Message-ID: <8199eli$9802071637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mama was always on her knees Subject: Bound for Glory by Phil Phantom (3/6) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34DBB573.4097@hotmail.com> The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, stand, move away from the console, and unplug the computer. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Bound for Glory" (Part three of six) John said, "There will be time enough for cock sucking after you finish your stories. Now, Angela, you were telling how she looked turned on." "Yes, I pulled her ass to the forward edge of the pew and pushed her legs back. Her boys took them from me and yawned her wide. I peeled back her lips and gave everyone a good long look inside. Without being invited, both boys toyed with and fingered her pussy. They were doing such a good job, I let them work her over. I sat back and watched along with everyone else. Those boys made her cum in under a minute. Right before she came, she took her hands from her face and watched them playing with her pussy. I think that triggered her orgasm. Her hands went to her tits and she squeezed them hard, forcing out more blood as she came. After the climax passed, she rolled her bleeding nipples in her fingers and gazed on her pussy, watching her boys spread her wetness all over her inner thighs and crotch, mixing vaginal wetness with the blood that ran down from her tits. "Inspired by my earlier performance, the older boy brought a wet hand to her mouth and pressed it to her lips. Her tongue pushed through the fingers and was soon licking the hand as he turned and spread the fingers for her. The other boy was ready with another wet hand, and she licked it, allowing him to put his fingers in her mouth. Her own fingers stole down to her crotch and she began rubbing her clit. When the next hand arrived, she said, 'Wipe it on my tits.' "He did, and she pulled her tit to her mouth and licked off all of her bloody cunt juice. Both boys brought more, coating both tits, while she frigged herself and sucked her injured titties. They wrote the filthiest words they knew all over her face and body, using her own blood as ink. I asked the boys if they wanted to fuck their mother, and they both nodded eagerly. Angela didn't say a word as each boy stripped naked. Brad went first. She guided his cock into her hole. She continued frigging her cunt while he fucked her. He filled her pussy with his cum, then the little one took over and added his cum. "During the fucking, my father drew me aside and said, 'Catherine, every man in the congregation would be eternally grateful to you if you made us fuck Angela Peabody.' I took father's cock out and led him over to Angela as the young boy moved away. I guided father's big cock to her cunt hole and he did the rest. Not everyone got to fuck her, but I guided twenty cocks into her hole before the service ended. She sat in a pool of sperm, gallons of sperm, and she had to be carried out as well. Now can I have some cock? Please?" "All in good time, Catherine. How long did this charade go on?" "For eight Sundays." "That last Sunday must have been something. It got you kicked out. What happened?" "I made everybody get naked, then I paired up sons with mothers, fathers with daughters. I made guys screw other men's wives, and I made the women suck each other's pussies. What got me in trouble was bringing the dog in and making a little girl let him fuck her. She was only twelve, and they had to hold the mother and the girl. When the dog pulled out, I whipped her pussy with a bull whip. Two men held her up-side-down by the ankles, like making a wish. I was so turned on after watching that dog fuck her, I almost killed the kid. I whipped her pussy to a bloody pulp. Afterwards, the mother threatened to go to the police. They had to get me out of there. That's the real reason they sent me away, for my own protection. "Catherine, you are a gifted liar, but a fine story teller. Now, I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or so help me, I will flay the skin off your cute cunt with a bull whip." Catherine gulped and turned white. "I can tell when you are lying, so don't even try. Now, we will begin again. Have you ever, before today, seen a man's hard cock?" Catherine quietly said, "No." "Have you ever seen a woman's naked cunt?" "I...Uh...No?" "Have you ever seen anyone fuck?" "No, but I've heard people fucking." "Have you ever touched anyone's