Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Pluto (It's not a planet)
_____ Introduction _____
Re-imagining of The Penetrator's short story, The Locusts. In this version, a girl summons a horde/swarm of locust demons to hunt down and take the soul of her sexually abusive father back to Hell for eternal punishment. This text contains weirdness, demonic beings, unrealism, errors, use and non-usage of contraceptives, group and interracial sex.
Locusts of Hell
Written by Norton5
<< Chapter One >>
The girl had nothing. Her name was Frieda Wynter, the only child of Horace and Julia Wynter. Julia had died some years ago and it had only been Frieda and Horace. Frieda was only fourteen when Horace had sexually penetrated her and taken her virginity. It had been non-consensual and had traumatized her. Put in foster care, she kept on being sexually abused by her guardians. They must have been inspired by her genius father to do those things to her.
Now she had nothing. Frieda had run away from the fifth couple who had taken her in. She was in an abandoned barn, out in the countryside. In her hand was an old bottle containing demon blood. She had acquired this from a dark arts shop in the town nearby.
Pouring the contents onto the barn floor, she uttered the forbidden words and a portal between Hell and Earth was opened.
Out from the portal came a horde of hideous demons. These demons were no ordinary ones. They looked like a cross between locusts and reptiles and stood six feet tall – a special breed of spiritual evil that was rarely utilized by both God and Satan. Now they were at the disposal of fifteen year old Frieda.
“You spilled the blood that is sacred to us,” said the leader. “What service do ask of us?”
Frieda trembled at the booming-hissing sound of its voice. “I want you to hunt down someone for me?”
“And bring them back to you?”
“No. Take them back to Hell where you came from.”
“Who is this person?”
“My father, Horace Wynter.”
“It shall be done.” The horde leader stalked out of the barn and his group followed after him. In a roar of locust demon wings, they shot up from the ground and into the air.
<< Chapter Two >>
Chelsea's right pointer touched and made signs on Horace's palm. “Your future is mysterious...”
Horace nodded as he looked at the gorgeous teenaged redhead trying to read his palm. It was all part of their game and neither of them actually believed it. She was sixteen and he was thirty-eight. They were sitting on her bed in her room. It was 3:53 in the afternoon on Monday. Horace had been invited over to help Chelsea with her homework and to fuck her up nicely so she didn't itch too much to fuck with teenaged boys.
What Chelsea and her parents did not know about Horace was that he was on the run from the law for sexually abusing his daughter. They thought he was a nice guy who recently moved into their town.
“Anything else other than mysterious that you can see in my future?”
“Mm, no, not really. Just mysterious,” said Chelsea. She was wearing a blue t-shirt and blue frilled skirt.
“Okay, then, let me do some fortune-telling of my own.”
“I won't be reading your palm. I'll be reading your pussy,” said Horace, smiling lustfully at her.
Chelsea blushed and leaned back. Horace pulled off her skirt and panties.
Petting her nubile pussy, Horace said, “Your future has a lot of homework and more homework.”
“Aww, no fair,” she said with a grumpy expression.
“But I also see myself helping you through all the hard parts and giving you some candy.”
“Ooh, I like candy.”
“This is a different kind of candy.”
“Oh,” she giggled. “Bad candy.”
“Yeah, really bad.”
Horace undressed and leaned forward to kiss Chelsea. He placed his hand on her pussy and rubbed it gently as their mouths worked together. They kissed for a minute and twenty seconds before Chelsea separated and said, “We should turn on the webcam. My parents want to watch.”
She went to her study desk and turned on the webcam that was connected to her computer which was networked with her parents' computer. They sent her an instant message confirming that they were receiving the live video feed.
After adjusting the webcam, she went back to her bed, taking off her shirt and sports bra.
Horace took Chelsea in his arms and kissed her as she collapsed on top of him. Her parents, watching from their room, could see her ass as she pressed herself into Horace's embrace. She humped her ass up and down, punishing his cock with her pussy, not yet penetrated.
