Chapter Seven
“The Couple”
I nodded. This was it! What an afternoon! I had been fucked and fucked well. Plus some good girl loving, a little pain, and now some domination! Umm! How great life was! Right now though, I silently prayed for someone, anyone, to come by and do, as they wanted to with me. A few strokes, a kiss, a slap, just anything!
A soft voice exclaimed at the sight I presented:
“Oh wow! Look at that!” Someone said in a whisper
Then there was subdued laughter. There were now at least two people next to me. My pulse quickened! I slowly eased my thighs open a bit more.
“Hello.” A female voice said.
“Hi.” I responded.
The girl was young. She looked to be about seventeen, maybe, eighteen. Her face and body were perfect.
She had on a mini skirt and a scoop blouse that showed the moons of her boobs. And I had to admit, they looked good! Very good! With her was a boy. He was no older than sixteen. I could see a bulge at his crotch. My hand started to cover my crotch for I felt some -what uneasy, but I remembered what Rita had said. And besides who cared? I moved my hand down to my side and slowly opened my thighs again so they could see….everything! Yes! Oh how I enjoyed this!
“Hello. I’m Marie, and this is my brother Alan. We are looking for our mother. She is in here somewhere.” Their eyes kept roaming over me.
“Does she have short brown hair?” I asked as the two got closer.
Continuing to describe the woman I described the one I had seen in the dining area, Marie smiled and said it was her.
“I saw her in the dining room about thirty minutes ago.”
“Oh, yeah, we know. But now she is somewhere else.” The boy said and then let his eyes return to my open crotch.
“My…uh, friend will be back soon. So…why don’t you just wait? She may know something.”
“Thanks. Uh, do you work here? No? Oh! I didn’t know. You… being nude and all.” Marie asked as her eyes stayed on my heated crotch.
Smiling, I told her that I was told to stay this way. Marie smiled and then looked at her brother. His eyes were still on my crotch.
“My brother sure likes looking at you.” She said with a smile.
“I noticed.” I answered with a nod at the tent at his crotch. “Yes, my…friend… told me to stay this way and…uh…if anyone wanted to…look, and …you know, I was to let them, do whatever they__!”
“Oh wow!” Alan exclaimed.
We continued talking and soon Marie had her hand on my upper inner thigh.
Alan had moved to the other side of me and his crotch was still like it had a pole inside. I then told them about coming here and what had happened since then. Her hand climbed higher up my thigh and when I looked down at it, she apologized.
“It’s okay. It…Feels good. Besides you can do as she want.
She smiled, leaned down and as she kissed me on the cheek, her hand covered my crotch. Alan smiled and rubbed his crotch as he watched.
I asked him if he had a girl friend. Marie laughed and said he had a lot of married women that he kept well satisfied. Hmm, I wondered what was the mystery about this younger guy’s.
. Alan smiled in a shy way and lowered his eyes. Marie rubbed my cunt up and down and the action brought a sigh of enjoyment from me. Alan exclaimed excitedly and we both laughed.
Marie looked at him with true affection and said, “Honey, ask the lady if she minds you, uh, touching her?”
The youngster smiled and then looked at me. “May I!”
Returning his smile, I interrupted him with a positive approval. I laughed and circled his neck. I kissed his young lips and the little imp pushed his tongue inside my mouth. He was a fantastic kisser and as we continued Marie bent and kissed my crotch.
Finally breaking, Alan looked down at his sister who was now licking my cunt. He turned back to me and cupped my breast. Molding the firm flesh, he whispered,
“You have beautiful breasts. You don’t mind if I continue touching them?”
“Ahh, ¨ I answered finally for his sister was moaning as our lips came together. “Not a bit!” I was quickly developing a crush on this young boy for some unseen reason. Maybe it was his youthful look, his hairless face, NO! I now saw what it was! It was an impressive cock that easily measured eight or nine inches. He had opened his jeans and laid this beautiful hunk of male – meat in the valley between my breasts! My cunt twitched at the thought of it being filled by it.
Alan began rocking back and forth. The wide head hit me constantly on the chin so I bent forward and let the head enter my mouth.
Palming my somewhat tender boobs with force, he squeezed and pulled on my flesh as my breasts enjoyed the smoothness of his cock sliding back and forth.
Turning around to look down at his sister, Alan said to her, “Move a minute. I want to feel her cunt.”
Entering his middle finger up me, I was given an exciting inspection as he rubbed, and turned his arm inside me. Telling his sister to continue licking, he turned to me and said,
“Can we meet and fuck somewhere?”
“Yes. Whenever, and wherever you wish.”
“Good! I also have a few friends that I want you to fuck…and suck!” He added. “Would that be a problem?”
I was somewhat taken by his reply, but I thought why not? “Uh…how old are they?”
“What difference does it make?”
“I…err, guess none. It was just a question.”
He smiled at me and replied,
“Two are seventeen, one is sixteen, another one is eighteen, and one is fifteen, and thirty two. Oh yes, there will also be two girls. One is twenty, and the other is twenty two. They are very good looking and have fantastic bodies. Their brother’s are the sixteen and eighteen year olds. You like girl on girl love don’t you? Oh yes, our mom will also most likely be there.”
Wow I thought. Eight new people! Ten with Alan an
. He had just finished when a nude Rita entered. I introduced her and she had no qualms concerning her nudity. She insured that Marie got an excellent view of her crotch and she kissed Alan on the cheek. He kept his cock out in the open and as he was close to me, he would turn and rub it across my body and face. I returned his caresses by kissing and taking his flaccid flesh inside my mouth several times.
When Marie explained why they were here, Rita interrupted by saying, “I just saw her over by the kitchen. She was with two men.”
“Was she dressed?” Marie asked.
“__no, she uh, two men, uh, they were… you know!”
“That sounds normal.” Marie answered with a smile.
“Come on Alan. Let’s go see if we can find her.” She said to her brother.
“Uh, wait. Nancy, you go with Alan and show him. Marie can wait here.” Rita suggested. Her eyes had stayed on Marie.
“Sure.” I smiled knowingly.
I slipped on a robe that was hanging nearby. It barely covered my buttocks and I loved it as my cunt would easily be seen. Alan and I held hands as we walked toward the kitchen. His mother was not there.
For the next thirty minutes we looked with no results. Finally stopping to rest we found a room. Grunts and groans came from the far wall. Smiling at the sound, we laid down. Alan immediately pulled my robe off and cupped my cunt. My hand reached out, opened his pants and freed his young cock. Our lips were mashing together when suddenly someone knelt down beside us. It was his mother!
She was nude and with two men in the same state. The same ones I had seen in the kitchen.
“Alan! What are you doing here?”
“Mom! Finally! Marie and I have been looking all over this place for you.”
“Why?” She asked. “You knew I was coming here.”
“Yes, but Mr. Ramo called and wants you to come to work this afternoon. Angeline is sick and can’t come in.”
“Oh God!” She said looking at the two men.
Alan’s hand had returned to my cunt. I opened my thighs to afford him more ease as I figured that he was preparing to leave. I did not know the future.
His mother noticed our movements and smiled. Alan introduced us and I shook her hand. My left hand stayed wrapped around her sons cock. Her name was Edith. She was almost forty but looked thirty. The two men were Pablo and Cortez. Both were in their thirties. Both were handsome. Both were nude. Both had nice long fat cocks. Both were touching Edith. My mouth grew dry as I longed to taste their cocks, both cocks.
Edith said that they would go get Marie and leave. I squeezed Alan’s cock and offered to show them the way.
Rita and Marie were locked in a sixty-nine when we showed up. Marie stopped and went to her mother. They switched over to Spanish and talked. Alan joined them and I moved over next to the two men. We checked each other out and I introduced them to Rita. She took an immediate liking to Pablo.
We all hugged and kissed, then Marie, Edith, and Alan left. I whispered in his ear the name and room number of my hotel. Pablo moved next to Rita and within minutes they were in a hot embrace. .
I turned and smiled at Cortez. His cock was bobbing up and down. Smiling, I went to my knees and took his impressive cock in my hand and slowly masturbated him until he was hard. Cupping his nuts, I gently squeezed them and slowly massaged the wrinkled sac. I let his cock enter my mouth and used my tongue to stimulate him. My ministrations paid off with a good mouthful of enriched semen!
An hour later, Rita and I were eating. I saw Carlo and he waved. I almost felt slighted as I was hoping for him to come over and caress my cunt again. Rita suggested we return and lie down. Doing as she wanted, I felt my cunt twitch at the thought of Alan giving me a good fuck tomorrow.
“Nancy! Oh Nancy!”
It was Rita. She was at my head and the bed sagged as she crawled toward me. My vision became blocked as her sweet smelling thighs covered my face.
“Nancy, get up here and lick me and lick me good, or I’m going to spank your cunt!” She emphasized her statement by slapping my buttocks soundly.
Looking up at her two holes, I moaned with lust as my tongue went from one to the other. Hurrying to obey, I spread her gash and pushed up my tongue. My probe made her moan as she rubbed herself up and down on my face.
