Chapter 20 - Camelot Revisited
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"Oh my God that's good, you suck better than a South Boston street whore,
swallow that cock, you greedy dick sucking slut. The world should know that
Senator-Elect Candace Williams sucks dick and fucks like a black Irish
strumpet," whispered Ted Kennedy through clinched teeth. "Get ready, bitch, soon
I'm going to let you swallow a load of my Hyannis special."
Ted was into degrading women, especially when they had his cock in their
mouth. Ted could only guess how many female lips had been wrapped around his
dick. It must be in the thousands thought Ted. But this bitch is one of the
best, no the very best, but then, what else could you expect from Satan's
personal whore.
Shit I was Satan's chosen until I fucked up. Took my eyes off the ball, too
much booze and easy pussy. Father Gregory believes Candace will be the one. I
guess you have to accept the word of the angel that's Lucifer's press secretary.
Candace didn't mind Ted's nasty language. She considered it a turn on and she
kept the fingers of one hand massaging her engorged clit to prove it. In fact,
she was grateful to Ted and all the Kennedy's. Ted had worked eighteen hours a
day to get her elected to his Senate seat. He had put the entire weight and
prestige of the Kennedy family behind her candidacy. If he wanted to call her
dirty names when while she sucked his cock that was fine with her.
Candace's Senate race had started out a long shot. She was a woman in state
that had never elected a female to a high office. There were much better known
male Democratic politicians in the primary, some of who had been waiting for Ted
to retire for the last decade But Candace handily won the primary with an
overwhelming majority of female voters. The Republicans sensing an opportunity
had attempted a credible challenge with a dot.com millionaire who was able to
finance an extensive media campaign. Candace had crushed him in the election.
Beat all the good old Irish polls and the new kid handily was how the local and
national media headlined it. "The best fuck won," was Ted's final
pronouncement on her victory.
"I plan to swallow every drop, Senator, tell me again what you did to Senator
Feinstein, It's such a marvelous story, " said Candace looking up at Ted and
licking her tongue across the tip of his dick. Candace wanted to prolong Ted's
blowjob and distracting him seemed as good a way as any. Candace knew how Ted
had an Irishman's love of telling stories from the good old days.
"Fucked the California bitch silly in the back of a limo then turned her over
to some L Street niggers to screw. I hope they gave her a dose of the clap.
Diane got so drunk at a DNC fundraiser that she passed out at her table.
Everybody had pretty much left when I found her face down at a table all alone
and dead to the world. Someone, probably a waiter or waiters, you know how the
wait staff are at the Wilbur Hotel, had already taken advantage of the drunken
bitch. Her skirt was up around her waist and her drawers had disappeared,
probably a souvenir hanging on some Spic's lampshade. There was a nice big
trickle of spunk leaking out the old twat and man mousse streaks in her hair.
She looked a fucking mess."
"Vickie and I decided to take her home in our car; but on the way we rethought
that decision and opted to teach the cunt a lesson. We stripped her naked in the
back of limo. Threw her $2000 St. Johns knit suit out the window. Elliot, our
driver, pulled into an alley and he and I took turns fucking her in the ass
while the drunk cunt puked her guts out. The remains of her $500 a plate dinner
went right down a K Street storm drain. Elliot's cock is let's say exceptional
and when he was done, you could stick both hands in her butt and clap. That gave
me the idea to have a little fun. I took a couple of lemons and limes from the
limo bar and shoved them right up the Senator's butt. Why not? She deserved it.
Any woman that can't hold her liquor deserves a good ass fucking and anything
else bad that happens to her. Vickie squatted over her face and washed the puke
out of her mouth out with a healthy stream of beer piss. Hard to fathom that one
of the richest women in America is a beer drinker. Beer, that's a whore's drink.
Sometimes I think Vickie likes beer because of the piss. You can piss like a
horse, can't you sweetheart?"
"Sorry, dear, what was that?" said Vickie Kennedy who was on the big bed
beside her husband. Candace's husband, Dan, had Vickie bent double and was
slamming his cock into her. Vickie's mind was concentrated on the feelings in
her cunt when her husband spoke.
"I was just saying you're a beer drinker and can piss like a horse."
"I like beer. Beer keeps your urinary tract flowing. Wine and cocktails are
for girls who never squatted over a rock and pissed. My daddy was a beer
drinker."
"My wife loves to piss in public. Vickie and her Daddy had a special
relationship, didn't you sweetheart?"
