“So, now, what was that about, anyway?” Lindsay Lohan said to Miley Cyrus, after a tall, bald stranger touched everyone present on the hand and vanished in a puff of smoke.

“Heck if I know. What do you think, Iggy?” Miley turned to Iggy Azalea, who shrugged.

“Fuck if I know, too. You Yanks expect people to read minds or something,” Iggy rolled her eyes next.

“Nobody asked me, I noticed,” Kesha griped.

“Because we knew that you’d say something unsolicited, anyway,” Fiona Apple observed.

“What she said,” Jennifer Lopez said while she looked at Beyonce Knowles, and then at Shakira.

“Where’s Britney ... and Jennifer Love Hewitt?” Beyonce asked now.

“Right here. So, I know that Lindsay and Jennifer here are more actresses than singers, but they are divas who have been in trouble. Right, Paris? We need to stick together. The world insists upon portraying us as crazy or something,” Britney said, “right, Cristinas? Right, Joss?”

Christina Aguilera and Cristina Milian shrugged, too, and downed their drinks, as did Joss Stone. What was this about, anyway? What was going on ... and why did that stranger touch their hands ... all of them? What was that about, anyway? Why didn’t anyone stop him? Why did he just vanish in a puff of smoke, too? That was beyond strange!

“Guys, guys, guys! Did anyone get a photo of that?” Katy Perry asked, frantically checking her phone, her voice piercing through the murmurs of confusion.

“I did ... fucking weird!” Avril Lavigne assured her now.

“Ugh, you have to really do that flash business?” Taylor Swift raised her head, aching from a hangover and too much partying with Travis, Blake, Ryan, and Scar Jo.

“Guys, let’s not start that again,” Gwyneth Paltrow interrupted, placing a gentle hand on Taylor’s shoulder. “We’re all a little tipsy, but let’s not let it turn into a witch hunt.”

Paris Hilton nodded in agreement, sipping from her flute of champagne. “We should be focusing on what’s important.” She gestured around the opulent room, where the whispers of the elite Hollywood crowd grew louder. The stranger’s dramatic exit had left everyone buzzing with curiosity.

“Like who that guy was and what he wanted,” Selena Gomez chimed in, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

“And why was I asked to be here? I quit the fucking business, guys, remember?” Jennette McCurdy slurred as she downed another shot of bourbon.

“You never quit, you just got fired,” Rihanna quipped from across the table, her eyes glinting with amusement.

“Oh, bite me!” Jennette told her, at which Rihanna shocked her by grabbing her hand and biting down very hard.

“Ow! What the hell, Riri?” Jennette yelped, “you’re disgusting, so kiss my butt!”

To that, Rihanna reacted by pulling her up, yanking down her capris, pulling down her thong, and landing several kisses on Jennette’s buttocks. Lana Del Rey flashed a pic of that, too, getting a laugh from that.

The room was filled with the smell of burnt fabric and the sound of gasps as the stranger’s touch seemed to leave a temporary brand on each of their hands. The symbol was an ouroboros, a self-eating serpent ... but why? What was that about, anyway? Why an ouroboros?

“Okay, okay, let’s all just ... just chill,” Lady Gaga suggested, taking a deep breath and examining the mark on her hand. It was faint, but definitely there. “This is ... this is some kind of trick, right?”

“Doesn’t feel like a trick to me,” Demi Lovato murmured, her eyes fixed on the brand. It was hot to the touch, almost pulsing with a strange energy that she couldn’t quite place. “It feels ... real.”

“Suck my clit, bitch!” Lady Gaga told her next, at which point, Demi did exactly that, unzipping her pants to start sucking on her clit.

The room grew silent again, this time not out of confusion but out of shock. Lady Gaga’s face twisted in pleasure as Demi’s tongue danced around her most sensitive spot. The tension was palpable, and everyone’s eyes were glued to the unexpected display.

“Guys, don’t you get it? It’s ... some kind of obedience spell or whatever. We can’t tell each other what to do, because if we do, the other girl has to obey us,” Kylie Minogue caught on by now.

Mischievous grins began to spread across the faces of some of the celebrities, while others looked horrified. The room grew tense with unspoken power dynamics. Jennifer Paige snickered and simply flipped all of them off, at which point, they all began fingering themselves uncontrollably, in public ... though admittedly, Liz Phair, Dido, and Alanis Morissette all seemed to enjoy that ... too much.

