better days. I stopped at approximately the mid-point of the bridge and looked in both directions. There was not a drop of water to be seen anywhere! I mused to myself, "No water so why the bridge?" After another few minutes of concentrated thought, I gave up on that problem and started on over the bridge. So far, there were no people or buildings to be seen. During my drive, I had been more or less mesmerized by the constant vision of brown scenery so that I had failed to realize that there were mounds in what I thought was perfectly flat land. As a result, the actual buildings of Murdock Crossing came into sight rather suddenly. If you have ever seen a B-class western movie, you have seen Murdock Crossing! The only things missing were the horses, the hitching posts and the wagons. Once more, I had to step on my brakes rather abruptly or I would have gone past the, 'MURDOCK CROSSING Café.'

Then, I received yet another surprise. Admittedly, the so-called parking lot for the café wasn't very large, but I had to drive around it three times before I located a spot in which to park my car! As I stepped out of my car, I couldn't help but stare at the other cars in the lot. They all sported out-of-state license plates! Some of those cars were from as far away as my home state! The surprises were not over, however. As I stepped into the café, I saw that there weren't any males present. The whole lot of customers were all female!

A Pleasant looking, bosomy woman came out from behind the lunch counter with what I took to be a menu in her hand. She gestured for me to follow her as she led to a table off to one side.

"Our lunch menu features country-fried steak and hash browns. It's pretty good if I do say so myself."

She made no attempt to hand me the menu so I assumed that I had a choice of one.

"That sounds good. I'll have that. With some iced tea. Driving out here can really make your throat dry."

Without any answer, she turned and walked away in the direction of what I took to be the kitchen. They must have cooked up a whole side of beef for she wasn't gone but a minute when she came back with a heaping plate of meat and potatoes. I knew that I could never eat all of that, but, it did smell good, so I thought I'd eat what I could. Once she put the plate down onto the table, she stood alongside the table -- obviously waiting for some sort of comment from me.

"For being this far off the road, you seem to get a good crowd."

"Yeah, we do. You plannin' to drive on this afternoon?"

"No, I'm planning to stop at the lodge. There is a lodge, isn't there?"

"Sure that's what all these gals are here for. If'n I were you, I wouldn't dilly-dally too long or there won't be any rooms available in the lodge. Do you know where it is?" I shook my head. "Well, in that case, turn left when you leave here and go about four miles thata way." She pointed in the direction that I had been heading when I entered this excuse for a town. Then, she added, "See that redhead over there?" Again, I nodded. ""She's driving the yellow Caddy and she's going to the lodge same as you. Jes' follow along behind her and you can't miss the place."

Since I didn't know just how soon that woman would be leaving, I scoffed down as much of my meal as I could stand so that I was ready to leave as she got up to go. I did drink all of the iced tea because my throat felt as though I had been hiking across the Sahara desert all morning. Then, as the other women got ready to leave, I rose, paid my bill and prepared to follow them. Just as I reached the door, the chesty waitress came up to me and said,

"If you are plannin' on staying the night at the lodge, ask them for a room in the guest cottages. That way, you can get your bearings and a good night's rest."

Before I could even speak to her, she turned and was gone. I couldn't try to follow her for an explanation for the caravan of cars was already pulling out of the parking lot. I got in my car, started it up and roared out after the others. They weren't racing, but they weren't dawdling along either. In a very short while, the string of cars began turning off the road and onto a dirt path that passed for a driveway.

MY first glimpse of the lodge was a shocker. It was definitely an antebellum mansion and, although it had been very well maintained, it still looked like a southern mansion right out of the Civil War. The train of cars pulled into the parking lot and stopped. All of the other women headed up onto the huge veranda and went in through the front door. A small battalion of females came from around the side of the house and began unloading baggage from the cars.

"You stayin' the night?"

I jumped in surprise for a youngish woman I had not seen had stuck her head through the passenger window and was addressing me.

"Yes, I am. That is if there are any rooms available."

"I don't handle that. The registration desk is straight inside. They can tell you. I'll wait here with your luggage until they decide what they are going to do with you."

All of the people I had met spoke as though they only had a limited number of words in their vocabulary and they weren't about to waste any of them. 

A very pleasant-looking woman came forward to meet me as I entered the foyer.

"Good afternoon. Welcome to the Lodge at Murdock Crossing. Do you have a reservation?"

"No, I'm afraid that I don't. I never thought that would be necessary."

"Oh, yes. The lodge is almost always completely booked. Do you wish to stay the night? If you do, I think I can find you a room in one of our guest cottages. Would that be suitable?"

"Yes, certainly. I'm tired of driving and I'd like a nice restful night."

As I said this, she gave me a really queer look before turning and heading towards the registration desk.

"Name?"

"Jenny Malloy. I'm from Philadelphia."

"We really don't need all of that information although I would like to see a driver's license or some other picture ID. If you will just sign here, the girl will show you to your room." And that was it! I was registered for the night!

The room I was to occupy was done up in a turn-of-the-century western motif. It wasn't exactly my thing, but it was nice nonetheless. At least it was clean. Very clean. I had seen a couple of women sitting out on what passed for a porch so, rather than begin unpacking, I thought I would try to start a conversation in the hope of getting some idea of the lay of the land.

"Hello. I'm Jenny. I have just arrived and it looks like we will be sharing this bungalow together."

"I'm Paula and this is Carol."

"You are not from around here?"

"No, I'm from Chicago and Carol is from Texas."

"Like me, you have had a long drive."

"Oh, we didn't drive. Our husbands flew us here in our family planes!"

That announcement floored me. These women must represent a lot of wealth in order to have their own airplanes. Even though I was not exactly penniless, I decided not to pursue that line of questioning any further.

"What sort of place is this? Is it all that good that you would fly halfway across America to get here?"

They both looked at me as if I were crazy. Then, Paula spoke, 

"You are obviously new to the lodge. How did you hear about this place?"

"Oh, I was driving cross-country to California and, when I saw the sign on the road, I just knew that I was too tired to dive any further. So, here I am. From the looks of this place, I should be able to get a good night's sleep."

Whatever I had said must have been funny for both of them burst out laughing.

"Honey, we are going home for that very reason! To get a good night's sleep."

I couldn't follow her meaning so I just stared like a dumb-struck idiot.

"Carol, do you think we should let her in on the secret or let her find out for herself?"

"Oh, Paula. Tell her, of course. Don't you remember how confused we were that first night? Go on. Help out this damsel in distress."

I couldn't fathom any of this and I certainly didn't feel like a, 'damsel in distress'. So, I waited.

"Carol, should I go all the way back to the curse?"

"Sure. Otherwise nothing will make any sense. Not that it does, anyway!"

"Okay. Here goes. Honey, you had better sit down. This will take some time in the telling." I found a chair and pulled it over next to where they were sitting. "This is the story as it was first told to me. Way back, in the late 1800's, there was an army major by the name of Murdock and he was leading a troop of soldiers on a mission to fight the Indians. It was mid-spring and that dry stream bed was running full of winter run-off. The soldiers couldn't get across so the few settlers who lived on this side of the river got there horses and wagons and ferried the troops across the river. The troops were camped on the hill where the lodge sets today. One of the settlers told the major that the Indians were going to attack them either that night or the next day so, he positioned his troops and waited. Sure enough, the Indians attacked and, since the troops were ready for them, they were mowed down. Every last man jack of them. However, one of them was the tribe's medicine man and -- so the story goes -- as he lay there dying, he put a curse on Major Murdock, his men and this place. As I was told, that old Indian told them that, from that time on, all of their men would become incompetent and -- this is the good part -- their women would grovel at the feet of his dead warriors and beg for their manhood! How do you like that?"

"Well, I guess that makes a good story, but I fail to see it's relevance to today."

Carol broke in and picked up the story. "Aw, honey. You obviously don't know that the lodge is haunted! Yes sirree, to this very day. The ghosts of those dead Indians haunt the rooms of the lodge! Oh, I can see that you don't believe me, but we'll both swear to the fact that it is true!"

"Carol is exactly right. In fact, this place should be named the, 'female's fantasy palace'. Honey, I can see that Carol and I have lost you and you probably won't believe what I am about to tell you, but, on the grave of my mother, I swear that it is the truth. Those dead Indian braves each haunt a particular room every night and they have their way with whichever female is assigned to that room. They don't just have sex with the female guests, but, somehow, they know what each woman's favorite sex fantasy is and they act it out! FOR ALL NIGHT! That's why Carol and I have to go home to get some rest! We are past the stage of groveling for this visit."

I could only gasp in amazement. Fortunately, I was saved by a young woman who announced dinner. I looked at Paula with a question in my eyes.

"First off, honey. There ain't no men here. Leastways, none that spend the night. And, because of the night-time frolicking with the ghosts, the lodge has a crazy eating schedule and dinner comes early. That's so the women can get a short nap before the sexual onslaught. The routine here is the reverse of what might have been your normal daily routine. You sleep and eat during the day and you ....well...you grovel all night! Believe me, it is great fun! Look. I can see that you think that we are just two middle-aged females who have gone off their rockers, but I have one final suggestion for you. Tonight, sometime after dark, sneak up close to the lodge and listen to the sounds coming from the throats of the female guests. Then, tell me those aren't the sounds of fucking! Oh, hell. You'll just have to see for yourself. Come on, Carol. It's practically time for dinner."

I watched in surprise as both women rose and began waddling off in the direction of the lodge. And, 'waddling' is an apt description for the manner in which both of them were walking. Both of them had bellies that made them look as though they were several months pregnant! What's more, they hadn't gone but a very few yards when I saw their hands surreptitiously slide downwards into their crotches and an agitated rubbing ensued. The last thing I heard them say wasn't directed at me, but was about me.

Carol said, "Just wait until that snooty female gets a taste of spirit balm! Her whole life will be changed forever!"

I followed the two of them into the lodge and ate my dinner. I was surprised by not only the number of women at the lodge, but, also, by the number of middle-aged and older women who -- if I believed Paula and Carol -- were preparing for a wild, riotous night of sexual adventures with the resident ghosts.

I returned to my assigned room and tried to rest. Unfortunately, my body and my psyche were both still on east coast time so I woke up rather early in the morning. In fact, the sun hadn't risen yet. As I lay in my bed luxuriating in the peace and quiet, I recalled things that Carol and Paula had told me. I had no doubt that they were just having some innocent fun at the expense of a newcomer. Still, they both seemed so sincere in what they were telling me. Finally, I could stand the suspense no longer so I slid out of bed, slid my feet into my slippers and tippy-toed across the intervening space between the guest cottages and the main lodge.

DAMN! They were right! As I approached the lodge, the noises I heard coming out of the open windows were patently the sounds of women being fucked and enjoying every bit of it! I crept around to the front door and was somewhat astounded to see it standing wide open. Then, I chuckled to myself for, who on earth would try to rob a haunted house? I stepped inside and the sex sounds became louder. I crossed the foyer and went up the stairs to the second floor. Once more, I was astonished to see that most of he doors to the rooms were open so that I was able to easily see what was going on inside them.

I stopped at the first open door and peered around the door jam. There was no artificial light in the room, but there was an almost unearthly glow surrounding the area about the bed. I could not restrain my gasp! There, in the center of the room, was a tall, slender woman. She was standing as though she had been crucified! Her head was thrown back and her arms were outstretched to their very limits. Her legs were spread so far apart that she was almost doing an airborne split! But, what really threw me for a loop, was the fact that her feet were at least three feet off the floor! That woman was suspended in the air!

That something was penetrating her body through her cunt was obvious for I could see her twitch and her hips were grinding like those of a burlesque queen. I could see a definite wave-like action move through her belly area in time with each bumping of her hips. It was equally obvious that something had emerged through her mouth for that, too, showed the effects of something pushing out through her mouth! I knew this wasn't possible, but the whole movement gave me the impression that something or someone was fucking this woman and whatever they were using to penetrate her body was long enough and pliable enough to span the distance from her cunt to her mouth! It just couldn't be! Still, the evidence was right in front of my eyes! I stood there transfixed when suddenly her torso began the tell-tale shuddering and clenching that foretold a climax. Whatever was controlling her body initiated a swirling motion and she began twirling in the air! It was as if she were mounted on some kind of huge wheel. All the while, the waves through her belly continued to progress up along her body. The biggest surprise was yet to come. MY GOD! THAT WOMAN IS SEVEN OR EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT! 

I found myself backing away from this grotesque sight. Then, when I turned around to proceed further along the corridor, I saw yet another open door. There was a woman in the room, only she was not standing. Rather, she was kneeling on all fours -- only her hands and knees, like the instance of that first woman, were not on solid ground! They were completely off the floor! As I stared into her unresponsive face, I noted that the lips of her mouth were formed into an oval shape and that her lips were being pushed inwardly into her mouth. Her hands looked to be gripping something in front of her face and this something was obviously being pushed into her mouth. Then, it dawned upon me! She was sucking a huge, invisible cock! Then, as she was slowly maneuvered around so that I was seeing her puckered hole, I saw that it, too, showed definite signs of being pushed outward by this huge, unseen cock! I could not ignore the movement of the edges of her puckered hole. What was more alarming was that I could actually see into her ass! Her hole was as big as the base of a wine bottle! The edges of this grotesque hole were pulsating as though something was passing in and out of her. She was sucking on the biggest cock I had ever seen. Then, of course, I realized that I couldn't really see this one! This woman, like the first one I had seen, was totally impaled and the cock that was impaling her ran completely through her body! I could only stand there and stare at this wild scene.