The first time I stopped to let my tongue rest, Rita warned me not to. The second time that I did, she slapped my ass hard.
“Damn you! I said, do not stop!” My body jerked when she mashed my vagina lips roughly.
Returning my tongue with out haste, I proceeded to give her the best cunnilingus she ever had. Her hips began jerking and her slit pushed hard against my pouty lips as she drenched my face with her spending.
Scooting back, she spoke, “Nancy, I have a lot planned for you. I am going to ask you once and once only, will you do as I say and what I say? If not, I am going to get up and the next time you see me will be when I ask if you want tea or coffee?”
“Oh! Rita! Please! I love you too much to even think such a thing. I am yours completely!”
“Good. For from this minute on, you belong to me!”
“Yes!” I tried to raise my body to kiss her.
Taking a cushion, she put it under my hips. This put my ass up and vulnerable. Kneeling next to my head, I saw her legs go to each side of me. Lifting my head, she moved until her cunt was against my mouth. My tongue came up and once again began licking her sweet pussy.
“Damn! What a…cock! I should have_, okay, go ahead. Just don’t bring this hot-ass bitch off to quick.”
This was her speaking to someone else as I felt strange hands on my hips and then a body between my open thighs. Before I could pull away from Rita’s hairy cunt, a hard cock was pushed into my slit.
The cock filled me perfectly. It never moved for a moment or two, it just lay inside my channel. Then it backed up to almost my entrance and then shot forward. The action made me exhale.
Burying it deep within me, I moaned, as my cock walls seemed to wrap themselves around this cunt-pleasing meat. I tried to give my mysterious lover the same feeling he was giving me by matching his strokes and tightening my vagina muscles around his rod.
His strokes and the soft sex of Rita against my lips were turning me to mush.
Within minutes I was coming and wanting more of this excellent fucking as tears of rapture poured down my cheeks and mixed with the juice from Rita’s pussy. Then I felt the big vein of the penis up me start to beat. Crying out from around the come drenched labia of Rita; I called out to my lover to fill me. He did!
The amount was copious and felt wonderful as it filled my channel. Giving me a few slow strokes, the deflating penis went as deep as it could before it oozed out.
Hunching tightly against my working mouth, Rita moved away. Laying there gasping and looking around for the person whom had just given me a beautiful fuck, Rita said he was gone. Standing, she pulled me to my feet. Gathering me in her arms, her hand went between my still warm sticky thighs.
“I have to return on tonight’s flight. I should be back in no more than three days.” Her hand was rubbing my well-tended cunt as her tongue licked at my wet face that shined from her spending.
“When I return, we shall continue,” She said as her middle finger made me squirm when she pushed it up my slightly sore channel. Another kiss and she was gone.
Showering, I was toweling myself dry when the nurse appeared
“Are you enjoying yourself?” She asked as she had a tray with a small pill and a glass of water on it.
“Yes, yes I am. Just a little tired right now.” I added with a sigh.
“Will you be continuing?” Her eyes traversed my body as she had taken my towel away.
“I don’t know. But for now, I want to rest.”
“Excellent. I can help you. I have something here that will help you sleep and relax if you would like it. ”
Her dark eyes seem to dance as I took the pill. Helping me put on a short robe; she led me to a nearby dimly lit room. The floor was littered with pillows of all sizes. I could just make out the forms of a man and two women asleep.
In one corner, there was one couple in a sixty- nine position and the nurse smiled as we could hear their soft sounds.
“Come over here. You will not be disturbed.” She said as she pulled me to the floor.
Getting on her knees next to me, she made sure I was comfortable. My eyes were getting heavy. The girl smiled as my eyelids began to close, and then open slowly. Opening the robe fully, she parted my legs. She smiled as her dark eyes stared at my well-oiled slit.
“Rest now, I will tend to you.”
Just as sleep began to close in on me, I felt her lips on my sex.

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PRIEST – Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices – say, my son, do you not repent the host of sins unto which you were led by weakness and human frailty?
DYING MAN – Yes, my friend, I do repent.
PRIEST – Rejoice then in these pangs of remorse, during the brief space remaining to you profit therefrom to obtain Heaven’s general absolution for your sins, and be mindful of it, only through the mediation of the Most Holy Sacrament of penance will you be granted it by the Eternal.
DYING MAN – I do not understand you, any more than you have understood me.
PRIEST – Eh?
DYING MAN – I told you that I repented.
PRIEST – I heard you say it.
DYING MAN – Yes, but without understanding it.
