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Writer: Dr Jim AKA Oralslave666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 17
Link: LS666 Email / 08.06.2025
Satan’s Village 17 — The Families Play With Angels
The last three days had been filled with nonstop, perverted sex, and the Cahill’s were spent. Thor demanded that they have a day without sex, and the Cahills reluctantly agreed. As his libido cooled a bit, Ichabod started having reservations. Not about the adults but about the youngsters. The adults he lusted after without reservation.
Barb Babcock was a hot brunette with a full figure, and Brad had a beautiful eight inch cock (he had seen it in the shower at the gym). But he just wasn’t sure about including the kids in all this. Bonnie Babcock was a pretty twelve-year-old blond who was just developing breasts that, yes, he longed to suck. Billie was ten and loved video games. The Cahills had seen him naked many times when he was younger since was always shedding his clothes. His parents thought it was cute. He took after his father on a smaller scale. Bree was only eight but was as high spirited as a teen and was always getting in trouble. The Babcock’s were regular church-goers and quite wealthy.
Lindy and Larry Calhoun would be there as well. They were both slender, athletic and tanned, but very modest. Ichabod had often imagined them fucking with animalistic intensity when alone and in the dark. Their twin thirteen-year-old boys, Lance and Leroy, were the two best players on the Pioneers soccer team. The one offspring of his friends that he had fantasied about for years was Laura Calhoun, who at sixteen was already stunning, with red hair, green eyes, and beautiful curves.
Ichabod wondered if she was still a virgin every time he saw her but knew the answer: her maiden head was almost certainly intact. The Calhoun’s were very conservative, and Larry was high up in the LDS hierarchy. Laura had been on only two dates, despite many invitations, and both had been chaperoned. Her lithe body had never worn a bikini, only one piece suits that revealed nothing.
The final guests were Trevor and Tina Millhouse, a young, fresh couple who had only been married six months and their affection for each other was obvious. Trevor was a Baptist vicar destined to be sent out to his own church in less than a year. She was a pretty blonde with dimples who taught kindergarten. He was handsome, and all the women and some of the altar boys looked up to him. It looked up to him with a less than chaste desire to which he was oblivious.
Even though Ichabod felt a twinge of guilt, he found himself getting aroused every time he thought about the kids. They were all energetic and adventurous. The longer he thought, the harder he got, and the less guilt he felt. Betsy was all in.
“I can’t wait for the orgy,” Betsy interrupted, “Everybody fucking and sucking. We should take Buck too.” She had gotten extremely horny in the short thirty-six hours without.
“The more you give yourself to Satan, the more free you will be of guilt and shame,” Thor reassured him. “You will discover that lust without bounds is the greatest pleasure for all.”
Betsy was almost jumping up and down in her seat on the drive to the Babcock’s. They were all dressed more conservatively than before (well, for a few days they weren’t dressed at all),the men in loose khakis and polo shirts and the women in floral summer dresses sans underwear. Thor told Betsy to be cool, and she settled down. Buck was in the back of the car and was restless as well.
The Babcock home was beautiful, built in the style of Frank Lloyd Wright but very large. The rooms were oversized with vaulted ceilings, the pool and hot tub were huge and bordered by rock formations with plants, and the family room could accommodate dozens of partygoers with a television screen that covered an entire wall. Brad greeted them at the door.
“Welcome to our barbecue,” he said with a big smile, “Welcome.”
“We’re so happy to be here,” Ichabod replied, shaking his hand. “You can’t imagine how happy we are.” Gesturing to the angels, he said: “This is Professor Thor Fitta and his wife Helga. They’re visiting us from Norway to work on some mythologic history.”
Brad shook Thor’s hand and, as he did so, his expression changed to that of a man who just had his first sip of an exquisite scotch. Normally Brad didn’t shake women’s hands, but he grasped Helga’s with both of his. “You are both very welcome here as well. It’s a pleasure, a great pleasure, to meet you.”
“Hi. So nice to see you all,” Barb appeared as if drawn by a magnet.
After being introduced, she shook Thor’s hand and seemed to melt for a moment, then gave Helga a hug and gasped, holding on like she was comforting her newly widowed best friend. Brad interrupted.
“Oh, I see you brought Buck. Well, he can play in the back yard with Princess.”
Princess was a pretty cocker spaniel.
“I brought those movies I told you about,” Ichabod said, trying to conceal his enthusiasm.