I finally regained enough of my composure that I could back out of that room. I fled down the hall towards another open door. I glanced in and saw that this room was empty. Just then, something took over control of my body. I couldn't feel hands upon me, but I knew that I couldn't move nor escape! I could only go in the direction that this unseen force wanted me to go. Abruptly, I was forced into a kneeling position and, like the other female, neither my hands nor my feet were touching the floor! I sensed a force grasping my buttocks and moving them further and further apart. Ghostly thumbs pried my ass hole open and I suddenly knew what was in store for me.


The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 01



I screamed out, "NO! NO! Please! Not there! I have never been used in that way! You will tear me wide open! OH, God! Doooonnnn'tttt..... dooo...."

There was a kind of tearing pain and I whimpered as my unseen attacker continued to spread my buttocks further and further apart. Then, I felt it! The only way in which I can describe what I felt was as though a blunt rod was being pushed up against my hole! It was too big! I knew that I could never accept this thing being pushed into me through my taut portal.

I screamed and pleaded with whatever was about to rape my ass again as the pain became even more intense. Surprisingly, it didn't seem the least bit foolish to be yelling at something that wasn't there, but I was so frightened by the prospect of having my guts ripped wide open that I acted upon impulse rather than rationality. It did me no good. The pressure increased and I felt my ass hole beginning to open. Pain shot through my entire body as that monster tool worked it's way slowly, but determinedly, into the opening of my ass. There was a pause when whatever was being forced into me encountered my muscle ring. That pause did not last for very long. All too soon, the pressure resumed. My pain increased with every millimeter of penetration. Finally, I couldn't stand any more so my body sagged! I was actually hanging off the end of this terrible thing! At that exact moment, the force burst through into my ass channel! Once more, I screamed in abject pain!

There was another minute pause and then the rod or force or whatever began an insidious slide up into my ass! It went deeper and deeper into my ass! In fact, in a very short while, it was deeper into my ass than I would have thought possible! Amazingly, it didn't stop! I thought it had reached the absolute point beyond which it could not go, but it did! I sensed it sliding up through my guts, my stomach, my chest until I felt it under my breast bone. In just a few seconds, it had pushed on upwards and through my throat and out of my mouth! Now, I knew! I was spitted on this awful ghostly cock-apparition!

I hung on this awful thing for a few short seconds and then I felt a new sensation. The post -- or whatever -- was not to be pumped in and out of me. Rather, it began a pulsating action that seemed to touch every sensitive, interior surface of my body. The strongest orgasm I had ever felt tore into me without any prefix or warning! I was coming through the stimulation of my ass! I wiggled on the end of this ghostly cock as every nerve ending in my body vibrated in ecstatic bliss! I was startled by the fact that the bliss of that first orgasm did not wane or stop. There was no end to my orgasm -- only a constant stream of uninterrupted pleasure. I heard a sound like a moan or a groan and it took me some time to realize that it was I who was groaning. At one point, I knew that I was being spun around on that wonderful cock so that I was suddenly looking at the ceiling. An evil face appeared and stared down at me. Slowly, a smile of possession spread across that face and sharp teeth appeared. There was a burning sensation on my belly just above my clit. I wasn't really aware of what was going on for my senses had left me. Later, I discovered that, at that minute, I had become a ghost's whore!



The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 02



"Glad to see that you are finally awake."

I squinted up at a female who was standing by my bedside. How long I had hung on that unearthly cock, I had no way of knowing and I was not now fully aware of what was happening.

"You should have told us yesterday when you arrived that you are a Murdock."

"But, I am not! My name is Malloy!"

"Yes, I know, but you have Murdock blood in your veins. If you don't believe me, all you have to do is throw back those covers and look at the mark on your belly!"

I threw off the covers and looked down at my body. That brought me to a fully awake status for, there, on my belly, was a bright red hand with splayed fingers! Every finger pointed towards my crotch, but the middle finger pointed directly at the top of my slit! In fact, the tip of that finger rested upon my clit!

"What does this mean? I must have gotten it last night!"

"Indeed you did. Miss Malloy, the spirits that roam the halls of the lodge are never wrong on this subject. Only the Murdock females ever get this on their bellies! So, you are a member of a very elite group of females -- the first family!"

It took me some time to digest this bit of news and, while I was thinking this over, I rolled onto my side. For the first time, I stared across at the opposite wall of the room. I gasped! I choked! And, I nearly fainted for there, on the wall, hung a life-size portrait of the spirit with the terrible face that I had seen the night before!

"It is plain that you recognize the Indian war chief. It was he who first put the curse upon this hill and the Murdock family. I have no doubt but what it was he who branded you last night."

At her mention of branding, I hastily ran my fingers over my belly. Sure enough, the skin had that scarred feel to it. So, this was no tattoo that might, at some future date, be removed. Like the slaves in the old south, I had been branded!

"I still maintain that I am not a Murdock! And, may I ask, just who in hell are you?" I was becoming a little angry over all this stuff happening to me without so much as a, 'by your leave'."

"My name is Mrs. Burlington, although I am more commonly referred to as, 'Mrs. B'. I manage the lodge for the family -- especially when they are not in residence. I will tell you this much: Evelyn Murdock, the old major's wife, had a daughter and she, in turn, had a daughter who then had three daughters. The names of two of these daughters were Rose and Jasmine. Ah, I see that you have recognized the names of your two aunts. The third daughter must have been your mother. So the Murdock bloodline flows directly into your veins. Look. Get up. Take your shower and then come to the dinning room. I will be eating my lunch and you may have your breakfast. I will fill you in on the history of the lodge -- as I know it -- and most of its' strange occurrences. Okay?"

I nodded and rose from the bed. When I had completed my morning toilet, I went in search of the dinning room. True to her word, Mrs. B was sitting at what must have been a private table. I walked over to her side and she beckoned for me to sit. A native girl appeared at my side and I put in my order for breakfast. Mrs. B spoke,

"Jenny, I have this or similar conversations with every new guest at the lodge -- usually on the day of their arrival. Most of them have some vague idea of what the lodge has to offer or they wouldn't have come here. Mostly, they will have heard stories from friends or, in some cases, other members of their various social clubs. Since you have already experienced a meeting with one of our permanent guests, I won't go into that. I can easily anticipate many of your questions, but, if I fail to make something clear to you, I will give you time later on to ask what you will.

First off, we utilize what in the normal world would be a crazy eating schedule and you should appreciate it at once. There are two reasons for this crazy schedule. Like you, most of our paying guests are so fatigued by the night's activities, that they sleep right through what would be the ordinary breakfast time. Besides, most of our help are girls from the reservation. They all know about the curse and refuse to work when the spirits of their ancestors are abroad during the night so we have to let them leave before it gets completely dark. Should you get hungry between meals or at other times, there is always fruit, milk, coffee, meat, cheese and bread available in the kitchen. Feel free to fix whatever you want.

While I am on the subject of eating, probably for the first time in your life, you are about to discover just how much prolonged sexual activity takes out of you. Most of our guests eat ravenously.

Now, about the sexual angle. Obviously, I don't have to inform you about the sexual activities that occur here every night. And, I am assuming that Paula and Carol gave you at least an overview of the history of the lodge?" I nodded. "What isn't generally known, it was the first Mrs. Murdock who really started the lodge as we know it today. She had stayed in Philadelphia while her husband was out running down the Indians, but, after the battle and her husband's descriptions of this place, she decided to travel west to see the site of his famous victory. By the time she arrived, a one-room log cabin had been erected and that's were the Murdock's lived. Actually, the Major didn't spend much time in that cabin for, soon after her arrival, the Major learned some very disquieting things about his Philadelphia wife. Oh, I forgot to mention that Evelyn was an artist -a painter- and she specialized in portraits. To answer your obvious question -- yes it was she who painted the portrait of the war chief that hangs in your room.

Your next logical question is, 'How, on earth could she paint a dead man?' The answer was, simply, that she had the Major's soldiers erect a frame upon which she could suspend the bodies. The next part of the story goes something like this. One evening, she was working on the chief's portrait and it got quite late. The spirit of the chief appeared and did to her something similar to what was done to you last night. Thus, the lascivious side to this eastern belle was activated and revealed. The Indians say that her cabin was never quiet from that night until she died. She must have bequeathed this huge desire for sex to her daughter and, through her, to the others in the female Murdock line. Admit it. You are easily aroused and you like nothing more than a good fuck!" 

I had to smile at her remark. I also had to concentrate upon my plate in order to hide my embarrassment.

Mrs. B paid my embarrassment little or no attention. She merely continued with her story.

"Evelyn had also discovered something that few people know. She had discovered that it is quite possible for a ghost to have sex with a human female. Ever read any of those romance novels where a living female falls in love with a ghost? The authors of such stories always titillate the reader by hinting at sex between the two of them, but they never come right out and state that it is possible. We, here at the lodge, know that it is.

Jenny, spirits can do many things that a living male can never even hope to accomplish. They can get into positions that are almost unbelievable and, what is more, they can get their partner into some really weird positions, too. It is this ability that prompts us to advertise that females can indulge in their wildest fantasies here at the lodge. The spirits have an added capability that often surprises our guests. They can sense what form of sex you want. They read that deep down desire that nearly every female harbors in her heart and they act it out for them. Naturally, this makes the lodge even more attractive to a lot of females. Okay, I see that you are just waiting to ask me a question so go ahead. What do you want to know?"

"Mrs. B. I have seen a living female with a cock shoved down into her throat and I have seen another female with what could only be a spirit's cock protruding from her mouth and I, myself, have felt a similar cock travel the whole length of my body up to and including my throat. How in hell did the three of us breathe? Why didn't we suffocate?"

"Boy, your first question is a good one and it is one of those that I cannot answer. Don't feel that you and those others were singled out in any way. It happens to all of us and it has been a common question for as long as the Lodge has been in existence. Our only answer is this: When the spirit fucks you, you, somehow, enter another world and, in that world, you are able to take in your breath. I think that you will be like most of us and just ignore that problem. Suffice it to say that you will never suffocate from spirit sex. Most females who have spirit sex will tell you that they are on some kind of plane and, while they are there, they experience some kind of weird sexual event. Each occasion differs so I can't tell you what you will see, but don't be surprised at what happens to you in that other world! Any other questions?"

"Just one more. Are all of these females who come here nymphomaniacs?"

"No. Absolutely not! Some are, but most of our patrons are what you would call, 'normal' women."

"Then why?"

"Why come here? Every female has an answer to that question that fits her desires. Wild and free sex fits a lot of them. Being able to indulge in the sex that they desire without being judged or castigated fits most of them. You may not realize it, but there is a hidden question embedded in the one you ask. And, that is: 'What am I?' Practically all of our patrons suffer from one kind of uncertainty. Most have achieved the status in life that from their childhood onward they were led to believe was their destiny. But, now, even though they are all happily married, they find that there is something lacking . Believe it or not, sex with a spirit gives them the answer to that question."

"How's that? I didn't think the lodge held classes or things like that." 

"We don't. It is something that comes from deep within them. Jenny, when mankind first climbed down from the trees, certain tasks were naturally assigned to the sexes. Men were the hunters and females bore the children. However, it wasn't very long before both sexes discovered that they had been gifted with a wondrous prize. They could have sex merely for the physical pleasure it gave them without any thought of procreation. The females didn't doubt their role of procreation and pleasure. What we here now call, 'P and P'. Then along came civilization and society and, somehow, that last, 'P' got subordinated to the first one. Society set up a whole set of rules by which men and women were supposed to function. The concept of undesirable sex arose from these rules. I'll bet you have heard your mother say, 'that's nasty' or 'good girls don't do things like that!' or something equivalent. Coming here and having unbridled sex with an unknown, faceless male wipes out all of that prohibition and puts sex -- fucking -- back on a strictly animal basis. Any number of our guests have told me how free they feel after a session with us. Several have even told me of the wild, free sex they have enjoyed with their husbands after leaving here. Sex on park benches, the hoods of their cars and on deserted beaches. As a result of this consequence, we refer to our, 'graduates' as either a, 'vagina' or a, 'cunt'. A vagina has not become a totally liberated female whereas a cunt is wild in her pursuit of sexual pleasure. I hope I don't shame you, but, considering your background, you are definitely a, 'cunt'. That is one of the ugliest terms in the English language, but it describes one set of females to a Tee. The spirit counterpart term is, 'Phallus'. Think over what I have said and we shall talk again, but right now, I see my Maitre D` waving at me so I must see what problem has arisen." 

Mrs. B rose and went to where her Maitre D` was standing. They were too far away for me to hear what they were discussing so I concentrated upon finishing my breakfast. Just as I got up to leave the dinning room, Mrs. B came back to the table. 

"There is one thing I forgot to tell you. It is so seldom that I brief a Murdock that I didn't think to tell you about one aspect of your heritage. Since you bear the mark of the red hand, you will be able to see the spirits -- so, don't be frightened. Under normal conditions, our other guests can not do this, but since you are a cunt of the Red Hand Lodge, you are capable of seeing the other members of the lodge."

