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Random: Revelation

By: Dreams of Desire



Alison's father placed the phone back with a chuckle and gave his lover a lecherous grin.

The she-male smiled back, stroked her erection and said, "do we have time for one more?"

He looked into her sea-green eyes and said, "no, my wife may be home soon."

"And it wouldn't do for her to find you with your lovely cock in my pussy?" She said, laying across the bed with her legs open, inviting him to fill the tight pink hole that winked pertly under the shade of a firm pair of balls.

His hands smoothed down her stockinged thighs, parting them wider as his cock nudged into her pussy - so much tighter than his wife! - while watching her jerk off slowly, stimulating the rigid flesh into giving up a pearl of pre-cum.

"God, You're so hot," he whispered, swiping the creamy jewel from the seeping slit with his thumb and sucking on it like a spoiled brat.

Once again he gave silent thanks to the impulse which made him check out the on-line dating site where they'd got to know each other. The gizmo that disguised her voice had been a necessary ruse for she had quickly learned that discretion was the better part of valour, especially as she lived less than twenty miles away, and had proved very entertaining that night. He briefly wondered what the people had done after they'd put the phone down, then gave his attention to the matter in hand. Her clit in his hand, to be precise. He grinned, stroking the smooth length over her guiding hand. It wasn't the biggest he'd ever seen. He regularly met guys at the glory-hole in the park to satisfy his base urges and one of them had to be at least a foot long. Big, black and hard with a nob the size of his daughters fist! He groaned, trying not to linger too long on the memory of Alison's sweet lips wrapped around his throbbing cock and concentrated on screwing himself deeper inside his fantasy-made-flesh. Judy, as the she-male liked to be called, groaned in husky tones and wriggled her delicious arse around his meat, taking it inch by inch until the whole thing was firmly embedded in her moist fuck hole. The innocent expression of his daughter refused to leave his private thoughts and he opened his eyes to see Judy looking up at him with pure lust, her tender red lips parted, panting with passion. She ran the pink tip of her tongue over them and urged him on by humping onto his cock.

"Don't stop baby," she crooned, "that feels so good."

Damnit! His daughter had said that after he'd eaten her juicy pussy. Then the blackmailing bitch had swallowed his length like a piece of fruit until he'd blown a hot load over her face and sworn her to secrecy. So far she'd kept her word, but her knowing looks when he went to work on his computer did nothing for his peace of mind. But his sexual urges demanded satisfaction and he couldn't help answering their persistent call. He could feel his spunk boiling up as he plunged harder between her cheeks while wanking her big juicy clit himself. Her hands caressed her perfect tits, squeezing the fleshy silicones up until the nipples pointed towards him.

Judy waggled her tongue at him and said, "cum all over my tits sweetie."

Oh fuck yeah! They looked so much more tempting than the baggy appendages his wife possessed - but not as lush as his daughters. Fuck it! He imagined what she was up to with that fat friend of hers and felt less guilty for this secret tryst. If she took him down she would go right along with him. He made up his mind to thank Judy with a big load - after all, it's was thanks to her for making the discovery - if she hadn't suggested having fun with the phone while they fooled around he'd never have found out!

He straddled her tits and slid between them with a contented moan, watching her lips kiss the head of his pumping cock on every up stroke. Her erect nipples, still wet from his mouth, poked jauntily between her spread fingers. He reached down and pinched them up, making her groan with pleasure.

"Come on Mike, spray me with spunk," she said, squeezing his cock in the soft channel.

He moaned loudly, brushed her hands aside and crushed her tits around his thrusting rod, sandwiching his hot meat between them. She clasped his pumping buttocks, parted them and ran nimble fingers along his hairy crack, tickling the hole to encourage him.

"Fuck yes, finger it," he grunted, feeling one slip inside.

Judy licked his weeping cock and delved deeper. She loved to finger fuck a mans arse as he came and this one had built up a heavy load. His hot, swollen balls rubbed delightfully on her tingling skin as he fucked her tits hard and fast - just the way she liked it!

"Cum on my titties," she urged, "cum on my face. Cum in my mouth. Cum for me baby...Cum!"

She alternated a finger from each hand inside his tight arsehole, bringing him closer to the point of no return. Pre-cum greased her cleavage, making his cock slide smoothly up and down.

Mike panted with pleasure at the additional stimulation and groaned, "You like that big cock? - You want it to shoot all over you?"

'Why did they always say that?' she wondered. Of course she liked it - she loved it! Big cocks had always fascinated her, though this was about average according to her expert eye. She'd always felt an affinity for the sexual male and had saved up for the implants as soon as she could, changing her name and lifestyle to suit her temperament, discarding the awkward boy for the confident woman within the body that attracted men like Mike. He just wanted to satisfy his curiosity about her, use her body, which was fine with her. She just wanted his spunk.

Judy adored men: the hot smell of his musk; the hard feel of his body; the rutting excitement leading to utter bliss when he came, making her femininity complete. She loved to be fucked but, best of all, she loved to suck until the creamy juices spurted. Her lips took the head of his cock and held on, trapping it in a velvet-soft grip and licking under the sensitive glans.

"Oh fuck! That's good - suck my fuckin' cock!" Mike said, releasing her tits to grab her head, pushing himself deeper until he felt her gag before accepting the full length.

His hairy balls tickled her chin as she swallowed him whole, holding him deep by plunging both fingers right up his arse. He gripped her lustrous black hair, freshly cut that day in a cute page-boy style, pulled back to her spit-slick lips and thrust inside again, roughly fucking her pretty face. Her moans of excitement shimmied along his cock, coating her tongue with more musk.

