Chapter 29 - Arlene Part 8
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Section 7 - Initiation at the Girl Scout Camp
"I need a break," I whined as another Pagan mounted me. The last guy had taken
me anally and spent what seemed like forever pounding his cock into my
rubbed-raw asshole. When he finished, he pissed in my butt to amuse himself. Cum
and piss were dribbling out by asshole onto the mattress. That further irritated
my chaffed rectal tissue. Of course, I wasn't going to get a one, a break that
is.
"Shut up, cunt," said the Pagan as he delivered a ringing slap across my face.
He grabbed my tender nipples between his thumb and forefinger; dug his black
edged cracked thumbnails into my flesh and pressed down hard. I writhed in agony
as he twisted my buds back and forth. I suppose that was his idea of foreplay.
But then I got lucky. He put it in my pussy; still it felt like I was being
screwed with a sandpaper dildo.
I'd lost count of how many men had climbed between my legs and slipped their
cock into the orifice of their choice. Along with five other female initiates, I
was laying on a mattress on the floor of a small cabin that the Pagans had
dubbed "The Love Shack." I think there was a song by that name a few years back.
What was happening in that place on that night exemplified the Pagans approach
to love and romance.
The other three girls who I knew from the Side Car weren't in any better
shape. The two younger girls, Doris and Gina, hadn't made a sound, not even a
moan, in an hour. They were just lying there on their backs passed out with
their legs spread. You could stick your fist in their pussies and assholes they
were so stretched out. Both Doris and Gina were being butt fucked by a couple of
greasy, dirty, drunk out-of-their-minds Pagans who were having a difficult time
keeping their cock from slipping out of the girl's assholes. There were
periodic exclamations of "shit" and fuck" that meant they had slipped out once
more. The guys fucking them were too drunk to cum but they wouldn't give up and
call it a night. It was past two in the morning and we'd been fucked
continuously since 8:00PM. My cunt and asshole were throbbing. My jaw felt like
it was dislocated and my throat was sore from cock being forced into my gullet.
Even my ears hurt where they'd been used as handles for fucking my face. I also
felt bloated from having swallowed enough cum and piss to fill a mop bucket.
Several of the after midnight crowd had either pissed all over us or made us
serve as a receptacle when they emptied their beer-swollen bladders.
Janet, the forty year old, and the third member known to me from The Side Car,
was still awake. The guy screwing her kept making her open her mouth so he could
spit in it. I'd never understood what motivated Janet to want to become a Pagan.
She had a successful civil law practice with offices both in Manchester and
Boston. She drove a nice convertible Mercedes-Benz 500SL and had one of the most
expensive Harley's of all the Pagans. I suppose money had nothing to do with why
Janet had agreed to lie on her back while some troglodyte amused himself by
slowly drooling spit into her mouth as he fucked her well-used pussy.
A couple of years back, Janet's hubby had run off with one of the twenty
something paralegals that worked in their office. With the husband gone and
their only son in Princeton, Janet decided to forgo the good life, as she knew
it and go over to the dark side. I heard her partner bringing the contents of
his esophagus and throat up to the launch position then giving Janet her
instructions. I couldn't see her but I could hear them talking.
"Open your mouth, Janet, this one's got body."
"Don't make me swallow that," whined Janet. But there was something in her
voice that made me think she wanted to be forced to gulp down more sputum. I'm
pretty hardcore by anybody's standards but the joy of swallowing someone else's
spit is something I just don't understand.
"Open wide, bitch, you're going to be able to chew this one."
I heard Janet make a little yelp of pain. Apparently her partner was being
persuasive, probably compressing one of her nipples to paper thinness. When you
have money and means and you still choose to subject yourself to that sort of
treatment, you need to find a good therapist. Something in your psyche needs
repair.
I heard the sounds of someone spitting.
"Tasty, wasn't it? You swallowed that right down. I'll bring up another one up
for you, a lunger this time."
The guys who come last to a gangbang aren't the ones with normal sexual
desires. They are the bottom feeders, the dregs that like pig play. The last guy
had insisted I suck and lick his armpits as he fucked me. I shouldn't complain.
He'd done the same for me and my deodorant had failed hours ago. It was hot in
The Love Shack and humid as the Everglades in August. The smell of cum, cunt,
and piss assaulted your nostrils. You could taste the air and it had the flavor
of a well-fucked pussy that had been pissed in.
Normal guys aren't interested in sloppy seconds. Earlier in the evening, we'd
kept a roll of toilet paper around to swab out our cunts between fucks but these
after midnight guys preferred a loose slime filled hole. The floor was littered
with wads of toilet paper glued together with what you wiped out of your pussy
after a biker had dropped his load.