They were sealed in Ziplock bags in his backpack, for now.
“You’re sure they’re suitable for kids?” Brad looked quite concerned, “Sometimes PG can be a little racy … in my opinion. I know some parents let their kids watch whatever, but not in this house.”
Ichabod was silent.
“They’re all romantic comedies,” Betsy chimed in.
When Brad groaned, she added, “Men don’t usually enjoy those but Ichabod and Bill found themselves really liking them by the end. And they’re very harmless.”
Ichabod nodded.
“Well, okay I guess. The kids all love to watch movies, but you can’t be too careful.”
Bill Dike walked up, trying to disguise his excitement, and the Babcock’s welcomed him. Brad couldn’t disguise the suspicious look on his face. He was always wary of suspected homosexuals and would keep a close watch on his son. Bill wasn’t thinking about boys, a least not right now. He was struggling to keep himself from going down on Thor who had fucked him four times two days ago and left him begging for more. Brad welcomed Bill with slight hesitation then excused himself to attend to the ribs and hot dogs.
The guests were spread out between the family room on the sectional couch and love seats with others on lounge chairs pool side. Ichabod took out the movies, opened their cases a crack, and spread them out on the mantel piece under the television. The kids were running all over.
“What’s that smell?” Billie piped up, distracted from his video game. “It smells like mom and dad’s bed on Sunday morning.” Ichabod smiled. Perceptive kid.
While everyone mingled, Thor got himself a glass of fruit punch from the bowl, then poured a small vial of clear liquid in, stirring it with the ladle.
“I can’t believe a homosexual couple came to our church. What were they thinking, that we would welcome them?” Barb Babcock said to the other women, “We’re all just going to shun them till they go away.
“I think everyone is bisexual but just doesn’t realize it,” said Betsy, who was giddy with anticipation.
She was met with silence and stares. She excused herself and went to the bathroom to wipe up the juices that were running down her inner thighs. Thor stepped out to the pool and found Laura Babcock in a modest one piece suit on a chaise lounge staring at her phone.
“Texting with your boyfriend, Laura?”
“I wish. Just looking at PG Facebook,” she replied without looking up. “My parents monitor my every keystroke on the phone.”
“That sucks ass,” Thor said without emphasis.
She looked at him.
“Yeah … uhhh … that really does suck,” she was dazed but smiling.
She was melting into the chair.
“I’m Thor.”
He shook her hand. An observer would say she had an orgasm. Her pussy was getting wet, and she was tingling all over.
“I’m … I’m …”
“Laura. Nice to meet you. Well, I’ll leave you to Facebook,” he said, turning away with a grin.
“Please, don’t go,” she pleaded, but he didn’t hear her.
She ran into house to the downstairs bathroom to rub herself off. She had only done that twice before. This time it was urgent. Betsy was exiting and saw Laura’s expression. She paused at the locked door till she heard Laura moaning. Betsy licked her lips imagining the taste of teen pussy.
Brad stepped back from the smoking grill with plates of glistening ribs and a pile of greasy dogs. Buck was humping Princess in the backyard, and he yelled at them, but they were knotted together and paid no attention. Brad could only smell smoke.
The Babcock’s had put two picnic tables together to create one long one, and it was loaded with potato salad, chips, coleslaw, and buttered corn on the cob with sweet tea (decaffeinated of course)and punch to drink and chocolate pudding for desert. There were bottles of Texas hot sauce at both ends. The Vicar rose to say the blessing. He was handsome and projected an aura of holiness even in his civilian clothes. Everyone was relaxed and spirited.
“Lord, thank you for these blessings we are about to receive, especially these moist, succulent, ribs that are making me drool with anticipation. And thank you for my hot, sexy wife who takes away all my stress when I return home at night by pleasuring me with her mouth …” Betsy, and several women, licked their lips.
“Vicar, um … that’s enough,” interrupted Brad who was frowning.
Everyone else had huge smiles on their faces.
“Let’s eat.”
The crowd loved the ribs, and everyone was sucking the sauce off their fingers with delight while looking in the eyes of others. Barb was pushing two fingers in and out of her mouth while staring at Larry Calhoun. Laura boldly grabbed a hot dog and slowly swallowed it whole. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at Thor then shoved her hand between her soaking thighs, moaning. The other kids started sucking on dogs and pushing their tongues into piles of pudding.
“I love hot sauce,” Larry said, pouring it on his ribs.
