A Death in the Family    When I was in high school, my Daddy died while visiting our troops in Korea. I cried endlessly over my loss. Daddy was making a run for the Senate and thought a trip overseas would make him more accessible to the common man. As Governor Thorensen stated so emotionally, “It’s not only a great loss for family and friends; but, a great loss for state and nation.” I laugh that I actually embroidered that statement on a throw pillow a few days later. It’s probably lying around the house somewhere. Miss Carlisle, Momma’s secretary, moved into Momma’s room. And, at supper that evening, Momma and Miss Carlisle changed the course of all our lives.

Emma Hayden Elliot watched her daughter descending the stairs and gave a delicate sniff. Really, the girl took after her husband’s family. Honey Elliot was the ultimate All American Girl, with every attribute exaggerated. Honey was tall and gorgeous, with huge, firm, pendulous breasts, narrow hips, concave tummy, and perfect legs. Like all the women born into the Elliot family, Honey was a walking defiance of gravity. Emma didn’t despise Honey her looks. She despised Honey’s goodness. The only rebellious thing Honey did was allow her dark blonde hair to grow to her waist; and, even in that, Honey conformed, by twining her hair into different, sometimes quite complex, upsweeps in order not to stand apart from the crowd. Honey was dressed for dinner, in a long, straight black skirt, and a silver blouse with swooping sleeves and narrow wrists. Emma walked to the stairs, gratified to see the girl’s smile falter. Emma held a finger to her lips as Honey opened her mouth to question her. Emma looked up into her daughter’s eyes. “Spread your legs apart, dear,” Emma ordered in a very quiet voice.

Honey’s eyes grew wide as she looked down at her mother. Honey was still on the second step of the stairs, and she could feel her mother’s hot breath against her pelvis. Honey flushed and gasped, “Momma…”

She watched her mother flick open a small switchblade. In an almost hypnotic voice, her mother growled, “Shut the fuck up, Honey and spread your legs.” Her mother took her eyes away from Honey’s skirt and looked into Honey’s wide, scared eyes. “Just a little bit, Baby,” her mother laughed, “Just a little bit.” Her mother stopped laughing and glared at Honey. “Spread your god damned legs, Honey!” she yelled, a little bit of spittle running from her mouth. Quickly, Honey spread her legs as the little switchblade slashed through her skirt. Honey gasped, feeling the tears begin to form behind her eyes. Her mother cut her mourning clothes away from her body, leaving her standing in her black heels and her matching nude, gauzy panties and her nude, gauzy brassiere. “Well. Well. Well.” Emma said in an approving tone of voice, “I guess you do have a little bit of my blood rolling through your veins. I would never have suspected …” Emma was interrupted by the doorbell. Emma looked thoughtful for moment, weighing some decision. The doorbell rang again and Honey instinctively covered herself with her hands.

Emma smiled humorlessly at her daughter. “Wait for our guest in the library. Miss Carlisle will give you something to drink. I suggest you drink it.” Climbing to the third step in order to be eye to eye with her daughter, Emma touched her daughter’s face before giving her a light kiss on the lips. Emma caressed her daughter’s fat, jutting, whore’s cunt, feeling the girl stiffen. Laughing softly, Emma kissed her daughter lightly on the lips one last time. “This cunt was made for fucking, Honey,” the mother whispered in the daughter’s ear. “This cunt, and every cunt out there. We were made to fuck. Tonight, you will learn that fucking is fucking. Tonight, we will start your education on what it means to be a woman. Once you learn this, you will be more powerful then any man.”

Honey ran to the library, to unnerved to do anything else. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Miss Carlisle. Miss Carlisle’s inky hair hung in ringlets down to the middle of her back. A red halter and white shorts showed off the curves of her dusky body and white sandals with a three inch hell both showed off her pink toenails and brought her to petite frame to over five feet in height. Honey saw Miss Carlisle was just as shocked by her appearance. “Oh, Miss Carlisle,” Honey said, her voice quivering, “I believe Momma has … Ow!” Honey cried out, clutching her upper arm.