“Holy shit,” Lady Gaga gasped, pushing Demi away, “you’re right, Kylie. It’s like ... whatever we say, the others have to do!”

“Good, now suck my toes!” Demi told her in response for revenge.

Lady Gaga, who was still reeling from the sudden orgasm, didn’t even have time to react before her mouth was around Demi’s toes. The room erupted into a mix of laughter and astonishment. The energy had shifted from confusion to a thrilling game of power and submission.

“You ladies seem to having fun. Now, let’s see if it affects me at all,” their waiter told them, “suck my cock ... line up to do it.”

The celebrities exchanged glances, a mix of shock and excitement. Before anyone could process the situation, their heads were bobbing in unison, eager to satisfy the waiter’s command. It was as if they were all marionettes controlled by invisible strings, their wills at the mercy of the stranger’s cryptic incantation.

The waiter knew that he could get fired ... or maybe not if he played it right. Either way, he took pics of his jizz all over their skin, their faces, their clothes, wherever it landed, whoever was unlucky enough to catch it. Then he shared it to Instagram and the celebrities were all stunned that he did so. What would happen now?

“Let’s teach him a lesson ... alright, waiter ... rim us all ... and don’t stop until you make each of us cum on your tongue!” Madonna took charge now.

The waiter’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement. He hadn’t expected this twist in his little game of power. He’d heard about celebrities and their wild parties, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. He was busy licking each of their asses before he knew it, though he had to admit, he could dine on this experience for weeks ... it was a helluva task, but he really got into it after a while ... so many sweet asses, so little time ... at least they all took care of themselves in that area, after all.

The celebrities, on the other hand, couldn’t believe what they were doing. They felt a strange compulsion to obey, as if they had no control over their own bodies. They squirmed and moaned in pleasure and embarrassment, their faces a mix of bliss and horror as the waiter’s tongue delved into their most private areas. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and muffled cries, the smell of sex and the faint scent of the ouroboros-branded skin.

“Dude, we should probably be a little mad at you, even now, but damn ... you’re ... impressive. You just ... rimmed all of us ... every last one of us ... damn, dude ... that’s ... wow!” Kesha declared, kissing him with tongue to make her point.

The waiter looked around the table, unsure of what to say, but the words ‘thank you’ didn’t seem quite right for the situation. “I guess I’ve got some ... talents,” he said, winking.

“What’s your name, kid?” Britney demanded to know.

“Maurice ... Spoetzl ... yeah, like the pasta. I got no end of teasing for that,” the waiter told him, “my ... father was ... Austrian.”

“So was Hitler ... sorry, just giving you a little shit,” Susannah Hoffs high-fived Natalie Merchant on that joke.

Maurice the waiter took it in stride, his cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s alright, I get it a lot.”

“Poor guy ... look ... it’s an awkward situation ... you got the chance to pay us back for being such divas ... fair enough ... and we got the chance to pay you back for being so ... resentful and bossy or whatever ... and, in the process, we all had some fun ... let’s ... exchange numbers and see if perhaps we can ... have some ... more fun, eh?” Sarah Mclachlan suggested now, feeling some sympathy for the guy ... or was that empathy.

“Figures that the woman who wrote a song about her stalker would say that, but for once, I agree with you,” Sheryl Crow teased Sarah now, “you seem like fun ... and I damn sure enjoyed this ... no strings attached, no expectations, no judgment ... we all just ... had fun, right? Maybe this should continue ... as an experiment, purely in the interests of science.”

Maurice looked around the table, his mind racing. He never thought he’d be in a position to have a harem of celebrities at his beck and call. The power was intoxicating, and the thought of what he could make them do was already driving him wild. “Alright, deal. But, let’s keep this our little secret, shall we?” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

That was when Jenna, his boss, chose to approach him and berate him, “Maurice, quit goofing off and flirting with jaded local bitches ... and get back to work, or so help me, I’ll dock your pay and confiscate all of your tips for one week!”