genitals, or has anyone ever touched yours in the last ten years?" "Well...I sucked on a baby's dick." "I'm impressed. Now, then, where did you get this information for your stories?" "My Uncle Jeremy has a collection of dirty books hidden in his cellar. I've been sneaking them out and reading them for years." "It shows. Catherine, I won't punish you for your stories. Creative lying is a gift. I think the gift should be rewarded and encouraged, but between you and me, there must be absolute truth when I ask for the truth. If it happens again, you will be severely punished. Right now, you're going to get fucked. You will find out for yourself why reading about the act and doing the act differ greatly. You must decide which is better, but I am sure you'll agree they are not the same. I'm afraid you're going to be sorely disappointed by the volume of sperm you get. Two tablespoons would be impressive. You should know that females don't cum like men do." "Thank God; I thought my pussy was defective. Nothing ever pours out, I just get really wet and gooey." "Will one of you gentlemen sit in my place and hold her left leg. Judge, will you do likewise with the other?" Blake took John's place. John got on his knees before Catherine and angled his hard cock to her open vagina. Sweat beaded on Catherine's brow as she watched the purple head moving closer to her hole. The contact made her flinch. "Having second thoughts?" "No. I want to get fucked, but I am a little scared. You're so big. Will it hurt?" "Yes, but the pleasure that follows should compensate." He shoved, and the head plowed her lips open, sinking in past her cuntal ring. Catherine grimaced and drew in a sharp breath. "That wasn't the pain. Try to relax." He pushed gently, and slowly gained two more inches of entry. She grimaced tighter, gritting her teeth. He gained another inch and felt the resistance of her hymen. "Are you ready? This will hurt, but it won't hurt for long." Catherine looked apprehensive, staring at her pussy and at the lips stretched paper thin around his thick shaft. She nodded and he slapped her face hard. Catherine, looked stunned and brought a hand to her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why did you slap me?" "Look." Catherine looked to her vagina and saw that all but two inches of his cock was inside. "Your cherry is broken, Catherine. Except for the slap, you didn't feel a thing, did you." "No. Is that why you slapped me?" "That's why." "Oh, Reverend. I'm so stuffed. Fuck me. Put more in. Put it all in. Fuck my pussy." "Reverend John Cunnylicker, at your service." John began easing more cock inside as he built a steady humping rhythm. Catherine stared at her cunt, watching her small pudenda gobble up the big dick. She experienced more pain, but the pain was bearable and even enjoyable as the fullness and stuffed feeling increased. Before long, their pubic hairs merged. After ten minutes, his pubic mat flattened hers and she begged to be fucked harder and harder. The men watched with throbbing erections in hand, eager to sample the lusty teen's delightful young cunny. The judge lost control and shot a thick rope of cum in Catherine's face, then peppered her titties with the rest. Catherine gathered the sperm on her fingers and licked her fingers clean, delighted at her first taste of sperm. Catherine was deliriously thrilled at the prospect of taking more cock after John finished. She rubbed her clitty and cried, "Fuck a baby in my pussy, Reverend. I want your baby. After you cum, make them wait a while. I'll suck them all off and let them cum in my mouth. I'm dying to suck real cocks and swallow sperm. I can swallow a cucumber whole. I've been practicing. I want your sperm to have the best chance. I want to be able to tell my mother that you raped me all the way to California, and now I am pregnant with your baby. She'll simply die, and it will all be her fault. You don't care if I tell her that, do you?" " "No, but you'll make the call from some place other than Glory. She gave you to me until you reach California. That won't be for many more months. We change trains for New Orleans in Pittsburg." "Oh yes, I love it. Raped and abducted. Can we call her from Pittsburg. I am dying to tell her what you did to me. We can call her from every place we stop." "Why not call her from hotel rooms so we can talk to her while I'm screwing you." "Oh fuck, yes! Oh, John, we must. You must talk filthy to her and describe what you're doing to me. Oh fuck, my pussy. I'm cuminggggggggggggg! Ah! Ahhhhhhh! Oh fucking god damn mother fucker, Christ. Fuck my cunt you mother fucking preacher. Knock me up, you bastard! Ahhhh! Yessss! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking, god damn mother fucking cunt ass dick sucking whore, yessss!" The men were stunned by the violence of her climax. Her filthy invectives poured out as sperm (at least a tablespoon full) squirted from the edges of her tightly sealed vagina. John was no less shocked. He slowly extracted his spent rod from her quivering cunt. Catherine's head lolled on her shoulders, then fell forward, chin resting on her chest. Slowly, her eyes lifted, then her head lifted. She looked up at John's smug grin and smiled, "I like fucking better than reading about fucking." "I thought you might." "John, calling my mother is the best idea ever, especially if you will talk filthy to her and tell her what you are doing to me. If you'll do that, I'll be your willing sex slave." "You have a deal, kid. To make this interesting, lets make a wager. I'll wager one-thousand dollars against one-thousand you will earn for yourself whoring your pussy, that I can get your mother to get off on the calls. This might take time, maybe two or three calls. Let's say two weeks is the limit and make this a real challenge. If you mother doesn't start encouraging me, no...if your mother doesn't openly masturbate while we both talk to her, I'll put one-thousand dollars in a bank account in your name." "I love that wager, just because I know you'll be calling her often, but you'll lose. I don't want your money, Reverend. I don't want to get anything. I just want to be used. When you're through using me, just cast me off, naked and pregnant, destitute. I want that." "All right, but I like to wager, so we'll change the stakes. I want you to have a vested interest in winning, or you'll never be convincing on the phone. If we're both trying to turn her on, she won't buy the abduction bullshit. Here's the deal. If I win, you remain my whore for life, only I'll sell you to white slavers who will take you to the middle east. You won't like that, trust me." "Your right, I'd hate it. That would be awful." "You wouldn't live long, but that's the merciful part. If I win, I'll sell you. You'll bring me about ten grand. I'd hate to do that to you, kid, but I'm a businessman. I am also an honest betting man. If I lose, I will cast you off, just like you want- -eight months pregnant, buck assed naked, penniless and destitute within driving distance of home. I'll even call them and tell them where you are. That's the deal. Do you still want to take it? Before you answer, let me say this. I wouldn't sell you otherwise. I might hang on to you for a few years, and get my ten grand that way, by pimping your ass, but I won't be making any calls to mommy if I do that. The stakes are high. You think hard. Once we shake on the terms, the bet stands firm." Catherine believed him and seriously pondered the wager. The stakes were high, she reasoned, but he didn't know her mother. The woman had no sexual urges. How she ever conceived a child was a mystery--immaculate conception, no doubt. On the other hand, the reverend knew his business when it came to matters of sex, and obviously knew women of all types, and he did meet her mother. Being sold to slavers and taken to a foreign land was one fantasy she loved for other girls and women, but she never saw herself as the victim. She had read many stories on that theme, and all ended in gruesome deaths for the captive maidens after horrendous sexual servitude. Catherine sweated her decision, but the prospect of no calls finally swayed her to accept. They agreed on terms, and those were that her mother had to masturbate without being told to do so. She had to freely admit she was masturbating, and she had to suggest, offer without prompting, that the reverend do something sexual to Catherine. When the reverend offered up that additional condition, Catherine relaxed. Her mother might possibly fall under his spell, get turned on, and lose control, but she would never, under any circumstances, suggest he do anything sexual to her. To further add peace of mind, he said, "In addition, she has to tell you to do something sexual to me--not ask, tell, order you." Catherine stuck out her hand, saying, "You have a bet, mister." They shook and sealed their wager. Catherine then said, "Now, I want to suck some cock. Who wants to be first?" Blake Edwards said, "Hold on, now. I'm all for this wager, but if you make that call, her mother will go to the feds. Kidnapping is now a federal offense. They can find out who was in this compartment." John said, "Don't worry. She won't call the feds or any police agency. She won't want anyone to know after I tell her what we did to her little Christian lady. No, she'll want to call on the powers of God to rescue her girl. God won't tell." Catherine offered, "He's absolutely right about that. She won't want anybody to know, not even father." The Judge said, "Perhaps you're right, but telephones have ears at both ends. Switchboard operators are notorious for eaves dropping." John said, "True, and I hope they do. They'll get an earful, but as you well know, operators who eaves drop and tell get fired." Catherine offered, "If we call Mother on Sunday night, there's little chance our local operator can listen in. Only one girl works Sunday night, and she's so busy she couldn't possible stop to listen in. Mother knows that, so she won't be too concerned with eaves droppers." Blake said, "And when you don't show up in Glory, what then?" "I'm with a reverend doing missionary work in Asia. She'll think of something, trust me." "I wish we could," said the judge. John said, "Suit yourselves, gentlemen. We're going to make the calls. Now, you can watch me enjoy her all the way to Pittsburg and twiddle your thumbs, or you can get your dicks sucked and fucked all the way to Pittsburg. If a man isn't willing to take risks for pussy like this, he doesn't deserve pussy like this." Harvey stood and said, "Fuck it! I've seen this bitch fuck, and she's worth doing hard time." He stepped up and offered her his cock. Catherine smiled and took his dick in her hands, reverently rubbing the head on her face while cooing pleasantly. She planted kisses all over his cock and balls, then slipped her soft lips over the head and sucked him down her throat in one long, slow, gag-suppressed motion. Her cheeks hollowed under the intense suction as her swallowing throat muscles milked his cock. Harvey's knees buckled and he sank to kneel on the seat's edge as Catherine followed, pulling her mouth tightly to his groin with her hands clutching his ass." Marve said, "I'm next." The judge said, "Count me in." Blake said, "Maybe we'll all share a cell. I guess I'm last." Catherine did get her fill of cock on the twenty-hour trip to Pittsburg. In that time, she took twelve loads of cum into her gullet, eight loads up her ass, and twenty-one in her virgin pussy. She had to be helped from the train, wrapped in a blanket. They spent two days in a fine hotel, recovering, but enjoying several sessions of soft, easy sex while living on room service. Catherine stayed naked the entire time, even as bus boys, bell hops, and maids came and went. Catherine enjoyed being seen naked by the help. John took a great risk to give her that pleasure, but John liked taking risks as long as they were hedged. He won over key management people with the aid of Catherine's talented mouth, and his generous tips kept the mouths of staff people closed. The entire male contingent of the large hotel found an excuse to come to room 1456 at one time or another. Catherine showed her pussy shamelessly. She and John played the role of husband and wife, though few bought the obvious charade. Even wearing four-inch heels and heavy makeup, Catherine looked fifteen, at best. The staff, however, elected to see them as they'd signed in--Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Honeycut--and Mrs. Honeycut quickly became very popular with the staff. The first phone call was set for Sunday night, the second day in the hotel. John sat with Catherine in his lap, his cock buried in her cunt, her hand buried in her crotch. They could both listen and use the phone. They waited until nine. Catherine's father retired early and her mother stayed up until ten, reading scripture, or so Catherine and her father thought. Catherine's bedtime was nine. Between nine and ten was Annabelle's quiet time, time for herself, and Catherine had strict orders never to violate that sacred time. Her father never woke up in the night; so, once he went to bed, Annabelle had the house to herself. The phone ringing in her quiet time rattled Annabelle's nerves, and she answered angrily, "Who is calling at this hour?" "The Reverend John Cunnylicker at your service, Madam." "What? Where are you? What's wrong? Is Catherine all right?" "No, Catherine