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.
"But, Mrs. B! How can I do that with Gertrude's hand in ...well, you know where it is."
"She will provide you support throughout the greeting part of the ceremony. Ah, there's the signal now. The congregation is ready for us."
With that, she flung open the double doors leading into the church proper and I was confronted with my first meeting with the church members. They were assembled in two lines that formed an avenue through which I was obviously expected to walk. I was not ready for this so I halted. I took a minute to look about me. I was definitely surprised to see five huge portraits, two on one wall and three on the wall opposite. They were pictures of Evelyn, her daughter, and my aunts and my mother! They were all dressed in the same white, lace gown that I was wearing. It gave me a queer feeling to look at the pictures of my ancestors and to realize that I was now one with them!
The obvious leader of the congregation stood before a very plain and austere table. He, like all of the men was naked from the waist down and I found it extremely difficult to tear my eyes away from his hanging cock. He addressed his opening remarks to the assembled church members,
"Members of the Church of Pleasure at Murdock's Crossing it is my duty and my great pleasure to introduce to you the reincarnation of our Totem, The Kurva Whore! Chatelaine, please bring the Kurva whore forward!"
The pressure of Gertrude's hand was enough to start me down through the tunnel formed by the receiving lines. That was when I knew that I was really and truly going to need the support of Gertrude's hand for, as I passed each couple, I shook hands with the one on my right and then the one on my left. They, in turn, reached out with their free hand and stroked either the sign of the Bloody Hand and my clit or my cunt lips. The men usually pushed a finger in between my cunt lips and the women, without fail, gave my emergent clit a caress. I hadn't gone more than a very few steps and I was climaxing! It was only the pressure of Gertrude's hand that kept me upright otherwise, I would have been crawling on my hands and knees as orgasm after orgasm raced through me. My eyes glazed over and I was in a kind of stupor. My peripheral vision faded and I could only see straight ahead of me. This caused my stare to lock onto the cock of the leader and, as we drew nearer to that wonderful instrument of pleasure, I became more and more entranced by it. There were eighty people there and I lost count of my climaxes at seven, but I never lost sight of that beautiful cock!
After what seemed to be an exciting eternity, Gertrude and I arrived at the head of the line. We stopped and stood looking at the church-leader. BY this time, his cock was fully erect. I couldn't help myself. I dropped to my knees and began kissing and sucking that very attractive cock! A murmur ran throughout the crowd and I wondered if I had just ruined the whole ceremony. Gertrude leaned forward and once more whispered to me,
"You do exactly right thing! How you know?"
The Leader was speaking, but I was having difficulty hearing him and his voice was very erratic. No doubt my mouth was driving him towards his climax as my own became more imminent. Somehow, he kept his voice and emotions under control and continued with his introduction,
"Welcome, Totem, Kurva Whore! We are overjoyed that you have returned to us. May I introduce you to Frank who shall serve as your guide to the places of pleasure for today! Members, our greetings are over! Now, we shall give our blessings to June and Paul for they have promised their pleasures to one another. "
He looked very relieved when I withdrew my tongue and lips from his cock and stood alongside him. I don't know if what I did then was correct or not, but I couldn't restrain myself. I smiled at all of the assembled people and emphatically licked my lips. A ripple of amusement ran through the crowd. The Leader continued with his introduction of June and Paul by gesturing towards a curtained-off alcove on his left. The curtains were summarily drawn back and two very lovely teenagers – totally naked – stood before the congregation. Without any hesitation, the female took hold of the rampant cock of the young male and led him to a prepared bed. He stretched out upon the bed and she promptly flung a leg over his hips. In a matter of just a few seconds, they were united in a carnal embrace. June rapidly and emphatically fucked her man. I turned to the leader and asked him,
"Does this mean that they are husband and wife?"
"Oh, no! They have merely promised to share their pleasures with each other."
