Chapter 61 - The White House
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This is part eleven of the time travel that Satan gave to Briana during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Briana has been transported to the final days of
the Third Reich. Ingrid and Briana. The two enjoy themselves in the White House
with the President and First Lady.
The voyage to America went smoothly. Ingrid and Briana worked on their
American English when they weren't engaged in sex with the President or his
advisors. The weather was good and the trip uneventful.
On the final day, Briana was standing alone on the flying bridge of the
Augusta as it entered Atlantic Fleet headquarters at Norfolk, Virginia. Ingrid
and Commander Tate were down below taking turns ridding Commander Elliot's
enormous cock. Lieutenant Perry was most likely shoving his dick into one of
their assholes timing each stroke to complement that of Commander Elliott.
Briana had decided to take a break from screwing the two officers and watch the
arrival of the cruiser into Norfolk.
It had seemed like half of the British Navy's destroyers had escorted the
Augusta to midway across the Atlantic before a sizeable American destroyer
escort met them. However that morning, the entire American Atlantic battle
fleet had sailed out to meet the President and escort the cruiser through
Hampton Rhoads and into the port of Norfolk.
As Briana watched the row of battleships, heavy cruisers, cruisers, and
destroyers surround the Augusta she understood what her father meant when he
said the war was lost when Germany declared war on America immediately after the
Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.
"Germany is finished. It's over. We will be crushed," said her father at
breakfast. He was seated at the breakfast table reading the newspaper. Briana
recalled that he was dressed in his Wermacht General's uniform. He was assigned
as the chief of intelligence for Field Marshall Guderin and had just returned
from the Eastern Front.
"That's defeatist, you should be ashamed. We can beat the Americans," snapped
Briana back at her father.
"You don't understand. America is an industrial giant. If we shoot down a
hundred bombers a day, they will build five hundred. They will drown us in men
and equipment. They will produce war material on a scale never before seen. The
war is lost."
Briana had yelled, "Traitor," at her father and ran from the room. "I must
apologize," thought Briana, "Father was correct. The Americans were far too
strong for Germany. The Communists could never have defeated Germany without the
American's Spam."
Briana as she watched the enormous fleet crash through the waves realized how
right her father was. It had been a wonderful voyage. Both girls for the first
time in months fell safe and relaxed. The sex had been better than satisfying.
They had perfected their American English. Briana had worked diligently with
Ingrid to remove any trace of a German accent.
"Shit, you two sound like you were born in Missouri," announced the President
one night when the three of them were curled up in bed after a session of hard
fucking. The President had added immeasurably to the girl's knowledge of
American slang. He had started off the evening using one of his favorites.
"You two little darlings get naked and give your daddy some poontang," said
the President as soon as the girls entered his stateroom.
"Daddy, your little girls' twat needs your big pecker inside. Can Briana and I
suck you off and swallow your jism?" said Ingrid joining in the filthy language
that seemed to give the President an instant hardon in spite of his fifty-seven
years.
President Truman's wife, Bess, was extremely hospitable and warm toward the
two girls. On their first night in the White House, the First Lady had invited
the girls to sleep in her bed. Although Bess Truman was in her mid fifties, she
and the girls engaged in four continuous hours of lesbian sex. Commander Tate
had warned the girls that the First Lady was a fifty-five year-old matron with
the libido of an eighteen-year-old streetwalker. The President decided to sleep
elsewhere.
"I'm sleeping in the Lincoln Bedroom. It'll give you a chance to get to know
the girls. I'm tired and need to rest. Big day tomorrow," said the President
leaving Bess and the girls lying naked across the bed. Bess Truman had a large
collection of sex toys. The most recent were a gift from the Queen of England
who had acquired them from the English Viceroy in India. The girls watched as
Bess opened a large ornately carved wooden box.
"Harry brought this back with him on the Augusta" announced Bess as she pulled
a wooden box out from underneath the bed.
First, Bess showed the girls a beautifully illustrated version of the Kama
Sutra.
"Of course, the Kama Sutra is the classic how to manual for good sex of all
kinds. But this part focuses on sex between women. You two find something that
looks interesting that the three of us can do and we'll give it a try,"
announced the First Lady.
The box also contained all the necessary sex toys to perform the sexual
practices depicted in the book itself. The Indian sex toys were modeled after
those in the book. Briana and Bess began by pushing a tapered dildo containing
rings of soft rubber up Ingrid rectum while they licked her clitoris and pussy.
When the last ring popped inside Ingrid's anal ring, Ingrid let out a satisfied
moan.
"Oh my God that feels heavenly, I'm going to cum and keep cumming until my
brain turns to pudding," moaned Ingrid.
After Ingrid was satisfied, the girls took a slightly larger version of the
ringed anal plug and slipped it into the First Lady's rectum.
During the four hours, the three had worked their ways through that part of
the Kama Sutra that dealt with lesbian sex. The girls and the first lady
fastened leather harnesses around their waist and then took turns trying
different size and shaped dildos that mounted on the front of the harness.
Briana loved the feeling of having Ingrid fuck her pussy while Bess worked a
smaller dildo in her asshole.
At one point, the two girls were slamming nine-inch rubber dongs into Bess'
pussy as Bess let out little whooping sounds each time the dildos reached
bottom.
