Message-ID: <8203eli$9802071638@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mama was always on her knees Subject: Bound for Glory by Phil Phantom (2/6) 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: <34DBB53F.22E8@hotmail.com> [Standard warning omitted for space. Not for minors or the easily shocked.] "Bound for Glory" (Part two of six) John resumed. "Catherine, move to the center, facing me, lift your dress and step out wide. Lift it high." Catherine stood tense, blushing shyly, unsure what her response should be to this outrageous order. No decent girl would follow it without protest. Finally, she said, "Reverend Cunnylicker, I don't think my mother would approve. I think it's bad enough that you made me remove my under garments. She'll be livid when she learns of this, I assure you." "Are you going to disobey me?" "Well...no...If you insist, I have no choice. I just want you and these fine gentlemen to know that she didn't have this in mind when she granted unlimited authority." Blake Edwards said, "Catherine, I am an attorney, and that man is a judge. Unlimited authority has no limits or restrictions. I'm sure the reverend has his reasons for issuing the order, and you are legally obligated to follow them or be punished as he sees fit. I'm afraid we must support the reverend. To do otherwise would place us in jeopardy. He could sue us for contractual infringement, obstruction of authority, corruption of legal guardianship. Those are serious offenses. I am sorry, dear, but for better or worse, this man as good as owns you. If his intentions are not honorable, there's not much anyone can do." John said, "I'll ask again, are you disobeying my order?" Catherine took a deep breath, moved into position, and lifted her dress, bunching the material up to the underside of her breasts. She stepped out with her right foot and stood feigning reluctance in offering the men her naked charms from mid-chest down. John said, "My intentions are not honorable, gentlemen, but that should be no concern of yours. You have my permission to examine the girl." Heads dipped and hands reached out to stroke Catherine's ass, thighs, and belly. After a few seconds, those hands began converging between her legs from front and rear. Her expression registered her sensory overload as a deep red blush. Fingers entered her two holes as she stood and grimaced. John simply sat back and watched her facial expressions go through the gamut from indignation and shock, to acceptance and pleasure. Catherine could not mask the growing arousal as fingers probed deep in her cunt to feel her hymen. Each man took a turn marveling at her tight, smooth, interior. The comments made her blush deepen, and the fingers made her heart race. John just smiled, thanking his great fortune. After a few more minutes, he said, "Remove the dress completely." "Reverend, please, not that!" "Would you like a taste of my belt?" Catherine removed the dress, and hands swarmed over her breasts. "Now, while these men get to know the physical you, I think we should explore the rest--your experience and background. Place your hand on this Bible and swear you'll tell the truth in response to my questions." Catherine placed her trembling hand on the offered Bible and swore she would tell the truth. John withdrew the good book and said, "Now, place your hands behind your head, and move your legs out wide. Give these men easy access to all you have to offer while you answer my questions." Catherine's blush deepened as she assumed the provocative stance. The men crowded her on their knees as the judge stood behind her, massaging her tits from behind while nuzzling her neck and shoulders. The flood of wicked sensations coming from between her legs was almost overwhelming. John said, "Tell us, have you ever touched your cunt for the purpose of self stimulation?" With an excited quiver in her voice, she said, "Yes." "As I thought. Have you ever seen a man's cock?" "Yes. My uncle Jeremy showed me his, and my father shows his when he relieves himself." "Do you stare at your father's cock while he's pissing?" "I suppose, when he's not looking." "Have you ever imagined your father's cock fucking your cunny?" Catherine reddened, gulped, then hung her head and said, "Well...yes, sometimes." "Have you ever showed your cunt to a man or boy to excite him?" She began warming to the personal questions and raised both her voice and her head to say, "Yes. I let my father see it, and I show Uncle Jeremy my cunny quite often. I show it to our preacher, as well." The first two statements were true, but exaggerations. Her father did catch a glimpse by accident, and her Uncle Jeremy (when left alone to babysit her) used to bathe her when she was little. The questions excited her, but she didn't