With that she turned and left the dinning room. I wasn't at all certain that I liked being referred to as, 'a cunt of the Red Hand Lodge', but I thought that just maybe this went with the territory. When I was once more back in my own rooms, I took stock of what I had. The bed was huge. It would easily accommodate three and probably four people. There was a dressing table and, when I first saw it, I nearly burst out laughing because it was just as messy and uncoordinated as the one I had back in Philadelphia. Double doors opened onto an extra large closet. As I looked at all of the clothing that still hung in that closet, I knew that soon I was going to have to have a house-cleaning. There were two items that caught and held my interest. The first one was a large chair-recliner. Other than the dressing table chair, this was the only other piece of furniture. It was situated alongside the bed and it faced the second item in the room. This was a large, life-like portrait of what could only be the war chief in full regalia. The old Mrs. Murdock must have been a really talented portrait painter for her rendition of the Indian chief was so life-like that I halfway expected him to step down from his place on the wall. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that the eyes of that figure in the painting followed me as I moved about the room! The recliner was positioned so that anyone sitting in the chair would be staring directly across the bed at the portrait. As I inspected the room, I began to feel a little drowsy so, I sat in the recliner to rest.

There was a panel in the arm rest of the recliner and I wondered what each button controlled. I soon found out. I pushed one button and I was immediately moved backwards until I was nearly prone. The head rest on the chair was elevated so that I wasn't looking up at the ceiling, but, rather, my head was still in a position where I looked at the portrait. Obviously, the designer of this chair intended that its' occupant should never take their eyes off the portrait. I pushed a second button, and the portion of the chair under my knees began lifting and separating. The end result was that I was sitting there with both my knees elevated and parted. Now, not only my eyes were pointed at the picture, but my cunt and ass as well! I was in the perfect position for fucking! I stared at the face in the picture and it looked to me as if that face had suddenly begun smiling!

For some reason, the exposure of my body and the steady stare of the Indian's face caused my libido to respond and I gradually got hornier and hornier. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand had slid through the opening in my gown and was caressing my mound, my clit and the lips of my cunt. I had often masturbated before, but this created a sensation unlike any I had experienced before. My knees spread further apart. My hips pushed upward and my other hand began rubbing my tit and nipple. I was fingering myself before a crazy picture! And, I was being stimulated beyond my wildest expectations. The single finger inside my cunt was soon replaced by all four of my fingers! I drove them as deeply into my cunt as it was possible to do and then raked them along the inner top of my cunt as I jerked them out -- only to thrust them back in again! My thumb kept hitting my girly phallus thus adding to my arousal and my fingers repeatedly hit a certain spot in the wall of my cunt that nearly sent me over the edge. My hips began to buck against the intrusion of my fingers. My belly was roiling as I pushed with all my strength so as to let my orgasm free. A hot tickling sensation radiated through my vagina and my cunt muscles contracted deliciously. Each stroke of my fingers sent sparks sizzling through my cunt. Then, I came! My God, how I came! My come coated my whole hand with my juice. As my belly slowly returned to something approaching normality, I freed my fingers and held then before my face. Then, like a ravenous beast, I licked all of my come juice from them. The last thing I remember was sucking my wet fingers into my mouth. I must have fainted for I knew nothing more.

How long I was unconscious, I don't really know. It must have been hours and hours for, when I regained my senses, it was dark in the room. Night had fallen. I lay there for quite a long time- dreamily reliving my terrific orgasm. Then, suddenly, I became aware of the fact that someone or something was in the room with me. My eyes opened wide and I scanned the room. Then, I saw it! Or was it a, 'him'? I stared and he gradually assumed a more human shape. It was the man from the picture on the wall! I recalled that Mrs. B had told me that I would be able to actually see the ghostly warriors and here I was -- staring one of them in the face!

He wasn't quite the same as he had been painted. This figure was naked from the waist down! When I discovered this, I gasped at the size of the phallus that jutted out from his lower belly. It wasn't excessively long, but the girth of that monster was enormous! Describing it as a, 'Phallus' instead of a cock was very apropos. The head alone was as big as my clenched fist! I couldn't take my eyes off it! I stared at it and a hunger and a fear grew in my belly. Surely, I wasn't expected to take such a huge instrument into my body. There was no way I could ever do that without ripping my cunt and guts to shreds!

The hand that I had used to pleasure myself slyly crept down along my body until it was once again stroking my cunt! This motion added fuel to the fire that had begun to blaze inside of me. Neither one of us moved. Then, I recalled Paula and Carol's comment about, 'groveling'!

"Well, buster. If you think I am going to grovel in order to get a taste of that monster, you've another think coming." At least, that is what I said to myself. But, then, why did I find myself sliding out of the chair and crawling across the floor to that unearthly figure?

Close up, his phallus appeared to be even larger than I had at first thought. I knew at once that I could not, in any way, get that head through my lips and into my mouth. But, I could lick it! Slowly, tentatively, I extended my tongue until just its' tip touched the stalk of his phallus. A shock ran through me and, in just seconds, I was frantically licking every inch of his phallus. He didn't move! He just stood there as if to say that my ministrations to his phallus were perfectly normal and expected.

A slow stream of some kind of liquid emanated form the slot in the head of the phallus and slowly slid down the length of his phallus. I licked it into my mouth and felt an immediate reaction. I thought, "Oh, God! This must be the spirit balm that those women had spoken about!" The more I swallowed, the more I wanted and the yearning to feel his phallus in my cunt grew and grew. Slowly, without any noticeable effort, the figure slid down onto the floor. He was lying on his back and that terrible phallus jutted straight up into the air! Then, I suddenly realized what he was expecting me to do. I was to humiliate myself by using his huge phallus to fuck myself! I swore to myself that I would not debase myself in such a depraved manner -- still, what was causing me to swing my leg across his hips in order to position that gigantic head directly below my cunt opening? I was terrified! I was no longer in control of my body or my desires! Still, I began lowering myself onto that frightening phallus. Fear made me stop when I felt it touch my cunt lips. I just couldn't make myself go any further down onto his phallus. But, that awful phallus acted upon my body like a huge loadstone. It drew me downward until I felt my cunt lips spreading and the very tip of the head entering my cunt. Inch-by-inch, I settled upon it. The pressure inside my cuntal passage was intense and I had to scream with the pain the passage of this monster was causing me. Yet, somehow, it kept on creeping ever deeper into my cunt. Not even my cervix stopped its' forward progress. I felt a tearing as I burst through into my uterus and, for a few minutes, I lost consciousness again. When I regained my senses again, I knew that I had taken the whole length of that monster into me. For my buttocks were resting upon his pubic hair!




The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 02



I just sat there impaled upon his rod of flesh. I was hurting. My head told me, 'don't go any further', but my entire insides were eagerly pushing me closer and closer to beginning to fuck that awful phallus. I flexed my legs and pushed upward with my arms and hands so as to slowly rise up off his phallus. I looked down between my legs and was struck by how much my cunt lips looked like a pouting mouth as more of his phallus came into view. Then, when I forced myself to once more slide down upon this terrible rod, I saw that my cunt lips were sucking it further and further into me. I felt my first, fuck-induced orgasm beginning to build in my gut. I looked around and was astonished to see that the walls of the room had vanished! I was kneeling upon a broad expanse of land that stretched for as far as I could see. I had reached the plane of pleasure that Mrs. B had told me of. 

I looked own between my legs and there was no one there! Yet, I still felt the upward thrust of a phallus. Then, I looked closer and was startled to see that I was holding myself above a golden ingot! This ingot stood upright. It looked to me to be at least three inches wide and one inch thick! What's more, identical ingots stood in a row for as far as the eye could see. And, as I watched in horror, my cunt lips slid over the top of the ingot and began pulling it up into me! I was dumbfounded! My cunt was actually eating that bar of gold! I watched appalled as my cunt absorbed more and more of the ingot. Once the ingot had disappeared inside of my cunt, I felt it beginning to soften and then it melted! A trickle of molten gold slowly leaked around my clenched cunt lips! A huge wall of orgiastic pleasure engulfed my entire body! This was a totally different kind of orgasm. It built to a peak, but it never subsided. 

Without any impulse on my part, my body moved to the next bar of gold and the process was repeated! Bar after bar was eaten and swallowed by my cunt! Finally, I couldn't stand it any more and I fell onto my face, totally senseless.



The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 03



I was just beginning to wake up when I heard the door to my room open and someone entered. I was laying cross-wise on my bed with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. As a result, my legs were open and my sex was exposed. I kept my eyes shut and waited to see what this someone was going to do. Then I woke with a jolt! Something very cold was being rubbed all over my cunt lips and even up inside of me! I looked up at a small, obviously Indian woman who was kneeling between my legs. Then, a voice spoke,

"Well, I had begun to think you were never going to wake up."

It was Mrs. B and she had followed the Indian woman into my room.

"Don't be alarmed. Jane is merely applying an alum-mixture to your cunt. She will be doing this every morning as long as you are staying here."

"Why on earth for?"

"Show her, Jane."

At this point, the little woman crawled up onto my bed and squatted so that her cunt was facing directly at me. I noticed at once that, whereas my belly was adorned by that infamous red hand, her belly had a black dagger that pointed straight into a very red slit. 

"My God! What happened to you?"

"Nothing. Jane make fuck long time. Jane cunt get bigger and bigger. No use cream like white woman."

I was looking straight into an open cunt! Her lips were so far apart that I could actually see the pink walls of her inner cunt! I could have easily inserted two – perhaps three fingers into her cunt without even touching the sides!

"What Jane is trying to tell you and demonstrate is simply this. You know that the phalluses of our spirits are unusually large so that, after a period of constant use, your genitals will become more open. The salve that Jane is applying contains an astringent that will hasten the return of your genitals to a more normal state."

"What do you mean by that? Just what constitutes, 'constant use'?"

"Are you finished, Jane?"

"Yes, Mrs. B."

"Very well. Twenty-five is tonight's number." This statement left me clueless as to what it meant. "Get up Jenny and I'll explain some of these things to you after you have breakfast and as we take a short ride. I have a golf cart waiting outside the back door. Meet me there and I'll show you something more of the lodge that you have not seen."

She left the room and I hurriedly donned a slip-over gown. There was no one in the dinning room when I entered, so I sat down at the same table that Mrs. B and I had used the day before. Apparently, the menu consisted of a choice of one so the girl brought me a cup containing a soft-boiled egg, toast, and a sausage link. I didn't think I would be hungry, but I downed it all, got up and started out to find Mrs. B. I hadn't gone but a very few steps when I began feeling a tingling sensation up each leg and throughout my crotch. There was no doubt but what I had been drugged! For what purpose, I did not know.

I met Mrs. B in just a few minutes and off we went! I thought it best if I didn't bring up the subject of my being drugged. Instead, I decided upon a wait and see tactic. 

"First off, Jenny. I gather that certain facets of life here have not really sunk in for you. While you are in residence at the lodge, you will be having sex with a spirit every night – and I must emphasize, 'every night' - so something of the order of last night will be constantly repeated. We shall schedule these appearances for you. That is what I have just done. Jane knows that, tonight, you will perform in room twenty-five with whichever spirit is assigned to that room. You may not have realized it, but the spirits will quickly get out of hand if they ever feel that they aren't getting their fair share of you. That's why we rotate your appearances so that each spirit gets a fair chance of fucking you. There are thirty-eight spirits in the lodge so you will not re-visit the one in your room for thirty-nine nights. Do you understand?"

"Are you telling me that I am expected to make fuck with these spirits on a steady and never ending schedule?"

Mrs. B looked at me in astonishment. "Certainly. Did you think that you would only have sex whenever you wanted it? I'm sorry, but that is not the way the lodge is run."

"In other words, the lodge is nothing more than a whore house only it is the whores who show up to couple with the males instead of the other way round."

"Exactly, but there is more to it than just that. Much more. You shall soon see what I mean."

I was very quiet for quite some time while I digested this odd change of events. I wasn't even certain that I could maintain such a schedule as she had outlined. I like and enjoy sex, that's true, but every night? Is it even possible for me to withstand such a level of sexual activity without collapsing? I chuckled to myself as I recalled the old saw about not being able to wear it out! I certainly hope that is true! Then, another thought struck me, 

"Suppose you live here for thirty or forty years as your aunts did. How many fucks would that be? You could bet your bottom dollar that I would need a car-load of that salve or my cunt would soon look like the end of the Holland tunnel!"

As our drive continued, I began to feel an eerie sensation throughout my whole body. My cunt began to juice and I yearned for the feel of a phallus stabbing into me. Whatever it was that they had used to drug me with was certainly having an effect upon my body and my libido. 

Mrs. B spoke up and interrupted my thought process.

"Here we are. Would you like to see pictures of the Murdock women? Evelyn lived here for over thirty-five years and her daughter lived here for another twenty-five years and your aunts – well, they were here for nearly forty years!"

Pictures of a woman who lived in the 1800's? Say it isn't so.

We had stopped in front of a frontier-type, one-room, log cabin. My quick survey of the exterior of the cabin showed it to be in very good condition. There was one surprising feature. A very tall flag pole stood directly in front of the cabin, but there was no flag flying from its' top. I started to ask Mrs. B what that was for, but she was already opening the door to the cabin. If the flag pole was a surprise, my first glimpse of the interior of that cabin was a shock. Every wall in the cabin was covered by pictures! But, they weren't just any pictures! 

Mrs. B took my arm and began leading me around the room. The first group of pictures was artist's miniatures, but it wasn't so much the size of the pictures and their clarity that drew my attention. Rather, it was their subject matter.

"That's Evelyn Murdock!"