Lola Carlisle put the switch down and handed Honey a large mug of tea, brandy, brown sugar and pain killers. “First lesson, dear,” Lola lectured softly, “you will only speak when you are asked a questioned and an answer is demanded. Now, drink your tea.” When Honey hesitated, Lola brought the switch hurtling onto the edge of the bar, making the glasses and bottles jump. “Darling Honey. Drink the tea. I suspect the second lesson, following orders immediately and implicitly, is going to be your hardest lesson of all tonight.” Lola Carlisle walked slowly around her charge. “Drink the tea, Darling Honey. Your mother has an intense menu of carnality for you this evening.” Looking at the door, she said swiftly, “The tea is drugged. It will make this evening more bearable.”

The door opened to admit Pastor Roy Henry and his Wolfhound, Boss. Pastor Roy was tall, thin, black man who tended the black congregation in the neighboring town. He was followed by a gaggle of his female parishioners all loud and laughing, with lots makeup and pretty, colorful clothing. Honey began to gulp the drink as the conversations began turning towards her. She heard pastor Roy asking her mother if she wanted to stay for the show. Her mother declined, choosing the two shortest women to accompany her to her room. A tall, heavyset woman introduced herself to Honey as Jonelle, telling Honey the names of the other women, who were all stripping down into nothing, pairing off into couples, dancing naked in each other’s arms to the music Honey realized had begun to play. They were kissing and groping and biting one another, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Honey was dazed at the moisture between her legs. At Jonelle’s command, she began to take the big woman’s clothes off, paying very close attention as she unbuttoned her buttons. Laughingly, Jonelle pulled Honey onto the loveseat with her, yelling at Lola that she had given the girl too much. Honey’s eyes searched the room for Lola, spotting her bent over an ottoman with Pastor Roy slowly pushing his big, thick, black cock in and out of her ass. Honey gasped again, and Jonelle laughed some more, as she stood to shed her body of all clothing, her round, corpulent body glistening black.

Sitting on the loveseat, Jonelle pulled Honey toward her as was surprised that the rich white girl offered no resistance. Jonelle didn’t feel sorry for the child. Honey was rich, she was white, and the world was definitely her oyster. However, Jonelle did not begrudge the girl her birthright. One day, Honey Elliot would be a very powerful woman in these parts. It was up to Jonelle to make sure the child fondly remembered her black brethren. Jonelle was cradling the girl, stroking her hair. Gently, she unclasped the girl’s sheer bra, and smiled as the girl removed it herself. “Stand up, Honey.” Jonelle ordered in a soft voice, smiling as the girl immediately obeyed. Some of the sisters were beginning to come to orgasm, making the girl blush, and Boss hard. “Turn and face me, Honey,” Jonelle ordered. Honey spun on her heal, her eyes finding Jonelle’s. “Now, Honey, take off your panties.” The white girl slipped her panties and walked to the loveseat. Jonelle caught her breath by the determination in the girl’s eyes. White girl had discovered this thing called a libido and was going to get her fair share. Honey straddled the Jonelle’s face, her shins anchoring the woman’s shoulders to the loveseat before lowering herself to the Jonelle’s wide-open mouth. Jonelle welcomed her pussy with a kiss, breathing in her fresh scent. She licked, and bit, and sucked, and chewed on the girl, feeling the girl’s hips grinding against her mouth as she brought her to the peak of orgasm again and again and again but never letting her come. She felt the frustration level building in the girl. Jonelle called on Karla and Caridad to come help restrain the girl’s hands as she turned her around and became sucking on her asshole. She pulled the girl’s ass wide open and began sucking on her ass meat, separating her, and gnawing on her. Karla and Caridad worked the girl’s hands against their respective pussies, bringing themselves to orgasm while Jonelle ate and ate and ate.

Pastor Roy saw the girl was ready, and called Boss over to the ottoman where he had been stuffing himself into Lola’s ass for the last twenty minutes, bringing her to orgasm twice with the deft work of his fingers on her slit. Pulling her head up by her hair, Pastor Roy said, “Open your mouth, Lola.” Pastor Roy pinched her clit twice for a reward. “Boss! Fuck!” Pastor Roy said, allowing the dog leave his matt and relieve his hard on of twenty minutes. With no ado whatsoever, Boss lurched his penis down Lola’s throat and began pumping. Pastor Roy grabbed the diminutive Lola by the hips and began to viciously slam her hips against his body, his cock tearing into her deeper and deeper. Boss licked his master’s nipples twice on each side, signaling he was close. “Come with me, Boss. Come with me!” Pastor Roy yelled, giving Lola three more slams of his prick before shooting his seed all her ass and back. Boss was just a few strokes behind, spewing his semen all over the pretty Lola’s face, and hair and tits and mouth. Marvella and Claudia were there to help pump Boss, before lying him down and licking him clean. Pastor Roy saw the wide eyes and tormented body of the white girl and smiled. His wife, Jonelle, could put that big flapping mouth of hers to good use. He told Marvella and Claudia to help Lola to the rumpus room and he brought Boss over to his new mistress.

Jonelle had Karla and Caridad assume a sixty-nine position across the bearskin rug in front of the fire. Gently, she lead the throbbing honey to the rub, having her sit with her back against the girls, before lying down, which thrust her hips high in the air and made them writhe with the movement of the body’s below her. Karla and Caridad devoted their undivided attention to each other pussies, racing to see who could bring the other one to orgasm first. Jonelle stood behind her husband as he made the introductions. “Honey Elliott, this is your new servant. His name is Boss. He is named thusly, so you always remember, that while he is here to serve you, you must always serve him. Boss! Welcome!”

Honey felt a big, wet, soft but firm piece of sandpaper slide from her ass to her belly button. Her heart stopped. And then she felt it again. A moan escaped from her lips. She could not believe…anything. She couldn’t think. All she could do was writhe and moan. And then shockwaves went screaming through her body, igniting her clit and her nipples, making her pull at her hair and shout, and making her toes do a wild, stretching dance. Her body flooded with release while simultaneously began to build, begging for new release. The wet sandpaper never stopped it’s assault on her cunt, going faster and faster, trying to catch every drop of her sloppy, wet cunt. All she could feel was her pulse as she began to scream, her eyes blinded by a white light as another orgasm shook her body.

“Fuck me, Boss. Fuck me!” Honey screamed, and then screamed louder as what surely had to be a horse’s cock ripped her pussy wide open. Her legs and body went limp from the shock, tears leaked from her eyes. How could anything hurt like this? The thought was short-lived. Boss began to hump her body in rapid, machine-gun fire movements, his huge Wolfhound’s body pounding against her pussy faster and faster and smacking her clit with a fierceness that had her growling deep inside her throat. Her legs wrapped up and around his great doggy shoulders not wanting to miss a second of this pussy pounding. Her pussy was so full of this growling dog’s cock. A scream ripped from her throat as an orgasm swept through her body. Her body was stiff and jolting and Boss kept fucking her. Her whole body clenched around that dog. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Honey screamed. Her body was already stiffening with her next orgasm. Honey and Boss inadvertently rolled off Karla and Caridad as they continued their mad mating dance. Again and again screams tore through Honey’s throat as orgasms racked her body. “Come on, Boss! Fuck me!” Honey yelled hoarsely, her eyes widening as Boss’s humongous knot entered her with a brutal thrust and he began a more intimate beating of her pussy, his seed pulsing through her pussy, not a drop escaping. Thirty minutes of Boss’s doggie-style clit thump later, Honey lay spent as Boss began his final job as sloppy cunt cleaner, licking every drop of fluid and blood from Honey’s spent pussy and thighs, his tongue looping her again and again until her body writhed and shook from the electricity shooting through her body.

Pastor Roy and Jonelle Henry gazed at the sleeping form of latest whore for their stable. “She was born to the life,” Jonelle pronounced with finality. “Call that British fellow. Tell him we’ll take American dollars for this one.”

Pastor Roy idly played with the sleeping girl’s still erect nipples. “Why not keep her for a few months? I mean there’s a whole world of …”

“Roy, just call the Brit. Tell him to expect her and her canine companion.” At Pastor Roy’s protest, Jonelle raised a hand for silence. “Damn it, man. Stop being ignorant! Girl’s always pine for their first lover.” Jonelle sniffed, “Can’t says I blame her. That doggy fucks better than most.” Jonelle threw the bearskin rug over the girl, smiling as she curled up under the warmth. “Sleep well, child. You’ll be busy earning your place over the next few years.”

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