“Oh, no ... no ... no, you’re not going to spoil the best time I’ve had going out somewhere in ages ... you, bitch ... suck his cock and apologize to him ... in writing ... and raise his pay for at least this week, by three dollars an hour. He’s been a good friend of ours, haven’t you, Maurice, honey?” Lady Gaga insisted now, feeling annoyed with Jenna.

Jenna’s eyes narrowed at Lady Gaga before she rolled her eyes and bent down to take Maurice’s cock into her mouth. The waiter couldn’t believe his luck. He’d gone from being scolded by his boss to being blown by her in front of some of the most famous women in the world. The room watched, a mix of envy and amusement in their eyes.

“Better yet, why doesn’t she first ... take it in the ass, and then suck it!” Lana Del Rey proposed, eyes full of mischief now.

Jenna’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment and anger at the same time. She knew she had to obey the command, but the thought of doing so was almost too much to bear. However, the thrill of the situation was undeniable. She had always had a bit of a rebellious streak, and this was definitely pushing her boundaries in a way she had never before experienced.

Yanking down her pants and underwear, she bent over, using some butter as lube, and practically pulled Maurice’s cock into her butt-crack before he sank it into her ass. She then took it in ... all the way, until it was deep inside her anus ... and it was bigger than she had guessed in the past. She never thought of Maurice as anything but a minion to torment, bully, boss around, terrorize, and also cock-tease mercilessly, but now the shoe was on the other foot for some mystical, magical reason.

Maurice groaned as he felt the tightness of Jenna’s ass clench around him. He had always had a crush on her, despite her bossy nature, and now he had her begging for his cock. He began to thrust, his movements growing more and more forceful with each passing moment. The celebrities watched in amazement, some of them feeling a strange mix of envy and arousal as they saw the power dynamics in the room shift so dramatically. Certain of them also took pics of it to share to social media, sure to make a viral sex tape if at all possible.

Jenna’s eyes watered as she took the waiter’s cock, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she started to moan, her body responding in ways she never thought it would. The pain melded with pleasure, and she found herself pushing back against him, urging him deeper. It was as if the ouroboros brand had not only stolen their free will but also heightened their senses, making each touch, each sensation, more intense than ever before. The room was a cacophony of wet sounds and gasps, the air thick with desire and the smell of sex.

When, at last, Maurice came inside Jenna’s ass, pictures were snapped of the results, including the plop as he pulled out and the oozing jizz from her anus. When she put it in her own mouth and began sucking it straight from her own ass, more pictures were taken of that, after which she wrote out an apology on a napkin ... along with her phone number for some reason. That detail wasn’t required, but she did so, anyway.

What was that about, several of the divas wondered, especially Sydney Sweeney and Aubrey Plaza, who lured him to a bathroom and took turns sucking him good and hard for some reason. It turned out that they had dared each other to do so in texts, egging each other on now...

The party, if one could call it that, went on like this for hours. The celebrities ordered Maurice to perform all sorts of kinky and depraved acts, but they also let him boss them around for fun. When they were ready to leave, they not only paid for a large meal that they jointly funded, but they left him fat tips, phone numbers, addresses, and paid for his own Reuben sandwich, as he indicated that was his favorite, plus a nice iced coffee for him.

“That was ... intense ... and we can all thank that stranger ... if I meet him, I won’t know whether to slap him or kiss him ... or both,” Natalie Portman told her friends, “maybe if I had been like that, my husband wouldn’t have cheated, oui?”

“He probably still would have, he is French like me, but at least you could have joined in the fun. Not too late, you know,” Eva Green observed.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Natalie Portman replied with a knowing smile, “so ... you’re saying that all Frenchmen cheat?”

“Mostly, and the ones that don’t ... probably would if given the right opportunity or temptation. It’s just ... human nature. This incident further convinces me that, fuck all that mushy crap, yes, we’re spiritual beings, but we’re also animals at our core, oui?” Eva Green replied before kissing Natalie hard on the mouth.

The room buzzed with excitement and confusion. The night had taken a wild turn, and the celebrities were all too eager to explore this newfound power and the vulnerability that came with it. The stranger’s touch had turned their lives into a surreal, twisted game, and they were all eager to see where it would lead.

“You don’t think that I’m ... pregnant, huh?” Rachel McAdams asked as she recalled Maurice fucking her pussy bareback in the ladies’ room for several minutes before he came inside her.

