A congregation of a hundred thousand, lead by seven priestesses..

  A sprawling line tracing up a towering monument of steel & gss..

  Bzzzzt..

  Bzzzzt..

  Bzzzzt..

  My hand fumbled, drowsely reaching for the offending phone

  Bzzzzt..

  Bzzzzt..

  Bzzzzt..

  There was an odd resistance, a soft pliant and warm sensation beneath my hand. Where the hell was it. Opening my eyes, I let out a wordless gasp, I found it vibrating at the foot of the bed. Sure enough on it's dispy was Venisha, her expression, as usual, full of solemn promise, no doubt wanting to know if i required her services.

  That wasn't what took my breath away, though it was a close second. It was the slim arm draped over my chest, the slight weight on my legs and the warm breath pouring lightly on my balls. For a brief moment, nothing made any damn sense. How in gods name did I wake up in bed with two women.

  My hand however, had no issue of confusion. It slipped the up ft belly of the the beauty at my side. Moving more out habit than any real intent, I cupped at her firm and bare cherry tipped tit, filling my hand with the soft resilient perkieness, of a woman in her prime.

  My other, automatically moved to tucked a locke of hair behind the ear of the girl sleeping in my p. I felt, good. More than good actually. I felt as if I'd were the sole winner of a 200 million dolr powerball lottery. In short, I felt on top of the world.

  Suddenly the bedroom door opened and in strutted a third woman naked, still pespireing after a hot shower. Her elbows arked through the air, deft hands moving behind her neck to air out her damp blonde hair. It was pure happenstance, a coincidence that her bare slippery pink nipples happened to be angled in my direction, at just the right time.

  Without warning, it all came crashing down on my head with the force of an atomic bomb. The disipation of inhibitions and subsequent blur of daily orgies. My growing thirst for hendoism. Normal people didn't wake in bed with two women, but for me, it was the bare minimum.

  "Mmmm morning Vance", Spooned at my side, Abigail moaned lightly as she woke with nguid yawn. An pyful expression fell across the young woman. Smiling sleeply, she rolled on top of me, trailing a string of long, sloppy kisses along my neck and jawline before dragging the rock hard points of her supple breasts to y at rest on my chest.

  Out of my peripheral I saw Kisara settle to knees to next to Samantha's still slumbering form.. Behind her pale blue eyes, burned an unstoppable desire to serve and obey.

  "Good morning Vance, she sang in a happy little trill, before I felt her lips gradually swallow the fist sized head of my dick. Her hands soon joined, as did her tongue, diligently caressing every st broadening inch as her palms inexorably spread wide.

  Wide awake, My head hit the pillow. Ohh... yessss.. the simplfied morning ritual. How could I forget. It was a far cry from the usual triple blowjobs I had forcefully weaned myself from. But by no means was it any less fantastical, or dissociative. I wasn't just a lucky man getting blown as a morning arm. Here and now, a woman gratfully and eagerly submitting erself before my pleasure.

  I couldnt look away even if I wanted to. The way her throat distended unnaturally, the tender care she took to service every st inch with her undivided attention.

  Ughghhh.. fuck

  It was toe curlingly sublime. It was fantastic. It was also, coming from my girl's, an expected due. After all, morning wood was to be expertly polished. It was too much to fully comprehend this early in the morning. So i didn't. Clinching my eyes shut to avert my gaze from visual gratification of Kisara's enthused veneration, I focused on the other less overt sensations pouring over me, like say, Abigail's soft cleavage pressing against my chest or her warm lips tenderly sucking at my ear.

  Letting out a shuddering, pleasure induced groan, There would be no respite or reprieve from hedonistic inevitabilities this early in the day. I'd just have to ride it out. There was simply no time to pn ahead. It couldn't be helped.

  Letting out a shuddering pleasure induced groan, I managed best as I could and grabbed hold of whatever I could reach to ground myself, anything that would slow my gliding descent down the unending slippery slope of indulgence. But no.. it was as if a mockery of fate had decreed that I should never want of gratification. Instead of a nightstand or a chair, I found a fistful of sikly blonde in my left and finger spying, domed perfection in my right.

