SATAN’S VILLAGE 16 by OralSlave666

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Writer: Dr Jim AKA Oralslave666

Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 16

Link: LS666 Email / 20.01.2025

Satan’s Village 16 — A Pleasant Night With Visitors

The Cahills were on a second honeymoon in their own home, and it was far more fun than the first one in Cancun. The sheets were soaked with cum and piss, the dog was exhausted (they both had made use of his canine dick), and Icabod called in sick till the director got suspicious.

Now they were creaming with excitement: a party was planned at the Babcocks, a family affair and barbeque. They would be providing the movies. They didn’t understand what had gotten into them and Bill Dike, but they loved it. Bill was frequenting the one gay bar in Salt Lake and getting fucked in the john, in the alley, and on the bar (once). Both holes, all the time, and loving it.

When the call came from Professor Fitta of the University of Stockholm, Ichabod almost jumped for joy. The professor very much wanted to discuss some of Ichabod’s work on the Lilith legend and an ancient cult of her worshippers. He was so interested, he would fly over from Norway himself along with his wife, Helga, who had never been to the west.

Ichabod was so excited to finally be recognized for his contributions (those which Stigmata had allowed him to publish) that he offered to pick them up at the airport and let them stay at their home. All the hotels in town were booked for an International Mormon boys soccer tournament. After years of grinding away and a decade of boring humping, the universe was rewarding him. Fucking and fame, hot damn.

When they pulled up to the curb at Arrivals, the couple was waiting for them, and they took the Cahill’s breaths away. They were so doggone gorgeous that Icabod was hard and Betsy was wet before they got out of the car. They were radiant and arousing at the same time.

“Professor Fitte, it’s so nice to meet you!”

Ichabod reached out and found his hand completely enveloped by the massive man’s huge grip. A warm electricity ran through him like a switch had been thrown. It was a total body orgasm with the touch of a hand. He gasped.

“Please, call me Thor, and this is my wife, Helga.”

Helga was as blond and beautiful as her husband. She approached Betsy smiling, gave her a warm hug, and kissed her on the lips. Betsy shivered in bliss. Then she kissed Ichabod, and he at once wanted her more that he had ever wanted anything. He wanted to lose himself in her pussy while her hulk of a husband fucked him from behind.

He almost ran off the road leaving Salt Lake, and a wet spot was forming on his slacks. Thor glanced down at it then smiled at him. The women were chattering in the back seat but Ichabod couldn’t understand what they were saying. Helga was stroking his wife’s inner thigh and she was moaning.

“Yes, yes,” Betsy said panting. “We do have charter schools here.”

When they got home, the Cahill’s wanted to strip naked and offer themselves to the couple, but Ichabod was hesitant.

“What if they’re not interested, and we offend them? This is important to my career.”

“Okay. I’ll control myself, but I want to eat them up, swallow their cum, and piss, and squirt so bad.”

She was quivering with desire.

Betsy had prepared two entrees for the evening having no idea what Norwegians liked: sirloin steaks, and polish sausage with sauerkraut complimented by garlic mashed potatoes, whole roasted carrots, and a spinach salad with a nice California Cabernet. Helga was in a blouse of purple orchids which was cut so low it almost exposed her nipples and slacks so tight you could see a camel toe. Thor’s shirt and slacks were stretchy and tight showcasing his incredible muscles and revealing a huge bulge below.

“Ummm. I’m so happy … and honored that you traveled so far to see me.”

Ichabod was so distracted, and his cock so hard, he could barely put a sentence together.

“I believe a personal touch adds so much to a conversation.”

Thor scooped up some potatoes along with the pool of butter that sat in it and used his tongue to push it all into his mouth. The melted butter ran down his chin. He smiled.

“Everything is so delicious,” said Helga.

She took a large bite of steak and her eyes closed with pleasure as she chewed, juices running from her mouth and down into her cleavage.

