0 comments/ 35611 views/ 1 favorites Ginny's Withering Faith By: jay.palin Resolve." It's in five easily digestible parts, so can be consumed gradually. Part 1 "How have you dealt with all the changes in your life, JJ?" I asked my 53-year-old step-father, with my head lying on his bare chest. We'd just finished making frantic, noisy love in my king-sized bed, taking advantage of a few hours that my – our – three-year-old daughter, Andi, was out on a late afternoon shopping spree with JJ's wife, her grandmother, Lee. "What d'you mean, sweetie?" he asked, idly running a finger down the slope of my right breast to tickle my nipple, which made me shiver and want him inside me again. "Well, here I am, divorced with a three-year-old, living with you and Lee, working in your business, and I'm back to fucking you every chance I get," I said, reaching down to stroke his moist, near-flaccid cock. "That's perverted at best, what with the adultery and incest. But worse than that is, I was a devout Christian until a week ago – determined to avoid sex – then Sheila came along and everything went to hell in a hand basket!" I shuddered, as I recalled JJ's beautiful, bisexual woman friend of long standing, whom I knew it was wrong to blame for having seduced me into our threesome on the previous Friday. If I were really so devout, I would've refused her tempting invitation. But...I'd lost my head. "That was your choice at the time, sweetie," JJ murmured in my ear. "But, getting back to your question, I've learned to roll with the punches in life. Three divorces will do that! And, at my age, I try to accept responsibility for my actions...as well as not to abide by religious principles when it comes to sex." "Well, what guidance do I have but my faith?" I asked, raising up and looking at him. "I was a 20-year-old slut when I met you over four years ago, fresh off the pro skating tour, doing as much fucking as skating. But I married Mike to put that behind me. And now that my marriage has gone bust, all I have is my devotion to Jesus to keep me out of the gutter." That and masturbation, I should've added. I wasn't fully honest with JJ...that I played with myself whenever I could. What a hypocrite I am! I use my dildo in the shower and even in bed at night, fantasizing about him when he's upstairs sleeping with Lee. I'm especially active on pre-dawn mornings when I hear them making love. "I'm sorry if Sheila made you so uneasy, Ginny," he stated, replacing my hand on his cock, which had again stirred to life. "She can be very willful." "Willful?! She's evil! That bracelet with Devil's heads on it! Her black makeup that makes her look like a beast from Hell! It's like she's some weird priestess at a Black Mass!" I ranted. Chilling out after a moment I said, "She called, by the way. Wants to listen to the interview tape she made of you." Then I said sharply, "I want the part on it erased where we're fucking!" "Sure, kiddo, anything you say," he said, nuzzling me behind the ear and running his fingers down my pelvic creases, which always pushes my hot buttons. "When's she dropping by?" he asked, licking at the base of my neck as he slid from under me and eased me over onto all fours. "Tomorrow evening, at the office...in the city," I said, glancing back at his erection and feeling the familiar, heated buzzing inside my vagina that's always made me throw caution to the winds. I was still dripping with his semen from our previous rutting. "Will you...be there...with me...so she won't try to...?" I gasped, looking back at him again – pleadingly – as he stirred his erect cock around in my gooey pussy lips. "I'll protect you, baby...so long as you ask me to," he grunted, as I gasped and welcomed his thick girth deeply inside me. I moaned and, just before I again yielded to my insane sexual craving, I heard him mutter, "Now, let's enjoy this free time for a while, then we'll shower and clean up for Lee and Andi." I was rather troubled for the rest of the evening, yet I put on a happy face for my daughter and mother. I had to admit that JJ had taught me a lot. My manners had improved immensely. When I met him I couldn't even handle a fork properly! That, and not knowing what all the silverware and glasses were for in a formal dining setting. And, my vocabulary is ten times greater than it used to be! He'd also helped me with Andi, teaching me "parenting" techniques. But underneath that veneer, I still lacked confidence in most matters...except my skills in the bedroom...a dubious expertise that filled me with profound shame and guilt. Over dinner, JJ asked Lee if she'd watch over Andi the next night, since he and I would be "entertaining a client," as he referred to Sheila. Lee accepted happily. She'd have some time to spend with Andi, whom she seldom sees given her work schedule during the week. Toward the end of Friday afternoon Sheila arrived at the office in the city. She was dressed rather unseasonably in a rich, red, Scottish plaid wool dress that buttoned up the front. It was high-necked, long-sleeved and cut below her gorgeous knees, although it showed her sculpted calves and ankles. After the mandatory hugs we adjourned to the studio building behind the office and JJ started the audio tape that she'd recorded of them the previous week. I acted chilly toward her and sat on a love seat with JJ, while she occupied a nearby chair. I realized too late as she crossed her legs that he could see much of her sumptuous upper thighs, as the two bottom buttons on her dress were unfastened. Her recorded interview of JJ was excellent, and I was so proud of his professional sounding voice. The interview ended, then the speakers began transmitting decidedly more personal questions from Sheila, about his life, his divorces and other things...even his sexual habits. She was really pushing it! Then the sounds changed dramatically. Her voice became much softer – sexier – and I heard clothes rustling. I could almost picture her walking toward him, probably rubbing against him and groping his crotch. The tape went quiet for a while, then I distinctly heard a liquid, feminine moan followed by his throaty, "Oh, yesss!" and I definitely knew what was going on. Then I heard her murmur something about having forgotten how big he is, and then...the unmistakable sound of smacking lips was heard – of oral sex – accompanied by his groans. My chest hurt from shallow, labored breathing, and my heart beat rapidly. I rose to my feet quickly, nearly losing my balance as the blood left my head, and I walked toward the equipment console, with my back to the both of them. I gripped the counter's edge until my fingers hurt, trying to still my pulse and breathe deeply. From the tape I heard Sheila mouth little, soft, repetitive cries, and I could picture her squatting on JJ's rod, just as she was when I'd caught them fucking a week before. I grabbed the back of one of the high stools next to the counter to steady myself, and remembered when JJ had boned me on it years before. I opened my eyes and looked behind the counter, remembering when I'd sucked him off back there, as my horny friend, Carol, had watched from across the room, just minutes before I'd helped her nail him for the first time. My stomach knotted from a combination of guilty longing and jealous anger as these salacious memories returned, and I spun around – seething – "JJ, is there some perverse reason why we're listening to all this drivel?" I was sick and tired of everyone's obsession with flesh! Including my own! He was now reclining on the futon, drinking in the lurid sounds from the