want truthful answers to mark her as a naive inexperienced child. She added, "Actually, I've let countless people see my cunny, but those are the main ones." "Interesting. Now, when you showed these men your cunt, were you hoping they'd get excited enough to fuck you?" "I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far, but I wanted to see if seeing my cunt would excite them. Mostly, I just like to shock people, especially church people." "Do you like making cocks get hard, Catherine?" "Yes. Especially the preacher's cock. He tries hard not to get excited around me, but I excite him anyway. I show him my cunt every chance I get. I'd let the preacher fuck me, but he won't even try. That's why I'm on this train. He told my mother. Now I have to spend a year in Glory with a bunch of old biddies." "Have you ever played with another girl's cunt?" "Yes, my cousin Jennifer and my Aunt Harriet. Jenny and I frig off together." "Did you suck each other's cunts?" "Sure, me and Jenny do all the time. Aunt Harriet sort of does mine." "What is sort of, and why didn't you lick hers in return?" "We do it in the church, mostly. I sit in the back pew between her and Uncle Jeremy. He pushes my skirts and petticoats up. I don't wear panties to church. He pulls her head into my lap and rubs her face in my pussy. I open my legs as wide as I can so her face can get down in the crack where it's wet and gooey. Jeremy likes to mistreat her like that, especially in church." "Did you want to lick her cunt?" The questions, along with the maddening fingers, were having their intended effect. Catherine began offering information. She could see that her answers had a profound effect on her audience. Marve Porter and Harvey Greenglass had their cocks out and were jacking off, sometimes rubbing their cocks on her body. Having never seen a hard cock before, she was fascinated by them, pleasantly surprised that they grew so big. Both men had average cocks, but Marve had an unusually thick one with large veins. Harvey's cock had the biggest crown, like a helmeted soldier, the head being twice as thick as the shaft. After a long pause, John repeated, "I said, 'Did you want to lick her cunt?'" Catherine took a deep breath and said, "Yes, but Jeremy preferred that I just tease her by reaching under her dress and into her panties. She hates when I play with her pussy in church, but she knows better than to try and stop me." "Don't you worry about others seeing?" "Not really. Heads are always turning back, but it doesn't bother me. We're the only ones that sit in the very back. Only Preacher Thomas can see, but he only sees her head going into my lap. He knows what we're doing to Harriet; just about everyone in the congregation knows. My mother knows, that's why she won't look back. What she doesn't see can't embarrass her. See no evil is her motto. "The preacher and Jeremy are good friends, mostly because Jeremy lets him fuck Harriet. He lets anybody fuck her. Every hypocrite in that church has fucked her. My father fucked her. Sometimes, I place my feet wide apart on the seat of the pew, then lift up to show my pussy to the preacher while he's trying to preach his sermon. That always makes him stammer and sweat. He loses his place when I pull my cunt lips open. I have been caught doing that so many times, I can't count them. I like taking chances. My mother would die if she turned around." Judge Krammer took his long slender cock in his hand and slid the shaft between Catherine's legs from the rear. His long dick slid through her lips to poke out the front. Catherine looked in pain with the desire to reach down and feel the cock with her hands, but held steady. Blake Edwards got on his knees before her and toyed with her clit, leaning in for a lick or a nibble when the judge's cock retreated. Marve and Harvey amused themselves with her tits or just rubbed their cocks on her body. Catherine was as hot and ready as any woman/child could be. She only needed the word from John to freely offer her ripe young body for fucking. John was in no hurry. They had a long journey ahead, and the men knew not to put their cocks in any hole without his nod. There was much more to the intriguing lass, and John wanted to keep digging, building the sexual tension in the process. Her answers, he knew, would be much more interesting in her current state, though he knew she was creating them as she went. Her fantasies were in her stories, and could be very useful in the future. He had already resolved that her destiny did not lie in Glory. John asked the men to relax and sit down. Catherine looked frustrated, because she was nearing a climax when the hands and cock abandoned her. Cool air assaulted her sopping wet crotch and saliva-coated nipples like a dash of ice water. After