“Ohhhhh. I bet you have all kinds of wonderful meats here in America.”

Thor was sucking slowly on a carrot now, and Helga picked up a seven inch long piece of sausage and shoved it into her mouth all the way to the end, then pulled it out and bit into it with juices squirting everywhere. The Cahills were sinking into their chairs, and Betsy’s seat was soaked.

“Oh God,” moaned Betsy, “I mean thank you.”

“So … Lilith,” Thor started, “I am very interested in Lilith and her worshippers in ancient Sumeria.”

He smiled as if everything was normal, rather than his hosts being wet and hard.

“Uhhh … yes, of course,” Ichabod struggled to reply, “It existed before even Abraham’s time.”

“And many believe Lilith was both the mother of, and consort of Samael, who many equate to the modern Satan.”

“And she is felt to be the mother of all demons,” Ichabod continued.

“Betsy, what do you think of a goddess having an incestuous relation?” Thor asked.

“Umm,” Betsy’s hand was in her crotch, and she couldn’t stop rubbing, “Well, I used to believe it was terribly wrong, disgusting. Now, I don’t know, I guess it sounds a little sexy.”

“But doesn’t that go against your Christian religion?” Helga asked.

The Cahills were dismayed. They had not expected to be discussion religion.

“Well,” Ichabod said with shame, “We haven’t really been practicing our religion lately. Haven’t gone to church, haven’t been praying …”

“We’ve been too busy fucking,” Betsy admitted, then blushed.

The Fittas both smiled and looked at each other. This was going well.

“So you’ve been experiencing marital bliss, making love to each other?” Helga asked.

“Well, it’s been more like just fucking than making love, dirty, nasty fucking,” Betsy said with enthusiasm, “It hasn’t just been us, we fuck Bill Dike a lot, he’s mostly gay, but —then there’s our dog Buck — He has a nice cock …“

“So, homosexuality, bestiality, and, I presume, sodomy?” asked Thor.

“Oh yes,” Betsy exclaimed, ”We both love it up the ass.”

“You realize,” Thor said with grave seriousness, “Your god forbids all these activities. You could be smote down for any one of them.”

There was silence in which the Cahills contemplated an eternity in hell.

“Yes, damned forever. But … It’s just so much fun!”

Everyone laughed till they cried.

“So why have things changed for you two?” Helga asked, licking her lips.

“We have no idea,” Betsy said shaking her head.

“I’ll let you know something,” Thor said, “Do you have a copy of one of those new ‘Almost Hallmark’ movies?”

“Yes, ‘A Day of Joy.’ We’ve watched in three times even though it’s kind of boring. It turns us on.”

Ichabod got out the movie and gave it to Thor.

“Yeah, Ichabod fucked me three times In the ass and once in the cunt before it finished yesterday,” Betsy giggled, “Then he licked me clean.”

“Well, the movie is harmless, but the smell of the disc and case is an amazing long acting aphrodisiac. It is incredibly potent. Sniff it.”

He handed the case to Ichabod who inhaled deeply then passed it to Betsy. Ichabod’s cock grew bigger, longer, and harder. Betsy put her hand down her slacks and fingered her sopping pussy.

“A rumor has been going around that the origins of this chemical are Satanic.”

The Cahills were silent.

“What do you think about that?”

“I, I’m not sure really. I work for an organization that combats Satanism,” Ichabod stopped short remembering the rules about talking about work.

“Stigmata,” Thor cut in, raising Ichabod’s eyebrow. “Yes, I’ve heard of them.”

“I don’t care,” Betsy added. “I love it.”

She was sucking the juices off her fingers.

“Satan …”

Ichabod’s body was telling him it wanted to fuck and be fucked. He wanted to suck Thor huge cock and feel it up his ass. He ached for it. Did it matter where the urge was coming from?”

“There is even a village within a day’s drive where everyone fucks all the time, however they want, who every they want, where ever they want,” Thor said, putting them into a sexual trance.

