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Julian kept his cock busy, pounding Beth next with his usual vigor, much to her gratification, but this was certain to be the last screw before lunch for him. He definitely felt hungry, and he doubted that he was alone, either. Even so, how could he arrange things to feed the children separately, which he felt was necessary in order to avoid exposing them to what the adults did?
He came to a quick decision, one with sensible motives behind it. Eric and Jerry needed their own group, one just for gay men, so it would help to separate them from the other groups for the moment. For now, at least, they could keep it in their pants while discreetly scouting for possible recruits among the adults on staff at Gunslinger Pizza Parlor, one of those pizza arcade locations geared toward families. If they found someone, they could call on Julian and pull the man aside from him to work his will on the guy.
“So, that’s your situation for now. I really do think that you guys would be better-off with an all-male gay household, one large enough to satisfy you mostly among yourselves, but small enough to be intimate. You could set the standard, lead the way to the future of gay manhood, with a group of perhaps seven to ten men. It could also form the backbone of your militia unit, much like the Theban Sacred Band. Though that’s just a germ of an idea at this stage. Still not sure about that, but the idea of a Gay Blade Brigade has a certain appeal, doesn’t it, whether practical or not? You’d still interact with us, of course, and you could raise certain children together, so this would be great practice for that,” Julian instructed them to take the kids to Gunslinger’s.
“Works for me, Boss. At times, I’m a kid at heart, too, so a chance to do something innocent and watch the kids just be kids and play a bit will be good for me. One’s life isn’t all sex and politics, or business for that matter,” Eric Lansing noted, though it didn’t keep him from lightly fondling Jerry’s ass as they got dressed and decent to lead the children to the pizzeria.
“Plus, we get pizza for lunch, too. Unlike some snobs, I love Gunslinger’s cheesy, gooey pizza,” Jerry chuckled, while Julian contemplated where to take the others for lunch.
“Me, too, as it happens, believe it or not,” Eric laughed, even as one of the men assigned to one of the groups stood and walked over to them.
“My name is Devin McKenna, and ... I’m gay. I’ve realized now, so I’d love to join this ninth group, the all-male gay one. What do you say? May I join it, please?” the man, who turned out to be one of the choir members, told them, while one of the ushers also stood.
“I’m Stephen Lennart ... and I’m gay as well. I’ve been ... lusting for Mr. McKenna in particular, but fighting it. I’m engaged ... and he’s married, but I think that both of those relationships were phony and are now dead. The engagement’s off, Millie,” Steve Lennart told his fiancee and the congregation, even as Nellie McKenna fainted for a moment and Millicent Grover threw her engagement ring at Steve.
“So, a little reorganization, that’s good for sure,” Julian smiled as he felt Beth cumming and he erupted inside her sweet cunt, “and, hey, that’s more pussy for the rest of us, at least for now, though I might well choose to create all-girl lesbian group in time. There will have to be some straight sex for you, even so, for both breeding and social bonding, but look on the bright side ... I’ll make the sacrifice mutual. More than a few straight folks will have to try gay and lesbian sex when I deem fit as well. I’ve decided that it’s best for the group to have this happen, but just not too frequently. A shared experience, even shared discomfort, brings a community together.”
Julian then got dressed and led the group out of the church once they were clothed ... for now. He reserved the right to make them undress all over again ... and he had plans for the eatery that he selected as well. They were about to come under his spell as well, under his thumb, part of the grand design of deconstructing and reconstructing society at large. Once the staff and patrons were safely his, they would help spread his message, too, and his power would continue to grow. He aimed to have the whole town reject the traditional, organized churches in favor of his new faith, but this was just the start. Before too long, the county, and then the state, soon the United States, and eventually, the world, would be his.
As Julian arrived at Calhoun’s Buffet, a sort of haven for Southern, down-home comfort food aficionados, he had the makings of his new church and militia ... and most importantly, community, all running in his mind. The whole operation required the kind of ruthless efficiency brought by having a single-minded individual in full command, and luckily, Julian Vaughan was just such a man. He had plans for the town, and soon, the county, plans that would make it a model state within a state, as well as a base of operations for the takeover of Texas itself, followed by the Union and the world. At the same time, his church would also grow and bring with it the necessary fifth column to aid his conquest of the planet.
There was a hostess or clerk at the register, a middle-aged woman with a nametag named Lorraine, blonde hair tied up in a bun, though Julian could tell that it was bleached. He’d peg her as a brunette, but they’d find out either way, he decided, when the time came. First, they’d eat and let everyone develop a false sense of security before he struck. The wedding band on Lorraine’s left hand was freshly missing, leaving a classic “cheater’s mark” that indicated a recent change of marital status. Well, she’d be moving on very fast, Julian smirked as he thought about the prospect of screwing the woman, who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties at most.
“Hello, sugar, welcome to Calhoun’s, everyone. I’m Lorraine. It’s mid-day, so you’ll all be paying the lunch cover charge, which is 8.50, though feel free to leave tips for the bussers. We don’t have waiters, of course. Oh, wait, are any of you guys over fifty-five, hon?” Lorraine drawled, not that her Texas accent was out of place, this being East Texas, of course.
“As far as you’re concerned, we’re all over fifty-five. Are we clear?” Julian tested the ability of his mind to use inference to control others as well as direct commands, knowing that he could resort to those in a pinch.
“Very well, then, darlin’. That will be 7.50 per adult, so that’s... , “ Lorraine calculated the sum with so many adults.
Her eyes grew a bit wide, especially as Julian handed her the money that he seized from the offering plate earlier, which was more than enough to put some in the tip jar for her and the bussers as well. Julian then tested his influence and control by openly slapping Nellie McKenna’s butt in front of Lorraine, much to the hostess’s shock. Instead of protesting, Nellie found herself pressing her ass against his left hand to invite more of Julian’s disciplinary action. As they walked toward their tables, he then put his right arm around Millicent Grover’s waist as if to claim her as one of his women, too. Then again, they were all his women ... and all his men now, including Lorraine, though she didn’t know it yet.
They walked over to their tables, a long set of them, due to their group, which most would mistake for simply a church social circle (well they were, but not your typical sort), and then Julian led Nellie McKenna and Millicent Grover over to the salad bar. He groped them the whole way there and slipped his hands up their skirts to steadily lower their panties, much to their arousal as well as their embarrassment. As they were recently very single, not that it would make a huge difference, Julian wanted to take full advantage of the opening to assert his power and dominance over them, sexually and otherwise.
“Now, you’re both very wet. I want you to make your salads, but instead of using dressing, squat over each other’s salads and cream yourselves on them, using pussy juice to flavor them. Yes, Nellie, your salad will taste like Millicent, and Millicent, the same goes for yours. It will taste like Nellie. I also want you two to feed each other ... sensually,” Julian ordered the two lonely women, even as he walked over to Gloria Sanchez and began making his salad with a wink to her.
“What can I do for you, then, sir?” Gloria asked him, truly eager to win favor with her new religious and community leader.
“You can feed me while I feed you. But first, I want you to squat over my salad so I can taste your pussy on it, the same way that these two ladies will do for each other. Yes, that’s good. This should be very yummy indeed, I think. Salad with a feminine flavor and essence to it. I wonder if perhaps this can become a thing, women bottling their pussy juices to put on salads. Not that I have anything against traditional dressings, just wanted to experiment. Oh, and squat over your own salad as well, get a taste of yourself, of what I’m sampling,” Julian directed Mrs. Sanchez, who winked at him, and then at Cyrus while she followed his instructions.
Cyrus was a little busy at the moment, due to Tommy constantly twerking with him as they tried to get their soups, but he grinned anyway, pleased to see his wife so thrilled. Gloria was certainly a very popular woman and she was his wife, damn it! He still felt jealousy, of course, but he fought that back with the help of a new sense of pride at how sexy his own wife was, how much she had men rising to the occasion. Well, with a sweet twat and an ass like hers, why not? She also had very fine tits, for that matter, and her delightfully earthy skin on her legs showed where her sundress stopped. She was a Tejana beauty for sure.
As they sat down, Julian noticed that others were watching the group intently, including one of the busboys who couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sandy. His visible reaction was very impressive, in the form of a boner, and Julian abruptly decided to mix business with pleasure after all. He had already been playing at it. There would be plenty of food to eat, and time to do so, in between romps, so why not kick things off?
Julian also laughed when he noticed that George and Sherry couldn’t keep from doing more than just feed each other. The Methodist minister even had his mouth on his wife’s exposed nipples for a moment, taking the cat out of the bag for sure ... there was no sense in pretending now, especially once Raymond began fondling George’s cock through his pants and Sherry played footsie with Alberto. When Beth parted her legs just enough to let Felicia and Will go under the table to eat her out together, her moans as they did so gave them up anyway.
“Annie, go grab Lorraine and just start making out with her. I want to see what she does in response. Tommy, go ahead and suck Cyrus’s cock. You clear want to do so anyway, so why not? Sandy, let Duong over there experience the beauty of your sweet ass, which he evidently craves. Duong, don’t fight it. Let Sandy lube you up and ride you, reverse cowgirl, with your dick buried in her luscious booty,” Julian directed people, intent on getting things started with the people in the buffet.
“Come on, sweetie. You want this ass? Take it! It’s yours for now,” Sandy invited and encouraged Duong, as she began actively sliding up and down on his prick with her delectable bottom.
Meanwhile, Tommy’s mouth now engulfed Cyrus’s cock, inhaling him down to the nostrils as he let the bank manager fuck his face. Tommy, by now at least, gloried in being a twink, in seducing men as well as women, in letting them pleasure themselves with his smooth, young body. He loved the taste of Mr. Sanchez’s dick and of his precum, not to mention the salty smell of his sweaty balls as he deep-throated the older man. While still trying to eat, Cyrus had trouble focusing on anything but the wonderful tongue that bathed his private parts with its soft, wet caress.
“Fuck my ass, please, Cyrus! Bend me over and take me from behind!” Tommy urged Cyrus, who was only too thrilled to start plowing the back field, lubing him and lining up his prick to invade Tommy’s cornhole.
While this happened, Nellie McKenna had her face buried in Millicent Grover’s gash, her tongue wanting more of that sweetness of her womanly au jus. The somewhat older Nellie lapped hungrily away at the young Millicent’s honey-colored body, tasting her twat with great satisfaction, while the formerly engaged Ms. Grover screamed her name and held her head in place. Nellie grabbed Millicent’s cheeks and held on for dear life as the latter began bucking her hips with a vengeance in response to such ecstasy. One thing was sure: they were both hooked on lesbian sex, men or no men. They were probably still bi, but they definitely weren’t straight!
As for Lorraine, she was helpless against Annie’s charms, her jaw dropping and her eyes growing wide as saucers while Mrs. O’Dell undresed her and started to lick her entire body. Lorraine couldn’t help but surrender to the Irish divorcee as she felt that tongue explore her every spot of flesh, bringing her past the point of no return. When Bob O’Dell walked over to join them, he found Lorraine’s sweet pussy so ready for entry that it felt like a very damp glove that softly stroked his cock in ways that were impossible to ignore or overlook. Nor did Annie show any resentment, her eyes dancing with delight as she worked as a team with her ex-husband to service the hostess with their various body parts.
“Eat me ... eat me out now!” Annie directed Lorraine, while Bob continued to plunder her depths, his dick sliding in and out with a real power to it.
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