They adjusted each other so that Chelsea had Horace's cock in her pussy and she was traveling up and down the length of his shaft. Her parents masturbated in their room as they watched the scene unfold.
She bobbed on his cock a hundred and four times before she rotated and rode him reverse. Horace took hold of her hips as she proceeded to ride his cock, cycling a hundred and twenty-three times, and experiencing three ejaculations of her own and four from Horace.
Horace adjusted their positions so Chelsea's parents could get a good side-view of him anally fucking their daughter doggy-style.
He pumped fast into her, making her body shake from his force. Pulling his cock out of her anus, he tapped it against her ass, winking at the webcam. Chelsea moaned as Horace plugged his cock back into her ass and pounded himself into her a hundred and six times. He ejaculated twice in her bowels and once on her ass for her parents to see.
Chelsea put the webcam on a chair near her desk and knelt on the floor before Horace. She jacked his cock for ten seconds before taking it into her mouth and sucking him deep into her. Taking hold of his hips, she impaled her face against his cock for seventeen minutes, giving her parents much pleasure in seeing their daughter perform oral sex up close.
Her lips and tongue working on his cock made Horace feel good and weird somehow. He half-saw a vision of monstrous locust creatures flying in a deadly swarm, hunting for him. The vision was so outre that he knew he wasn't daydreaming. It truly was a vision. He didn't ask why he had it, but he knew that having that vision was a bad thing for him.
Doing his best not to freak out, he allowed Chelsea to suck on him for two more minutes before he pulled her up and watched her swallow all the residual cum in and from around her mouth. “Yummy,” she told him.
Chelsea readjusted the webcam again on the corner of her study desk so her parents could see her do her homework. Horace had her sit on his lap, his cock balls deep in her pussy while she did one homework item after another. He helped her with anything that she found difficulty in doing, taking care to make sure she would know how to tackle the problems on her own next time.
Her parents sent instant messages at intervals, asking her to bounce on his cock for a while. She would entertain them by bouncing up and down. They couldn't see her pussy get fucked on his cock because the webcam was positioned on the desk surface level, but they knew what was in their daughter's pussy and drew much satisfaction from that knowledge and her self-impalement show.
When she had finished all her homework, Chelsea told Horace to fuck her missionary style for half an hour before he left. He did so while she held on tightly to him and he pummeled her pussy aggressively for five more minutes than the time she gave him.
Two days later, the local police were called in by neighbors who heard Horace screaming in terror and pain. They entered his house and found him naked on his bedroom floor with a gaping red crater on his pelvis where his crotch should have been. Something had eaten him out, literally.
<< Chapter Three >>
The dream was horrifying. Flames engulfed Horace as he danced manically on white-hot brimstone. There was no place to run to in Hell; it was all fire and brimstone, literally. Dylan Wynter shot up from his bed, sweating profusely. He uttered, Fuck.
It was now one year after the grisly death of his brother Horace.
Dylan and Horace had never been close, but there had never any dislike between them either. The police had told him that they thought it was a wild animal like a wolverine that had crept into his house unknowingly, and finding Horace inside, had made quick work of his balls and cock, including a large part of his pelvis.
A shape crawled through his window and he almost shrieked.
“Relax, Mr Wynter. It's me Dianne.”
“Shit, Dianne. You almost made me piss my shorts.”
Dianne was a Jamaican girl the age of seventeen who lived next door. She had glossy, orange-dyed hair that she kept a centimeter above her shoulders. Her eyes were golden brown and tonight she wore pink lipstick.
Going to sit on his bed, she smiled at Dylan and he pulled her to him, kissing her full on the lips and smooching her nose. She giggled and fumbled in his shorts for his cock. When she found it, she held it and stroked the thick sausage saying, “There you are.”
“I had a bad dream. That's why I'm all sweaty.”
“You didn't pee in your bed, did you?”