is not all right. I had to blister her ass with my belt for not fucking back hard enough." "How dare you? I'll have you arrested. Where is my daughter? Let me speak to her." "Here, speak." "Mother! Oh Mother, he's awful. He raped me, Mommy. They all raped me." "Oh my God! Oh my God, NO! Catherine, my baby. Where are you?" "I don't know, Mommy. I'm blindfolded and tied to a bed somewhere. Mommy, I'm naked." "Oh, Lord Jesus! Catherine are you hurt, baby?" "Well, sort of. He beats me with a belt if I don't do what he says, but that's not the worst. I'm sore, so sore, but I can't say where." "I know baby. Oh precious. It's all my fault. I knew he was no good, I just knew it. Why didn't I listen to the Holy Spirit trying to warn me. There was no time. The train was moving. I panicked. Can you ever forgive me, Catherine?" "I forgive you, but what are we going to do? He's going to keep me and...and...I can't say it." "Catherine, listen. You say what you have to say. The Lord will understand, and I certainly do. Now, what are his plans?" "I can't say those words, not to you, Mother." "Baby, please. I have to know. Say any words you want. I don't care what they are, but I must know." "Well...okay...he, he says he is going to sell my, my...pussy." "Oh Lord Jesus." The phone went silent for several seconds, then Annabelle said, "Catherine, pray. Pray like Mommy taught you. Jesus will not abandon you. Baby, can you put him back on the phone?" "Reverend John Cunny..." "Stop right there, you son of a bitch! You let my daughter go right now. Do you hear me? Let her go in the name of God, or so help me..." "Now, you stop right there. I'll let her go when I'm good and ready. I don't fear your god, bitch. I serve the devil, and I've got your little Christian bitch tied spread-eagled, buck assed naked on my bed with my sperm pouring out of her tight, juicy, ex-virgin cunt. I call the shots now, not you, and not your god." Annabelle's tone tempered considerably. She was almost in her normal speaking voice with just a slight edge to it, "What do you want, money? We have no money." "I don't need your money. Your daughter's pussy is a gold mine, and I plan to mine that pussy until the gold runs out." John waited out a long silence, then heard, "You'll never get away with this. Kidnapping is a federal offense. They kill kidnappers. You'll fry in the electric chair, then fry in Hell." "I love living dangerously; besides, you're not going to tell anyone. I know you, Annabelle. I know you much better than you think. By the way, taking that tumble to show me your fine spread was a nice touch. Letting your legs fall open while you were up-ended looked accidental. I'm sure everyone bought it. I've thought about your silky-soft, creamy inner thighs every time I fucked Catherine. Sometimes I pretend her cunt is yours. >From the glimpse I got of your wet cunt through your thin panties, I'd say your pussies are very much alike. You both have juicy twats. You keep yours nice and trim. I like that." "That was an accident. I had no intention of showing you any part of me, much less that part. You have Catherine. Why are you talking to me?" "Because I thought it would be fun to talk to you while I fuck your daughter." "You sick bastard. I'll hang up." "If you do, you'll never see her again. There will be no more calls. Humor me and I'll eventually tire of her. One day, I'll let her go home. She'll be pregnant. Maybe you don't want her back pregnant. If you don't want her back pregnant, just hang up." "I want her back. Okay, I'll talk. I'll humor you if you swear you'll release her afterward." "I will release her when I tire of her." "Swear to it." "What good will my oath be. I lie just for the fun of lying. Truth is, she's no good to me when she can't fuck for money. When her belly gets big, I'll just dump her off somewhere and find another. If you humor me, I'll dump her off alive. If you don't, I'll dump her body." "I'll humor you. What is it you want from me?" "I don't want anything from you, just your company. I'm putting my cock at Catherine's pussy hole. She's making a face. [Catherine frigged her clit excitedly.] I think her pussy is still sore. Those other four men worked her cunt over pretty good--her asshole and mouth too. Your little girl sucks a mean cock. Do you know your daughter can take an eleven-inch cock down her throat and lick the balls. It's fucking impressive, Annabelle. I sure wish you could have seen her in action. She would have made you