Somehow in spite of the filth and depravity or maybe because of it, I was into
it. I'd been gangbanged a few times since I agreed to go undercover as a Pagan
but this was on a different scale. A girl who's been initiated in The Love Shack
has a different view of herself the next day. For one thing, your self-esteem is
off the charts. You've done something that few other women would have the guts
to try. You've reduced sex to its most elemental. You've gone to a place that
few have and come back. You're different somehow.
The Pagan who had just mounted me was something out of a nightmare for a
girl's first blind date. When he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders,
he displayed a set of teeth that hadn't seen a dental hygienist since he was in
grammar school. Almost every tooth between the top bicuspids was missing. There
were also gaps through the upper and lower molars. The remainder was covered
with green slime and black spots. His breath smelled like he had eaten a plate
of rotten human flesh for dinner. His face was heavily pockmarked with the kind
of acne scars that you usually find in medical textbooks. His forehead was
decorated with pustules that you'd expect on a fourteen-year-old boy whose
sebaceous glands were working overtime. If he'd ever wash that greasy mop of
hair hanging down over his face, his complexion problem might have improved but
then again, why mess with perfection.
Someone had damaged one of his eyes leaving it a solid milky white with no
iris. The other eye was normal, a little bloodshot. I concentrated on looking
into the good eye as we fucked. Add to that, his fingernails were black as coal;
and his hair hadn't been washed since the last time he was out in the rain. When
I put a hand on the back of his neck you could feel large bumps. The only things
he lacked to make him perfect were running sores. You now have a good picture of
the man whose cock was invading my rubbed raw vagina.
Pleasant or not, I decided to act like a true Pagan female and not
discriminate against the downright disgusting. I wrapped my arms and legs around
Mr. Wonderful and pulled him in tight for a tongue kiss. He stuck his tongue in
my mouth and I sucked slowly on it as I massaged his skinny butt cheeks. My arms
are long and he was a small guy so I managed to get my fingers onto his crusty
asshole and pushed a digit inside his ring. He emitted an appreciate grunt that
allowed me to savor the full aroma of his breath.
I surprised myself by finding the energy to hump my pussy up against him and
squeezing my cunt muscles around his skinny dick. There was only one way to deal
with total human depravity and that is to revel in it. I decided he needed some
verbal encouragement.
"Fuck me, lover, screw Arlene's nasty pussy with your big cock." I followed
this with more tongue kisses. For a prolonged period I slowly sucked his tongue
like it was cock. I followed that up by licking the rough surface of his face.
If you work at it and you're just crazy enough, you can get your mind into
anything. I mist also add that between fucks, I had ingested a sizeable
quantity of Schedule A drugs washed down by tequila shots.
Sober I probably would have taken one look at this guy and ran. But when
you're drunk out of your mind and high on drugs, it's amazing how down and dirty
you can get. Your libido can do a "filthier the better" flip and you can
absolutely wallow in dirt and think it's roses.
Not that I was anyone's idea of good personal hygiene. There was so much cum
and piss inside my rectum, belly, and cunt; you could probably hear it slosh if
I walked across the room. My skin was covered with dozens of layers of sweat. My
hair was caked with urine and cum and there were splotches of semen on my face.
The other five girls were in the same shape. Everyone had experienced the same
prolonged gangbang that was standard for a girl's initiation into the Pagans.
The evening was going pretty much as I expected. I had been on my back being
gang banged since we arrived. I'd gotten to The Side Car about 5:30PM just as
Kurt instructed. At 6:00, a party of maybe fifty Pagans including we four girls
who were dumb enough to want to become a female member of the club were ridding
north up I-93. Other groups of Pagans joined us along the route. By the time we
pulled off the exit for Laconia, NH, there must have been over 200 Harleys
screaming down the exit ramp. If you've never seen 200 bikers riding down the
road together, it's an awesome sight. It scares the shit out of yuppies.
Housewives in their minivans immediately launch into rape fantasies where they
are tied over the back of a Harley and there is a long line of big mean tattooed
bikers with hard cocks going to fuck the poor helpless soccer mom until she
bleeds. Her dickless wimp of a husband will watch her take all that cock and
won't do a thing about it. At least that's what the Pagans think they're
fantasizing about.
We drove through Laconia and out the State Highway 127 until we reached a turn
off onto a private road. After maybe a mile, we came to an area that bordered on
Lake Winnipesaukee. By that time, it was getting dark. From the lights, I could
tell there were a number of buildings including a large central facility I would
call the lodge. There were several hundred Pagans already there and the scene
was pretty wild. There were lots of girls and guys ridding naked around the
huge parking lot. Girls were sucking cock and getting fucked everywhere you
looked. I could see lights in rows of large cabins.
