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Writer: Syd
Subject: VACATION OF CORRUPTION 3
Link: LS666 Email / 21.05.2025
Author’s Notes: Chapter Four is coming soon!
Vacation of Corruption 3
The Johnson family continued to have a lust filled slumber, everything seemed so real, they could almost feel themselves being deeply involved in the perversions their dreams had shown them.
Mrs Johnson woke slowly from her sleep, still horny, still on heat, in fact as she woke it seemed her pussy was still being penetrated. She felt her wet pussy lips being stoked and probed, it felt good, it felt real, and it was. She came out of her slumber, opened her eyes to find her naked husband lying beside her, his fingers probing her cunt.
She was already breathing heavily, already excited from her dream, but unknown to them they had all had the same dream.
“Honey, what are you doing?” she asked him seeing the lust already in his eyes, feeling the morning wood as his stiffy rest against her right thigh.
“Must be the sight of your sexy body, waking this morning in a new country,” he replied as he looked at his wife he recalled vividly the wild, dirty images of his dreams, which had given him his boner, and he needed sating, so did his wife.
“Come here tiger.” She purred putting her arms around him, pulling him closer until her husband was on top of her, and they banged furiously clinging to each other, so lustful, looking for an orgasm from each other’s lust.
Twelve year old Karen Johnson was next door in her bedroom. She too had woken up feeling horny after dreaming of being fucked in some strange demonic dream.
She had woken up horny too, just like her parents, and brought herself off by using her fingers while playing the sordid images from her dream over and over in her young mind.
The strange erotic dream had seemed so real. In the dream she’d felt real fear, yet excitement, she’d lost her virginity to some strange hooded person before being dragged to hell to fuck demons. She recalled also in the dreams watching her own parents fucking men, women, boys and girls, and how the fornication had excited her so much she had rubbed her pussy as soon as she was awake.
Now young Karen was staring into the mirror on the door of the bedroom wardrobe. She was naked and on her way to the shower when she glanced into the mirror. Her face a picture of shock and disbelief. Karen was staring into the mirror at her naked back, and the mysterious welts that lined her soft, naked flesh. It was as if she had been beaten, or whipped. She could not fathom how they had gotten there, except the strange dream where the beautiful, mysterious nun had whipped her.
“How can this be real?” Karen asked herself, reliving the events from her dream where she was being beaten, but in her dream Karen recalled how being whipped had excited her and she had screamed for the nun to whip her harder.
“But that was a dream, how nan this be real?” she continued to ask herself, still mesmerised at the sight of the long strokes on her skin.
Karen couldn’t explain it, and decided she would keep it to herself to ponder upon. Karen had a shower, got dressed and opened her bedroom door and stepped into the corridor to go to breakfast. As she stepped through the door Karen was in for another shock. It was Mrs Evans, standing outside her parent’s bedroom door, listening to the loud groaning Karen’s Mother was making as Mr Johnson pummelled into her as he fucked her.
The moans were loud enough to be heard from outside the bedroom, but it wasn’t just the fact Mrs Evans was eavesdropping on her parents having sex, but the fact Mrs Evans had her white blouse open and was rubbing the nipple of her left breast between her fingers.
Karen looked at the older woman in shock. Mrs Evans was breathing deeply as she rubbed her erect nipple between her fingers. Slightly licking her soft lips with her wet tongue. Suddenly, slowly Mrs Evans turned her head and looked at Karen with lustful, steamy eyes, and smiled softly.
“Morning Karen. Sleep well?” asked a dreamy Mrs Evans without even seeming to be embarrassed by the fact Karen was watching the older woman, playing with her tit, outside her parents room, while listening to Karen’s parents fucking on the other side of the door.
Mrs Evans simply smiled at Karen then calmly placed her breast back inside her bra, buttoned up her blouse and calmly walked up to Karen and stroked her hair softly while still looking into Karen’s bewildered eyes.
“Breakfast will be ready soon,” she informed Karen.
Then simply turned and walked down the stairs. Leaving Karen standing there bewildered at what she had just witnessed, plus the strange dream, plus the mysterious marks Karen has found on her back. Karen wondered what was happening.
“I’d really love to suck on you titties, ram my cock down your throat and face fuck you while filling you guts with hot cum.”
Thought Father Connor as he gazed at Mrs Johnson as they entered the patio area where the rest of the guests were seated.
Mrs Johnson was dressed casually for the warm morning in a white blouse that hugged her slightly curvy figure, but father Connor still enjoyed looking at her boobs held in by her slightly tight fitting blouse. The sight of the lovely Mrs Johnson and her husband instantly brought back the pictures in his mind of the secret recordings of the couple fucking that had been made, and were already brining in money on the dark Web.