“Me too!” Barb exclaimed.
Larry poured the sauce on his tongue and leaned over the table to French-kiss her.
“What the …”
Brad couldn’t believe what was happening. Barb put her arm around him and with her other hand caressed the large bulge in his slacks.
“It’s okay, baby. Just take some deep breaths through your nose.”
Everyone was touching each other and laughing at ribald jokes as they headed back into the house for the movies. The children chose to go inside and be with the adults rather than play outside. Brad assumed it was because of the heat. Ichabod pulled Thor aside.
“What did you put in the punch?”
“And in the tea. It’s an Ecstasy-like drug combined with an aphrodisiac we developed recently. It’s safe but its efficacy hasn’t been fully tested.”
Everyone somewhat settled into the family room. They were all wiggling, touching each other, and flirting in very crude terms. The twins had their hands down each other’s shorts, and Bonnie was riding a chair arm. Brad finally relaxed with his wife stroking his inner thigh. The movie started with a young couple meeting at a party and hating each other. They were equally as sharp and witty in there jabs at each other, and both were stressed at their jobs and had funny supportive best friends …
Then Billie Babcock jumped up and stripped revealing a boyish and erect five inch cock which was wet with precum. “I’m free!” he shouted. There were gasps and a long pause, then everyone else stood up and began shedding their clothes. Laura was the first to be naked, her clothes falling to the floor. Her father picked up her panties and inhaled deeply, then handed it to his wife who covered her face with the wet cotton. Every cock was hard, and every cunt was dripping including the kids.
Laura was on her knees begging Thor, who was still dressed, to fuck her in all her holes. Barb got on her hands and knees and grinned at Larry. He tongued her pussy from behind making her scream, then laugh: there was still a lot of hot sauce on his tongue. Then he rammed his cock into her sopping pussy for a couple of strokes, then shoved it up her virgin ass prompting another scream followed by loud moans. No one noticed since they were all groaning as they sucked cocks and tits and tongued asses and cunts.
Bill Dike kneeled before Billie and took his cock in his mouth to the balls. Once the boy was moaning with his eyes closed, he put the boy on his hands and knees, rimmed his asshole, then slowly pushed his throbbing cock into the boy’s rectum. Billie’s crying turned again to moaning after a few strokes. Brad watched his son being sodomized and it made his cock, which was in his daughter’s mouth, even harder. He started to fuck Bonnie’s throat making her gag and bringing tears to her eyes, but she did not complain.
Tina Millhouse whose sexual experiences only included missionary in the dark with her husband once a week, was on her knees with her tongue deep in Brad’s asshole. It was dirty and she wanted to be dirty so badly. The acrid smell made the juices run down her thighs. The Vicar got behind her, rubbed spit on his throbbing cock, and drove it into her asshole without a single thrust. It felt powerful making her do something she had always refused and had shamed him for asking. She whimpered between Brad’s sweaty cheeks.
The twins were on their knees sucking Ichabod’s prick and balls while playing with each other’s four inch dicks. They had little tufts of pubic hair and were just starting to smell more like grown mean. When his cock was coated with saliva.
“Get on your hands and knees, little bitches,” he ordered.
They did as they were told.
“Please, fuck our bums, Mr. Cahill,” they pleaded in unison, whimpering.
He slowly penetrated Leroy’s ass, savoring the pleasure as the head pushed past the boy’s tight sphincter. The boy was crying but saying:
“Please more, Mr. Cahill, fuck me hard.”
He withdrew suddenly making Leroy moan with exasperation, then shoved his cock with more force up the brother’s hole. After a few strokes, he switched back to Leroy and went back and forth till their pricks were dribbling cum. He kept going having learned how to control his orgasm.
Betsy was underneath Lindy Cahill on the couch in a frantic sixty-nine. Lindy was lapping up as much of her juices as she could despite the fact that she had long spoken out against the evils of homosexuality.
She paused in her moaning to say, “I need to pee.”
“Yes, piss in my mouth, all over my face,” begged Betsy, “Please.”
Lindy obliged since Betsy said please, and didn’t even think about how it would ruin the couch. She let loose her golden stream with a sigh of relief into Betsy’s mouth, the urine overflowing on to her cheeks. Betsy turned her head side to side so the liquid soaked her hair and covered her face and head.
