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Any comments or suggestions for these chapters as well as future
chapters would be most appreciated!
The Koval Ackerman Club
Written by Repridus
*** Author's note:
This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual situations between
adults, teens, and preteens. There is no M/M or M/m sex 'cause I'm not
a fag and I hate good stories that end up with the guys going at it.
The girls on the other hand, well... Anyway, if you are 18 or younger
than stop reading this article and go elsewhere. Otherwise, he-he,
enjoy...
The Koval Ackerman Club
Chapter 1 - The Book of Jess
The rain picks up as you rush up to find a way inside the seemingly
condemned building. You were new to the area, although your husband
wasn't. It was his hometown, a hicktown really. Your closest neighbor
is a mile down the road. You told your husband you were to make a trek
down the road to meet the neighbor. So you had thought a walk down the
road was in order not only to situate yourself, but to also really get
to know the nuances of the bumpy dirt road (and possibly lose a few
bounds). However it only appeared to complicate things and ruin your
leather pocketbook.
You feel a sudden sense of urgency as you fumble along the outside of
the sad looking grey building. After tripping, you pick yourself up and
look at what you had tripped on. A rock. You laugh because you thought
you fell over a skull or gun or something. You look more widely at the
scene now and convince yourself that the whole situation of being lost
in a town foreign to you doesn't mean you're going to end up in a horror
film plot. You pleasure yourself after brushing the dirt of you as best
you can by looking at the trees hidden in the light mist off to the side
of the building.
After regaining your composure you continue your search for a way into
the building. A-ha! A bulkhead. You rush toward it and it opens
easily. You expect it to squeak loudly, but it doesn't. You cover your
face with your arms as you expect the thick cobwebs that build up in
bulkheads to engulf you, but there aren't any. In fact, there is a
light on inside the basement, swaying back in forth slowly.
It's a small basement, probably because of the age of the house.
There's these little shell shaped mushrooms growing all over the rocky
floor. There is a well worn path through the mushrooms to a staircase.
Also, there is a window at the far corner of one of the walls. You
glance out of it... still raining.
You climb up a flight of crickity old stairs to a red door. You push
and pull until it comes loose.
"Who are you?" asks a very started man wearing a bathrobe holding a
tube of K-Y jelly.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I was out in the rain and I thought this was an
empty house so I could stay dry and...," you ramble.
"Alright, alright...", the man says briskly.
A woman walks in completely nude.
"Tom? Oh, Tom, did you find them they're just under the... Mmmmm,
who's the redhead?"
"I dunno, she just walked in," Tom says with a sense of appeal, "and I
think she won't want to leave until we give her 'The Tour.'"
"A tour, this house isn't really much to look at, umm...," you look
over to the woman, "Why aren't you wearing anything?"
"Well, this isn't your house is it? I always walk around in the buff,
don't I Tom?"
"Well, I wouldn't know. I'm not your husband, am I Sheryl?"
You don't know what's going on and being slightly frightened you turn
away when Tom grabs you and says, "You aren't leaving until you have
'The Tour.'"
You are suddenly blindfolded from behind and pushed into another room.
You struggle as best you can but your 5'8" frame is being easily
overpowered.
Chapter 2 - The Games Begin
You are unblindfolded and very naked. You don't know for how long
you've been strapped to the chair, but the fact that your butt's asleep
makes it apparent you've been kept in place long enough for the storm to
have passed. But you're not going home anytime soon.
A rather attractive, tall woman with dirty blond hair cut level with
her ears steps out of a crowd of naked people in front of you. A
remarkably large crowd of people in such a small room. The woman, also
naked, is holding a piece of paper and seems like she is about to
address you and make a speech but keeps turning around, jabbing her
finger into the document as if something hadn't been completely worked
out yet. A much shorter woman with long brown hair past ass and
ridiculously huge breasts seems to be arguing some important point.
Finally the blonde faces you, sighing as if she hadn't had her way and
begins:
"Miss Jess, the leaders of this association cannot allow the knowledge
of this place beyond its respective members. So, unless you feel the
need to deny membership... we will have to... kill you. I'm sorry,
but I wanted you to just be let go with an apology, but this is what has
been decided. So, what is your will"
You, obviously choose life over death, so you say you want to be a
member.
"Very well then, Miss Jess. You are accepted. If it weren't for your
looks, we probably wouldn't have given you the option of membership.
Anyway, we're glad to have you on board."
"What is this association exactly? Although I have some idea..."
"We conduct and participate in broadening the sexual horizons of
couples by setting up enormous orgies... for a fee. Not for the
members, of course, but for the couples. This is why we have to keep
our whereabouts under wraps. The couples become members, some are here
today even. You will be paid a sum based on how many people you sleep
with or as to what activities you arrange yourself to be in."
"Uh, alright. I guess this isn't so bad after all," you say with
hesitation.
"Good, Miss Jess," says a tall man moving into the front of the crowd,
"then I suppose you wouldn't mind giving me a blow job in front of all
these wonderful people."
You straighten up in your bindings and start saying, "Oh please, I
don't," when the man signals for your silence.
"Remember what you agreed to, there is a second option," he says.
You agree to give him a blow job and he unties you without making any
eye contact. You eye his package and are amazed by the size of his
penis. Your husband's is large, measuring at around 7 or 8 inches. But
you are astounded. He points the floor. You slide off the chair and
kneel on the carpeted floor. You already feel the roughness of the
carpet violently dig into your knees. His penis is about level with the
top of your head, so he orders the onlookers for some pillows. You
breathe a sigh of relief. Now your knees won't get rug burn. But the
man lays down on the floor with the pillows stuffed behind his head.
"Miss Jess, I would like to make a slight change in my request," he
says loosely, waving his hand about like a pompous king.
"Miss Jess, not only will you DEEP throat me, but you will ride me
facing away from me so that I will cum 8 times."
You drop your jaw at this ludicrous request. Contrary, the crowd
applauds the man's request and they cheer him on. You still don't even
know his name.
"Please sir I beg you, please," you beg (ironically already on your
knees.)
"Say no more, I understand... You still want to die. Okay, grab her
and..." the man says, sitting up and turning red in rage.
"No, please, I just... I'll do whatever you say."
"This is the last time you will talk back to me. We are not masochists
here and we do not spank. We punish through pleasure. Bring me to
orgasm 12 times and I just might forgive you," the man says with a
deepening grin on his face.
You almost retort that a man cannot cum that many times in one session,
but you keep quiet. You slide over to where he has just laid down
again. You begin to lick the head of his dick when he grabs your head
and forces it down upon him. You take in more than you can manage and
you begin to gag as you feel his dick curl down into your throat. You
try to relax as best you can and begin to lift your head up. Again his
hand comes crashing down on your head, forcing yourself upon him. He
instructs you to lick his sac. You do just that and he cums in you.
You find yourself trying to swallow something that isn't there since he
came right down your throat. The crowd, having cheered every moment
along the way, is now in an absolute uproar.
Hmmm, you think. This guy doesn't last long. You throw your leg over
him and straddle him, remembering to face away. You sit on his dong and
find it slips in easily. You find that all this excitement denied you
the chance to realize how truly wet you'd become.
You start grinding your hips on top of him and find he is cumming
inside you already. So you immediately begin bouncing rapidly on top of
him, looking behind you and seeing that he is in a state of ecstasy.
His cum is just leaking out of you now. A girl, maybe 11 or 12, comes
rushing out of the yelling crowd and starts lapping up the cum. You
begin grinding your hips again, this time reclining onto his chest so
the girl can have easier access to the man's sticky groin.
"Oh, what a good little daughter you are. Where's your aunt? Tanya?!"
A very thin woman with pulled back black hair and breasts that jut out
like cones emerges energetically from the crowd. She isn't very
shapely, but you find yourself strangely attracted to her. Her tells
you to turn around while she sits on the man's face. She begins kissing
you once you have rotated on the man's dick. The girl behind you is
licking your asshole ferviously, her tongue darting in at times. The
woman in front of you sucks your breasts leaving large splotches of
saliva on and around your aureoles. The man, who comes now for what
could now be the 8th or 9th time easily, seems to be more engaged with
the woman he is pleasuring with his tongue. Speaking of tongues, the
one at your ass is replaced by a penis. You turn around and see that it
is Tom, still wearing that damned robe. He gives you a mock salute and
works his dick into your butthole. He eases it in about half way with
is hand steadying it, then just pushes in. You cum so hard that the
shaking you create from it forces Tom and the man you're fucking to cum.
Tom is now fucking your ass, slowly, but with dire persistence and
strength as he braces himself by grabbing your hips. His cumming
earlier helped lube your ass up just enough that he could steadily pump
you. The man beneath you starts to buck and push up against you. The
girl is gone, but the woman isn't. She Frenches you and massages your
breasts and flicks your nipples with her nails.
The blonde woman yells to the participants in the foursome to stop,
now that the 12th cum had occurred, apparently she had been counting.
You feel so worn out and it is obvious to the members too, so you are
escorted to bed by the blonde who on the way tells you to bend over.
She then proceeds to lick your ass and cunt, cleaning the cum out.
"Wouldn't want to put you to bed without a bath"
End of Part One
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