Father Connor stood slowly to greet the Johnson’s as they approached the breakfast table, his stiffy easily hidden beneath his priests robes.
“Good morning Mrs Johnson, Mr Johnson, please join us. I trust you both slept well.”
He smiled pleasantly while looking directly at them, know full well they had both had quite an energetic night.
“Father Connor, how many times have I reminded you not to be so formal. We’ve known you a long time. Please call me Helen, and you also know my husband Bill. You’re always such a gentleman, Father.”
Helen Johnson reminded father Connor previously he need not be formal with them. They had all known each other for a while but father Connor would often refer to people using their surname, it was simply a habit.
Young Karen Johnson was already seated, along with Mr and Mrs Evans, two other priests who had accompanied them, plus one or two staff helping to make and serve breakfast.
Everyone settled down for breakfast. Pleasantries were exchanged. Everyone ate well. The adults made small talk as young Karen happily tucked in to her breakfast but her mind was still a whirl, still confused by her strange dreams, still horny as her moist pussy constantly reminded her of the perverted dreams she’d had.
Then there was Mrs Evans. Every now and then, Karen would glance over to where Mrs Evans was seated, directly opposite, and Mrs Evans would be looking at Karen with an almost smouldering gaze. Mrs Evans eyes would burn into Karen. Once or twice Mrs Evans would softly run her tongue along her lips while gazing deeply into Karen’s eyes.
Karen remembered the encounter earlier with Mrs Evans and how Mrs Evans was playing with her nipples while listening to Karen’s parents, then not even being embarrassed when Karen had seen her. The feel of Mrs Evans soft hand as she had stroked Karen’s hair. How good it had felt. Now Mrs Evans was eating Karen with her deep, sensual gaze, and Karen was unable to stop herself from squeezing her thighs together. Was she becoming lesbian, she wondered.
Karen took another sip of the delicious tea they had been drinking since they had arrived.
“Father Connor,” enquired Mrs Johnson,”This tea we have been drinking since we arrived, is there a secret ingredient? It’s so refreshing. Is it available only in these parts. I would love to take some home with us if I can buy it locally.”
“My dear Helen,” Father Connor jovially responded,”You shall have as much as you like. You see, the church makes it on our own farm, we grow herbs specially for our tea. Locally sourced ingredients, some secret ingredients too I might add,” he informed her with a mischievous grin
For only he and the Evans’s knew he had secretly wanked into the tea that morning, spraying it with copious amounts of unholy priest cum, now the twisted trio were enjoying watching the Johnson’s gulp it down their throats. Another secret being withheld from the Johnsons was the secret ingredients were powerful hallucinogenic aphrodisiacs, which had had the desired effect on the Johnson family.
“Plus jobs for locals. In fact,” he continued,”We seek your expert advice on setting up distribution networks in the United States. Your expertise would be of great help in firstly establishing a Base in our home town, creating jobs etc, then hopefully branching out. Your expertise would be well rewarded.”
“Father Thomas, Mr and Mrs Evans, we would be only too pleased to help you set up a network back in the states. Sounds like a wonderful opportunity.”
Both the Johnson’s chimed in enthusiastically, genuinely please to offer their expertise and business know how, not realising that the tea and its ingredients were a highly addictive aphrodisiac and mind control drug.
Both the priest, Father Connor and Mr and Mrs Evans were part of an insidious Satanic cult who had been years researching and developing this drug — a drug that had been in existence centuries before — but who’s secrets had been lost until the cult headed years previously by Mrs Evan’s father. A devout Satan worshipper had found a tomb of Satanic evil, a tomb that held many secrets, rituals and spells and through unravelling the books secrets.
Mrs Evans father had discovered a path to Satan, and in return for his service to the dark Lord, Satan had rewarded the Evans family with wealth, Satanic power and influence, and their spiral into Satan worship, incest, debauchery, murder and every other type of sin, had become a driving force in their everyday lives.
One of the mysteries was an ancient recipe for a drug that was not only a powerful sexual stimulant, but a drug that could open up the senses and enable it’s user to connect more easily to darker forces, Satanic forces. It had taken the cult a long time to unravel the mysteries of the book, but they finally became successful and were able to develop and perfect the drug. In fact, the effect the drug was having on the entire Johnson family was proof of its effectiveness.
Now as young Karen sat opposite her parents and the other adults listening to them droning on about this new business venture, her pussy was hot and moist, it tingled which made her entire body shiver with pleasure.