"Daddy was special. He made me a woman when I was twelve. But that's got
nothing to do with why I like beer. I prefer it to wine and hard liquor. But
what I really love is the way that Dan's cock is fucking my twat. Give it to me
Danny boy."
"So what happened with Senator Feinstein?" asked Candace.
"We drove her over to Reverend Ellsworth's AME Zion Church on L Street and
pushed her out naked on the sidewalk. Pushed her right out into the arms of a
dozen spades, sorry, I mean Afro-Americans. I gave them a $100 bill to gangbang
her. I told them she loved anal. Somehow the bitch got home the next day and the
story never made the press. I guess it's that kind of resourcefulness that makes
her a successful senator. Oh Jesus, Candace, that feels so fucking good."
Candace had wrapped her tongue all the way around the head and gave it a swirl
like an anaconda getting ready to crush its prey. It was something Ted had only
seen a few times in the seventy years of his life.
For the last ten minutes, his cock had been in oral heaven, getting the best
blowjob of his life. At his age, it normally took time and effort to get off but
the Senator-elect sucking his root was talented beyond anything he had ever
experienced. Now, his cock was actually in her throat being massaged along its
entire length while her tongue made long passionate licks to the underside of
his hard dick teasing the ridge of skin. It was the ultimate as far as Ted was
concerned and he was a man whose cock had been inside the best on the planet.
"Munch my butt," breathed Senator Ted as he raised his short fat pale legs
indicating that he wanted his asshole worked on some more. Candace understood
the signal, used her hands to support Ted's upraised legs, and applied her lips
to his brown hole. Her lips pushed open his anus allowing her to probe her
tongue deep inside. Ted felt the ecstasy of the warm, wet and boneless muscle
inside his rectum. Ted knew that Candace wasn't the kind who'd be put off if she
found a little turd in there. She'd eat it like it was a spoonful of Ben &
Jerry's Dark Chocolate Truffle. Ted appreciated the kind of anything goes, no
holding back slut that Candace Williams represented.
In many ways, she's the female version of myself mused Ted. But God is she
smart and how she loves to fuck. Her husband's quite a cocksman too. Vickie's
got that shit eating grin on her face that only comes around when her cunt's
being hammered by a very large and hard love stick.
Candace is going to be President one day. God help the good old USA.
Lucifer's own whore will be our Chief Executive. She may outlaw virginity past
the age of seven. The Christian Right's going to shit little yellow crosses when
they figure all this out.
Senator Ted relaxed, hoping to prolong his pleasure. The Viagra would keep him
hard for a couple of hours. He decided to let his mind wander back over five
almost six decades of putting his meat inside women's orifices. He tried to
recall women he'd fucked who were in Candace William's class. He remembered back
to his younger days when he was married to his first wife, Joan. Ted loved to
engage in this kind of reverie when his prick was being worked on.
I'll just lay back and let my mind wander through the best whores Jack, Robert
and I fucked decided Ted. Shouldn't forget Joe. He was there too at the
beginning.
Joan Bennett Kennedy, now there was a drunken slut who would fuck anybody,
anywhere, anytime, and that cunt was one needy grasping hole. The problem was
that she was generally too blasted to know or remember whose cock was in her.
Ted recalled that at times it got embarrassing. Like the time, I found her in
the parking lot at the Barnstable Country Club being fucked by those black kids
who parked cars. Half the members saw her sucking black cock and then getting
screwed on the hood of my Oldsmobile 98. Not that I gave a shit who fucked the
drunken cunt. Still, a senator's wife should practice a little discretion and
not let the world know she had an itch in her pussy for black dick.
But God she was a looker when I first met her recalled Ted. That was before
the pills and booze turned her into a sad old drunk that no one wants to screw.
I hear you can still pick her up at a bar in Boca Raton for a price of a glass
of chardonnay.
Ted recalled the first time he met Joan. He was at a party celebrating his
brother Jack's election to the Senate. Jack had pointed out a stunning blonde to
his younger brother. Ted's cock got hard the moment he looked over at the honey
blonde with the nice big tits and the long legs. She was sitting there drinking
a Scotch rocks, looking a little blown away. Her legs were parted and you could
see all the way to her panty-clad snatch.
"If you want an easy fuck, go talk to her. I fucked her on my desk this
afternoon. Her name's Joan something. She's got round heels," said Jack.
Ted recalled the "round heels" was Jack's way of saying that all you had to do
was lightly nudge a girl's front and she would roll backwards on her round
heels, spreading her legs as she reached the floor. Women had a tendency to do
that for Jack. Most of them didn't even require that frontal nudge either.