The picture that Mrs. B was pointing to showed a tall, handsome woman standing in front of this very cabin. She was wearing a typical long, black dress of that time, but she had gathered it up under her chin so that her tits, chest, belly and crotch were all distinctly revealed. What's more, I could clearly see a bright red hand on her lower belly. And, like my brand, the long finger of that startling hand pointed directly at her clit!

Mrs. B remarked, "Evelyn painted that herself. She was a very accomplished artist. And, these next pictures were of her and the braves of the tribe."

There was a whole series of similar miniatures except that, in each case, they depicted Evelyn astride a man's body. She was facing forward so that her back was to the man's face and she was leaning back with her hands and arms as her support. Because of the phallus in her belly, it pooched out towards the viewer. She had painted the scene so accurately and deftly that the viewer could easily make out the man's phallus pushing up into her cunt. In fact, the scene was so realistic that I felt that I could almost watch her belly roll and bulge as she fucked the unseen male. The smile on her face was definitely one of great self-satisfaction. She was enjoying the fucking she was receiving.

"Were you on top last night or on the bottom? This is what we call the, 'reverse cow-girl position' and practically all of us use that position. It has certain very titillating features. For one thing, a woman can actually see herself being fucked. In the standard missionary position, she often can't see a thing. Furthermore, this position allows the woman to control the depth of penetration and the speed of the fucking. Try it. I'm sure that you will like it. These next pictures are similar paintings of Evelyn's daughter."

Again, I saw a mature woman standing with her black dress pulled up under her chin and naked from the chin to her toes. She, too, showed the ever present red hand on her lower belly.

"These pictures may have been historically interesting to you, but I think you will enjoy this next grouping even more. Recognize anyone?"

She was pointing at a picture of three women. All were wearing the ever present black dress and all were holding it up so that their naked bodies were exposed to view. The first two were obviously my two aunts, but the third.........My God! The third woman was definitely my mother! And she, like all the others, sported the red hand on her belly! For the first time, I realized just how small my mother was when she stood next to her two sisters. My mother gave the impression that she was a frail female.

"You didn't think that your mother escaped spending time here, did you? She was here for several years before she abruptly left the lodge."

"Why did she do that?"

"I hadn't yet arrived at the lodge, but, what I was told, was that your mother had very strong feelings against white women allowing, 'non-white' men the intimacy of their bodies. In other words, she fought against letting the Indians fuck her. This was especially true of the spirits and I was told that she had a lot of difficulty with their over-size genitals."

"Was her distaste limited to the spirits?"

"Not exactly. Remember that I told you that there are many traditions here at the lodge?" I nodded. "Well, one of those traditions involves this cabin. Before the lodge was completed, Evelyn lived in this cabin. The Major had long before left her and gone back east so she was alone. You must have gathered, by this time, that she was a woman with a great sexual hunger so, it was natural that she would give herself to whatever males were available. The Indians were available and they had gathered experience in fucking white women by fucking the women of the village! In fact, they still do!"

I gasped! "Are you telling me that this entire area is nothing but a huge sexual pool?"

"Oh, don't be so surprised. I'll bet that such communities exist in the cities that you are familiar with only they are just better hidden. Look, it all started when the settlers first came here. As I understand it, they were a group of hedonists and they were looking for a spot where they could settle and enjoy themselves without any interruption. I don't know who first broached the subject, but an agreement was reached between the settlers and the Indians whereby the Indians had free access to the white women and the white men had free access to the Indian women. However the agreement was reached, there was peace and a very great deal of inter-racial sex between the settlers and the Indians. Excuse me for just a minute. I must raise the flag!"

"Why are you doing that?"

"In that fashion, the men of the tribe will know that a Murdock female is in the cabin and is available for them. This is another of Evelyn's traditions." I looked at her in startled surprise. "Oh, come now. I know that you are as hot as a two-dollar pistol. I've watched you rubbing yourself and I imagine the tattva is having it's desired effect ."

Mrs. B turned and left the cabin. She had a white piece of material in her hands and, since she had left the door open, I could watch as she first tied the material to the halyards and then hoisted it aloft. It had a funny kind of image imprinted upon it. It was a dagger that was penetrating a red oval. Once the flag had been hoisted, she went to the golf cart and picked up a dress and a tripod with a camera attached and returned to the cabin. Only this time, as she entered the cabin, she stripped off the gown she had been wearing. Once more, it was time for me to gawk at her. She was a handsome woman and there was a figure on her lower belly, but it wasn't a red hand! No. It was a black dagger the point of which looked to be deep inside her cunt! Suddenly the meaning of the figure on the flag was made absolutely plain. It was a blunt statement of fact that any horny male could interpret. It meant, 'come on, boys, there are cunts await'n'! Like an automaton, I stripped off my gown and stood, naked, alongside Mrs. B.

"Let's step outside and I will get your picture. Slip on the dress and hold it up to you as all the others are doing."

She positioned the tripod and cameras so that they were pointing at the cabin door. I slid into the heavy woolen gown – black, to be sure – and stepped outside, too. I immediately lifted the dress so that my entire front from tit to cunt was exposed. Mrs. B was skilled at taking this picture and, in just a few seconds, it was done and, after she put the dress back into the cart, we returned to the inside of the cabin. The tripod and camera were left standing in a corner of the cabin.

"Mrs. B, someone is coming. I saw a car come around the turn in the road and head up this way."

"Yes. That is another thing I overlooked. That is Amy from the café in town. We are not just here to provide the Indian men with some mid-morning diversions. We are also here to help Amy gather two of the ingredients of our tattva. I can see that you don't understand what I am saying so I'll give you this brief explanation. Two of the ingredients that go to make up tattva are male sperm and the juices from the female. If the female actually comes and ejaculates, so much the better. Tattva is an old Indian mixture that has aphrodisiac qualities. What other ingredients go into the making of tattva, I don't really know. I do know that the Indians supply a quantity of Ginseng, but, beyond that, I am just as much in the dark as you. Ah, here's Amy and her daughter now."

The woman who got out of the car was another of the constant stream of surprises I had received since coming to the lodge. It was the same, big-titted woman from the café! Her daughter was also a big-busted female. The two of them made an obvious pair.

"Well, well. I never for a minute connected you with the Murdock family. I guess that now I should say, 'Welcome to the crossing that bears your name'. And, just what is your name?"

"I'm Jenny Malloy. My mother was a Murdock."

We shook hands as she said to Mrs. B, 

"Mrs. B, we had better get organized. I saw the usual caravan on its' way here as I drove up. Are both of you expecting to participate in the gathering?" When Mrs. B nodded, Amy continued, "That's great! We are running a little low on our supply of tattva so this should give our supply a good boost. Jenny, has Mrs. B told you what the procedure is?" I shook my head. "Oh, well, you just watch Mrs. B and she and I will guide you through the process. Shall we go inside?"

The three of us stepped into the cabin only Amy and her daughter both halted at the door to strip off their gowns. These, they dropped on the ground alongside the door. When Amy saw me looking at her naked body, she grinned and said, "It was the first Murdock whore who set this procedure. She would not allow any person to enter her home without shedding all of their clothing. She always thought that this put everyone on the same level. So, those of us from the town and the Indians still honor her rules even unto today." She turned to Mrs. B and asked, "How many will it be today? Four each or six?"

Mrs. B looked in my direction and answered by saying, "I think Jenny can handle six!"

I was shocked by her response to Amy's question. Did she mean six episodes of fucking for EACH of us?

"Very well. Six it is."

Evidently, that was exactly what she had meant! I gasped! I had attended an orgy or two during my college days, but I had never been the sex partner for six different men. I couldn't help but wonder if I were capable of satisfying that many at one time.  

I didn't know it at the time, but Amy – or another townie – always acted as the door keeper for our ... ahem, clients! Mrs. B moved over to the side of the bed and turned to face the door. I did the same on the other side of the bed.

Two Indian men entered and my first experience as a Murdock whore got underway. Amy took hold of one of the Indian male's cock and, using a cloth that she had brought with her, she studiously wiped his entire cock and his balls! Amy's daughter did the same with the other Indian. True to her word, Mrs. B made her client lay down upon his back and she assumed that reverse cowgirl position she had described to me. Amy's daughter had closed the door and moved to a place slightly ahead and to one side of her. Then, without any hesitation, she took hold of the man's cock and positioned it in a straight line with Mrs. B's cunt. She rubbed the cock head up and down Mrs. B's cunt lips several times and then pushed it a little ways through her outer cunt lips and into her cunt. I heard Mrs. B give a huge sigh and watched as she slowly slid backwards onto that erect cock. I was totally immersed in the scene that I was watching in the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of the cabin door. I had not seen it before so it came as a shock to see Mrs. B and me sitting there with our legs splayed wide open – each of us waiting for our first cock of the day! Amy immediately came around to my side of the bed and, while I was still engrossed in watching that cock ever so slowly disappear into Mrs. B's cunt, she pulled me backwards until I was just touching the cockhead of the other Indian male. That caused me to jerk my eyes back to my own circumstance as pictured in the mirror. I almost said to her that I didn't need the added caressing to become ready, but, she began rubbing me before I could say a thing. My level of arousal took off at once. With a gentle pressure on my buttocks, she guided the cock into me. I was no different from Mrs. B. That cock felt so terrific sliding into my cunt that I, too, sighed as the pleasure began to build.

I had been warned by Mrs. B that the men would come much faster than I, but I wasn't really ready for that. I was just beginning to strain with my oncoming orgasm when I felt the cock in me begin the jerking that signaled his ejaculation. I couldn't bring my climax to a completion that quickly so I just sat on his cock while he spurted his jism into my cunt. Amy was obviously watching my progress for she immediately rolled me off the man and onto my side. She left him to shift for himself. The next thing I felt was a squirt of some rather cool liquid far up into my cuntal passage. I looked up at her with a question in my eyes.

"That will keep his sperm in a liquid state and now, I'm going to suction it and your juices out of your cunt. Hold still. This won't hurt, but it will feel funny."

She produced a huge syringe and promptly pushed that instrument up into my cunt. I felt a whoosh of air as she collapsed the ball and then a pulling as she allowed the ball to once more assume its' round shape by sucking wind and juices from me. There wasn't any time for her to be gentle with this operation for Mrs. B's male was also shooting his sperm into her! So, she hurriedly completed the suctioning of my cunt and then jumped around the bed and vacuumed Mrs. B's cunt. If I expected a rest period after all this, I was very mistaken. Amy went to the door and waved two more clients into the cabin. In just a matter of a very few minutes, Mrs. B and I were once more sitting atop a large Indian cock.

When my third client blasted his sperm up into my cunt, I was ready and I came along with him. Subconsciously, I thanked Mrs. B for her guidance. How she knew that it would take me three fuckings to reach my own orgasm, I would never know, but she had obviously been at this for many years and she had seen what it took for newcomers such as me to reach orgasm.




The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 03



Finally, my next to last client came into the cabin. Amy administered her usual, 'cleaning' and positioning of his cock so I could slide back and down upon it. I knew I had it all in me when I felt my buttocks touch his pubic hair. I was ready to begin my fucking movements when something unexpected happened. He began teasing the area about my puckered hole! At first, all he did was tickle my hole and the sensitive skin surrounding it, but, then, without any warning, he suddenly pushed a finger deep into my ass!

"Hey! What's going on?"

Mrs. B spoke to me and said, "Just relax, Jenny. He is going to demonstrate a teepee twosome for you."

"What in hell is a 'teepee twosome'?" 

Mrs. B didn't answer me and soon – very soon, I didn't need an answer. The man had begun a crazy sort of rhythm with his finger. It was a, 'one...two...three...four...five' stroking of my ass only, on the sixth stroke, a second finger was added. This was done so smoothly that, at first, I didn't realize that he had two fingers in my ass. These two fingers resumed the, 'one...two...three...four...five' rhythm and, as before, on the sixth push into my ass, yet another finger was added. I was so engrossed in the feelings I was getting from this ass massaging that I just sat on his cock and waited for the next development. Five more counts and a finger was added. He kept up this routine until FIVE fingers were inside of my ass! Then, his whole hand began pushing its' way up inside of my rear channel. I couldn't help but scream for the pain was terrific.

"Mrs. B! He's got his whole hand inside my ass and he is wiggling his fingers inside of me!"

"I know dear. He is masturbating. His cock can feel the movements of his fingers as he rubs the membrane between your cunt and your ass. Just wait. This will give you a royal orgasm!"

Something in my nature made me resume my fucking motion so there we were. The client stroking his fingers against the wall of my ass and me stroking his cock with my cunt wall on the other side of that very thin membrane. I don't know what it did for him, but my orgasm – when it came- nearly blew my guts apart!

Later, Mrs. B explained to me that this was one of the ways in which the native men used their women. 

"They insist that it gives both partners a great deal of satisfaction. I think it does just that! Don't you?" 

I had to agree with her for my guts were still all riled up from the force of my orgasm!

When my sixth and last client entered, I looked at him and said, "Teepee twosome?"

He grinned and nodded. It was only then that I looked at his hands and realized that I might have made a huge mistake. He was obviously a man who worked with his hands for they were big and calloused. I was about to rescind my offer, but he was already lying on the bed and I knew that I had to go through with whatever the next few minutes had in store for me.

With her usual alacrity, Amy positioned me and began moving me back and down onto the man's cock. Incidentally, his cock, like his hands was inordinately large. I hadn't any more than settled upon his cock when I felt his finger begin the teasing of my ass hole. The thought of the stroking I had just received made me eager to once more take a man's hand into my ass. The fact that I was offering myself to be degraded in this animalistic fashion increased my desire for him to cause me pain while bringing me to the ultimate pleasure! By the time he had inserted his third finger, I felt my orgasm beginning to rise. The introduction of his fourth finger forced me to begin breathing hard for I felt as if a pole was being rammed up into my ass! The fifth finger caused me to scream in pain and, as he forced the rest of his hand into me, I was sorry that I had suggested this. However, if anything, the sensations induced by this second reaming of my ass were even greater than the first had been. I actually lost my sense of reality for a few seconds. When my senses returned, I felt a tickling of my mouth and nose. Amy had seated herself on the bed, spread her legs widely apart and was pushing her cunt lips close enough to my face that I was feeling her pubic hair.

"Want to drink from my well?" 

I had never before put my mouth to another woman's cunt, but Amy's offer seemed to urge me to do so. I leaned closer and closer to her open cunt until I could reach it with my tongue! I pushed my tongue out until it touched her cunt lips. I was amazed at the tantalizing taste that her cunt offered me. I frantically jabbed my tongue in between her outer cunt lips and into the separation of her inner cunt lips. The sensation was exciting and titillating. I buried my mouth in her cunt to a point where her cunt lips surrounded my mouth and sent my tongue as deeply into her cunt as it was possible for me to do. She was writhing as her enjoyment and pleasure began to take over her body. I was even more excited! Never before had I experienced fucking sensations in every one of my fuck holes! Especially, when I felt her cunt walls clench around my tongue and I knew I was in her! My Indian fucker took this exact time to jam his cock and his hand harder into my two holes and he, Amy and I shot our loads at the same instant! The three of us were not completely conscious after this adventure, so we all lay there and gradually recovered from the blast our bodies had just withstood. 

After the last male had shot his jism into us and gone, Amy suctioned that last batch of male jism and female come from my cunt. Then she grinned at me, bid us both Adieu, and left us for the town.

As Mrs. B and I boarded the cart for our trip back to the lodge, I asked her, 

"Mrs. B, I have a question. It may be silly after today's escapades, but, am I expected to perform this ritual every day - plus my nightly chores?"

"Yes, my dear, you are. "

"I can't believe that you expect me to make fuck six or seven times every day. How do you expect me to hold up to that schedule?"

"Miss Malloy. You were bred for this and you will be prepared for just such a regimen of sex. You are your mother's child and she, in turn, was also bred for this. All of the Murdock women have the capacity for this frequency of fucking and – EVEN MORE! MUCH MORE! It is your inheritance from Evelyn and, I suspect, her forebears as well."

"You make me sound like a fucking machine!"

"Jenny, that is just what you are!"



The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 04



"You must have had a hard day."

"Boy, did I ever!"

"You should get into the shower right away. It is almost time for dinner."

"I think I'll take a bath instead."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"For heaven's sake, Jane, why not?"

"You got male jism all over your backside and if you get into a bath, well, you'll mess up the water. A shower will be much better."

I turned and looked at myself in the big mirror. Then, I nearly choked. Jane was absolutely right. There were streaks of dried jism crisscrossing my ass and the backs of my upper thighs. I almost began to cry. Being a once-in-a-while whore was okay with me, but, a whore who takes on five or six men a day every day plus a ghostly swain at night – well, that was more than I could handle. And, Mrs. B expected me to do that six days a week! I wished that I had never come to this damned lodge!

Jane came over to me and put her arm around my shoulders.

"It will get easier. Now, get yourself cleaned up. Mrs. B wants to introduce you to the other guests."

Jane literally pushed me into the shower and I'll have to admit that the rush of warm water did wonders for my down-in-the-mouth feelings. When I had dried off and stepped back into the bedroom, I was a little shocked to see both Jane and Mrs. B standing there. It wasn't the fact that they were both there. Rather, it was the fact that both of them were stark naked!

"Surely, Mrs. B, you don't intend to go to dinner dressed – or, should I say, undressed – like that!"

"I most certainly do and I expect that you will go in this style as well. I anticipate that every guest will greet you dressed in this fashion. Jenny, you must always remember that the females who come to the lodge are here for one thing and one thing only! SEX! From the time that they enter the lodge until the moment that they leave, they are prepared for sex and that means moving about the lodge naked. And, being naked in the presence of others increases the feeling of liberation. Many of them have told me that it gives them a feeling of licentiousness. You have just been too busy with your own concerns to pay them any attention."

That caused me to suck in my breath for I suddenly realized that I hadn't actually seen any of the other guests in a, 'normal' situation. I had seen two of then suspended from the cocks of ghosts and, they, quite naturally, were naked. As for the dress of the other guests during the daytime, well, I really didn't know what they did. Then, I thought to myself, "Oh, what the hell! They can't do any more than laugh at me!"

I wasn't as brave as I let on and, as Mrs. B and I approached the door to the dinning room, I managed to somehow take up a position a little behind her. Jane lagged even further behind us. I needn't have worried. As we entered, thirty-five women of all ages, sizes and descriptions rose from their tables and faced us. Without fail, they were all naked and in various stages of aging. There were droopy tits, grey pubic hairs, firm tits and protruding nipples and, of course, shaved cunts. I was reminded of the girl's locker room in a school for mature females.

"Guests of the Lodge at Murdock Crossing, it is my honor and pleasure to present to you the new owner of the lodge – a true Murdock – Miss Jenny Malloy!"

A burst of applause ensued. Then there was a general movement in my direction. In just a very few minutes, I became a receiving line of one. It was strange to be standing there shaking the hands of so many naked females – me who had even been a little embarrassed in the girl's showers at school. Finally, the last female marched past me and Mrs. B and I were allowed to proceed to our table. Or, was it now my table? 

"Why were they so glad to meet me?"

"Jenny, many of those women have been coming here for years. Spending time here at the lodge has -for them - become their yearly sexual vacation. There is no other place like this lodge anywhere in the world. The old-timers know that, if the lodge is to continue, a Murdock must be found who will fulfill the role established by those Murdock women who preceded her."

"In other words, they were looking for a Murdock whore!"

Mrs. B didn't deign to answer me. Instead, she ignored my rather crude remark and began ordering our dinner.

As the three of us left the dinning room, Jane sidled over and whispered to me,

"Don't forget. Tonight you go to room twenty-five!"

"When?"

"Wait until one hour after dark. Then the room will be ready for you."

"Don't you mean that a huge ghostly cock will be waiting for me."

"Sure, that, too."

And, before I could ask her what she meant, she turned and was gone. Then, I remembered that the Indian females were deathly afraid of being inside the lodge after dark. As for me, I went back upstairs to my room after dinner and promptly fell across the bed. I was completely bushed and I wasn't at all sure that I could stand another frenzied fucking this night. 

Waiting for the night to fall was easier than I had thought possible. The fatigue that I felt caused me to relax and, before I knew it, darkness had come. I rose and went in search of room twenty-five. It wasn't difficult to locate, but I hesitated before opening the door and entering. Then, when I finally looked into the room, I was astonished at how few items of furniture it contained. The inevitable bed was there, of course, and a dressing table with a mirror. There wasn't any sign of a closet, but there was a stand-alone wardrobe. The full-length portrait of a rather young looking Indian man stared down at me from the wall. The only other piece of furniture was a straight-backed chair. I sat down on this chair and waited.

I must have dozed a little for when I opened my eyes, there stood my lothario of the night. He was grinning at me with something like an evil glint in his eyes. We stared at one another for what seemed to me to be quite a long time. Then I motioned towards the floor and he promptly fell down. Actually, he floated down onto his back on the floor. That nasty grin never left his face and, as I watched, his mouth opened and the nastiest looking snake began sliding out from between his lips. It wasn't really a snake, but his tongue certainly looked like a snake. I stepped over closer to him and, before I knew what he was doing, he had seized my hips and had hoisted me up to a position directly before his face. His intentions were all too obvious and I waited excitedly for his next movement. It was not long in coming. His fingers wrapped themselves around my thighs and he began pulling the lips of my cunt open. He pulled and he pulled until I thought that he was going to tear my cunt wide open in his attempt to get more access to my guts. The head of his snake stabbed into me and it began piercing my cunt! My arousal from the afternoon's activities had not completely died down so, the first inward sensations of his tongue quickly rekindled the fires in my belly. I began climaxing almost at once! His tongue in my cunt felt like a fire brand that was searing my insides. There wasn't any pain – only the constant necessity of pushing my come through my body. I groaned and I grunted with the effort. If he hadn't been holding me rather tightly, the strenuous wriggling of my body in response to my orgasm would have thrown me to the floor. As it was, I was flopping about in practically every direction as my orgasm tore through my nervous system. I couldn't control my head or my arms! I was certain that I was in the same missionary position as the first female I had watched. Then, suddenly and surprisingly, I was completely upside down and he was shoving his tongue down into my cunt! I don't know how far into my cunt his tongue traveled because the orgasms he was causing in me soon drove me out of my conscious mind.

When my dream-state coalesced, I saw that I wasn't on the gold-ingot plane this time. No, quite the contrary. I was laying on a small table with my legs in the air and, try as I might, I couldn't bring them down to the table top! It was a very vulnerable position since all of my private parts were blatantly exposed. I twisted around on the table in an attempt to see where I was and who, if anyone, was with me. The entire area was almost dark, but, as I stared about me, I noticed a group of figures standing a ways off from me. For the longest time, they just stood and stared at my openings . Actually, something told me that they were not staring AT my openings, but they were staring INTO my openings. I had never though of sight as something you could feel, but I certainly felt the probing of those eyes! Then they began moving towards me.

Two facets of their appearance astonished me. From the pictures I had seen that very afternoon, I quickly recognized Evelyn, her daughter, my two aunts and my mother! There was a sixth figure and this was a small wizened Indian woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but I was too absorbed in looking at my forebears to scrutinize her features. The six figures formed a circle about the table where I was laying with the little Indian woman standing between my splayed open legs. The second eerie thing about their appearance was the fact that the red hand figures on each of their bellies were actually glowing! In fact, the light from their fiery bellies was the only light available! This belly-light threw a crimson glow onto the area around the table. It also cast their faces in a most ghastly light! That they were all specters, was undeniable! 

"I am Mary Running-Deer and these are the sisters of the bloody hand sisterhood. We are here to determine whether or not you are acceptable as a member of the sisterhood. Sisters of the bloody hand, shall I continue?"

Her question was answered quickly with a chorus of, 'Ayes'.

"Very well. Let us begin. Rose and Jasmine shall anoint her tit bubbles."

The two figures I had recognized as my aunts stepped up on either side of me and began spreading some kind of salve on my nipples. The effect was almost immediate. My nipples sprang to attention and became so erect that I thought they would leap off of my chest. I had never had nipples that were large and prominent, but now, my nipples were expanding by the minute. Whatever it was that they were spreading on them was causing them to grow! Not only did my nipples become hard and ever so much more prominent, but they were pulling my tits into a more upright position. I felt my tits swelling and – like my nipples – straining to rise off my chest. I had heard females talk about how their tits felt once they underwent breast-implant surgery and I knew that my tits were now acting in the very same way! I wanted desperately to caress them, but my aunts each held one of my hands. The Indian woman spoke again.

"The other sisters are going to insert some of the fruit of the Kurva bush into your sex mouths. The pain should not be unbearable. The use of the fruit of the Kurva bush is very appropriate for it is known as the, 'whore's bush'."

She held up what appeared to be a small gourd. It had a long slender neck that gradually swelled out into the characteristic gourd shape. The largest part of this thing – whatever it was – looked to be about the size of a medium-sized apple. I gasped at this and started to try to voice an objection, only Evelyn's daughter promptly and forcibly pushed one of these fruits into my mouth. I gagged when the long , thin nose of the fruit was forced into my throat. But, no one paid me the least attention. The bulbous portion of this awful fruit kept my mouth from closing so no sound other than mutterings was possible.

Hands grabbed my shoulders and hips and I was rolled over onto my stomach. Then, my hips were jerked up into a doggy position and something was pushed into my ass! The slender neck was not really any problem, but, as the body of that gourd got larger and larger, I began to feel the pain of penetration. I struggled in an attempt to scream, but it was impossible for me to make a sound. Tears of pain began running down my cheeks and sobs of embarrassment strained to be heard, but all was silence! The terrible knowledge that I was helpless while these sadistic creatures subjected me to this debauched treatment, pushed me to the peak of self-pity. But, the progress of that terrible nature's instrument into my very guts never ceased nor slowed. I thought the pain and discomfort would never end, when, suddenly, the bulb of the gourd burst through my sphincter ring and I knew that the whole monstrous fruit was inside my ass! I was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey! The base of that horrendous fruit was even larger than the cock head of my resident ghost! I did not know which one of these ghostly tormentors was the one who forced that thing up inside of me, but I was certain that, whoever it was, she had taken a perverse delight in all of the pain she had caused me.