Karen hoped nobody would notice if she just closed her eyes briefly to enjoy the sensations burning inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the warmth between her legs.
Karen pressed her thighs together, remembering the wicked dream she had had the night before. In her dream she had enjoyed watching her naked parents fucking and being fucked, abusing and being abused. She recollected how she had sat on a mysterious cock which belonged to a mysterious, cloaked person. How she had been fucked by this cock, she could almost still feel it pistoning in and out of her stretched cunt. How she had rode up and down on it, wanting, demanding it go deeper into her bowels.
How she had also been used by what she believed were demons who fucked her over and over with their huge cocks.
Karen was so intoxicated with these perverted lustful thoughts, she felt she was on such a high, she felt dizzy, light headed, as she tried to bring herself out of her dizzying recollections, she struggled to open her eyes. Karen realised she was beginning to tremble slightly as she struggled to open her eyes and focus.
Slowly opening her eyes Karen was looking directly into the eyes of Mrs Evans, who slid her hand inside her blouse and was clearly massaging her breast, at the breakfast table. Karen looked around at the adults but nobody seemed bothered, not in the slightest.
Karen looked at her father for some kind of explanation, but he was also staring at Mrs Evans, smiling as he watched her stroking her breast beneath her blouse, her hand clearly kneading her soft flesh.
Karen then realised that her father was making vigorous hand movements beneath the table, he was jerking off while watching Mrs Evans play with her tit.
“Dad, dad.”
Karen called to her father to attract his attention, the confused young girl needed answers to what was going on.
Karen looked over to her Mother who was engaged in conversation with the middle aged priest who had accompanied them on the journey. They both seemed oblivious to what was taking place at the breakfast table, but how can they not see what was happening.
Karen also realised that there was a nun standing directly behind her Mother and the priest she was talking too. Karen looked up at the nun. She was the same nun from Karen’s twisted dream. Karen was shocked. Karen wondered how this could be possible. The beautiful nun was looking down at Karen, smiling slightly, but her eyes were looking at the young girl intensely, which made Karen feel uneasy.
“But why is the nun here ? Why is my dad playing with himself?” she asked herself.
Karen looked once more to her Mom who had turned her head slightly from her conversation with the priest to look at Karen directly.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” her Mom asked her.
What followed shocked Karen — her Mom turned back to the priest — but as she faced him he swiftly brought his right palm up, violently slapping Mrs Johnson across her cheek. Helen Johnson’s head jerked back and she cried out in pain as the force pushed her head to the side.
Karen looked on in disbelief and horror, stunned at her Mom being violently hit across her face.
Karen looked at her dad who acted as if he’d seen nothing, he kept his gaze focused on watching Mrs Evans still massaging her breast.
Mrs Evans also did not care by the fact that Karen’s Mom had been hit across her face in front of everyone.
Still massaging her breast while still gazing across the table at Karen, Mrs Evans slipped a finger of her other hand and began licking it suggestively as if it were a cock, then she slid the digit into her mouth and continued to suck on it, sliding it in and out in a sucking motion.
Sucking on her finger up to her knuckle while looking at Karen, clearly enjoying her lewdness in front of the young girl.
Karen could not understand why everyone seemed to think this type of behaviour was acceptable, especially as these were devout religious people. Karen knew in her heart this was not the proper way for adults to behave, but she also could not understand why everyone was actually carrying out these lewd acts, as if it was normal behaviour. Even in her young mind Karen knew this was not normal acceptable adult behaviour, but it was happening in front of her eyes.
Karen’s attention was brought back to where her Mom was sitting, holding her cheek in her hands. The violent priest now standing next to the nun. He reached down and tightly held her Mom’s hair in his fist. Violently pulled her to her feet and in one motion pushed her face down onto the table pushing the food and crackers to the side.
A distressed Mrs Johnson tried to reach back to release the priests grip but he gripped her hair more tightly and spanked her arse hard several times, causing her to cry out and plead for him to stop, which he had no intention of doing.
Karen looked on in utter shock as the priest pushed her Mother’s skirt up over her backside and in one swift motion pulled her panties down to her ankles, and standing behind her, parted his robe to reveal his erect cock, pressing forward Karen watched, gobsmacked, as he thrust forward into her Mom’s pussy.
Mrs Johnson pleaded with him to stop, pleaded with the others to stop her rape, to help her, but her dad continued to wank himself while looking at Mrs Evans still massaging her tit.
Mr Evans, father Connor and the second priest looked on, smiling approvingly at Mrs Johnson’s violation.