“It's damp from your sweat.”
Dylan gave her directions and she made a bed out of sleeping bags on the floor for them to sleep on with extra pillows.
“Thanks,” he told Dianne.
She smiled, “Don't mention it. Just kiss and fuck me for the last time.”
“Why the last time?”
“I heard some stuff.” She toyed with his cock.
“What kind of stuff?” He undressed her, making her naked for him.
“Someone told me you were going to adopt a kid, a girl about my age.” She tugged on his shorts and he pulled them off, naked as she was.
“Actually, I'm adopting my niece. Her name's Frieda. The System had a kink in its records and only recently got around to straightening things out. Now I'm the long lost uncle they never knew she had and I'm going to be a father to her because both her parents died.”
“So that means we won't be seeing each other.”
“She's in my age group, Mr Wynter.”
“Stop calling me that. I've told you a hundred times to call me Dylan. And her age won't stop me from being with you.”
“Yes, it will. I mean, it'll be weird coming over and she'll know what we're up to. By the way, I like Mr Wynter better. Fucking you and calling you by your surname is so kinky.”
“She's sixteen and should be about grown up by now. It should be easy for her to accept the fact that I'm fucking a nice, hot piece of teen ass at least twice a week.”
Dylan thought he heard the rubbing together of insect wings outside his window, like those of a grasshopper, except bigger. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” said Dianne.
“I thought I heard something.”
Dianne smiled. “Put your ear close to my mouth and you'll hear something.”
Dylan did as he was told and heard, “Put your cock deep in my cunt and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me so hard, Mr Wynter.” She began licking his ear and jacking his cock simultaneously.
Parting her legs, Dylan inserted his cock down into Dianne's pussy and fucked her hard for five minutes before massaging her boobs and sucking them for milk and pleasure. He kept his hand constantly squeezing her boobs as he plowed down into her cunt a hundred and fifty one times. Dylan ejaculated in her and laid on his back.
Getting on top of him, Dianne rode Dylan's cock, pounding down the length of his cock two hundred and twelve times, climaxing on him three times and receiving eight series of cum spurts from him in her vagina. She collapsed on top of him and they kissed happily for twenty minutes before falling asleep.
Dylan dreamed again that night. He saw a demonic locust swarm and Frieda riding atop the swarm leader's back. She was naked, wearing only silver-black bracelets on her arms, forearms, and ankles. She held a battle mace in one hand, and with the other, hand she gripped a large, long antennae on the locust demon's head.
The most startling thing in this scene was the sight of the entire swarm being connected to her by chains. Every locust demon had a chain looped around its neck and all the chains led back into one point: Frieda's lovely young pussy.
<< Chapter Four >>
Two days later, a foster care official brought Frieda to Dylan's home. She reminded him of both her father and her mother. They embraced for a long time and the official witnessed the signing of certain legal papers pertaining to the adoption of Frieda as Dylan's daughter.
That afternoon, uncle and niece went shopping at a mall in town.
“We're here mainly for clothes and whatever cosmetics you may need, but feel free to pick out anything else that you feel is necessary or interests you in any way,” said Dylan to Frieda. She nodded and they walked hand-in-hand into the mall.
The flutter of insect wings faintly filtered into Dylan's hearing as they went from shop to shop. Frieda picked out a box of Rhino brand condoms. Dylan didn't bother to ask her what those would be used for. After everything she had been through, she deserved to be cut some slack, maybe a lot of slack, though he would have to sit down and draw some guidelines as to how far that slack went.
They had dinner at a Russian restaurant and returned home at 8:20 PM.
“I hope you don't mind, Uncle Dylan. I invited some friends over.”
“Are they safe?”
“Very safe. Most of them know some form of martial arts, but that's not why they're coming over. You'll know when they get here.”
At 8:45, Frieda let a Pakistani, a Hopi Indian, a South Korean, and an Egyptian man into Dylan's house. They had come in a van. “Make yourselves at home guys,” she told them.
Dylan shook hands with all four men. Five minutes later, Frieda let in four women; one Fijian, another Taiwanese, another Nigerian, and another Chilean. They had arrived in a van as well.
Everyone gathered in the living room. Frieda took the floor.
“Good evening, everyone. Glad you all could make it. We're here basically to fuck.” Dylan gulped. “But you must also know the reason why.” She paused. “I was sexually abused at an early age in my life and the experience has caused much damage to my psychology. Tonight, I would like to remedy that damage and move on with my life, so let's enjoy this time we have together.”
Looking to the four male guests seated, she said, “You four will be fucking me.” Turning to face the four females seated in another place, she said, “You four will be fucking with my Uncle Dylan.” Facing everyone again, she said, “I want to thank you all for accepting the small amount of cash I offered you in exchange for your time and effort in tonight's activity. Let's all get in the nude and experience some sex, shall we?”
Everyone undressed, including Dylan, who was hoping that Dianne wasn't outside at that moment, spying through the window. She would be so pissed if she knew about this. He cast a quick glance at the window and jumped when he saw the horde of locust demons watching from the outside, some flew around the house while others stood on hind legs and looked in. They were hideous just like in his dream, but he knew what he was seeing wasn't a dream; the locust demons were real and they had some kind of connection to Frieda.
All the men, including Dylan, were given condoms and told to put them on. The men gathered around Frieda, while the women began touching and feeling Dylan's naked body.
The Hopi Indian kissed Frieda and squeezed her bare buttocks, pushing her against him. Picking her up, he took her to the sofa and laid her down.
The Egyptian stood over her and fed her his cock while the Hopi plunged his rod into Frieda's pussy, slowly thrusting his pelvis back and forth.
The Egyptian came in Frieda's mouth and she gurgled on the white slime for a moment before swallowing some, with the rest leaking down her cheeks.
Dylan watched all this unfold and became hard. His cock was taken by the Nigerian woman who knelt before him and sucked him off. After her, the Chilean led him to the recliner, where he sat down and she mounted his cock. She proceeded to impale herself on his cock for ten minutes, making him release his semen in her pussy in the ninth.
The Fijian knelt between his resting legs at the recliner and jerked his cock for a minute before sucking him for twenty-eight minutes. Sitting her ass on his lap, she maneuvered his cock and inserted it into her ass. She bobbed herself magnificently on his pole, her tight hole grasping around and sliding over his cock. For nineteen minutes she slapped her ass down awesomely on his lap, taking three cum loads from Dylan.
The Taiwanese woman occupied Dylan's lap after the Fijian left it. She kissed Dylan fiercely for five minutes before pulling his head down to her succulent breasts. She told him to feed and did just that, sucking two cups of milk from each of her breasts.
“Life is so short,” she said.
Dylan nodded and squeezed her boobs. She smiled and adjusted herself so she was sitting on his lap with her back to him. Dylan pushed his cock up into her pussy and she took in his full length all the way to his balls. For twenty-one minutes she pumped her pussy on his cock, climaxing on him and receiving a total of eleven strong cum shots in her pussy.
On the sofa, Frieda was hard-riding the Pakistani's cock, groaning and gripping the backrest of the sofa as her pussy traveled up and down the hard meat pole. She felt him shoot cum in her, but kept going until all the cum had been exhausted out of him.
The South Korean man was sitting next to them on the couch so when Frieda had exhausted the supply of cum from the Pakistani, she transferred over to his lap. Taking his cock into her pussy, she bobbed on his lap and bounced more energetically for fifteen minutes before gyrating on him. The South Korean placed his hands on her hips and spanked her ass lightly as she resumed bouncing on his cock. She held onto his shoulder and assaulted his balls with her ass, squeezing his cock in her pussy and milking it dry of five cum deposits.
At 11 PM, the group of men and women had showered and loaded into their respective vans, bidding the uncle and niece farewell. Dylan and Frieda watched them leave and went back into the house for a good night's rest.
<< Chapter Five >>
The next morning, Dylan awoke to find that he had no lawn, instead he had scorched earth surrounding his house. This was definitely a bad omen. All he could think was: Frieda, locust demon horde.
“Holy shit, what happened?” said Dianne, seeing the devastation from far off as she was heading toward his house. She ran and slowed abruptly as she came within inches of the scorched ground. “Dylan, you're okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but this isn't.” He pointed to the burned area.
Soon other neighbors came around to see what had happened to Dylan's surrounding yard.
“I smell sulfur,” said an older woman.
Dianne nodded, “I think you're right. I couldn't put a name to the smell, but after you said it, I remember this science lesson I had last year. We were examining elements of the periodic table. The one labeled sulfur smelled just like this.”
A man scooped up some burnt soil in his fingers and said, looking at it, “Is this some kind of practical joke or just crazed vandals?”
“No,” said a voice from behind him. He, Dylan, Dianne, and everyone else turned to see Frieda standing on the front porch, dressed in jeans cut short at the knees, and a yellow shirt. She walked toward them and looked around the area some more. “This is the work of locust demons.”
“Girl, stop talking nonsense,” said a woman with her twin toddler sons standing next to her.
Frieda gave her a look that said, You're an idiot. She scratched the area on her right wrist where her biodex chip was located beneath the epidermis. It was itchy.
Dylan heard the beating hum of large membranous wings and looked around him first, before he looked up into the sky. There. A sinister swarm of unidentifiable flying creatures flew over their heads. Everyone else saw it too. No dream. This was real too.
He felt a sharp pain in his forehead and everyone else felt a pain as well, either in their right forearm or forehead. The two toddlers howled and their mother fared no better, but held them to her breasts.
Everyone felt the same painful sensation: as if their biodexes were on fire.
“The End is near,” said Frieda.
Another swarm flew over from another direction. Brighter-than-sun points of light began appearing in the sky. Some watchers thought they could make out wings on each of the points. The swarms were attracted to the lights and flew toward them. As they connected, members of the swarm burst into flames and winked out of physical sight.
Frieda, once a again, got everyone's attention. “Does anyone remember the mass vanishing from six years ago?”
Heads nodded. It had been the freakiest moment in human history. Millions of people in every inhabited part of the globe had disappeared without a trace. Chaos ensued due to the disappearances of certain world leaders, celebrities, prominent people, and ordinary people. Planes without pilots took nose dives down into the earth and exploded, cars without drivers caused major accidents as did ships and trains. There were millions of other instances of damage, disorder, and havoc all around the globe.
At first, the vanishing seemed like a random thing, but soon the world realized that everyone who disappeared was a confessed Christian. Governments and many other organizations and individuals tried looking for them, thinking this was a plan for a hoax or sinister happening that these people had planned, but it was to no avail. The Christians had simply gone, and to where, nobody knew.
The Christians - or those who labeled themselves as Christians - who were left behind were very distraught. Some of this group shrugged it all off and gave up their religious convictions, while others expected a second rapture to take them away.
“It's over. We're all going to Hell,” was a remark a former pastor had made.
The most amazing thing was, life went on. Damages that occurred due to the vanishing were repaired and the new one world government was now stronger than ever and the global economy had improved. This was all due to the fact that there were no more Christians refusing to be “marked” with the biodex chip, which had caused a substantial drag in commerce.
Politicians and officials of large businesses had been worried when the global Christian community had first taken a united stand against the introduction of universal insertion of biodexes for every man, woman, and child on the planet. To them, the vanishing was a blessing in disguise.
It wasn't nice to force backward-thinking people into being part of the civilized world when they didn't want to due to a belief that it would be a sin. Pain in the ass, yes, but they were still human beings. However, some form of persecution had been in order for them, but now that they were gone, there wasn't any need for that barbaric behavior on the part of the civilized world. They could all go back to being wonderful, free-thinking, free-living people.
