RANDOM REVELATIONS

Feature Writer: Jack O /
Feature Title: Random Revelations /
Copyright: © 2006 by Jack_O /
Story Codes: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, Gay, BiSexual, Hermaphrodite, Incest, Orgy /
Synopsis: The end is nigh! /

 

Chapter 1

“… Amen.”

Father McNamara bestowed a friendly smile upon his congregation, and bade them all to go in peace. To his relief, Mrs Barton and her flirty daughter hadn’t come to the evening service. He hadn’t seen either of them since the extraordinary events a week ago. All the usual faces were there however, but the two nuns who had entered as he began his sermon – on the perils of temptation – intrigued him. They remained seated together in a pew while he dutifully stood by the huge old oak door, swapping small talk with several parishioners as they filed out, souls cleansed in preparation for the week ahead.

“Can I help you, Sisters?” He said, walking towards them after ushering his flock out into the world.

The taller one smiled at him as her companion said, “I hope so father.”

Her voice, low and compelling, sounded vaguely familiar yet he didn’t recognise the pretty face amidst the enfolding wimple of her order.

“My name’s Sister Judith,” she went on, studying him with large blue eyes, “and this is Sister Carmel. We have urgent need of your counsel on a delicate matter that can’t be discussed with our sisters, please say you’ll help us.”

“Well I…”

“We’ll be very grateful.” Sister Carmel interrupted, taking his hand in hers. It felt warm, comforting his nerves. He’d felt uncomfortable in the presence of women since Mrs Barton had taken his innocence with regard to their wiles. Besides, what threat could two nuns pose to his virtue?

“Of course,” he said, “won’t you come this way?”

They stood, moving without apparent volition as their habits flowed down to the tiled floor, exchanging glances behind his back. Sister Judith pointed out the confessional box to her friend who placed a hand over her mouth, stifling a low laugh.

“I’ll come any way you like honey!” She whispered and Sister Carmel jabbed her in the ribs, urging her to stop before her mirth disturbed the tranquillity of the church. Only the sharp, clip-clop of their shoes could be heard echoing off the bare stone walls, decorated with scenes from the passion. The only passion they were interested in was of a more worldly nature and they ignored them, following the unsuspecting priest who genuflected before the large gold crucifix on the altar before turning into a small room where he gestured for them to be seated.

A large man walked through another door to their left and said, “I’ll be off then father.”

“Alright Gordon,” the priest replied, “thank you for your help. Good night – and say hello to your mother for me. I hope she’s better soon.”

“She’ll be fine. The doctor says It’s just a touch of flu. A few days in bed should see her right again.” Gordon said, glancing curiously at the visitors.

They gazed back placidly without blinking, studying him in a manner most unbecoming to their station. He looked away and stammered good night to the priest, closing the door behind him as Father McNamara sat down opposite his unexpected guests.

“Now, what’s this about?”

Sister Carmel walked over to the door and locked it while her partner said, “we know how the Church stands on the issue of two women – or men- enjoying sexual congress, but what is your position on transgender relations?”

“Well I…”

“It’s an abomination in the eyes of the Lord, right?” Sister Carmel said, walking over to him.

“… don’t think I could possibly – er, yes. Yes, I suppose it is.” He blushed and crossed his legs, avoiding her direct gaze.

“Answer me this then, priest. Sister Carmel said, standing defiantly before him. “Look at me! Would a loving God make me as I am? Knowing I will be despised by all those who judge themselves normal in his eyes. After all, he made us in his image, right?”

He turned his head to watch her untie the cord around her waist and said, “That’s true, but we mustn’t presume to know the mind of God.”

“Know thyself priest!” She laughed, slid the cord from her body and let it dangle loosely by her side while pulling the centre of her habit aside with a tearing sound.

“Please Sister! Remember your vow.” He gaped at the dark velvet triangle between her parted legs and tried to rise.

She pushed him roughly back into the chair. “My vow?” She sniggered, rending the velcro’d halves of her garment aside by lifting an inappropriately shod foot onto the arm of his chair. “What do you know of my vows?”

He stared at the high heel in confusion. Did nuns wear such things now? He wondered, feeling his face burn with embarrassment at her brazen stance. Should she be wearing stockings, and panties? Her heat was obvious by the startling bulge between her wide spread thighs. He found himself transfixed with fascination by the beefy swelling, stretching the black velvet out towards him.

