Chapter 8

The next morning Denise and Yvette were having breakfast on the veranda when Lynn and Paul appeared. They joined the others somewhat sheepishly, a bit embarrassed.

"You two certainly are noisy," chided Denise.

"My son is very... energetic!" smiled Lynn.

"Got any energy left over?" asked Yvette suggestively.

"I... I..." Paul sputtered, looking to Lynn, who again, momentarily, felt a twinge of resentment toward the redhead, then relented.

"It's all right," she responded, "you're here to enjoy yourself."

Paul slipped his arm around the attractive and shapely redhead and they walked back into the house. Within moments the sounds of lust emanated through the open door.

"Quite a stud, that son of yours!" laughed Denise.

"Perhaps you'd like to find out how much of a stud."

"Perhaps. I enjoy men, but women are what I savor most," said Denise rising and walking around the table to Lynn, "especially beautiful woman with gorgeous bodies," she continued, pulling Lynn from the chair, opening her robe and fondling her breasts.

"And do they give you pleasure?" asked Lynn as she discarded the robe and leaned over the table, exposing her nest and anus.

"Enormous pleasure!"

"Do they give you as much pleasure as I do?" asked Lynn

"Never!" said Denise filling Lynn's nest with her erection, "never as much as you!"

Later that afternoon, the four sat on the beach. Paul had taken Lynn again, here on the beach, with Yvette and Denise looking on and now they all lay relaxing.

"Ready for your second surprise?" asked Denise.

"Oh, I completely forgot!" exclaimed Lynn.

"Can't imagine why," smiled Denise, Paul returning a very contented smile.

"This one I won't hold back on: your sister is coming to visit. She will be here later this evening."

"Sarah? My God how did you ever convince her to come?"

"It wasn't easy. She's a bit self righteous."

"A bit?" laughed Paul, "she should have been a nun!"

"Wrong religion," chided Yvette.

"She had just started high school," explained Lynn, "and some revival came to town. Sarah got caught up in the fervor and before you know it, she was a born again evangelical. Over the years, she seems to have let her religion run her life."

"She has no life... except to pray and try to convert everyone else," mused Paul, "She gives me the old "witness" routine every time we see each other."

"She's really a sweet person," explained Lynn, "it's just that she's got this notion that she's got to spread the "word". "

"Someone needs to give her the word to loosen up," said Paul.

A gleam twinkled in Denise's eye.

"Mean that?" she asked.

"I don't know what you..." replied Paul, interrupted by Lynn.

"Oh, I wouldn't want her..."

"Hurt?" finished Denise. "Of course not, but perhaps just a little... temptation."

"Yeah," replied Paul, "maybe if she finds out how human she really is, she'll learn to lighten up a bit."

"I don't know," mused Lynn, "she's pretty devout."

"Why don't we find out how devout?" smiled Denise mischievously.

Sarah was just as Lynn and Paul had described her. An attractive woman, sharing the high cheek bones and perfect complexion which gave both Lynn and her their facial beauty. Sarah's body was somewhat leaner than Lynn's, but her breasts and hips were ample enough to give her a figure which would turn heads. Yet that body was clothed under a long, loose dress which could be described in no other word than stodgy.

The five sat at the dinner table. Sarah had been polite during the introductions, yet her eyes seemed to disapprovingly roam over the extremely short skirts worn by the other women and the cleavage each exposed by wearing low cut, revealing blouses. Her 'testaments' had begun almost immediately, verifying to the others what Lynn and Paul had described. The others sat drinking wine which Sarah had politely refused.

"We were sorry you couldn't be at the wedding," said Denise, eliciting smiles from Lynn and Yvette.

"I... just couldn't. I'm sorry, but my religion..."

"Ah, yes, doesn't recognize divorce or remarriage."

"Nor..." started Sarah, who abruptly caught herself.

"Nor the marriage of a woman and an... abomination in the eyes of the Lord?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's all right. I've probably been called worse," smiled Denise.

"It's... It's what our religion believes."

"And you believe everything that you are told."

"I must. It is how my faith remains strong."

"You're an attractive woman Sarah, surely you must be tempted to..."

"I pray to keep my faith. I will be glad to pray for you, each of you."

"And you truly believe your faith is stronger than the physical world?"

"Absolutely!"

"Then you believe that water was actually turned to wine?"

"Yes."

"Then do you believe that wine can be turned to water?"

Sarah was puzzled. "I don't understan..."

"Here is a glass of wine, Sarah."

"We don't drink alcohol."

"Yes, so you told us, but if your belief is as strong as you say it is, the wine will have no more effect on you than water... correct?"

"Well... yes... but..."

"Just a glassful Sarah... as a testament of your faith."

"I... don't know," replied the attractive Black woman, looking to Lynn and Paul for some kind of support.

"Show her Aunt Sarah," urged Paul, "you'll always telling me that faith can produce miracles, surely it can fend off the effects of a little wine."

"Go ahead Sis, it's not going to kill you!" laughed Lynn as Denise went to the liquor cabinet, poured a glassful and handed it to the younger sister.

"Well, just to show you all," said Sarah sipping the liquid. "Oh, it's bubbly."

"Champagne," noted Denise as they all rose and went into the living room where the lights were already dimmed and soft strains of romantic music wafted from hidden speakers.

"Do you like the taste?" asked Yvette, noting that Sarah had almost drained the glass.

"I must admit, it is quite refreshing," said Sarah as her glass was refilled.

She seated herself on the couch as Denise, Lynn, Paul and Yvette paired off and began dancing slowly and sensuously to the music. Denise noted Sarah's eyes following the swaying of hips and bodies, at first disapprovingly, then, slowly, with an interest which Denise noted with amusement was not exactly evangelical in nature.

"Would you care to dance?" Denise asked Sarah, whose eyes were beginning to have the slightest difficulty in focusing.

"No, we don't dance."

"Oh come on Aunt Sarah," chided Paul from across the room.

Denise held out her hand.

Sarah, feeling a bit woozy, yet wanting to prove that Lynn's "husband" could not shake her, accepted the hand and stood where Denise held her gently but firmly against her as she felt the body of the ebony evangelical first pull away, then allow itself to be pulled closer until their breasts briefly touched.

"Oh... I..." stammered Sarah as Denise held her even more closely, their breasts now rubbing in rhythm with the music. Sarah closed her eyes briefly as if savoring the forbidden pleasure.

"You're a very attractive woman, Sarah," whispered Denise.

Sarah was flustered, unable to say anything in response. A virgin, she had never even had a real boyfriend, her religious enthusiasm enough to keep them all at a safe distance. Finally, all her potential boyfriends had given up and Sarah was left with her faith and nothing else.

"That wine is quite potent. Sure you can handle it?" asked Denise.

"I'll... mannnnnage," slurred Sarah in response.

Yvette brought her a fresh glass which she sipped on as Denise pulled her even closer. Sarah's eyes were glazing a bit as Denise stepped back to allow Paul to cut in.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"... Yes... but... I shooouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what, enjoy yourself?" he said, pulling her to him tightly.

"I think you've had quite enough," said Denise taking the empty glass from Sarah's hand.

"How do you like dancing?" whispered Paul in her ear.

"... Like it. Feeeeeels gooood."

"And how does this feel" he asked brushing his lips against hers.

"Mmmmmm, nice, but you shooouldn't."

Sarah 's temperature was rising as fast as her resolve was dissolving.

"How about this? he queried, his hand gently finding and grasping her buttocks.

"Oh, Pauuuul, no, I..." she slurred.

"Or this?" he continued pulling her completely against him.

Her eyes widened as she felt his erection even through the heavy material of her dress. Starting to pull away, but hesitating, unsuccessfully fighting through the fog as hands reached around her from behind and gently cupped and then began caressing her breasts, Sarah was, unwittingly, now responding sexually to her seduction. She was aroused, and beginning to perspire, her panties wet and her efforts to resist, melting away by the second.

"Whaa... What are you doing?" she asked, looking down to find Yvette and Lynn removing her shoes.

"Just making you more comfortable. You do want to be more comfortable, don't you?" whispered Denise in her ear.

"... Yesssss, comfortabbbble," she breathed. "Oh,... that's naughty."

Denise had unbuttoned the back of the dress and began slipping it off the ebony beauty.

"Lynnnnnn," whined Sarah, offering absolutely no resistance, "help me!"

"Of course, Sis," grinned Lynn, reaching to unclasp the plain white bra and pulling it away.

"Oh... Oh... I..." gasped Sarah as Denise's expert fingers began caressing her bare breasts and nipples.

Sarah's body began swaying as Paul embraced her from the front and Denise from the rear.

"No... you mustn't, " she pleaded unconvincingly as, Yvette on one side and Lynn on the other, began slipping her panties down.

She felt erections press her in both front and back.

"No... please..." she said, stepping out of the panties and completing her nudity.

Denise and Paul were undressed in seconds as Sarah's desires consumed her. She felt Paul's erection brush her nest, her body quivering in fear and eager anticipation. Denise lubricated her own erection and began slowly sliding it backward and forward in the cleavage of Sarah's rear.

"What are you going to do?" she whined.

"Fuck you," answered Paul.

"But I'm a virgin!"

"Not for much longer," answered Paul as Sarah's nephew positioned his throbbing erection against her labial lips and Denise held the head of her penis against Sarah's tight and puckered anus.

"Oh Paul!' she cried as he entered her and rested his lance against her hymen.

"I can stop now, if you want, Aunt Sarah. I can pull it out and you can stay a virgin."

"Oh! OH!" was all she could utter.

"What do you want me to do Aunt Sarah?"

"I... I..."

"What do you want Aunt Sarah, tell me!"

Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she screamed.

A split second later Sarah Jennings was no longer a virgin.

"Oh Paul! OH PAUL!!!!!" she cried as his lance ripped away her hymen and in two thrusts was buried in her completely.

Sarah, now completely mindless with carnal need, opened her mouth to accept his tongue at the moment Denise entered her anal canal.

"Oh God!" she cried, "GIVE IT TO ME!!!"

With both penises buried within her, Sarah could not thrust, but she began squirming to take each even deeper.