“Nice job adopting your psycho niece,” said a man who lived two houses down the block from Dylan. “I guess she must be a left over from that Christian movement that vanished.”
Dylan swung his fist and it connected. The man was rolling on the pavement and clutching a bleeding nose.
<< Chapter Six >>
After an hour, the neighbors dispersed, leaving Dylan and the two young women in his life.
Dianne held out her hand to Frieda. “Hi, I'm Dianne. You must be Frieda. I'm so glad to finally meet you.” She and Frieda shook hands. “I'm a friend of your awesome uncle. He lets me come over to his place and we get to do fun stuff... like watching television and cooking popcorn.”
Frieda nodded. “Cool. Do you think I'm nuts?”
“No. I have to admit that it is weird seeing those creatures, but so many strange things have been happening these few years, I'm prepared to think that those things are a result of evolution stepping up and going at a faster rate. Things are turning out for the better rather than worse.”
“You're a positive thinker?”
“That's the way I like it. Always look on the positive side.”
“That perspective can be misleading sometimes.”
They studied each other in silence. Dylan had retreated into his house.
“Have you had breakfast?” asked Dianne.
“No. I will soon.”
“Why don't you come over to my house? It's nearby. We'll have breakfast there.”
“I guess it would be okay...”
“Of course, it's okay. Dylan knows my family. He's been over once or twice.”
“Fine, let's go.”
When they arrived at Dianne's home, Frieda was greeted warmly by Dianne's mother and father. They set out a big delicious breakfast for the two girls and left them to it.
“Wow, this is fantastic,” said Frieda as she had an omelet.
Dianne said, “Breakfast is a big thing here at my house.”
As they ate, Frieda couldn't help but be slightly distracted by the sounds coming from beneath the basement. She finally asked, “Is there a workshop or something going on in your basement?”
Dianne brightened and said, “Ooh, I've got to show you that. A bunch of my dad's friends are down there right now. It's a gym, equipped with everything you need to workout and get physically fit.”
They finished breakfast and Dianne led Frieda down into the basement. Sure enough, there were a group of men pumping iron. They were all very muscular and sweaty.
When they saw Dianne, they broke into smiles and said hello.
“Hey, fellas,” she said. “This is my new friend Frieda. She's Dylan's niece. You know, Dylan, from the next street?”
“Yeah, hey, how you doing, Frieda?”
“Fine, thanks,” she said, shaking everyone's hand. “Wow, you're all so ripped. Really awesome. Could I touch your muscles?”
There were ten men altogether, five of them black, three of them Hispanic, and two of them Middle Eastern.
“She wants to touch some muscle guys,” said one of the Hispanics. They all hovered around her so she could touch their muscles.
“Wow, this is so hot,” she said.
Dianne realized that there was a strange energy around this girl Frieda. She could make things happen.
And soon enough, she was directing one of the black guys to remove her clothes. Frieda looked at Dianne and said, “I want you to be in this too. You're my friend, right?”
“Sure,” said Dianne, walking into the cluster and allowing the men to remove her clothes as well. One of them went to lock the basement door, while the others undressed the girls and themselves.
A group of twenty locust demons perched themselves on Dianne's parents house. No one went near the house, afraid of the creatures. Dianne's parents were not aware of the creatures, but they experienced a strange dulling of their moral senses and felt giddy and positive about everything. They were morally blinded by the power of the locust demons.
Down in the basement, a black man put Frieda on a rubber workout mat where she rested on her knees and hands, her ass invitingly put out for him. He filled her pussy with his cock and pummeled her pussy and ass for a good twenty-three minutes before shooting his semen into her womb.