a pause to let everyone get resettled, and to allow Catherine to cool, he resumed, saying, "I get the impression you are a rebellious child, not fond of church. I'm sure you must have given your mother more cause to send you away than exposing yourself to the preacher." "You're right on both counts. I am a very naughty girl, and I hate church. I drive my mother crazy. I love driving her crazy. I love shocking her and humiliating her before her church friends. The thing with the preacher was just the straw that broke the camel's back. I never thought they'd send me away. I guess they had to do something. I was pretty wild and getting wilder." "Such as?" "Well, for one, they couldn't keep clothes on me, but that was toward the end. Let me back up. To start with, she caught me showing my cunt to father. When I say showing my cunt, I don't consider standing naked in front of someone with my legs together as showing my cunt. My cunt is between my legs, and the part I want to show is the inside, not the outside. I want to show my pink parts, my cunt hole, my clit, and my inner lips. Who cares about seeing the top part of a hairy crack. I want them to see my fuck hole, to see where their cocks will go if I let them put it in. That's the most important part of a woman, and that is the part of me I want to show. To do that, I need to get my legs as wide apart as possible and pull my lips apart too. That way, they see it all; lips, clit, and the hole. That's what my mother caught me doing for father." "Did she catch you often?" "Oh yes, I'd only do it when she would catch me. My father doesn't care if she catches him looking. He told her that if I show it, he'll look, and the Bible be damned, he's only a flesh and blood man. She yells at me, but not him. I'm used to her yelling. She pitches a hissy, quotes scriptures, calls me every name in the book, but after it's all over, I do it again." "Wicked child. What else?" "Can we take a break? I want to fuck. I am so fucking horny." The men seconded that idea, but John told everyone to wait and slow down. John took his nine-inch cock out and began stroking it, saying, "You'll get all the cock you can stand, Catherine. You men keep your hands off her for the time being. Nobody's getting any pussy until I pop her cherry, and I'm not ready. Let the girl talk. Catherine, why don't you sit here beside me and show your cunt the way you like to." Catherine gladly accepted his offer and immediately took the seat between John and the judge. She laid her legs over their laps. She caught both walls with her bare feet, sitting in the splits, then pulled her lips wide, saying, "Look at my hole and think about shoving your cocks in there. Look how pink, wet, and juicy my pussy hole is, just itching to suck all the sperm from your balls. By the way, I want to get pregnant on this trip, so fill me up with sperm. I should be ripe." John reached over and fingered her hole for himself, saying, "I'll probably be the father of your baby since I'm going first, but get back to your story. You were telling us how you torment your mother." "Yes, I love doing that. What drives her the craziest is the things I do in church. Showing my cunt in church is the sin of sins, that's why I go all out in church. I don't always sit with Jeremy and Harriet. Sometimes, I float around. I love getting between a man and his wife. I'll step over and squeeze in if I have to. Of course, the first time I try anything, the service gets interrupted by an angry wife. There's yelling and pushing, and I get escorted out, which is exactly what I want. My mother doesn't want me in church, but my father does. "The church elders had a secret meeting to come up with a way of dealing with me. They decided that the best way was to totally ignore me and allow the Holy Spirit to come in and drive out the devil that made me do nasty things. They figured that if they could just keep me coming to church, and keep me in church, they could save my soul. They passed the word to every member that, no matter what, the members were not to react to anything I might do, or even look my way. They would pretend I wasn't there. They came down hard on the wives, telling them it was their Christian duty to endure the unendurable, that no one would look, and that their sacrifice in loss of modesty would put jewels in their crown when they got to heaven." "Why do I have a feeling your church leaders are all men." "Of course. Women have no place in running the church, not ours anyway. Well, when Jeremy passed that information to me, I thought, 'Oh boy. We'll see how long they can ignore me.' "The plan split the church. I'll tell you this, we found out who the hypocrites were. The elders are all hypocrites, and my father is head elder. Attendance dropped