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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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While the Living Gods were spreading Their message of love upon the waters of the Puget Sound, They took two lesbians as their sluts—Chantelle and Lana. Both were lovely to behold. But despite bathing in the Gods’ love, treachery bred in their hearts and they caused great sadness to the Living Gods.

—The Gospel of April 7:20

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

“Aren’t they a wild pair?” I whispered to Chantelle, my new wife. She was a slim brunette with the face of an angel.

“She is beautiful,” Chantelle answered in her sexy, French-Canadian lilt.

We were on our honeymoon and, instead of whale watching, I had been staring at the sexy redhead. I loved my wife, and I couldn’t believe that I found a woman more beautiful and graceful than my Chantelle.

But there she was.

“We should go say hi,” I purred, my pussy itching in my panties. I hugged my wife tighter. “What do you say?”

“So we can be fingered like all the other women?”

“Doesn’t that sound fun?” I arched my eyebrows. “I know how much you like to have fun.”

Chantelle and I had our share of threesomes. There was always a dancer at Déjà Vu that wanted to have some after-hours delights. And I always needed satisfaction after a night working as a stripper. Between exposing all to the horny guys, and watching my sexy coworkers—including my hot wife—strip and tease on stage, I was a horny mess that needed satisfaction.

That’s how we met. I had fallen in love the first time I had seen her step out on stage. Chantelle moved with such grace.

My wife looked at me. “I guess we can have fun.” Then a naughty smile crossed her lips. “All those other women really seemed to be enjoying themselves.”

“That’s my naughty wife.” I leaned in, giving her a kiss, then took her hand and we walked across the ship to the redhead. I barely noticed the guy fucking her. He paled in comparison to the majesty of her.

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Mark Glassner

“Aren’t the orcas magnificent?” cooed a woman with a sultry, french accent.

A brunette woman, with short, boyish haircut, slid up to the railing beside us. She was a short, with the graceful, slim body of a dancer. She was dressed in black, skinny jeans that hugged her hips and ass and a maroon blouse with a deep, v-neck. A second woman, tall with dirty-blonde hair and blue highlights, stepped behind the French woman and hugged her. She was a curvy beauty in a lacy, white blouse and pleated, black skirts that showed off gorgeous, tanned legs. Both wore matching diamond wedding rings.

“I know,” agreed Mary, her cunt gave a pleasant squeeze on my cock; Mary was getting excited by the two women—I knew I was. I drew my hard cock through Mary’s cunt, and thrust back in. “So beautiful and exotic.”

“I’m Lana,” the blonde woman said with a slight Slavic accent. She had the round face and prominent cheekbones of an Eastern European. “And this is my wife, Chantelle.”

“We’re on our honeymoon,” Chantelle purred, her eyes flashing with excitement.

“Congratulations! I’m Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark.”

Then Mary leaned in and kissed Chantelle on the lips. Lana giggled, licking her lips. Mary released Chantelle and then kissed Lana on the lips. Mary’s pussy tightened on mine as she made out with the blonde.

“You are a divine kisser,” panted Chantelle

“Thanks,” Mary smiled, breaking the kiss.

Lana swayed, licking her lips. “Oh, yes. Just divine.”

“I love your accent,” I said to Chantelle, my eyes appreciating her gorgeous figure “What part of France are you from?”

“Saint-Jérôme in Quebec,” she lauged, “but I live in Dupont, now.”

“We live in Dupont,” Lana said, pouting.

“Sorry.” Chantelle kissed her wife.

“You’re forgiven.” Lana caressed her wife’s face, then said, “Last year we bought this cute little house. It’s very cozy.”

Chantelle smiled wickedly. “Mmhh, very cozy,” she cooed and wiggled her shapely ass against her wife’s groin.

“So how’d you two meet?” Mary asked.

“We met dancing,” Lana asked. “We both work at Déjà Vu in Lakewood. And one night, Chantelle was on stage and I was working the room, you know, looking for a guy who’d want to buy a lap dance. When we made eye contact, it was like, eh, electricity shot between us. As Chantelle danced on stage, it was like she was dancing only for me. When we got off work, I took her home and we made love for hours.”

“You’re strippers?” I blurted.

Chantelle gave me a frost stare. “Exotic dancers.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, taken aback.

“I think that’s so romantic how you met,” Mary said, and slid her hand across the railing and caressed Chantelle’s arm.