tape as if he were in a dream. Sheila just sat in her chair, regarding me with a bemused look on her face. "Ginny, I'm sorry," she said, rising and walking toward me to switch the recorder to fast forward for several seconds. "Let's move it ahead," she oozed, frustrating me with her calm, superior tone. "Here's your damned Devil's head!" I said to her, pulling from my pocket the bracelet charm she'd left behind at the house the previous Friday. I tossed it on the counter in disgust and moved to the futon where JJ was reclining like a pasha. "There's my Lucifer!" Sheila said in a little girl voice, looking at the bauble closely...lovingly. "Did I leave it at your place?" she asked – almost too innocently – turning to see me sitting at the edge of the futon next to JJ. I resisted his gentle pull on my shoulder, as he tried to get me to loosen up a bit. I was also conscious of keeping my legs together and covered with my diaphanous, knee-length, wrap-around skirt, since I was aware of a moist seepage from my pussy. I cringed when I heard Sheila's seductive voice say from the speakers, "Let's get you ready, sweet Ginny." I hid my blushing face, placing my forehead on my arms that were crossed on my knees, and we were all three witness to my passionate moans and cries on tape for the next several minutes, the result of Sheila eating my quim 'til I climaxed. I was overcome with embarrassment, and sought refuge – as I always seem to do – in JJ's embrace. The loving man just held my blonde head in the crook of his neck and rubbed my back with his other hand, trying to stroke away my tension as we listened. "You two look so sweet! Like father and daughter!" Sheila cooed – rubbing in the difference in our ages in her saccharine way – as she came to the futon to recline behind me. She caressed my upper arm and breast through my black wool bolero jacket and ruffled white blouse. I pulled away from her, scooting closer to JJ. "Mmmm, here comes the part where we went into the bedroom!" she exulted, listening carefully. "I turned up the volume so it would register!" she added. She acted as if she'd performed a miracle, rather than being just a competent audio technician. The sounds for the next long while were unbelievably carnal, with Sheila and me moaning, then graduating to peals of screaming, while JJ grunted like a buffalo in rut. I'd gotten up in the meantime, and Sheila had turned away from us in the fetal position, since I'd spurned her seductive physical advances. She was either napping or was carried away by the recorded sounds of our mating...but most likely she was plotting something, I was convinced. When the tape ran out I rewound it to the point where JJ's interview ended and – showing unbelievable nerve – I shrilled angrily, "I'm cutting the tape here and saving the dirty part on a separate reel. And, I insist that it not leave this building!" Okay, I'd compromised. I'd really wanted to erase the tape, to eliminate from the record what I also wanted to do with the earlier tawdry periods in my life. I shivered when remembering the ugly parts that started when my Daddy abused me sexually, then later when Mom had her disgusting lesbian relationship...then my own slutty behavior before, during and after I was on the skating tour. But, as always, I weakened. I'd let JJ keep the tape in his porno stash, which I knew he had hidden somewhere. He looked at me with a sudden mixture of surprise, pride and respect. I'd made a decision, a choice...showing some backbone at least, and apparently he approved. As manipulative as she is, Sheila turned toward me, sensing the power dynamic and said, "Oh, well. It was exciting to listen to, anyway! Hey! How about dinner? There's a great place I know that you'll both love! I'll call for reservations." JJ and I followed Sheila's car to a French restaurant, with me fuming privately at her manipulative influence. Feeling insecure because of my earlier rant, I looked at JJ's strong profile and leaned over to softly kiss his cheek, enjoying his scent, as my fingers brushed his groin. "Lova ya, babe," he murmured, smiling but not taking his eyes off the road. My mood was improved as we arrived at the restaurant and the hostess greeted us. She was a tall, exotic looking brunette, so beautiful I could hardly take my eyes off of her. Her long, dark hair was clipped at the back of her neck to reveal a high forehead, prominent cheekbones, a thin, straight nose and long jaw with clefted chin. She wore small gold hoops in her ears and a thin, braided gold chain around her neck. Her ivory complexion was that of an Hispanic. "I'm Corista," she said, in slightly accented English to JJ and me. She assessed me for a long, uncomfortable moment through hazel eyes – with a tinge of yellow, slightly slanted like those of a cat – then hugged Sheila and murmured, "Nice to see you again." Her wide mouth was very expressive, with moderately full lips, the upper one shaped almost like an archer's bow. Her, full, mature body, I suspected, was a drawing card for the establishment, though for a Friday night the dinner crowd seemed rather sparse. We were seated at a table for four, with Sheila beside me on my left, our backs to a wall. JJ sat across from me. He ordered a Russian vodka while we women abstained. Nevertheless, when his drink arrived, Corista placed a light green beverage before us. Sheila started to say something and the hostess interrupted, "Our special, on the house. You liked it so much last time!" While perusing the menu, Sheila explained, "Corista was born in Spain, raised in El Salvador, then moved to Italy to live for seven years until her aged husband, thirty years her senior, died suddenly." "How did she get here?" I asked. "He was a wealthy restaurateur," she said. "As the sole recipient of his estate holdings, she came to the States – she'd always wanted to – and started this restaurant." As I listened, I watched the exotic woman converse with customers. Her body was something! and I found myself attracted to her. I stifled the excited, embarrassing flash that I get whenever I see a woman who appeals to me physically. I continued to watch her though, filling out a long-sleeved, ruffled white blouse with a neckline that plunged to her sternum to reveal full, firm breasts. She was probably a 36-D, tapering down to a 26 inch waist. Below that, I must admit, her hips flared generously – they were fuller than mine. There were more than a few Latin genes forming the flesh that stretched her tight, black pants. Yet she moved with an exquisite grace, gliding to and fro among the diners. Then she brought a man – a clergyman I gathered, because of his clerical collar – to sit at the next table, against the wall to my right. The three of us smiled and murmured salutations, then placed our dinner and wine orders with our waiter. I noticed that all the waiters and waitresses were attractive people in their twenties...contemporaries of mine. As we made small talk, Corista brought Sheila and me another of the delicious drinks to replace those that we'd just finished. The first one had made me light-headed and warm. I sipped slowly at the fresh one. "What is this?" I asked. "Mmmm, absinthe," Sheila whispered. "Isn't it scrumptious? It's illegal to ship it here from France. Corista gets it from someone in Central America!" "If I may, ladies, let me caution you on over-indulging," said the cleric to my right. "It's toxic in quantity. I've heard it called 'the liquor of Satan'," he said, toasting us with his glass of the same. "But artists call it 'The Green Fairy'," replied JJ, jovially. I