And that was certainly true of Joan. That night after the party, Ted had taken
Joan to his Beacon Hill apartment and fucked her till she passed out. After Joan
slid into oblivion, Ted had gotten out a tube of K-Y, smeared her ass with it
and enjoyed a long slow butt fuck. The only sound was of Joan occasionally
whimpering that it hurt. When Ted finished, his cock was covered in blood, cum,
and shit. He carefully wiped his cock clean with her golden blonde hair. Just
for effect, he smeared a little shit on her lips so she would wake up with the
fresh taste of her own turds in her mouth. Then Ted went into the other bedroom
and went to sleep.
All the Kennedy men, including Dad, screwed Joan before I decided her pussy
was so good I wanted it permanently close at hand so he married her. Man was I a
dumb shit in those days. Joan was a lousy wife but a great fuck.
Hell, the three of us did her together the night before our wedding. It was
after the rehearsal dinner. Joan and two of her bridesmaids agreed to meet Jack,
Bobby and me at my Beacon Hill apartment. What were the two bridesmaids names?
I think it was Gloria and Celia; no it was Gloria and Clare. Clare was the one
that liked to be fucked in the ass. She'd get down on all fours with her face in
the rug, her butt in the air, then reach back and grab her butt cheeks and pull
them apart. She had a cute little hairy butthole and she could make it flex in
and out. She carried her own tube of K-Y jelly to lube herself up. I remember
the time Robert got so drunk he pissed in her ass. Old Clare later claimed she
got an irritated bowel from Robert's piss.
Gloria and Clare, doesn't sound quite right, Gloria was the red head with a
thick bush of curly red pussy hair that started at her navel and grew downward
like a forest. It was shaped like a giant wedge of pie. Eating a big piece of
hair pie was all the rage that year. Girls didn't shave their snatch in those
days; just let that pussy fuzz grow. Jack liked to pull out when he climaxed and
shoot all over their hair pie then rub it in. He joked that he was fertilizing
it and that a girl's fuzz would grow an extra inch in three days after taking on
a load of JFK Fertilizer. God my brother had a quick Irish wit. I've missed
that.
Funny, how styles in cunts have changed over the years. Gloria was Joan's
cousin. No, that was Clare. Gloria was her college roommate. Man, those girls
loved to fuck. They never met a cock they didn't like.
Bobby went nuts over Gloria's bright auburn rug. Ethel was knocked up for the
millionth time and Bobby hadn't been getting any of her.
Jesus, how Bobby loved to eat pussy, he could spend hours with his head
between a woman's thighs, sucking clit, tongue fucking a sloppy wet vagina, and
eating asshole. Bobby was into cream pies. After a girl's snatch had been well
fucked and was leaking cum, Bobby put it at the top of the menu. Gloria's cunt
hair was something worth remembering. For weeks afterwards, Bobby swore he kept
finding red hairs wedged in his teeth.
At some point in the evening, we decided to give it to Joan in all three holes
since she was going to be a bride the next day. She'd finished three bottles of
champagne all by herself. Cunt was drunk out of her mind. The stupid bitch
forgot to douche her ass out so when Jack pulled his pecker out of her Hershey
Highway, it was covered with shit. Jack politely asked Bobby to swap holes with
him. They loved to horse around and play jokes. Bobby had been face-fucking
Joan. Gloria and Clare were munching each other's rug on a nearby couch. I was
underneath pounding upward in Joan's well-fucked snatch when I looked up and saw
my brother's shit stained dick slide into my bride's mouth.
Joan was drunker than usual and never noticed that she was sucking a cock
covered in her own turds. Jack rubbed his pecker all over her face. She looked
like she had been eating brown gravy with a crooked spoon. Next, Bobby pulled
out of her ass with a thick coating of shit on his pecker and swapped positions
with Jack. Joan was too far gone to be aware that Bobby's dick had a nice
one-inch coating of her own shit covering the tip. Joan just licked it clean and
swallowed. Gloria and Claire thought it was hysterical when they saw what Jack
and Bobby were doing to the bride to be. They even took some photos. What had
Gloria or Clare said? It was something about Joan becoming a true and faithful
shit-eating whore.
I hope Senator Williams; newly elected member of the world's greatest
deliberative body eats a little dollop of my shit while her tongues inside my
ass. I love it when you can smell your shit on a woman's breath. This is so
fucking good I don't want to cum yet. Nor, does Vickie by the sound of her.