He grinned and said, "you're a good cock sucker."

The corners of her mouth lifted as she smiled around his meat. How many times had she heard that? Too many to count, that's for sure! She never tired of hearing it though and her fingers screwed deeper inside his lovely arse as a thank you for the compliment. That brought a loud groan and a gush of juices which announced the imminent delivery of a hot, fresh load of spunk. It poured down her throat in a creamy wave before he pulled out and stroked himself off over her face, showering her with steamy drops that clung to her skin. Judy didn't care that her carefully applied make-up was ruined in moments, all she craved was another blast from his juicy balls. She sucked them greedily, demanding and receiving more spunk that flew over her face, giving her hair white streaks of salty spume that dripped slowly down onto her cum-caked face. It felt like summer rain, soft and warm, as he came with a mighty roar, jerking his fist in a blurred frenzy along his spunking shaft. His balls popped out of her mouth as he leaned back to finish off over her tits, spattering them at random until the last drop fell onto her nipple. Her fingers slid from his arse and massaged his balls, making sure they'd given her all they could while he smeared the sticky cream into her skin, sliding it back up for her to suck the head clean and complete his fantasy. Well, almost.

"Are you ready to cum?" He panted, wiping his cock over her spunk strewn face.

She waggled her pencil thin eyebrows coquettishly and said, "suck it and see."

Mike slid down her slippery body, licking up a mouthful of spunk to use it as a natural lubricant on the head of her hard flesh.

"Yes baby," she moaned, rubbing his cum into her tits, "suck my big clit."

He loved how she called it that rather than a cock and lavished the length of her with wet licks until it pooled around the base, dripping over the incongruous bulge of freshly shaven flesh beneath. They felt hot and tight with lust after all the excitement and he sucked her clit deeper while running his fingers over her smooth skin, feeling them tighten further up under the teasing touch. She may have looked all woman on the surface but underneath a pulse of masculinity still throbbed with primal power, hard and urgent. Her slender legs parted, allowing him to explore further.

"Lick my pussy," she panted, "and stroke my clit."

His tongue was there before she finished the sentence, rimming the pink pucker between her soft, round cheeks with tender flicks of his tongue. Usually her wasn't too keen on performing such a lewd act, but as she was so clean he ate her out willingly, licking round and round in ever decreasing circles until she opened up under his lips. He squeezed the hard tip of her clit and rubbed it with his thumb, kissing her hot hole with increasing passion as she writhed in utter ecstasy.

"Stick your tongue in my pussy," she moaned, holding his head firmly. It slithered in and out as his lips sucked ardently on her fragrant hole. Judy went into rapture's at this and urged him to, "fuck me with your tongue! God, yes! Suck my pussy - suck my clit...I'm so close!"

Mike spat lustily on her tight fuck hole then slid his tongue through the slippery mess, spreading it up her clit until his mouth took hold of her again, slobbering down her length while sliding a stiff finger inside her tight, wet hole at the same time. He couldn't see her head thrash from side to side but he could feel her back arch up off the bed, and hear her cries of delight, as she thrust six inches of solid sex into his mouth. The prospect of making her cum stiffened more than just his resolve to bring her off and, despite having cum already, he pulled himself up to full resplendence once more as he tasted her sweet juice.

"Finger my pussy - harder," she begged, "I'm gonna cum!"

Just for good measure he plunged another inside, right up to the knuckle, as she pulled his head up to meet her glittering gaze.

"Don't swallow," she reminded him, "I want to taste it."

He nodded, bobbing up and down faster and faster until her creamy juice spilled onto his tongue. She bounced on his fingers and spurted gloriously into his mouth, feeling him swirl the creamy juices over her flesh until it threatened to spill over his lips. Swiftly she pulled his head up and he came to her, sharing the hot spunk in a lingering kiss that made her toes curl with pleasure. His fingers slid out of her pussy as he moved his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up to take his renascent cock between them, sliding inside with a smooth thrust that took her breath away.

Judy opened her eyes wide in surprise and saw him wink playfully as he began to fuck her. She sucked more spunk from his tongue, rolled it round her mouth and accepted his passion by wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. The snowball gathered momentum as they swapped it back and forth, rolling it between them until they drooled like rabid dogs in heat. His weight pushed her legs further back until she felt them go over her head, exposing her to his lust until it possessed her, devouring her body like a man starved for too long. She swallowed a mouthful of spunk and begged for more.

He let her load drip from his lips and smacked her arse with his balls for being such a greedy slut. She lapped it up then pulled him close to search his mouth with her tongue to see if any traces were left. None remained.

"God, you're so hot," she said ardently, "give me more!"

An animal growl bubbled from his lips as he leaned back, pulling her onto his lap. They kissed wildly while he shuffled forwards to put her against the headboard and she whimpered as he screwed her higher and higher until her back slid up the wall. There he began to fuck her harder, almost brutally, ramming himself between her legs that held onto him with desperate strength. Bang-bang-bang! The bed hit the wall, shaking under them with every thrust, his balls smacking her harder and faster. She bit his lip and tasted blood, her nails raked down his spine, spurring him on and on. His hands pulled her wide open for the insatiable lust to take absolute control of her body.

Judy held on and did everything she could to get him to cum: using her muscles to squeeze, her lips to caress and her hands to coax him to fill her with his hot lust. Still he pounded her into submission. She pleaded, she wheedled, she cried and finally, she prayed that he'd cum deep inside her.