I was rolled back onto my back and, as I looked down between my open legs, I spied the face of my mother! The two of us stared at each other for several heartbeats. The expression on her face went from one of tenderness to one of grim purpose. She, too, had one of those horrific gourds in her hand and the look on her face got even meaner and scarier as she contemplated fucking me with nature's own dildo! She just gave a little chuckle and quickly and abruptly jammed the neck of the gourd she was holding through my outer cunt lips and part-way through my inner lips as well! I was frantically shaking my head from side-to-side in a vain attempt to signal her to stop, but it did me no good. She leaned against the bulbous end of her gourd and pushed it steadily further and further into my cunt! I felt the end of that gourd-neck hit my cervix and I knew it was as far inside of my cunt as it was going to go. I was wrong! My mother moved to one side and her place was taken by the Indian woman. She promptly put the weight of her body against the end of the gourd and began twisting it from side-to-side. Somehow, she managed to push it even deeper into me. I felt the small opening of my cervix give under the pressure she was exerting on the gourd and the neck of the gourd burst through and into my uterus! I nearly fainted with the pain, but she continued fucking me with the gourd! My whole belly was wracked with the pain of this fucking and I was certain that they were intent upon destroying me! Then, she resumed her cork-screwing motion with the gourd and my body disgraced me! I felt an orgasm forming deep within my belly! I wanted to cry out, "NO! NO! Don't give these monstrous harridans the pleasure of seeing me climax as a result of being fucked by a plant! Stop it!" But, it was to no avail. That climax began somewhere under my rib cage and tore its' way down through my guts and out of my body. I fainted with the effects of that awful, magnificent orgasm!

How long I was out of touch with reality – I don't know, but, when I came to, those horrific gourds were still inside of my body. The old Indian woman was the first to move. 

She climbed up onto the table with a foot on each side of my hips. There, she squatted. I was treated to a vivid sight of her open cunt and, as I watched, she began bleeding from between the lips of her cunt onto my belly! As the drops of her blood fell on my body, she used her right index finger to spread the blood all over my lower belly. At least, that is what I thought she was doing. I lifted my head slightly and looked down along my body. She wasn't just spreading her blood aimlessly over my belly, she was using her blood to paint the brand of that awful hand that pointed directly to my clit! She carefully never allowed any of her blood to stray outside that figure. And, as she spread her blood over that frightening design, it turned into a bright scarlet color! I could have sworn that it actually began to glow with some kind of inner light!

"Shall I initiate this novitiate?"

There was an answering chorus of, "Yes! Initiate her!"

My eyes were fixed upon the cunt of this crazy little woman so I saw the single drop of blood form and then hang from her clit! I watched as she slowly moved her finger in the direction of that drop of blood. I was startled to see the size of her clit! I recalled an earlier comment about the sizes of the clits of the Murdock whores, but I was not prepared for the woman-cock that I now saw before me. This appendage was indeed of a momentous size. It was as large as the cock of a teen-aged boy! She carefully took that drop of blood onto the very tip of her finger and then she allowed it to drip onto my clit!

My whole body exploded! My teeth clenched on the fruit gourd in my mouth and it burst! I felt a fine spray of dust in my mouth and throat! My ass muscles clenched on the gourd in my ass and it burst! There was an immediate flooding of my ass channel by a mist of the same kind of dust! Finally, I felt my cunt spasm and the gourd in my cunt burst, too! The ever present dust cloud spread throughout every part of my cunt channel! The little Indian woman gave out with an eerie cackle.

"Once more, I have my revenge! From this time onward, you shall be driven to copulate with every male and every female you encounter. You shall be unable to deny them the use of your bodily cavities! We have inundated your body and its' senses with the fruit from the, 'whore bush'! The cage in which you kept your carnal desires pent up has been destroyed and those desires are loose within the universe which is your body! The fruit of the whore bush will keep your desires at a fever pitch for the rest of your life! You are now and forever a sister in the sisterhood of the bloody hand just as are these other Murdock whores! And, when your daughter comes of age, I shall inundate her sex openings with the self-same fruit! As it has been for over a century; so it shall always be!""

The last thing I heard was the echoes of that sinister cackle.

I was still hearing that terrible cackle as I slowly regained my earthly senses. The ghost's tongue was completely through my body and its' tip extended beyond my mouth lips. I was climaxing only this climax was much more vigorous than any I had ever experienced before! I tentatively reached up and touched my tits. They were extremely firm! Not rock hard, but firm! Still there was a kind of tenderness to the touch. I put one finger upon each nipple and nearly exploded! They were so sensitive that just touching them caused another orgasm to rise immediately! My ghostly lover withdrew his tongue from my cunt and rolled me onto the floor. He left me there writhing in blissful agony as my latest climax spent itself. As my come subsided, I noticed a reddish color in the room. I stared down at my belly and I saw that my bloody hand was glowing! I realized that this was a part of that witch's revenge! Now, no matter where I might go, if the people knew of the Indian curse, they would recognize me for what I was: a sex-mad, animal in the form of a human female. A sense of sexual euphoria completely engulfed my body. Even my throat gave me the sense that I wanted a cock in my mouth to satisfy my desire. 

I made my way back to my room. I soon found that I had to walk with my legs slightly apart or, if I didn't, I would climax at every step or so. Whichever guest was scheduled for my room had long since departed so I was alone. I stood before the portrait of the Indian chief and silently cursed him, my male forebear and all of the other sisters of the bloody hand! I hadn't earned this and I didn't deserve to be humiliated in this fashion. But, as I looked upon his physique, my body began the stimulating reaction that the old witch had forecast. I pranced around in front of that painting with an open mouth and flaunted my cunt and my ass! I had turned my back on the painting when I suddenly felt the cold hand of a ghost push in between my legs. I looked quickly over my shoulder to see the face of the chief leering at me as his hands caressed and stroked my cunt and ass! I wanted him! God, how I wanted him! He spoke! It was unnatural to hear his voice!




The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 04



"Now you are squaw! I shall revenge myself by taking you in each of your womanly openings!"

He threw me down upon the floor and drove that massive phallus into my cunt! Only, this time, there was no stopping at the cervix! His phallus head burst right through into my uterus! There was a crazy mixture of pain and great pleasure. Then, he began that rhythmic, one-two-three-four- five penetration of my ass. I knew what was about to follow, but this time, my ass accepted the penetration of his hand without any resistance. As he masturbated his phallus through the wall of my ass, his other hand began a rubbing of my clit. I nearly went wild with the excitement that he was building in my body. Then, he spoke again,

"One day, you have my child. My seed is in you now. All it needs is jism. Then, when she - and you shall bear a daughter – is of a proper age, she will be drawn to this place and she shall become a part of our revenge – a whore for us just as you have become our whore. She, and you, shall tread the same path as all of your female whore relatives have trod!" As if to emphasize his sadistic use of my body, he stood and through the strength of his hand in my ass and his cock in my cunt, he held me aloft! This was accompanied by a savage laugh. "Your mother had a really tight cunt. She was top notch at making fuck. I enjoyed it whenever she took my phallus into her tight cunt. She always treated me to the exciting experience of hearing her scream and she would bleed a little as my phallus drove into her cunt. You are not so tight, but you are a good fuck nevertheless."

I stared hard into his steely eyes and knew, at once, that I couldn't let him think he was controlling me.

"You speak of revenge. Are you that stupid? I can take revenge upon you and your kind whenever I wish. All I have to do is to get into my car and drive to my home in the east. Then, you boastful son-of-a-bitch, this entire establishment shall crumble and fall to dust and you – and your compatriots – shall all be sent to join your earthly remains in the bosom of mother earth!"

His shock was readily apparent.

"What's more. Why do you think you deserve anything like revenge upon my family? You were the ones who stealthily attacked my ancestor's troops."

"That is not the purpose of our revenge."

"Then, what is?"

"We were not all warriors that day. There was one who accompanied us into battle. She was the tribe's shaman! From the glow of the hand upon your belly, I know that you met her tonight. Yes. I refer to Mary Running-Deer! Your great ancestor, the Major, was not so considerate of Mary as to kill her on the spot. No! Instead, he gave her to his soldiers and they – each in turn –raped her until she was nothing but a corpse! It is for that terrible treatment of Mary that we seek revenge!"

"I understand, but, if by fucking me, you consider this as revenge – you are sadly mistaken. I will allow you and the others the freedom of my body and its' openings only because of the pleasure that I derive from these actions. If you attempt in any way to harm me, I shall destroy you! Now, shall we be as phallus and cunt or shall we be as enemies?"

His laughter roared out into the night. "You are a worthy opponent, indeed! I accept your terms. We shall be as phallus and cunt and may we both enjoy our relationship for many years to come." 

I looked back at him and said, "Shut up, you bastard! Put me down and fuck me!" 

Jane found me there upon the floor with the Chief's jism pooling between my spread legs.



The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 05



What little time I had allowed myself for sleep after my bout with the chief, was an exercise in futility. No matter how I positioned myself in the bed, sooner or later, I began to climax. The rubbing of the bed clothes was enough to excite my body to a point where it began responding. Finally, a short while after day-break, I surrendered to the inevitable. I got up and paced about my room. I happened to stop in front of my full-length mirror and I got my first look at my self after my induction into the sisterhood. My tits looked as though someone had cemented two halves of a melon onto my chest. There was no drooping or sagging and my nipples pointed straight forward. My areolas had developed a swarthy coloration and my nipples looked like someone had dropped a cherry smack dab in the middle of each areola! What's more, my cherry nipples were each at least a half-inch long! The scar tissue that had marked my branding was gone. It was replaced by nice, even skin so that my belly was as smooth as a baby's ass!

Then, I gasped! My clit had taken on a completely different aspect! Where, as before, it had always been hidden by its' sheath now it protruded from the top of my cunt slit! Like my nipples, it, too, was a half inch long or more! I recalled Jane's characterization of it as a, 'girly cock'! It was even topped by a red bulb that seemed to mirror a male's cock-head! I made my first mistake as I tentatively stuck a finger down toward it. I just barely touched it, but that touch caused a jolt to slam through my body as if I had been struck by lightning! The ensuing climax threw me to the floor where I lay gasping and writhing under the pressures of a painful, but delicious ecstasy! Slowly, I recovered my senses enough to remove my finger from my clit-head.

"Holy cow! That marks the end of tight under-pants for you!"

Fortunately, it had rained during the night and it was still raining this morning. All of that rain would make the road a mess so my daily trip to the cabin was delayed until the next day. But, the next day was Sunday and I was scheduled to attend the church services in the town, so I had a day or more to think over my situation. 

It took me nearly an hour to achieve a point where I could get up and my resulting steps towards the dining room could only be described as a drunken stagger. I managed to reach my table and was just sitting down when one of the oldest of our guests came over to me.

"It seems strange to greet you with a, 'Good Morning' in the middle of the day, but since most of us spent the entire night in the throes of sexual pleasure, it is fitting that I do so. So, 'Good Morning'. You look as though you had an especially hard night! Care for some idle chatter?"

"Absolutely. I am not very good company for myself today so talking with another inmate of this crazy asylum is just what I need. I am Jenny. And, you are?"

"I'm Maud and I am well aware of who you are."

"I know I'm being rude, but may I ask you a question?"

"Not at all, but I know what it is you want to ask. I am seventy-eight! And I have been coming to the Lodge for some sixty-odd years! Now, your next question is, undoubtedly, 'Why?' So, here's my story. I think you may profit from hearing it. It starts before I even knew there was a Lodge at Murdock Crossing. I was young. Not yet nineteen. I knew that my mother had always taken a yearly vacation -- as she called it - but I didn't know where she spent the time. I was two months from my nineteenth birthday when, one day, my mother took my hand and announced, 'Come on, Maud dear. You and I are going to the circus!' You have to realize that, for my mother to say this, was a really big departure from her normal, rather austere demeanor. Oh, I should tell you that my mother was a college professor and she taught world literature. I was shocked, but I went along with what I thought must be the first stages of elderly dementia! We piled into her car and away we went only our first stop was not where the circus was being presented, but rather, we stopped at the zoo! Things had gone from absurdity to -- well, utter craziness!

We walked all over the zoo until we found the cages where the big cats were housed. Mother stood and looked at the cats for the longest time. As we stood there staring at the big cats, mom said, "This is the jungle and these animals are in their proper surroundings!" Now, I've got to interrupt my story to make sure you understand something about my mother. She was not the kind of mother who was always telling you, in no uncertain terms, what you could and could not do. What you should and should not do. Instead, she much preferred to lay out an idea and let you ponder over it for as long as it was necessary -- with the calm assurance that sooner or later you would come to the right conclusion. And, by, 'right conclusion' , she always accepted that you might very well reach a conclusion that was not what she would have preferred. So, as we stood there, gazing at the big cats, I knew that there was some kind of message in this for me, but I was unable to discern what it was.

Then we piled back into the car and, just as she had said, we went to the circus. We were both having a great time when she looked at me and said, "Isn't it a shame for them to try to make humans out of the animals?" That brought me up short and I began to stare more intently at the animal performers. However, I still couldn't make the connection that she was obviously driving me towards. Then, three weeks later, as we drove up onto that old bridge, over that dry wash, mom looked at me and told me, "Look behind you. That is the circus! Now, look ahead, that is the jungle!" I knew she was referring to that day at the zoo, but her meaning missed me again. We drove through Murdock's Crossing and, as you probably were, I was somewhat distressed. After all, I had come from a very large city and this was nothing but a rickety, old dump. Mom maneuvered the car up to the lodge and got me a room in the guest cabins. Her parting remark was, "I'll go check in and then I'll come back for you and we will go to dinner." Dinner? At that time of day? But, this wasn't the greatest surprise that she had in store for me. When she returned, I could only stare at her. I know that my eyes were bulging out of my head and my mouth was wide open in surprise. My mother was bare-assed naked!