Candace's husband Dan is quite the swordsman. Listen to that nymphomaniac wife
of mine. She's got to be world's noisiest fuck.
Got to think of something else if I don't want to cum yet. Who else did I used
to fuck that didn't have limits? Oh yea, there was the little nun wantabe, Mary
Jo Kopechne, the blowjob artist extraordinaire. Strange, Candace told me that
there was a period when she seriously considered joining a nunnery. Maybe that's
a prerequisite for being able to give a great blowjob. Maybe its' thinking about
marry Christ and doing a three way with the Holy Trinity.
Of course, it was her oral talent that got the little cunt drowned and kept me
from becoming President. Jesus, if Candace is elected President, then the
President of the United States will have sucked my cock, hadn't thought of that.
That's quite a thought but not the kind that gets in the history books. Hell,
I've fucked Candace in all three holes. First President to have a cock in all
three holes, that's one for the record books.
I fucked Mary Jo in all three orifices as Daddy used to say. Mary Jo started
with Bobby and Jack gave her a tumble a couple of times. Was it Mary Jo that
Jackie caught him screwing in the Oval Office? Can't recall. She caught him more
than once with his pecker out. Who were those two cunts that the Secret Service
had to sneak into the White House. Their code names were 'Frick and Frack'. Jack
somehow convinced Jackie they were physical therapists he needed for his bad
back. Jack sent them to me once. Those two could pussy whip you to the point
that you couldn't walk. Jackie walked in unexpectedly once and they weren't
massaging his back. Jack called it a two-mouthed blowjob. Jacqueline, now there
was a piece I never got. She thought she was too good for me. Bobby did her but
he and Jack shared everything including Ethel. Wonder how many of Bobby's kids
really belong to Jack.
Of course, later, I got hold of the video that Greek made of Jackie on his
yacht. She didn't look so high and mighty, down on the deck being triple pronged
by the crew. Lying there with half a dozen Greeks pissing in her mouth while she
jerked off. Shit, I wish I'd been there to add my pint of special yellow to her
smart-ass yap.
"Where was I? Oh, Mary Jo the one who drowned. Good thing that was before the
days of DNA testing or they would have been able to prove that some of the semen
in her belly, ass, and cunt belonged to me. Of course, I wasn't the only one at
that party who buried his schlong in her that night. There were ten of us guys
and only five girls. Each girl did double duty. Mary Jo took anyone on who
asked.
Yes, Mary Jo had 'round heels'. I remember the time, we got drunk at her
apartment and I talked her into letting me piss in her mouth. We got into the
shower and she knelt down on the floor and opened wide. The little bitch
swallowed it like it was mother's milk. She was a true Kennedy groupie. I bet
she'd have eaten a hot turd right out of my ass if I'd asked nice.
I learned one thing that night at Chappaquiddick Island. Never drive a car
while a girl's sucking your cock. I lost it when I blew my load and drove that
Olds right into the drink. I almost drowned. It ruined my political career,
stopped it cold. Too bad about Mary Jo too. The world lost a talented whore that
night. Wonder if that was what caused John to crash his plane. Maybe Carolyn and
Lauren were blowing him and he lost it. Wouldn't surprise me. Lauren and Carolyn
loved to three way with John.
Candace took a long deep suck on Ted's cock. The way he was breathing she
could tell he was getting close to orgasm. Candace could feel Dan's body right
beside her on the big bed. He was between Victoria's legs slowly licking around
her clit. Dan was easing a well-lubricated finger in Vickie's asshole while
keeping two fingers of his other hand inside her cunt massaging her G-spot. Ted
had consumed a dose of Viagra before the four of them had gotten in bed that
rainy afternoon at the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport.
"Bob Dole isn't Pfizer's only customer in Washington," was how Ted phrased it.
Candace had to admit that the drug kept the seventy-year-old politician fucking
hard for over two hours.
Victoria was a screamer during sex, especially if her partner was hot. At the
moment she was yelling, "Eat me, Dan, eat my cunt," at the top of her voice.
Victoria Kennedy was giving all indications that she was about to hit another
big 'O'. Victoria was twenty years younger than Ted, still no spring chicken but
like many wealthy women, she had the money, time, and will power to keep her
figure trim. Her heels was solidly planted against the mattress and Candace
could see the muscles in her legs tense each time she thrust her cunt toward
Dan's busy fingers and mouth. She had the well-developed hamstring muscles of a
woman who spent time on her back using them to wrap around the hips of a man
slamming a hard cock into her vagina.