“You mustn’t.” He whispered. His gaze followed her fingers, pulling the top of her habit aside, exposing more of the same material, containing twin monuments of feminine lushness.

“Mustn’t I?” She said softly, defying his plea until her habit hung loosely around her slender shoulders.

“No!” He said with more force, “or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” She challenged, placing both hands on her hips.

“… call the police!” He cried, pushing her foot away and trying once more to escape the awkward situation.

“You don’t want to do that,” Sister Judith said, sitting calmly observant of the scene.

“Why not?” He said, staring defiantly at her Sister.

She answered his question with one of her own, smoothly taking control of the situation.

“Have you seen Mrs Barton this week?”

“How do you know… ?” His voice trailed off, blown away in the gale of laughter from Sister Carmel as she saw the look of astonishment spread over his face like warm molasses pouring from a jar. She quickly took advantage of his discombobulation, pinning his hand to the chair arm with her foot and whipping the cord around his wrist, strapping it securely.

“I move in mysterious ways,” Sister Judith drawled, “although I don’t claim to be omnipotent.”

Carla twisted the opposite end of the chord around the priests other wrist and sniggered, “but you are potent my love.”

“Who are you?” He said, staring furiously at her.

She turned haughtily on her heel and flipped him the finger, “I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be – and more of a woman than you’ll ever have!”

Their laughter assailed his reeling senses until it was cut short as they kissed a long, luxurious kiss. Sister Carmel’s upraised buttocks taunted him as she bent over and he could do nothing about the erection that responded to the lewd sight.

Father McNamara groaned as the realisation struck him. This was his mystery caller! He would be disgraced, de-frocked, outcast from the mother Church for sure. He strained at the cord in a gesture of defiance at his fate and slumped in his place as he realised the futility of trying to escape. There was nothing he could do but face up to their wicked will and rely on his faith to prevail.

“Open your eyes priest!” Sister Judith commanded.

He did so calmly, glancing at Sister Carmel’s semi-naked body before facing his nemesis in the chair beside her.

“You heard everything?” He asked, knowing the answer, merely seeking confirmation.

She smiled superciliously and answered him with another question. “Who does the confessor confess to? She said, spreading both legs until her habit lay taut between them. “Where do you receive absolution?” She said without waiting for his reply, pulling her garment apart in the same way her Sister had. “Here?” She whispered, stroking a long finger nail up her thigh and over her bulging crotch, clad in crimson silk.

Father McNamara licked his lips nervously but remained silent, willing his erection to subside before it became too obvious.

“Or here?” Sister Carmel gave him a knowing grin, hooked both thumbs in the waistband of her panties and peeled them off, bending slowly until she touched her toes. “I can see you like women, but tell me priest,” she said straightening up slowly, “do you like men too?”

To his utter astonishment she flourished a long penis in her hand, stroking it slowly, with obvious pleasure at his bewildered expression. He looked from one to the other like an observant tennis spectator as they revealed more than he ever imagined possible on God’s good, green Earth.

“Doesn’t she look fucking good?” Sister Judith said, peeling her top off to reveal a splendid pair of breasts.

The stupefied priest swallowed hard, “she?” He whispered in a dry voice.

Carla chuckled amiably and stood in profile to show him the resplendent curve of hard flesh jutting between her legs.

“What am I then?” She said, lewdly pumping her fist, “A man…” She turned to face him, pulling her hand away to let him see her more fully. Lightly haired labia glistened from where he expected to see a pair of testicles, baffling him further. “Or A woman?” She chuckled pulling the lips apart, rudely exposing the soft, pink flesh beneath.

A hermaphrodite! The priest leaned forward, sickly fascinated by the twin sexual organs. Her (his/its?) penis swelled as though aware of his scrutiny until it was fully hard, about 6 inches in length, an obscene contrast to the obvious female attributes she (he/it?) possessed. He’d heard such creatures existed, but thought them a product of myth and legend, like the unicorn or centaur, yet he couldn’t deny what he could see with his own eyes.

Carla strutted toward the priest, her cock waving as though it divined a source of water, until she stood proudly before him. “Well priest?” She challenged, “what am I?”

His faith gave him the only answer he could think of. “You’re the Devil in disguise!”

She roared with laughter and turned to her friend. “You hear that!”

“Well, you are very wicked sometimes.” Judy grinned. She stood up, shrugging her disguise aside, and walked across to stand behind their victim.