"Mom! Where are your clothes? You are totally nude!"

"No, Maud, I am not nude, I am naked! Here there is a definite difference. Remember, this is the jungle! We left the circus out there on the highway. Come. Let's go eat."

Frankly, I didn't know whether or not I wanted to follow this strange woman! Surely, once she entered the lodge, she would be extremely embarrassed. I was wrong. Hugely wrong. As we walked into the dinning room, I - the fully clothed one - was the one who was embarrassed! For every where I looked I saw nothing but nude women! Then, as we ate our dinner, mom gave me my second lesson in living.

"Maud, what do you think the purposes were of that very first female who struggled down out of the trees?"

I could only shake my head in utter confusion.

"Maud, the purposes o f those first females were two-fold: To procreate and to give and receive pleasure. What we here call P and P behavior. All of these women have come here to recapture the sensations of being among those first females! To do this, they will have nightly sex with the ghosts that haunt this lodge! A faceless, unseen male will fulfill their every sexual wish. What? I can see by your expression that you want to ask me a question so ask away."

"Mom, are you saying that all of these women are nymphos?"

"Not at all. These women are seeking an answer to the question, 'Why am I here?' or, in many cases, 'What am I?'"

"And they get answers to these questions in this place?"

"Yes, they do. Just as I have over the years. This is where I spend my yearly vacations!"

"But, mom! You are a college professor! An expert in your field! What more do you need to know?"

"Honey, those terms are the costumes that I wear when I am in the circus! Here, I am in my natural element: the basic environment in which I was first conceived and born. Here I am reduced to my natural status as an animal! Here, I am a cunt!"

I nearly fell off my chair. Never in my life had I ever heard my mother use language of this kind. 'Damn' was even verboten in our household.

"We stayed at the lodge for almost a month and, sometime during that stay, I realized what my mother was telling me. It hit me with a sudden great force. Mom was showing me what my original purpose in life was and what it was today. I won't belabor the point, but, in the sixty years that I have been coming here, I have seen numerous females reach the same conclusion. That is, they are not women, girls, ladies, brides, mothers, dames, whores, college professors, corporation heads or society grand-dames. First and always, they are cunts! Basic animal cunts!"

Maud paused to let me digest her remarks. I wondered, "Is that what I am? Is that what I am meant to be?" 

We ended our conversation on that note and I returned to my room. My head was completely discombobulated. No matter how hard I thought over what Maud had said, I couldn't reach any sensible conclusion. That night, I got my answer. When my ghostly fucking partner lifted me up onto the plane of pleasure, I once more saw the sisterhood arrayed before me. For a very long time, we stared at one another. Then, each, in turn, came to me and said, "Yes! You are an animal cunt just as I am!" When each had spoken, they faced me and said, in unison, "Welcome sister cunt!" My doubts were allayed as I realized what my status in life was to be.

The next day, I went in search of Maud. I wanted to know more about me, my purpose and my background. I found her, as usual, in the dinning room.

"Aha, I can tell by the look on your face that you have discovered something about yourself. Tell me, are you dismayed by what you have learned?"

"Not at all. I guess that I have always been a cunt and now I know that is just what I am destined to be. Would you tell me more about this place and the other people? Did you know my mother?"

"Of course, I did. She was a very nice person and I was sorry when she left."

"What was the true reason for her leaving the Lodge?"

Maud looked at me with a very queer look on her face and I knew that I had touched upon a subject that she would probably have preferred to avoid. Then she answered.

"Jenny, dear, I assume that Mrs. B has not given you all of the facts concerning your life here so I will act as your informant. First, I must go back to the earliest days when the settlers first arrived here. As you know, they call themselves, 'hedonists' when in actuality they are heathens. As far as you are concerned, the salient fact of their lives is that they do not believe in nor practice monogamy! In their eyes, a sense of, 'belonging' does not exist between adults. Incidentally, this is why you will never hear them say anything about, 'making love'. Love between members of what they refer to as, 'the family' is not a part of their rules of life. Instead, they, 'make fuck'! So, sexually, you should accept that this was the first real commune. And, imagine their surprise when they discovered that the local Indians held much the same idea. When you get a chance, ask some of the town's people what their names are. If they are truthful, they will only give you a first name because they believe that they are all of the same family. The crime of incest has no meaning amongst these people! I don't know for certain, but Evelyn must have harbored feelings that were much like what she found here. Oh, I see that you have a question for me. Ask away."

"What about the children? Who takes care of them?"

"The town's people have a very well organized operation. Since no one is married -- or, if you will -- everyone is married to everyone else, the whole town takes care of the youngsters. Incidentally, the town's people are very careful about not overtly breaking the state law so no child under sixteen -- the legal age of consent -- is allowed to engage in any form of sexual activity. It is a case of, 'watch they may, but no touch!' Now, I can see that this discussion has brought some more thoughts to your mind and I bet I can guess just exactly what they are. What happens if you become pregnant? Obviously, Mrs. B hasn't filled you in on the contract that you are presumed to fulfill. Because of your sexual adventures in the cabin and -- oh, I forgot -- you have not yet experienced one of the people's church services. Take it from me, they are just as sex-filled as your cabin episodes! When you become pregnant -- and, notice I say, 'when' not, 'if' for you will most certainly become pregnant at some time or other -- your child will be presumed to be a citizen of the community. Boy babies will be taken from you at the time of birth and given to foster parents. Girl babies will be kept here in the town and nurtured by mothers here. You will be allowed to see your girl and, just possibly, feed her from your own breasts, but once they are beyond the breast-feeding stage, you will be forbidden to see or contact them until they reach the age of legal consent!"

I must have looked as though I had seen a ghost! Maud continued,

"You must always think in terms of the most communal good. The town and the tribe depend upon the Lodge for their existence so, if at all possible, there must always be a female Murdock heir in residence here or the Lodge will eventually cease to exist."

"You say that you knew my mother. What about my aunts? Did you know them, too?"

"Of course, I did. When I first came to the Lodge, Evelyn was very sick and she died soon thereafter. As you know, her daughter had three daughters so the line was insured or, so the people thought. Then Rose's two daughters died in an accident and Jasmine's daughter died of the flu. By the time that these terrible events had occurred, both of your aunts were beyond the child-bearing age. To make matters worse, your mother had fled the Lodge and, somehow, taken you with her."

"Was that her reason for leaving? Do you know?"

"Sure. She just couldn't bear parting with you and the only way for her to be able to raise you was for her to take you and leave. She was lucky that she was able to pull it off."

"You make the Murdock women out to be nothing but breed mares!" Maud's silence confirmed my assertion.

After a lengthy and very pregnant silence, Maud continued. "I know that I have upset you something fierce and, at the risk of upsetting you even more, I feel that you should be told something else. Because boy babies are cared for either by the women of the town or by the women of the tribe and the Murdock mothers never know who is rearing their male offspring, you may have already been fucked by one of your uncles or, perhaps a brother! You may even have been fucked by your own father!"

I couldn't take any more of Maud's revelations so that ended our conversation! I went to my room and lay down upon my bed. My mind was awhirl with thoughts of Maud's revelations. All my life, I had been told innumerable times that incest was definitely immoral. Now, I was told that not only was it allowed in this environment, but it was expected! I wasn't at all sure that I could cope with this development. I must have fallen asleep for it was after dark when I became aware of my surroundings. I rose, showered and went in search of my assigned room. When I entered, I saw that my, 'date' for the night was already stirring. I spoke to him.

"I want your cock in my ass!"

No sooner had I uttered those words, but I felt the usual nudge at my puckered hole. A thought flashed through my mind.

"This will be your first experience since those sisters of yours dosed you with the stuff from the God-awful bush. I wonder how I shall react to that." In just a few heartbeats, I found out.

As the head of the ghostly cock pushed through into my puckered hole, I climaxed! And, as that terrible, but wonderful cock pushed deeper and deeper into my ass, I climaxed with the passage of each and every inch of cock! I was not aware of how far into my ass it had gotten before I found myself on the plain of pleasure once more. This was exactly what I had been striving for. I quickly looked around and, in the distance, I spotted the other members of the sister hood. They approached me and finally stopped in a half-circle directly in front of me. We stared at each other for several seconds before my mother spoke.

"Well, sweetie? Why have you summoned us here?"

"Mom, I have just learned that it is very possible that someday I may be expected to fuck one of my very own relatives! How do I avoid this?"

"Honey, you don't avoid it."

"But, mom! That is incest!"

This caused a peal of very eerie laughter to come forth from the assembled sisters. When their laughter had died, mom spoke again.

"Exactly!" I started to speak, but my mother silenced me. "Wait until I ask you some questions. What is it that you want?"

I stared at her without comprehending her meaning.

"What have you got stuck into your gut this very instant?"

"A cock?"

"Exactly. And, if you will think about it and be honest with yourself, you will realize that it is a cock that you want." I knew she was right, so I just gave her a slight nod. "Well then, what earthly difference does it make whose cock it is? To borrow an expression, 'A cock is a cock is a cock!' It doesn't make the slightest difference if that cock happens to be an appendage hanging from your father's crotch or your brother's crotch, either. I am surprised that you haven't realized by now that there is no way in the world for me to even tell you who your father was. We all know that you have only spent one day in the cabin, but just suppose that you discovered this morning that you were pregnant. Which one of the men who pushed his cock up inside your cunt would you name as the father of your child?"

I saw the rationality of her comment at once. Then, another thought occurred to me. 

"Mom, am I a nymphomaniac?"

"No sweetie, you are not. But, you are becoming a nymph! That is something quite different. All of us, your sisters, are nymphs. Your life will be totally consumed with thoughts of sexual matters and the conquest of desirable sexual partners. Your sexual hunger will be immense and largely insatiable. Take it from me, it is a great physical experience! And, it shall last for the rest of your time on earth and beyond!" She stopped talking and looked at me. 

"What's wrong?"

"Mom, that damned stuff you and the other sisters dumped in me has made me excitable as hell, Oh, God! Oh...oh....oh...I'm coming!"

As usual, my climax started somewhere under my breast bone and tore down through my guts! My breathing was rapid and labored until that climax finally spent its' force and I could recover. I resumed the conversation,

"When will this nymph stuff happen?"

"No one can answer that question. A switch in your brain will flip on and your libido will shift into high gear. When this happens, you will definitely know it!"

"What will happen when I die?"

"Then you shall become as one of us. You will visit human males during the night and, - oh my heavens! Are you coming again?" 

I could only nod my head and enjoy the floor of intense pleasure that coursed through my nervous system. My head fell forward as I strained to ease the passage of my climax. Gradually, I came back to something resembling normality. As if she had not even hesitated, mom continued ,

"Sometimes, you can have your sexual hunger assuaged during the day. Just imagine! You will have access to every cock in the whole world! Does that interest you?"




The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 05



I could only laugh at my thoughts of this prospect and, as I laughed, I nearly choked for suddenly I was gripped by yet another of the most massive orgasms I had ever experienced! My senses faded. When I woke, I was lying on the floor back in my room. Somehow, my reservations about my impending incestuous relationships had dissipated!



The Lodge at Murdock Crossing Ch. 06



Practically every morning after a sex session with a ghostly lover, I had slept in until either Jane or Mrs. B came to wake me. For some reason, this morning I awoke quickly and completely. I didn't want to admit it even to myself, but the possibility of being fucked by one of my actual family members was exciting. I completed my morning toilet and, as I came out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Maud standing there obviously waiting for me.

"Mrs. B is busy arranging things for this morning's service so she asked me to help you prepare for the ceremony."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it is just that damned old car. It takes fits every once in a while where it won't start. Mrs. B will have it ready in no time. Come. I have brought you a light breakfast. From what I know of these occasions, you would be well advised not to eat too heavily. After you have eaten, I'll help you into your gown."

"Am I supposed to wear something special?"

"Of course. The chatelaine prepares a new gown for each Sunday's service. They usually don't last for more than one service."

As she said this, she got a mischievous smile on her face and I realized that she was hinting at some kind of sexual meeting. The thought of this kind of event gave my libido a quick boost.

I ate my breakfast and then stood while Maud placed a gown over my head and smoothed it down along my body. I almost laughed when I viewed myself in the mirror. The gown was made of white lace and the openings in it were so large that I might as well have been naked. Every private part was visible through the lacy material. I turned to look at myself from the rear and gasped. There was a slit that ran from the hem of the gown all the way up to my waist! Maud anticipated my question and said, 

"Believe me, honey. From what I have heard of these things, that opening will come in very handy."

She wouldn't say anything more than that and, just as I was starting to insist upon an explanation, Mrs. B arrived. She, too, was dressed in a see-through white gown.

"Good! I was afraid that we would be late, but, I see, you are all prepared. That's fine. We can leave now." As she turned and exited the room I noticed that her ass showed through the identical slit in her gown.

The car ride to the church was really queer. Try as I might, I couldn't get that gown to close in the back so I spent the entire trip sitting on my naked behind! Thank God that the day was warm and not wintery. My first impression was that we had the wrong day. There were no cars in evidence whatsoever and no people in sight! This didn't upset Mrs. B at all. She ushered me from the car and into the building. It was then that I discovered the entire town of Murdock's Crossing was awaiting our arrival. A very small woman came up to us and Mrs. B introduced her.