looked at the pastor and felt suddenly happy and safe, pleased that a man of God had spoken to us. He wasn't particularly good looking, but appeared kind in a fatherly sort of way. He was lanky, balding, with a few wispy hairs combed across his pate, yet his lined face was very expressive. He was about 50, I thought, as he looked at me and smiled warmly. His teeth weren't good. The shirt cuffs that peeked out of his worn tweed jacket sleeves were slightly frayed, too. Under one I saw an elaborate tattoo, which struck me as odd. He saw me look and crossed his arms on the table, prompting me to look into his eyes. I hadn't noticed before, but they were totally black...all dilated pupil, with not a hint of an iris showing. He didn't blink, but seemed to look through me, then his eyes dropped to my breasts, then further down to my gauzy, black, wrap-around skirt adorned with red flowers. Though I clenched my knees together nervously, I was pleased that I'd worn a black half slip underneath. Otherwise, he could've seen through the wispy material and ogled my legs. I used to not mind when men looked at my muscular skater's thighs and calves, but that was when I was a slut...before I'd found Jesus. Since, I'd tried to be as physically modest as I could. Nevertheless, I was still flattered by his glances. Whew! I must be getting drunk, I thought, and vowed to go easy on the alcohol. He was a clergyman, yes, but still a man, after all! And he was making me a bit uneasy, because I felt fidgety as I continued to feel his eyes burn into my body. Our waiter brought the wine, which we tasted, and the soup, a delicious carrot-based bisque. Oddly, Corista – rather than the waiter – arrived with the huge, wooden peppermill. Rather than waste my delicious drink, I finished it in a gulp to switch to wine and felt its warmth permeate my stomach, then my entire midsection, which made my pussy flutter. Then my fingertips felt tingly. I watched with bated breath as Corista stood close to JJ. She brushed his forearm with one of her thighs, causing the possessive hair on the back of my neck to stiffen, and began to grind pepper onto his soup. "I like a lot of pepper," he said softly, "so please don't stop 'til I ask you to." He's a pepper freak, I know, so I wasn't surprised as she continued working the grinder. Not surprised, that is, until I saw his eyes looking at her luscious breasts, the upper slopes and cleavage of which were bare to his gaze not six inches away from his face. I clenched my fists nervously under the table. "Keep going," he said, and she continued her work, until I looked up and caught her watching him stare at her stunning tits. Her eyes never left him until, finally, he murmured, "Grazie...thank you." "Prego, Signore. Parle Italiano?" she asked, moving between the tables to offer me pepper, which I refused. "Mmm, poco...poco," he said, smiling, as she moved around the table to Sheila, who accepted a couple of dashes of the spice. "I will come by later," she responded, beaming at him. "We will talk of Italy. Buon appetito!" We thanked her, and the clergyman next to us asked, "Isn't she lovely? Quite a history, that one!" We looked at him and he apologized, "I'm sorry, my name's Aloysius Van Meter. My friends call me Luc." We introduced ourselves and the next hour or so flew by. Luc reminded Sheila that they'd met before...here at the restaurant, he told us. And I talked – babbling it seems – since I'd now become comfortable with him and his scorching eyes. I had so little chance to discuss the Scriptures with ministers of the faithful. The wine flowed and my face felt hot. I'm really drunk now! I thought, as Luc spiced up the conversation, regaling us with tales from the seminary, which made me giggle. It'd been a long time since I'd had as much fun just talking...especially about Jesus...even though Luc shocked me by telling me that our Lord had been married. Then, suddenly, he said, "Something happened a few years ago that caused me to leave the church." I was truly moved...sorrowful...as I saw his serious expression, and waited for an explanation. It didn't come, so I returned to my delicious cut of veal marsala, and the conversation wandered to other topics. From out of nowhere I said, "But you still wear the collar," continuing to wonder about this mysterious man of God who now sounded like an apostate. "It's just a costume," he said. "I'm Master of Ceremonies for a little performance art show that Corista puts on every Friday...upstairs." Ginny's Withering Faith "What kind of show?" I asked, curious. "A celebration of...ahh...humanity," Luc responded, at which point Corista stopped by the table and inquired as to how we were doing. She sat on one leg tucked under her shapely bottom, facing JJ sideways in the fourth chair. "Yummy!" I said, enthusiastically – sounding tipsy – to the agreement of both JJ and Sheila. "Oh, good!" she said, casting a brief – almost condescending – glance at me and facing JJ from the side. "Now, dove?...where have you been in Italy?" she asked JJ. They lapsed into the mysteries of the Italian language and suddenly she snapped her fingers at a waiter, another bottle of wine appeared, and she pointed to my glass, which was instantly filled. Some time later, after dessert, five people were at our table. I was really tipsy by this time! Luc had scooted next to me and his left thigh was glued to mine on my right, which made me a little nervous...yet it seemed warm and innocent. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive, I thought. Corista, seated at JJ's right, was grasping alternately at his forearm and leg, which bothered me too, but less so than earlier. I'd been entirely too possessive of him lately and, besides, I had a pastor paying a lot of attention to me. I didn't want to be a drag on the party! It was only when his hand grasped my knee and pushed my thin skirt to my upper right leg that I cringed, partly because his move excited me a little, causing a little perspiration to form on my upper lip. I looked into his impassive black eyes and decided that I'd better put a stop to this, since he continued to caress my tense, bare thigh with little squeezes of his fingertips. I glanced at my watch and interrupted everyone, which invited a cold, under-the-lids glare from Corista's sultry, yellowish eyes. "Think we ought to be going, JJ?" I asked, sounding like a jealous wife who was reclaiming her spouse...or one who was feeling guilty from flirting too heavily with a horny party guest. "Ahh, it's early, yet," he said, indicating that he wasn't ready to go. "I'll call home and make excuses if you like." "Early for a weekend, yes, but I've got to close the restaurant," Corista said, starting to rise. "And I have to get upstairs for the show," said Luc, hurriedly. "'Scuse, please," he said, pulling his fingers slowly away from my thigh and leaving. My leg was hot where his hand had been and I realized that I'd been breathing in anxious gasps while he'd been touching me. I nervously pulled my skirt down and realized that my underarms were wet. Also, my crotch. "You must stay!" said Corista, tugging at JJ's arm, then looking at Sheila. "I think you'd both enjoy it," said Sheila to us, softly. JJ shrugged, looked at me as I reluctantly nodded an "okay," and Sheila and I went to the restroom while JJ called Lee on his cell phone. Part 2 In the ladies' room Sheila said, very seriously, "I've known Jay a long time, Ginny – over thirty years – and he's the archetypal male animal...free...horny...and untamable. First he broke my elder sister's heart, then mine