Chapter 1 We Have Been Blessed

   

     “What an absolutely beautiful suite.  We have been blessed,” I exclaimed before silently thanking the Lord for our good fortune.  I wasn’t exaggerating.  The Toltec Suite on the top floor of Ritz Carlton Cozumel was spectacular.  With four large bedrooms arranged over two floors each having an incredible ocean view, it was like a different world.  The rich furnishings and sumptuous decoration were overwhelming for a financially struggling middle class family from the suburbs of Boston.

     Our accommodations were far beyond our family budget but we were paying the single room rate thanks to my friend Michelle and her half brother, Robbie.  She and her family were in the Mayan Suite next door.  The two suites occupied the top floors of the luxury hotel.  

      “Come look at the view.  Blue water as far as the eye can see,” said my husband Warren from the balcony.  

     “I don’t know how we are ever going to thank the Evans enough,” I said. Michelle and her husband, Wes, were our next door neighbors and best friends.  Robbie Cantrell, Michelle’s brother, managed the Ritz and was comping us the suite.

     The vacation had all come about very quickly.  Three weeks ago, Robbie contacted Michelle with an incredible offer.  A fabulously wealthy Arab prince from Dubai had reserved and paid for the hotel’s top floors then canceled his visit.  Robbie was able to offer us two suites at an incredibly attractive rate. 

     We’d met Robbie last Thanksgiving.  He and Michelle were orphans, raised in different foster homes.  Over the years, she lost track of him.  Several months ago, he contacted her to reestablish their relationship.  We found him to be a charming bachelor filled with interesting stories about the hotel’s famous guests.      

     “I’m going to change and go to the pool, Mom,” said Celia, my impetuous and increasingly difficult fourteen years old.  I pray every day for the wisdom and patience to rear her properly.

     “I want to go too,” said Bryan her older brother by one year.

     “I’ll make sure they don’t get in any trouble,” said Wendy, my step daughter who was headed to Bowdoin College in the fall.  Coming up with her tuition had strained our family budget to the breaking point.

     “You kids go on,” said Warren.  “Your Mom and I need to unpack.”

     I was hanging up clothes when Celia tried to sneak past me in a bathing suit I did not recognize and would never have allowed her to buy.  It was a thong bikini whose top did not completely cover her breasts and the bottom in my view was scandalous, better suited for a prostitute than a young girl.  A tiny triangle of flimsy material in the front left nothing to the imagination.  The outline of her vulva was visible.  I was amazed that she was not embarrassed by her highly visible camel toe.   A thin strip of material in the back disappeared into her cleft.  I did not doubt that waves would knock it askew exposing her to the world. 

     “Hold it, Young Lady.  When did you buy that?” I asked in my angry mother’s voice.

     “At the mall with my birthday money, all the girls my age wear this style” said Celia her voice taking on that defiant tone that was making ever more frequent appearances.

     “I think it looks cute on her,” said Warren doing the one thing good parents should never do.  We’d always agreed to act as a team where the children were concerned.  But lately, he seemed to delight in taking a more permissive attitude.

     “Wow, Sis, nice ass,” said Bryan arriving on the scene to slap his sister on her bare behind.

     His inappropriate comment and action added to my dismay.  I’d noticed my two siblings had become increasingly close in ways I wasn’t comfortable with.  “Go change into the green one,” I said.

     “Dad said it looks cute.  Let’s go, Bryan,” said Celia heading for the door intent on ignoring me.  There are times when every mother wishes she was barren and for me this was one of them.

     “Ready,” said Wendy appearing in an equally brief bikini.  Wendy’s attractive figure attracted the wrong kind of attention in my opinion.  She was the spitting image of her mother, Warren’s first wife.  Warren had divorced her after he caught her in bed with her sister and brother in law engaged in deviant acts including lesbianism and incest.

     A creature of Satan, the woman had absolutely no morals.  After the divorce Warren learned she had been having sex with her father and brothers since she was in middle school. 

     To make matters worse, while this orgy was taking place, five year old Wendy was watching.  Warren believed that if he had not accidentally discovered her infidelity they would have eventually included Wendy in their debauchery.

     I’d worried that Wendy had inherited her mom’s immoral nature.  But she was a sweet girl, seemingly unconscious of the impact her tanned athletic body had on the male sex.

     “See, Wendy is showing more than me,” said Celia pressing her small girlish breasts together.

     It was true.  Wendy was more exposed.  Portions of her areola were visible.  I wondered what degree of exposure was legal on the public beaches of Cozumel and whether they would be arrested.

    “She’s got more to show,” quipped Bryan making a gesture communicating the superior size of Wendy’s breasts.   She was a 36D like me.  The poor child had been a 34C when she entered high school.  The boys taunted her unmercifully and other girls were jealous.

    “Asshole,” said Celia.

    “Come on, the sun will be down soon,” said Wendy heading toward the door with Celia and Bryan following. 

     I started to say something but Warren put his hand on my shoulder stopping me.

    “Let them go,” whispered Warren.

    “That suit sends all the wrong messages,” I said conscious of my defeat.

     “I thought they would never leave,” said Warren pulling me to him and kissing me.  His tongue forced my mouth open, and I reluctantly accepted its invasion of my person.

     “I’ve got to unpack,” I said trying to push him away.  It was obvious what Warren wanted and as his wife I should be accommodating but the situation was Celia had soured my mood.

     “Look, you promised we would spend some quality time together on this trip,” said Warren reaching down to grasp my buttocks.  His strong hands kneaded my flesh as he ground his groin against mine.  Quality time was his code word for sexual intercourse.  He pulled me tight against his crotch. I could feel his manhood pressing against me.  Physically, it felt right but I was too put out with Warren’s attitude toward Celia’s bathing suit to respond.

     “You should have supported me with Celia.  We’ll have no one else to blame if some boy gets her pregnant,” I said trying to change the subject, but Warren was having none of it.  His lower brain was pressing against my sex signaling it was in control.  He ground his crotch slowly against mine communicating an unwillingness to be denied.

     “Little Miss Abstinence get pregnant; somehow I doubt it. She’d have to quit wearing her silver ring,” said Warren referring to Celia’s membership in the Silver Ring Thing, a Christian organization in which teens pledge to remain sexually abstinent until marriage.

      Last year, Celia had taken a leadership role in the Silver Ring Thing at our church.  She asked both of us to be present when she signed the pledge of abstinence and accepted her ring from our church’s youth pastor.  I felt very proud of her that day.

     But since then I have seen a change in her attitude about boys and sex.  I pray that the onset of her adolescent hormones does not cause her to forget her pledge.

     Personally, I was barely able to withstand temptation until Warren and I married.  Every day was a struggle to maintain my chastity especially after Warren and I became engaged and he wanted to start having sex.  But with the help of our good Lord, I remained chaste until my wedding night.  To this day, I am proud of my restraint and I tell both my girls how much my chastity meant to me.

      “I hope you’re right,” I said but with the firm belief he was wrong. Celia was headed for trouble.

      “I am.  Now forget about the kids for the moment and remember your promise,” said Warren putting his hand on top my shoulder and pushing me downward.

      “Here, now?” I questioned reluctant to service him orally.  We were in the suite’s master bedroom and the door was wide open.  Why couldn’t he wait until I was more in the mood? 

      “Yes, here and now, the kids won’t be back for hours,” said Warren pushing harder forcing me to my knees.

      Lately, my forty year old husband had been acting like an overactive teenager.  However, I’d promised Warren to be sexually accessible during the trip.  But at the moment I was regretting it.  Sex or rather the lack of it had become a serious issue between us.  Our views on which acts were permissible in a Christian marriage were completely divergent.  After several bitter inconclusive arguments, we sought counseling with our pastor, the Reverend Frank Dougherty.

     Reverend Frank had counseled troubled marriages of church friends and we turned to him when we realized matters were about to get out of hand.  In a few years we would be empty nesters and that is a dangerous time for a marriage.

      Much to my surprise, the counseling sessions had taken a decided turn in Warren’s favor.  Reverend Frank made me read passages in the Bible he interpreted to mean that the wife had an absolute duty to please her husband in the marriage bed.  Warren graphic descriptions of sexual acts he wanted me to perform embarrassed me to tears.  I was shocked he could be so explicit in front of our pastor.  But Reverend Frank didn’t blink an eye when Warren began his want list with anal intercourse.

     I almost died when Warren used terms like, back door action, riding the Hershey Highway, and playing the Rusty Trombone.  The last one I had to look up in an online slang dictionary.  I practically gagged at the thought of playing Warren’s Rusty Trombone.  He was going to have to be squeaky clean for me to place my mouth and tongue on his anus.  I find it hard to believe married couples engage in such acts but Reverend Frank assured me it was common practice among the congregation. 

      “These are acts that any Christian wife should be happy to perform, Kathy,” said Reverend Frank after Warren described his sordid unmet needs.  “You are putting your marriage at risk.  If Warren were to seek such acts from prostitutes and contact an STD, you would have no one to blame but yourself.”

     At our last session right before we left for Mexico, I promised Warren and the Reverend to be a good Christian wife and do whatever it took to please my husband thereby keeping our marriage strong.   The three of us had knelt and prayed together.  I committed to using our family vacation to renew our sex life and that included oral, vaginal, and (God forbid!) even anal sex.    

      Although I had committed before the Reverend and Almighty God to overcome my reluctance to meet Warren’s desires, I was experiencing difficulty at the moment.  

      “Can’t we do this later,” I asked?

      “No, now,” said Warren. “I want you on your knees like a street whore, Bitch.  Now suck my cock and swallow my hot slimy load of pecker snot.”

      “Pecker snot,” where did that come from?  Yuck! Just speaking the term caused my stomach to churn.  I’d been shocked when Reverend Frank agreed with Warren that using sexually degrading language was not only permissible but should be encouraged if it made the sex more enjoyable for Warren.  Warren stated unequivocally that expletive laced speech raised his Eros level and was therefore something I should practice.  I’d always avoided bad language and during our engagement informed Warren that it was not to be part of our love making or for that matter family life.  Now I found myself overruled by my Pastor, a turn of events I would never have predicted.

      Warren’s a big man and I was no match for his strength.  He used both hands to push me to the floor.

     “Take my pecker out, Whore, and make love to it with your slutty mouth,” said Warren.

      I decided to quit arguing and accept my fate.  I asked the Lord to guide my hands and mouth as I grabbed the tab of the zipper and pulled.  Then I reached in with one hand and extracted my husband’s manhood.  Warren is exceptionally well equipped.  At least, I believe he is based on my very limited experience.  It is the only grown male penis I have examined up close.  Other than adolescent fondling in high school, my knowledge is based on pictures.  I was still a virgin when I met Warren at Boston College.

      The aroma of unwashed flesh filled my nostrils.  We had just finished a ten hour flight and hadn’t showered.  “We should shower first,” I said wrinkling my nose at the odor of sweat and urine.

      “Fuck that, Cunt.  I want you to suck my dirty dick and tell me how good my piss tastes.  Tomorrow, you get to rim my nasty ass,” said Warren his voice taking a harsh demanding tone.  He grabbed my auburn hair in one hand and his cock in the other.  “Stick your tongue out and beg me to cockwhip you.”

      Warren slapped his penis hard against my cheek.  I sensed that he was testing me.  If I failed, I would violate my pledge to Reverend Frank and my commitment to God Almighty.

      I reluctantly complied.   “Slap my face with your penis, Warren. Slap it hard.”

      “Say cock, not penis, you fucking cunt,” barked Warren slamming his erect penis against my cheek.  It hurt. 

      “I meant cock. Cock whip me, Warren,” I corrected ignoring the disgust I truly felt.

      “Tell me how much you want to suck my slimy dick and make me believe you,” said Warren.

       Actually, the thought of putting his unwashed penis in my mouth revolted me, but I was determined and for that matter I’d agreed to put my mouth in worse places.  I got verbally creative to hurry matters along.  “I want to suck your nasty, dirty dick, Warren.  Please let your whore wife lick the slime off your prick.”

      “That’s good.  Now pull your top up so I can see your big tits, Slut,” said Warren as he forced his cock head past my lips.

      Be a good Christian wife, Kathy, I told myself as I raised my shirt then lifted my breasts from the bra cups.  Warren immediately reached down and gave my nipples a painful pinch then twisted them.   He practically lifted me off the floor by them.

      He was punishing me for all the times I refused him.  “That’s hurts,” I whined.

      “Get used to it, you fucking whore,” said Warren applying more pressure as he slapped me hard across the face.

     I was shocked at his behavior.  Warren had always been so gentle.  However, I recalled in our sessions with the Reverend, he admitted that he found it difficult to suppress his anger at my lack of responsiveness. 

     “I want to be brutal with Kathy and hurt her, Reverend Frank.  I feel like it’s my due for all the years she’d neglected my needs,” said Warren.

      Reverend Frank totally agreed.  “I see your point, Warren.  Kathy, recall the suffering the early Christian martyrs endured for their faith.  Accept a degree of erotic brutality from your husband as penance for your neglect of his needs.  Warren, keep it reasonable, but I don’t see any reason why you can’t allow pent up aggression to surface during your love making.  You need to get it out of your system.”

      Based on the Reverend’s remarks, Warren described sexual fantasies in which he was cruelly hurting me.   Reverend Frank said that was normal in such situations and there was nothing wrong with rough play in the marriage bed as long as it didn’t get out of hand and do real damage.  He confessed that he and his wife, Eileen, enjoyed rough sex.