The next day, an older Pagan (he must have been seventy) told me while he was
screwing me on top of a picnic table that the place used to belong to the Girl
Scouts of America. He said the Girl Scouts eventually sold the place to a resort
developer who intended to build second homes, a golf course, and a hotel with a
convention center. Apparently, nothing came of that and the developer went into
Chapter 11. The Pagans had bought the place from the bankruptcy court. It was
actually a very beautiful site with a great view of the lake and the
Presidential Mountain Range in the distance. There were boat docks, a swimming
area with a sandy beach, and even an outdoor amphitheatre. I'll get into what
happened to me at the amphitheatre later in my story.
Of course, I learned all that the next day. That first night all I learned was
that human degradation was the heart and soul of the process in which females
were initiated into the Pagans. I might add I later found out that there wasn't
any comparable initiation for males. If the Pagans wanted a guy to be one of
them, after they got to know him better over a period of months, they ask him to
join. If he says yes, they give him a three-hour orientation to the rules and
organization of the club and that was it. Females were subjected to a regimen of
rape and public bestiality.
"I'm Rudy, you girls who want to join bring your stuff and follow me," said an
older biker who corralled we Pagan wantabes as soon as we arrived. We followed
Rudy to The Love Shack. Picture a room, maybe fifteen by fifteen with mattresses
covering the floor and not a single stick of furniture. It's kind of obvious
what you do in a room like that.
"Wait here, pile your stuff over in the corner," said Rudy.
After Rudy left, we four girls from The Side Car introduced ourselves to Kay
and Mary Lou. Kay was all excited about becoming a Pagan girl but Mary Lou was
only there because her husband insisted. Mary Lou was an attractive petite
brunette with a good figure and boobs large enough to turn men's heads when she
walked by. Big boobs on a little girl are a dangerous combination.
You were always running into strange stories when you rode with the Pagans.
Kay's story was like Gina and Doris. Kay was a seventeen-year-old high school
dropout who had developed a taste for sex, drugs, and the Pagan life style. For
most girls, the Pagan lifestyle came down to getting fucked often by members of
both sexes. For those of you who don't equate love with sex, I know you think
that's disgusting, amoral, and just plain wrong. On the other hand, there's a
good number of females that really like to fuck and don't mind doing it with a
continually changing cast of characters. I confess to being one of those.
Gina, Doris, and Kay fit the Pagan mold to a T. But Mary Lou gave off an aura
of fear and reluctance. She was my age (22) with a college education and a
six-month-old infant son whose pictures she immediately shared with us. Two
years before she had met a Pagan and fallen in love to the point that at his
insistence she'd agreed to participate in the Pagan lifestyle. Mary Lou had
gotten married only a month before she decided to become an official Pagan girl.
Mary Lou was living proof that women will do anything to please a man no matter
how much it goes against their basic nature. Keep in mind; there are a good
number of wives and girl friends among the Pagans. It's not by any means, a club
only for the unattached. The differentiating factor is that your wife or
significant other gets fucked a lot by other Pagans and you as a good Pagan are
expected to go along with that. Actually, you're supposed to think it's good for
her and that's she's fortunate. After all, every women in America would love to
be spreading her legs for a long line of real men like the Pagans. Right?
Mary Lou's Pagan significant other was named Linwood Lacey and he was one of
Kurt's rivals to take over the New England Pagans if Brady Summers ever retired
or quit. Linwood and Mary Lou and the baby lived in a house that her daddy
bought them right outside Worcester, Massachusetts. I would suspect by now that
Kurt had killed Linwood. Kurt didn't seem the kind to tolerate rivals.
Love does strange things to people. Mary Lou would rather have been home in
Worcester taking care of her baby and living a quiet suburban existence.
However, at the moment, she was over in the corner with some Pagan she didn't
know (but I did), slowly get fucked in the ass. I could see that the Pagan was
squeezing her large tits hard each time he slammed it home. I happened to know
the Pagan traveling Mary Lou's Hershey highway. His nickname was Godzilla and he
was a Side Car regular. The nickname was based on the fact he was about seven
feet tall and towered over everybody. His cock was in proportion to his height.
Earlier in the gangbang, Godzilla had mounted me (Thank God he was only
interested in some pussy). I can tell you that when Godzilla's cock is deep
inside your body, he has one hundred percent of your attention. Godzilla
considered himself quite the stud and I would hazard a guess that he had screwed
all six of us during the course of the gangbang. Mary Lou's problem was that
after five fucks and a lot of beer and drugs, Godzilla was nowhere near getting
off but Mary Lou's asshole was dripping blood down onto the filthy mattress.