“No.” The priest said weakly as Carla knelt at his feet, lifting the heavy chasuble over his bony knees.

“Yes.” Judy whispered in his ear, leaning over his shoulder for a closer look. “Don’t worry, I just want a little benediction baby!”

“Please don’t.” He struggled in vain to prevent his exposure but Carla held his legs apart and lifted the cloth of green and gold to sneak a peek underneath.

“Oh Lord,” she intoned, sliding her hands up his thighs, “for what we are about to receive…” and taking a firm hold on his hardened shaft, squeezing it approvingly. “… may we be truly thankful!”

“Show me!” Judy hissed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Carla pushed the folds aside and revealed him in all his glory, fully hard despite his best efforts to control himself.

“Oh my!” She said, stroking the tip with a fingernail. “Now we know what a priest wears under his robe.”

“The same as a Scotsman under his kilt.” Carla said, squeezing his balls gently. “Nothing!”

“You’re sick.” He said, turning his head away from Judy’s probing tongue.

“We are?” She muttered, pulling him back to resume teasing his earlobe. “That’s rich coming from a priest who uses the sanctity of the confessional to indulge his perverted desires on his parishioners. I found your sermon pretty ironic too – hypocrite! At least we don’t hide behind a fallacy.”

“Phallacy!” Carla sniggered, getting to her feet.

Judy glanced up and smiled at her then slid around the chair to kneel between the distraught priest’s legs.

“You could’ve put the phone down anytime – but you didn’t. Why?” She said, sliding her hands over his arms, leaning closer until he felt her hot breath on his bare flesh.

Father McNamara groaned, “I don’t know!”

“Maybe he wanted a little taste of forbidden fruit!” Carla suggested, rummaging in the folds of her discarded habit.

Judy looked over her shoulder and grinned. “That’s all I want!”

She looked back at the priest who kept his eyes firmly shut and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “MMMMMMMM… Salty!” She exclaimed with delight, lapping over the thick head of his cock.

“Oh God!” He croaked, clenching the arms of the chair as he felt her mouth engulf his cock.

“You priests,” Carla said, “God this, God that… ahhhhh gotcha!” She exclaimed, pulling the camera loose from its hiding place. “Well you can kiss my ass and worship that!” She muttered, focusing on the back of Judy’s bobbing head. It looked exactly as they planned; a shot of the priest getting blown by a nun. Perfect. “Say Sexxxxxxxxx!”

“Oh my God!” Father McNamara was startled the flash and opened his eyes to see the one calling herself Sister Judith taking him deeper in her mouth, cheeks blowing in and out as she gobbled his meat with relish. The other mocked him with her laughter while she fiddled with the camera, placing it on the chair opposite where it blinked a red eye. before walking quickly over to join them.

“It seems thy God hast forsaken thee.” Carla said, kneeling by Judy to bestow a loving kiss on her soft lips.

The camera flashed once more, taking a picture of what seemed like two nuns going down on the priest. They looked up at him, kissing each other around his rigid tool, tongues writhing sinuously together. He looked down upon them and groaned, his despair turning to desire as their heat flowed over his flesh. Desperately he began to recite Psalm 55 to sustain him though the ordeal.

“Do you think he gives as good as he gets?” Carla asked.

Judy kissed his cock and got to her feet. “Let’s find out. I can’t think of a better way to shut him up!”

“… Oh that I had wings like a dove! For then I would – mmmmppphhhh!”

His ability to speak, never mind fly, was abruptly curtailed by her thick tool prising its way into his mouth. He gagged and tried to spit out the perverse intrusion but a hand gripped his balls firmly, warning him to behave – or else!

Carla released his member, picked up the camera and watched her lover fuck the priests mouth for a moment before taking another picture, zooming up close to capture the way his cheeks bulged as though squirreling nuts away for the winter. The simile tickled her sense of humour.

“Is he any good?” She smiled, crouching professionally to get a head shot.

Judy grabbed his head and forced herself deeper. “Not bad,” she said, “for an amateur.”

“Lemme see.” Carla demanded, putting the camera on the floor. She walked over to stand opposite Judy, kissing her as she pulled the priests mouth onto her engorged clit.

“He’s getting better,” she said after using his throat for target practice, “but I need more than that to convince me.”