      Reverend Frank flummoxed me by describing how he liked to paddle Eileen, frequently turning her bottom bright red before they enjoyed intercourse.  He recounted how he had gone online and purchased a selection of floggers and a three foot leather paddle with brass studs on the business end.  “She gets real hot and bothered when I tie her down and warm up her fanny,” was how Reverend Frank expressed himself.  I was appalled.

     I’d been amazed that he used his laptop to access a Web site where such things are sold.  At his suggestion I visited the site myself.  All manner of sexual aids including sadomasochistic implements were on sale.  The congregation had bought Reverend Frank that laptop for Christmas.  He stated that it was Eileen’s idea to make those purchases.  She found spanking very arousing and often begged him to tie her to the bed and paddle her until she pleaded with him to stop.  The next time I saw Eileen in church I could barely look her in the eye.

      As I licked around the head of Warren’s penis, I pushed aside the thought that the urethra was the source of urine.  I focused on techniques I learned from The Joy of Sex videos the Reverend Dougherty lent me.  One entire DVD was devoted to oral sex and I watched it twice.  I did find it surprisingly erotic and for the first time in months masturbated while I watched.  

      “Now reach down into your panty and play with your pussy as you suck my dick,” said Warren.  “Show me what a filthy cock hungry whore you are. Moan for me, Bitch.”

      That turned out to be a worthwhile suggestion.  When my fingers sensed that my vulva was already well lubricated with my secretions, it reinforced Reverend Frank’s statement that my body was not the problem.  It was all mental.   I moaned deep in my throat as my fingers massaged my sex and a wave of pleasure traveled from my groin to my brain.  It was proof positive that Reverend Frank was correct.  How could I have been so wrong about such things?

      “You’re fully capable of pleasing Warren, Kathy.  Allow your body to speak for you.  Shut down that overactive Puritan brain of yours when intercourse begins.  Just do whatever Warren says,” advised the Reverend.

     “I’m already wet,” I said pleased with my physical response.  I held up my fluid coated fingers for Warren to see and approve.

      “See, you can be a cock crazy whore just like Reverend Frank said,” said Warren.  “Keep jerking your twat.  I want you to come with my prick in your mouth.”

      Cow girl up, Kathy, and suck your husband’s cock I told myself.  This is important to your marriage.  Reverend Frank stated that keeping Warren sexually satisfied was my responsibility.  If he strayed to another woman’s thighs, it would be the result of my foolish pride.

      Warren’s manhood had achieved a full erection.  Relying on my DVD instruction, I took one of his testicles in my mouth and gently sucked it as my hand stroked the shaft.  His increasingly rapid breathing indicated I was on the right track.

      “Going to face fuck you, Slut,” said Warren placing his hands of the sides of my head then forcing his penis deep into my mouth.  The head reached my throat opening, hesitated a moment then pushed slightly inside choking me.  I gagged and tried to push him away but he held me tight, taking small strokes into my airway.  He held me in a vise like grip as he pinched my nostril’s shut cutting off my oxygen.  My struggles for breathe excited his lust.  It was a cruel thing to do but perhaps I deserved it for neglecting him.  

      “Choke on that cock, Bitch.  I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you every day,” snarled Warren.

      When he relented I gasped for air and choked as saliva poured out over my lower lip onto my breasts.  My eyes were watering.

      “You’re disgusting, you filthy pig.  Now beg me to face fuck you, you cock sucking slut,” said Warren slapping his cock hard against my cheek.  My face was starting to feel bruised.

      “Please Warren, face fuck me with your big cock.  Make me choke on your monster dick,” I said working my slippery sex with my fingers, flicking my clit with my thumbnail.  The fact that I was about to orgasm was a surprise, especially since Warren was treating me with such brutality.  It had been several years since I climaxed while having sex with Warren.  

      We continued on until Warren announced.  “Going to blow my load all over your face, open your mouth and stick out your tongue and beg for my load,” said Warren taking his penis in his hand.

      “Shoot in my mouth, Warren.  Squirt your hot jism all over my face,” I said furiously working my clitoris to bring myself to a climax.  The fact we were almost done and I hadn’t failed to please him I found encouraging. 

      As I felt the first warm drops land on my tongue followed by several squirts that covered my face from forehead to chin, I climaxed.  The muscles lining my sex convulsed as I shook violently.  Everything seemed to let go all at once.  I heard my voice scream, “Shit, I love this shit.”  But it could not have been me.  I don’t talk like that.

      When I recovered enough to look around, I saw my three and Michelle and Wes’s three standing in the door watching us.  We’d been so distracted we didn’t notice their arrival.

      “Your dad has a huge cock,” said Katlyn, Michelle’s oldest who was the same age as our Wendy.

      Later when I had time to think about her remark, I realized Katlyn was expressing her desire for Warren’s manhood.  I’d already noticed how the little slut flirted with him.  I’d even spoken to Michelle who laughed it off saying I should be proud to have such a handsome husband.

      “He’s enormous,” agreed Wendy.

      “Jesus, Bryan, look, your Mom pissed herself,” said Doug, Michelle and Wes’s son and Bryan’s contemporary, pointing to a puddle of urine underneath me.

     To my utter dismay, I realized I’d lost control of my bladder when I orgasmed.  That had never happened before.  I climaxed with such intensity that I didn’t sense I was urinating.  There was a sizeable round yellow stain on the carpet.

      “Mom, you’re a hypocritical slut.  Plus you’re disgusting,” said Celia in her most disapproving voice.  I’d spent hours explaining to her that while other girls in her school engaged in oral sex with boys that it was very wrong and even unnatural.

       I shrieked my shock and embarrassment and ran to the bathroom and locked the door.  When I looked in the mirror, I saw that Warren had covered my face with semen.  What an unbelievably shameful thing for mine and Michelle’s children to witness.  Urinating in front of the children was beyond the pale.  I was humiliated to tears.  How was I to ever live that down?

     It took Warren an hour to talk me into coming out.  And that was only after he assured me that the children were downstairs having dinner.

Chapter 2 Kidnapped

   

     “Come on, Kathy, lighten up, it’s not the end of the world,” said Michelle.  “I’ve been known to pee when I have a really powerful orgasm.  It’s only natural to let go.”

      “It’s called squirting and I think it’s hot as hell when Michelle pisses her self,” added Wes who according to Michelle spent far too much time on his computer looking at pornography.

      I’d stuck my nose in a Fodor’s guide book for Mexico and kept it there since we left the hotel.  I just couldn’t face the children who were sitting in the back snickering about what they had witnessed.  The Tates and Evans were in a comfortable air conditioned van on the way to what Robbie described as the region’s most spectacular set of pre-Columbian ruins.  Robbie had arranged the excursion sparing no expense.  Picnic baskets filled with gourmet food rested in the back of the van. 

      “It is for me.  I’ve never been so embarrassed.  Semen was all over my face.  It was dripping off my chin.  I tinkled on the rug,” I said keeping my nose in the book.

      “So you got a facial and squirted, big deal.  Wes and I were discovered in flagrante delicto and we survived,” said Michelle matter of factly.  Michelle was much more uninhibited than me about sex.  That was one reason I never discussed my sexual problems with her.

      “You never told me that,” I said putting the book aside.

      “Probably because I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.  My Mom and Dad caught us.  We were in my bedroom going at it when they came home early from a party.  Wes and I had just started dating so it was a double shocker.  We were doing sixty nine and they walked in right as Wes blew his load over my face,” said Michelle.  “My kisser was covered with jism and I was licking the last drops off Wes’ penis when my Mother shouted, “Michelle, stop it,” scaring the pants off us. 

      “We didn’t have any pants on to scare off, Dear.  I though her Dad was going to have a coronary.  He had no idea his sweet innocent daughter was her high school’s premiere freshman blowjob artist,” said Wes who overheard our conversation from the seat in front of us.

      “Other girls were worse than me,” commented Michelle.  “I was strictly oral until I became a sophomore.”

      Wes often used language I considered inappropriate but other than that he was a real gentleman.  They had first started dating in high school.  They’d broke up in college then got back together after graduation.  I admired Michelle’s free spirit but I worried about the influence of her more sexually aware children on mine.

      “Tell Kathy about the time, Katlyn and her two school friends walked in on us while you were screaming for me to fuck you harder,” said Wes shocking me by his use of the F-word in front of the children.

      “That actually happened,” asked Warren who was seated with Wes?

      “Right before we moved in next to you guys.  We thought we had the house to ourselves.  Surprise!  That’s why we moved. We had to,” said Wes.

      “We moved because we needed a bigger house.  I was seven months pregnant with April when it happened,” said Michelle.

      I said something stupid.  “Warren and I decided to stop having intercourse when I became pregnant.”

      “You decided not me,” snapped Warren with more than a touch of anger.  “I wanted to fuck your brains out until your water broke.  Pregnant women are a big turn on.”

      That quieted the conversation for a minute.  But Warren wasn’t finished. After a few minutes he started in on me. 

      “Kathy, I hope you’re not planning to use last night as an excuse to go back on your promise.”

      “What’s this about a promise, Kat,” asked Michelle?  “You didn’t tell me about any promise.”

      One drawback of having Michelle as a best friend was her firmly held belief that best friends keep no secrets from each other.  I’d been too embarrassed to talk about Warren and my sexual problems.  Apparently Warren felt no such reluctance to discuss the matter with Wes.

      “Kathy agreed to give Warren all the poontang he could handle while we are here,” said Wes surprising me with his knowledge.  I hadn’t mentioned a word of it to Michelle but apparently Warren had big mouthed it to Wes.

      “All I wanted and how I wanted it.  The word NO is no longer in her vocabulary.  I got a long list of firsts for us to try,” said Warren.  “We were off to a good start last night when the kids saw us.  Now Kathy is all freaked out.”

      “I won’t forget my promise, Warren,” I said to calm him down.  I take my marriage vows seriously and I was serious about keeping my promises to him.

      “What kind of place is this? It doesn’t look like ruins to me,” asked Wes looking out the window.

      We had been driving an ocean front road for almost an hour when the van turned down a side road.  A quarter mile later, we passed through a massive gate.  I was in a window seat on the driver side.  When I looked in the rear view mirror, I saw two men armed with military rifles closing the gate.  That struck me as curious.

      “It’s like the Garden of Eden,” said Warren admiring the incredible flora and fauna. 

      “Look, Mom, peacocks,” said Celia temporarily forgetting last night’s oath never to speak to her sick pervert of a mother again.

      “Parrots, birds of paradise, toucans, cockatoos, this must be an aviary,” said Wes who knew something about the exotic birds found in the tropics.

      “I’ve never seen anything like this.  But it is not a Mayan ruin,” said Michelle as the van pulled up to the front of an enormous beach front villa.  It was more of a complex of buildings than a single structure.

      As soon as the van stopped and the door opened, an incredibly attractive female who I later learned was last year’s Miss Venezuela stuck her head in the door.  Wearing a tiny bikini with a see through wrap covering the bottom, she looked like someone who belonged on the cover of a men’s magazine like Maxim or FM.  Warren had recently purchased a subscription to both ignoring my argument that such magazines objectify women and that as a father of two daughters he shouldn’t support such publications.

      “Welcome to the Estate of Don Carlos Esteban Rodriguez de Delgado.  I’m Dayana Mendoza and I will be taking you through orientation.  Please call me Dayana.  Would everyone please step off the van and line up on the white line.”

      “She can take me through anything she wants,” whispered Wes obviously impressed with her face and figure. 

      Admittedly, she was gorgeous.  “What’s this all about, Michelle,” I asked as we exited?

      “Damn if I know.  Maybe Robbie is going to surprise us,” said Michelle.

      A second very attractive young female was waiting at the bottom of the steps to hand everyone a bottle of chilled water.  A minute late all ten of us were lined up with our toes resting on a white line someone had recently painted on the pavement.   Off in the distance to the left of the house, we could hear hammering and sawing.  Something was being built.

      Two things struck me as odd.  Two men equipped with the type of professional video cameras you associate with television news were filming our exit from the van.  Six uniformed men who I took to be security were standing nearby watching us.  They were armed with truncheons.  Their uniforms fit well and were neatly pressed.  Somehow I found that reassuring.

      “Please answer when I call your name.  My assistant Carolina will hand each of you your orientation materials,” said Dayana.

      “What this all about, Dayana,” asked Wes?

      “Please hold your questions until we’re inside, Wesley,” said Dayana flashing him the same smile she’d used on the Miss Venezuela contest judges.  She struck me as the kind of woman who expected men to fawn over her.

   As Dayana called out our names and we responded, Carolina presented each of us with an empty laundry bag and a molded plastic briefcase.  My laundry bag was stenciled with my first initial and last name.  Someone with a Dynamo gun labeled my full name, Katherine Sims Tate, on the briefcase.

     When all the names had been called and kit handed out, Dayana delivered the shocker.  “Everyone please remove your clothes and place them in the laundry bag and hand it to Carolina. Unless you’re in costume, you’ll be nude for the remainder of your stay at Casa Delgado.  You may keep your sandals on.”

      That was when I realized matters were seriously amiss.

      “You’re kidding right,” said Warren thinking it was some kind of a joke.

      “Mom, do I have to,” asked Bryan?

      “I’m not undressing,” said Celia defiantly.

      “Me neither,” said April.

      “No way,” said Doug.  “No one gets a look at me.”

      “Of course not,” I said.  “This is ridiculous.  Let’s get back in the van and return to the hotel.  Somebody has made a foolish mistake.”  The thought crossed my mind that we had been mistakenly transported to a nude beach.

      The van driver must have overheard me because he promptly shut the door and drove off with our lunch.

      “Please, trust me, you do not have a choice,” said Dayana gesturing toward the six uniforms.  All the while, the two camera men kept filming as they walked around us.