by one third after that meeting, and to half after that first service. I'd say the congregation stabilized at one-hundred, and it pretty much stayed that way. Their dirty little game plan cost them dearly. If you ask me, that's why I got booted out. One hundred members could not keep the church going. Good Christians would have no part in it. Few families brought young children. Everyone else was there to see a nasty sex show. "My mother was one that wanted to drop out, but my father would not allow that. She had to set the example, he told her. Father lectured her about how she, of all people, should be willing to make sacrifices to save my soul, and that other women would take their example from her. My mother is not a hypocrite, I'll give her that. "She was my first victim. She earned her jewels, a bucket of jewels. I tore her clothes off, every stitch, not fast, either. I ripped piece after piece, hoping she'd break down. She never did. She closed her eyes and prayed, even as I tore her panties from her hairy cunt." "Are you going to tell me nobody looked?" "Are you kidding, everybody looked. As you well know, my Mother is very pretty, and she has a great body. She is easily the most beautiful woman in the county, and every man wants her--the women, too, I'd imagine. They got up out of their seats and looked. They crowded around her front pew seat. I was kneeling on the floor, pushing her legs up and laying them out to give everyone a better look at her pussy. "People in the pew behind her held her ankles wide for me. I pulled her lips apart and showed her cunt hole, then went to work on her naked, wide open pussy. I rubbed that big old clitty and finger-fucked her hole with three fingers. Whatever she was praying didn't work. She climaxed and everybody knew it. She cried out, 'Oh, Lord Jesus,' while flailing her head. "I wasn't through, not by a long shot. I wanted everyone to see the woman's cum leaking from her pussy hole. I sat back and pulled those fleshy lips wide. The people filed by and peered into my mother's gaping cunt, seeing the juice pouring from her hole and running down her ass crack. Woman spunk puddled in the pew. She could hear the feet shuffling by and didn't dare open her eyes. I scooped up the mess and smeared it on her face and tits. I coated my fingers then slipped them past her lips. I frigged her to another climax while fingering her asshole. She came again, harder than the first time. "I spent that whole first Sunday on my mother. I was the service, and I was out to destroy her faultlessly pure image. I didn't accomplish that. She was as pious as ever after that, almost like a martyr; but I did humiliate her, and I exposed the hell out of her. I also showed the congregation what a lusty wench she was. After her third orgasm, she opened her eyes and watched the people who were gawking at her body. After the fourth, her hands came down and pressed firmly on her inner thighs, framing her cunt for them. She sucked on my fingers after the fifth or sixth orgasm, and she rubbed her own clit for her final three. Those guys pulled so hard on her legs that she went ass up with her head on the seat, her chin pressed to her chest. Her cunt was right over her mouth as she madly frigged off. When she came, her cum poured out and ran down her clit to drip on her face. She could lick her cum off her clit, and towards the end, she could suck it and lick her hole directly. She sucked herself off for her last orgasm, in fact. After the service, she had to be carried out, wrapped in a blanket. "The women stopped wearing their Sunday best after seeing what I did to Mother's favorite dress. They came in sack cloth and brought a change to go home in. My favorite target was the Richardson family. They have eight kids, and the mother, Alice Richardson, loves being exposed in church. She has no husband, and they were poor. She'd let me expose her whole body before this secret meeting, even with the entire congregation and all eight kids looking on. She dressed to make the job easy for me, wearing a simple, button-down-the-front house dress with nothing on underneath. "Her three daughters wore the same, and they'd let me expose their bodies as well. One was seventeen, very sexy and pretty. One was my age, and the youngest was eleven, but she had titties. I love showing a mother's pussy to her kids. The Richardson boys would crawl over laps to look as I held their mother's pussy lips open. The girls wanted their pussies opened up, too. People on all sides looked. Those in front turned back and stayed looking back. The girls were popular with the men, and they'd jockey for seats in the pew before their favorite Richardson girl, leaving their families to sit by themselves. The pew in front of the Richardson's was