"Beg for my juice," he demanded.

She begged, moaned and screamed for his ultimate fulfilment.

Mercilessly he lifted her from the meaty impalement, threw her back onto the bed, rolled her onto all fours and lunged between her creamy cheeks, fucking her like the horny bitch she undoubtedly was.

"Come on!" Mike smacked her rosy cheeks and pumped harder between them, knowing he could keep this up for as long as it took to get what he wanted. "Say it like you mean it."

Her body shook like a sapling caught in a high wind as she spread eagled herself in an attitude of total surrender to him, taking everything he'd got and begging for more. He paused for breath while pushing her legs up to make sure her arse was stuck right out before resuming the punishing rhythm.

"Where'd you want it, In your pussy? Over your arse? Tell me! Where?" He panted lasciviously, drilling her delicious fuck hole like a man possessed.

"D-do I-it An-y-wh-where y-you w-wa-want!" Judy managed to say, her quavering voice rising higher as he reamed her out.

"Fuck yes!" He groaned, slipping his hands under her sweaty body to squeeze her tits.

"Fu-fu-fuck meeeeeeeee!" She squealed, feeling him pinch her sensitive nipples as he kept fucking her just the way she liked it - hard. Hard and hot, just like his cock. Judy rarely let them cum inside her but this one made her feel so good she couldn't resist letting herself go. It had been too long since she'd felt the hot rush of lust.

His balls churned more precum into her tight chute, keeping her slick for the deep, hard strokes. He kept a firm hold of her tit and slid the other up to her face, smothering her gasps as he stuck his fingers into her mouth.

"Suck it," he grunted, "suck it like a cock."

Judy did so, tasting a combination of his salty juices spunk and her earthy perfume. Her clit stiffened at the thought of getting double-teamed, as it was one of her favourite ways to get off and she made a mental note to introduce this stud to her intimate circle sometime. If they were here now they'd spray both of them with a white shower! The very idea made her shiver with delight.

It was a good job he couldn't read her mind as the mental image of four shemale's jerking off over their conjoined bodies would've brought him screaming to orgasm. Her fucking, sucking holes were doing all they could to that end. He didn't think he could last much longer as it was anyway, she was just too horny!

He kissed the back of her neck and whispered in her ear, "ready?"

Ready or not he was going to cum anyhow. He moved both hands to her shoulders, pinning her down as he levered up to gather momentum for the final push, looking down to watch her take the full length up to the root.

"MMMM HMMMMM!" Spit drooled from her lips as she felt him surge inside her.

Judy gave a cry of dismay as his cock popped out of her, bringing a stream of juices down the back of her thighs. Her cry of dismay became one of sheer bliss as she felt him slide right back in. Squelch-slap, squelch-slap...every inch slid up and down, raising the erotic tension with each stroke. His weight pressed her into the bed, strong hands holding her down, pinning her beneath the hot thrusting length of him which unerringly found its target, time after time, guided by her animal magnetism.

"Cum! She groaned, "in my pussy."

"I can't hear you," he teased, humping hard between her velvet cheeks. He loved hearing her talk dirty, something his wife never did.

"Cum in my juicy pussy!" She said louder, reaching back to spread her cheeks for him to see exactly where she wanted his juice to spurt.

"Cum over your arse?" He gasped, pretending to mishear.

She winced at hearing him use that word and humped up at him crying in a loud voice, "Cum in my fucking pussy!" Her clit throbbed to the rhythm and she rubbed it along the bed as he drove deeper and deeper.

"Louder!" He gasped, lunging back and forth as though doing press-ups, sweat dripping onto her back in the heat of their passion.

"Cum in..." She shouted in a most unladylike way, feeling him swell and stretch her open.

"Yes!" He groaned, burying his cock inside her sumptuous cunt.

"My pussyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Judy cried, as she felt him spurt deep inside her.

"YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" His spunk burst with enough force to squirt back along his pumping shaft, slithering over his balls as he gave her everything she deserved.

Sometimes she wondered if all the pain of her transformation was worth it, but whenever Judy felt a man cum inside her like this she knew it was. She loved how his hard body crushed her soft flesh, how his wiry hair tickled and scratched her skin. She adored the way his cock stretched her, throbbing with every beat of his balls that spumed hot spunk into her mouth, over her face and tits and ass - so much sexier than the anglicised version! But, best of all, she loved how a man filled her pussy with his lush juices. It always gave her clit a buzz and this time was no different. His hot breath washed over her neck as his lips sought hers. They kissed passionately, feeding on each other as they rode the waves of sexual bliss that rippled through them.

Mike sighed as the aftershocks of his orgasm sizzled through him. He'd lain with several women before getting married (and a few more after that) but none compared to this.

Regretfully he slid himself from between her gorgeous cheeks and slapped the head of his cock on them.

"Fuck! That was hot," he said, leering at the slippery mess he'd made. "But you'd better get dressed, my missus could be back any minute."

'So much for romance,' she thought, rolling over to watch him scurry about the bedroom, picking her clothes off the floor where he'd flung them haphazardly in haste to get to grips with the sweet treats beneath. Mind you, romance had been the last thing on her mind tonight. But it was nice to get at least a cuddle after such a good hard fuck.

Judy slid her panties over her semi-hard clit and put her skirt back on while Mike refreshed himself in the bathroom. She couldn't be bothered with her ablutions, preferring to take the gift of his cum away home to play with it later.

"You want to come again sometime?" Mike asked, escorting her courteously to the door.

