Gloria's story:
My husband, Peter, is police commissioner of our large southwestern city, and he's walking a very fine line between protecting the public from illegal sexual activities versus actively participating in them. Yes, his vice squad continually attempts to tamp down prostitution, pimps, and sexual slavery. But, on the other hand, he gives protection to Barbara and Emily's adult boutique and the rampant cocksucking in its video booths, and he was an actual member of our sex tribe, which glorified fucking, sucking, and cum.
Now he was stepping over the line in asking me to help him investigate a church.
A church, you ask? What does a church have to do with vice or illicit sex?
This wasn't just any church. A year ago, the city had closed down a sex club. Undercover investigators had found blatant nudity and outright non-stop sexual activity there. Inside the club were rooms with beds for the patrons and half walls that allowed viewing of those using the beds. The walls and décor were red, and spotlights brightly illuminated several areas where sex demonstrations and shows were performed. The investigators reported back in graphic and lurid detail.
The city closed the club down by passing an ordinance prohibiting such establishments from operating within 1000 yards of schools or churches. 1000 yards is over a half mile, which effectively prohibited the club from operating anywhere in the city. The adjoining cities and municipalities promptly passed similar ordinances. The club shut its doors, and everyone thought that was the end of it.
Recently, an old abandoned church had been purchased by the same individual who had owned the sex club. It was called The Church of the Divine Union, and Peter was suspicious that the church was a front for a resurrected sex club. He wanted me to investigate.
"Peter, why in hell do you want me to do this? You have a fucking vice squad. Send them in."
My horn dog husband said, "Honey, think of the possibilities. A church that glorifies sex. Non-stop hot pussies for me and throbbing cocks for you. This might be way too interesting to shut down."
"Peter, you fuck every cunt that comes closer than arm's length, and you get dozens of hot pussies to choose from at our tribe meetings. The last thing you need is to be fucking around in a fake church."
"Not me, darling. I want YOU to fuck around. I want you to go in there and become a devout church member. I want you to gain their trust. I want you to see if it's just a front for the same old shit, or if it's actually something legitimate. I can't shut it down without knowing. Come on, baby. Picture yourself in there on an alter with 4 or 5 hot studs worshipping your naked body. I know you too well, Gloria. You'd be in paradise."
I talked it over with my sex and relationship mentor, Barbara, over lunch at her mansion. Barbara was one of the unofficial leaders of our sex tribe of over 40 close-knit and secretive members, and her mansion was the venue for our regular orgies. We called them 'dinners and a creampie' as Barbara provided a gourmet dinner and our signature sex act was licking and sucking delectable jism creampies. Women seldom went home from the events without squeaky clean cunts. Everyone, men and women, loved cum.
As usual, we ate together at a table outside by the pool. She asked the others who stayed with her, Johnny, Sarge, Cindy, Julie, and Santiago to give us some privacy, and I told her about Peter's request, including his vision of me on an altar.
She considered the proposal for a moment and said, "You know, this church idea is not so different from our tribe. We could just as easily have called ourselves a church, don't you think? And, instead of 'dinners and a creampie', we could have called our meetings 'dinners and cum worship'. I, too, think you should check it out.
"I don't know, Barbara. Fucking total strangers?"
"Oh, come on, dear. What could be more exciting than Peter's example? Are you going to try to tell me that being surrounded by hot tongues and hard dicks poised to worship and ravish you wouldn't be the most exciting thing you've ever done? If I was you, I'd do it in a New York minute!"
"I'm a little scared."
"Then you should take along Tyrone to watch out for you and keep you safe."
With that settled, she invited the others to join us. Cindy and Julie sat at the table, and Johnny, Sarge, and Santiago crept under the table, pulled down our panties, and licked our pussies as we sipped our after-lunch coffees. I lifted my feet to the edge of the table to give Sarge access to my asshole, and the other women soon followed my example.
The men moved us to the pool lounge chairs and fucked us, moving from cunt to cunt. Barbara said, "Let's ride their cocks," and the men took our places on the lounges, and we rode them, moving from cock to cock.