Thor and Helga were standing in front of the tv screen, still clothed. They began to slowly undress, and everyone paused in their depraved acts to watch them. Behind them, the movie had gotten R rated with the couple vigorously fucking under the sheets. The family room stank of sex. Puddles of piss, cum, and pussy juice were on the carpet throughout. As they shed their clothes, they began to glow. Everyone gasped at Thor’s massive organ. Laura grinned and licked her lips.
“This is the pleasure you were meant to have,” Thor began, “You deserve it. To feel the joy of sin, the ecstasy of the forbidden act,” he paused “With our God, there is no sin, and nothing is forbidden.”
A feeling of yearning, craving, and desire was palpable in the room together with the heat of rutting and sweat.
“All can be enjoyed without shame or guilt or regret. Men with men and boys, women with women and girls, sodomy and incest, bestiality. Acts depraved beyond your imagination.”
Buck came into the room as if on cue.
“All is permitted. This can be yours. All you have to do is forsake your old god, the god who keeps you in chains, denying you bliss, and accept mine.”
Laura crept forward and began licking the precum from Thor’s huge member. He patted her on the head.
“Do all of you want this?”
There was no pause and everyone began to murmur yes. It got louder and louder and was in unison.
“Yes.”
“Please, give it to us,” some implored, “We accept your god.”
Some were crying. Everyone reached down to touch their cocks and pussies and finger their asses.
“This is good.” Thor gestured toward Laura, “First we will all initiate this innocent. This beautiful girl who has never tasted cock or cunt or been filled with it, all because she obeyed a cruel, jealous, petty god.”
He looked down to Laura who looked up to him.
“Are you ready to embrace your lust, child? Are you ready to pursue your desires no matter how dark?”
“Yes, please. I want it. I want it so bad.” Two ottomans were pushed together and Thor laid her on them pulling her down so her legs were spread and her buttocks were at the edge. Thor got down on his knees and began to kiss her inner thighs working his way up to her cunt. The fabric was soon soaked. When he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, she cried out and began thrashing. Thor motioned and belts were gathered from the floor and used to bind her wrists and ankles. He tongued inside her virginal pussy till she began to writhe against her leather restraints and cry.
“Please, please. Fuck me …”
Thor paused.
“Do you forsake your old god, child?”
“Yes, yes! Fuck the father, fuck the son, fuck the holy ghost,” she screamed.
“Do you accept Satan as your lord and master?”
This was the crux — that name had always produced feelings of hatred and fear in all of these people. But no one seemed to care any longer. Those feelings of disgust and contempt had vanished with the heat of unbound lust.
“Yes, I accept Him. I pledge to follow and obey the Dark Lord.”
With that Thor plunged his prick into her virginal cunt. She was moaning and crying and pleading for more as he fucked her with hard strokes, his giant balls slapping against her ass. He withdrew after he finally came, filling her to overflowing with angel cum. She had orgasmed many times.
“Now I will ask Mr. Calhoun to come forth as the child’s father.”
Larry’s cock was still pointing at the ceiling despite cumming in Barb’s vagina and ass and in the asses of his twin boys. He rammed to his daughter’s pussy which was lubricated by cum and blood.
“Oh, Daddy. That feels so good. Don’t stop, ever.”
“Cum on her skin,” Thor ordered.
Larry did just that, spraying her belly and breasts with a hefty load. All the men came up and, one by one, fucked her soaking pussy. Some fucked her mouth as well, but all came on her body till she was covered in cum. She licked up what she could from her face. Next, Thor called on the woman, who began to lick up every drop of cum, savoring it, till she was glistening with saliva.
“Now piss on her,” he commanded, “Baptize her with your urine.”
They did not hesitate. Some straddled her while others directed their stream from the side. Thor smiled. He knew the intoxicating odor of cock and cunt and ass, of cum and piss was pleasing to his Lord.
“You are now a daughter of Satan, child. And you are now a bride of Satan,” he looked up “Ave Satanas.”
“Ave Satanas,” shouted the crowd.
The families fucked and sucked with abandon throughout the night. Many partook of Buck’s beautiful red cock, and all of everyone’s holes were filled at least once. The men were surprised by how wonderful it felt having their asses fucked hard. The women were surprised by how good pussy and ass tasted. The kids were all just … surprised. Everyone fell asleep on the floor around dawn. Before his eyes closed, Ichabod envisioned a whole new, marvelous future of continuous fucking. Thor and Helga thought things had gone very well.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN