Message-ID: <1725eli$9706271224@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Goldwin Basard" Subject: Story: The Koval Ackerman Club Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: 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 +++ --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /