Practically every morning after a sex session with a ghostly lover, I had slept in until either Jane or Mrs. B came to wake me. For some reason, this morning I awoke quickly and completely. I didn't want to admit it even to myself, but the possibility of being fucked by one of my actual family members was exciting. I completed my morning toilet and, as I came out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Maud standing there obviously waiting for me.
"Mrs. B is busy arranging things for this morning's service so she asked me to help you prepare for the ceremony."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it is just that damned old car. It takes fits every once in a while where it won't start. Mrs. B will have it ready in no time. Come. I have brought you a light breakfast. From what I know of these occasions, you would be well advised not to eat too heavily. After you have eaten, I'll help you into your gown."
"Am I supposed to wear something special?"
"Of course. The chatelaine prepares a new gown for each Sunday's service. They usually don't last for more than one service."
As she said this, she got a mischievous smile on her face and I realized that she was hinting at some kind of sexual meeting. The thought of this kind of event gave my libido a quick boost.
I ate my breakfast and then stood while Maud placed a gown over my head and smoothed it down along my body. I almost laughed when I viewed myself in the mirror. The gown was made of white lace and the openings in it were so large that I might as well have been naked. Every private part was visible through the lacy material. I turned to look at myself from the rear and gasped. There was a slit that ran from the hem of the gown all the way up to my waist! Maud anticipated my question and said,
"Believe me, honey. From what I have heard of these things, that opening will come in very handy."
She wouldn't say anything more than that and, just as I was starting to insist upon an explanation, Mrs. B arrived. She, too, was dressed in a see-through white gown.
"Good! I was afraid that we would be late, but, I see, you are all prepared. That's fine. We can leave now." As she turned and exited the room I noticed that her ass showed through the identical slit in her gown.
The car ride to the church was really queer. Try as I might, I couldn't get that gown to close in the back so I spent the entire trip sitting on my naked behind! Thank God that the day was warm and not wintery. My first impression was that we had the wrong day. There were no cars in evidence whatsoever and no people in sight! This didn't upset Mrs. B at all. She ushered me from the car and into the building. It was then that I discovered the entire town of Murdock's Crossing was awaiting our arrival. A very small woman came up to us and Mrs. B introduced her.
"Jenny, this is Gertrude – the church chatelaine."
"Oh, so it is you I have to thank for this beautiful gown."
"It is a pleasure to serve the Totem Kurva Whore. Everyone is assembled and waiting for us, so let's get ready."
The woman was obviously a midget for her head barely reached my waist. For some unknown reason, I took special notice of her hands. They were about the size of a small girl's hands. Before I could look at her closely, Mrs. B continued with her directions,
"Gertrude will accompany you as you walk down the aisle. She will always be in a position to support you."
"I really don't think I will need that. I feel pretty good."
"Believe me, Jenny, you will need her assistance!"
Before I could say anything more, the preparations for my introduction to the congregation began.
Gertrude spoke to me: "If the Totem will just bend over."
I hadn't been watching the diminutive Gertrude and now, as I turned to look at her, I saw that she had a huge glob of something that looked like grease on her right hand and she was gesturing towards a small stool. While I stood there digesting this, Mrs. B pushed me from behind and moved me into a bent-over position. She hadn't any more than gotten me into this unexpected position when Gertrude's other little hand came into view. She was holding a bulb syringe with a very long nozzle. She insinuated the syringe in between my ass cheeks and then into my puckered hole. In less time than it takes to describe what was being done to me, the nozzle of that syringe was deeply embedded in my ass! I wriggled my ass so as to make the nozzle feel a little more comfortable and, while I was doing this, Gertrude put her mouth up against my ear and whispered,
"Gertrude know what kurva whore need and she blow dust into your gut!"
As she said this, she squeezed the bulb of the syringe and I felt a blast of air and something else deep within my ass passage. At the same time, Gertrude's tongue darted out and began a fucking-motion in my ear! A series of chills ran down my spine and I began sucking in my breath as the combined effects of the kurva dust and Gertrude's tongue made my arousal become more and more intense. Whether this was the little woman's idea of a distraction or not, I never knew, but, while I was shivering with the delight caused by her tongue in my ear, her smallish hand burst through and into my puckered hole!
Instantly, her hand was inside my ass and proceeding upwards into my belly! I've had some strange things done to me in the past, but this took the cake. I thought to object, but the effect I was experiencing was too much for me. Mrs. B placed one hand in the middle of my back and the other on my chest. By applying pressure to both hands, she caused me to stand upright. This was stranger than before for Gertrude's hand and, I guess, most of her arm were still in my ass!
"There will be a receiving line so you must stand straight! Gertrude will function as your, 'Lady-in-waiting'! But, I shall be the first to welcome you!"
Her hand dropped down to rest upon my mound and her finger teased my clit. This, in combination with Gertrude's ministrations, choked off any objections I might have felt.