What we girls are willing to do for love amazes me.
My own adorable little stud muffin finally started to get close to his climax.
He was making precious little squeaks each time he thrust inside me. My legs
were wrapped around his waist and I was pulling inward each time he pushed. I
was also arching my back and squeezing my cunt muscles to help him get off.
Sensing he was close, I went into overdrive pumping his cock, kissing his face
and acting in general like it was the greatest fuck of my life.
"Fill me, baby, pump it in me," I moaned as I writhed against Mr. Clean
pushing my finger as deep in his rectum as I could reach. My forefinger found
his hard little walnut shaped prostate and I gave it a couple of flicks. That
worked. He did that attractive convulsing thing men do when they fall down
Climax Hill. I've heard it sounds very similar to what you hear when a guy has a
heart attack and dies on the spot.
Excuse me; I'm being an awful bitch writing this. Last night, at the Palace,
a couple of miners grabbed me while I was sitting on the pot suffering from my
daily attack of diarrhea. They not only forced me to give them a free fuck but
beat the shit out of me afterwards. Then they raised the privy seat and dropped
me head first into the shit pit where I almost suffocated. I had to stand on my
toes to keep my mouth above the shit. It took a good half hour for someone to
find me and pull me out. I've got two black eyes and a couple of loose teeth.
I'm sorry for the digression. I'll quit sounding like a harridan.
After my Pagan allowed his little soldiers to join the thousands already
inhabiting my vagina, he breathed out a lungful of graveyard breath and
collapsed on top of me thereby providing me an additional coat of sweat from his
unwashed body. I rolled over on top of him and kissed him passionately as his
cock slowly retracted out of my vagina. After a moment of recovery, he shoved me
off and hurried away without a word. I don't suspect he'll send flowers or take
me to diner either. When I looked around, I saw that except for Mary Lou, the
gangbang was over.
Janet was passed out, snoring with her mouth open. Kay, Gina, and Doris had
curled up in balls and gone to sleep. I glanced at my watch. It was 2:30AM. I
had been fucked without a break for the last six hours and thirty minutes. How
many loads of semen were in me? I don't know. At times, all three of my holes
were simultaneously filled with man meat. Strangely enough, none of the Pagan
girls or Amazons had asked us to do any rug munching. I guess The Love Shack was
a Pagan male thing.
I had a second wind. I could hear Mary Lou crying as Godzilla slowly fucked
her bleeding butt hole. I decided what the hell, I'll help her out. I crawled
over to the corner and wedged my face into Godzilla's butt crack. I went to work
on his asshole with my tongue while I massaged his balls with my hand.
"Oh yea, that's good Arlene, eat my shit hole," responded Godzilla looking
back to find me face deep in his ass. I'd managed to get Godzilla's hole
loosened up. My tongue was inside his anal ring making little stabbing motions.
"How does that taste, bitch?" said Godzilla as he forced out several beer
farts. He made have been trying to provide me a couple of turds but gas was all
he could manage. It's kind of kinky to have your tongue in a guy's ass when he
farts. His butt ring opens up around your tongue and this rush of foul smelling
gas forced itself into your lungs. If you struck a match to my next exhale, I
would have become a human flamethrower.
"I'm going to open your hole up and tongue fuck your ass, I'm going to suck
the shit right out of you," I countered employing my gift for the kind of filthy
talk that appeals to the average Pagan male. Besides, I'd fucked Godzilla a few
times and knew what he liked.
More dirty talk accompanied by tongue fucking and balls rubbing produced the
desired result of Godzilla squirting his sixth load of remaining little soldiers
deep inside Mary Lou's bowels. Godzilla staggered away into the night. I pulled
a handful of tissues out of a nearby Kleenex box and slipped them into the crack
of Mary Lou's ass. I placed a handful between my legs to soak up whatever oozed
out during the night. I managed to get up, stagger to the door and switch off
the light. I meant to discourage any further visitors. I curled up with Mary Lou
who murmured a thank you. Mary Lou went sound asleep in my arms.
I reflected a moment on the evening's events. I had expected a gangbang but
not on the scale and duration of this one. Six hours and thirty minutes ago,
about twenty Pagans walked into The Love Shack. In a group of people where
discipline and organization seemed anathema to the basic ethos of the members,
they could act like the Wermacht when it came to rape and pillage. There would
be other sets of twenty or so every hour. I'm not sure whether they draw straws
or take a number but like clockwork each twenty guys was swapped out every hour
on the hour from 8:00 in the evening until 12:00 midnight. We sweet little
innocent girls screwed one hundred Pagans in the course of five hours. After
that, we took care of a few stragglers.