PRIEST – My interpretation –
DYING MAN – Hold. I shall give you mine. By Nature created, created with very keen tastes, with very strong passions; placed on this earth for the sole purpose of yielding to them and satisfying them, and these effects of my creation being naught but necessities directly relating to Nature’s fundamental designs or, if you prefer, naught but essential derivatives proceeding from her intentions in my regard, all in accordance with her laws, I repent not having acknowledged her omnipotence as fully as I might have done, I am only sorry for the modest use I made of the faculties (criminal in your view, perfectly ordinary in mine) she gave me to serve her; I did sometimes resist her, I repent it. Misled by your absurd doctrines, with them for arms I mindlessly challenged the desires instilled in me by a much diviner inspiration, and thereof do I repent: I only plucked an occasional flower when I might have gathered an ample harvest of fruit – such are the just grounds for the regrets I have, do me the honor of considering me incapable of harboring any others.
PRIEST – Lo! where your fallacies take you, to what pass are you brought by your sophistries! To created being you ascribe all the Creator’s power, and those unlucky penchants which have led you astray, ah! do you not see they are merely the products of corrupted nature, to which you attribute omnipotence?
DYING MAN -Friend – it looks to me as though your dialectic were as false as your thinking. Pray straighten your arguing or else leave me to die in peace. What do you mean by Creator, and what do you mean by corrupted nature?
PRIEST – The Creator is the master of the universe, ‘tis He who has wrought everything, everything created, and who maintains it all through the mere fact of His omnipotence.
DYING MAN – An impressive figure indeed. Tell me now why this so very formidable fellow did nevertheless, as you would have it, create a corrupted nature?
PRIEST – What glory would men ever have, had not God left them free will; and in the enjoyment thereof, what merit could come to them, were there not on earth the possibility of doing good and that of avoiding evil?
DYING MAN – And so your god bungled his work deliberately, in order to tempt or test his creature – did he then not know, did he then not doubt what the result would be?
PRIEST – He knew it undoubtedly but, once again, he wished to leave man the merit of choice.
DYING MAN – And to what purpose, since from the outset he knew the course affairs would take and since, all-mighty as you tell me he is, he had but to make his creature choose as suited him?
PRIEST – Who is there can penetrate God’s vast and infinite designs regarding man, and who can grasp all that makes up the universal scheme?
DYING MAN – Anyone who simplifies matters, my friend, anyone, above all, who refrains from multiplying causes in order to confuse effects all the more. What need have you of a second difficulty when you are unable to resolve the first, and once it is possible that Nature may have all alone done what you attrubute to your god, why must you go looking for someone to be her overlord? The cause and explanation of what you do not understand may perhaps be the simplest thing in the world. Perfect your physics and you will understand Nature better, refine your reason, banish your prejudices and you’ll have no further need of your god.
PRIEST – Wretched man! I took you for no worse than a Socinian – arms I had to combat you. But ‘tis clear you are an athiest, and seeing that your heart is shut to the authentic and innumerable proofs we receive every day of our lives of the Creator’s existence – I have no more to say to you. There is no restoring the blind to the light.
DYING MAN – Softly, my friend, own that between the two, he who blindfolds himself must surely see less of the light than he who snatches the blindfold away from his eyes. You compose, you construct, you dream, you magnify and complicate; I sift, I simplify. You accumulate errors, pile one atop the other; I combat them all. Which one of us is blind?
PRIEST – Then you do not believe in God at all?