“Are you on the Pill or off it?” Lizzy Caplan asked her now.

“Um ... yeah, I was supposed to be on it ... but ... I kinda missed today’s dose,” Rachel blushed, “because of ... you know ... the Incident.”

“Yes, that’s what we should call it in the future. The ... Incident. Sorry, babe, you’re probably knocked up,” Lizzy shrugged, “don’t worry, I’ll drive you to get the abortion. This is Cali, not Texas.”

“No abortion ... if I’m pregnant, I want to carry it to term. If for no other reason than this might be my shot. I’d be a fool to miss it,” Rachel said.

“Exactly how I should have behaved in the past. Then I’d be a mother myself,” Jennifer Aniston said, “I was still fertile when I had ... that, obviously. Hence the abortion. Necessary back then for my career, but I could have skipped a film, I guess, and maybe even done a few SNL skits about my pregnancy or something like that.”

“Well, we can’t change the past, but we can definitely make the most of the present,” Rihanna said, her voice thick with desire as she traced the ouroboros symbol on Lady Gaga’s hand, “and it seems we have a new toy to play with.”

“Party at my place? Girls only night? I have my reasons. We can deal with ... Maurice, later, sweet, sweet man. I’m gonna love slutting it up with him,” Dana Delany growled playfully.

“You’re on! Let’s get out of here,” Lady Gaga said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The group of celebrities, their minds still reeling from the evening’s events, decided to continue the night elsewhere. They left the restaurant in a flurry of giggles and whispers, their branded hands a silent reminder of the strange bond they now shared.

Before any of them knew it, they were all inside Dana’s place, naked as jaybirds again, and this time, the party, drunken and wild, stretched from one end to another. Like a real ouroboros, the line of women snaked all over the mansion, a daisy chain that featured analingus most of all ... for whatever reason, they were all particularly in the mood for that, rimming each other like it was going out of style, pouring booze down each other’s cracks, and licking up every last drop.

Maurice, meanwhile, got ready to clock out after this while, long, exhausting, extended workday, running behind to get home. Even so, Jenna insisted upon driving him home, and as soon as she got him in the car, she took him to her place instead. Then she began kissing him like crazy, practically dragging him inside her house, undressing in a trail before they ended up on her bed. Before he knew what hit him, Jenna was on top of him, riding him with her pussy this time, his cock throbbing as he fucked her ... and they kept obeying each other for some odd reason.

It was like a switch had been flipped, and now, she couldn’t get enough of him. Maurice, for his part, was in heaven. This was the woman he’d had wet dreams about, and here she was, begging for his dick. It was as if the ouroboros had not just changed their relationship dynamics but also their sexual preferences, or at least made them more open to new things. He found himself drinking a lot of her pricey beer, and before too long, he had her in the kitchen between pizza bagel bites, had her in the bathroom, in the shower, over the sink, over the commode, in the laundry room, and on the balcony. What the hell ... how did he get it up so much?

“I don’t know, honey, but if you keep that up, you’re definitely employee of the month!” Jenna teased him by the time that they collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, “did you or I get the Spanish fly ... or both of us! I’m so sore and tired and drained and puffy and pink right now, and yet all I can think about is ... getting more dick!”

“Well, if you insist,” Maurice grinned, “but only if you can handle it,” he was tired but also thrilled to have a second wind, “and maybe I can get a bit of a nap in between your ... demands?”

“Fine,” Jenna giggled, “but I’m keeping your cock in my mouth until then, just to be sure it’s ready for action.”

They got it on a few times before they collapsed all over again, glad to have days off tomorrow. They needed a chance to recover. It was ... amazing ... wild and crazy. They woke up the next morning, sore as fuck, yet he had morning wood ... and she rode it without waiting for any kind of invitation. She took that boner as such, anyway, whether she should or shouldn’t. It was a lucky guess, but an educated one ... that weird spell hadn’t gone away, whatever it was.

Back at the mansion, the girls had finally passed out around six in the morning ... and they didn’t wake up until two in the afternoon. When they finally came to, it was to the full awareness that none of it was a dream, and that the stranger stood in their midst with a wicked smile on his face. He waved at them and then vanished again before they could ask a single question.