Carla bent over between the breathless priests legs, offering him a untrammelled view of her sex that came closer, closer, until it filled his line of sight. He tried to turn his head to one side but found it trapped between Judy’s hands, firmly holding him in place for her lover to back up on with a sigh of contentment. His lips stayed as resolutely shut as his eyes, refusing to co-operate with the sexually demanding creature.

“Lick it!” She hissed, wiping his face between her cheeks.

Judy pushed his face right into Carla’s smothering flesh to no avail. His mouth remained closed.

“Damn you,” she moaned, squeezing his balls into a tight knot of agony, “get your tongue in there!”

The pain brought tears to his eyes but he persevered.

“You may as well do what she says,” Judy said, “we’ll get what we want anyway.”

A shivering convulsion rocked his body as he gasped for air.

Carla wriggled her haunches appreciatively as she felt his hot breath wash over her and eased her grip on him.

“Oh yes, that’s more like it!” She moaned, feeling his tongue make a tentative pass over her most sensitive spot.

The priest refused to go any further and clamped his lips shut once more, ignoring her perverse demands to satisfy her unnatural lusts. She stood up, turned and slapped his face in frustration.

“Lemme make this real simple for you,” she spat, “either you do as you’re told or we send these pictures to the bishop – I’m sure he’ll be very interested to see what you get up to here!”

Father McNamara grabbed a few breaths of much needed air and croaked, “what is it that you want?”

Judy stroked his face and said, “we want you to marry us.”

“Impossible!” He gaped incredulously at Carla who picked up the camera and focused it on his amazed expression.

“Anything is possible.” She said, watching him carefully through the viewfinder.

“But…”

“… No buts.” Judy insisted, coming round to face him. “We have you by the balls.” She gripped them firmly to emphasis her point, smiling wickedly at him as she straddled his erection.

Carla took another picture that looked as though a nun was getting firmly fucked by the priest, although Judy simply rubbed his cock along her clit, and strolled back to join her friend, smacking her luscious arse playfully.

“I always wanted a white wedding!” She leered at the priest.

“Are you Catholic?” He said.

Judy rubbed his cock along her crack and said, “does it matter?”

He stared at her in amazement. “Of course it matters! This isn’t a club you can join on the spur of the moment… it’s a holy sacrament.”

“Well,” Carla said, walking her fingers along his chest, “you’ll just have to give us membership – or whatever it is you do.” She tickled him under the chin and condescendingly patted his face.

“You mean you want me to baptise you?”

“That’s right!”

“Right now?”

“No time like the present.”

“And if I refuse?”

Carla lifted his chin up to make sure he saw the truth in her eyes and said, “then the bish’ gets to see everything.”

“But we don’t want to do that.” Judy said, caressing his cock. “It’s true,” she insisted, seeing the sceptical look in his eyes, “I’d much rather do this the easy way.”

“Though I always prefer the hard way.” Carla said.

Judy reassured him with a kiss and murmured, “she means sexually.”

“God, forgive me!” He moaned as Carla held his cock out for Judy to take in her mouth, sucking him softly down to his full balls.

“I’m sure he will,” Carla said, stroking down his shaft as Judy slid back up, “you can always tell him the she-devil made you do it!”

“I’ll pray for you.” He groaned, looking down to see his cock disappear once more between her soft, wet lips.

Carla fondled his heavy sacs and grinned. “Save your prayers and just give us your cum!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Judy moaned, sliding her lips off his shaft and wanking it hard.

“Baptise us both with it!”

He jerked in her grip and moaned, “Blasphemy!”

“Cum for me!” Judy gasped, pumping him harder.

She peeled the skin back from his over ripe head and devoured his tender flesh until it dripped with spit. His cock swelled in her throat and she gagged, determined to take every inch of him, holding on with a helping hand from Carla pressed to the back of her head.

“Suck that cock!” She urged, stroking herself hard. “Suck it all!”

A loud slobbering gasp burst from her drooling lips as Judy managed to slide her tongue over his balls, coaxing a string of pre cum to wrap itself around her tonsils before sliding viscously down her throat.

“AAAAHHH!” She crooned, sliding languidly back off his visibly throbbing tool. “Taste’s good.”

Her tongue slithered around his cock like the serpent climbing the tree of knowledge in the Garden, seeking more of the salty-sweet juice that seeped steadily from the distended slit in the swollen head.

“That looks so fuckin’ hot.” Carla said, leaning in to suck on his hairy balls.