"Sure! Why not?" She said, giving him a little wave as she walked to her car, aware of his eyes following the wiggle in her walk every step of the way.

His juices squished in her crack as she sat in the car, making her giggle. Two women, who could only be his wife and daughter, walked arm in arm along the pavement as she drove past, turning her giggle into loud peals of mirth that made them turn and stare as they floated out of the open window.

"Who's that?" Alison said, watching the car go by until it turned on the road out of the village.


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"No idea," her mother replied shortly, paying no attention to it. All she wanted to do was go home and rest after a very busy and unsettling day.

The laughter fluttered after her car like a victory pennant, drifting past the house where Mrs Lord lay in blissful congress with her son, Gordon. It passed unheeded by the house where Mrs Woolmers family spent the night, illicitly exploring the depths of depravity with each other, and it paused by the church where the priest knelt in solemn prayer, asking forgiveness for his moment of weakness with Mrs Barton.

Her eidetic memory had all their numbers neatly arranged for instant recall, but first she used her car phone to tell her best friend, Carla, all the dirty details as she drove home. She thought everyone had earned a little party for their efforts - especially the priest…they had special plans for him.



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"...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.




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"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.

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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 4x4 '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.

All too soon he groaned, "I'm cumming," and shuddered with every spasm of his huge balls, grinding them against the biggest clit Danni had ever seen. She knelt with difficulty in the cramped space as the woman stood up, parting her legs to allow a rich, foamy stream of spunk to pour into the chalice. Her husband wasted no time in stuffing his meat into her syrupy snatch while the younger one couldn't wait for him to finish, rudely availing himself of her other hole as she stood there, eagerly taking them both. Danni was pushed to the floor in the rush and narrowly avoided spilling the sticky contents of the chalice over her, but managed to hold it up between the shuddering thicket of legs to catch their spunk, cascading down her crack, as they came together. She slid out on her back, using both feet to push herself along before standing up in the aisle, holding the cup aloft as though on a winners rostrum.

Fran added her contribution then Dave, just about filling it to the brim, but leaving some room for Steve to top up as his wife skilfully jerked him off into the frothy mixture. Carefully, almost reverently, Danni carried it back to the newly wed couple who patiently waited for her, naked as the day they were born. Fran, Dave and Frank followed, casually observing as Judy took the chalice and said, "Now you, Danni, then the priest."

Father McNamara clung to the communion rail and watched while Alison continued to gobble his aching cock. Fran knelt behind Danni and rimmed her cute little arsehole while Frank and Dave took up positions on either side, wanking her juicy big clit as she played with her elongated nipples, pulling them hard as they pulled her off into the chalice. It was too much for the groaning priest to bear. Teased beyond endurance by Ali's hot tongue, her mouth apparently everywhere at once, he sent a torrid burst of spunk onto her tongue. She dragged him over to where the she-male was still cumming and tossed the rest of his load into the over flowing chalice. The priest gripped her tits and blessed them with another spurt, then another as he raised his head and cried in a ringing voice; "Et cum spirito tuo!"

Everybody stopped what they were doing and watched his spunk fly in all directions, mostly over Alison's face, although some splashed into the chalice before Judy raised it to her lips to sup at the salty liquid. Carla licked a few drops from her tits and took the cup from her, draining the contents in a long swallow. Judy pushed her back towards the altar, laying her on the pristine cloth of white cotton, edged in red and gold, kissing her cummy lips passionately. Danni and Fran helped lift her up, spreading her wide open for Judy to start slowly fucking her pussy, each one then taking turns to suck her hard clit, her soft tits, covering every exposed inch of her body. Alison stood next to the priest, stroking his slick cock while he gently fingered her slippery cunt. Frank and Dave went over to stand either side of Carla's head, offering their cocks for her mouth to suck fresh life into them. Mike and his wife split up; she going to stand next to the priest to help her daughter resurrect his erection while he stood behind Judy, pushing her harder into Carla who began to moan louder in sheer bliss at having two cocks to suck on while taking another inside her dripping cunt. Steve carried his wife down the aisle while she dragged her son along by his cock until they joined the debauched scene. He put her down where she stood, weak-kneed with lust, stroking them up and down as they finger fucked her cunt and arsehole. Peter crawled at a slower pace, bearing the weight of his wife who rode him like a miniature horse, smacking his arse to urge him on while keeping a firm grip on Kevin's cock, reluctant to let it de-tumify for even an instant. His cock ring kept it hard, saluting Mrs Woolmer as they went by. She grinned at Mrs Jackson and pulled Elaine up from her soaking crotch. The girl clung to her as she made her way up to the altar, followed by Gordon, his erection pointing straight up in an attitude of respect for her sexual allure.

Judy slammed into her cunt, pulled her lovers throbbing clit and gasped "I'm gonna cum." She looked around the gathering and said, "who's next?"

"Oh God!" Carla groaned, feeling her lover pump wave upon wave of scalding spunk deep inside her writhing body as she spurted high in the air, showering her bridesmaid with cum in lieu of a corsage.

Mike stepped forward and stuffed his cock into her juicy fuck hole while Judy walked around to watch.

She said to him, "she's all yours - for one night only," and to her, "forever after all mine."

The Church, so often the scene of pious prayers and hymns of praise, now became a perverse scene of utter depravity.

Frank made his way over to where Danni's arse made a perfect home for his cock, sliding smoothly between her cheeks. She obliged him by opening her legs and reaching back to offer her puckered hole. Dave reacquainted himself with Fran's ample charms, fucking her hard and fast with his thick cock. They grinned at each other across the altar while the two she-males shared a long, breathless kiss after licking some of the cum from Carla's body.