"Oh yea, that's so fucking good, fuck me Dan, fuck me hard," screamed Vickie.
Everyone in the Hyannis compound knew when Vickie was being boned. Even the
kids would roll their eyes when they heard Aunt Vickie shouting for "deeper and
harder". Candace and Dan had met and screwed a bewildering number of Kennedy's
over the last two months. The family appetite and enthusiasm for sex were
extraordinary. Ted and Victoria liked pilling up in their big bed with family
and friends for an afternoon of good old fashion Irish fornication.
"I just wish you and Dan had the opportunity to screw John and Carolyn. They
were so hot as a couple and they fucked so well together," said Ted that morning
at breakfast. When their plane went down, it was an incredible loss, especially
at the family orgies."
Candace scooted on top of Ted and slipped his cock into her pussy and clutched
it rhythmically as she pushed her clit up against the Senator's round belly.
"Oh Jesus, that's good Candace, you cunt is so hot, it's on fire, how do you
do that?" gasped the Senator as Candace's cunt created intense waves of pleasure
that started at the base of his nuts and radiated to the tip of his peter.
"Fuck me, Dan," yelled Victoria as she reached down, grabbed Dan and pulled
him upward so he could mount her. Victoria's cunt was wet and Dan's prick slide
home. He grabbed Vickie's legs catching her calves against the top of his
shoulders. He bent her double, drove his cock in until his balls slapped against
her asshole and ground his pubic bone against her clit. Vickie was a lifelong
devotee of several different styles of yoga. At the moment, Dan had her knees
nestled right beside her ears. Vickie had spent months at a center for Tantric
Yoga in India learning to maximize the sensations created in her cunt by a
lover.
"I've taken being a rich whore to new levels," was how Vickie liked to explain
her intense pursuit of hard male cocks to friends and family.
Candace knew that Vickie liked rough sex and being hurt helped get her over
the hump. She reached over and took Vickie's nipple between her fingers and gave
it a vicious twist sending her into a paroxysm of a pain-induced orgasm.
"Oh shit yes, hurt my tit, make me scream," yelled Vickie as she twisted from
side to side. Vickie had been excited when she learned that Candace and Bill
were coming for the weekend. Candace had recently won Ted's Senate seat. Over
the past few months, they'd had sex with the Candace and Dan many times. Vickie
considered them the hottest couple that she and Ted had ever fucked. Dan was
positively scalding when his cock was inside her and Candace screwed like
something not of this earth. Ted described it as being on a totally different
plane.
"I feel I'm leaving my Senate seat in the hands of the best fuck in America,"
said Ted in a private remark on his retirement.
Victoria was definitely a pain slut. Ted had chosen her for a wife because she
was the first woman he'd met who he could literally whip into unconsciousness
without her deciding that having a bleeding back and ass was too high a price to
pay to marry a Kennedy.
The four of them were screwing in a huge four-posted antique bed at Ted's
house within the Hyannis compound. Joe Senior, the family patriarch, had
originally purchased the bed at auction in England right before World War II. It
had originally belonged to Sir Francis Dashwood, Lord le Despencer, the founder
of the English Hell Fire Club. When Joe Senior as Ambassador to the Court of
St. James learned that Sir Francis claimed to have deflowered a thousand virgins
including over two hundred nuns in that bed, he decided he had to have it. He
had shipped it back to the United States as German submarines were slipping into
the Atlantic to slaughter allied merchant ships.
Once the bed was set up at their home in Hyannisport, Joe Senior located the
concealed metal rings that could be extended from the posts to bind someone in
multiple ways. He had started off with his wife Rose restrained upright at the
foot of the bed with her arms and legs fully extended and painfully stretched.
Joe Senior preferred sex when it included pain and a lot of it for the female.
Rose treated pain as penitence for her sins, especially the ones involving sex.
Joe Senior insisted that Rose dress as a Carmelite nun complete with wimple. The
habit was slit up the back so Joe Sr. could expose Rose's back and whip her as
punishment for her sins. Ted had explained all this when Candace and Dan had
visited Ted and Victoria's bedroom for the first time.
"Since you're Catholics, you probably understand how fucked up a devout
person like my mother could be when you combine devotion with an irresistible
desire for cock," said Ted.
"Dad and Mom were into role playing based on this bed. They both loved the bed
and acted out several different scenes using the bed as a prop."
"Tell them the one he used to let you boys watch," said Vickie.
