Evening to Remember
Date: 12.10.2009
Keywords: Remember, to, Evening,
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What does your come in it mean to you?"
"I hope your aren't disappointed Jill. We, especially Roxanne, admire your pussy. Your clit is a gem. But cum inside that hole seems, how shall I say, 'utilitarian.'" He reached again for my anus and stirred his fingers around.
"You mean it makes babies?"
"Yes, for one thing." The spasms were coming, another cherry being forced toward the exit.
"Babies are a problem?"
"No, we love them. But sex is not centered in that delivery chute."
"Oh?"
"Reproduction, mating, yes. Nature's way. But not dark or primal eroticism."
This I hadn't ever thought before. "Nature's way" had always sounded like a compliment, a recommendation. "Explain."
"For us, the height of arousal is in transgression. Please don't be offended, but, in a way it's like spitting in the face of Nature. Coming into your anus. That's the attitude of the Marquis, you may know."
"You mean it's wasted, as you said earlier?" Roxanne reached for another cherry, rummaging a bit deeper. I shivered.
"Yes, it's partly that. That's how it must be. Consider how a wine taster spits out the wine. Why is that? "
"To savor it."
"And the next sip, too."
"Fucking can be fun. What's a reason to go against Nature?"
"Well, Jill, you're sounding a bit like a Catholic. You want to kowtow to 'natural law?" Henri was now jamming two fingers way inside, seeking that last cherry. He stirred his fingers, circling the inner walls, thrusting. I don't know if it was 'natural law' but Nature was shaking my insides; contractions moved along that passage. I felt the urge, like a wave.
"Why not?"
"Because it kills you." He seized the last cherry, by then sitting in my anus.
My face must have just gone blank. I thought of the cancer that had killed my grandfather. The gangrene that caused soldiers limbs to blacken. I was beginning to understand Henri, and, as I found later, De Sade. The horror of natural processes. Our tiny scrap of humanity able, in one tiny way, to flout them. Let 'precious seed' be deposited into a waste hole. With the excrement.
I didn't pursue these thoughts much further. Henri stroked my thighs and gently removed the instrument. He planted a kiss on my stretched anus and I don't know what force it was, but I rotated my hips up to deepen the contact. Obviously what I'd thought as 'natural' was not, for either of them, the most arousing, and as the tongue lightly probed me, I started to feel some of the lubricity they must have felt in their defiance of nature. Probably the brandy was what burned my ass a bit; the whole area felt warm, voluptuous. The contractions just happened and the tongue dove in. What was this urge? It did not just seem like the urge to shit; my body had been screaming voluptuously around the last of the cherries as I funneled them through.
Roxanne's fine ass was not neglected, for I was able to practice the insertions that Tessa had exposed me to, a few weeks back. Henri mostly watched but occasionally gave her a little kiss when she pursed her lips. I wanted to surprise her in a friendly way, so I just used my fingers on her clit and churned my hand into her ass.
"Roxanne," said Henri."To the heights?" She nodded. He went across the room to a drawer and produced a set of handcuffs. He fastened her hands behind her back. "So she won't hurt her hands," he said to me. "Keep up what you're doing."
"For the neighbors, cherie," he said, producing a gag from the same drawer. She accepted the ball.
A vase on a table nearby had a bunch of slender branches. I could see they were switches; they were a little smaller than a pencil in diameter; pliable, but with a certain stiffness. He took hold of two of them. Grasping her shoulder, he pulled it back, so her chest was presented. He flashed the switches toward her breasts and I heard a crack, then a muffled cry. A red stripe showed under one nipple and across the other. Now I could see the point. Her body twisted on my hand, and I shoved further into her ass.
After a few more blows, she was quite distracted, thrashing, eyes closed, and I ducked down to ravenously suck her clit. She pressed back but I felt her body twisting, tortured. Hearing her cries, I pulled at her labia and bit where the inner ones joined till she screamed—or tried to--, went rigid, then limp. Henri stopped and I could see the criss-cross of welts as he removed the gag and cuffs stroking her smooth body. My hand emerged covered in her slime up my wrist. Henri poured a little of the brandy on me, and all three of us licked it off. There were a few more sexual permutations before we called it a night. After kissing them both good bye, I walked back to the dorm in the wee hours, knees still wobbly, my anus still burning slightly as the last of Henri's discharge leaked down and out.