Peter managed to climb the short steps up to the altar and collapsed in a heap. His wife dismounted and invited Kevin to resuscitate him with a good, hard fucking. He soon perked up with eight inches of solid cock in his guts and she put her shoe in his mouth to muffle the hoarse screams from his dry throat. Elaine managed to drag Mrs Lord down on top of her beside them and lay writhing underneath the larger woman, grinding her hairy cunt onto her huge clit. Gordon got on top of her, rubbing his cock along his mother's crack before sliding it up her arse with a juicy squelch, forcing her clit into Elaine's cunt. He had a perfect view of Mrs Woolmer's lovely big tits and she lifted them up when she saw him, licking the nipples teasingly as her husband and son knelt to worship her arse and cunt respectively. Alison bent over the communion rail for the priest to slip his cock inside her tight little pussy, ably assisted by her mother who kissed him passionately as he began to fuck her daughter. She soon felt herself pushed roughly into the rail and doubled up in pleasure as Joe's cock plunged up her sticky cunt to the hilt. His mother had teased Gordon once too often and was being royally fucked where she stood, her hands squeezing his pumping buttocks as he squeezed her tits blissfully. Mrs Lord had succumbed to Elaine's demanding tongue and was riding it like her son's cock while sucking Steve's meaty shaft as he fucked her face. Carla sauntered past with a twinkle in her eye and grabbed Mrs Jackson's attention by caressing her body as she continued to stuff her foot into her husband's mouth.




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"Allow me," she said, kneeling with cock in hand to feed his face while his wife's foot descended onto the back of his neck, holding him firmly as he became impaled at both ends. Judy slapped his face as he gagged and spluttered on her rough thrusting.

"Shut the fuck up," she told him, forcing her clit deeper, "and make yourself useful. Come on! Suck me with that dirty mouth."

Carla watched her face fuck the sub for a while then looked back to where Fran was getting buffed by the hung black guy. She beckoned him over and suggested he take her place on the altar. Nimbly he climbed on and watched as Carla straddled him, working herself down his shaft with groans of pleasure. The table creaked ominously as Steve climbed up to deftly insert himself inside her gaping pussy and she rode them at a gentle pace, moaning blissfully.

Father McNamara hoped it would bear their weight as he'd no idea how he'd explain that to his superiors. That, however, would be the least of his worries if word of this ever got out. For now, he didn't really care. He'd swapped places with Joe and was plugging Mrs Barton's silky slit while her Alison opened her arse and took Joe with shrill squeals of delight. Mike watched his wife and daughter getting well fucked while introducing himself to Fran by sliding smoothly between her pert buttocks. She sighed happily at having a more modest, but very adequate, endowment and stroked her clit while wondering how she'd managed to fit the full length of Frank's massive length that was slowly disappearing into Carla's rump. Danni knew she could take it as she'd had the pleasure of filling the beautiful hermaphrodite long before Judy came on the scene and now Dave was discovering how hot her clit felt as she reamed his arse with long, hard strokes. He grunted as the she-male went deeper with each thrust, driving him onto his hands and knees, his head almost touching Mrs Woolmer's face that looked at him upside down. She smiled and pulled him closer for a long, tongue lashing kiss that made his toes curl. Her freshly shaven pussy had sucked the cum almost immediately from Gordon's balls and he now lay between her splayed legs, busily cleaning the smooth lips her husband had diligently trimmed earlier. Mrs Lord couldn't resist fingering her son's hairy arsehole as Elaine sucked her cunt. Gordon moaned inside Mrs Woolmer's gaping fuck hole as he recognised who was reaming him so rudely and pushed back onto his mother's exploring digit as Elaine shoved another finger up her arse. Judy couldn't resist going over to her unattended pussy with a fresh hard on, rubbing the head of her clit over her bushy gash.

"This is much better than a dildo," she said, thrusting forward into the tight, clenching heat, "isn't it?"

Elaine's reply was smothered beneath her fantasy-made-flesh and Judy chuckled lecherously as she helped herself to a mouthful of Mrs Lord's big, juicy arse. The older woman begged the twin tongues to go deeper until she became muffled in her son's crack as her tongue licked him out in turn. Gordon stuck his tongue as far as he could inside Mrs Woolmer's gushing cunt as she began to suck on Dave's hot cock, tasting Danni's sexy arse as she fucked Dave with everything she had - and, as Dave could testify, she had a great deal to give. It felt like a red hot poker was splitting his guts. Peter knew exactly how he felt, although he'd not had the pleasure, or pain, of having such a huge cock. Kevin was more than he could handle and he sighed with relief when his wife told him to stop. His respite was short-lived. She rolled him over and sat on his face as Kevin began all over again. Damn the man! His stamina was unstoppable. No wonder she preferred his cock!

Alison, on the other hand, didn't care whose cock she got as long as it was as hot and hard.

"Fuck me," she urged Joe, "fuck me harder!"

He grunted with increasing urgency, squeezing her tits with both hands as she creamed his balls with love juices.

Her mother squealed as the priest slipped from her juicy cunt and heedlessly shoved his cock back up her arse. He groaned at the added friction, caring not a jot that he was buggering the hell out of her.

"Smack my arse," she pleaded and groaned, "oh God yes! Fuck it," when he did so, stirring the full length of his cock in her forbidden hole.

Father McNamara caught Joe's smouldering glance and began to think the unthinkable.