  At the seeming demand, Kisara's head bobbed, faster, her groans growing louder, more guttural and full of unholsome relish.

  "Ohh Vance.. the Samantha mewled, her expression flushing with the rosy hue of accomplishment, her eyes fluttering open in drowsy a smile. Her's was the first ass of the day I'd apperently 'decided' was worth grabbing. The smooth expanse of her cheeks filled my hand easily, threatening to swallow it whole with the slightest bit of pressure. Unhinkingly, I showed my appreciation, granting that cheek, a hard, deep assenting squeeze.

  A voice of unremitting temptation, slowly rose in my mind. Its warped decree, urging me to take immediate action. Go ahead it whispered; ream that all damn pussy, pound those round juicy asses, strech their tight little throats out like fucking condoms. Make them all, howl your name in unholy bliss like the little fucktoys they are.

  N.. no.. I won't give in, not so easily.

  BZZZZT..

  BZZZZT..

  BZZZZT..

  Upon unlocking my phone & gncing at it's contents, my breath exploded through my teeth in silibant rush of air. It was filled to the brim with messages from the Volbahn's and their associates. Scrolling down the list of texts, my jaw tightened. I counted at least nearly two dozen in the st two hours, all with accompanying images.

  two revealed at least a dozen more My jaw dropped. There were so many at least a dozen.

  5:10am.. Cindy: Any further instructions? Attached was a picture of her cleaning her gun, wearing nothing but a bck cy corset and pair stilettos.

  5:24am.. Voire:

  Don't forget to ride me when come back.

  Kneeling on her hand & knees and wearing nothing but a saddle perched on her magnificent ass, she looked back at the camera with a sacious grin.

  5:27am.. Vera:

  You promised, PROMISED ME!!! you'd take all my holes. HURRY up back home and cim what yours.

  There were two gifs, each no less dick hardening. One had her jamming three fingers in her pussy & the other showing her mauling a pair of fat, juicy.. cherry red nipples.

  My breath hitched momentarily.

  5:28am.. Victoria:

  Blondes brunettes redheads, something special? What ratio would you prefer from the local university. It wasn't a picture of her, but of many beautiful woman the aforementioned college campus.

  5:30am.. Valeri:

  Itzy and Bitzy miss you!

  Hers was a raised shot of her face writ with longing and desire, her left hand drawing across her chest, vanishing into it's incredible depths.

  5:40am.. Vivian:

  "Are you sure those little girl's can really satisfy you?" She sent short a gif, a panning shot of her peering down the unmistakable swell of her cleavage, only to bounce on her toes.

  Several breaths ter, my thumb moved to shut the the phone off? but before I did, one st text filled screen with a zy violet & grey gaze and a wide serene smile

  5:45am.. Vanessa:

  I shall nurture your needs you any time of the day, for as long as it takes. It was a side profile of her sitting lounging in a chair, smiling serenely as she pinching at a fat pair of distended thimbles, causing them to spray forward in an arking white mist.

  In.. hold..

  Out.. exhale..

  The phone found itself flung at the end of the bed with a hiss of air. They wanted me back, back to a state of existence, far too improbable to belive was real. Over there, guard rails didn't exist, nor potential negative consequences limiting my actions. The only thing thing that had managed to keep me from stumbing over the deep end, were my own paper thin rules of contact.

  Going back right now, would completely eviscerate the fiction of normality and humility and I'd been clinging to. But even with my own imposed rules of conduct in effect, they nearly weren't enough to keep the Volban's from inadvertently hip checking me off the cliffs edge the moment I stopped looking at the big picture.

  In.. hold

  Out.. exha-

  "Gurlkk.."

  Manhandled Kisara, I yanked her lips off of my prick and gently could manage, and shoved her on her ass.

  Enough...

  If I started the day like that. It'd go downhill, fast. For that reason alone, I couldn't leave Kisara to her own devices, not for long. She was just too damn fucking eager to please. Sooner or ter she'd rile the others up, and then..

  Turning my focus away from the blonde cheerleader, I started paying attention on Samantha, more particurly, her ass. Turning her over so she y face down, I dragged the crown of my dick down her spine, leaving a thick messy trail of sticky pre, to pool and seep between the deep crevice of her back.