proud." "You're lying. No woman could do that." Catherine cried out in a subdued voice with her head turned away from the mouth piece, "Please, don't tell my mother about that, please! Tell her you were teasing, and I'll do it the way you like." "Did you catch that, Annabelle?" "Yes, I caught it. You've corrupted her. You are putting that child through hell, can't you see what you're doing?" "I see fine, Annabelle. Oh, yeah, that feels good, Catherine. Damn, she's still tight. Amazing how much punishment these young pussies can take and still spring back. Have you ever been fucked by an eleven-inch cock, Annabelle?" "Don't do this. I beg you." "It wasn't mine, but Catherine has. Mine is nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. Inch number nine just went in." Catherine cried, "Ughhh...No...Stop...It hurts!" "Yep, she's sore all right." "Please, John, don't hurt her. If you must do this, be gentle." "I'll try, but she sure likes it when I pound her box hard. Not at first, but once her cunt gets nice and juicy. Does your cunt get nice and juicy real fast like hers does? Did she inherit your pussy, Annabelle?" "I wouldn't know." "You don't know if your own cunt gets juicy?" "I wouldn't know if she inherited my cu...vagina." "Oops, you almost said a dirty word, didn't you? Say, I'll bet you'd love to be able to talk nasty when we have our talks and still remain true to your faith. I have an idea. Oh, yeah, now she's liking it. Yeah, baby, you like John's cock now, don't you? I'm sorry, Annabelle. Catherine distracted me when she started fucking back. Where was I?" "You said you had an idea." "An idea about what?" "For allowing me to talk dirty and remain loyal to my Christian faith." "Oh, yes. We must preserve that. Here's my idea. I'll require you to use only the filthiest language, you know, to humor me. You must humor me if you want to save your daughter. Will that work, Annabelle?" "If you put it to me that way, the sin will be yours, not mine." "Good, consider it done. Hey, we can go one better. I'll bet you'd love to be able to speak freely of your most intimate secret thoughts, saying them out loud without fear of sinning. I have an idea on how we can arrange that as well. Are you interested?" "I'm listening." "You can't lie. That is part of your ten commandments, right?" "You know it is, so?" "So, I'll ask what you're thinking, dig into your fantasies, probe your past sins and secret desires. You'll have to answer to humor me, and your answers must be the truth. That will work, don't you think? Your sins have all been forgiven." "That's true. If I must humor you in that way, I suppose I can do that without incurring new sin." "Holding back information is as good as lying." "I am well aware of that, but I will offer nothing you didn't ask for." "Don't worry. I'll be general so your answers can be all- encompassing." "Are you telling me I must provide all pertinent and related information for my answer to be a full and truthful disclosure?" "Just a minute. Hey, slow down, kid. I'm trying to talk to your mother. We're in no hurry, just move easy. You're going to make me cum too fast. If you do that, I'll whip your cunt. Yeah, just do that. Lift and drop, lift and drop, nice and easy. Just be content to fuck yourself on the last six inches. Okay, Annabelle, where were we?" "You were going to order me to be all inclusive in my answers." "Right, consider it an order. Well, does that cover the bases? Can you be completely free and open without incurring any sin?" "Yes, I believe I can, now." "Great. This will be fun, Annabelle. You don't get to have much fun in this earthly life do you?" "No, but my reward will come. You can have your fun now, but you will pay dearly in the hereafter." "I'd rather have my fun now. You're a very lucky women." "This should be good for a laugh, but I don't feel like laughing." "No, think about it. As long as I have Catherine and continue these calls, you will be able to have the best of both worlds. You can have fun and be assured of your heavenly reward. I do want you to have fun, Annabelle. I must confess, I was quite smitten by your purity and beauty. You are a very sexy woman. The fact that you are such a good and faithful Christian makes you that much more desirable to a man like me." "I can well imagine. I will accept that compliment, Mr. Cunnylicker." "Sometimes, I wish I had abducted you. Sometimes, I wish it were your cunt I was fucking." 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