Chantelle eyed us up and down. “Are you fucking her, right now?” she asked with a naughty smile.

“Just enjoying the sweet embrace of my girlfriend,” I answered slyly.

Chantelle laughed and was about to say something when Lana excitedly pointed. “Ohh, look at her jump!”

An orca had burst momentarily out of the dark-blue waters of the Sound. Lana hugged Chantelle excitedly, rocking her wife about in her embrace. Mary kept stroking Chantelle’s arm, dragging a finger lightly up and down her silky skin. Chantelle smiled at her and eyed Mary lustfully with her hazel eyes.

“You two are wild,” Chantelle confided. “Lana and I enjoyed watching you finger that Asian beauty.”

“I would love to finger you, Chantelle,” Mary said as she caressed the French-Canadian’s arm.

“Hey!” Lana protested with mock-outrage. “That’s my wife!”

There was an excited twinkle in Mary’s eyes and I knew what she desired. I grabbed Lana’s arm and pulled out of Mary’s pussy. “Hey, Lana, lets me and you have some fun over here. Your wife is in some very capable hands. So relax and let me do what I want and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

Lana didn’t struggle as I pulled her a few feet away. Mary and Chantelle kissed, their lips smacking, heat growing between them.

“They are so hot,” she moaned as I rubbed her plump ass. “I need some of that loving. My pussy is so wet.”

“Don’t worry,” I whispered in Lana’s ears. “I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to love it.”

Lana shivered and I captured her juicy lips in a kiss. Then I spun her about, rubbing my sticky cock on the back of her skirt. Then I lifted her hem up, exposing her curvy ass covered by powder blue, lacy panties. I pulled those off the cheeks of her golden-brown ass. It was sexy seeing no tan lines on a woman’s ass and I imagined this voluptuous women lying naked on the side of the pool, glistening with oil.

I slid my cock between her legs and found the wet, shaved lips of her pussy. I stroked along her slippery groove, savoring the feel of her silky labia on my shaft. Then I pulled back, guiding my tip through her folds, and shoved into her wet tunnel.

“Oh, fuck,” Lana moaned, her cunt squeezing pleasantly on my cock. “That’s nice. Ohh, it’s been a few days since I had a cock in me!”

Chantelle shot Lana a look, then gasped as Mary yanked down Chantelle’s jeans and bright red thong down her hips. They tangled about her ankles, and my girlfriend shoved the woman’s ass against the rails and tribbed her, fucking her clit hard into Chantelle’s.

“Oh, yes!” moaned Chantelle, writhing on Mary’s hips as Mary sucked on her neck.

Both newlywed lesbians gasped and panted as they were fucked. Lana’s pussy squeezed about my cock, her hips pushing back into my thrusts. The blonde reached out and captured Chantelle’s hand. The lesbian brides gripped each other tight as their pleasures built.

I pounded her hard, her pussy milking my cock. Lana threw her head back, moaning as an orgasm rocked through her body. She got off quick. I slid my hands up, squeezing her heavy tits as I pounded her.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Lana moaned. “Flood my cunt, stud.”

“I’m going to flood your lesbian cunt with so much cum,” I growled in her ear, pinching her nipples through her dress.

She shuddered, another rippling orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy massaged me, milking my balls, eager to get my cum. My thrust grew hard as the tip of my cock itched, begging for another release. My balls tightened, my orgasm building,

“Shit! Here it comes, slut!”

“Yes!” she gasped.

I buried into her and my cum exploded out of me, flooding her warm pussy. “Fuck, that was nice!” I gasped, kissing Lana’s neck, breathing hard.

Chantelle and Mary were writhing, grinding their pussies together. “You gonna cum for me?” Mary hissed into Chantelle’s ear. “Is your dirty cunt gonna cum on my pussy? Are you gonna cum on another woman while your wife watches?”

“Yes, oh yes,” Chantelle moaned. “Watch me, Lana! Watch me cum!”

Lana squeezed her hand. “Cum, cupcake.”

Mary and Chantelle came together, bucking wildly against each other. “I’m cumming, Lana! Oh, it so sweet!”

Satiated, Mary broke her embraced with Chantelle and stumbled next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Lana and Chantelle embraced passionately and kissed. Now it was Lana’s turn to trib Chantelle.

“Can we keep them?” Mary asked as the lesbians came.

