Silence filled the room.
“I am the cave spirit. This is my home. This is a funny party you’re having here, but I’m good with it. Back in the day, before the white people came, we had parties in here at least once a moon. The Native Americans knew how to have a good time. All the cocks and tits a girl could handle. It was the stuff. Then the puritanical Europeans came. All a girl does is try to have a sexy little cave party and the next thing you know, people are getting burned at the stake. What’s up with that? Bring back the parties!”
“Ahem,” the pastor cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I am in charge here. I thought this was to be the second coming of the Lord, not . . . this. We heard your whispering about a body, about coming.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a good fuck? Yes I need a body. I need a hard cock up my ass. But the second coming of the Lord? Wait, you’re one of the witch burners, aren’t you. Okay – everyone who is with this guy – get out of my cave. Anyone who wants to party can stay, bring your friends, lets get naked, dance, fuck, and do things we will regret tomorrow. But you witch burners gotta go.”
Silence reined for a few minutes. Then the pastor and the congregants who were still huddled in the back started up the ramp out. Those who remained were reaching for their phones, probably to call their friends.
The spirit turned her eyes on the four of us.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I gave birth to these three,” my mother said, indicating her three offspring. “They were taken from me as children. They are now adults and we were just reunited over the past three days. We have gotten close.”
The spirit giggled. “You looked pretty close a few minutes ago. Mommy issues. That was fucking hot.” She winked. “Just do me a favor, can you bring back the parties? A girl gets lonely.”
I walked to the edge of the dais and called out to the remaining crowd. “What are you guys doing on Saturday nights for the next, say, millennia? Anybody want to party with a hot cave spirit?”
A cheer went up.
“There’s your answer,” I said.
She smiled. “You four are special, you are connected, you share a bond. You honor my cave with your presence and are welcome here any time. Now let’s get this party going again.”
Someone had brought a boom box and suddenly the cave was filled with a thumping beat. Cora and Sheena moved to the front of the dais and picked up their stripper act right where they had left off. Soon they were in an explicit 69 on the stage. A couple naked church girls jumped up and started bumping and grinding next to them. The rest of the remaining congregation were dancing, stroking, or fucking.
The cave spirit pointed to the altar. “Is that an altar of the witch burners?”
“Yep.”
“Let’s desecrate that bitch. I haven’t had a cock up my ass in a couple hundred years.”
She walked to the altar and leaned over it, stretching her ass wide. Instead of pink, her ass flesh was creamy white. Someone had brought my mom’s duffel bag of sex aids and tossed it on the dais. I dug out the lube, but the spirit stopped me.
“You don’t need that. I’m a cave spirit. My secret places are always deep and wet.” She winked.
I stroked my cock a couple of times to bring it completely to attention, then slid my pulsating purple meat into the spirits ass, slowly, letting her enjoy every inch. She moaned as I entered her.
My mom took the lizard-like dong from her toy bag, lubed it up and plunked it on the altar in front of the cave spirit. Climbing on top of the altar, my mother spread her asshole wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Arching her back, she slid her gaping ass down the gargantuan dong until it was entirely inside of her, the she pulled the spirit’s mouth to her pussy that had been stretched open by the pressure inside her asshole. The spirit slid her long tongue deep into my mom’s waiting snatch. My mom moaned, her nipples hard as rocks and pointing to the sky as the spirit plunged deeper into her, and I pounded my cock into the spirit’s waiting ass.
I glanced up and saw a line of people were starting to make their way down the ramp – mostly college aged kids but also some older folks. They carried kegs and coolers and were in various stages of dress or undress – though most were naked by the time they reached the floor of the cavern. The impromptu dance floor that had formed was made up of two factions, one side were the dancers, and the other side were the fuckers and strokers. Tits, clits, and cocks were everywhere.
Cora and Sheena were now using strap-ons on each other, probing all of their holes with gusto. Any aperture that wasn’t being plugged was hanging open from having just been plugged. The two other girls who had joined them on the stage were in a make-out session with their pink pussies pointed at the crowd.
It was nasty. It was glorious. It drove me into a frenzy. I rammed my cock harder and harder into the spirit’s ass.
She groaned. “Pound that thing. Don’t be gentle!”
I reached around and felt her tits as I pumped. They were soft with hard nipples. She had a pleasant earthy smell, like you might expect a cave spirit would have. She squeezed her asshole against my cock, causing her creamy flesh to slide in and out of her asshole against my cock with each stroke. The sensation of the cave spirit’s asshole was indescribable. I felt my balls tighten as I shot my second load since we had entered the cave. The spirit groaned. My mom leaned forward, her cunt gaping even wider, and the two dissolved into a deep soul kiss while I unloaded shot after shot into the cave spirit’s ass.
I pulled out, my cock still dripping pearls. The moment I was free of the spirit’s ass, Cora and Sheena sucked at my cock, drinking every drop they could from me. Even after I was dry, they kept going. It didn’t take long until I was hard again. They brought me to the front of the dais before the growing crowd that had to number fifty or sixty by now. They tag teamed my cock with their mouths, sucking it all down their throats, flicking their tongues across the head. Within minutes I was ready to shoot again. Cora grabbed my cock, pointed it at the cheering crowd and stroked it until I shot thick ropy threads into the audience, to a raucous roar.
My mom came up behind me. “You’re not thinking of getting soft yet, are you?” She pushed onto my back and sucked my cock until it got hard yet again. She climbed onboard, and the blue cave spirit pulled her creamy, gaping cunt wide open above my face.
Everything just blended together. An endless stream of orgasms, of my sisters’ bodies, my mom’s body, and the cave spirit’s blue skin. Finally, hours later, we all lay on the dais as the last of the party-goers filtered out.
We were utterly spent, but utterly satisfied.
* * *
It was a hot mid-September evening. I walked inside. My sisters, who had moved in, were in their rooms studying but my mom was out in the pool. I stripped and joined her.
“You were over the cave?” she asked.
“Yeah, her wi-fi was wonky, I had to fix it.”
“I guess she appreciated your work. Your money shot is already up on her OnlyFans.”
Since we were going to have parties in the cave for the foreseeable future, we had decided to deck it out. The throne room was the dance floor. The chamber to the east was a pool and jacuzzi. And the chamber to the north had three stages with brass poles. We had hooked up wifi and got some tech for the cave spirit. She took to social media immediately and, for a girl who never left her cave, she was the hottest thing on the web. Her OF, CaveCunt, was in the top 5% and her Insta and TikToks pushed the limits of what the platforms allowed. Her Twitter had made #ThatStalagmiteThang the hottest tag of the month.
My aunt and grandmother were trying to get back in her good graces and had almost succeeded. I figured it wouldn’t be long before I was pounding my grandmother’s ass at one of our regular cave parties.
“That cave spirit is one hot property,” I said.
My mom straddled me, reaching down and stroking my cock.
“Is she as hot as your mommy whore?” she asked.
I was at full attention. My mom slid her pussy slowly down my cock, squeezing her muscles as she did so, eliciting a moan from me. She pressed her soft, pendulous mom-tits against my face and settled into a slow, steady rhythm.
“No,” I said, closing my eyes as she worked her magic. “Nobody is as hot as my mommy whore.”
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