“Yes. We have been there,” Helga murmured, “They worship Satan there, all together, the entire village. Their lust is in praise to the Dark Lord.”

Part of Ichabod was holding back. He had sworn an oath to oppose Satan, but now that oath seemed like empty words against this promise, a promise he could feel in his entire body, to experience bliss.

“Nothing consensual is forbidden,” Thor almost whispered, “Though sometimes it is necessary to have things forced upon you to see the dark light. Such was my case. I have no regrets now that I have embraced Him.”

Ichabod’s mind raced thinking of the possibilities. No limits! His mind and body were both filled with lust, and his spirit could no longer resist.

“Yes, I want this please,” he pleaded, his hands coming together to pray, “I want this, I accept Him. I just want to suck your cock. Please, fuck me.”

“I want it too,” Betsy said almost crying.

Her hand was down her slacks rubbing furiously. “I want you to sit on my face, Helga, piss in my mouth.” Thor patted them on their heads.

“Well then, strip and get on your knees,” Thor commanded.

The Cahills were naked and on their knees in seconds. Ichabod’s cock was covered in precum and pointed towards the ceiling. Betsy’s nipples were rock hard and juices ran down her inner thighs. The Fittas kicked off their shoes and removed their tops at the same time, smiling. Thor’s muscles were magnificent, and Helga’s large breasts were divine. Their bodies glisten with sweat. The Cahills were shaking.

“Now you can take off our slacks, slowly,” Thor ordered.

As the Cahills peeled off the Fritta’s clothes, the two guests began to glow. Thor’s cock sprang forth, an amazing, beautiful thing of mythic proportions. It was twelve inches long and thicker than Ichabod’s wrist.

Ichabod quivered in fear and excitement. Helga’s golden bush and the moist lips that peeked out beneath it were the loveliest thing Betsy had ever seen. The visitors were radiant now, and it took the Cahill’s breath away and — they has small horns on their heads.

“We are not from Norway,” Thor began, “We are angels who once worked for Stigmata too until we experienced the joy of Satan’s eternal lust as brother and sister. We invite you partake in the feast of pleasure. Do you renounce your god, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost?”

“We do,” the Cahills said together and with joy, smiling.

They repeated his pledge.

“Then partake.”

The couple was drooling as they moved forward. After licking all the precum off, Ichabod was only able to take the head into his mouth at first. Then the angel began to fuck his face with slow strokes, each time pushing more and more of his massive cock down the man’s throat until his balls were slapping the kneeling man’s chin.

Ichabod gasped for air when he withdrew, then Thor, with his hands on his hips, shot delicious cum all over Ichabod’s face. He came and came until it was dripping all the way down Ichabod’s chest and belly and coating his pubic hair. The semen covered convert began scooping it and eating it with glee.

Betsy’s face was buried in Helga’s cunt lapping up the tastiest fluids she had ever had. Helga pushed Betsy’s head back and began to piss into her open mouth, the golden liquid overflowing on to her breasts. When the fountain ceased to flow, Betsy turned to her husband and shared some of the nectar, and he gave her some of the luscious cum.

Thor was still as hard as a pillar, and he turned Ichabod on to his hands and knees and got behind them . Ichabod screamed when the giant cock penetrated his ass, but then the pain seemed to fade like a memory and a wave of pleasure swept through him. The women were in a writhing sixty-nine, their faces and hair were wet with essence.

Thor filled the barely conscious man with cum, and Betsy paused to lick up the cum which flowed from his dilated asshole. The rest of the evening was a buffet of perversions. Helga rode Ichabod’s cock then sat on his face after he came. Betsy got knotted by the dog while sucking on the men’s dicks. The carpet and couch were both soaked.

The angels sipped wine on the couch while the cum-covered humans lie exhausted on the floor. “I would like to discuss your upcoming movie party and barbeque with you.” Thor smiled.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN