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Chapter 4 Watching an Adult Film
“To give you a feel for what we are expecting, we’ll watch the most recent film made by our production company,” said Dayana once more commanding one remote to lower the blinds and another to activate the DVD player. No expense had been spared to make the hacienda modern and convenient.
“Over a million of the DVD’s have been sold worldwide and we are in the process of manufacturing another half million,” added Dayana.
“At what price,” asked Wes who considered himself a good businessman?
“Average retail is thirty dollars. Whole sale is fifteen and our cut is ten. We can dine as we watch. Everyone relax and enjoy,” said Carolina.
A sumptuous buffet had been set up for an early dinner. Whoever cooked for Don Delgado knew his business. I eventually learned it was a French chef whose Parisian restaurant had three stars in the Michelin guide. The Sea Bass a la Provencal was out of this world. One thing I have to admit is that I ate some of the most delicious food in my life during the filming.
The wine complemented the food. I can’t say I was pleased when our teens readily accepted bottles of dark Mexican beer. From the way, my two took their first swallow, I could tell it wasn’t the first time they consumed alcohol. During the duration of our stay at Hacienda Delgado, spirits and drugs were readily available. I am forced to admit that dealing with the stress forced me to consume my share. Without a ready supply of alcohol, marijuana, and cocaine, I would never have been able to perform the perverted acts required by the script, especially that first night.
To prepare myself for what I suspected was going to happen, I asked the waitress for a no salt Margareta. It was made just the way I like. I quickly downed my first drink and requested a refill.
As the film was starting and the room grew dark, several of the Latinas who had been serving food slipped in and took seats with the men. A very young and beautiful girl squirmed her way between Warren and me. She looked to be my Cecilia’s age. My bastard husband slipped his arm around her to feel her bare breast as she placed her hand on his manhood and whispered something in his ear. From the way he spread his legs so she could grasp his testicles, it was obvious he had forgotten his marriage vows. He smiled at me experiencing no problem with the fact that I was watching him willingly commit adultery.
Wes followed Warren’s lead causing Michelle and I to exchange a look meaning, “What do you expect? They’re men and those sluts are their daughter’s age.”
“Later, I’ll be your bitch and you can do anything you want to me,” said Dayana taking a seat beside me close enough our bare thighs were touching. “You’re going to make me scream when we’re alone. You will show me not an ounce of pity.”
Her words further confused me. Wasn’t I supposed to be her bitch? With that she took my hand and placed it on her magnificent bare breast and kissed me. I had no idea what she meant. As it turned out she was a masochist. Even more shocking was that she brought out the sadist in me. I gave her nipple a painful pinch and she hissed her approval.
“Everyone feel free to masturbate or fuck but please keep watching,” said Carolina taking a seat between Celia and April pulling them to her.
“I heard her whisper, “You too are so pretty and sweet. I just adore young girls. We are going to become lovers tonight.”
Wendy and Katlyn were joined by four of the uniforms who quickly stripped and began making out with the two. Wendy looked distraught for a brief moment but realizing her situation was hopeless she took hold of Manuel and Escobar’s cocks and began to stroke them. The concentrated their mouths on her breasts and soon her look of dismay turned to passion and then unbridled lust.
Michelle was correct. The inevitability of our situation freed our female libidos from their normal constraints. If there is absolutely nothing you can do when a strange man kisses your breasts and inserts his index finger in your vagina, you accept lust. That’s whether you are a New England housewife or a common whore.
After a while, Manual eased Wendy onto his lap slipping his hard cock into her vagina. She began a slight rocking motion as she watched the film.
I should have been protesting and screaming for them to stop but I kept quiet except for requesting a third cocktail. The potables were potent and I soon developed a buzz.
“Finger my pussy while we watch,” said Dayana.
The booze was working its magic and I could not think of a reason to refuse. The fact that never in my life had I had sex with another women didn’t seem to matter as my index fingers slipped between her almost non existent labia, paused at her distended clitoris, then progressed downward to her entrance. She inhaled like she was trying to suck al the air out of the room. Dayana’s breathing and the presence of an amazing amount of female secretions signaled she was turned on.