always all male, and all hypocrites. "Before the plan went into effect, Alice was the only mother I could do that to. Few people would have anything to do with her, or the family for that matter. They weren't even from our county. They came to our church so Alice and her girls could get their kicks. The wives would have run them off, but the elders wouldn't stand for that. I really need a cock in my cunt. This is torture." "Not yet. Finish the story." Catherine looked at all the stiff cocks, licked her lips, then said, "Well, the next Sunday service was smaller. We were down to those who just wanted a sex show. The preacher took leave after the first Sunday charade. We didn't know if he'd ever be back. My father filled in, but he held no service. Like I said, I was the service. When I entered the church, all heads turned to see who I'd assault, which lucky woman would get carried out in a blanket. The men outnumbered the women two to one. Most of the women who were there were all willing to endure the same treatment my mother got. Mother wore a sack dress and watched me expectantly. She was eager to serve the lord again, earn more jewels, and get her rocks off. "I went to her and led her to the front, climbed the dias, faced her to the congregation, and removed her sack. She was naked under it. I heard the room let out a gasp, but thought nothing of it. I threw the sack onto the floor and kicked gently at her feet from behind. She moved her feet out by a yard. I pushed her ass until her cunt jutted out, then got up close and reached around her waist with both hands converging on her crotch. That's when I found out what the gasps were about, and why everyone was fidgety, giggly, and tittering. Her pussy was bald. "Mother's cunt was as bare as a newborn's behind. I pulled those naked lips out as the congregation sat forward in their pews. I fingered her cunt, then stuck my finger in her mouth. She sucked my finger. I didn't even think she'd open her mouth. This had my pussy going, and I repeated the act several more times. The congregation loved it. Mother had no shame. I stepped down to look at her myself, and she kept her crotch jutted out, then reached down and opened her own cunt. Her pussy looked damned good, much nicer than with hair. I had to admire her cunt and her bold behavior. I took off my clothes and got back up on the dias, fingered my pussy, and let her suck on my fingers. She didn't balk at that either. "I turned her around and made her kneel before me as I faced the congregation in a wide-legged stance. I stepped up to her with me feet wide apart and thrust my cunt in her face. She grabbed my ass and started sucking my pussy. The congregating went wild; they loved it. I humped my pussy in her face like dogs do when they fuck. She let me rub my cunt all over her face. "I even pissed in her face, but she kept licking, trying to catch my piss stream. When I was sure everybody knew I was pissing, I let her catch my cunt and pissed the rest in her mouth. She nursed on my pissing pussy. People were up crowding in on both sides. They saw her throat muscles swallowing as I pissed freely in her sucking mouth. When my pissing slowed to a dribble, Mom eased back and pulled my lips open so the people could see her lapping at my piss hole as I let piss dribble out on her tongue." "Catherine, you lied to me, then. You never mentioned this when I asked if anyone ever sucked your cunt." "Oh...Well...I was too embarrassed to tell you that my own mother sucked my cunt. I suppose this means I'll be punished for lying. I deserve it. You're right: spare the rod and spoil the child. That's where they went wrong with me, but I know you will correct that, and I want you to, often. I won't be a baby about it." "Lie over my lap, Catherine." Catherine was not expecting he'd want to punish her at that moment. She dropped her legs to the floor, then moved over John's lap with her creamy ass sticking up. When she was ass-up with her head near the floor, John delivered ten hard smacks that brightly reddened her ass and made her squirm. When she stood, Catherine was pleasantly surprised that the stinging pain had turned to a pleasant hot tingle. She thanked John for correcting her bad behavior without delay, then resumed her former position and resumed her story after he admonished her not to tell more lies. Catherine swore she would not tell any more lies, then went on, saying, "I had to respect her for what she did. She stole my show, stole my thunder, and didn't have to suffer any deeper humiliation. She'd sunk as low as she could get the prior week, so nothing mattered as far as sexual humiliation was concerned. I could have led a pony on stage and she'd have sucked it's dick. What could I do? I sent her to her seat. She walked away