as a teenager, because he won't – he can't – commit to one woman. You're the first lady I've met whom he obviously loves, other than Lee, perhaps. But don't take refuge in that. Regardless of your staunch religious beliefs, you'd better have some fun of your own." "Well, if it's sex you're talking about, I've had plenty of that...even before I met JJ," I responded, brazenly. "Perhaps, but you were a baby then...and you're still very young," she said. "I'm over twenty years your senior and married, and I'm still playing catch-up for all the fun I've missed in life." I got the feeling that she was over-selling her point – given the sexual liaison that she and I'd had with JJ the previous week, which still caused me pangs of guilt – even though I was now so tipsy. We returned to the dining room and JJ was waiting by the stairway to escort us up the single flight to the second floor. When we arrived upstairs, it was as if we were entering a huge living room. It was furnished with plush sofas and chairs, except that there was a stage area on low risers at one end. A long, black velvet-covered refectory table was centered on it and several similar, smaller tables were placed in an arc along that end of the room, like the horns of a bull. The space was dimly lit, and along the walls were large, individually lit paintings and pieces of photographic art, which people were observing and talking about in muted tones. I was again breathing normally and my nervous agitation was gone...for the moment. But it returned quickly as I looked at the artwork in the big room. It was all very realistic, yet exaggerated in its execution, some of it computer-enhanced. If I'd been completely sober, I would've been shocked, since each piece depicted humans copulating, some of them engaged bestially with a variety of animals. My pulse raced as I saw that the subjects were all experiencing either a phase of sexual orgasm or its aftermath. I'd never seen anything like it but, of course, why would I have? I felt like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz as I looked at each one, with the color in my cheeks rising, aware that "we weren't in Kansas anymore." They were so boldly done...so unbelievably authentic and erotic, that I was getting turned on sexually. This was especially true as I discovered that Corista was the female subject in many of them...even with the animals! Her images were astoundingly licentious, made notable by computer-enhanced highlights of her slanted, yellowish eyes and the generous curves of her magnificent, alabaster body. I was absolutely captivated by her sensuality and again felt a numb warmth in my vulva. The lights blinked, indicating that the show was about to begin, and the guests seated themselves on various sofas and in overstuffed chairs. JJ, Sheila and I sat on a sofa against the back wall, with one low cocktail table in front of us. JJ ordered a cognac from a brunette waitress who was dressed in nothing but black heels, thigh-high stockings and a leather collar, with black pasties on her nipples. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a small, inverted triangle and her tight, twitching butt immediately captured our eyes as she went for the drinks. Sheila and I each got an ice water, but were also brought another, unordered, glass of absinthe, no doubt at Corista's behest. As inebriated as I was, I was excited by the atmosphere and breathing rapidly, anxious for the show to begin. The house went black and a spotlight focused on Luc, dressed in a full-length black robe, looking like a judge but for his clerical collar. "Ladies and gentlemen, Corista wishes that you – her special, discreet friends – enjoy yourselves without restraint this evening," he said. "To get things started, her young staff is providing you with after-dinner refreshment for the tummy and the eye, as befits a group of connoisseurs d'amour!" The spotlight was killed and he went offstage. Romantic music came over a sound system as a soft spot was turned on and focused ever more brightly on a nude young couple heatedly embracing in the center of the low stage...a waiter and waitress who, earlier, had been serving dinner. My hand trembled slightly as I sipped my drink, and I felt the moist glow of perspiration on my forehead. This is a fuck show! I realized, and grabbed for JJ's hand. I wanted...no, for an instant...I thought that we should leave, but I didn't really want to. My eyes were locked onto the attractive young couple, whose hands caressed one another's bodies, and whose wet mouths kissed and nibbled at all available flesh. The young woman, in her late teens, was nubile and wholesome looking, with the soft, budding curves of a white, suburban, ash-blonde debutante. The young man had the tall, rangy build of a Hispanic basketball player, tan and wiry. Both had been coated with gleaming oil, glistening under the lights. His ample cock, rising but still hooked downward, rubbed between the girl's slick thighs as their tongues moved in and out of each others' mouths. I looked over at Sheila on my left, and she'd lifted her right leg to place her foot on the edge of the low cocktail table, her knees spread under her long skirt. Her eyes shone as she sipped her ice water and I saw her tongue lick seductively at her upper lip as she watched, murmuring, "Gawd, I'm so horny, Ginny!" Still holding JJ's left hand, I looked at him on my right, and he was nonchalantly swirling his cognac in his free hand, acting as if he were watching a football game. How can he be so cool? I wondered. I recalled, though, that he'd hinted at things he'd seen – and done – in foreign lands, both as a soldier and when he was a consultant. I dropped his hand to lean forward and lift my glass of absinthe to take a generous swallow. The drink's heat hit me immediately and my groin felt flushed with heat. I was now conscious of renewed moisture in my crotch, which had just replenished itself from when Luc groped me. Dammit! I'm horny, too! I realized. I was ashamed, since when first talking with Luc downstairs – before he'd grabbed me with his hot hand – I'd felt so...so clean...for the first time in a long while. By this time our entertainers were well into their act, and I was watching their every move. Their youthful bodies were hunching at one another in a "69" position on the velvet-covered center table and they were moaning loudly, almost as one. This prompted several people in the audience to grope at themselves or each other, in various stages of undress, which only heightened my excitement. My throat felt tight, and I was breathing with difficulty. My mouth could almost taste the girl's juice as well as the guy's cock, and I looked at JJ again, touched his groin softly, just to the left of his package. He looked at me finally and leaned over to whisper, "Slip off your panties, sweetie...please." I know I should've been appalled, for a brief second, but I also felt what my body needed. So, instead, I made a big thing of removing my bolero jacket and putting it on my lap. Then, as Sheila's attention was captured by a woman a few feet to our left who began fellating her male companion's cock while kneeling on the floor, I scooted up a bit and drew my bikini panties and half slip down off my hips with my thumbs. I handed them to JJ and he folded them neatly before stuffing them into his blazer pocket. I sat back down and grabbed my drink for yet another sip, my chest heaving from embarrassed, horny agitation. My whole body was buzzing by now, and I tossed my jacket onto JJ's lap, so I could reach under it and touch