Her well lubricated vagina offered no resistance to my digits. It seemed natural to use my thumb to stroke her sex. This can’t be me I told myself as I windshield wiped her erect clit as the film started.
“I could tell from Robbie’s pictures, you were truly a whore. He said you were an uptight American puritan but I said he was wrong,” said Dayana as she turned to kiss me again.
Michelle was sandwiched between two men who pulled her legs apart and began to stroke and finger her sex. She moaned as they practiced digital insertion while attacking her breasts with her mouth. After a while they transferred her to one’s lap and screwed her. Wes was too busy screwing his Latina whore to notice. The pair swapped Michelle back and forth, quietly fornicating throughout the viewing.
As two very pretty and young Latinas joined Bryan and Doug, I realized that what was happening had been carefully orchestrated. They were beautiful girls with excellent figures. Clad only in ridiculously short skirts they sat in the boy’s laps and began kissing them. Bryan’s mouth dove to his girl’s breasts and he sucked her nipple just like he sucked mine when he was a babe in my arms. It was a poignant moment. My boy was growing up. I later learned the two girls were Don Delgado’s libidinous daughters.
“Relax and enjoy the film,” whispered Dayana begging a slow massage of my sex. “I will get you off.”
My booze addled brain knew there was no point in doing anything other than what she wanted. Besides everyone else in my family had succumbed to perversity why should I be the exception?
I slumped back into the couch and spread my legs as her fingers slowly stroked my clitoris. In no time, my body betrayed me and I was gushing lubricant.
“You’re so wet. I love to taste you. Later tonight, I will drink your piss,” said Dayana using her fingers to transfer my Bartholin fluids to her mouth.
I shoved the idea of consuming urine out of my mind. It was just too disgusting.
Wedding in Paradise was the title. Dayana was the producer. Don Delgado was the director. Carolina was the assistant producer. It was ninety seven minutes long. Still images in street clothes introduced the Stewarts and the Gages and several friends as the cast. They were all Anglos, primarily from Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love.
The video began with a brief scene of their arrival at the Cozumel airport. A voice over announced that the two families had planned a destination wedding in lovely Cozumel. Brad of the beaten balls was the groom and a lovely young girl named Dee was the bride. She was an aerobics instructor and personal trainer who I suspected had breast augmentations. Here breasts looked like they could stop a bullet.
Both families included a set of grandparents. Thank God, my mother and daddy were safely back in Boston. I could not imagine how my straight laced mother would have reacted if she had been present. She would have had a stroke. Looking back, I was forced to admit she would have been fucking her brains out in spite of her strict Episcopalian upbringing.
The plot was almost non existent. There were only three acts. Act one was the rehearsal dinner where between courses, Stewarts, Gages and guests engaged in indiscriminate sex with one another.
Incest was rampant as Grandfather Gage deflowered his two pre-adolescent granddaughters. He seemed surprisingly vigorous for a man his age. Later, I discovered that erectile dysfunction drugs were handed out like candy during filming. That allowed the males regardless of age to perform repeated acts of intercourse ending in copious ejaculations.
Interspersed with the scene of the senior Gage savaging the virginal sex of his grandchildren, Grandmother Stewart engaged in oral, vaginal and anal intercourse with her three well hung grandsons. The three were in their late teens and early twenties, and I was amazed at how they brutally they reamed the elderly woman.
The way she screamed and begged during anal, it was hard to imagine she was enjoying it. Still, her cries and whimpers of pain added a certain perverse level of enjoyment to the scene where she was triple penetrated. Women of her generation weren’t into anal intercourse.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t all heterosexual. Lesbianism and gay sex filled the screen in every combination imaginable. Gay sex was something new to me. The three Stewart boys sodomised one another with a savagery that made me think it wasn’t the first time they had performed such perversions. I saw things I would have thought were physically impossible like the youngest boy sticking his fist in his older brother’s anus.