      “What’s this all about, Michelle,” I asked.  I half expected Robbie to pop out from a nearby bush and announce it had all been a joke.  We’d laugh together then go inside for a delicious lunch.

      “I have no idea, Kathy,” said Michelle completely puzzled.

      Everyone has heard stories about tourists being abducted, robbed, raped, and murdered in Mexico.  But we had been assured that Cozumel was completely safe and that tourism was too important to the local economy to allow anything bad to happen to visiting gringos.  Robbery seemed out of the question, the house and grounds had to belong to someone who was fabulously wealthy.

      “I don’t think we have a choice,” said Wes gesturing toward the guards who had stepped closer.

      “You don’t.  Either you remove your clothes or they will, and they won’t be nice about it,’ said Dayana once more pointing toward the guards who took another step in our direction.  All the while the cameras were rolling.

      “Someone wants to see us in our birthday suits and I guess we don’t have a choice,” said Warren grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

      “How about just the adults,” asked Wes negotiating as he followed Warren in removing his shirt.

      “Everyone, no exceptions, please hurry.  We have a ton of work to get through today,” said Dayana.

      Work to get through, what in the name of Jesus was the woman talking about?

      “Let’s do it,” said Warren unbuckling his belt.  “Wendy, Bryan, Celia, clothes off and in the bag.”

      My husband spoke with a confidence he didn’t really feel.  But he had sized up the situation correctly.  There were more of them than us and we didn’t have a choice.  Fear trumps modesty any day.  Later, we all admitted we were scared to death.

      “You three get undressed, no arguing,” said Wes.  “You too, Michelle, nothing we all haven’t seen before.”

      It was time for me to be foolish and pretend the inevitable did not exist.  “Not me, I’m keeping my clothes on,” I said folding my arms across my chest.  One of the camera men came close and for some ridiculous reason I got a defiant look on my face and stared directly into the lens.

      “Excellent, Senora, show your fiery nature, it makes for good movie,” said the cameraman as he focused on my face.

      Dayana looked at me, shook her head and sighed before pointing me out and barking “Escobar, Manuel, strip her.”

       Two guards stepped forward and grabbed me.  The next few minutes were pandemonium.  Looking back it was entirely my fault.  Wes and Warren rushed to my aid causing the other four guards to join in with truncheons swinging.   Even Bryan and Doug got involved.  

       “Be careful, not their faces,” yelled Dayana as the sound of hard rubber impacting flesh filled the air.  Each blow with a truncheon was followed by a scream.  Being clubbed with a police baton hurts.  And I mean it really hurts.  No one was spared.  One of the guards wailed the daylights out of Katlyn and Wendy leaving both girls sobbing and curled up on the pavement pleading for the beating to stop.  Even after they were down, Wendy took a blow right across her boobs that left a bright red welt.

       As the instigator I got the worst of it.  One of them managed to land his baton right between my legs flattening my clit against my pubic bone.  That took all the fight out of me.

      Moments later, I was the only one standing but that was only because Escobar and Manuel were holding me upright as they ripped my clothes off.  Everyone else had been beaten to the ground where they quickly finished undressing and stowed their apparel according to instructions.  The two brutes made short work of my blouse and Bermuda shorts. 

       “Hooters,” laughed the one named Manuel when his partner unsnapped my bra and ripped it off me.  As soon as my breasts were exposed, his truncheon slammed by breast compressing it against my breast bone and causing me intense pain and leaving a nasty bruise.

       I grabbed the protesting mammary to comfort it thereby providing Escobar opportunity to pull my panty down my thighs.  When I reached to stop him from removing them completely, a second blow to my chest rendered me helpless.  In a matter of seconds I was nude and on the ground writhing in pain.

       “Those things really hurt, Mom.  I didn’t want to be hit anymore in the nuts so I undressed on the pavement,” was Bryan’s retrospective on how the pain of a hard rubber truncheon on his testicles overcame his natural shyness.  For the first time in years I saw my handsome son in the nude.

       “Punish her.  She needs to understand that we are in control,” said Dayana pointing to me.

       The one named Escobar held my arms behind my back as Manuel beat me into submission.  If he hadn’t been holding my arms, I would have grabbed my boobs and groin, and rolled around praying for the agony to end.

       “Enough,” shouted Dayana stepping directly in front of me.  When Manuel and Escobar released me, she took me in her arms and kissed me.  I had never kissed a woman that way but I was too frightened to do anything but allow her tongue to probe my mouth and intertwine with mine.  “I want us to become best friends.  I sense the kind of woman you really are.  Later, I will be your bitch and you can return your pain to me.”

     She was certainly full of verbal surprises.  My nipples and clit were throbbing with pain.  They’d had all the abuse I could take.  “Fine, let’s be best friends,” I whispered through tear filled eyes.  As it turned out, being her friend opened me to experiences I would never have willingly chosen.

      “Everyone inside,” said Dayana leading us into the main building.

Chapter 3 Carrot and Stick

     “What happened outside was unfortunate and totally unnecessary.  In order to make certain it does not happen again, you must understand that your enthusiastic participation is required and we will go to whatever lengths are necessary to make that happen.  Our approach is based on the carrot and stick.   Watch the monitor, please,” said Dayana wielding a remote control like it was a weapon. 

      We were seated at a U-shaped table facing a screen that Warren later informed me was the largest plasma commercially available, a 102 inch high definition model that cost $100,000.  It made our 27 inch Panasonic tube look hopelessly out of date. 

      Our bagged clothes had been hauled away by one of the uniforms.  My molded briefcase was parked under the table by my leg.  The pain of my recent beating was slowly going away except for my throbbing clit.  Having a police baton smack down on your love button leaves a lasting impression.  Still, I vividly remember how much it hurt and how I would do anything to avoid another beating.

     “God, how I would love to watch the Red Sox on that baby,” whispered Warren.  For some reason, he refused to acknowledge the gravity of our situation.  My virtue and that of our daughters were at risk not to say his and Bryan’s.  He was in denial.

       The room was enormous and the furnishings were sumptuous and modern with a Mayan flair.  As soon as we were seated, pretty young Mexican girls topless except for ridiculously short skirts delivered plates of chilled fruit.  They openly flirted with the men including Bryan and Doug.  I couldn’t overhear what they were whispering to the boys who got wide eyed at what they said.  Men are so weak when it comes to pretty women of no morals.

      As soon as Dayana pressed a button, shades came down darkening the room as the screen flickered to life. 

      On screen, a shrieking nude female was being strapped by two guards into a wooden armchair in the same room we were sitting.  I recognized the uniforms as Manuel and Escobar.  That very armchair equipped with leather straps stood empty nearby. 

      “Please, no,” screamed the woman as they buckled her wrists and ankles to the chair arms and legs.  A wide leather band secured her waist to the chair back.  The almost hysterical woman was completely immobilized except for head.  A close up clearly showed the terror in her eyes.

      Dayana paused the video to comment.  “At first, Deidre refused to participate and we had to apply the hooks and the cane.  It is a very painful punishment that will happen to you, Ladies, if you refuse to do as you are told.”

      I wanted to avert my eyes but it wasn’t possible to direct my view away from the screaming woman.  I stared as the guards rolled a small blood stained table to where it pressed against her breast bone. They adjusted the table’s height to where it supported her large breasts.  I’d guess a double D cup and honestly, sagging.  She was past my age and out of shape.  Wes later characterized her as a MILF but past her prime.

      “My God, that is pure savagery,” said Michelle watching as one of the guards inserted an oversized fishing hook in the bottom of Deidre’s breast and forced it out the top.  Blood spurted then dripped on the table top.  Deidre started to scream, lost her breath then let out an ear piercing howl.

      Just the sight of that hook being forced through her breast caused me and the rest of the girls to wince as we folded our arms protectively over our mammary.  That must have really hurt.  But there was worse to come.

      As soon as a similar hook was applied to the other breast, the guards attached an elastic chord to each hook’s eye.  They pulled the chords until her breasts looked like they were about to be ripped off then secured them leaving her boobs stretched halfway across the table.  Deidre was screaming her head off.  In between screams, she was begging for them to let her go and promising to do anything they wanted. 

      She kept offering, “I’ll felch his ass.  I’ll suck him dry and swallow it.  Please let me go.  I’ll do it.  I swear by Almighty God.”

     I had no idea what the word felch meant but I was about to learn.  Just when you thought things could not get worse for poor Deidre, a nude Carolina stepped forward brandishing a flexible cane that reminded me of an old fashioned buggy whip like the one in my grandfather’s carriage house.  With a maniacal grin on her beautiful puss she delivered a blow that not only sounded like a shot but created a bright red whelp on the top of both breasts.

     Deidre jumped a good six inches in spite of her restraints.  Tiny drops of blood appeared along the red line.  Her screams broke her previous decibel record.  Carolina delivered four more blows before Deidre fainted.  They woke her up by spritzing hydrogen peroxide on the cuts in her boobs.  She shook violently as the antiseptic worked its way into the open wounds.

     “Are you going to give us any more trouble, Deidre,” asked the on screen Carolina?

     “No, I promise just don’t hurt me anymore,” said a teary eyed Deidre as the screen faded to black.

     When I looked down, I saw that my arms were wrapped so tight over my breasts I could barely breathe.  Dayanna’s object lesson worked.  We were completely cowed. 

     There was no way I was going to do anything that would get me hooked and caned.  The video continued on and I learned what felch meant.  How utterly disgusting!  I found it hard to believe people were capable of such an unsanitary and unnatural act.    

      On screen the scene changed to Deidre part of a threesome.  She was kneeling at the rear of a much older man sodomising a much younger man, actually a boy.  It turned out to be daughter, father and grandson relationship.  I don’t in any way approve of homosexuality but I had no choice other than to watch.  Deidre was masturbating as she applied her lips to the old man’s sphincter.  The youth grunted each time the man thrust forward. 

      When the older man took his penis out of the younger man’s anus, he presented it to Deidre who eagerly took it in her mouth and pleasured it with her lips and tongue.  I found the prospect of performing orally on a penis just removed from another’s rectum appalling.  It was hard to imagine anything more revolting. 

     As to poor Deidre, her breasts were heavily made up but even the thick pan cake makeup could not completely hide the holes left by the hooks and the raised welts created by the cane.  The stretching also took its toll.  Her nipples practically grazed the floor.

      I knew such horrible perversity exists in this evil Godless world but I had no idea I would ever be subjected to it.  Having to watch such depravity was in my opinion a terrible punishment in itself but when I looked at my husband’s face, I could see that he was fascinated by what he saw.  His hand was below the table and from the motion in his arm; he was masturbating.  Warren later admitted that he found it erotic. 

      Back into the son’s anus went grandfather’s penis.  Minutes later, the older man reared and climaxed.  Deidre did not hesitate to place her mouth over her son’s gaped anus.  The hollowness of her cheeks indicating she was applying suction.  A minute later, the camera focused on her open mouth.  Her tongue was covered with yucky green semen.  She swallowed then opened her now empty mouth and smiled at the camera.

      “Is that felching,” I asked Michelle in a whisper.

      “Yes, it’s about as hardcore as sex can get,” responded Michelle.  “I’ve never done it but one of my friends is into threesomes and she has felched her boyfriend’s ass.”

      The thought of having to suck semen from a man or woman’s bowels nauseated me.

      “So ladies, if you are planning to disobey the director’s instructions, you will suffer Deidre’s fate as will the other females of your family.  Just to make matters crystal clear, any more trouble from you, Kathy, will result in Celia, Wendy, and yourself having your breasts hooked and caned.  The same holds for you, Michelle. Understood?” said Dayana.

      “Say you understand, Mom,” blurted out a terrified Celia.

      “I understand,” I said wondering how I would overcome my aversion to such unnatural acts.   I silently prayed to God for the strength to do what I must to protect my family.

      “For the men, we do something different,” said Dayana restarting the video. 

      This time it was a much younger man who was obviously an athlete.  He was laying spread eagle on his back with his wrists and ankles restrained.  A leather strap tightly circled his testicles separating them in two bright red balls.  A rope tied to a ring on the strap was threaded through an overhead pulley.  At the end of the rope was a hook that Carolina kept attaching weights.

     “You’re ripping my nuts off,” screamed the young man.

     “Don’t be such a baby.  They’ll take another ten pounds,” said Carolina causing the rope to swing. 

     “Please, Brad, tell her you’ll fuck me and Mom.  I don’t care if you’re my brother,” yelled a female from off camera.

     “No, I can’t, Laura.  It’s not right,” screamed Brad.

     Carolina added more weight. I was surprised at how far his scrotum could stretch.  The skin had turned a dark red.   She pushed the suspended weights causing Brad to scream.  As if that wasn’t enough, she lifted the weights slightly and let them drop.  Brad writhed in pain.

      “Please stop, Carolina, you’ll pull his balls off,” begged off screen Laura.

     Carolina ignored the request as she reached into a near by drawer and removed two items I vaguely recognized.  They resembled the timpani sticks used by the Boston Pops to play the kettle drums.  Later I learned they were an adaptive use of actual timpani sticks know to the sick perverts of this world as ball beaters.  It was amazing how the vacation expanded my sexual vocabulary.

     Constructed of a two foot wooden handle ending in a hard rubber ball they were ideal for engaging in an extreme form of cock and ball torture.  When I subsequently attended a Boston Pops concert during the July 4th celebration where the 1812 Overture requires a heavy participation of kettle drums simulating Napoleon’s cannon firing at the Battle of Borodino I could not help but recall poor Brad screaming his head off as Carolina pounded his testicles into ravioli.