Father McNamara couldn’t agree more. He lifted his buttocks off the chair and held himself rigid, legs spread, to enable them to feed freely on his flesh. Two hot tongues lathered his cock from tip to root. Two wet mouths caressed him with molten heat. A moist finger delved between his cheeks, probing him intimately. A firm hand pulled his balls, summoning the spunk they craved. It all added up to an irresistible coercion that he couldn’t refuse.

“Cum on!” Judy urged, crudely wanking his cock against her soft lips. “Spunk on my face!”

Carla reamed his arse with a stiff finger and urged him to do it all over her tits. He gave a loud groan and sent a long burst of creamy spunk spurting over Judy’s lips. She squealed with pleasure and took the next load onto her tongue.

“Greedy bitch,” complained Carla, “gimme!”

She pulled his cock over her tits and cooed with bliss as he coated them in thick, hot splashes of spunk before leaving the priest in Judy’s capable hands to fetch the camera for one last close-up of her cum-coated lips draining the last drops from his cock.

Father McNamara subsided into his chair and sat there while the two temptresses cleansed their bodies of his cum. Licking, lapping, sucking and kissing every drop before turning to regard him with glazed, satisfied expressions.

“Now,” said Judy, sucking an errant drop of cum from her finger, “you will do as we asked?”

“It seems,” he gasped, looking pointedly at the camera in Carla’s hand, “that I have little choice.”

Carla chuckled and put the camera back on the chair. “I like a man who knows when to give in,” she said, picking her disguise up off the floor.

“We’ll make the necessary arrangements,” Judy told him, donning her habit quickly, “just make sure we have the place to ourselves when we call.”

“You’ll need witnesses.” He said.

Carla arranged the folds of her habit and said, “Don’t worry about that honey, we got it all figured out!”

She untied his wrists and finished dressing before walking demurely through the door, leaving the priest to consider how he would accommodate their extraordinary demand.

The owl sat watchfully on top of the telegraph pole, waiting for his first meal of the day.

Nothing stirred in the grass beneath and he looked north towards his roost by day, in the eaves of the Church at the edge of the village. He hooted softly and thought of his mate,

waiting patiently with their two young chicks who needed the fat, plump rodents that were plentiful hereabouts. His head swivelled to south where a 4×4 ‘people-carrier’ was making its way towards him along the bumpy road, headlights glaring through the midnight air. The line buzzed fitfully beneath his feet and he hooted again, spread his great wings, and flew off silently into the woods where he could hunt in peace.

The phone lines had been ablaze with activity in the preceding week before now.

Judy had called Mike to tell him the good news and his daughter had overheard on the other line in her bedroom. She’d wasted no time informing Elaine of the upcoming nuptials and she, like the good daughter she was, had spread the word throughout her family. Her mother told Mrs Lord everything and this juicy piece of gossip was no exception. She took Gordon shopping for a new suit and bumped into Karen who had taken her husband, Peter, shopping too, though for something far more casual. They thought it a splendid idea to go along to the nuptials and joined the assembled guests about 10 minutes before Judy turned into the small car-park by the old church.

She got out first and stepped onto the tarmac looking resplendent in a white silk trouser suit. A red carnation in her button hole glistened like a drop of fresh blood. Her best ‘man’ followed, dressed with similar style but in powder-blue, a white carnation hanging like a cloud on a clear sky over her left breast. After them came the maid-of-honour in a candy-pink creation that left little to the imagination. Her ample breasts threatened to burst the thin silk asunder and she pulled her bodice up with a ‘what-the-hell’ grin, holding the door open for Clara to join them. Her white silk dress, with a low cut bodice edged in lace, drifted around her feet like fresh snow.

Judy gave her a warm smile and said, “shall we?”

“We shall.” Clara replied, taking her proffered arm delicately.

“Come along Fran,” she said to her maid, “and make sure the dress doesn’t drag – it’s got to be back on Monday!”

Fran lifted the hem high, exposing the sheer white stockings, and whistled approvingly at her bare cheeks. “Yes your majesty,” she said sarcastically.

“The virgin queen has spoken,” chuckled Judy over her shoulder. “So you be on your best behaviour too Danni!”

“If she’s the virgin queen, then I’m the virgin Mary!” Quipped she, joining the maid to help keep the dress clean.