“Think you can take that, Doug,” said my Bryan brandishing his forearm in the air.
“I can take anything you got,” answered Doug.
“Quiet, boys,” said Dayana before she whispered to me. “I want you to fist me.”
The exchange shocked me. I had assumed the boys were strictly heterosexual. Later I learned bisexuality was considered cool at their high school. Parents can be so naïve.
Part two or act two took place in an actual church or chapel located on the grounds of Casa Delgado. While family and guests dressed in whorish trashy undergarments looked on, a priest in full vestments conducted Brad and Dee’s wedding. The groom was naked except for an enormous codpiece. Dee’s only attire was a veil and a ridiculous pair of platform heels that made her tower over the groom. Thankfully, the ceremony was brief.
Once the nuptials were finished the bride was restrained spread eagled in front of the altar with an oversized silk pillow under her hips. The ropes were so tight she looked like she was stretched to the max.
The priest removed his vestments to reveal an oversized member. When he penetrated Dee, the camera caught a close up of blood oozing from her vagina. Given that she was seen in Act One having intercourse with any number of males that made no sense. Blood capsules had been inserted in her vagina.
After the priest had taken her faux hymen, every male and female present had intercourse with her. The body count had to be in the thirties. The females were equipped with oversized fake penises held in place by straps. Sharp rubber spines covered the sides and tip of the dildos.
For some reason (maybe the director wanted it that way) the women and girls attacked the bride more savagely than the men. Everyone from teenagers to septuagenarians took their turn penetrating the bride’s orifices. The poor girl was obviously in great pain as over zealous bridesmaids savaged her sex and bit into her breasts. She was a bloody mess by the time they finished. From somewhere, I recall the term, “Blood Wedding,” and it seemed appropriate.
There was a decided preference for anal until Dee’s sphincter lost its elasticity and became a wide open dark hole everyone kept spiting in. At some point, the priest inserted a golden funnel in her open anus and urinated into her bowels. Several others joined him and scene ended with the poor bride passed out on the church floor in a puddle of semen, blood, and pee. It was the most perverse and disgusting thing I had ever watched. I also realized that we Tates and Evans would be suffering the same level of degradation.
I decided right then that upon our safe return we were going to sit down as a family and recount what occurred to Reverend Thornton. It would be incredibly embarrassing but cathartic. No doubt a recommendation for multiple counseling sessions would be forthcoming. It might take years for us to heal as a family. I wasn’t sure I could ever look at my Bryan in the same way. When your teen age son ejaculates in your mouth, it alters the mother and son relationship irrevocably.
Dayana’s finger slipped inside me causing me to make loud moaning sounds. I heard Celia whisper to Carolina, “My mother is such a slut, Carolina. We caught her sucking my dad’s cock yesterday. She had come all over her face and she had peed on the floor when she came. She promised my Dad he could do anything he wanted to her on our vacation, even anal.”
“You’ll get to try anal tomorrow,” said Carolina kissing the girls and caressing their breasts. The fact that they were reciprocating wasn’t lost on me. Celia’s hand was between Carolina’s thighs massaging her sex. Was my little girl a lesbian?
“Will it hurt? This girl in our school, Peggy Lewis, let her boyfriend put his penis in her bottom and she said it hurt like hell but she couldn’t stop him,” said April.
“When he pulled it out, it was covered in shit and blood. He made her lick it clean,” said Cecilia
“You’ll get used to it, Precious. A little shit never hurt anyone. You may learn to love it,” said Carolina stroking April’s breasts.
“Quiet,” whispered Dayana.
On screen the perversions were non stop. Bridesmaids and mothers of the bride along with the very young flower girl performed as fluffers. I learned the meaning of the term, fluffer, during the making of our adult feature. They say every discipline has its own terminology and adult films were no exception. Before the film was done, I understood Dirty Sanchez, Rusty Trombone, Hershey Highway, and a dozen others.
On cue, several nuns and priests joined in the bacchanalia. I recognized some of them. Manuel and Escobar, the two uniforms who had taken such pleasure in wielding their truncheons on my body made passable clerics until they opened their cassocks to reveal their sizeable phalli. One of the young nuns who bought her underwear from some trashy store was the same female slowly stroking my husband’s penis. On screen she was attempting to swallow Manuel’s manhood.
I’d already surmised that the household staff appeared as extras in the film. The combination food server, porn actress and slut leaned over to lick Warren’s penis. She smiled wickedly at him as her tongue traveled around the head flicking the tip with her serpent like tongue. Warren placed his hand on the back of her head bringing her face to his for a prolonged tongue kiss. Then he looked at me and smiled. She was giving him what I had refused and he did not feel guilty as a result. He was taunting me, the bastard.
I did my best to ignore what was happening and concentrate on the film. The actors were engaged in what I assumed was Act Three, the wedding reception. The exhausted bride and groom were seated at the head of a u-shaped table. They and the other guests served as an audience for what I charitably call a number of weird sexual acts.
The first involved a half dozen little people performing sexually with one another. I had never seen a dwarf in the nude and it was quite a surprise that one of them had a penis larger than Warren’s on a body less than half his size. After the little people had engaged in various sex acts with one another they invited the bride and groom along with the best man and the maid of honor to join them.
“Mexicans loves dwarves and freaks,” whispered Dayana. “They are adorable and they love to fuck big people.”
I resisted saying I found them repulsive. On screen, the wedding party was too beaten down to do anything other than join enthusiastically. It was wicked to watch the bride’s rather dignified looking mother sticking her tongue in the hairy anus of a dwarf and proclaiming how good his shit tasted. Extreme close ups captured the tip of her tongue probing his sphincter that he in a remarkable feat of physical control opened for her.
After the little people finished, two Afro Americans who looked like they played in the NBA appeared to the sound of African drums. It was ooh and ah time when the pair dropped their drawers.
“Fourteen inches of black cock, thick as a man’s wrist,” whispered Dayana. “Jamal and Wayne will be in your film. If you don’t please me tonight, I will instruct them to double fuck your asshole. You won’t shit right for a month.”
“I’ll rock your world, Bitch,” I responded with a confidence driven by a fourth Margareta.
“Oh, your saying that makes me wet,” replied Dayana taking my hand and placing it on her bare sex. It was oozing lubricant. She’d been wet for a while. I captured what felt like an oversized clit between my thumb and forefinger and pressed hard, pulling and twisting her little man in the boat.
“I figured you for a sadistic bitch,” said Dayana moaning as I hurt her sex. “Underneath that patina of middle class respectability, there is a raging domina waiting to be released.”
Sadistic was a term I’d never applied to my character. I have many faults but the idea of experiencing sexual pleasure from causing others pain had never occurred to me. Sadists were people needing serious therapy. Would I find it erotic to make Dayana scream and writhe in pain? The answer proved to be yes forcing me into an entirely different view of my persona.
On screen, the bride was subjected to penetration both vaginally and orally by the NBA. I wondered whether she was hollow inside. She kept pleading to no avail for them to take it slow. And the two were anything but gentle. After a dozen ass pounding strokes, it was the groom’s mother and grandmother turn for deep anal. Grandmother passed out cold after several minutes of butt pounding penetration.
People laugh at the wrong things and we should be forgiven for laughing at the expression on the seventy year old woman’s face when Wayne buried his manhood in her bowels. His scrotum slapped hard against her aging vulva as she summoned her breath for a good long scream during which her dentures flew out and skidded across the tile floor. Jamal took that as an invitation to slip his penis between her toothless gums.
“Suck that pecker, Grandma,” shouted Wes as he placed his companion on his lap. Effortlessly, she reached down to guide his penis into her vagina sinking down to take him fully. I doubt the little whore even knew his name.
Wayne and Jamal did not limit their attention to the females. As soon as all the girls had been double penetrated, the males were next. The groom, Brad, was last. They put him in a shoulder stand and somehow wedged both their cocks into his asshole. They would pull out to allow the camera to peer into his rectum. After they ejaculated, poor Dee was assigned the task of sucking the semen out of his bottom and swallowing it.
“Yuck,” said Celia.
“Double yuck,” commented April.
“Is that something you are going to make Mom do, Daddy,” asked Celia?
“Of course, she’ll love it,” said Warren lying through his teeth as his Mexican strumpet slowly raised and lowered her body. In the long list of acts he informed Reverend Frank I was unwilling to perform there was no mention of my sucking another man’s ejaculate from his bowels. I wonder how he would have explained the presence of male semen in his butt to Reverend Frank who regarded homosexuality as a terrible sin.
“Are you going to do it, Mrs. Tate,” asked April.
I was pissed off enough to reply sarcastically. “Yes, I just hope it is Wayne and Jamal’s semen I suck out of Warren’s bottom. I love black cock and sucking theirs out of his hole would be a real turn on.”
“I told you she was a whore and a slut,” whispered Celia to April.
Wayne and Jamal took their leave to loud and enthusiastic applause. They were replaced by a nude female dancing to native drums and carrying two dwarf white pythons. The woman was a talented dancer. At first, I did not appreciate the purpose of the snakes until one slithered inside her vagina. It slowly disappeared except for the tail.
“My God,” I whispered.
“Never had a snake crawl up your pussy,” asked Dayana casually as she pushed her fingers deep inside me?
I couldn’t help but moan, “Of course not.” Dayana’s long slender fingers had found my G-spot and she knew exactly what to do with it. It took all my self control not to grab her hand and force her fist inside me as I whispered for her to finger fuck the living shit out of my pussy. I was this close to losing control and proving Celia’s opinion of me true.
“Well, we’ll just have to broaden your experience while you’re here. Don Delgado is a collector of animals trained to have intercourse with humans,” said Dayana.
“The snake is crawling up her ass,” blurted out Doug as the second python disappeared through the dancer’s sphincter. His companion immediately hushed him by taking hold of his cock and stroking it as she whispered something in his ear.
“Really, in your ass, really,” I heard Doug’s loud whispered reply.
“Quiet,” cautioned Dayana once more.
I watched as the dancer began to masturbate. Her stomach moved as if it had a will of its own. One could only believe the ripples across her abdomen were caused by the pythons moving around inside her. It was an eye popping bizarre thing to watch. I can’t imagine seeing such an unnatural act in a developed country like the US or Europe.
Finally, she either climaxed or faked one and the reptiles for reasons unknown slithered out. Everyone applauded as she bowed, kissed the snakes, then ran for the exit.
It turned out to be the bride’s turn to entertain her guests. Poor Dee, she did not get the wedding she planned but she did get one she would never forget. And the wedding video instead of being some boring disc forgotten in a drawer became an international best selling adult DVD. There was a copy in a pocket of our brief cases.
Several of the security staff masquerading as wedding guests led the bride to the center of the room where she was restrained face up on a low profile wheeled table. Everything got quite for a minute as Brad toasted the bride and thanked his new in laws for giving them such a wonderful wedding.
Toast over, four of the female staff lead a donkey into the room. I actually said, “Wow,” as the two granddaughters knelt beside the animal and stroked and sucked his spongy cock to a full erection.
“Gerardo has fifty centimeters,” said Dayana. “Think you can take him all the way, Kathy?”
It took me a moment to calculate Geraldo’s penis size in English. I know the metric system well because the legal firm where I part time does work in Canada and Europe.
“No, that’s almost twenty inches, no woman can take that inside her body,” I said.
“Knowing Mom, she’d give it her best,” said Celia causing those around her to laugh. What had gotten into my formerly sweet and loving daughter?
“You are wrong,” said Dayana. “I have seen women smaller than you have intercourse with stallions whose cocks are twice Geraldo’s.”