During each hour, there was a lot of swapping around since all the Pagans
wanted to be able to unequivocally state, "I fucked them all, some more than
once." I suspect that I was getting each of the twenty in at least one of my
holes during every hour. To start off, they made each of us strip in turn while
they commented on our bodies. I was past the stage where taking my clothes off
with twenty guys watching bothered me. Doris had stripped first. As soon as she
was naked, three guys went into each of her holes while we all watched.
Triple penetration was the order of the day. It's bizarre to have three cocks
in your body at one time. It's feels incredibly busy and there's a feeling that
your abdomen is crowded with foreign objects. It's also one hell of a turn on to
have three men working your pleasure centers. What's really wild is when they
all three climax at pretty much the same time. You can feel warm sperm oozing
inside your body from your gullet to your GI tract.
Next they made Mary Lou strip then Gina. The guys passed Mary Lou around so
they could all feel her big knockers. I was the number four girl to get naked
and I was turned on by the time I squatted down to slide a cock in my pussy.
Ridding a cock while sucking dick with a blunt object being pushed inside my
rectum is about as much simultaneous sex as humanly possible. For the first five
or six sets of three it was fun having all that man meat inside you.
Somewhere along the line, my holes got raw and the sex got exhausting and
painful. All I wanted to do was to be left alone and go to sleep. Of course, the
Pagans knew what they were doing to us. I'd heard tales of women being raped to
death by three or four hundred guys. Kurt once showed me a video made with a
time-lapsed camera of a mother and teenage daughter being raped by two hundred
Pagans over a period of ten hours. It seems the Mother had honked her horn at a
group of Pagans who failed to move quick enough when the light changed. Stupid
woman, you never honk at a Pagan. It's not respectful. Anyway, the Pagans had
grabbed the pair and taken them to a place where there were many more Pagans
gathered for a party. By the end of the video, they were obviously barely
breathing. As a finishing touch, the video showed that Mom's pussy contained two
beer cans side by side and there was the neck of a beer bottle sticking out her
asshole. The daughter orifices were similarly decorated.
I hadn't seen Kurt or Serge in The Love Shack. I guess from Kurt's
perspective, why bother, he could fuck me anytime he wanted. I finally got warm
and went to sleep up against Mary Lou. During the night, sperm seeped out of our
holes then dried and stuck up together like glue. It was actually painful to
pull part when they woke us up.
We were pretty much left alone to recuperate until the afternoon. Although
Linwood did make Mary Lou eat Gina while she sucked him off during lunch. I
guess he wanted everyone to know that although Mary Lou was his recent bride,
she was still a Pagan girl if anyone wanted a piece of ass. Humiliating his
wife and child's mother seemed an odd way to celebrate a new marriage but the
Pagans are always trying the unusual.
We had recovered from last night's gangbang when Rudy informed us that we six
were to be on stage at 2:00PM at the amphitheatre for the final part of our
initiation. Mary Lou voiced her concern while the six of us were sitting on the
deck at the lodge looking out over the lake. It was a warm late August day.
"Linwood said they had something special planned for us this afternoon. He
bought fresh batteries and blank tape for the camcorder I gave him for
Christmas," said Mary Lou.
"I can't handle another gangbang. My ass is still bleeding from last night,"
said Janet.
"I put a pad in my crack to soak up the blood," said Kay, "Somebody used some
type of French tickler in my butt while I was passed out."
"It was that bastard, Max, he used one on me in both holes. It hurt like hell,
I begged him to stop, they shouldn't allow French ticklers, " said Kay.
"What's going to happen to us on stage?" I asked to change the subject. I was
feeling a little guilty that neither my vagina nor butt was bleeding. Max had
fucked me with a French tickler but I found it exciting to feel those soft
rubber nodules cruising the walls of my vagina. Every girl should go out and buy
their man a pack of French ticklers to use when the sex starts to get
uninteresting.
"My guess is that it involved sex with other species, bestiality is the legal
term," said Janet in a voice that indicated she didn't care as long as it got
over with. I recalled my Aunt telling me she once screwed a Rotweiler on stage
and while being filmed. I had a moment of panic when I thought about my image
being captured having sex with a dog. "You're too far in to worry about that
now," I decided.
Janet turned out to be correct. When we six got to the stage there were three
burros already in place. Each burro was placed so that the audience was looking
at the side of the animal. The burro's heads were contained in some sort of a
stockade that prevented their movement. A bale of hay was placed in front of
each animal and they were placidly munching away.
"Jesus, they're going to make us fuck those animals," said Gina. That turned
out not to be exactly correct.