"Dad would sit Joe Junior, John, Robert, and myself down on that window bench
over there and forbid us to move. He'd act very stern. We had to call him Father
Gregory, the same name as the Kennedy family's priest."
"But he allowed you to play with yourself while you watched," said Vickie.
"Oh yes, we'd have a contest to see who could jack off first. It was a circle
jerk without the circle. The problem was that as the youngest, I hadn't reached
puberty and the best I could do was a tiny drip of clear cum, not a sperm in
it."
Well, Ted, you've come a long way since then. I currently classify yours as
'rich and creamy'," laughed Candace.
"Thank you, I'll let you swallow another batch of my 'rich and creamy' this
afternoon. Dad would come in dressed as a priest with Mom trailing behind in her
nun's apparel. They looked authentic. Dad was called Father Gregory and Mom was
Sister Mary Rose. Dad was a stickler for details."
"Ted and I are going to re-enact this for you in a while," added Victoria
placing her hand between Dan's legs."
"Behave yourself Vickie, let me tell the story before you pull Dan's cock out
and loose control. Vickie is dying for you to fuck her some more, Dan."
"I'll be good, go ahead with your story," responded Vickie pouting a little.
"Dad would sit on the bed with a Catholic Bible, the Vulgate, in his hands.
Mom would kneel in front of him working the beads of her rosary. His cassock had
an opening so he could pull his cock out anytime. Mom would begin with the Act
of Contrition then suck on Dad's cock for a while. Next, Dad would listen
carefully to her confession. Mom could be very creative when it came to making
up sins. My favorite was the time; she swore that she had allowed Averell and
Pamela Harriman and Francis Cardinal Spellman to ride her around Manhattan naked
in the back of a limousine on Christmas Eve. Every so often they would stop in
front of a New York policeman walking his beat. They would throw open the limo
door, yell Merry Christmas and offer him a piece of Mother as a Christmas
present. Most of the time, the cop would recognize Governor Harriman or the
Cardinal and jump in the limo. Mother, with Pamela helping to get the cop hard
would let the policeman do whatever he wanted, half and half being their
favorite. Mother confessed to having done sixteen police between four in the
afternoon and midnight Mass. She swore that when she looked down between her
legs at midnight at St. Patrick Cathedral there was a puddle of beat cop cum on
the floor that had leaked out of her pussy."
"What a wild story. You must have had a very happy childhood," said Candace.
"It was very grand. Dad would listen to her confession; make her pray the Act
of Contrition, several Our Fathers and ten Hail Marys with him. Then he would
bind her to the bottom of the bed. He would pull open the back of her nun's
habit, get out several types of whips and canes and beat her till she passed
out. After that, he'd strip her, tie her face down on the bed and sodomize her.
She loved it."
"Tell Candace and Dan why they had a falling out, its' very bizarre," said
Victoria.
"Well over a period of time, the role playing got more elaborate. Dad was
entertaining several Hollywood starlets. He brought them here one weekend,
dressed them up as nuns along with Mom and my oldest sister. He dressed his
favorite chippie as a priest. She was quite a beautiful girl but cross-dressed
quite believably as a man except for these very red lips Dad painted on her. The
ersatz priest heard Mother's confession.
Mom confessed to having engaged in an orgy with four altar boys. Mom had a set
of pictures that Father Gregory made of the event. So this one turned out not to
be a lie. Dad passed the pictures over to us. There was Mom at Sacred Heart
Cathedral taking on four of the retarded boys who lived at the Cardinal Cushing
Home for Exceptional Children. 'Exceptional' in this instance is a euphemism for
'a lot dumber than average'. There were a good dozen photos. These kids had
pea-sized brains but their cocks were huge. It got us turned on and we started
to jerk off. Eunice, Patricia and Jean were there dressed as nuns. All we kids
jerked off while Dad whipped the shit out of Mom."
"Dad revived Mom then he sodomized her. He finished by letting the faux priest
whip her senseless for her sins. The starlet priest shoved two huge dildos in
Mom's holes then made Mom do a little muff diving with her daughters before Dad
got on her for a final fuck. Dad even permitted Joe Junior and John to screw one
of the starlets who was dressed as a nun. My oldest sister was tied to the other
side of the bed and deflowered by Joe Jr. He ran around the room with blood all
over his dick showing it to everybody.
Later Mom discovered the starlet who dressed as a priest and heard her
confession was not a Roman Catholic. After that, there were no more fun and
games around the Hell Fire bed. Mom was a stickler for the Catholic religion."
"Too bad, sounds like some very good times ended," remarked Candace.