his bulge...for the first time today, meaningfully...and it felt so good in my hand. I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol pulse through my brain, and stroked the warm, lumpy mass that I love so much. He uttered a slight groan, and I was happy that we were together, even in this dissolute, wicked place. Four more couples, all young, joined the original two people on stage and were in the process of mating. The original two were now engaged in coitus. Who am I kidding? They were fucking on a table top! In the doggie position! And they were making a lot of noise! The other eight were also getting into it on the other, scattered, tables in a variety of positions. And several of the audience members were humping away on their sofas and chairs as if the future of the world depended on their exertion. JJ and I were now masturbating one another. My hand had fished his erect cock through his fly and his fingers were between my legs, drawing from me a flood of moisture that was wetting my skirt under me. Sheila, by now, was masturbating herself under her wool dress, yet she still was watching everything transpiring in the room. A waitress appeared carrying a flat tray in front of her, under her naked breasts and suspended by a red satin rope. "Pleasure aid?" she asked Sheila, and leaned down to display the most bizarre collection of dildos that I'd ever imagined. "Ummm...nooo...not right...now," Sheila gasped, apparently content with her fingers. "Maybe...the...machine," she uttered. She used a name to describe what she'd requested, but it escaped me. I could only imagine what it was as the waitress went to get it, since I saw a woman on the other side of the room on her knees in front of a small appliance that looked like a child's version of an army tank. The cannon portion, two or three feet long, telescoped. On its end was a latex dildo that was cycling in and out of the woman's vagina at a very rapid rate. The machine's thrust was apparently controlled by her hand on a joy stick, causing her to moan and cry loudly at the automatic plunges made by her mechanical lover. Forgetting JJ's fingers for a moment, I giggled drunkenly at what I considered an absurd sight. Not for me! I told myself. I prefer the real thing! Not hesitant at all now, I yanked away my jacket covering JJ's middle and started to go down on him. I was absolutely drooling for a taste of his divine, sweaty cock, for the first time since yesterday. As his spongy corona teased the top of my throat, I mewled with delight at his familiar savory tang and feel. That's when the gong sounded. I turned my head slightly and looked toward the stage and, though the five couples were still fucking vigorously, a spotlight was centered on a figure of the Devil! He was thin, clothed in a shiny, iridescent green costume with mask and horns, and sported a huge male member, standing erect from his loins, with his balls in a green sort of G string. They hung heavily like two avocados. His prick looked as if it were covered with large green scales, like those of a very big fish. And where his costume wasn't, tattoos were. His milky white stomach, thighs, back and other places were covered with obscene body art. I raised up, captivated, and JJ threw my jacket over his erection, causing Sheila to giggle. A nude, svelte, white woman in a sequined purple cape – a queen of some sort, I presumed – joined the Devil at his side and they perused the audience in the dim light, then watched the five couples who were fucking at their sides. The woman was masked, with long, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, and a black snake was drawn or tattooed from her navel to her shaved vulva in a menacing, curled position. Her nipples were tipped with black. I knew in my heart that it was Corista, and my attention became so rapt that I forgot all about JJ. The Devil cupped a hand to his ear theatrically and, hearing the Hispanic guy who'd been fucking the ash-blonde begin to groan wildly, he motioned for a beautiful, naked, redheaded female attendant to carry a silver chalice to the young man. Grunting and moaning, the guy then separated from his female partner and, assisted by the attendant's milking hand, ejaculated repeatedly into the cup, held at a convenient angle by her. The redhead then sucked him clean with her mouth. When she was finished, he and his ash-blonde partner left the stage. The redhead repeated this process – jacking off each of the remaining four males as they reached orgasm, then sucking them clean – regardless of whether their female partners had climaxed. Apparently, all that the Devil desired was a cup of male semen. All that I wanted was to watch the guys cum, which was really turning me on. Each time their hips spasmed forward and backward, and their tight, six-pack stomachs flexed away, I uttered a small whimper as their hard pricks were jerked by the attendant to spray their seed into the cup. I was captivated by the sight, licked my lips sympathetically, and put my now bare feet on the edge of our table – having slipped out of my heels – propping my elbows on my knees to hold my chin. I was trembling with excitement and once again reached over to JJ for security, as his rigid staff, still slick from my spit, filled my jacking hand. For some reason I noticed a large patch of dried blood on my left knee bone that I'd cut in the morning while shaving my legs, and giggled inwardly at such an absurd, untimely observation. "Watch!" Sheila whispered hoarsely to me, still stroking herself, as the woman whom I thought was Corista reached down to caress the Devil's scaly cock. When her hand moved to his scrotum, it journeyed smoothly...uninterruptedly. When it took the other direction, however, toward the tip, it caused the scales to rise vertically to the condom-like device, which must have been rubber, I thought. A chorus of female groans then issued from the audience, as the collective feminine imagination vocalized the feeling that such stimulation would have if the obscene appendage were filling vaginas instead of Corista's hand. Since the chalice had now received its fill – I'd seen five men cum copiously into it! – apparently we were not going to have to wait long for the rest of the show, as murmurs of excitement began among the guests. I was all eyes and ears – though I'd returned to wanking JJ – but, unfortunately, at that moment our waitress appeared with Sheila's machine and I stopped. It looked like a small English riding saddle on top of a metal box. The saddle had a hole in it, with a nylon probe sticking out. From the waitress's tray of toys Sheila selected a veined dildo – about nine inches long – which the waitress slid onto the probe. She also slipped a flat piece of latex with a hole in it over the dildo, to cover a high button on the top front of the saddle. She plugged in the machine and handed Sheila a small box with two little dials on it. Satisfied, she turned to me and said, "I've got a treat for you." "Wha-a-at?" I gasped, astonished that she expected me to...to be like that other woman with her fucking toy tank! "I don't think so, Sheila!" I muttered hoarsely. "Not out here in front of God and everybody!" "Okay," she said evenly. "Just watch the show for a while and I'll use it. Remember what I told you earlier, though!" JJ looked at me quizzically and I just shook my head and snuggled up under his arm, leaning across his lap to stroke his cock with my left hand. As we looked up toward the stage, Sheila spread her legs under her skirt and squatted on the machine sitting in front of her on the