DYING MAN – No. And for one very sound reason: it is perfectly impossible to believe in what one does not understand. Between understanding and faith immediate connections must subsist; understanding is the very lifeblood of faith; where understanding has ceased, faith is dead; and when they who are in such a case proclaim they have faith, they deceive. You yourself, preacher, I defy you to believe in the god you predicate to me – you must fail because you cannot demonstrate him to me, because it is not in you to define him to me, because consequently you do not understand him – because as of the moment you do not understand him, you can no longer furnish me any reasonable argument concerning him, and because, in sum, anything beyond the limits and grasp of the human mind is either illusion or futility; and because your god having to be one or the other of the two, in the first instance I should be mad to believe in him, in the second a fool. My friend, prove to me that matter is inert and I will grant you a creator, prove to me that Nature does not suffice to herself and I’ll let you imagine her ruled by a higher force; until then, expect nothing from me, I bow to evidence only, and evidence I perceive only through my senses: my belief goes no farther than they, beyond that point my faith collapses. I believe in the sun because I see it, I conceive it as the focal center of all the inflammable matter in Nature, its periodic movement pleases but does not amaze me. ‘Tis a machanical operation, perhaps as simple as the workings of electricity, but which we are unable to understand. Need I bother more about it? when you have roofed everthing over with your god, will I be any the better off? and shall I still not have to make an effort at least as great to understand the artisan as to define his handiwork? By edifying your chimera it is thus no service you have rendered me, you have made me uneasy in my mind but you have not enlightened it, and instead of gratitude I owe you resentment. You god is a machine you fabricated in your passions’ behalf, you manipulated it to their liking; but the day it interfered with mine, I kicked it out of my way, deem it fitting that I did so; and now, at this moment when I sink and my soul stands in need of calm and philosophy, belabor it not with your riddles and your cant, which alarm but will not convince it, which will irritate without improving it; good friends and on the best terms have we ever been, this soul and I, so Nature wished it to be; as it is, so she expressly modeled it, for my soul is the result of the dispositions she formed in me pursuant to her own ends and needs; and as she has an equal need of vices and virtues, whenever she was pleased to move me to evil, she did so, whenever she wanted a good deed from me, she roused in me the desire to perform one, and even so I did as I was bid. Look nowhere but to her workings for the unique cause of our fickle human behavior, and in her laws hope to find no other springs than her will and her requirements.
PRIEST – And so whatever is in this world, is necessary.
DYING MAN – Exactly.
PRIEST – But is everything is necessary – then the whole is regulated.
DYING MAN – I am not the one to deny it.
PRIEST – And what can regulate the whole save it be an all-powerful and all-knowing hand?
DYING MAN – Say, is it not necessary that gunpowder ignite when you set a spark to it?
PRIEST – Yes.
DYING MAN – And do you find any presence of wisdom in that?
PRIEST – None.
DYING MAN – It is then possible that things necessariliy come about without being determined by a superior intelligence, and possible hence that everything derive logically from a primary cause, without there being either reason or wisdom in that primary cause.
PRIEST – What are you aiming at?
DYING MAN – At proving to you that the world and all therein may be what it is and as you see it to be, without any wise and reasoning cause directing it, and that natural effects must have natural causes: natural causes sufficing, there is no need to invent any such unnatural ones as your god who himself, as I have told you already, would require to be explained and who would at the same time be the explanation of nothing; and that once ‘tis plain your god is superfluous, he is perfectly useless; that what is useless would greatly appear to be imaginary only, null and therefore non-existent; thus, to conclude that your god is a fiction I need no other argument than that which furnishes me the certitude of his inutility.
PRIEST – At that rate there is no great need for me to talk to you about religion.
DYING MAN – True, but why not anyhow? Nothing so much amuses me as this sign of the extent to which human beings have been carried away by fanaticism and stupidity; although the prodigious spectacle of folly we are facing here may be horrible, it is always interesting. Answer me honestly, and endeavor to set personal considerations aside: were I weak enough to fall victim to your silly theories concerning the fabulous existence of the being who renders religion necessary, under what form would you advise me to worship him? Would you have me adopt the daydreams of Confucius rather than the absurdities of Brahma, should I kneel before the great snake to which the blacks pray, invoke the Peruvian’s sun or Moses’ Lord of Hosts, to which Mohammedan sect should I rally, or which Christian heresy would be preferable in your view? Be careful how you reply.
PRIEST – Can it be doubtful?
DYING MAN – Then ‘tis egotistical.
PRIEST – No, my son, ‘tis as much out of love for thee as for myself I urge thee to embrace my creed.
DYING MAN – And I wonder how the one or the other of us can have much love for himself, to deign to listen to such degrading nonsense.
PRIEST – But who can be mistaken about the miracles wrought by our Divine Redeemer?
DYING MAN – He who sees in him anything else than the most vulgar of all tricksters and the most arrent of all imposters.
PRIEST – O God, you hear him and your wrath thunders not forth!
DYING MAN – No my friend, all is peace and quiet around us, because your god, be it from impotence or from reason or from whatever you please, is a being whose existence I shall momentarily concede out of condescension for you or, if you prefer, in order to accommodate myself to your sorry little perspective; because this god, I say, were he to exist, as you are mad enough to believe, could not have selected as means to persuade us, anything more ridiculous than those your Jesus incarnates.
PRIEST – What! the prophecies, the miracles, the martyrs – are they not so many proofs?