  Letting go of the beast, I looked on in mild gratification as more than 5lbs of charcoal bck dick, fell on Samantha's back with a heavy wet thud. , The sight was so utterly absurd, my eyes insisted that the monster was an illusion. The thing was too damn thick and too fucking long, no sane woman on earth could possibly want that much dick all day everyday.

  My shoulders shook in silent manic ughter. I felt.. godly. It had to be the sheer sheer visceral contrast of size that was messing with my head. Having parricpated in more sex in single day than ever I fantasized about. I couldn't help but feel.. overwhemingly virile, otherworldly potent beyond any reason or expnation. It was an inescapable truth that wouldn't go away just because I had a mental breakdown every now and then.

  Nesting my shaft deep between Samantha's jutting cheeks, my hand swung down with an ear splitting cp. Pressing myself against the young woman's back, her ass spread out beyond my hips, globur robust and firm.

  Kisara's pair of lightly tanned arms slipped from behind, wrapping me in lovers embrace

  Ahh..yeah, that felt real good, good enough to distract me from thinking to deeply of what I was about to do. But then she had to open her damn mouth.

  "Show that bitch who her fat ass belongs to. Her crooning voice whispered in my ear.

  Fuck..

  Turning to her, I mashed my lips to hers. Responding eagerly, she welcomed my probing tongue as it set about brazenly caressing her teeth.

  "Oh god.. please, use me again Abigail pleaded. I'll be your doormat, your cum bu-"

  -be quit- A single trembling finger pressed to her full & pouty lips, immediately shutting her up, another guided the mentally deranged woman to her knees.

  Staggering backwards a bit, my mind whirled with selfish and perverted thoughts. They spun faster and faster, dizzying me with carnal deights waiting to be delved into and explored.

  Without a moments hesitation, I wrapped Samantha's wholesome Dominican breed cheeks around my prick and.. basked. Not one to waste an opportunity to serve, Abigail dove right into my p, slobbering all over the massive testicles that had settled over Samantha's round ass cheekes, coating them with fresh coats of spit and saliva.

  Oh.. god.. it was too much. Grabbing of anything I could use to brace myself, I held onto Kisara and nestled my head on the crook of her shoulder, only for her let out a long horish moan at the seemingly intimate contact.

  "Hmmm.. your so thick baby." The silky caress of Kisara's complicit hands put that conviction to the test. Guiding the gzed, drooling missile over Samantha's ass, she non to gently parted her cheeks with it, she lead the way to her tight puckered star.

  With a surge of incontestable lust, my hips lurched forward. Grabbing hold of Samantha's hips, I charged forward. So fucking tight. Before my pleasure hazed senses, her tight puckered star, in rank defiance of physics, stretched wider than my fist, easily conforming before the supernatural force invading it.

  "Unnhhh.."

  Fuck it, I was already in, may as well plow it forward.

  [Pap.. pap.. pap..]

  "Uhhh..ugh uh..uh..uh"

  I.. I didn't want to stop. Moreover, I don't think I could. There were no fucking brakes in pce.. Abigail pretended, god bless her soul, but all she really did was simply ease off the gas.

  My hips swung zily causing Samantha to gently rock to and fro. I wasn't in a hurry, I only had all fucking day and night long to dick them all to my hearts content.

  "Ohhhh.."

  Pulling out I took a short moment to collect my thoughts, a slow burn would get me through the day of carnal sin, just as it had yesterday and the week before.

  Nearly stumbling I Reached around Abigail's waist to guide the enthralled young woman to her feet. Nearly bowling her over, I ended up wound up jammed my dick back into Samantha, burying it deep into her core. Leaving no doubt of her pride as a shameless enabler, Kisara nestled her nose between my ass cheeks.

  "Hmmm.. slurlp. Mmmm.. scuurlp... Mmm.. scurlppp.

  My head rolled to the right, then to the left, just in time to see Abigail's smile widen at the chance to offer her cherry red nubs before my thirsting lips.