The affair progressed, and I learned more of de Sade, but something happened which cast things in a new light. Or I should say, it didn't happen. A couple weeks had passed since school began. At first I thought it was just the excitement of the first year, but when the end of September arrived, I was several days late. Visions of what had happened began to flood back into my mind. In bed at night, when I touched myself I could almost feel Tessa's tongue licking and probing, and it became clear that if I was pregnant that tongue was responsible. My Dad's Child. The phrase seemed so odd. Not quite real. Then one morning I vomited.
My feeling about Tessa became very mixed. Almost certainly her oral maneuvers had been the cause of my pregnancy, for Dad had ejaculated inside my ass. I'd known Tessa would lick it out, but hadn't expected she'd shove her tongue back into my pussy. Not that I didn't enjoy it. No, I didn't stop her and yes, I had come again. Had she been just 'carried away'? Did her group pressure her to impregnate me? If so, she must have agreed with the goal. Maybe their goal was to bring to life the fruit of transgression. Perhaps they had only pretended my actions would to let Dad off the hook for Lucie's blow job, but they had really meant to involve him more deeply, in another way. I had to confront Tessa.
A couple evenings later when she called. We'd been in touch since I first arrived and I wrote her a note telling of the success of my essay. I said the usual greetings and asked about her. She was fine. "Tessa there's something I've got to say." "Yes."
"I'm pregnant." There was silence and then she asked, in a neutral voice how I felt about that. "I'm not sure. But Tessa, you got me this way; I know it." I wanted to see if she would evade or excuse herself or maybe just hang up.
"I'm sorry if this surprises you," she said. "It might well have occurred anyway. There was fuck all around."
"Tessa, just tell me straight."
"Yes, I wanted it to happen."
"Why?"
"Well, it's the very simplest way to become one of us. I want that." I gasped. Yes I'd been fascinated, eager to learn of dark paganism from Tessa, but I hadn't thought I might be connected. The idea didn't repel me, but it simply had not occurred to me. I suppose I thought of the group as self- contained, and non-proselytizing. Now things began to make sense, however; Lucie had approached my father.
"You're doing what Lucie was doing, right?"
"Well, she is not a priestess. She did as suggested. You, however, interested me, and your pregnancy was my idea."
"Why?"
"It will connect you with the Dark. And if you carry through, you will be an acolyte to the Dark God. Even if you do not join us formally."
There was so much to think about. My anger was mostly gone, replaced by a strange curiosity; I felt a pull. And dread. Of course Tessa wasn't off the hook yet, since she hadn't consulted me, but I saw how serious she was, and began to think of the possibilities of my unlawful pregnancy. I'm not saying it suddenly became, for me, a 'growth opportunity,' or some such b.s. but I sensed, a little, where it might take me. To use Tessa's term, I glimpsed its 'transgressive' possibilities and realized that Henri hadn't referred to this possible use of the birth canal! Against Nature! We said our goodbye and gave our 'must talk soon' assurances and hung up.
A few days passed, and matters were still flying around my mind. I didn't understand my body. In my womb was my father's child, and my rear passage had become sensitive to the least thought of Henri. Tessa's knocked me up and Henri's invaded my guts, I thought. As for Tessa, I didn't feel anger at her any more, I just wondered where she would take me next. The phone rang at that particular time of night, and I was relieved she was taking the first step since our heavy discussion. "It's me," she said.
"Tessa, I'm glad you called. What's up?"
"I have to go to Vermont on an errand, and I was thinking of coming to see you."
"Great! When?"
"Later this week, probably Friday; I'll let you know."
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It's almost impossible to describe the feelings that went through me as I waited for her to turn up. I had not a secret area. My cunt had gloved her hand and my asshole had grasped at her darting tongue. My womb nurtured a seed she had planted. There she was. I saw her pull into the visitor's parking area, and get out of the car. Both of us were smiling broadly as we walked toward each other with arms extended. In her hug, I smelled the musk in her hair and felt the firmness of her breasts. We kissed, but only on the cheek. In my room she sat on the floor. "You look so happy, here." "I am." A dozen new things spilled out, about my classes, my new friends, Henri. She seemed eager to meet them; I could see she envied me a little, for I knew she had not been able to stop working and attend a university. I told her Henri wanted to mess with Mother Nature and just ravish my ass. Then she he made a remark I could just begin to understand. "The cunt has dark possibilities that the Marquis could not fully appreciate."
Of course she wanted to touch my belly, which didn't yet protrude at all and one thing led to another.
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Keywords: Remember, to, Evening,