One of the Hispanics also put Dianne down on a rubber workout mat. She put out and he plugged his cock deep into her pussy. Dianne groaned as she felt his sausage split and squash her pussy so wonderfully. She told him to go fast and hard. The man grabbed hold of her hips and pumped her for all he was worth. He shot eight jets of cum inside her pussy before he withdrew his tool, satisfied.
Frieda happily sucked on a Hispanic cock as she got her ass plugged fully by a Middle Easterner. The Hispanic grasped her hair and slid his beautiful cock back and forth through her mouth. She stared down his shaft as it worked its way between her lips. Frieda licked the shaft and head as the cock moved gracefully in her mouth. She looked up into the Hispanic's eyes and smiled at him while he filled her face with his meat.
The Middle Easterner groaned as he thrust his cock into Frieda's asshole for the thirtieth time. This girl is so hot, he said to himself. I'm so glad I came here today.
The man drilled hard into the Caucasian teen's tight asshole and shot warm semen inside her on his ninety-sixth round. He felt Frieda's sphincter tighten and his eyes rolled backward, losing himself in her heavenly cavity. He clutched her breasts and cupped-squeezed them as he rode her like a jockey and shot semen four times inside her young ass.
Dianne mounted the other Middle Easterner as he laid down on the mat. She bounced vigorously on his cock two hundred and fifteen times, punishing his balls so well that he cried out in ecstasy and shot crazy strings of semen all over the inner walls of her womb.
Dianne laid on top of a black man while a Hispanic covered her on top, pushing his cock into her anus, her pussy plugged full at the bottom with black sausage. Both men began pumping into her and she shouted in pleasure as their balls thumped wonderfully against her ass and pussy. They pumped her five hundred times and she received forty-one ejaculations from both of them combined.
The final event in the basement was Frieda being laid against the far wall. Two black men positioned themselves so that one crouched on top while the other was beneath her. They both pushed their cocks into her pussy at the same time. Frieda screamed and urged them to fuck her senseless. They pummeled her pussy for forty minutes, making her cum seven times and cumming in her eleven times altogether. At the end of that, her and Dianne's pussies and asses were heavily coated with semen.
<< Chapter Seven >>
Frieda and Dianne returned to Dylan's house to find him watching the television, eyes glued to the screen with an expression of horror.
“What is it?” asked Dianne. She went to sit beside him and stroked his lap. From that, Frieda knew instantly that their relationship was more than just friendly. But she cast any further thoughts aside to focus on her uncle's response.
Dylan said, “The National Board of Science says that three large meteors are heading our way. They also say there will be a rapid change in the global climate and some species will die out.” He looked back to the television screen where a female reporter was announcing that the first meteor would hit Mars while the second one seemed on a direct collision course with Earth.
“And the heavenly bodies were shaken,” said Frieda.
“Where did you hear that saying?” asked Dylan, terrified by the tone of her voice.
Dianne answered, “I think she read it in the book of Revelation found in the Bible.”
Frieda nodded and smiled sadly. Dylan put his head in his hands and sobbed. When he looked up, he saw two naked teenagers standing before him with lustful expressions on their faces.
Looking out the window, he saw demon locusts along with other types of demons fighting angelic beings, slaying and being slain, though not really dying.
The girls took him to his bedroom, undressed him and laid him down on his bed. They both rode sensuously on his back, massaging him with their lumbar regions, while he rested his head on a pillow.
Dylan turned over and Frieda impaled herself on his cock, while Dianne moved up to his face. He ate Dianne's pussy as Frieda rode his cock for an hour.
Dylan took Dianne doggy-style on the bed, fucking her hard for half an hour before Frieda assumed the doggy position and he pushed his meat rod into her pussy, fucking her thoroughly for half an hour as well.
Outside, the angels won the battle and piled the exhausted bodies of the demons on top of and all around Dylan's house. A super-powerful angel blew a trumpet and called down judgment on the writhing bodies of the fallen demons.
The meteor came earlier than expected and obliterated the house completely.
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