     A song I recalled was playing on the video’s soundtrack.  The name was. “I love Candy,” and it was considered of the best drum songs of the rock and roll era.  I know something about music.

     Carolina apparently knew how to play the drums.  She took a stick in each hand, tossed them in the air and caught them to demonstrate her expertise then began to alternately strike Brad’s overstretched gonads as if she were playing drums in a heavy metal band.  She quickly developed a rhythm.  Based on Brad’s screams which rose in intensity as Carolina increased the pace, I would say he was in total agony. 

      “Are you ready to do as we say, Brad?” asked Carolina taking a break.

      “For the love of God, Brad, say you will,” screamed Laura from off camera.

     “All right, I’ll fuck her,” screamed Brad.  “I’ll fuck Mom, too.  I’ll even fuck Dad; just don’t hit my balls anymore.”

      “Good, it’s just too bad you made us waste our time this way.  Now I have to beat your father and little brother’s balls,” said Carolina causing a rash of off camera screams and pleas.

     After a fade to black, we watched Brad having sexual intercourse with two women we assumed were his mother and sister.  The older woman looked to be in her fifties.  He slammed hard into both them in spite of his swollen testicles. 

     “That’s right, Bradley, fuck your mother. Give her a machine gun fucking.  Hammer this old bitch until she bleeds,” said the older lady as he pounded her ass.  Brad’s sister, Laura, was at his rear licking his anus.

      “Are there any questions,” asked Dayana as she turned off the video player and commanded the blinds to rise?

      “What is it that you want us to do?  I’m confused,” said Michelle.  “Why are we here?”

      “Oh, I forgot to tell you.  How forgetful of me.  All of you are going to star in an adult feature film.  Once we’re done, you will be returned unharmed to the Ritz to enjoy the remainder of your vacation,” said Dayana.

      My mouth dropped open.  “You mean pornography?”

      “Exactly,” said Dayana.  “But we use the term adult film.”

      “We’re not porn stars,” said Warren.

      “Actually, Warren, you have the cock of a male porn star.  And you’re not bad either Wes.  Don Delgado wants fresh faces and he prefers true incest.  He’s a fan of cinema verite having studied the films of Bresson and Goddard.  That’s why we chose you after looking at the images Robbie made at your Thanksgiving,” said Dayana.

     Now I knew why Robbie insisted on taking dozens of pictures.  “That’s absurd.  We don’t know anything about making porn, I mean adult films,” My head was spinning.  I kept thinking I was going to wake up and find Warren on top of me giving me the machine gun treatment.

      “Do not be concerned with your lack of experience.  We have a highly competent crew to guide you.  Carolina and I have prepared a detailed screen play we will be shooting over the next four days.  Your lines will scroll through the teleprompter at the exact right moment.  Our previous film involved families much like yours and production problems were minimal,” said Dayana dismissing our concerns.

     “Don’t you have to be twenty one to be in porn,” asked Wes?

     “It’s eighteen, Dad,” corrected April.

     How did April know that I asked myself?  Children today know far too much about the seamy side of sex.

     “It’s eighteen in the United States but we are in Mexico and for that matter, Don Delgado is the law here,” sad Dayana.

     “Celia and April are only fourteen,” I said.

     “This will be their opportunity to fully experience a range of sexual activities at a young age.  You’re quite lucky in that regard,” said Dayana to the girls.

     “I’ll be fifteen next month,” added Celia unhelpfully.  God help me but she was at a difficult age.

     “Our daughters have signed a pledge to remain virgins until they are married.  Have you heard of the Silver Ring Thing?” said Michelle.

     “Celia, April, I pledge you that you will not leave here a virgin.  You will have experienced every imaginable form of sexual congress,” said Dayana laughing.

     “You will have sex with so many other boys and girls, you will forget how many,” said Carolina smiling.  “That silly ring thing will be forgotten.”

     “If it’s a problem, you can return to your country and find a surgeon who restore hymens and be re-virginized,” said Dayana.  “Then you can make another pledge.”    

     “This is insane,” I said.  “We won’t do it.”

     “Shut the fuck up, Kathy,” said Warren.  “You’re going to get Bryan and my balls beaten to a pulp.”

     “Kathy, I’m not a virgin and I prefer going along to being tortured,” said Wendy the voice of reason.

     Perhaps Wendy was more like her mother than I thought.  Wendy had assured me on several occasions she was a virgin in spite of dating several boys not all of whom I approved.

     “Don’t worry.  Kathy is going along too.  Won’t you?’ said Warren sounding downright threatening for the first time in all the years we had been married.

      “We don’t have any choice, Kat,” said Michelle.  “The Chinese have a saying. If rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

     Everyone was looking at me.  Actually glowering at me was more accurate.  “All right, I’ll make your adult film.” 

      “Good, we Tates are going to do what you want.  You mentioned carrot and stick,” said Warren his lawyer’s mind never forgetting a detail. 

      I honestly felt that if I had opened my mouth, Warren would have struck me.  The other members of my family were giving me menacing looks.

      “You won’t get a problem from any of the Evans either,” added Wes.  “We’ll give it our all.”

      “And as for the carrot each family will receive $125,000 to take home,” said Dayana.

      “That’s very generous,” said Warren obviously pleased.  The Tate family had been under financial strain the last year. “Is it tax free?”

      “The money will be in cash.  It’s your choice whether to pay taxes,” said Dayana.  “I’m afraid we’re running late so we need to move on.  Open your brief cases and take out the form titled Personal Release.  There is a pen for you to keep.  Please sign and date the last page.”

      I’m a paralegal three days a week so I recognized the form.  Basically, we were agreeing that any images of us were the undisputed property of Cozumel Adult Films and we relinquished all current and future rights.  Warren and I had to add our signatures to Bryan and Celia’s forms since they were minors.  From somewhere, a notary public appeared to apply his signature and seal.  I had just agreed to my underage daughter and son performing in a pornographic film, not exactly a recommendation for mother of the year.

      When we finished signing, Carolina collected the forms and Dayana proceeded with orientation.

      “Along with a copy of the screen play, your brief case contained several different items falling under the general category of marital aids.   Dildos, vibrators, and anal toys along with several kinds of lubricant are provided.  When filming is complete, the briefcase and its content are yours to keep,” said Dayana.

      “What are these for, Mom,” asked Bryan holding up something I recognized but was too embarrassed to admit.

     Sensing my shame, Michelle answered for me.  “They’re weighted nipple clamps, Bryan.  It’s for sado-masochistic sex.” 

     “You put these on your boobs, really,” questioned Bryan opening and closing the saw toothed alligator clamp.

     “That’s got to hurt,” said Doug reaching to pinch Bryan’s nipple.  What a time for boyish horse play.

     “They’re supposed to hurt.  Let’s give them a try to test your commitment to our film.  Put them on your mother’s breasts, Bryan,” said Dayana moving quickly to establish whether I was truly willing to participate.  Also I wasn’t finished paying for defying her at the start.

     “No way, Mom would kill me,” said Bryan.

     “If you don’t, Carolina will punish you and your father.  She’ll beat your sweet little gonads until you are half out of your mind.  In the end, you’ll do as you’re told.  Why make everything painful and difficult?” said Dayana looking annoyed.

     “Do as Dayana says, Bryan,” chimed in Warren in a tone that brooked no contradiction. 

     My husband is a terrible baby when it comes to physical pain.  There was no way he was going to object if it meant getting his testicles flattened.

     “You too, Douglas,” said Dayana.  “Your mother wants you to clamp her tits.  Don’t you, Michelle?”

     “Yes, come put them on Mommy like Dayana says,” said Michelle cupping her breasts offering them to her son.  She later admitted she was trying to show me some leadership.

     It was obvious that between bastinado by the guards and the punishment videos, there was no fight left in any of us.  Still, it was one of the most embarrassing and humiliating moments in my life thus far.

     “Bryan’s cock has the right attitude,” said Carolina noting that my son had an erection.  He takes after his father when it came to size.

     “Hold it Kathy.  Feel your son’s hard cock in your hand.  Stroke it,” said Carolina when Bryan hesitantly reached to put the clamp on my left nipple. 

      For the second time in my life I held a male organ in my hand.  I could feel it becoming more erect as I moved my hand along the shaft.

      “Don’t hurry, Boys.  First you have to suck the nipple to make it long and erect.  You too, Doug, take your Mom’s nipple and suck it, pull it with your teeth.  Make her horny for your touch.  Carolina will demonstrate.”

     Carolina licked around my nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard.   My body betrayed me and I moaned.

     “Mothers, did you breast feed Bryan and Doug when they were babies,” asked Dayana as Carolina demonstrated?

     “Yes,” I said summoning all the will I had to not panic and run as Carolina’s mouth covered the tip of my breast.

    “Yes, the greedy little bastard almost chewed my nipples off,” said Michelle.

     “See how her nipple has grown,” said Carolina lifting my boob for all to see my now extended bud as she offered it to Bryan.  “Now, it’s your turn, Handsome.  Suck Mommy’s big tit like you did when you were a baby.”

     “Jerk his cock as while he sucks,” said Dayana.  “Always encourage your partner.”

     Totally cowed, I reached down and once again began to stroke Bryan’s erect cock.   It felt so warm and hard in my hand.  Wasn’t it unnatural for a son to desire his own mother?  A vision of Bryan mounted on my body thrusting into my sex filled my brain.  Dayana was turning my world upside down.

     “Feels good, Mom,” breathed Bryan as I stroked him. 

      A minute later I hissed in pain as Bryan allowed the alligator teeth to snap on my elongated nipple.  I focused on stroking his very hot and hard cock as he attacked the other nipple with his mouth.  He sucked so hard it hurt.  Much to my dismay, I squeezed my thighs together causing a low moan to escape from the back of my throat.

     “Your slut Mom is getting off jacking Bryan,” said April a superior tone to her voice.

     “She’s two faced about sex.  She tells me not to touch other boys but she jerks off my brother,” said Celia with all the disdain she could muster.  

     I glanced over at Michelle who had closed her eyes and given herself over to the moment.  Michelle was much more relaxed about sex than me but masturbating her son tested her limits.  But with the image of those oversized fish hooks ripping through Deidre’s breasts burned into our brain, we did as we were told.

     Supposing that we ultimately survived and got home unharmed, I had no idea how we’re going to process what was happening.  I couldn’t picture myself telling Reverend Dougherty I’d engaged in sex play with my son.  A cameraman was barely inches away filming our incestuous acts.

    The second clamp bit into the base of my nipple.  I exhaled at the intense pain; somehow managing to keep stroking Bryan’s rock hard phallus.  It hurt so badly tears filled my eyes.   I found it hard to believe that certain people associated such instruments of torture with sexual pleasure.

    “Now kneel down, Moms, and allow your sons to finish in your mouth,” said Dayana. 

     I wanted to die of shame.  But if I refused, my little Celia would be seated at that table with hooks in her breast while Carolina caned her into unconsciousness.  What was my shame and humiliation compared to that?  Celia would never forgive me for my lack of courage.

      I glanced over at Michelle as she slowly fell to her knees.  Blood was dripping off her nipples.  Eyes closed she placed her lips on Doug’s cock and licked the head.  Doug placed his hand on the back of Michelle’s head to push his penis deep into her throat causing her to gag.  The callow youth showing no concern for the woman who brought him into the world tossed his head back and sighed, “Nice, very nice, take every inch, Mommy.”

     A glance in Dayana’s direction made my decision.  Her expression held no compassion for my degradation.  I slipped down to my knees, took a deep breath, and placed my lips on Bryan’s cock.  Pretend it’s Warren’s I told myself as I washed my tongue over the head while my hands massaged his scrotum.

      “Let’s cheer them on, families.  First one to get a mouthful of come wins five hundred dollars,” said Dayana holding five Ben Franklins in her raised hand.

     I suppose the money was the carrot and the nipple clamps the stick in Dayana’s sick mind.  Regardless, it worked.  I tuned out the world and went to work while the rest shouted encouragement.

     “Suck his dick, Kathy.  Make him shoot,” yelled Warren who later admitted that watching Carolina play Brad’s balls like they were kettle drums so terrified him, he chose to cooperate enthusiastically.

     “Come on, Mom.  Drain his nuts,” shouted April to her Mom.

     The rest of the Tates and Evans joined in to shout encouragement.  Had we lost our collective minds?  Was it greed or the inevitability of our situation?  Later, I decided that Dayana’s punishment videos and the possibility of $125,000 tax free had an enormous impact on all our psyches.  Dayana had made her argument all too well.  What was the point of resisting when they would make you ultimately agree after you paid a horrible price?

     I drew on the practices of The Joy of Sex video massaging Bryan’s balls as I moved my lips up and down the shaft.   Like in the video, I gave them a little spank to encourage him.

     “Going to blow, Mom,” said Bryan taking a firm grip on my head while using his hips to thrust into my mouth. 

     “Don’t swallow until I say so,” said Dayana.

     We won the perverse contest and I give Bryan the credit.  Dayana must have agreed because she handed him the five hundred which my greedy little son quickly tucked into a pocket of his briefcase.  He actually seemed proud of what he had done to his mother.  Later, he candidly told me he often fantasized about having intercourse with me.  He’d read in a psychology text that it was natural for boys to desire their mothers and that Freud had named the condition the Oedipus Complex.

     The fact that I had just committed the horrible sin of incest was not lost on me.  Regardless of circumstances I would go to my grave with that stain upon my soul.  The taste of Bryan’s semen remained in my mouth as I quietly wept at my shame.