DYING MAN – How, so long as I abide by the rules of logic, how would you have me accept as proof anything which itself is lacking proof? Before a prophecy could constitute proof I should first have to be completely certain it was ever pronounced; the prophecies history tells us of belong to history and for me they can only have the force of other historical facts, whereof three out of four are exceedingly dubious; if to this I add the strong probability that they have been transmitted to us by not very objective historians, who recorded what they preferred to have us read, I shall be quite within my rights if I am Skeptical. And furthermore, who is there to assure me that this prophecy was not made after the fact, that it was not a strategem of everyday political scheming, like that which predicts a happy reign under a just king, or frost in wintertime? As for your miracles, I am not any readier to be taken in by such rubbish. All rascals have performed them, all fools have believed in them; before I’d be persuaded of the truth of a miracle I would have to be very sure the event so called by you was absolutely contrary to the laws of Nature, for only what is outside of Nature can pass for miraculous; and who is so deeply learned in Nature that he can affirm the precise point where it is infringed upon? Only two things are needed to accredit an alleged miracle, a mountebank and a few simpletons; tush, there’s the whole origin of your prodigies; all new adherents to a religious sect have wrought some; anf more extraordinary still, all have found imbeciles around to believe them. Your Jesus’ feats do not surpass those of Apollonius of Tyana, yet nobody thinks to take the latter for a god; and when we come to your martyrs, assuredly, these are the feeblest of all your arguments. To produce martyrs you need but to have enthusiasm on the one hand, resistance on the other; and so long as an opposed cause offers me as many of them as does yours, I shall never be sufficiently authorized to believe one better than the other, but rather very much inclined to consider all of them pitiable. Ah my friend! were it true that the god you preach did exist, would he need miracle, martyr, or prophecy to secure recognition? anf if, as you declare, the human heart were of his making, would he not have chosen it for the repository of his law? Then would this law, impartial for all mankind because eminating from a just god, then would it be found graved deep and writ clear in all men alike, and from one end of the world to the other, all men, having this delicate and sensitive organ in common, would also resemble eachother through the homage they would render the god whence they had got it; all would adore and serve him in one identical manner, and they would be as incapable of disregarding this god as of resisting the inward impulse to worship him. Instead of that, what do I behold throughout this world? As many gods as there are countries; as many different cults as there are different minds or different imaginations; and this swarm of opinions among which it physically impossible for me to choose, say now, is this a just god’s doing? Fie upon you, preacher, you outrage your god when you present him to me thus; rather let me deny him completely, for if he exists then I outrage him far less by my incredulity than do you through your blasphemies. Return to your senses, preacher, your Jesus is no better than Mohammed, Mohammed no better than Moses, and the three of them combined no better than Confucius, who did after all have some wise things to say while the others did naught but rave; in general, though, such people are all mere frauds: philosophers laughed at them, the mob believed them, and justice ought to have hanged them.
PRIEST – Alas, justice dealt only too harshly with one of the four.
DYING MAN – If he alone got what he deserved it was he who deserved it most richly; seditious, turbulent, calumniating, dishonest, libertine, a clumsy buffoon, and very mischievous; he had the art of overawing common folk and stirring up the rabble; and hencecame in line for punishment in a kingdom where the state of affairs was what it was in Jerusalem then. They were very wise indeed to get rid of him, and this perhaps is one case in which my extremely lenient and also extremely tolerant maxims are able to allow the severity of Themis; I excuse any misbehavior save that which may endanger the government one lives under, kings and their majesties are the only thing I respect; and whoever does not love his country and his king were better dead than alive.
PRIEST – But you do surely believe something awaits us after this life, you must at some time or another have sought to pierce the dark shadows enshrouding our mortal fate, and what other theory could have satisfied your anxious spirit, than that of the numberless woes that betide him who has lived wickedly, and an eternity of rewards for him whose life has been good?
DYING MAN – What other, my friend? that of nothingness, it has never held terrors for me, in it I see naught but what is consoling and unpretentious; all other theories are of pride’s composition, this one alone is of reason’s. Moreover, ‘tis neither dreadful nor absolute, this nothingness. Before my eyes have I not the example of Nature’s perpetual generations and regenerations? Nothing perishes in the world, my friend, nothing is lost; man today, worm tomorrow, the day after tomorrow a fly; is it not to keep steadily on existing? And what entitles me to be rewarded for virtues which are in me through no fault of my own, or again punished for crimes wherefore the ultimate responsibility is not mine? how are you to put your alleged god’s goodness into tune with this system, and can he have wished to create me in order to reap pleasure from punishing me, and that solely on account of a choice he does not leave me free will to determine?
PRIEST – You are free.