Elaine didn't think it could get any better than this, but when she saw Mrs Woolmer's sopping cunt take Judy's full length, she knew she was wrong. A cataract of hot juice drenched her face, making her yearn for more. Her hand dug deeply between her wriggling legs, four fingers thrusting hard.

"Fuck yeah! Cum on my clit," cried Judy, lunging into the larger woman's gushing fuck hole.

Mrs Lord screamed in ecstasy, pushing back onto the hard cock in her cunt, the thumb in her arse. She pressed harder onto Eli's wonderful tongue and pushed her son forward, impaling him inside Mrs Woolmer's delicious cunt. Her cry of pleasure was muffled around Dave's thick cock, stuffed down her throat. Gordon's eyes bugged out in surprise and wonder. His lips mashed onto Dave's, kissing him hard as Danni shoved them together, ramming his arse with powerful strokes.

"Oh my god, take a look at that, said Danni, pausing for a moment in the sticky heat of Dave's bowels, stirring her huge clit in slow circles of contentment.

Judy looked and saw Joe take the priests cock in his mouth, urged on by Alison and her mother, kneeling behind them with busy tongues. She glanced back at Danni with a wicked grin and said, "shall we?"

Danni nodded and pulled out of Dave, allowing him to move back so Mrs Woolmer could breathe freely once again. Judy smacked Gordon's arse as she slid from his mother's juicy cunt and said, "Enjoy! You horny mother-fucker!"

He was too shocked to reply. Dave had rudely thrust himself into his mouth while sitting squarely on Mrs Woolmer's face. She groaned and began tongue fucking his arsehole with long, slow strokes, in contrast to Mrs Lord who kept her tongue at a busy tempo around her son's tight, rosy hole. Elaine managed to fit her fist up her gaping cunt and still wasn't satisfied. She wanted more.

On the other hand, Carla had all she could handle. With a loud groan, Frank finally stuffed every inch of his huge cock inside her arse as Mike pumped a hot load of spunk up her cunt with an even louder moan. He jumped nimbly off the altar and looked for some place to clean his dripping cock. There! Mrs Jackson's open mouth would do nicely. She gagged a little at the unfamiliar taste but sucked it without complaint, wriggling manically on her husband's gasping mouth. Kevin let the cuckold go and took his turn between Carla's open legs, hot cum oozing over his cock as he slipped inside with a syrupy squelch. Mike grinned and took his place, sitting on Peter's solid erection until his balls slapped softly on his cheeks. He pushed up into the soft, hot hole without knowing, or caring, who it was. His wife kept him busy in her crack, smothering his mouth with hot juices.

"Bless me Father," said Judy, amiably putting her arm around his shoulder, "you are full of surprises!"

He grinned sheepishly and moaned as Joe sucked on his balls while gently stroking his cock.

Judy knelt to warm his arse up with her tongue while Danni worked on Joe. She felt a wet mouth wrap around her clit and looked down to see Alison grinning back up at her. Not to be left out, her mother lay down under Judy to gobble up the she-male in a single gulp. Steve saw what was going on and brought Fran over to share the joy, helping the she-male into his wife's willing pussy before re-entering the bridesmaid with a swift thrust. Father McNamara felt strong hands pulling him to his knees for Judy's pleasure. Her hot clit pushing and probing around his spit-slick pucker. Joe moved with him as though magnetised by his swollen cock, pushed on Danni's enormous shaft. Alison scooched along with him, keeping her mouth locked on his cock until it slipped out, sliding down her body until it came to rest on her clit. She reached down to help him in and found a new toy to play with, namely, the priests pendulous balls. She sucked on them as Joe began to fuck her as Danni fucked him while Judy shoved rudely into the priest who held Joe's mouth on his cock, fucking his throat.

"Oh Father," crooned Danni, taking her sweet time in filling Joe's juicy arsehole, "I never knew you had it in you!"

Judy pumped harder and giggled, "he does now!"

"Wicked temptress!" Father McNamara cried, "sweet succubae - Devil m...."

His cries were abruptly cut off by Danni's soft lips, her tongue delving deep in his mouth - but not as deeply as she plumbed the depths of Joe's hot arsehole. She groaned and humped harder, pushing him deeper into Alison who moaned on a mouthful of sacred flesh. Her mother sucked as hard on Judy's scrotum as Fran screwed her sopping wet cunt, driven in by Steve's rampant rod, his balls slapping soundly on the besotted she-male's rump. They appeared to merge into a single organism, feeding on each others lust. The vibrations from their frenzy danced a lewd pattern on the wall behind them, reflected in the candle light.

Carla saw it all through glazed eyes, far gone in bliss as Kevin dumped another juicy load in her squelchy cunt. He tapped Dave on the shoulder and returned to his mistress who sucked his cock clean of cum, demanding more from her husband who writhed under Mike's tight arse, trying not to cum until she told him to. Gordon licked his lips, savouring his first taste of cock, and watched Dave climb up and begin fucking the hermaphrodite. The sound of her cum drenched cunt audible even over Mrs Woolmers passionate groans. He managed to pull out and roll her over, urgently stuffing his cock up her arse in one smooth motion. She yelped at the rude intrusion, but helped him in by pushing back onto his meaty shaft. His mother licked her lips and grinned as a wicked idea came to her.

"Roll onto your back baby," she whispered in his ear, "and keep your cock exactly where it is."