At exactly, 2:00PM the crowd was gathered. There was every type of film
camera, digital camera, video camera, camcorder, etc, in the audience ready to
record the afternoon's events. Reno had professional digital video cameras
mounted on tripods on both front corners of the stage. Perhaps, my first time of
sex with animals was going to become part of a commercial product sold worldwide
through the Internet. I wondered how my parents would react to images of their
only daughter engaged in sex with barnyard animals. I guess they'd live through
it. Rudy acted as emcee. He was all set up with a wireless microphone.
"The first part of this afternoon's entertainment is a contest to see who can
suck the most cum out of their burro. We're going to do this as partners so pair
up."
I wound up with Mary Lou. That was not a particularly good choice from my
perspective. I would have preferred the more experienced and hard-core Janet who
looked like sucking burro cock came natural to her. But after last night, Mary
Lou and I had bonded so she quickly stepped up beside me. No good deed goes
unpunished as they say. Gina and Doris were paired together. Kay and Janet
formed the third team. Rudy continued explaining.
"Each team will suck off their burro. The team that gets the most burro jism
in their glass beaker wins. For winning, they get to sit out the next round. The
next most has to participate in the next round. The one with the least gets to
drink all the jism and let the burro's have some pussy. That's the second round
by the way."
The rules seemed simple enough. Rudy whispered to us, "get naked and I'll
introduce you."
I experienced the thrill of taking my clothes off in front of several hundred
people. I could tell Mary Lou was dying of embarrassment but she managed to shed
what few clothes she had on. In a matter of seconds, the audience was looking at
six naked women standing beside three equally naked burros.
Rudy introduced us in first name alphabetical order so Arlene was taken to the
front edge of the stage and told to walk back and forth in her birthday suit.
The crowd was enthusiastic.
"Bend over and show them your asshole, commanded Rudy and I obliged him. Due
to my yoga training, I was able to turn my back to the audience, spread my legs
in an upside down V then bend over at the waist until I was looking straight out
toward the crowd. Then I slowly reached up between my legs and pulled my ass
cheeks apart so the assemblage of perverts could get a good look at my orifices,
especially my puckered brown hole. Day's later, Reno who had excellent skills as
a cameraman showed me what I accomplished. If I do say so myself, I looked like
the ultimate slut and the audience responded with a loud roar of appreciation to
my little exhibition.
The other Pagan initiates followed in turn as they were introduced.
Introductions finished, Rudy was ready to start.
"Kneel down on each side of your burro but don't touch his cock until I yell
Go," instructed Rudy.
It takes about ten minutes to jerk off a burro. Their cock is anatomically
different from a man's. It's housed in a sheath like a dog's and once it gets
excited, it emerges. It's also slimy and tastes awful, especially their semen
which tastes worse than awful. Mary Lou and I worked as a team.
You stroke it and I'll put the end in my mouth," was my initial approach. Mary
Lou placed a small hand along the side. I took the soft spongy head in my mouth
and gave it a long swirling lick. I had no idea what makes a burro blow his
load. You certainly can't engage in the Arlene specialty of taking dirty to
them. Mary Lou slowly overcame her reluctance and her fist became a blur as it
traveled the distance from Zeke's (Did I mention our burro's name was Zeke?)
balls to the end of his sheath. Slowly a big slimy sausage that I could at first
accommodate six to eight inches of emerged. The crowd was yelling for their
favorites. I put aside any feeling of self-respect and decency. I applied my
mouth to licking and sucking on that sausage. Later, watching the video with
Reno, I realized that I appeared enthusiastic as hell.
Psychologically, it was a mind blasting, soul-bearing moment when three
hundred people watched me perform an act so perverted that the average citizen
would be totally disgusted. I knew that after today, Arlene Fairchild would have
a difficult time going back to being a normal girl who prowled the bars and
clubs hoping to meet Mr. Right. What I'd done with the Pagans had changed me
forever.
By the way, I'm sure it's a felony in New Hampshire to have sex with burros or
for that matter any animal other than a human but who cares about the law
anyway. Certainly not a Pagan girl named Arlene
I slowly took more and more of that cock in my mouth until I started to feel
the head slip into my throat. Breathing slowly through my nose and maintaining a
serene yoga calm, it slipped inside my esophagus just like any other monster
cock. Actually, while Zeke's had the virtue of length, it was rather thin and I
didn't have a problem forcing it into the opening of my throat.
"I need a break," I whispered to Mary Lou as I came off Zeke and offered it to
her. In a spirit of sisterhood, Mary Lou dived in and began giving our
four-legged lover a very credible blowjob with I rested. I licked Zeke's balls
and played with them as Mary Lou applied her cute little mouth to Zeke's member.