That seemed physically impossible but I never argue with a woman who had three fingers in my vagina whipping me into froth. I watched fascinated as they positioned Dee under Geraldo. At first, the assistant rubbed the head of Geraldo’s cock up and down her over used labia. Geraldo seemed oblivious to his surroundings until they began to insert his penis into Dee who responded with loud gasps and the occasional loud wail that it was killing her.
The audience watched in total silence as inch by inch, all of that night mare cock disappeared. Based on the close ups of Dee’s face, she was not enjoying her first time with a burro. When Geraldo was fully invested, he threw back his ears, let out an ear splitting bray and began thrusting. The assistants struggled to hold Dee in place.
The cameras panned through the wedding party to show that everyone was either masturbating or having intercourse as they watched. It was also what the Tates and Evans were doing as they were watched the DVD. I realized Dayana was conditioning us, very clever.
Dee showed spunk toward the end by actively encouraging Geraldo. She was screaming for her assistants to roll her toward his thrusting cock. Geraldo sounded a final bray as he overfilled Dee’s vagina with semen. It leaked out along the sides of her ravaged sex.
As they rolled poor Dee out from under Geraldo, Brad knelt between her outstretched legs to extract Geraldo’s semen. The credits rolled as the dazed and exhausted bride and groom clumsily fed each other a piece of wedding cake.
Dayana closed out the orientation. “We’re off to a good start. I want all the staff to show their appreciation for the cooperation shown by the Tates and Evans.”
All the so called staff popped up and started clapping. My husband’s semen was dripping out of that slut’s vagina as she stood and enthusiastically applauded.
Dayana had more to say. “Breakfast is at seven. Everyone get a good nights sleep because the cameras can be merciless.”
We were led in separate directions. Warren and Wes went off with their Latina whores. Poor Michelle went with two of the male staff who had fucked her to the point of exhaustion. Michelle later reported that as soon as they reached her suite, they forced her to perform anilingus on their hairy butts then they engaged in anal intercourse that ended with both of them urinating in her rectum.
“They laughed as they took photos of me sitting on the commode shitting my brains out,” recounted an embarrassed Michelle the next morning.
Carolina laid claim to Celia and April not that those two in any way showed any reluctance to a night of lesbian sex. Wendy and Katlyn wound up with four of the security guards. Our boys followed their companions like a pair of puppy dogs never looking back to check on their mothers. Bryan later confided that in addition to enjoying the favors of Don Delgado’s daughters, they were joined by Don Delgado himself who had a preference for young boys.
I was astounded at how quickly and easily the son who I assumed was still an innocent lad embraced depravity. “He screwed me in the ass while I fucked Luisa. Then Luisa sucked his come out of my ass and we snowballed,” was his enthusiastic description of his evening.
You read that young people today are more tolerant of gays and are often bisexual but I never thought Bryan and Doug would choose that path. But both boys performed homosexual acts with the lord of Casa Delgado.
Doug was very open. “Bryan and I sucked his cock and rimmed his asshole then he fucked the two of us while we ate his daughter’s pussy. It was hot as hell. We are going to do more tonight.”
Dayana and I were walking on the beach toward her bungalow. It was a warm almost tropical night and there was a full moon. We stopped for a moment and she kissed me.
“I intend to be in love with you for the next three nights,” said Dayana breaking the kiss.
“What is it you want me to do?” I asked wondering if the woman was totally insane or an incurable romantic.
“Trinidad will show you. She knows my needs. Tonight you will be Mistress Kathy and it will be your role to punish me for what I am doing to you, your family, and friends. I expect you to show me no mercy, absolutely none,” said Dayana before kissing me again.
Trinidad turned out to be a tiny little black girl who I honestly believed was a slave as far as Dayana was concerned. As for the role play, I managed it and how. The big surprise was how much hurting Dayana turned me on.
“Tell me you love me even if it is a lie,” said Dayana as we kissed.
I didn’t find it that hard to lie under the circumstances. Four drinks and my first snort of cocaine made it too easy. We kissed and caressed for a while under the stars then entered the bungalow where I experienced a whole new world that changed my life forever.
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