triumphant, and the congregation applauded her. "I wasn't upset by this, but I was challenged to do something bizarre to someone. I owed the Richardson's some exposure, so I went down the line and stripped them all. I walked the center aisle looking for an unwilling victim. Some of those women had been forced by their husbands to attend service, and I wanted the best one of them. Harriet was one, and she cringed when I looked her way. I decided to strip her while I pondered my choice. I dragged her up front, up the steps, then ripped the dress off her, ripped everything off, took her shoes and all. I stood her facing front, made her stand with feet out, pushed her ass forward, and said, 'Stay that way.' "I returned to pacing the aisle and my eyes fell on the absolute, most perfect victim. I didn't think of her because I was sure she wouldn't be in the congregation. She had slunk so low in her seat, I first thought she was a child; but it was her, and she had her two sons with her. Angela Peabody slapped my face for touching her knee after I squeezed between her and her husband one Sunday. The resulting cat fight led to the secret meeting. Her husband was the elder that proposed the plan, I found out later. "Angela is very pretty, very sexy, and petit. We're the same height, but she has bigger tits and wider hips. Oh boy did I want that woman. When she saw me looking right at her, she turned white. Tom, her husband, made her sit up, as if to say, 'Here she is, Catherine, come and get her.' I went right over and stood before her. She looked up with these pleading eyes and cried, 'Please don't, Catherine. I beg you, please.' "This was exquisite. Everyone was up and crowding around us. Tom got up and slid his twelve-year-old boy in his place. Her ten-year-old was at her other side. The setting was perfect. She wasn't wearing sack cloth; Tom had her in a sexy white dress. I reached for the top of her dress and began popping buttons as she continued to plead. We soon saw she wore no bra, and those big jugs of hers had the men panting. Her boys were leaning in for a close look inside her parting top as I pulled out on the flaps. Her hands hovered over mine, wanting to grasp them, but afraid to. Tom had obviously told her she could not resist, and Angela is a good obedient church wife. "I loved tormenting her and popped three buttons in rapid succession, baring her breasts and exposing her to her belly button. She shrieked and started to cover her tits, then froze and returned her trembling hands to hover over my hands. Her boys were fascinated by her big tits. I said, 'Do you guys like your mother's big fat titties?' They nodded. 'Then feel them and suck on them, slap them, pinch the nipples, do anything you want to them. Bite them hard; she'll like that.' "They went right to work as she cried in protest, begging them to stop when they did bite hard. Their bites left teeth marks, even on her nipples. Brad, the older boy, chewed her right nipple until it started to bleed. She screamed her lungs out while he chewed, but only the taste of blood made him ease up. She suffered terribly, but I took no pity on her. I even suggested he do the other one so that they'd be equal--equally mangled. He checked with his dad and got a nod, but when he finished chewing on the other nipple, they weren't equal. Her left nipple bled like hell, and blood ran down her stomach to wet her white dress. "While the boys mauled her tits, I popped three more buttons, eager to see if she had panties on. Just as I thought, she did not. The first curls of pussy hair were showing as she tried to shield them from the hungry eyes. Tom told her to place her hands at her sides, and she quickly did so. I popped another and exposed her pubic patch, then popped another and exposed the top of her crack. Angela cried and begged, so I popped the rest and flung the dress open. While she cringed, I grabbed her knees and thrust them wide open. Her boys stopped biting her tits to look, and Angela covered her face in her hands. "Angela had the prettiest pussy I ever saw. I mean, her cunt was beautiful--neat, trim, and bright pink inside. Her cunt lips were flushed full from her arousal. Her clit stood tall and proud, making a liar out of her. The bitch was loving it. Please, Reverend, can I stop to suck on Mr. Edward's cock?" Blake Edwards had gotten up and stood before Catherine after a nod from John. She'd been jacking him off, while rubbing the head on her clit as he stooped for her. His cock was the largest and the thickest. Catherine pumped eleven inches of throbbing man muscle. When he stood straight, his cock was in her face. Catherine licked at his dick between words. The hunger in her eyes burned like a fire. 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