“Sure, Mare,” I told her, liking the idea of having a pair of married lesbians for sex slaves. “Lana, Chantelle, you’re going to be our sluts forever.”

“Really?” Lana excitedly asked, breaking her kiss with her wife.

“Yes,” I nodded. “You’ll do whatever nasty, depraved thing that Mary or I tell you to.”

“Yes, Master,” Chantelle purred in her sexy accent.

Mary and I stood, arm in arm, and watched the orcas play in the Puget Sound accompanied by the sounds of passion from about the ship. The orcas were magnificent beasts, graceful and powerful.

When the orcas disappeared beneath the waves, and the Sound Explorer 2 turned to head back to Anacortes, Mary turned and kissed me. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears beading her eyes. “This was magical.”

I caressed her face. “It was,” I answered, cupping her chin, and kissed her.

* * *

Doug Allard – Tacoma, WA

“This is the guy you’re following?” Tina asked, peering over my shoulder.

I was at home, working in my office. I had finally nailed down who this Mark guy was. I had been working a very routine case, following a suspected cheating wife for Brandon Fitzsimmons, and it had grown weird yesterday. Desiree Fitzsimmons was clearly cheating. And with several individuals. As I dug into their identities, I stumbled onto something, well, that I couldn’t easily explain.

It was like magic.

Last night, before going to bed, I set a program to trawl through Facebook, searching every photo, trying to match it to the surveillance pics I had shot of the mysterious Mark. Fifteen minutes ago, I had a hit on a Facebook page belonging to a Sandy Glassner.

“My son Mark at his graduation,” the post had read. “Been going through old photos.”

Mark Glassner didn’t have his own Facebook page, and I couldn’t find his phone number in the white pages. Not that unusual, a lot of young people these days didn’t bother with landlines. But his parents were a different matter. Sandra Glassner listed her spouse as David, and there were two David Glassners and three D. Glassners in the phone book. Those were good odds.

“Yeah,” I nodded, turning to my wife. She had a tray with a sandwich on it. “Why, do you recognize it?”

“He’s on the news. The cops are after him.”

“Really?” I asked. I had been so busy I hadn’t had time to watch any TV. I grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite—pastrami, spicy mustard, and a crisp dill pickle. “Thanks,” I smiled. “So why’s he on the news?”

“He’s behind that Buy Best Incident. All those people had an orgy because of his gas.”

I had heard about the terrorist attack. It made a lot more sense if Mark was involved with his strange ability to make people what he said. “Do they know it was actually gas?”

“That’s what the authorities say, why?”

I swallowed, looking at my wife. “This is going to sound weird, but the guy’s strange. He can do things.”

“Like what?”

“Things.”

Tina gave me a frown. “That’s not helpful.”

“All right. Yesterday, I was on the phone with Mike, a guy who had a connection to Mark. Well, Mark walked in and just made the guy do things. Weird things.”

“With a gun?”

“No. He just told the guy something and the guy obeyed like he had been hypnotized.”

Amusement glinted in her eyes. “Are you pulling a prank on me?”

“No.” I explained it all to her. Brandon’s sudden, abrupt behavior, Mark shacking up with his wife and two other women, Cynthia and Vivian’s new love, how Mark had traded his shitty car for a brand new Mustang, and Mike and Minnie’s bizarre, cuckolding relationship.

“That’s unbelievable.”

“You’re the one that just told me he made an entire store full of people have an orgy. How else would you describe that?”

She sat down in a chair beside me. “Oh, God, Doug. This is…serious. You need to call the police.”

“And, what? Mark could just command them to walk away.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Find out what the hell is going on.”

“Oh, Doug,” she sighed. “If this guy is really so dangerous, why don’t you just walk away?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. I couldn’t really explain it. There was just something so wrong about what this guy was doing. “Brandon’s paying me well, and I’ll be careful and keep my distance. It’s not like the guy’s actually killed anyone, or hurt anyone. He just makes you…do weird things.”

A smile suddenly played on Tina’s lips. “You just want to be part of an orgy.”

“Yep!” I laughed. “You got me.”

Humor had always been Tina’s shield from my job. It started when we first dated and I worked the beat as a Tacoma police officer. “I got some phone calls to make. I have a line on his family, and I want to learn more about this guy.”

“Okay. I trust you’ll know when to pull out.”

I nodded, squeezing her shoulder for reassurance. “It’ll be fine. I’m being careful.”

To be continued…

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