The women groaned and moaned and shuddered and quivered in orgasm after orgasm, and, when the men came, we slid up to their faces and fed them our creampies. I looked down at Santiago and moaned, "Suck it all out, baby!" and he sucked my cunt hole powerfully, then sucked my clit for another delirious climax. Then Barbara had us move from lounge to lounge, planting our dirty pussies on each man's mouth.
An ironclad rule of our tribe was to reward such things with a cum kiss, and we passionately kissed each man who had sucked our cunts.
It was 9pm when Tyrone's car coasted to a stop along the curb across the street from the old church. It had seen better days and probably had been very nice at one time, with a pitched roof and a small bell tower. Arched windows that had once held stained glass were now bricked up. A dimly lit sign by the sidewalk said, 'Church of the Divine Union -- Services Nightly', and a single dim bulb lit the old church door.
I took a deep breath and said, "Tyrone, let's go in."
He said, "Hold on a second. Are we going to participate? You know, fuck them? Just askin'."
"We're supposed to fit in, so, yes, I guess so."
"Well, then I hope the women are hot." He grinned and squeezed my thigh and said, "But none of them could be as hot as you, darlin'."
Tyrone had fucked me more times than I could count at the tribe's dinners and a creampie orgies, and he had been glancing at my short slinky red dress and exposed legs on the ride over. My legs were long and toned, and I knew that men appreciated them, especially in the high heels I was wearing tonight.
I embraced him and kissed him saying, "If either of us doesn't like the selection of men or women, let's fuck each other." I groped his cock through his pants, "I know I can count on old reliable down here." He grunted, and we got out of the car.
We tested the church door, and it was open. There was a vestibule inside with a sleazy guy sitting behind a small table. He looked me over and my filmy red dress and heels, then said to Tyrone, "She's hot, and she's free. 50 bucks for you, buddy. Cash."
We could hear muffled, throbbing music as Tyrone peeled off five 10's to the guy, and he stamped the backs of our hands, "In case you want to go out and come back." Then he said, "It's another 50 if you want drinks."
Tyrone paid another 50 and got a 2
nd
different hand stamp.
We opened the inner door, and the world changed dramatically.
Disco balls sparkled from the ceiling, lasers painted light around the room, and colored strobes flashed everywhere. The room was large, and the music was thundering. Bodies ranging from skimpily clad to nude gyrated to the music in the center of the room where the pews once were, appearing and disappearing as the lights strobed.
The sides of the long room were lined with beds with men and women entwined. Cocks stroked into mouths and cunts, and faces were buried between women's thighs. All the way at the end where sermons were once given, there was an elevated alter under bright spotlights, and a DJ in a thong spun records and danced with himself. Behind him, up against the far wall, was the bar.
The men and women were fabulous. I stripped Tyrone down to his black silk boxers and slipped out of my dress. With a carefree grin I yelled to Tyrone, "Let's dance!"
We danced through the crowd toward the DJ and the bar, looking all the way at hot naked bodies and ecstatic faces totally involved in the throbbing rhythm. By the time we got to the bar my bra was gone, and I was breathlessly writhing in front of Tyrone. He watched my tits appreciatively and grinned. He retrieved two drinks, very strong drinks, from the bar. I pulled mine down way too fast, and we had two more.
I started dancing for Tyrone again and pushed down my panties. His eyes were glued to my slit, and I swooped in and yanked down his shorts. I was dancing with a huge black man, and we were both naked.
His generous ebony cock was something to see, and women took notice, staring and talking behind their hands. Men took notice of me, too, and turned to dance with me. One, then two, naked and lean and hard, danced closer, with their pelvises tilted forward and beautiful cocks swinging. Closer and closer until they were pressed against me, those hard, warm, wonderful tubes of flesh writhing against my hips and thighs and ass. I writhed back against them to the music, wanting them badly, then their hands were leading me to a bed.
They sat me on the edge of the bed, and one kneeled and pushed my thighs apart, going down to eat my shaved cunt. The other stood to the side of my head and fed me his long hard cock. Then a fabulous long-haired blonde girl was sitting next to me, and Tyrone's form appeared before her. She said, "Feed me that fabulous cock!" and Tyrone pushed his black dick between her lips.