"Jenny, this is Gertrude – the church chatelaine."

"Oh, so it is you I have to thank for this beautiful gown."

"It is a pleasure to serve the Totem Kurva Whore. Everyone is assembled and waiting for us, so let's get ready."

The woman was obviously a midget for her head barely reached my waist. For some unknown reason, I took special notice of her hands. They were about the size of a small girl's hands. Before I could look at her closely, Mrs. B continued with her directions, 

"Gertrude will accompany you as you walk down the aisle. She will always be in a position to support you."

"I really don't think I will need that. I feel pretty good."

"Believe me, Jenny, you will need her assistance!"

Before I could say anything more, the preparations for my introduction to the congregation began.

Gertrude spoke to me: "If the Totem will just bend over."

I hadn't been watching the diminutive Gertrude and now, as I turned to look at her, I saw that she had a huge glob of something that looked like grease on her right hand and she was gesturing towards a small stool. While I stood there digesting this, Mrs. B pushed me from behind and moved me into a bent-over position. She hadn't any more than gotten me into this unexpected position when Gertrude's other little hand came into view. She was holding a bulb syringe with a very long nozzle. She insinuated the syringe in between my ass cheeks and then into my puckered hole. In less time than it takes to describe what was being done to me, the nozzle of that syringe was deeply embedded in my ass! I wriggled my ass so as to make the nozzle feel a little more comfortable and, while I was doing this, Gertrude put her mouth up against my ear and whispered,

"Gertrude know what kurva whore need and she blow dust into your gut!"

As she said this, she squeezed the bulb of the syringe and I felt a blast of air and something else deep within my ass passage. At the same time, Gertrude's tongue darted out and began a fucking-motion in my ear! A series of chills ran down my spine and I began sucking in my breath as the combined effects of the kurva dust and Gertrude's tongue made my arousal become more and more intense. Whether this was the little woman's idea of a distraction or not, I never knew, but, while I was shivering with the delight caused by her tongue in my ear, her smallish hand burst through and into my puckered hole! 

Instantly, her hand was inside my ass and proceeding upwards into my belly! I've had some strange things done to me in the past, but this took the cake. I thought to object, but the effect I was experiencing was too much for me. Mrs. B placed one hand in the middle of my back and the other on my chest. By applying pressure to both hands, she caused me to stand upright. This was stranger than before for Gertrude's hand and, I guess, most of her arm were still in my ass!

"There will be a receiving line so you must stand straight! Gertrude will function as your, 'Lady-in-waiting'! But, I shall be the first to welcome you!" 

Her hand dropped down to rest upon my mound and her finger teased my clit. This, in combination with Gertrude's ministrations, choked off any objections I might have felt. 

"But, Mrs. B! How can I do that with Gertrude's hand in ...well, you know where it is."

"She will provide you support throughout the greeting part of the ceremony. Ah, there's the signal now. The congregation is ready for us."

With that, she flung open the double doors leading into the church proper and I was confronted with my first meeting with the church members. They were assembled in two lines that formed an avenue through which I was obviously expected to walk. I was not ready for this so I halted. I took a minute to look about me. I was definitely surprised to see five huge portraits, two on one wall and three on the wall opposite. They were pictures of Evelyn, her daughter, and my aunts and my mother! They were all dressed in the same white, lace gown that I was wearing. It gave me a queer feeling to look at the pictures of my ancestors and to realize that I was now one with them!

The obvious leader of the congregation stood before a very plain and austere table. He, like all of the men was naked from the waist down and I found it extremely difficult to tear my eyes away from his hanging cock. He addressed his opening remarks to the assembled church members,

"Members of the Church of Pleasure at Murdock's Crossing it is my duty and my great pleasure to introduce to you the reincarnation of our Totem, The Kurva Whore! Chatelaine, please bring the Kurva whore forward!"

The pressure of Gertrude's hand was enough to start me down through the tunnel formed by the receiving lines. That was when I knew that I was really and truly going to need the support of Gertrude's hand for, as I passed each couple, I shook hands with the one on my right and then the one on my left. They, in turn, reached out with their free hand and stroked either the sign of the Bloody Hand and my clit or my cunt lips. The men usually pushed a finger in between my cunt lips and the women, without fail, gave my emergent clit a caress. I hadn't gone more than a very few steps and I was climaxing! It was only the pressure of Gertrude's hand that kept me upright otherwise, I would have been crawling on my hands and knees as orgasm after orgasm raced through me. My eyes glazed over and I was in a kind of stupor. My peripheral vision faded and I could only see straight ahead of me. This caused my stare to lock onto the cock of the leader and, as we drew nearer to that wonderful instrument of pleasure, I became more and more entranced by it. There were eighty people there and I lost count of my climaxes at seven, but I never lost sight of that beautiful cock!

After what seemed to be an exciting eternity, Gertrude and I arrived at the head of the line. We stopped and stood looking at the church-leader. BY this time, his cock was fully erect. I couldn't help myself. I dropped to my knees and began kissing and sucking that very attractive cock! A murmur ran throughout the crowd and I wondered if I had just ruined the whole ceremony. Gertrude leaned forward and once more whispered to me,

"You do exactly right thing! How you know?"

The Leader was speaking, but I was having difficulty hearing him and his voice was very erratic. No doubt my mouth was driving him towards his climax as my own became more imminent. Somehow, he kept his voice and emotions under control and continued with his introduction,

"Welcome, Totem, Kurva Whore! We are overjoyed that you have returned to us. May I introduce you to Frank who shall serve as your guide to the places of pleasure for today! Members, our greetings are over! Now, we shall give our blessings to June and Paul for they have promised their pleasures to one another. "

He looked very relieved when I withdrew my tongue and lips from his cock and stood alongside him. I don't know if what I did then was correct or not, but I couldn't restrain myself. I smiled at all of the assembled people and emphatically licked my lips. A ripple of amusement ran through the crowd. The Leader continued with his introduction of June and Paul by gesturing towards a curtained-off alcove on his left. The curtains were summarily drawn back and two very lovely teenagers – totally naked – stood before the congregation. Without any hesitation, the female took hold of the rampant cock of the young male and led him to a prepared bed. He stretched out upon the bed and she promptly flung a leg over his hips. In a matter of just a few seconds, they were united in a carnal embrace. June rapidly and emphatically fucked her man. I turned to the leader and asked him, 

"Does this mean that they are husband and wife?"

"Oh, no! They have merely promised to share their pleasures with each other."

Maud's comment about these people not believing in monogamy jumped into my mind. While I was digesting this, the leader said to a man who I had not hitherto noticed,

"Frank, if you are ready, I think it is time that you pleasure the Totem Kurva Whore! 

A sudden and very purposeful pressure from Gertrude's hand told me I should move! So, the ceremony was officially launched. 

Frank reached down and put his hand flush against my mound. His hand was big enough that his finger touched the tip of my clit. I shuddered with excitement and I began gasping as my desire resumed its' progress towards climax. I reached across towards him and took hold of his cock. The flaccid nature of his cock surprised me since I, myself, was excited by the anticipation of the sex to come. In this intimate fashion, we, along with Gertrude, proceeded to a position behind the leader and his table. There I saw what could only be a type of altar. The culmination of our sex was obviously to be found upon this altar. Frank lay down upon it and Gertrude helped me to mount him. She stood behind the altar so that the congregation could watch our joining. The little vixen must have thought this through before even starting the ceremony! Once I was straddling his hips, she guided his cock head inside my outer cunt lips. It was pleasurable just kneeling there with a cock in position to plunge into me.

"Frank, I will go very slow."

"I know. You have been sprinkled with that dust from the whore's bush and you are always on the edge of coming."

"How were you selected to be my partner today? Did you win a contest or something?"

"No. I was selected because I am one of your brothers!"

I gasped and my head jerked upwards. Gertrude took this opportunity to once more whisper to me, 

"He may be your father!"

I had wondered what having sex with one of my family would be like and now it was about to happen. I felt Gertrude's hand exerting a downward pressure on my ass and ever so slowly, I sank down a few millimeters upon Frank's cock. His cock was strengthening as it lay inside my cunt and my latest orgasm was growing! It was as if a wall had fallen inside of my psyche and my spirits flew to the skies as I felt my brother's cock inch deeper and deeper into my cunt. I knew that I was going to enjoy this beyond all that I had ever known. My brother was about to fuck me!

"Did you know my ... our mother?"

"Sure. Every fall, Jason and Michal and I would take our produce to market in the capital city. They are your other brothers. On one of my first trips, mom, 'happened' to meet up with me."

"Did that meeting lead to sex with her?"

"Sure. That's what she wanted. After that meeting, the three of us would go into the city together. We usually stayed with her for three days. She was a really hot mama! Her Kurva dust never let her calm down. Just the sight of a cock and she was off. We did singles and twosomes and threesomes. She told us about you and said that, someday, she would bring you to meet us. I guess she never got the chance, but here we are!"

"Yes, here we are! Didn't you feel strange making fuck with your own mother?"

"Well, maybe a little, at first. But she was one sexy babe and, after all, she was just like any other cunt. Her cunt was warmer than most of the ones I have experienced and it was as soft as a pile of goose down. She liked to fuck and she especially liked fucking me and Jason and Michal. She got a special thrill out of having sex with her own sons. Aren't you feeling something special?" 

I just nodded because I knew that there was something extraordinarily exciting about having my brother's cock deep within my cunt. I remembered how the sisters had laughed when I wondered about having sex with my family members. I thought to myself. "Oh God! This is excitingly different! Somehow, Frank's cock was touching secret parts of my cuntal passage and I was on fire with the resulting desire!" 

"She was really good at it. By the way, how old are you?"

"I'm thirty-two."

"When is your birthday?"

"I was born in May. Why do you ask?"

"I am fifty and the first time I fucked our mother I was just eighteen and it was in September!" 

Both of us paused as we contemplated what that might mean.

"In other words, I may be your father!"

My heart took another leap! I was not only fucking my brother, but just perhaps my father as well! There was a pause as we stared into each other's eyes. Neither one of us could bring ourselves to speak nor to continue our sexual actions. Then, good old Gertrude jammed her hand brusquely into my ass and I once more realized that I was reveling in animal sex with my brother! Not only did I feel that I was back in Maud's jungle, but I was thoroughly enjoying my sexual escapade with my brother. 

"Fuck me, daddy! Fuck your daughter!"

I had been listening to Frank's tale of his sexual adventures with our mother and not paying any attention to what I was doing. Gertrude was pumping her hand in and out of my ass like the piston of a pump. So, when I felt his pubic hair against my thighs, I was surprised. I knew that I had taken the full length of his cock into my cunt. I was especially surprised at how good it felt to have my brother's cock deep within my cunt! Or, was it my father's cock? Gertrude didn't allow me much time for considering my position. She began twisting and rubbing her hand inside of my ass and I exploded! My breathing became shallow and labored. I drove myself down hard upon Frank's cock. I began grunting as my climax drove downwards through my body towards my cunt. I screamed with pleasure as I climaxed and then I collapsed upon Frank's chest. I lay there while I regained my composure. Good old Gertrude whispered to me once more,

"Fucking a brother or your father is really good? Yes?" All I could do was to nod my head.

"Did you know that mama had a unique way of fucking?"

"No, Frank, I didn't know that. How would I? What do you mean?"

"When her climax started, she would twist and turn her butt and that would increase the pleasure for us. You are just like her! You have the same kind of twisting action when you climax!"

"Does that cause you pain?"

"Not at all, just the opposite! It makes the reaction of my cock more virulent. I want to blast my jism so deep into your cunt that I can hardly contain myself. Can you go again?"

"Absolutely. You didn't come, did you?"

"No, I have been taught to hold myself back so that the cunt I am fucking can get her passion up to a point where she and I can come together. But, you came faster than I expected. Shall we continue?"

My answer was direct, simple and clear. I raised my buttocks and began pumping my cunt up and down on his now very erect cock. I no longer needed any guidance from Gertrude. I was a driven slut!

I rolled my head to one side and looked at the rest of the church's congregation. They were engaged in a massive orgy! All that I could see was a huge pile of naked bodies tightly entwined in sexual positions. Their movements were frantic and frenzied. My own movements were just as wild and unrestrained. Then, a sudden impulse struck me and I began to sing! My voice was low, but it carried far and wide. The words of my song were strange even to me and, as I sang, the sexual violence of the congregation increased. The church's ceremony had developed into a wild orgy!

Far away, the cunts of the black dagger lodges heard the song and they immediately fell upon the males and took their cocks into their cunts. Jane pushed her son down and straddled his hips. He looked up at her with a frightened expression on his face for her cunt looked like a ravenous mouth about to devour him and her expression was one of wild, animal desire. Then, as she lowered herself down onto him, her cunt sucked his cock up inside of her! His body convulsed as his orgasm beat its' way through his body. Jane didn't even have to indulge in the fucking motion for her cunt sucked her son's cock steadily and continuously until he came again and again. And my song continued!

In the halls of the Lodge, the spirits rose even though it was broad daylight and each female was immediately impaled upon a ghostly cock! As good as the previous night-time experiences had been, the orgasms that the females experienced were many times more powerful. And they never stopped! Ghosts and females fucked throughout the whole day and even into the night. It was a magnificent orgy.

AND THE SONG OF THE NYMPH WAS HEARD THROUGHOUT THE LAND!