The she-males laughed, with nervousness as much as amusement, and began a stately walk towards the waiting priest. He surreptitiously shifted his erection into a more comfortable position and watched the queer quartet come towards him like moths to the flame from the candle he held high to illuminate their way. Silently he turned to show them the way to his private chapel, a small room behind the main altar, where they could discreetly conduct the service.

“They’re here.” He whispered into the darkness which began to bloom with flickering light from each candle belonging to the gathered assembly.

Judy gasped in amazement and Carla whispered, “how romantic,” as they saw the array of lights dancing like fireflies on either side of the aisle.

“How did all these people know… ?” Judy said to Mike as she passed him by.

Alison popped her head around his shoulder and whispered, “a little bird told us!”

Judy gave her a puzzled look but said nothing. Father McNamara placed his candle into a tall brass stand beside him and turned to greet them, hands open in the universal gesture of welcome.

“Someone’s pleased to see us, whispered Judy, eyeing the bulge in his trousers with a sly smile.

He smiled sheepishly and said, “Shall we begin?”

“Please do,” Carla said, “we’ve waited a long time for this!”

Indeed they had. Judy looked deep into her eyes and barely heard the priest during the ceremony, responding to Carla’s emotions more than the spoken words. A tear trickled down her cheek as she said, “I do,” and Carla kissed it tenderly away at the priests bequest and cheekily replied, “I can do that – and a lot more besides!”

Elaine began to sing Amazing Grace in a sweet, high voice, and row upon row of tiny lights twinkled into life around the room, bestowing a cosy glow upon the gathered selection of villagers.

Her father, Steve, patted her plump rump fondly as he kissed his wife with real affection now they understood each other better. Without a trace of embarrassment his son, Joe, shared an intimate moment with his best friend in public for the first time and Frank loved him all the more for it. Not to be left out, Dave took Fran in his arms and moaned on her soft lips as he felt a surprising hardness jut into his crotch. Mrs Jackson turned from her scrutiny of her husband, Peter, being tongue-lashed by her no longer secret lover, Kevin, and smiled at Danni who took her smoothly in a warm embrace that promised more than she realised.

Gordon was past caring what the rest of them might think about the special relationship he shared with his mother as their tongues danced a lively fandango, in contrast to the subtle tune soaring into the vaulted roof. Alison gave her father’s crotch a gentle squeeze as she edged past him into the aisle. Mike grinned as her fleeting touch inflamed his desire which he shared with his wife who watched their daughter walk slowly up to the priest before focusing her attention on him. Father McNamara swallowed hard as he watched his fantasy come towards him, a playful smile curling her rose-red lips into an enticing bow. Without a word she knelt before him, nimble fingers pulling the zipper down over his erection that sprang eagerly into her hand.

“Oh Father,” she sighed, stroking the hot, hard shaft appreciatively, “mother was so right about you!”

He groaned and looked over to where Mrs Barton stood in a passionate embrace with her husband. She gave him a cheery thumbs-up and blew him a reassuring kiss while Mike took his own hard-on out for her to play with.

Carla looked over to where her best man was sucking face with a hot woman wearing a tight split skirt and said, “Danni! Go get the chalice – I don’t want to lose a drop.” She added to Judy.

“Best take off this dress – just in case,” she said, unbuttoning the lacy corsage with trembling fingers.

Fran pulled free from Dave’s arms and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Gentlemen! When you are ready to show your appreciation for the happy couple, please put your hand in the air and we will bring the cup to you. Ladies…” she added, unzipping Dave’s well packed trousers. “… your turn will cum!”

The sound of descending zippers ricocheted around the room like a volley of gunshots, followed by happy sighs and moans and soft, wet sounds of sucked and stroked cocks. Elaine walked through it all with a spring in her step and a gleam in her eye towards Danni, said, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

The she-male took out a gleaming length of solid meat, at least 10 inches in length, and replied, “be my guest,” keeping a watchful eye open for any raised hands but saw none, only heads a-bobbing and hands a blur of action in the flickering shadows.

“Oh My! Franks got serious competition.” Elaine said, feeling the shaft thicken in her hand as she flicked the tip with her tongue.

Danni looked down at her new found friend and said, “who’s Frank?”

“The tall black guy – three rows down on the left.” Elaine replied, her tongue skating down one side of the veiny shaft and up the other.