     I was left kneeling with a mouthful of semen and firmly clamped nipples that were screaming in pain.  Back when Warren and I were first married, I performed orally for a brief period.  When he ejaculated in my mouth I immediately ran into the bathroom to spit it into the basin then spent the next twenty minutes brushing my teeth and gargling mouth wash.   Warren found my behavior so disagreeable; he gave us asking for oral sex until last night when he ejaculated on my face.  I suppose I was receiving payback for failing to service my husband.

      Michelle and Doug finished a half minute later. 

      “Now you two mothers French kiss and swap your son’s come,” said Carolina taking Michelle and my hand so we faced one another.

     No choice I told myself as we embraced.  I had never kissed a woman before in that way.  As our families watched and applauded, we engaged in a long passionate kiss as the two loads of semen mixed.  I admit to being aroused.  I’m not made of stone.

      “You can swallow now.  Let’s show our appreciation of two excellent blowjobs,” said Dayana clapping.  Immediately, everyone joined including the two camera men.

     “Let’s get these off,” said Dayana taking hold of the weights and jerking off the clamps in one swift movement.

     “Shit, that hurts,” I screamed as I grabbed my protesting breasts.  More tears came into my eyes.  Michelle screamed as Carolina jerked hers off.  It was one brutal thing to do.  It felt like my nipples had been ripped off but when I looked down they were still present but raw and bloody.

     “Wouldn’t want you to get infected,” said Dayana spraying then with hydrogen peroxide thereby initiating another round of stinging agony.

     

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.

Chapter 7 : Opportunity & Anniversary

The trouble with her job, thought Becky White, was that most of the staff didn’t want to be there and most of the clients didn’t either. Placing sponsorship opportunities had been interesting once upon a time. There had been more sponsors than clients and the sponsors had been keen to get the right placements. There had been bonuses for finding the right clients, they’d been paid well.

Now though? Well, there were more clients than sponsors and the clients were there because they had run out of other options. Becky spent most of her time telling clients at the OC that no, there was nothing today. Occasionally, one of them would try to bribe her. One of them had even tried to offer her some prick-sex! As if she looked like the sort of girl that would want that! Mostly though they knew they had nothing to offer her or anyone else here.

Sometimes though there was something she could do for clients. Like today. A new batch of opportunities had come through. And placing clients meant she had some chance of meeting her targets for the month. Sure, these were government placements and they weren’t the most popular, but if you didn’t have a sponsor then at least this solved that problem. Becky was explaining the possibilities to the new client that was sitting in front of her.

“James Leonard”, it said on his ident card. She hadn’t seen him before. In fact his application said this was his first approach for a sponsor. He must be stubborn to have held out so long. That might count against him with the sponsors but it wouldn’t stop her putting him on a short list if he looked like he’d fit the bill.

“It’s the Government Facilities Service,” she said, “domestic and building services. Sponsored employment and government location placement.”

James was wary. On the face of it, this would seem ideal, solving all his problems at once, job, sponsor, and a flat. He’d heard things though, about Government placements. They’d sounded like they were only one step up from the camps but right now he could see himself ending up in one of those if he was unlucky. Or even if he wasn’t unlucky. It didn’t take much imagination to think that the police wouldn’t be happy until he was in the care of the judicial system.

Becky pushed a printed sheet towards him. He’d have to move up north, but that was hardly a problem and this would carry the new locality permit that he would need.. He’d have preferred a private sponsor but no, Becky had said, there weren’t any private placements on their books right now. Perhaps in a few months? James wasn’t willing to wait. The experience with the police and the repeated harassment of the last few days had been the last straw. He looked again at the printed sheet.  A five year contract seemed like a long time.  “It’s your choice,” said Becky. She scowled at James. “Do you want a sponsor or not? If not, can we bring this to a close? I’ve got quite few interviews to go through this morning and there will be plenty of people interested in this even if you aren’t.”

James gritted his teeth. He was imagining what it was going to be like assigned to domestic duties for some government official or shifting garbage from one of the vast administrative offices that New Order seemed to have spawned on the edge of every city. And then there were the supervisors. Hard bitten, ex-military types mainly. Vicious, petty, sexually voracious. At least those were the rumours. On the other hand, what choice did he have, really?  “Sorry. Yes, I’d like to apply. Can you put my details forward or do I need to fill anything in?”

“Don’t worry we’ve got access to all your details. If you just put your ident card in there and key your PIN. That will let the application go through.”

James sucked his lip and hesitated for one moment before pushing his card into the slot. The system seemed as though it was thinking. James’s fingers hovered over the key pad waiting for it to asking him to enter his PIN. The prompt never came. “REFERRED” the display over the key pad said.

“Oh,” said Becky, looking at her own screen. There was a pause. “Ah. I’m sorry. It seems, ah, these opportunities have closed.”

“All of them?”

“So it, ah, seems. Sorry. I don’t have anything else either.”

James didn’t believe it. It was something about him. He was certain. He thought about asking the woman what the system had told her. It would be a waste of time, though. Defeated he got to his feet and turned to go.

Becky watched him leave with relief. She would never have guessed. Looking at him he appeared so ordinary but “Potential Subversive” the system had said, “Not Eligible for Sponsorship” and “Refer to Security But Do Not Attempt To Detain” She had pressed the button that would alert the security people to watch out for him as he left the building.

James was half expecting to be stopped by the two burly women that sat by the entrance to the building but their system had only told them to make sure that he left the building. He wasn’t stopped. In a few moments he was out on the street again, still with no job and with no sponsor either.

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Barry Haste had got back home on time. There would be the usual housework to do, of course, but at least he didn’t have so much to worry about at work these days. It wasn’t too much of a hard day in the office and he didn’t have the responsibilities that he once had. Neither Margery nor Valerie would be back yet. At least that meant he would have a clear run at getting the house tidy and getting thing sorted for the evening meal.

It was a special evening, Valerie had told him; their anniversary. Barry hadn’t known but they’d been lovers for two years even before New Order had been elected although it had been another eighteen months before his wife had taken advantage of the changes in marital law.

Anyway, “special dinner” Valerie had declared and so it would have to be.

Barry got to work clearing up from breakfast. Margery had left early, then he had gone to work leaving Valerie scowling at him across a cup of coffee as she eased herself into the day. He’d wanted to clear it up before he left but Valerie had told him not to. “Sod off,” she had said, “last thing I need now is you clattering around in the kitchen.”

Now there was an envelope addressed to Margery on the hall table; an anniversary card, Barry assumed.

It took Barry about an hour to clear the kitchen, tidy up the dining room and lay the table. Valerie had told him what they wanted prepared last night and he’d had a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in the fridge. He had just about finished when he heard Margery coming in.

It had been a lot of effort to get things ready but he was actually quite pleased with the result the table looked attractive, the food was in the oven and he’d even got some flowers from the garden. The girls would like that.

His satisfied thoughts were soon interrupted. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Margery swore from the hall. Barry wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to find out what was going on but he didn’t have go to find out. She came stalking into the dining room, pulling off her uniform tie and hurling her cap down on one of the seats. “You can clear all this up,” she barked waving to the carefully laid dining table, “she’s had to go on duty. More bloody subversives! The trouble you lot cause!”

She slammed out of the room.

Barry knew there was no point in trying to argue that all men weren’t the same.  So, that was what the envelope for Margery had been, not a card at all. Why couldn’t she have left him a note and saved him all this effort?

He looked across the table with its carefully laid places, polished cutlery and shining glassware. There was nothing else except to clear it away, he supposed.

By the time he had finished, Margery still had not reappeared. When Barry emerged from the dining room the only sign of her were the shoes she had kicked off and her uniform blouse, discarded and laying crumpled on the stairs where she had dropped as she pulled it off going upstairs. He gathered it up. It would have to be laundered before she went back in tomorrow.

Barry followed the trail of clothing. Margery’s skirt had been dropped by the bathroom. Inside the bedroom that the girls now shared, Margery was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, her eyes red from crying, the bottle of sparkling wine clutched close to her. She was wearing only her bra, panties and tights. “All your bloody fault!” she barked at the confused Barry. “If you were earning more, she wouldn’t have to take on these extra shifts. If you were any good at your job she’d be here now.” She downed the last of the wine, peered disappointedly at the empty bottle and half tossed it away from her. It rolled up against Barry’s feet. He bent down to pick it up. “Bloody useless, you are. Bloody useless. Bloody. Bloody. Bloody.”  She grasped herself around her knees pulling herself into a tight ball, still obviously crying.

Barry couldn’t think of anything to say  A moment later the phone rang. Margery almost fell over as she lunged across the floor to reach it. Barry started to move towards the door but Margery gestured from him to stay. “Val!” Margery, exclaimed with delight. “… No, of course, I’m fine. No, it’s not your fault… Mmm, lovely. Yes, I will. Soon. Mmmm. Love you, Val!” She put the phone down and leapt to her feet, obviously pleased by the call, but still more than a little drunk. “There,” she said. “I knew she’d get back as soon as she could, and we’re going to have some fun!”

That should have been enough to worry Barry; too often their fun meant his discomfort. “I’ll sort the table out again then,” he said, being careful to keep any sound of irritation out of his voice.

“Don’t worry we’re going to have supper in bed,” Margery giggled. Val’s got a birthday present for me.”

“All right, I’ll  leave you to it,” Barry said. Valerie and Margery were energetic and vocal lovers. He’d be able to hear the sounds of their passion from most places in the house and he really didn’t want to be reminded of their disinterest in his sexual capabilities.

“Oh no,” said Margery, picking up a pair of tights with a grin. “Val was MOST insistent that you stayed around. In fact, she told me to make very sure you did.”

Barry started to back away but Margery was quickly on him, putting her training in unarmed combat to expert use. In spite of the fact that she was by no means sober, she was still fitter and lither than Barry was and he soon found himself with his face pressed against the carpet and his arms pulled round behind him as Margery tied his wrists. “Oww!” he yelped as she tightened the knots.

“Just as well you didn’t take up a career as a criminal,” Margery giggled, slipping back against the bed. “I don’t even need my handcuffs!” She pulled the belt from the skirt which Barry had brought up and jerked it tight around his ankles. It had been the work of a moment to render Barry quite helpless. “Now sit there, quietly and behave. I’m going to have a shower.”

Barry watched fuming. Margery stripped off her bra and panties, not concerned in the least by the view that she was giving him of her naked body as she scurried around the bedroom. He tried wriggling his wrists and ankles but without success. He was still sitting on the floor, frustrated in his escape attempts, when Margery emerged from the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her and another wound around her hair. “Mmm, that was good,” she said with a smile as she finished drying herself off, ignoring Barry as she rubbed her body with the soft, fluffy, towels. She tossed them down beside Barry as she climbed into bed, he would have to tidy them up when he got free.

She had just snuggled down beneath the quilt, when Barry heard the sound of a key in the lock of the front door. Valerie was home.

She appeared at the door of the bedroom, smiling at Margery who was in the bed with just her head poking out over the quilt. “Sorry, I’m late, lover,” she said.”But I’ll make it up to you.” She slipped off her jacket and threw it over the back of a chair before climbing up on to the bed and kneeling alongside Margery. “You’ve not got much on under there, have you?” she said.

Margery giggled and shook her head. “Wrong,” she said. “I’ve got nothing on at all!”

“Shocking!” exclaimed Valerie in mock outrage as she pushed back the quilt and, still wearing her blouse and skirt, climbed in alongside Margery.

From where he was on the floor, Barry couldn’t really see what was going on but from the squeals, cries, grunts and sighs, he had a pretty good idea of what the girls were up to. After one crescendo of squeaks and sighs there was a quiet pause before Barry saw Valerie erupt from beneath the quilt, her skirt up around her waist and her blouse unbuttoned.

“Oh, come back,” Margery urged.

“It’s all right. I got us an anniversary present.” Valerie almost tripped over Barry as she crossed the room and dealt him a kick as she passed him.

When she returned, Barry just heard Margery say, “Oh excellent!” and then felt Valerie lifting him up until he was kneeling at the end of the bed. He turned around to see with dismay that Val had strapped on a substantial dildo and the way she was licking her lips made it obvious what she intended to do next.

“Can you find something to quieten him down,” Val called to Margery as she began to press the dildo up between Barry’s buttocks. “He isn’t really going to enjoy this much.”

Margery bounced out of bed and into the bathroom. Barry squealed as Valerie pressed the dildo against his arse bud; opening his mouth just enough to let Margery jam a wet face cloth inside, leaving him coughing and muffling his cries as Valerie pushed the dildo home. Barry squawked with discomfort as Valerie pushed against his buttocks time and time again. Margery sat on the pillows at the other end of the bed laughing as Barry tried to struggle against Valerie’s attentions.

“The best part is this, though,” Val said as she tossed a piece of paper to her lover. “Read it out.”

Margery grabbed at the paper. Barry was still choking on his face cloth gag as Val continued buggering him. “Thank you for your kind offer,” Margery read out. “We will be happy to take Haste, B, as part of our domestic service and cleaning team. Please let us know the details of the accounts where the payments for his services should be made.” 

“He’ll be bringing in almost half as much again as he does from that soft office job,” Valerie said as she pushed the dildo home once more. “So I can cut down on the extra duty shifts and we can spend more time together.” Barry gave a, “Gack!” into his facecloth gag as Valery bucked her hips forward forcefully.

“He really is completely fucked, isn’t he?” Margery giggled.

“What’s even better is that he voted for New Order first time around!”

Margery collapsed with laughter. “You never said! Why on earth did he do that?”

“Fed up with the other lots he said. Thought that some new ideas might shake things up a bit. They couldn’t be worse than what there had been before could they?”

“Not from our point of view, that’s for sure!” 