floor. She did it slowly, carefully worming the long dildo into herself until it was seated to her satisfaction. She then sat up and unbuttoned the entire front of her dress, unfastening the center catch on her bra so that her full tits popped out proudly. She then began a rhythmic, circular motion with her hips and a smile appeared on her lips, indicating the beginning of a pleasurable, public, sexual journey. I hardly noticed the buzzing coming from her appliance, since JJ and I were watching the Devil and his partner, Corista, begin to fuck on stage. She'd doffed her mask and cape, laid on her back, and had grasped her ankles high over her head, spreading her pink, flowery cunt open to the audience. Though shaved, her pussy was surrounded by a thin, oblong border of hair – no more than a quarter-of-an-inch wide – making it look as if it'd been outlined by a black felt pen. I was breathless as the Devil now stroked himself, raising the scaly protuberances on his cock each time his hand moved toward its tip. He positioned the huge member at her opening, stirring it around a few times, and a collective groan came from the audience as he sank into the woman to his scrotum. When he pulled from her the first time, she uttered a loud "Aaahhhh!" Then he drove into her again, repeating his lunges, causing her to issue sharp feral cries as he fucked her in a lewd – almost inhuman – manner, occasionally sinking into her anus, then back to her cunt. Part 3 I was whining softly in my throat by now, totally at one with the performers. I was so hot!...so hot...but wanted to watch some more! I saw Sheila squatted to my left, mewling as the saddle's dildo and clit vibrator worked her toward orgasm. She fiddled with the two dials for a more preferred setting, then resumed her moans, rubbing her full breasts while her head was craned toward the ceiling. I looked back to center stage and was captivated as the lining of Corista's vagina, and her inner lips, pulled out obscenely with each withdrawal of the Devil's ugly, scaly probe. And I suddenly realized that I was as much a slave to pleasure as anyone in the room. My crotch was soaked, with my skirt underneath me stuck to my pussy, and I needed some attention! "JJ, please!" I whimpered. He looked at me – finally understanding my hunger – very calmly laid me down on the sofa and pulled my skirt up to my waist, and dropped his head between my willingly spread legs. "Aaahh, Gaawd, yesss!" I exclaimed, as his tongue pushed apart my steaming labia. "Yesss, JJ! Gaawd!" I cried even more loudly, not caring at all who heard, as he flicked my swollen clit 'til it almost burned. My heels dug into the sofa on either side of him and I thrashed up at his mouth for a couple of minutes until I came. "Yee-aahh! Yee-aahh! Yee-aahh!" I yelled, almost at the same time that Sheila reached an orgasm with her machine. I was sooo happy that JJ was here, I thought, as I came down a bit from my quick climax. There's no one like my old man! I thought, as I moaned and panted for breath. Ginny's Withering Faith Apparently Corista was of similar mind, since she, too, had a groaning orgasm that lasted about two minutes. She howled away like some wounded beast, bringing shivers to my shoulders and sympathetic throbs to my snatch, as the Devil plunged away between her thighs with his vicious barb. At this point Sheila had stripped herself completely of clothing and begun to undress me. "Try the Sybian," she said, indicating the machine. Though I was obviously much more comfortable than I'd been a few minutes before, I was still reluctant to make a public spectacle of myself on the floor. As always, I looked at JJ and he gave me a slow wink with both eyes, indicating that it was okay with him. My blouse was unbuttoned and bra unfastened, but I wasn't at the point where I wanted to be naked in public. So, I pulled the machine over in front of JJ, turned it toward him so that he could watch over me, and I slowly began to impale myself on its plastic prong. My Lord, it felt sooo good! Even for a dildo, it filled me absolutely full, though was a bit cold. I realized that I was hopelessly drunk – I'd finished my third absinthe! – as I giggled and did a few quick thrusts...then Sheila switched on the machine. The vibrations inside me and the quivering bump against my clit immediately transported me to another level. I couldn't speak. All I could do was whine and moan. I reached forward and grabbed fists full of JJ's pant legs, furrowing my brow with pleasure, and he smiled wanly at me, reaching down to stroke one of my hands in an understanding way. I then let Sheila undress me, at last removing all my garments...blouse, bra and wrap-around skirt. About all I can remember for many minutes in my liquor-laced mind was Sheila sitting behind me on the saddle and caressing me softly from my trembling pelvis, up over my tits and back down. I soon began wailing loudly as an absolutely magnificent orgasm washed over me in thunderous, interminable, breathtaking waves. Sheila surprised me by turning down the machine slightly. I was frustrated by its relative stillness, and by now just wanted more! I was in a dreamlike state – my brain was addled from absinthe and wine – and my body was a slave to the buzzing probe inside me, as well as its wonderful clit vibrator. She noticed my hunger as I began to whine and thrust my hips more quickly onto the dildo, and again she switched it higher, causing me to mewl in delight. I was vaguely aware of Corista joining us, sitting next to JJ. She was totally naked, and though I'd renewed my pleasant engagement with the machine, I saw the full splendor of her mature body. I shuddered inside as I suddenly realized that I wanted to hold her...to feel her flesh against mine. I closed my eyes to slits as the machine vibrated inside me, making me bead with perspiration from even more desire. She watched me writhe and grip the material of JJ's slacks and a slight smile appeared on her face, the first time she'd acknowledged me in a kindly way. She placed both hands under her full breasts and held them out, seemingly to me. They hardly sagged, were tipped with large black-painted nipples, and I wanted to suckle them and feel them pressing against mine. Still looking at me, she leaned against JJ's shoulder and sat on her right haunch with her bent leg flat on the sofa. Then she raised her left leg widely to place her foot on the cushion, opening her pink pussy fully to me. At the inside edge of her tan labia there was a thin growth of pubic hair that I thought she must pluck with tweezers in order to keep it so neat. The snake tattooed from her slit to her navel was hideous, yet heightened her mysterious appeal. She whispered something to JJ and looked back at me without expression, then opened her legs further. She was very wet, and I could scarcely keep my eyes off of her snatch. She then leaned over JJ's middle and took his hardening cock in her right hand, her purple-polished nails gleaming in the dim light as her long fingers gripped his pulsing member. In one slow move, now looking impassively into my eyes, she leaned down further and placed her beautiful, bow-like mouth over his cock. I whimpered, feeling helpless, as JJ threw back his head at the contact of her swirling tongue, and her eyes pierced me, registering nothing but calculated provocation. The yellowish tint of her irises, bound by black mascara and shadow, was half-covered by her unblinking upper lids. She looked like a monstrous, wanton animal as I watched her curled upper lip and hand cycle up and down his