By this time, it was mostly out of the sheath. While Mary Lou worked the end,
there was plenty left for me to mouth love. Burros signal an impending orgasm by
getting very excited and starting to bray. I honestly think we would have won
but Mary Lou didn't get the glass beaker in place at the right moment and a good
part of Zeke's load splattered on the floor. We still managed to capture enough
of Zeke's jism to fill about half the beaker.
But when we compared results with the other two teams, we were definitely
losers. Kay and Janet's beaker was full to the very top and Gina and Doris's was
almost full. That left Mary Lou and me in last place in a contest I'd of
preferred not to lose.
Rudy put the three beakers on a table at the very front of the stage. He sent
Janet and Kay off backstage. As directed by Rudy, Mary Lou and I walked to the
very front of the stage. There I was, stark naked, before an audience of several
hundred about to ingest a serious quantity of burro semen.
"Drink up," commanded Rudy.
I picked up Janet and Kay's very full beaker and drank it in one swallow just
like I was chugging a beer at The Side Car. Well, the crowd loved it. It tasted
God-awful. It only slightly reminded me of the kind of semen I was used to
swallowing. It had a much stronger acrid taste. I can't think of anything to
compare it to for the reader. To me it was worse than swallowing piss or even
chewing up a fresh turd. My hat is off to those girls in Mexican border towns
that swallow a full load of burro semen every night as part of a tourist
attraction. Female burros should be thankful they are not required to give
blowjobs.
Mary Lou managed to get down a beaker load in a few swallows although I
thought for a moment she was going to puke her guts out. I finished the third
and less full beaker thinking it was better to get it over with. I could feel my
stomach rumbling.
Gina and Doris had been busy behind us jerking off Zeke and the other burro. I
believe his name was Pete. Hell, I've fucked guys whose name I can't remember. I
shouldn't feel guilty about not being able to recall a four-legged lover's name.
Besides, neither burro ever took me to dinner or sent flowers.
Zeke and Pete were ready. At least, the girls had managed to get their cocks
extended out of the sheath. Doris made me bend over so she could squirt a half
bottle of AstroGlide into my snatch. Lube was dripping out of me. Doris helped
me climb under Pete and get in a rear entry position. There was a small stool
for me to rest my forearms on. It would be difficult to get a burro's cock
inside your vagina without assistance. First of all, while the burro is excited
and willing, he is still a dumb animal and not a particularly good anatomical
match.
I heard Mary Lou exhale loudly and looked over to see that Gina had managed to
line up Zeke's cock and Mary Lou's pussy. Zeke had sunk several inches of cock
in Mary Lou's hole. Zeke let out a bray of triumph and the crowd clapped and
cheered. Gina was working Zeke's cock in and out of Mary Lou's hole. Each time
it went a little further. Zeke seemed to be getting the idea because was
starting to pump on his own. There was a Pagan guy there who I took to be the
burro's owner. He was quietly instructing Gina and Doris how to proceed.
I could feel Doris parting my pussy lips and placing something hard against my
hole. Here it comes I thought. After this, I can never consider myself a nice
girl. Hell, I hadn't been a nice girl since I fucked my brother when I was
fourteen.
"Scoot back and I'll guide it in," whispered Doris.
I did as instructed and felt that long skinny sausage penetrates deep inside
my parts. Pete the burro began to bray and pump me. The deeper he went, the more
painful it got. I looked over at Mary Lou who seemed to be in agony as Zeke was
arching his back and driving every inch of cock inside her well-fucked cunt.
In a matter of seconds, Pete had caught up with Zeke. There was nothing to
do but hang on and let them finish. A burro is a very strong animal and each
forward stroke felt like it was going to shove me into the next state. I held on
to the stool and stayed in place as best I could. Once I saw Mary Lou fly out
from under Zeke and land on the floor. Gina grabbed her and quickly got her back
under Zeke who resumed stroking his meat into her cunt.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Pete went into overdrive. Doris held
on to me as Pete slammed everything he had up my cunt. I felt Pete seize up on
his final thrust. This was followed by the sense of my cunt being flooded with a
warm liquid. Immediately, burro semen cascaded down my thighs all the way to my
feet. I looked over to see that Zeke must have finished with Mary Lou. She was
lying on the stage floor in a puddle of burro semen. I slumped down on the stool
resting on my elbows and forearms. All of a sudden I felt a warm stream of
liquid spray on my back. Pete had decided to relieve himself on me after the
great fuck I'd given him. I was too tired to move. I just lay there as that damn
burro pissed a gallon of urine over my upper back. I looked through the yellow
splatter at the open mouthed stares of everyone around me and laughed.
The crowd loved it. It was obviously one of those unplanned spontaneous
moments in burro fucking that made for great entertainment. When Pete finally
finished and Doris helped me to stand up, there was a big round of applause.