It was three days after they reached the White House when the President and
First Lady arranged an orgy in their living quarters of the East Wing of the
White House. It was a select crew of Presidential advisors who usually
participated in the Truman's orgies. Commander Elliot and Lieutenant Perry had
been invited along with Captain Jenkins and Commander Tate. An old friend of the
President's Admiral Barney Kellogg attended along with the President and First
Lady's daughter, Margaret. Margaret had just returned from a trip to visit her
fiance in New York. The girls had been surprised at how frankly mother and
daughter discussed her sex life when they all first met at breakfast, the day
the orgy was scheduled.
"Did you get enough of Clifton's big dick while you were in New York?"
casually asked the First Lady.
"Yes, I took it in every hole. We had a blast. He took me to the most
outrageous club in Harlem. I had a delirious time. He and this black musician,
Burl, played a game of eight ball to see who got to fuck the other's girl and of
course Clifton lost. Burl screwed me right on the table while everyone watched.
Clifton was drunk out of his mind so he started charging everyone $2.00 for a
piece of my ass."
"How much did you make," asked Bess?
"Who the fuck knows? That bastard Clifton kept it all. I was on that table for
a good two hours. Then Burl throws his girl, Minnie, on the table and we eat
each other while the guys jerk off on us. You never saw so much nigger cum,"
laughed Margaret.
"We're giving Briana and Ingrid a party tonight to celebrate their safe escape
from Communism. Tell Clifton to get on a train and come down," said Bess.
Briana was fucking Lt. Perry as she watched the orgy. She was bent over on all
fours. As Matt fucked her pussy, he worked two fingers in and out her asshole.
The President was in drag. Wearing a blonde wig and a green silk dress, Harry
Truman was seated on Admiral Kellogg's lap heavily making out as the Admiral's
hand was stroking the President's cock under his skirt. The President was
heavily made up and there was lipstick smeared all over the Admiral's face.
Everyone had been instructed by the First Lady to call the President by the name
"Helen".
"Helen, stand up and bend over. I'm going to fuck you in your man pussy," said
the Admiral as he stood up forcing to his feet.
"I want that big cock of yours in my man pussy," said Helen as she bent over
bracing his arms on the chair. The Admiral slowly raised the green skirt to
where it passed the top of his hose and exposed his dark green panties.
The Admiral pulled Helen's panties down then pulled her butt cheeks apart to
expose Helen's asshole.
"Turn around and suck me and get my cock wet," said the Admiral. Helen took
the Admiral's tool in one hand and gave it a long slow lick then engulfed the
large red head in her mouth.
On the other side of the room, Margaret Truman had been tied in a position
that Briana would have thought would be terribly uncomfortable. She was lying on
her back naked on a mattress on the floor. Her legs were bent at the knee joints
back under her thighs. Leather straps tightly contracted her legs to the point
that the soles of her feet rested against her buttocks. Rope was attached to the
leather belting around her legs to pull them as wide apart as they would
stretch.
"Margaret, you look obscenely available. Like some whore trying to tell the
world to come and take all the pussy they want," said Bess.
"That's the idea, Mother. Anybody who wants can fuck me. It is here and it's
ready. Just shove it in," responded Margaret.
"I going to go get some of the Secret Service and let them have you," said
Bess as she walked to the door and said something to a guard standing outside. A
few minutes later, there were half dozen members of the Secret Service standing
around Margaret's mattress taking turns fucking her.
Briana had never felt so relaxed and happy. Ingrid was mounted on Commander's
Travis giant cock while Margaret's fiance Clifton was pushing his cock into her
ass. Briana turned to kiss Lt. Perry and pull his cock deeper into her when she
realized she was no longer in the White House having sex with the Truman's.
Briana was back on the dirt floor of the Barker's equipment building in Iowa.
Her vision was over. Briana heard a scream and looked over to see Ingrid being
sweep up in the arms of a winged creature. Ingrid was screaming from fear as the
creature forced his cock into her vagina. Briana felt a claw like hand grab each
of her ankles and violently force her legs apart to the point that her hip
joints screamed. Something alive moved between her legs. It was a kind of cock
but it was covered with sharp ridges and it seemed to have a movement of its
own. Pain engulfed Briana's body as the cock probed between her legs until it
found her opening. Briana looked into the black eyes of the creature
effortlessly holding her. She smelled the foul stench of the creature's breath
and opened her mouth to receive the creature's tongue that felt more bone and
gristle than any tongue she had experienced.
The creature rose up and emitted a howl that caused Briana's eardrums to ache.
Briana screamed as his cock coursed like a lightening bolt far up into her body.
It traveled further than she though possible. Her vagina burned as the walls
came in contact with the creature's cock. The creature began to fuck Briana in a
violent motion that made her entire body convulse as if it was subjected to
powerful electric shocks. The pain almost instantly turned to pleasure. Briana
forced her vagina forward to meet the creature's cock. She found herself
straining to get the cock deeper into her body.
Briana looked over to see her mother in the embrace of a far larger creature.
Briana was awestruck at the size of beast and the roars it was making as it
forced its cock into Candace. Briana was overcome with pride in her mother as
she watched the muscles in her mother's arms and legs contract to pull Lucifer's
cock deep within her body. Briana redoubled her own efforts to give herself to
the creature between her legs. She realized that all around her, creatures from
Hell were copulating with those humans loyal to Satan.
Briana sounded a cry of triumph as a powerful orgasm approached. To one side,
she heard her mother answer with her own scream that welcomed her hellish
orgasm.