He nodded and did as she asked, grunting with the effort of lifting the large woman up onto his rigid cock. She then picked Elaine up and took her to over where her son lay, lowered her gently onto his face and left them to it while she went to get a large candle, usually lit during advent, but now destined for a much more perverse use. She spat the blunt end and slowly inserted about six inches. Mrs Woolmer hyperventilated as the 4 inch thick candle stretched her cunt open wide and almost passed out with pleasure as Mrs Lord began to slide onto the other half until their clits kissed, a delicate gesture amidst the obscene tableau of a mother and son double act, penetrating her with alternate strokes while her daughter reached round to maul her huge tits, squashing Gordon's head between her thighs as juices streamed from her cunt into his mouth. He virtually disappeared under the kinky trio, only his wriggling legs visible to anyone who cared to watch.

Only Mrs Jackson observed the incestuous pile up. She wished she had her whip handy to properly chastise the deviant perpetrator, but spotted something else which would do just fine. Kevin took her place on Peter's face as she fetched the bronze censor hanging behind the altar, its chains rattling in anticipation of her intent.

"You dirty bitch!" She cried, swinging the chains round her head as she held onto the perfumed bowl, the reflected light adding to the confused pattern on the walls.

Mrs Lord grunted in pained surprise and mashed her cunt harder into Mrs Woolmer, squashing Eli's hands between their heavy breasts as they came together. Gordon felt their combined weight begin to crush him like a bug, hot juices soaked into his flesh and he thought: what a way to go!

Elaine had no idea whether she was cumming or going: probably both, she couldn't be sure. Her body felt like one big cunt; a gaping wet hole, open to all. She pulled Mrs Woolmer's head back and kissed her soft, red lips, fucking her mouth with her tongue, roughly squeezing those big beautiful tits which Mrs Lord began to suck, biting the nipples hard, stretching them out, her passion growing stronger with every crack of the chains on her burning buttocks.

"Hey!" Danni cried, catching hold of the chains as they caught her a glancing blow, "watch what you're doing!"

Mrs Jackson gave her a look of contempt and told her to let go. The she-male growled a warning that was ignored. Vexed at the lack of respect, Danni stopped fucking Joe, much to his regret, and pulled the chains from her grasp, throwing the censor under the altar where it lay fuming softly.

"You need to learn some manners," said Danni, grabbing hold of the cursing woman who struggled to no avail. Mrs Jackson realised too late that the she-male was stronger than she looked.

"Fuck you!" She spat, twisting and kicking as she was turned round relentlessly.

Danni grinned, "no honey - fuck you!" She bent her over Mrs Lord's back, slippery with sweat, and eased herself inside with a long thrust.

Caught off balance by the unexpected combination of bodies, Mrs Lord slid to one side. Mrs Woolmer held on, but only succeeded in going with her. All together they fell, relieving Gordon of his burden, but leaving his cock sticking rigidly in the air. Elaine fell on it a cry of lust, stuffing the hot meat in her mouth to suck the combined juices. Gordon pushed her up to grab some much needed air, cum drooling from his mouth. The candle squirted out of their mothers greasy cunts as they struggled to regain equilibrium, looking like some bizarre species of insect, arms and legs flailing wildly in the musk-thick air.

Kevin heard his mistress' desperate pleas and left her husband to help. Peter looked round and saw her getting brutally fucked by the she-male and grinned. Mike helped him up and together they went over to enjoy the show.

"Get your face in her cunt!" Danni said, pushing her new partner into Mrs Lord's dripping crack.

Mrs Jackson spluttered in outrage, unable to do anything but comply.

Danni shoved another inch or two of her huge rod inside the struggling woman's cunt, held her head firmly and cried, "lick it! Suck it! Come on...do it!"

Her head vanished between huge thighs, clamping shut like an obscene fly-trap.

Mrs Woolmer grabbed hold of Kevin as he knelt to attempt a rescue, saying, "don't mind if i do baby," as she took his cock in her mouth, smothering Mrs Lord in between her legs as she lay across her body.

Elaine left Gordon where he was and took hold of the abandoned candle, sitting comfortably on it to watch her mother and lover, the she-male and the bitch getting off together in a happy heap of sweating flesh. Her hand a blur of activity on her clit.

"Enjoying the show?" Peter asked, giving her jiggling buttocks a friendly pat on his way past.

She nodded. "Fucking wild - oooooohhhhhhhh!"

Mike shoved a couple of fingers up her juicy arse and helped her along, kneeling to watch Peter take a measure of revenge on Kevin's arsehole.

He crouched, took aim, and pushed forward, splitting his tormentors cheeks with a cry of triumph. Mrs Woolmer found herself, with great pleasure, impaled on Kevin's cock, pumping down her throat with every thrust from Peter's horny tool.

Father McNamara had a birds-eye view, bent over as he was by Joe's strong hands, pulling him open, smacking his arse...fucking it. The hot aroma of Mrs Woolmer's sex enticing his tongue in next to Mrs Lord's, together they licked her holes into a steamy stew of juices.

Alison climbed on his back, presenting Joe with a delicious dilemma. He wished he had two cocks to fuck them both at the same time. He contented himself by alternating between the priests arsehole and the slut's cunt until he was ready to cum again.

Fran found herself the meat in a husband and wife sandwich as Mrs Barton rode her clit with Steve's cock embedded between the she-males cheeks.

Dave watched the unabated debauchery unfold, his cock pistoning into Carla's semi-conscious body until he felt Frank swell in her sumptuous arse. He bellowed like a bull-moose in full rut and sent a sizzling burst of spunk deep inside her, subsiding to the floor in a rumpled heap as Judy pulled him away, catching the thick spunk on her tongue as it spilled between her lovers swollen lips.