Mary Lou and I joined hands and stepped to the front of the stage and saluted
the crowd. Mary Lou looked like she had been run over by a truck. My hair was
matted down with burro piss.
There was an intermission that allowed me to find a hose behind the stage and
wash off. Janet and Kay complemented my performance.
"You really have a knack for screwing burros. Have you done it before?" asked
Janet.
"No, never, I guess I'm just a natural," was my reply.
"His thing went all the way up into my uterus, I hope nothing got damaged,"
said Mary Lou obviously concerned that the weekend events might prevent her from
providing Linwood with additional heirs.
The next and final stage of our initiation involved sex with a good dozen
Dalmatian dogs. Each girl got two of the beasts. As Rudy put it, "one to suck
and one to fuck." I was later informed that the dogs were specifically bred for
sex with human females. After the show was over I managed to meet and speak with
the man who owned the dogs.
The breeder has an internationally known reputation for providing well-trained
animals that are amazing endowed for a dog. He claimed to have female customers
from all over the globe. A quality dog completely trained and endowed with a
solid eight inches of doggy dick or better went for $25,000. The
breeder/trainer, a Pagan named Ronald Glass, had just sold a Dalmatian with an
eleven-inch cock that was thick as a man's forearm for $50,000. The purchaser
was a wealthy matron from Argentina who had just rid herself of her fourth
husband. Ron explained these things to me after I let him screw me in his
custom-built 53-foot tractor/trailer that he used to transport his animals. He
and I got down to it in the sleeper portion of his tractor. After all I had been
through, I felt the need for a nice normal fuck and Ron seemed like a nice guy.
He waited while I washed off in the communal shower then escorted me to his rig
where we shared some weed and a bottle of champagne. For a Pagan, Ron was a
classy guy and I suspect a rich one. We had a couple of slow comfortable fucks
that was just what Arlene needed after the events of the last two days.
I'm not sure that no matter how rich I was I'd prefer dogs to men but I can
see the advantages. Ron made the following marketing points.
His dogs were gentle and minded where guys were likely to get drunk and beat
the shit out of you.
Dalmatians were a strong healthy breed with a low cost of ownership where a
guy would steal you blind and either gamble with your dough or spend it on
prostitutes.
A dog is loyal and will not screw your sister or your best friend when your
back is turned (unless you decide to share Rover with them).
Dogs were superior and more dependable sexual partners than the average guy.
They were better endowed and had greater stamina with less recovery time.
Dogs were not capable of giving you AIDS or other STDs through intercourse.
I suppose Ron's points were good ones and maybe fit a certain need. But I
still preferred men but maybe later in life after a few bad husbands had dumped
on me, I could see how a woman would choose a canine lover.
We six girls sucked and fucked Ron's Dalmatians that afternoon. The dogs were
clean and well mannered. They knew exactly what to do and had terrific equipment
for doing it. Dog dick was a lot more pleasant than burro dick and their semen
tasted much better. I have to add that dog semen was quite a bit thinner or less
viscous than either burro or human semen. I swallowed my load of dog jism and
accepted another load in my vagina. The dog's nails were trimmed and blunted. I
can honestly say that when my dog mounted me and shoved it home, it was a pretty
damn good fuck.
After we'd finished with the pups, Rudy presented each of us with a leather
jacket emblazoned with the Pagan's emblem. I was officially a member of the New
England Pagan Motorcycle Club. I had achieved the first step in my quest to get
something on Senator Williams.
The only bad note was that on Wednesday following that weekend; I developed a
burning itch between my legs and a strong desire to scream when I urinated. A
visit to my gynecologist did not provide good news.
"It's classic gonorrhea," said Doctor Cynthia Martin.
"Oh my God, what'll I do," I replied in a panic. I really didn't know much
about STDs.
"I'll give you a prescription. It should clear it up in a couple of days."
"That's good. I thought I might have to go to the hospital."
"You should contact any sexual partner and inform him you're infected. He'll
need to be treated. And no sex for you for at least two weeks."
"There was more than one. I'm not sure I know all their names."
"Where were you? In an orgy?"
"Yes, I guess you could call it that."
"I could tell you've been having frequent intercourse including anal. Your
anus shows signs of tearing and stretching. I suggest you refrain from backdoor
sex for a while."
"All right, doctor, I'll do as you say."
The doctor sent me on the way with a prescription that did get rid of the itch
and allowed me to pee without screaming in pain. When I got to The Side Car that
Friday, I learned that practically everyone who attended the weekend in Laconia
came away with the clap. All four of us girls had been to our doctor and been
lectured on the evils of unprotected sex. It was the only weekend I was involved
with the Pagans where I didn't get screwed.