It was hard to distinguish who was who in the tangle of bodies and she decided to wait and find out more when he put his hand up. There! A hand belonging to a large woman in the second row was calling her over. She excused herself and sauntered down the aisle, patting Fran on the ass en passant as she bent over a nicely erect tool, towards them. Elaine followed, unwilling to pass up the chance of getting closer to Mrs Lord who took the cup from the she-males hand without batting an eyelid at her waving protuberance.

“Now Gordon,” she whispered, holding the chalice at an angle before his crotch, “cum!”

He spat in his hand, briskly stroked his cock and groaned as a spurt of cum splashed into the bottom of the cup. His mother crooned her approval and sucked a misplaced drop from her thumb as he came again, then again before squeezing the base of his cock to stem the flow.

He’d need to keep some juice in reserve for it promised to be a long night. Elaine leaned over to get a closer look, placing a hand on one of Mrs Lord’s copious buttocks. She turned and said, “not now dear, maybe later,” with a sweet smile of promise.

“No,” she replied, sliding her hand between the huge thighs, “Now! I’ve waited so long.”

Gordon wrapped both arms around his mother’s waist, lifted her enormous breasts up and said, “you know how she looks at you. I know you enjoy it. So what’s stopping you?”

Soothed by his strong hands squeezing her tits and her hot breath on them, she moaned and gave into temptation, leaning back in his arms. His cock, pressing into the crack of her arse, sent delicious thrills skittering up and down her spine.

The she-male smiled as Elaine began feed on a mouthful of tit flesh and turned to attend to another busy hand calling her over.

Mrs Jackson’s eyes went wide when she saw Danni’s cock bobbing towards her and gave it a welcoming squeeze as she took the cup, holding it out for her husband to add his load.

“Look here,” she told him, “I bet you’d like to suck this!”

He licked his lips and groaned, thinking how good it would feel in his arse where Kevin had stuck two fingers, bringing him to a shuddering climax that spilled into the cup like thick cream.

His wife smiled and said, “Now see to your Master’s pleasure.”

“You have him well trained,” said Danni, enjoying her hand-job.

Kevin looked to his mistress and asked, “shall I fuck him?”

“Later, perhaps,” she demurred, “just give us your cum for now.”

He grunted in accord with her wishes and sent a spray of spunk into the cup, hoping it was enough to satisfy the demanding bitch. It was. She kissed him approvingly and handed the cup back to the she-male, giving her one more squeeze before attending to the slaves.

Danni turned around, nearly bumping into the guy who had changed places with Fran and was sucking her hot little clit noisily, his firm arse presenting an irresistible target. She pressed the hard head of her big clit in-between his hairy cheeks and teased his rosy hole into sweet surrender.

“Don’t stop, It’s only Danni,” said Fran, holding his head firmly between her legs. “Danni – meet Dave.”

He gurgled a greeting and stroked his cock harder, feeling them lean over his body to share a sensual kiss. The hot, hard impalement was brief and incredibly potent, bringing him perilously close to shooting his wad over the tiled floor. Mercifully it withdrew as Fran pointed out a new customer for Danni’s cup.

“Nice to meat you,” said Danni, sliding from the snug hole, “and I’ll see you soon,” she said to Fran before crossing the aisle to join a hectic group that was cumming noisily together, urged on by a buxom woman in a black corset, her dress flung over the back of the wooden bench where three guys sat in a row, merrily jerking each other off.

“You must be Frank,” said Danni to the big one in the middle, a hand from either side on his resplendent cock.

He looked up at her and grinned. “That’s me. Word got around huh?”

“Good news always travels fast, honey.” Danni replied, “you got a hot load for me?”

Mrs Woolmer pushed the she-male gently, but firmly aside and straddled him saying, “he sure does. Ready stud?”

Frank groaned as her cunt slid down his cock with an audible slurp and groaned, “for you? Always!”

“Then cum inside me,” she breathed in a voice thick with lust, “all of you! Don’t worry,” she added as Danni held the chalice aloft and tapped it, pertly reminding them of their obligations to the happy couple, “you’ll get more than enough to fill that.”

The she-male shrugged and watched her ride up and down on the big, black shaft with a tinge of jealousy which was slightly mollified by the fat slut’s mouth on her clit. She allowed the other two, father and son by the look of them, remove her shirt and take a firm breast in hand, sucking the hard, pointed nipples as they kept themselves erect with slow, stroking hands on each others cocks.