Gordon waited patiently behind her and asked, "how does it taste?"

She turned and smiled, cum spilling from her lips like thick cream over strawberries. He moved into her embrace like a sleepwalker, sucking the pungent juice into his mouth with a moan as he satisfied his curiosity before mounting the altar to perform his duty.

Judy knew he wouldn't last long in her lovers embrace. His precum stuck to her clit and she rubbed it in with a smile, walking slowly around the writhing bodies before the altar to give the priest something else to suck on. She told Joe to go on up when he was ready to cum and without further ado the youth did her bidding.

"I'm gonna cum all over your arse," said Danni, pounding Mrs Jackson's cunt into submission.

"And i'm gonna spunk up yours," said Peter to Kevin, "while you lick it off!"

"MMMMMMMM...Save some for me!" Mrs Woolmer purred.

Alison slid from the priests back and lay under her best friend, legs wide in invitation, watching Eli' slide deliriously up and down the thick candle. Four of Mike's fingers filled her fat arse to the brim, bringing her closer to a mind blowing orgasm, thick drops of cum showered Ali's grinning face.

"Go on," said Judy, pulling her clit from the priests mouth, "fuck her!"

She could see in his eyes how much he wanted to do it.

Father McNamara slid over Mrs Lord, pushed Mrs Woolmer aside and lay between Alison's tanned thighs with a rapturous look on his face, like a man who'd found his personal heaven he slipped his cock inside her cunt and took her beauty in his arms. He groaned as Judy slid into him, pinning them together.

If Gordon hadn't finished when he did Joe would've fucked him. Luckily he did, leaving the way clear for Joe's cock to push alongside his fuck-buddy inside the moaning hermaphrodite. 

"Cum with me," he said to Frank who groaned, nodding to let him know he was ready.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Fran screamed, feeling Steve's fuck muscle swell between her cheeks, "i'm gonna cum!"

"Oh fuck! Cum inside me," begged his wife, squirming on the she-male's stiff little clit.

"Are you ready?" Danni asked the struggling bitch, impaled on every inch of her huge clit.

Mrs Lord was more than ready. In extremis, she bit Mrs Woolmers clit who yelped and nipped Kevin's balls. He yelled, clenching his buttocks in reflex onto Peters rod. He cried out wordlessly in turn, sinking his cock home to the root.

Elaine felt Mike's fist sink into her arse as she slid right onto the candle. Ali's tongue flicked her clit, detonating the krakatoa of all orgasms from her bursting cunt.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed, writhing like a pinned butterfly, showering the whole group with a hot spray of cum that brought them all off together.

It spattered across Peters back as he pumped a sweet load of revenge up Kevin's arsehole. It splattered onto his wife's upturned buttocks as Danni jerked herself off onto them, creaming the cheeks white. A bubbling fountain of juice burst over Mrs Jackson's face, drowning her cries, as another jet of cum shot over Mrs Lord's tits. Gordon's mother drank a hot spurt of Mrs Woolmer who took her daughters cum full in the face as she sucked Kevin's balls dry. Mike reached round to slap Eli's clit, inducing an even stronger burst that rained onto Mrs Barton as she took Fran's load into her creaming cunt. Her husband pumping the she-male full of spunk, feeling like he was cumming in both of them at the same time. 




Random: Revelations



Elaine's scream was almost ultrasonic as the third burst hit the priest full in the face with a wet slap. He slammed into Alison's cunt, held himself still and felt Judy flex her muscle, filling his soundly screwed arsehole with she-male spunk. It was all too much.

"MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" He roared, emptying his balls in a sweet stream that filled Ali' to the brim. Her creamy cunt milked him with an insistent rhythm as she joined in the ecstasy. Their bodies coming together as one, knowing this first time wouldn't be the last.

"JJJUUUDDDYYYYYYYYY!" Carla screeched and came in a glittering shower of cum that sparkled in the candle light as she felt Frank empty the mother lode into her. 

Spunk flew everywhere: diamond white drops gleamed on the crucifix behind the altar, dripping onto the once pristine red carpet. The smell of spunk overpowered the reeking incense, engendering a more potent atmosphere than they'd ever felt. The sound of spunk on wet flesh mingled with their cries of bliss; obscenely consecrating the conjugal rites in an apocalyptic conclusion.

Judy patted the priest's rump and wiped her face clean of Elaine's cum, sucked her thumb reflectively as she made her way over to the altar and helped Carla down.

"Thanks for having us," she said, putting her arm around Carla's shoulders.

Frank rolled over and leered at the she-males: "the pleasure's ours," he said.

"Yes it was." Judy drawled, indicating to Danni that she was to gather up their clothes.

The she-male busied herself with the task, aided by Fran. As it was still dark outside there would be no need to dress. Nobody would notice four naked bodies in a car at this unearthly hour.

Mike held up an admonitory finger, said, "wait."

He scooted back to his pew, cum trailing from his replete phallus over the floor, fished around inside his wife's purse and brought out a small packet of brightly coloured paper.

"We'll send you off in traditional style," he explained.

The owl returned from a successful hunting trip in time to behold a bizarre sight.

A naked group of people, showering a smaller group with bright paper-rain; some laughing and waving, others touching and pressing their faces together in the way humans do when they're happy.

It hooted softly, blinked and shook its head, ruffled its wings then turned to enter the dry sanctuary where his family waited patiently for breakfast. The cool safety of night was over: time to leave the bright chaos of day outside while resting within the ancient rafters - until it was safe once more to venture out, obscured from human folly.