The mysterious nun, surely Karen thought as a daughter of God, she must do something to help Karen’s Mom, but she did nothing to stop the rape. Instead the nun was cozying up to the rapist, one arm around his waist, the other hand stroking his chest as she seemed to also enjoy the rape of Karen’s Mom.
Young Karen felt helpless, she did not know what to do. There was nothing she could do as all the adults seemed to be approving and enjoying the sight of Mrs Johnson being raped.
Karen’s Mom’s eyes bulged as the violent thrusts of the priest raping her made her body jerk with each push into her violated pussy.
Her cries for her rapist to stop fell on deaf ears.
Mrs Johnson looked at Karen, through gritted teeth and with tears rolling down her cheeks.
”Karen, darling. Get away, leave this place, these people are Satanists, evil bastards who will corrupt you and devour your soul, you must resist Karen, you must go, save yourself.”
The thrusts of the rapist priest became more frantic as he fucked Mrs Johnson harder and harder. He pulled on her hair as he pistoned in and out, grunting obscenely as he picked up his pace and fucked the helpless woman without a care for her protests.
He fucked her harder as Karen’s eyes were diverted towards her father who was also grunting obscenely as he climaxed and shot wad after wad over the breakfast table. His cum sent streams of cum onto food, crockery, some even hit Mrs Johnson in her face. Nobody seemed even slightly disturbed by this disgusting act.
As Mr Johnson finished spraying spunk over everything the priest pummelling Karen’s Mom bucked and jerked frantically as he too filled the poor woman’s pussy with his seed. His spunk oozing from her cunt, running down her thighs, soaking her stockings. The rape was not enough for the despicable priest. He got down behind the poor woman and began eating her out, slurping his own cum from her soaking cunt and cleaning the muck from her cum filled pussy with his tongue.
The disgusting spectacle made Karen gasp as watched her lying across the table before her rapist stood up, his mouth wet with his own cum and her Mother’s pussy juice.
He once again grabbed her by her hair and violently pulled her backwards from the table, hurling her over her chair and tumbling to the ground with a thump. The priest then looked directly at young Karen, evil lust in his eyes.
Karen’s eyes were drawn down to his large cock, already getting hard. Karen wondered if she was next. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world and everything in it. She put her hands over her face so she would not see any more evil. Her head grew heavy. Her mind was spinning. She felt dizzy. Everything began to sway. She closed her eyes tighter as her mind was spinning.
“Karen. Karen.”
It was her Mother’s voice. Softly speaking to her through the haze of her brain.
“Karen. Are you alright?”
Karen managed to open her eyes, as if from a sleep. Everyone was looking at her with concern. Karen blinked, again and again.
Her Mother was beside her, a comforting arm around Karen’s shoulder.
When Karen fully opened her eyes, everything, everyone was normal.
“Are you alright, Karen?” asked her Mom with concern.
“Did you pass out, Karen?” someone else asked.
“Maybe it was the heat,” said another.
Karen could feel the comforting arm of her Mother around her shoulder. She looked into her Mother’s eyes. Her Mom seemed to act normal, no signs she’d been violated or abused. She looked around the table, everything normal.
“Everything is normal.”
She realised she must have fallen asleep, or maybe passed out, but everything seemed so real. She looked across to the priest who she thought had raped her Mom, he too was looking at her concerned. Everything seemed so normal.
“Come,” said her Mom, ”I’ll take you to your room where it’s cooler and you can lie down for a while. You may have fainted due to the heat.
Mrs Johnson put her arm around Karen’s shoulder and guided the bewildered child away from the table and to the coolness of her bedroom, tucked her into bed, and told her to drink some tea.
“Here Karen, drink some tea, and rest for a while before we go out later. I’ll call you.”
Mrs Johnson spoke softly to her daughter before kissing her lightly on her forehead and left the room.
Karen closed her eyes and drifted away. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep but she awoke to find her Mother sitting beside her on the bed. Karen gasped when she realised her Mother was holding her panties up to her face and sniffing the crotch, then her Mother ran her wet tongue over the area that was rubbing Karen’s pussy. Karen realised she was now on top of the bed instead of below the covers.
“Mom, Mom, what are you doing?” she asked.
Her Mother paid no attention but continued to sniff and lick the inside of Karen’s panties which she realised would be drenched in pussy juice, considering how wet she’d been. Still holding Karen’s panties up to her mouth, her Mother was clearly enjoying the taste of Karen’s panties.
“Baby, your underwear both smell and taste divine. I have wondered what your young cunt would taste like.”
Her Mom’s eyes were as wicked as her vulgar talk. Karen had never known her normally righteous God-fearing Mother to utter the obscene “C” word.