bulging penis. It was the bulging penis of the man I love...and I whimpered...realizing with horror that I greedily wanted both the phallus she was sucking, as well as its fellatrix, not to mention the wondrous machine. I cried out like a little girl, "Ohh, JJ!" and my mind was screaming from seeing him pleasured by this fantastic woman. But Sheila had turned on the vibrators again, and was stroking my trembling, hot body. Yet I was still hurt by Corista's spectacle, which was just one of many going on in the room. Sheila turned up the vibrations further, causing the Sybian's dildo to quiver in me to my cervix, and I was off again, whimpering and keening for her not to stop. For the longest time I was in a surreal sphere that melded the physical with the mental, the sensual with the imaginative, as my vagina spasmed from scores of micro orgasms. Then, I became just barely conscious of someone standing next to my left. I looked up, distractedly, and it was Luc. Though addled by the insidious liquor, I recognized that he was the Devil, now without mask and costume. His thin body was naked, covered with tawdry tattoos, and his cock hung softly between his legs...nearly halfway to his knees it seemed. It was covered with that...that thing...with the scales! Up close, they were triangular, with their bases against his member. Each one was tipped with a small, round piece of rubber...obviously meant to stimulate a woman's vagina. There seemed to be dozens of them. "Ohh, Gaawd!" I gasped in my stupor, as he languidly slipped his hand to and fro along its flaccid length. "No, my dear Ginny...Luc. Some say it's short for Lucifer!" he grinned, wickedly. "Thought you might like to see me up close and personal," he said, running his hand up and down his hardening member, causing the green rubber scales to rise and fall. "Ohhh," I gasped, watching him manipulate his prick. Then he dropped to his knees and licked for a moment at the patch of dried blood on my left knee. He tongued it clean and looked up at me, murmuring, "Mmmm, nice 'n' salty...just like you are inside, I'll bet." He shocked me by whispering, "I'd give a king's ransom to drink your menstrual blood!" Then he went back to nibbling and licking me, this time covering my entire thigh with streams of shiny drool. "Mmmm, your legs are those of an angel," he murmured. "Downstairs, I wanted to force them apart, smear your cunt with crème brulee, then eat you for dessert...right on the table!" His long, slick tongue caused an immediate pang in my pussy. "Would you have fought me?" he asked, muttering as he continued to lick at my leg. I cried out, "Yeeaah! No! Oohh, I...don't know!" as a minor orgasm hit me again. I was still bracing my hands on JJ's legs, and had found the perfect angle for the machine to do me, leaning forward, with my shoulders high and neck and head drooping between them. Luc now began stroking the insides of my trembling thighs with his bony fingers, starting at my knees, then moving to my wet clit, which now seemed glued to the machine's vibrating button. Every square inch of my body was working now, working to bring me nothing but pleasure. Luc's mouth was still working, too, as he was sucking at my trembling left breast with little nips and kisses. He moved his left hand across me to twiddle my right nipple, just as Sheila began pushing something into my anus. Another dildo! I realized, as I raised my head dazedly to see the waitress with the tray walking away. I gasped as the latex probe entered my ass gently...easily, since Sheila had lubed it and...it felt really good! I looked again to JJ for acknowledgement, perhaps support...I hoped, permission...to really let go. My mind left me for a moment, and I saw myself from above, out of my body, and realized that I'd become a slut again. My new faith, as strongly as I'd wished it to guide me from day to day, was rapidly withering. I couldn't see JJ. Corista had pulled his pants down to his knees, straddled his legs with her back to him, and was sliding up and down on his cock...my JJ's cock! I looked at its tan fullness splitting her wet labia, which were outlined in black with their pencil line of hair, and I immediately clamped down inside on the dildos filling me as the Latina's pleasure registered repeatedly on her slack-jawed face. "Ooohh, JJ...noooo," I whined, suddenly frightened that this exotic beast-woman would split us up. I panicked as I imagined her taking him from me...or me from him. In the back of my mind, I wondered, crazily, if I might be able to trade my body – giving myself to Corista, or the entire group of these people – in exchange for his indispensable love. My fears were heightened by the fact that JJ's hands grasped her waist and he was helping her liquid vertical movements. He's enjoying her! I thought. I'm supposed to be doing that for him! I started to panic again but realized that it was another mini orgasm that had hit me, leaving me once again to drop my head and moan. I heard a low whisper, "Ginny...Ginnnny." It was Luc, now standing upright on his knees, next to me on the floor, stroking his cock, which was now hugely erect and without its scaly green condom. "Giiinnnny...please...taste me," he said, touching my left upper arm with his hot, swollen tool. "N-n-n-no!" I gasped. "I can't! It's not right! JJ's my...," I almost started to say husband, but I couldn't! "JJ's my...," and realized that step-father, father of my baby, boss, landlord, whatever, were equally ridiculous and wouldn't work! Then my body froze from a little orgasm again, and all I could mutter was, "I love JJ!" at which point Sheila cranked up the vibrating machine again and I acknowledged its tireless, impersonal efforts with a yelp. "But Jay's busy right now," Sheila said from behind me, coldly, as she renewed her tempo with the lubed dildo in my bowels. I looked dreamily over at Luc, whose face had again taken on its kindly air, and he raised his eyebrows and proffered his pulsing cock to me. It was so big I wasn't sure I could get it into my mouth. I looked in front of me to Corista, who was now working toward a climax of her own, with JJ's index finger blindly rubbing her clit in front. Looking back at Luc, who'd edged closer to me so that his cock lay on my arm not two inches away from my mouth, I realized that JJ – damn him! – wouldn't care if I blew a horse right now. I licked my dry lips. "I'll pray for you, my sweet!" Luc said, softly, then groaned, "Ahhhhhhnng!" as I closed my mouth over his glans and pushed down gradually over his thick, hot meat. It was awkward for me to move, so he flicked his hips slightly to gain more depth to my throat, and I tasted the viscous pre-cum leaking from him. It reminded me of the bitter taste of my ice show producer on tour who, five years before, always forced me to suck him off if I gained an extra few pounds, which stretched my costumes. Unlike then, though, my body was now afire, all three of my holes were full, and this lurid, filthy scene was created indelibly in my mind as I closed my eyes tightly, embarrassed that all of these people could see what I was doing. Only a few others were watching us, however, as I heard just three or four whispering voices around us, while many others were still rutting away around the room. I still didn't want to open my eyes as I heard Luc breathlessly praising my hot, velvety mouth, so I just accepted the fact that he'd cum, I'd swallow his load, and it'd all be over. Then JJ and I could go home and never come back here again. That's when Corista erupted in another climax. I snapped open my eyes