DYING MAN – Yes, in terms of your prejudices; but reason puts them to rout, and the theory of human freedom was never devised except to fabricate that of grace, which was to aquire such importance in your reveries. What man on earth, seeing the scaffold a step beyond the crime, would commit it were he free not to commit it? We are the pawns of an irresistable force, and never for an instant is it within our power to do anything but make the best of our lot and forge ahead along the path that has been traced for us. There is not a single virtue which is not necessary to Nature and conversely not a single crime which she does not need and it is in the perfect balance she maintains between the one and the other that her immense science consists; but can we be guilty for adding our weight to this side or that when it is she who tosses us onto the scales? no more so than the hornet who thrusts his dart into your skin.
PRIEST – Then we should not shrink from the worst of all crimes.
DYING MAN – I say nothing of the kind. Let the evil deed be proscribed by law, let justice smite the criminal, that will be deterrent enough; but if by misfortune we do commit it even so, let’s not cry over spilled milk; remorse is inefficacious, since it does not stay us from crime, futile since it does not repair it, therefore it is absurd to beat one’s breast, more absurd still to dread being punished in another world if we have been lucky to escape it in this. God forbid that this be construed as encouragement to crime, no, we should avoid it as much as we can, but one must learn to shun it through reason and not through false fears which lead to naught and whose effects are so quickly overcome in any moderately steadfast soul. Reason, sir – yes, our reason alone should warn us that harm done our fellows can never bring happiness to us; and our heart, that contributing to their felicity is the greatest joy Nature has accorded us on earth; the entirety of human morals is contained in this one phrase: Render others as happy as one desires oneself to be, and never inflict more pain upon them than one would like to receive at their hands. There you are, my friend, those are the only principles we should observe, and you need neither god nor religion to appreciate and subscribe to them, you need only have a good heart. But I feel my strength ebbing away; preacher, put away your prejudices, unbend, be a man, be human, without fear and without hope forget your gods and your religions too: they are none of them good for anything but to set man at odds with man, and the mere name of these horrors has caused greater loss of life on earth than all other wars and all other plagues combined. Renounce the idea of another world; there is none, but do not renounce the pleasure of being happy and of making for happiness in this. Nature offers you no other way of doubling your existence, of extending it. – My friend, lewd pleasures were ever dearer to me than anything else, I have idolized tham all my life and my wish has been to end it in their bosom; my end draws near, six women lovelier than the light of day are waiting in the chamber adjoining, I have reserved them for this moment, partake of the feast with me, following my example embrace them instead of the vain sophistries of superstition, under their caresses strive for a little while to forget your hypocritical beliefs.
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The dying man rang, the women entered; and after he had been a little while in their arms the preacher became one whom Nature had corrupted, all because he had not succeeded in explaining what a corrupt nature is.

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This is an article from Playboy magazine, April 1984. It was written by E. Jean Carroll.

It was about 10 in the evening and I just left my friends for a private time alone. I walked wondrously in the streets trying to find a secure place away from the traffic noise and to have a cigarette. I found a park in between buildings and I knew then it was the perfect spot to be left alone. The park was quite empty so I had the freedom to sit wherever. I took a seat, lighted a cigarette, put my headphones on and just sat there, staring up at the night sky.
It was not too long after that my serenity was destroyed as a couple of rowdy teenagers passed by me. I was obviously startled. I didn’t notice that my headphones were detached from my mp3. I was obviously sleeping. I looked back at the time and noticed it was already 12 midnight. I was surprised the park still didn’t close yet. There were only a few lamp posts on so I guessed they would’ve noticed someone was still in here. Still being tired from my sleep I decided to stay on the bench just a little while to wake up.
I noticed I had a boner not soon after awaking. I looked around the park to make sure no one was around to see me. I listened carefully to hear the slightest clue of people. But there was none. I couldn’t hold myself any longer. I loved masturbating in public, especially in parks at night. It was that certain feeling of freedom, and cool air blowing around your junk that made it worth doing. I unzipped my trousers, and with one quick check to see if someone was around, pulled them down together with my boxers. I left covering a part of my body for the seat was sure to be dirty and cold. It sprung out, I looked at it and even in the dark it looked big! I started slow. Up and down, up and down, without touching the head of my penis. It felt magnificent. I started to go a little faster, spat on my cock for lubrication, and away I went. The cold breeze I felt on my wet fat dick wanted me to cum a mile.
Not soon enough I was on to it, a loud flapping noise circled around me. I went fast at a steady pace. It was sensationally brilliant. I went faster, and faster, and faster! My arm was growing tired, my muscles were showing and a few veins were popping out. I was a about to cum! My ass grew tight. I was lifting it away from the seat as I was about to cum. But right before my big finale, I heard foot steps. I quickly sat down and pulled my pants back up. I didn’t have time to zip up my pants for the person I saw was drawing nearer. I just quickly pulled the bottom of my shirt over it to hide my throbbing boner. I knew he saw me, but what would he want from me? Maybe he was just going to sit on the bench near mine I thought to myself. But I thought wrong. He walked straight up to me. There wasn’t much light but from his silhouette I could tell he was a huge guy. He asked me for a cigarette. I quickly took out the cigarette pack from my pocket but without thinking. I forgot my zipper was unclosed. My penis flew out of my boxers and I was so embarrassed. But hey, it was dark, hopefully he doesn’t notice. So I still calmly gave him a cigarette and a lighter. I was hoping he would leave soon after but no. And I didn’t want him to. When he lit his cigarette I saw his beautiful face and body. He was a total hunk! But there was a drawback, he was a security guard.
I didn’t know what to do, my cock was still rock hard and sticking out and I couldn’t move for he would surely notice I had a boner. He puffed a smoke and gave me back my lighter. After blowing it out he said, “Nice cock”. I was glad, but at the same time, embarrassed. I hoped he was joking. Since he found out my cock was already out, I decided to make a joke and said “Thanks, so you wouldn’t mind if I continue?”. But I was so hard, what could I do? I mean, a hot security guard right in front of me, come on, right after he leaves I’m surely gonna masturbate about him. But his answer was unexpected. “Would you mind if I do it for you?”. He, without giving me time to react, quickly bent down on his knees and started to jerk me off. Flap, flap, my dick went. This went on for at least a minute until he decided to give me a blow job. It was amazing! His tongue flew all over my cock! I moaned so loudly that I was sure someone must have heard. The guard quickly jumped from my cock into my mouth. He kissed me with some of my pre cum still in his mouth. It tasted good. We made out while he was on top of me.
He stripped off his shirt while kissing me and took off his pants and boots. He stripped mine off as well. We were both naked in the park. He pushed me down the length of the bench while he lay on top of me. The bench was surely cold that as my back touched it, my whole body shivered and my nipples grew hard. I felt his cock grow. It reached just under my rib cage. It was waaaay longer than mine. I was kind of jealous but still glad. This guy’s cock is enormous! He rubbed it up and down the length of my stomach. Just him doing that made me want to cum all over between us. He rubbed and he rubbed and without me noticing, he stopped and pulled my legs upward. I was having so much satisfaction that I had no idea what was going on. He jolted his huge cock down my ass. I opened my mouth but no yell came out. His thick muscular thighs bruised mine as he bombarded my ass with his lovely manly muscles. His sweat run down his beautiful hairy muscular body. His nipples erect, his ass sure to be tight. His face looked hotter when sweat dripped down from his hair. His beard was getting all wet as well. He banged me harder and harder. Harder and harder.
He pulled himself out. Just the sensation of his cock getting out of my canal was rather, well, sensational. He was grabbing my knee as he did so. He pushed my legs down as I still laid on the bench flat. He worked his way through the bench to finally have his legs spread across both sides as his balls dangled in mid air on top of mine. He grabbed my cock and lifted it to be straight. He slowly pulled himself down and let my penis in his magnificent ass. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I guess I was more satisfied than he was. He quickly went up and down my naked cock. His balled flapped on my stomach as his large cock flew wherever, slapping my stomach as he went down and slapping his own when he went up. Not soon after I was about to cum. He quickly sat up. He then again laid himself over me, now thrusting himself thru and fro. Our penis’ colliding. And went harder and harder. He breathed heavily as he bit his tongue. His muscles were growing and growing. And then…. It was magnificent. Our cum flowed gracefully between us in a pool of manliness. He still rubbed himself slowly on me smiling. I smiled back then we kissed.
Big question was, how do I clean up the mess on me? He simply answered my question by pulling me, shirtless, into the night. The cum still on our hairy bodies cooling us down as we ran after our midnight fun. He brought me to his apartment. I was expecting a towel but he looked at me and said, “I’ll lick it off for you”. He pushed me towards the wall near the window and knelt on the floor. His long sharp tongue slashed through my stomach, licking both our cum. I looked out of the window noticing the view. I saw directly from the window was the bench I was sitting on. Clearly he was watching me. Well, it all was fun. Doesn’t hurt to take seconds.

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I was in topix and one of the subjects was Incest and the usual stuff 6th grade moron stuff short copy. So I did this response and it got long enough so I am posting it here. It just came to me so I wrote it cleaaned it up some but no real story boarding, more like a post. If you like it okay if not still okay.