“Mom, what are you doing. Why are you licking my underwear?” Karen pleaded with her Mom for an answer.
“Baby, when that priest raped me earlier at breakfast, were you jealous?”
“Mom, what are you saying?”
“Darling, you can confide in me. When the priest’s cock was fucking my cunt harder and harder, filling my insides with all his thick fuck pole and shooting so much spunk inside of me, were you jealous? Because as he fucked me I could see in your eyes you wanted that fuckers big cock so badly.”
“Please Mom. Why are you talking like this? You never say these words. What’s wrong with you?”
Karen was pleading with her own Mother who at that moment was behaving in such a lewd way that Karen had never known before.
She watched as her Mom buried her face in her soiled panties, closed her eyes tightly and inhaled long and hard.
“Mmmm,” her Mom said softly before separating her face from Karen’s panties, opened her eyes and tossed the panties onto the floor, against the wall.
She reached over to her daughter and slowly stroked her face, lovingly, as a Mom should do, but when Karen looked into her Mom’s eyes, she could still see only wickedness. She moved herself slightly closer to Karen.
“Karen, if Mommy asks you for a favour, would you do it for Mommy? If Mommy asks you nicely, would you do it for your Mother? Please darling, say yes.”
Karen was still puzzled by her Mother’s strange behaviour.
“Yes, Mom. Yes.”
Karen felt her Mom’s hand move slightly to the back of her head.
“Good girl. Be a good daughter, and suck your Mother’s tits.”
“Mom, what?” Karen asked incredulously, utterly shocked at the request by her own Mother.
“Suck Mommies fucking tits!”
Her Mother demanded, gripping the back of Karen’s head and pulling apart the front of her own blouse, sending buttons flying, Karen’s Mother tore open the front of her blouse and roughly pulled her left breast from the confines of her bra, exposing her already erect nipple to her own daughter. She pulled on the back of Karen’s head so Karen’s mouth was pressing against the erect nipple.
Karen’s face crushed against the soft skin of her own Mother’s tit. Karen was horrified by her own Mother forcing herself upon her sexually. Karen tried to push herself away from her Mother, but Mrs Johnson was too strong for her.
“Mom, Mom, no, stop it ! Stop it, please Mom!” Karen pleaded with her Mom to stop, but Mrs Johnson continued to force Karen’s mouth onto her nipple.
Karen continued to struggle and protest against her own Mother’s attempt to force Karen to suck her nipple.
“Go on Karen. Suck Mommies titty. I know you want to. Just like when you were a baby. Suck it Karen, bite my kitty. Bite it hard you cunt ! Bite Mommies tit so hard you make mommy cry. Do it whore. Bite me you fucking worthless cunt !”
Mrs Johnson violently pushed Karen’s mouth over her nipple, ignoring her own daughter’s pleas for the assault to stop. Karen felt her face being smothered by her own Mother’s soft flesh. With one last, big push, Karen thrashed about against her Mother’s assault until with enough force she was able to free herself from her Mother’s grip and finally flop back down onto the pillow.
Breathing heavily, gasping, so confused she kept her eyes shut tight, trying to comprehend why her own Mother was sexually abusing her.
“Mother’s don’t do this,” she thought, ”Mother’s don’t force their children to do this kind of things,” she continued to debate what to say to her Mother to stop this assault before she opened her eyes. Her own breathing still erratic as she mulled over how she would confront her own Mother about this assault. Eventually, though it seemed longer, it was only seconds, she opened her eyes widely to confront her Mother.
Nothing. The room was empty. Her Mother was nowhere to be seen. The room was silent. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what was happening to her. Was she dreaming? Hallucinating? What’s happening she asked herself.
Nothing made sense, the things she believed she had experienced since arriving at this place, the strange dreams, the events at breakfast, what she believed her own Mother had tried to get her to just do. She could not make sense of it, it all seemed so real at the time. At least she was under the covers in her bed. During the assault by her Mom she had been on top of the bed, now she was under the covers, so she must have been dreaming. Yes, that proves it was a dream.
After a while of pondering, Karen needed a drink. She turned her body to the side and raised herself up to be able to reach the tea which was on the bedside table. As she did so she stopped, she gasped in shock as she looked at the floor. She raised the bed covers to check for when her Mom tucked her in earlier to rest, she was wearing her panties.
“How can this be? Was what I thought had just happened with Mom, actually real?”
She asked herself, trying to answer her own question. For there just a few feet away, on the bedroom floor near the wall, were her panties.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE
wonderful story. i look forward to continuing chapters. Thanks for posting