“Well I’ve had enough of this for tonight,” Val said as she pulled back from Barry’s back side. He gasped with relief as the dildo pulled clear of his sore arse. He heard it drop to the floor as Valerie unstrapped it and it fell to the floor. A moment later there was a stinging blow to his arse as Val snicked Margery’s wet towel at his arse. He felt her release his wrists. “Clear the mess up Barry dear,” Valery said. “And then leave us in peace. We need a cosy night together and you need to get your sleep; you’re going to be working much harder from here on out.”

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Chapter 6 Preparing To Be a Porn Star

     “Who are you Kathy, really,” I asked the mirror?  I found it hard to recognize the soccer mom who didn’t make a fuss over her appearance.  Spending time on me conflicted with the demands of a busy mom with a part time job and three teen agers to manage not to mention a husband who had grown increasingly high maintenance.  I hadn’t paid much attention to clothes and makeup in a decade. 

     At the moment, Warren was seated nearby embracing his Latina wench.  His arm was protectively around her as she leaned over to administer ointment to his recently waxed privates.  So far one of the best things about the morning had been listening to his screams when the wax strips were removed.  Warren was not the strong silent type when it came to pain. 

     Wes was also cooing over his Mexican slut leaving Michelle and I to suffer the pangs of the spurned wife.  It was positively disgusting the way those two middle aged men lavished attention on those little whores. 

     It was close to eleven.  Make up and wardrobe had finally finished with me.  We had started getting ready at 7:30AM after a hurried continental breakfast.  You always hear that making films is hard work and that part is true. 

     “We have a very busy day planned.  Everyone most cooperate and move quickly if we are to finish by dark,” announced Dayana dressed in a white spots bra and shorts.

     Her obvious camel toe made me think of last night and I felt warmth in my groin.  The guilt associated with those thoughts caused me to ask Jesus to give me strength not to permanently succumb to the temptations surrounding me.  I also prayed to the Lord to restore my family’s feet to the path of righteousness once Don Delgado’s nightmare porn film ended. 

     With her copper complexion and golden hair, Dayana looked ravishing and none the worse for last night’s whipping.  I decided she must have the stamina of a world class athlete.  If it had been me on the receiving end of the whip, I would have been in bed for a week. 

     I’d found myself guiltily looking forward to tonight when Trinidad and I would once again send this incredible beauty into her own particular forms of heaven and hell.  Trinidad mentioned that electrical torture was tonight’s theme.  I associated that with Mexico because there had been a recent story in the Globe about a local couple arrested in Nuevo Laredo for drugs who were subjected to electrical torture among a lot of other terrible things. That I found the idea of torturing Dayana’s exquisite body exciting bothered me a little but not as much as it should.   

     Breakfast over, we were herded outside to visit a mobile dentist clinic for a teeth whitening treatment.  Wearing something that approximated a hospital gown and nothing else, the elderly dentist scrapped the plague off my teeth occasionally stopping to admire my semi naked body.  He seemed to particularly admire my breasts, stopping occasionally to kiss my nipples and massage my bare sex, something my own dentist would go to jail for.

     His younger assistant painted my teeth with a fluid then subjected them to an intense white light.  They were several shades lighter when he finished.

     It turned out the well equipped van was a charitable project funded by Don Delgado.  It traveled the region providing dental services to impoverished locals.  Later, I discovered via Google the Don was a revered figure, loved and admired for helping the poor.  He was less well known for making porn films with kidnapped tourists.

      In spite of my performance last night I was still on Dayana’s shit list.  Or in her twisted mind was she doing me a favor. 

      When the ten of us had finished and our teeth sparkled, we were told to return to the house.

      “Not you, Kathy, you get to pleasure Doctor Oviedo and Hector,” said Dayana stopping me.  “Think of it as a reward for last night.”

      “Pleasure how,” was my stupid question.

      “What do you think?  It will only take a few minutes and the Doctor is such a wonderful man, so concerned with his people’s dental health,” said Dayana.  “It will be an honor and privilege for you to fuck him.”

      “I just can’t,” I said without thinking it through.  Outside of Warren and my son I had never had sex with another man.  I panicked at the thought of walking into the van and allowing them to do what they wanted with me.

      “Celia will take your place then,” said Dayana before saying, “Celia, come here. I have something special for you to do, Sweetheart.”

     “No, I’ll do it,” I said quickly.  The thought of my Celia loosing her virginity to an elderly dentist and his assistant was too much for a mother to bear.

     I’d already asked Celia what happened last night with Carolina.  Her sarcastic reply was, “None of your business, Mom, but if you must know we went down on each other and it was great.  Eating her pussy was incredible and she has all these wonderful toys.  April and I are going to become lesbians.”

     “Go ahead inside, Celia.  Your Mom changed her mind,” said Dayana slipping the gown off my shoulders.  “Now make us all proud, Kathy and give the good doctor and Hector the fuck of their lives.  If they don’t give me a good report, I am going to tie your little bitch of a daughter to that palm tree and whip the flesh off her back.  Then I will rub sea salt into her open whelps.  She will carry the scars and the memory of how her mother failed her to the grave.”

      Her threat terrified me.  “There will be no complaints,” I said determinedly.

      Dayana found a way to add to my humiliation.  “Go ahead everyone, to the set.  Kathy has volunteered to have anal sex with Doctor Oviedo and his assistant to show our appreciation for free cosmetic dentistry.”     

     Warren and Celia looked on with an air of distaste as I reentered the van.  Doctor Oviedo and Hector must have been expecting me because they were naked.  The Doctor who I would guess was in his late sixties was seated in his dental chair.  His skinny legs dangled over the arms as he stroked his large uncircumcised cock.

      “Suck my father’s cock while I fuck you dog style,” said Hector in heavily accented English.

      The thought I was having sex with a father and son entered my brain.  It exited just as quickly as I bent over and gave the Doctor’s cock a lick.  What did it matter if they were related?   

      Doctor Oviedo leaned forward to feel my breasts then let loose a torrent of words that overwhelmed my high school Spanish.

      “My dad says you have beautiful tits.  He wants to know if all the women who come from your city are big titted whores like you,” translated Hector whose hand was working my vulva.  The fact that his thumb was pressing against hard my sphincter signaled that I was facing anal sex for the first time. 

     It was a dumb question so it deserved a dumb answer.  “Of course, we love being whores and fucking our dentists.”

     The Doctor was apparently pleased with Hector’s translation of my response.  He pressed a button on the chair’s console causing the seat to tilt back then issued a request via his son.

     “My father wants you to lick his asshole.  He said an American whore like yourself should feel privileged to taste his shit,” said Hector sliding the tip of his finger past my sphincter causing me to grunt like some kind of animal, maybe a pig.  Later, I realized I had pushed back to get his digit deeper into my rectum.  Once again, my body was taking charge overruling my more prudish brain.

     I can’t imagine how Celia would have reacted if Dayana had chosen her.  It was one thing for Celia to have sex with an exceptionally beautiful girl like Carolina or one of the handsome young males who worked for Don Delgado but she would have panicked at the sight of Doctor Oviedo’s wrinkled and aged brownie.  Surrounded by a ring of grey hair, flaps of loose skin signaled he was no stranger to hemorrhoids.

     Once more I told myself to cowgirl up as I passed my tongue over his uneven asshole.  Thank God, he wasn’t that nasty.  I pushed away the thought that I tasted his shit.  My Joy of Sex DVDs had been mute on the topic of anilingus so I was on my own.  I placed my mouth over his sphincter and applied suction as I pushed the tip of my tongue against the center.  His ring opened and I was in a good inch.  At the doctor’s age, the sphincter is not as strong as it used to be.

     The Doctor exhaled then spoke several words I took to be a complement. It was of sorts.

     “Dad says you eat his ass like a prostitute he knew in Mexico City,” said Hector.

     “Gracias,” I said not looking up.

     I grunted as Hector slid his penis into my vagina.  He showed me consideration by reaching around to rub my clitoris as he began to rhythmically pound my orifice.

     “Stick two fingers in my father’s ass while you suck his cock.  Be gentle,” said Hector whose thumb was joint deep in my rectum.

     This isn’t so awful I told myself realizing I was pumping out lubricant causing Hector’s fingers to slide around my clitoris in a most pleasurable fashion.  The possibility I could orgasm entered my brain only to be dismissed.  Technically, the sex was non consensual.  There was no way I could be enjoying it.  I neither knew nor cared about the doctor and Hector.  They were just as much strangers as the two thugs who raped Simone in my building’s parking garage a month ago.  Still I felt an increase in my pulse and contractions in the walls of my vagina signaled the onset of le petite morte.

     “Impossible,” I whispered as I started to come.  Celia is right.  Her mother is a slut.

     “Oh shit, that’s so fucking good,” I shouted as I came in a rush causing my entire body to shake.

     Hector and the Doctor communicated in rapid Spanish as I pushed back to get more of Hector’s cock in my pulsating vagina.  I forced the Doctor’s cock to the entrance to my gullet then gave the extra effort to push it into my throat.  According to the DVD, the pressure of the female throat on the male penis adds to the intensity of oral sex.  I found myself wanting to choke and gag on his cock just like I had done with Warren’s.   

     Doctor Oviedo’s erection allowed me to understand the mechanics of an uncircumcised penis.  Before the week ended, I developed a preference for that particular model. 

      My body was now fully in charge.  My brain was on standby.  I fingered the damaged sphincter as my mouth traveled up and down his shaft forcing him into my throat.  There was a decided up tick in my Eros level when I wedged the head into my throat opening and gagged on it.  It makes no sense but it’s true. At least it was for me. 

     “Climb up and mount my father,” said Hector.  “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

     A dentist chair is ideal for certain kinds of sex.  I scrambled up to where my feet rested on the chair arms then using one hand to hold on, I took his manhood in the other and guided it into my vagina as I lowered myself.  The Doctor’s mouth latched onto my nipple and stayed.  He was definitely breast fixated.

     Once again, my brain made an unwelcome appearance.  As Warren liked to remind me, it had been three months and seventeen days since we last had vaginal intercourse.  And on that fateful Saturday night I complained he was hurting me. Each time, he thrust my vagina it felt like I was being stabbed.  Like the true gentleman he is, Warren withdrew then rolled over in disgust and went to sleep.  He barely spoke to me for a week afterwards.

     But at the moment, I was experiencing intense pleasure from penetration by a stranger.  The Doctor’s cock felt great inside my vagina.  I wanted all of it and I didn’t want it to stop.

     My mental perturbations were interrupted when I felt Hector’s penis pressing against my sphincter.  Using my hips for leverage, he pushed inside.

     The immediate sensation was pain, intense searing pain, as his penis expanded my rectum.

     “You have a tight hole,” said Hector starting to thrust away.

     I hung tight hopping things would get better and thank god they did.  A couple of loud swats to my fanny helped me to relax.  Apparently, Hector understood the proper protocol for anal sex because he took my hand and placed it on my clitoris causing my Eros level to jump to the next level.  Having two penises inside my body while I massaged my clitoris was heavenly.   It was one long satisfying orgasm as their hard penises ravaged me.  I welcomed every one of Hector’s stinging slaps on my rear and encouraged the Doctor to suck my boob until it hurt.

     One other uncharacteristic thing happened.  I got loud.  Warren often complained that I was silent as the grave during intercourse.  “Can’t you shout or scream, at least grunt?  It’s like fucking a corpse,” was how he phrased it. 

     I heard someone screaming, “Fuck my shitty ass, fuck my pussy, harder, motherfuckers, harder,” and that someone was me.

     Doctor and son ejaculated within seconds of one another.  My fingers were a blur as orgasmic pleasure washed over me in huge pounding waves.  My orifices squeezed their spent occupants until softened they popped out of me.   Feeling a soft cock pop out of your asshole felt so satisfying I wanted to cry.  

     Sex over, I slowly climbed off the doctor.  I had undeniably just experienced the best sex of my life.  I was still shaking when my feet hit the floor.  I would have fallen if Hector had not steadied me.

     I was sent on my way after a round of kissing and fondling and expressions of sincere gratitude.

     When I arrived back with the others, Dayana was just ending a cell call with Hector.

      “Hector says you were incredible.  You took it up the ass like a pro,” said Dayana speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

      Celia was lying on a nearby table waiting for the wax to dry.  As usual, she chose to put me down.  “Mom did anal.  I don’t believe it.  She hasn’t let Dad screw her in months.  She’ll let anybody fuck her but her husband.”

      “Lean over, Kathy, and show Celia,” said Carolina more of less maneuvering me to where my bottom was inches away from my reclined daughter.  Without further adieu, she bent me over and spread my buttocks for all to see.

      “God, Mom, there’s come leaking out your asshole.  You’re disgusting,” said Celia.

      “Let me see,” said Wes peering at my bottom.  “Warren, some stud has been traveling your wife’s Hershey Highway.  His spunk is oozing out her shithole.”

      Warren was also waiting for the wax to dry.  “From now on, Kathy, when I want to fuck you in the ass, I expect you to spread your cheeks with absolutely no hesitation.  And I don’t want any crap about you not feeling like it or it’s dirty.”

      “My mother the anal whore,” said Celia summoning all the sarcasm she could muster.

     “Such sarcasm to the woman who brought you into the world, you have no call to act in a superior fashion,” said Dayana taking my part.  “Kathy, climb on the table.  Your disrespectful daughter wants to suck semen from your ass.”

      “No, I don’t,” said Celia.

      “Do as I say or I will have Manuel  whip your pretty young tits until you beg me to do it,” said Dayana before delivering a very hard open palmed slap to Celia’s face leaving a vivid red hand print.  For a masochist, she knew how to deliver pain.