  I kept it simple and for the most part, succeeded. One at a time, that was the self imposed limit I barely managed to stick to, sometimes two if i was feeling generous. Foursomes, those I reserved for good behavior.

  But then those damned texts brought it all rushing back in a hard.. restraint shattering, reality check. Sex was no longer a simple and enjoyable affair between man and woman, no. It had become a transformative experience of unparalleled perversion that drew women towards a neverending pursuit of what I so desired.

  Grabbing Samantha by the wrists, I pulled them back harshly, all pretense of subtlety, flying out the window. With a loud and unmistakable crack of flesh, her ass suddenly rippled into motion.

  "Ah.. ah.. ah..ah..ah.. ahhhggg.. ahhhh.."

  The sound of a woman in the grip of passion was unique to every person.

  Bucking and rolling her hips, Samantha responded in equal measure with kittenish mewls that trampled over of my family raised principles with spiked heels

  The symphony of her voice was music to my lust bitten ears. The scent of conformity, the raw desire to be more obedient to my overreaching demands. It Never failed to drag me into action.

  Oh.. fuck... it was too much.

  Samantha took all given to her. Moreover, she was rger woman of the three, and not just her prodigious ass. What was more notable thought, was in how she reacted. She didn't howl or shriek in mind emptying rapture as I pounded her ass like a jackhammer. No, all she did was happily y down and let me trod over her dignity each.. and every.. damm.. time. The relish she experience from me doing as I damn well pleased with her body, was as hard hitting a shot of heroin in the veins. Naturally, I had the one any only cure for her addiction.

  Clinging to my legs, Kisara svishly pped, slurped and suckled at the sticky, cum encrusted state of my balls, dutifully cleaning up the remnants of st nights activities.

  Ohhh.. shittt

  I was gonna cum. And It would be instilled with heavenly pleasure and sinful gratification. Unable to hold back the unholy rush, my head snapped back and I saw stars.

  The first surge, against all logic, physically blew out Samantha's belly, filling it up, not by a lot but enough to know what caused it was anything but natural.

  My senses were afme. The orgasm came in pulsing waves, dipping and rising. The moment I pulled halfway out , Abigail and Kisara's, warm tongues appeared from both sides, prompting me to plunge right back in with a torrid wet squelch. The two cooed, lost in world of sexual delirium, as they suckled at the pearly deluge pouring over my balls.

  Wrapping my arms around Samantha and hugging her close, I rode out the monstrous climax, erratically bucking against her pillowy ass with messy wet sps of flesh, until it mercifully came to an end.

  My world became a dangerous haze of copacetic bliss. Everything was right with the world. Abigail was necking me, whispering promises to help me fuck over the next victim I pointed my dick at. Kisara, masterfully stroking the unbowed hardness of my dick, looked on with a reverent gaze as she beheld the aftermath of my expressed desire.

  Part of it was due to Kisara's with her impassioned 'cleaning' of my balls even she stroked my dick while aiming it at Samantha's prone form, dousing her in yers of hot sticky white. Mostly though, it was the indelible truth that came with being the centerpiece of a self perpetuating orgy.

  Venisha insane advice, immediately came to mind. ~They are yours Vance. Can you not see how readily they respond to your glory of your will.~

  I stood there, unmoving and unthinking, basking in two distinct brands of overpandering sycophany. The feeling was in a word, glorious. Eventually, they id themselves prone next to Samantha, offering their bodies before my insensible lusts.

  "Vanc-" Kisara didn't even get a single word in before I moved, more out of habit than any real thought.

  Manhandling Kisara on her back, I pnted her leg over my shoulder and aimed the absurdly thick, weapon of mass destruction, at her sopping wet pussy. Being in no mood for subtlety I slipped her on my dick in with obscene, lurid wet squelch. For a whole minute, I did nothing but revel in the perverse sensation of her body stretching and conforming before the immensity of my dick. Staring bnkly at the mind boggling sight of the long cylindrical bulge reaching up past her belly, I decided to flex on a whim.

  Suddenly Kisara jerked upright, not of her own viotion, but mine.

  "Aieeeee.." she screamed

  I did it again, more forcefully and she howled, her eyes rolling back as mind razing pleasure broke who she was down to the bedrock, and reforged her anew.