and looked toward her...to where she was bouncing up and down on JJ's cock. This caused Luc to scoot around on his knees so he didn't pop from my lips, which he'd been stretching with his glans for a couple of minutes. She screeched and clawed at JJ's naked thighs, causing a series of sympathetic tremors in me as I knew what she was feeling from my man's thrusting rod. She also tugged at her blackened nipples for several seconds, until she came down from her peak, moaning. She then pulled off of JJ, leaving his dick to flap away in the air and, adjusting her feet on the floor, moved forward slightly to place him into her rectum, once again to slide very slowly...haltingly...down to his balls. She then pulled her legs up to place her feet flat on the sofa outside of his thighs. She was splayed completely open, showing off her dripping cunt, and leaning back against him, now with him fully impaling her anus. Still gasping, she gave me her signature, half-lidded look and beckoned her fingers to me, whispering, "Come here, sweet little blonde American girl. I know you want to taste me, too." Her large, red clitoris was pulsing at me, as if it were some sort of Sapphic sign that blinked, "Welcome." "The Priestess is summoning you, Ginny," Luc groaned in an ambivalent tone, aware that he'd have to relinquish my mouth to his boss. "You must go to her to save your soul." "What?" I gasped, pulling my lips off his giant cock. Suddenly I felt momentarily sober, shocked at this apostate's pronouncement. He certainly has a novel approach to spiritual salvation! I thought. "I'm not going to...," I started to say. Secretly, though, I wanted to scratch that awful, taboo, lesbian itch that my mother had had years ago...and that I'd had more recently. Deep down, I wanted to taste her...to eat her...to gorge myself on her rich juices. The element of pride was also involved, since I knew she was challenging me to demonstrate my sexual skills on her body. Yet I still hesitated. Sheila interrupted me and said, "Ginny, you've been sucking a holy man's cock for over five minutes – just a couple of hours after you've met him – and I know for a fact that you're not a virgin at this." She has a point, I thought. "But I'll have to leave my machine!" I whined. Though...JJ hadn't popped yet. Maybe if I could get Corista to cum, on the way home he and I could just pull over in the car and we could fuck ourselves silly, I thought to myself. Sheila's turned off the machine, anyway, and it's now just a cold, inanimate appliance. The dildos still felt good though, and I pushed forward and backward, trying to keep up the thrusting feeling. But I gradually succumbed to the inevitable. Reluctantly, I slipped off of the saddle. Sheila pulled the machine out of the way and removed the other dildo from my ass. I was astonished at how empty I felt, and crawled on all fours between JJ's outspread legs, shyly edging closer to Corista's open, pink gash, whose dripping inner lips seemed to vibrate for a touch of my tongue. An inch away from her pussy, I smelled her overpowering, womanly scent. I felt dizzy suddenly, as a thousand cells in my brain expired from the alcohol I'd consumed. I do want to eat her...to suck her juices down, I thought. She's so beautiful. And – Sheila's right – I'm not a virgin...even at this. I've tasted Carol as well as Sheila and, years ago – reluctantly – my roommate on tour in Philadelphia, who was my first woman. I slowly eased my tongue into Corista's slit, causing her to groan loudly, "Ah, Si!...my tender little blonde girl. I've wanted you all night!" Then I dug into her boldly, feeling her thin band of wiry pubic hair tickle my tongue on the sides. I swirled it in deep circles to feel her sweet quivering tissues, and her hands came immediately to the sides of my head, sealing my mouth completely to her trembling vulva. I raised my hands to the inside of her soft, smooth, buttery thighs and she mewled like a little girl, "Ooohhhh, Si, raggaza...Si! Si!" Then I pulled back, causing her to moan disappointedly, since I wanted to taste JJ's cock. I licked his member at its base, protruding from her ass, and savored the bittersweet, acrid taste of her bowels that had gathered there as a result of their sodomy. Encouraged, and feeling awfully powerful...awfully dirty...I spent minutes taking long, slow licks at their junction, alternately lapping up at her soaking pussy. No, I wasn't a virgin at this, I confessed to myself proudly, now without a trace of shame. Part 4 How much time has passed? I wondered. Corista was keening my name constantly and I heard the muted grunts of others in the room as her thighs opened and closed against my ears. Then someone was behind me, between my legs, and was stirring a cock into me. I thought that it was Luc's because it felt huge, disturbing me a bit at first. A hand grasped my shoulder and I saw its bony outline, with a green tattoo snaking up its wrist. It was Luc, of course, and he was pushing into me...and pushing...and pushing some more, spreading my inner tissues with his great cudgel and leaving me breathless. He struck my cervix and I grunted, momentarily disengaging from Corista, to admonish him, "No!" I didn't want him forcing that thing into my womb. That's a special place...meant only for JJ. Then he began to pull out and I felt as if my vagina was experiencing hundreds of little electric shocks. My buttocks trembled and my birth canal spasmed out of control with each withdrawal. He's slipped on one of those scaly rubbers! I realized. And, as his lunging hips sped up, he caused me to screech as each rubber-tipped triangle created its own chain of heavenly seizures, from my cervix out to my pussy. I grunted like a wild animal each time Luc pulled out of me. I was absolutely crazy with the desire for more. The sound from my throat was a feral, "Uuunnh!...Uuunnh!...Uuunnh!...Uuunnh! Uuunnh!" The rubber scales on his condom stroked backward against my vaginal lining and each one seemed to spark a micro orgasm of its own. I began shrieking into Corista's cunt, forcing air into her, which escaped every few seconds in little love farts along with her flowing juice. I was climaxing constantly by this time, dwarfing the sounds of the other guests and drawing a crowd as Luc plundered me. The redheaded attendant, the dildo waitress, even some of the earlier entertainers who'd fucked, now stood around watching the skinny, tattooed man turn me into a mass of growling, groaning, whimpering, cunt-licking woman flesh. Somewhere between the time I saw Corista sucking JJ's cock and the present, I'd reconciled myself to what was happening. Gone were my inhibitions, also my religious sensibilities. Though still drunk, I realized that I was in this until JJ decided to go home. So, I separated my mind from my body, which had betrayed me...and let my body do what it wanted. I reveled in the sheer physical feeling of Luc's assault of me...only the third cock I'd felt in over five years, since age nineteen. But this one was amazing! The sheer magnitude of his flesh was daunting, and I was determined to enjoy it, taking Sheila's advice suddenly to heart. Besides, he used to be a man of the cloth. Now that he was a renegade, I figured that – though he's a rank hypocrite – a man endowed with this much meat couldn't be all bad. For a moment, I realized that I'd reverted to my old self – the younger Ginny, slut extraordinaire – immediately assessing a man for what he carried between his legs. But at this point I hardly cared about my image, or what I was, so long as I could continue fucking.