      We don’t believe in corporal punishment for our children.  None of them have ever been spanked.  So it was quite a shock to Celia to be slapped.

     “All right, I’ll do it,” said Celia fighting back tears.

     “Climb up and squat over her face,” said Carolina taking my arm to force me into position.

     It was a tense moment and I was conflicted.  The mother in me was horrified at the thought of Celia sucking Hector’s semen out of my rectum.  On the other hand, Celia had been nasty to me since the vacation started and she was getting well deserved payback.

      As Carolina maneuvered me to where I could feel Celia’s breath on my anus, April chose to encourage her best friend.  “Go ahead, Celia, I can’t wait to tell our friends about the things we did on vacation.  Roxanne will just die.  She was so uppity about going to tennis camp and sleeping with all her instructors.”

     “Ramon, take a close up,” said Dayana causing the cameraman to step closer.

     His micro image of Hector’s semen oozing out of my ass into Celia’s open mouth did not make it into the feature but it was part of the deleted scenes.  A tearful Celia, her face still smarting from Dayana’s slap, surrounded my sphincter and applied suction.  An ever helpful Carolina put one hand on the small of my back and the other on my lower abdomen and pushed. I felt a rush of fluids being vacuumed from my orifice. 

     “Give April a kiss so she can have something to tell her friends,” said Carolina being sensitive to the desires of young girls and their competitive natures.

      April kissed Celia then Carolina kissed the both of them.

      “Now, you two kiss and make up,” said Dayana gesturing to my daughter and me.   “Mothers and daughters should have a loving relationship.  Celia, she is the only mother you will ever have and you should treat her with respect even if she is an ass fucking, cock sucking slut.”

      “Sorry, Mom, I don’t know what has gotten into me lately,” said Celia as we kissed.  The remnants of Hector’s well traveled semen flowed into my mouth.

      “Hormones, Sweetheart, maybe it’s best for you to forget the Silver Ring Thing and allow nature to take its course,” I said.

      As I climbed down to the floor, Michelle was waiting to give me a hug.  “That was so sweet,” she said before kissing me and sharing the dregs of Hector’s essence.

     Family drama over, I was instructed to climb up on a nearby table and have my anus bleached.  I’d never heard of the practice.  I’m an olive complexioned brunette so my brownie was milk chocolate.  Minutes later it was a light pink.  After that I was subjected to a very thorough and painful removal of all body hair.  Dayana inspected my sex thoroughly when the attendant indicated I was done.  I later learned having a bald pussy was a prerequisite for porn.

     Yelps filled the room as the wax strips were removed.  Don Delgado had a thing about body hair even for the men.  The groins of the men were absolutely bare when they were finished.  Twice, back in Boston, I had splurged at the spa in the mall for a leg waxing; so I knew it hurt.  But having all the hair removed from my sex and anus was new.  It burned like blazes when the sadistic attendant pulled the strips of my bottom and labia.  After I was waxed, I was pierced. 

     “What are you going to do,” I asked the attendant as she swabbed my nipples with alcohol?

     No answer, maybe she didn’t speak English.  However, she did understand body piercing.  She deftly forced a gold ring through the base of my nipple then locked the clasp.  There was a sharp pinch and she moved to the other breast.  A third ring went into flesh right above my clit.  That one hurt like the dickens.

      “This is the coolest thing we’ve ever done, Celia,” said April who was getting her rings.

     “Relax and stare at the wall.  I’m going to do your belly button and it hurts a little,” said the attendant in accented English that was definitely not Mexican.  Later I learned during the pirate orgy scene she was from Ireland and worked at the Ritz Carlton at the Reception Desk.

      I closed my eyes and hissed in pain as she broke the skin.  When I looked down, diamonds decorated my belly button.

      One of the long standing points of contention in our family was body piercing.  All the girls and even Bryan wanted it but Warren and I were dead set against it other than ears and then only a single hole.  Something we had argued about countless times was swept away in minutes.  The Tates and the Evans were pierced, including the men.

      Warren and Wes were limited to a single nipple ring, but in some mad boyish display of macho, Bryan and Doug allowed Don Delgado’s daughters to talk them into a row of five rings on the underside of their scrotum bridging their frenum.

      Bleaching, waxing, and body piercing complete, they herded us toward the shower.  I was walking beside Bryan when he felt the need to confide in me.

      “What do you think, Mom, pretty cool, huh,” asked Brad lifting his cock to show me his new hardware.  “Louisa said it would make me more fuckable.”

     Under the circumstances, I decided to act supportive.  “Very nice, you look very manly.”  Actually, I thought it looked weird.

      Brad stepped closer to whisper.  “Louisa said I would get to fuck you and Mrs. Evans, today.  It’s in the script, page thirty one.  I hope you’re okay with that.”

      “I’m okay for now but it’s something we need to discuss once we are back in Boston,” I said wondering if Brad would expect me to have sex with him once we returned home.  Was incest a door that once you went through, there was no going back?

      “Doug thinks you’re hot.  He’s always had a boner for you,” said Brad as he turned on the shower and picked up a bar of soap.

      “Whatever is in the script, I’m up for,” I said as my fifteen year old son began to lather up my breasts. I hadn’t asked him to do that.

      Doug was soaping up Michelle’s breasts.  Our boys were coordinating their efforts to screw their own and their best friend’s mothers. No doubt it would give them bragging rights in their high school’s football locker room.

      Our minders had left us alone in the shower room that reminded me of the one at my old high school except this one was much nicer.  The tile looked expensive and there were images of young Mayan girls and boys having intercourse.  A selection of expensive shampoos and soaps was available.  The perfumed French fine milled soap Bryan was using wasn’t the kind you buy at your local supermarket.

      “Wash my cock, Mom,” said Bryan handing me a bar of soap.

      I’d already sucked it so it seemed silly to object.  He got hard in my hands as I lathered his cock and balls.

      I was surprised and a little shocked to see Wendy and Celia soaping up their Dad’s penis.  Somehow through a combination of threats and incentives, Don Delgado’s crew had broken down our moral strictures against incest.  As my soapy hand massaged Bryan’s rock hard penis I began to look forward to performing page thirty one.  

      After the shower, I learned Don Delgado’s film studio included a salon where my hair was cut and styled.  The stylists also worked for the Ritz.  After that came wardrobe where the Tate women were dressed in white and the Evans in black.  It was the most whorish white outfit one could imagine.  A bustier lifted and exposed my breasts.  I was wearing a garter belt for the first time ever.  I’d never owned one.  The panty was so small it barely covered my vagina and the thin strip of material disappeared into my cleft.

     Michelle and I looked in the mirror and laughed. 

     “Two soccer moms dressed as street whores,” said Michelle sticking out her tongue to the mirror.

     “Good looking street whores,” I added giving my nipples a pinch.

     “We’ve decided to fuck our brains out,” said Katlyn as she and Wendy joined us.  The girls looked adorable but slutty.

     “I intend to screw your husband like a dog in heat, Mrs. Evans,” said Wendy.  “I’m going to take every inch of cock he’s got and scream for more.”

     “What’s gotten into you two,” I asked?

     “We just made a pact to show Don Delgado and crew that we white Anglo Saxon Protestant girls from the land of the Puritans can fuck as well as any Latina whores from the slums of Mexico City,” said Katlyn.

     “And we think you should join us.  Let’s show them what an American slut can do with a cock,” said Wendy.  “Celia and April are on board with us and we want you two to join.”

     “Consider me in,” said Michelle. 

     “Me too,” I said with an eagerness that surprised me.       

     

Chapter 7 Act One Scene 1

     

     “This is a little weird,” I whispered to Michelle under the sonorous tones of the organ.  “I didn’t know the Roman Catholic rite included a deflowering mass.  You have magic in those fingers, Girl.”

     “Somehow I doubt the Pope has ever conduced one, not even the Borgias,” said Michelle keeping her hand busy with my sex.  Two fingers were stroking my G-spot and her thumb was windshield wiping my clit.  My Bartholin glands were in overdrive causing me to wonder whether masturbation can lead to dehydration. 

     Two days ago, the idea of masturbating another woman in a church would have been beyond my comprehension.  Don Delgado’s crew had  transformed me from up tight American housewife to some kind of uber slut.

     Moments before at Don Delgado’s direction, Michelle and I spread our legs, placing my left over her right and my right on top of the next pew so we could masturbate one another.  Everything halted as the cameraman got a close up of me licking my fingers then applying them to her clitoris.  It was an exhibitionist moment that based on my prior commitment to go all out resulted in a heavy flow of vaginal lubricant.  Michelle’s talented fingers whipped me into froth. 

      My free hand was freely roaming my breasts squeezing my nipples causing me to moan like some sort of depraved street whore.  Honestly, I had lost all sense of decency.

      It was less than a minute before I orgasmed resulting in a heavy spray of pee splattering the back of the pew.  It made a large puddle on the floor.  The cameraman got drops on his lens.  He smiled as he tasted my urine and whispered a promise to fuck me at the first opportunity.

     “Soccer moms are squirt whores in waiting,” whispered Dayana to Don Delgado observing my performance.

     Losing control of my bladder was a new experience for me.  Michelle showed her support by wetting her hand in my blast and licking the fluid from her fingers then kissing me with loads of tongue.

     “Mexicans must be very religious.  The music is inspiring and the pipe organ has an incredible range.  Don Delgado said it was over two hundred years old,” said Michelle enjoying the church music after we got each other off.  Michelle plays the organ at our church back in Boston during services so she should know.

     We were seated in the second pew of the exquisite chapel that was part of Don Delgado’s estate.  Being Presbyterians, we weren’t used to the baroque decorations and statuary of Roman Catholicism.  I understood that Catholicism played a major role in the lives of Mexicans so it was only natural that RC church services appear in our adult film.  A mass had been in the one Dayana had shown us previously.  Certain motifs are often repeated in adult films like car chases and helicopter crashes in action-oriented American films?

     The mixture of Spanish and Latin made the ceremony hard to follow but it was obvious that April was being given to her father and Celia to Warren.  Wendy and Katlyn stood close by holding bouquets draped with a rosary.  Both girls looked very sexy with their breasts and buttocks exposed.   Make-up brought their nipples to a rosy red.

     Celia and April were dressed in the same whorish outfits as the rest of us.  However, the wardrobe person added white veils to the girl’s attire to emphasize their role as brides eager to be deflowered by their fathers.  Warren and Wes were nude except for the flowers their Mexican whores had tied to the privates.  Katlyn dubbed them floral cock rings.  I suppose that was as apt a description as any.

     Our husbands were totally ignoring us in favor of their Latina trash.  I had a moment in which I wish it had been Warren’s Adriana instead of Dayana in the whipping bench.  I would gladly have set her ass on fire then made her swallow every drop of my urine.

     In the pew behind us, Doug and Bryan were studying their scripts and playing with their penises.  When we first sat down, Doug had leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you beg me for more, Mrs. Tate.”  I just looked back and smiled.  Being screwed my someone who called me, “Mrs. Tate,” struck me as funny.

     The priest was assisted by two altar boys.  I’m not familiar with catholic liturgy but their attire looked authentic and in fact was the same regalia they wore at morning mass.

      On a track down the center aisle, Don Delgado’s camera dolly was manhandled by the chief cinematographer, a man named Cesar who appeared to know his business. It moved silently back and forth complemented by the two men with hand held cameras.  I know very little about making movies.  However, it is my understanding that only a tiny fraction of the digital images make it into the final cut.

     The deflowering mass was a brief ceremony that included everyone kneeling at the altar rail to receive the body of Christ.  We Presbyterians have a totally different take on the Eucharist but as far as the film was concerned we were all Catholics.

      The exchange of rings but not the kind you would expect.  The father’s ring consisted of a small leather strap with a Velcro fastener that fitted tight around their penis and testicles.

      “It’s called a cock ring,” whispered Michelle as Celia knelt down and took the head of Warren’s cock in her mouth to steady it while she circled her father’s manhood and pressed the Velcro closed.   Both men were fully erect when their daughters finished.

      The tempo of the music increased as the scene approached a climax.  The altar boys unfolded a spotless white sheet and placed it in front of the altar.  Next they added a couple of thick white pillows.  The girls followed the director’s instructions to lie down on the sheet with one pillow under the head and the other under their hips.

       Wendy and Katlyn took up positions kneeling in front of their fathers and provided oral sex.  I didn’t detect any dismay on Warren or Wes’ faces as their eldest daughters sucked their cocks.  Both men followed the Don’s direction to put their hands in the prayer position and look toward the heavens for inspiration.

      That was Michelle and my cue to step forward and service our daughter’s orally.  As I got into position between Celia’s thighs, I felt cool water land on my back.  The priest had dipped a gold plated implement into what I surmised was a container of Holy Water then splash it over the wedding party.  Father Escondido stood between the supine brides reciting a blessing in Latin as I peeled Celia’s labia apart and applied my tongue to her clitoris making sure to tease her newly installed gold ring.  One of the hand held cameras was inches from my face as I swirled my tongue around her virginal button.

     Both girls started moaning and writhing as we performed cunnilingus, not exactly the reaction one would expect from young virgins.  Actually I wasn’t sure Celia or April were virgins; but the script said they were.  Virginal Celia didn’t seem to have any problem with being deflowered by her father in front of family, friends, and film crew.  She was moaning and wet in no time as she raised her hips eager for my tongue.