  As lingering post haze gradually lifted, awareness of my actions gradually faded in. I had a young woman literally hanging in the air from the hardness my dick. How in the hell was this even possible. More importantly.I slipped.. and fell right back into the habit i worked so hard to ween myself of. Py of pying with my girl's like they were toys.

  Unfortunately, the bare flicker of guilt wasn't enough to stop me from pumping her arcoss my dick a dozen of so times. My ungrounded teenaged fantasies of being an alpha male, were firmly in the driver's seat. And Tunneling my vision so narrowly till all I could think of but to fuck, was the backdrop of two women i had spent weeks upon weeks ying to bed with. Once I had my fill from a couple more ball soaking, gratifying pumps of Kisara's pussy, only then did I pull her free of my dick.

  "Oh god.. oh god yes.." she ranted. "This pussy is yours, aways now and forever" Narcissistic pride swelled in my heart, threatening to wring my thoughts dry of the st few remaining drops of reason. Looking down it at the three delirious, blissed out women, I had a sudden epiphany. Who would stop me if I didn't stop myself.

  The answer was chillingly simple. No one and nothing at all. It certainly wouldn't be a trio of sycophantic widows throwing themselves at my fetishes whilst their mother poured entire fortunes into destroying my principles with newfound entitlements. Nor would it be any force of nature that sidelined anyone who dared stand in way of my worldly pursuits.

  Without any expnation, I left the pile of women. I needed to cool off. It was bad enough I'd fallen into the habit of objectifying them this early in the morning. I needed a goal, something work and focus on besides fucking all day and night long. I couldn't continue to live like this, something had to give.

  As my thoughts wondered aimlessly, Kisara began to giggle, the volume growing louder and louder as it reached a crensendo of unapologetic luncy, only then did it becoming manic and unhinged. Feeling decidedly unclean, I made my way to the shower.

  Not careing hot water to wait for it to warm up, I stepped into the freezing spray. My thoughts almost immediately jerking towards Vanessa Valeri & Voire's relentless efforts to instill and saturate my every waking moment, with entitlements of flesh.

  Just thinking about the insane women, forced me to recall in explicit detail, what I did with their daughters. I couldn't get the sound of Vera's gleeful ughter as I immobilized her against a wall with just the sheer force of exertion of my dick.Grounding the fat python, between & across her plush cheeks and against her spine, felt better than good. So much so, that I ended up gzing her neck and a good portion of her hair in many, many thick coats of translucent goo.

  From there, It didn't take much dredge up Vivian grinding her bare, sopping wet pussy as she sat astride my dick. Her feet dangled above floor as I inhaled her puffy areo, and slurped & thered up every single fucking.. st inche of those ripe melons with spit and heaps of lust.

  At some point Victoria had joined in, gliding to her knees, unspoilt rapture lightning up her eyes when I grabbed fistfuls of silky chestnut red and jammed my dick down her throat. She hummed and mewled, her whole bearing, awash with the unspoken expressions of contentment, because for her, being forcefully inducted as a convenient cum dumpster was a prize she had earned.

  The whole scenario sounded like the fucked up fever dream of a horny a teenager who watched far too much porn. But dispite the sheer.. overwhelming absurdity of it all. It was no figment of my imagination, no mere hallucination, It had actually.. happened. By themselves, the heterochromic cousins were the best thing a budding hedonist could ever want in woman. Living wet dreams who became overjoyed whenever I decided to look upon and grace them with an exploratory touch.

  Ughhhh…

  My fist rattled the gss, the loud imapct momentarily overpowering the droning cadence of the shower.

  A wordless sob escaped me. What the hell was I to do with all this god damn pussy marinating my dick in sin, let them build the foundation of a feildom right under my own damn feet. I felt overwhelmed, out of control and untethered from reality. No answer came. Not one that made a damn bit of sense.

  Peering into the mirror clear pane of gss, I took a good look at myself, unable to hide from the the otherworldly perfect scowl staring back at me. I no longer looked like any creature on earth nature could produce. not even close. My light brown complexion had darkened drastically to a smooth, luminous charcoal bck. The bubulous double chin I could never get rid of, gone. All that remained, was the godly sculpt of a chiseled jawline.

  Being a gym rat didn't hold any appeal to me, exercising just to look good for someone who would just pity me once they found out i couldn't speak, appealed even less. Not really putting any effort into it, I posed, and the body of an ebon deity flexed. The corded muscles under my arm rippled, drawing taut, as I lifted a massive shoulder and drew my hand to an airtight fist.

  I looked on, mentally numb. Doughy soft pectorals, nope, not anymore. Only two solid sbs of granite on a wide barrel of a chest.. remained. My palm swung down in in blur of motion, instead of the usual 'pap' of a protruding beer gut, the sharp crack of an unyieldingly firm eight pack etched in stone, cracked against my ears.

  It didn't even sting.

  Leveling a fist, I nearly smashed the mirror in a fit of anger. I didn't like what I saw, at all. There was no sign of Vance Ventura, a man's who's obtainable goals were porn and the occasional long stare at a burntout stripper. I saw.. yers and yers of muscles, built not the foundation of mans fws, but something else.. something which shouldn't exist. Perfection.

  An entity stood before me, it's unnatural physique so perfect, it physically drew women torwards it like a bck hole. It was a walking disaster that cared not for or about the status quo it effortlessly trampled over merely by existing. My gaze fell low, fists clinching with the effort to still my thoughts.

  An then there was my dick and balls. Within the rge sac of my scrotum, y a pair undefatiguable ovoids the size of overripened grapefruit. And Hanging limp just above my knee, y a massive but dormant, pilr of onyx.

  It wasn't a narcissist, never did I dream of having the sort of physique that drew double and triple takes. But I understand now, just a bit what an ego trip it could be. There was a weighty presence that hadn't existed before. My dick.. it preceded me with every step I took, making the contents of my p jostle and sway like never before. I was massively endowed, as such, upon stepping into a room, every single woman present, took immediate notice.

  I couldn't really say i didnt enjoy the attention, because I did. Unwanted or not, The almost physical sensation of my ego being stroked and massaged, made me feel important influential powerful, seperate and apart from everyone else.

  Novelty aside, it wasn't something I knew how to deal with socially. In my heart, I was still the ugly mute most people didn't know how or even want to communicate with. Pushing thoughts of vanity and gushing pussies away, I barely noticed the door to the shower gently slid open and close shut.

  A moment ter, The prolonged spray of cold water, almost but not quite managed to chase away the dick hardening mosaic of the non too distant past. I groaned, wrapping the godly muscle in my hand, or tried to. The thing was so dammed thick, I needed both hands to fully encircle it. It's sheer mass and weight dominated my senses, serving as a constant reminder of the life of unending deabuchery and vice I'd been stranded in.

  Hysteria bubbled in my gut, threating to overwhelm me. This.. this was real. There was no guessing or room for misinterpretation. Whether I believed it or not didn't matter, This.. thing between my legs, had transformed me into an irresistible force. I could no more keep women from seeking me out, than I could freeze the sun into a ball of ice.

  "Vance.." Abigail's shy voice asked. "Can.. can i join you."

  The ungodly thick muscle dangling above the floor, lurchching upward with a hard wet thump against the gss door. Heavy spurts of viscous precum swiftly followed, copiously frosting the surface in translucent goo. The otherworldly decadent and profane acts of gratification would continue unabated.. whether I was ready or not.

  I didn't have to turn around to know she was there, eager to serve and obey. Sweeping an arm aside, I gestured for her to approach. Girls asking for permission to bathe with me on the daily? It was something I'd fantasize about as kid about, an object impossibly I had fully accepted would never happen.

  Turning My gaze turned towards Kisara's room where an orgy had been hastily put on hold, and back again at the pliable young woman staring back at me. An indulgent grin, untethered from any restraint or social consequence, tugged hard at the corners of my lips. With an effort of will, my expression remained impassive.

  Sigh.. I didn't.. want be a bad person. I'm not a bad person.. really. However, the degenerate opportunities rushing towards me, didn't care if I was a saint or the devil himself.