     When the organ changed to a different dirge (I think it was Gregorian chant), I slipped the blood pill in Celia’s vagina.  Don Delgado wasn’t taking any chances that the girls would not bleed for the camera.  He was most likely correct.  Celia informed me six months ago she no longer had a hymen due to a fall onto the balance beam in gymnastics.  A month later, back home I happened upon her dildo collection.  When I questioned the little slut, she informed me that she had taken her own virginity the first year of middle school.   

     When the fugue ended, Michelle and I rose with the help of the altar boys one of whom had quite the boner pressing his cassock outward.  We stood aside as Warren and Wes took position between the girl’s outstretched legs.  Celia’s pussy was practically twitching at the prospect of screwing her daddy.

     The music changed again as the priest spoke another short Latin prayer.  The Dads used their cocks to part the girls’ labia each taking a second to make sure their cock head was poised at the entrance.

     “I love you, Celia,” said Warren remembering his line.  Wes had the same line.

     “I love you, Daddy.  Take me in Jesus’ name and make me your little whore,” said the girls.

     The music stopped, signaling both dads to deflower their daughters in unison.  The priest shouted something in Latin.  The girls groaned as their pussy’s filled with daddy.  The blood pills burst causing red to spill out on the white pillows.  The organ sounded a powerful note filling the space.

     Michelle and I both cried on cue because it was very dramatic even if it was just a movie.

     The organist switched to a more joyful sound.  Both girls wrapped their legs around their dad’s waist.  Father and Daughter pumped away until they climaxed.  In true porn fashion, they pulled out at the last minute and squirted their seed on the girl’s belly.

     Sex over, the girls and their fathers processed out with the rest of the wedding party following.

     Scene 1 of Act 1 was complete.  However, as I found out that morning, taking care of the extras and help was my punishment or is that reward.  But this time I had a partner.

     “Everyone follows Carolina to Sound Stage 1, except for Kathy and Michelle,” said Dayana.

     “Where do we go,” asked Michelle looking through her screen play?

     “Back inside to take care of Father Escondido and his sons,” said Dayana.  “It’s the traditional way for the mothers of the deflowered girls to show their appreciation.”

     “The priest has sons,” I questioned?

     “Four, but you only have to screw two, the altar boys,” said Dayana.  “You won’t be disappointed.  I’ve done Father Escondido before and he is hung like a bull.  The boys take after their daddy.  Happy fucking, you lucky sluts!”

     Dayana rushed off after the others.  Michelle and I shrugged our shoulders then headed back into the chapel where we were expected. 

     “On your knees, whores of Satan, face the altar and pray for forgiveness,” said Father Escondido as he slipped off his surplice.

      His sons positioned us side by side so our hips and shoulders were touching.  It was going to be sexual intercourse dog fashion starting with oral for the now nude altar boys.  The boys sat directly in front of us with their legs spread.  They satisfied their curiosity about our breasts by feeling them.

      “What’s your name, Handsome?  You are muy guapo,” I asked in my high school Spanish?  Knowing the name of young men who were about to stick their penises in your mouth seemed appropriate.

      “My name is Juan, Senora.  This is my brother Ramon,” replied Juan in passable English.  Then Juan leaned forward and kissed me using a lot of tongue. 

     Ramon smiled and said, “Hola,” as he limbered up his uncircumcised penis.  Both boys had man sized penises.

     “Hola, Juan, I’m Kathy and this is my friend, Michelle.  We’re from Boston.”

     I licked the tip of Juan’s penis and massaged his testicles as he translated for his brother.

     “Don’t ask how old they are.  I don’t want to know,” said Michelle taking Ramon’s shaft in her hand as she formed her lips around the head and began practicing the timeless actions of a blowjob.

     The boys being boys groped our boobs and began treating our nipples like radio knobs.  I focused on getting them to climax so we could rejoin the others.

     Michelle and I were performing oral with energy and skill when I felt a large blunt object being placed at the entrance to my vagina.  A glance over my shoulder revealed that Father Escondido had shed his attire.  Dayana had not been entirely accurate in describing the Father’s manhood.  It was maybe only a little longer than average but it was amazingly thick. I groaned as that overstuffed sausage wedged its way into my too narrow vagina.

      I had the sensation I was being split apart.  I groaned, “It’s too big. It’s ripping me open.”

      Michelle came to my aid with helpful advice.  “Spank your clit.”

      An open palm slap on the little man in the boat created the desired result but not without considerable pain.  Not since the birth of Celia had the walls of my vagina been so stretched.  Still, it was highly satisfying when I felt the priest’s balls smack against my bottom.  He was in to the hilt and I survived.

      While I was on the spit (a term I learned later), Michelle and Ramon were enjoying themselves.  She was making cooing sounds as she placed her mouth on his anus.  With a combination of licks and pointed tongue thrusts she opened him up then inserted a forefinger for a prostate massage.  I imitated my neighbor, managing to locate the small gland with the pad of my finger.  Juan moaned his approval then said something to his father in Spanish too rapid or too profane for me to understand.

      Quickly, Juan’s respiration increased and he climaxed.  “Madre de Dios,” he screamed as he filled my mouth with warm semen.   I took a moment to savor his essence before I swallowed.  Later, Michelle and I agreed that boy come is actually sweet.

     As soon as Michelle finished Ramon, Father Escondido switched his pussy destroyer to her and she was the one who groaned and moaned as it widened the path to her cervix.

     “Senora Kathy, climb under me and lick my balls while I fuck Michelle,” ordered the man of God. 

     Being respectful of the clergy, I complied by turning on my back and squirming between his knees.  Michelle’s vagina was no more than an inch above my forehead.  When I looked up, I could see his awesome penis thrusting into Michelle’s opening.  Juan and Ramon licked my pussy to keep themselves occupied.

     The priest’s testicles were enormous.  They felt like they weighed a pound each when they rested on my face.  I licked and sucked his hairy balls as I reached my arm up to locate his sphincter then his prostate. 

      “American whores are the best,” exclaimed Father Escondido when I inserted the tip of my index finger in his anus.  I would have said, “Gracias,” but my mouth was full of his left testicle.

      A few more strokes and those enormous balls emptied their content into Michelle’s love canal.  When he slowly pulled out his slime covered penis plopped onto my face.  Unbidden I licked the slime reveling in the taste.

      “Don’t move, Senoras,” ordered Father Escondido.  “Juan, Ramon, come here.  I want to show you something special you can do with American whores.”

      I stayed still while Juan and Ramon gathered at their father’s side eager to learn.

      “Open your mouth, Kathy.  Move back slightly, Michelle,” said Father Escondido.

      “See boys how the American slut loves to drink our seed from her friend’s pussy.  You will not witness this in Mexico unless the girls have lived in the United States,” said Father Escondido.

     What a totally ridiculous idea!  But I didn’t see any point in enlightening the priest.  I just lay there with my mouth open as semen oozed out of Michelle and dribbled down her sex to fall into my open mouth.  Once the flow stopped, I rose up on one elbow and licked her sex clean.  That was my idea.  I didn’t want to disabuse him of the notion that American women are unique in their willingness to recycle semen.

     It was at that moment, I noticed the eight men standing at the back of the church.  They were all dressed in the same style one piece coverall.

     Father Escondido had also noticed.  “Escobar, Simon, everyone, come meet the porn stars Don Delgado brought from the United States.”

      Where did Father Escondido get his information?  It seemed all wrong. Porn stars were eighteen year old strippers with fake boobs and terrific bodies who had been prostitutes since they left home at fourteen after their daddy raped them.  Michelle and I were forty year old soccer moms with real boobs that were fighting a losing battle with gravity.  Although we both attended the gym five days a week for yoga, spin, and Pilates, time had taken its toll.

      The men hurried forward and I finally recognized their uniforms.  They took care of the estate’s flora and fauna.  The fact there were eight men employed in mowing laws, trimming bushes, and taking care of the gardens gives you an idea of the grounds of Casa Delgado.

       I was still on the floor with Father Escondido’s semen on my face when he introduced two of the men as his brothers, four as cousins, and the remaining two as no relation whatsoever.  I’d always heard that due to the teaching of their church, Mexicans had huge families.

      “Please to meet you and we hate to run but Dayana wants us on Sound Stage 1,” I said after shaking hands with all present.

      “No, please, Senoras, you must stay and fuck these men.  They would consider it an honor,” said Father Escondido.

      “Perhaps, another time,” said Michelle starting to edge toward the door.

      “Please, Senoras, these men are away from the wives and in need of a woman.  It would be an act of Christian charity to fuck them,” said Father Escondido.

      Michelle surprised me by saying, “We’ll have to make it quick.  Or they’ll come looking for us.”

     It turned out to be another seminal moment in my life and Michelle’s.  I could make the case that up to that point all Casa Delgado sex had been non consensual.  There had been a real or implied threat behind in every act.  We could have refused and left.  I doubt the campesinos who tended the grounds would have forced themselves on two American porn stars. 

      Michelle led the way by kneeling down and boldly announcing, “Let’s see those cocks, Caballeros.”

     Father Escondido translated and those gardener coveralls were off in a seconds.  Four men surrounded me forming a circle so tight their hips touched.  It took coordination to masturbate two men while orally servicing the other two.  Michelle did the same for her four.

      “Shit, this is hot,” I shouted to Michelle realizing I was sexually aroused to the edge of orgasm and no one including me was touching my sex.  It was the warmth, closeness and the feeling of all that manhood that was getting me off.  Those guys worked in the sunshine and the smell of man sweat filled the air.  I came when they started mauling my breasts.  There was another puddle of my pee on the marble floor. 

      I worked my way around four uncircumcised penises reveling in the stench of sweat and urine.  It had become my aphrodisiac.

      “Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me,” I yelled rolling onto my back, spreading my legs and parting my labia like some out of control nymphomaniac.  It was the first time in my life I experienced a sexual frenzy.  I absolutely had to have them inside my body.  It was a hunger that had to be satisfied.   Luckily, there were the necessary resources to satiate me.

     One of the brothers took position, slapped his penis hard against my clitoris a couple of times then speared me.  It felt so good I screamed for him to fuck me harder as I ground my clitoris against his hairy groin.

     “She must have been in hundreds of DVDs,” said one of the men as he attacked my nipple with his mouth; his two day beard scraped across my breast sending me over the top.

     “I recognize her.  She was in the film about the girls who give pussy to the truckers,” said Simon.

     “Yes, that was her,” said Escobar.  “She loves cock and pussy both.  They are both famous.”

     Regardless of misconceptions, the crew had seen enough American porn to take me to the next level.  After a dozen hard thrusts that gave this soccer mom a new appreciation of what a hard cock can do, he rolled us over and I found myself on top squirming to get all of him deep inside me. 

     Two callused hands separated my buttocks.  I heard and felt sputum landing on my sphincter.  I looked back to see one of the men smearing it over my anus with his manhood.  I reached back with one hand to separate my buttocks signaling my welcome of his intent.  An instant later and for the second time in that day, there were two penises inside me and one of them was not a seventy year old dentist but a muscular gardener.

      Once they were both inside me, I closed my eyes to savor the moment.  My senses were on fire.  I could feel their presence separated by a thin membrane.  I slipped my hand down to my sex and rubbed my clitoris creating an orgasm so powerful I almost blacked out.  Michelle, who happened to be watching, said my eyes rolled up in my head and only the whites were visible.

     It turned out they learned another trick from watching American porn.  A pair of hands gripped my head.  Thumbs forced my jaw to open and a blunt male penis pushed its way into my mouth, not stopping until it reached my throat opening.  “Deep throat, Puta,” muttered the man before forcing a couple of inches down my gullet. 

      My tongue worked the underside of his penis as I flexed my Pilates trained abdomen to suck my belly button toward my spine contracting my love tunnels around the two penetrating columns of male flesh.  A torrent of gutter Spanish poured from their mouth in appreciation.

      They rotated with the precision of a volleyball team.  Michelle got the same treatment.  Guys moved between us to sample the favors of both porn stars.  Father Escondido and sons joined in.  I’m not sure all eleven of them were inside me but I’d swear nine of them.

      They insisted on a porn finish directed by Father Escondido.  Michelle and I were sitting on our heels with our faces to the fresco on the ceiling.  Our mouths were open with tongues extended.  Simon held our heads together as one by one they ejaculated on our faces.   It was hard to see with come in my eyes but Father Escondido used a digital camera to record the ending.  Maybe he intended to put the images in the Sunday bulletin.  He circled around taking images as the semen mask became thicker.

      Later, Michelle told me it was called, “Bukkake,” and was Japanese in origin.  I suppose porn is global in nature.  My mouth was full and my face was covered when Father Escondido added his load as Simon filled the camera’s memory card.

      “Blow bubbles,” said Escobar who had an understanding of tricks you can perform with a mouth of ejaculate.  Father Escondido captured that image for his scrapbook.  One of the men was using a cell phone camera to transmit images to the wife at home.

      “Gargle,” said Escobar next.

      I have no idea why anyone would think gargling semen like it was mouthwash was erotic but I complied.

      “Now swallow it then open your mouth to show it is empty,” was our next instruction.

      It took a couple of gulps before I opened my mouth and tried to smile at the camera through a film of come.  Everything was bleary.

      “Now, kiss and lick clean each other’s face,” advised Escobar.

      “No one in Boston who knows us would believe this was us,” said Michelle as we embraced for a prolonged bout of tongue kissing and face licking.

      That brought up one concern I had.  Suppose someone back home recognized us.  It was a problem I had no solution so I shoved it to the back of my mind.

      Before they let us leave, a final round of souvenir images of each man redressed in his coveralls standing between Michelle and me had to be captured for posterity.  I will always wonder what the bishop or the Pope would think if he saw his priest dressed in his vestments standing between two smiling, naked women with semen matted in their hair.