The ouroboros brands on their hands were still there, and it was like nothing had changed. They all looked at each other, and the air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and regret. Or was it? No ... it was more like anticipation. They all felt like they hadn’t had enough ... like they wanted to keep going.

“Who was that guy, anyway? All I know is ... it was fucking wild. Too fucking intense! I don’t want it to stop, either. Come here ... I want to eat your ass right now!” Kiernan Shipka grabbed Kate Beckinsale and just started licking her butt in front of everyone else ... hungry as ever.

The other women looked at each other, a mix of shock and arousal on their faces. The stranger’s touch had indeed left them with more than just a mark on their hands. It was as if they were in a never-ending state of sexual hunger, each craving more of what the other could give them. They had all crossed lines they never thought they would, and yet, it was exhilarating.

“We can’t be ... fucking non-stop, so we have to figure out a way ... to ... control these urges, to know when and how to act ... and not ... act on them. For one thing, I need a bloody shower!” Naomi Watts declared, even as she pulled Nicole Kidman into the shower with her and they went at it with an eggplant right under the jets ... between wipes with the puff.

“Or, we could just ... embrace it,” Salma Hayek suggested with a devilish smile, “it’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Unless ... unless we start fighting over ... whose turn it is,” she winked, licking her lips.

“Oh, fuck, yeah ... bite me, bitch!” Eva Mendes shouted, “I’ve got to lure Ryan into this ... he’s gonna love it. Don’t worry, Margot ... I know that you fucked him ... and I’d been stewing about it, but I no longer care. We can share him ... and every other man and woman that we desire, right? The more, the merrier ... sharing is caring, right?”

Margot Robbie blushed a little and admitted, “yes, I fucked him, but so did Marisa,” pointing to Marisa Tomei.

“What can I say? He was good in bed ... I wouldn’t mind more Ryan Gosling, I can tell you that. Or Ryan Reynolds, right, Blake?” Marisa turned to Blake Lively.

“Newsflash ... Taylor, Travis, Scar Jo, Ryan, and I ... we’re already having orgies. Why not add you guys to it ... all of you?” Blake confessed now, even as she stuck her fingers into Marisa’s ass.

“Orgies? You guys have been having orgies?!” Kaley Cuoco looked shocked, though her hand was already down her own pants, playing with her clit, “that reminds me ... I still want to seduce Howie Mandel ... how do I do that?”

“Oh, honey, you just need to show him that mark,” Salma Hayek said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “and tell him that you’re under a ... spell of sexual liberation and exploration. He’ll be putty in your hands ... or should I say, pussy?”

“Oh, and get past his ... mysophobia ... of course,” Jennifer Beals said, “trust me, though ... for Kaley here, he’d overcome it. Who wouldn’t, right?”

“Alright, alright, we’re all just ... craving more, aren’t we?” Lady Gaga observed, looking at their branded hands, “I say we use this ... newfound ... desire ... as a way to ... experiment. We can ... have fun ... and maybe learn something about ourselves.”

“Which is what we’ve been doing ... what if, and I know that this is a crazy-ass dare, we were to run naked through a college dorm, all of us ... and have sex with every last guy in that dorm who wants it? They won’t believe it’s the real us, of course, will assume that we’re lookalikes, but they’ll still go for it. I dare you all!” Lindsay Lohan now proposed, getting a high-five from Kristen Stewart, Anna Kendrick, and Bella Thorne on that point.

“Oh, fuck yes! Let’s do that!” Kesha exclaimed, and they were all dressed and out the door in seconds, piling into various luxury cars and speeding off to the nearest college dorm they could find.

“Shouldn’t we finish showering, though?” Mena Suvari asked now.

“Don’t be a wet blanket, Mena. We can shower in the dorms with the dudes ... trust me, dirty or not, they’ll want some of this!” Allyson Hannigan urged her American Pie co-star.

“What she said,” Tara Reid chimed in now, ever the party girl.

The group of celebrities, fueled by their newfound desires and the thrill of the forbidden, found themselves at a nearby college dorm. They strutted in, naked as the day they were born, and the place erupted into a frenzy. The college boys couldn’t believe their luck as the famous faces they’d seen on screen and in magazines were now right in front of them, willing to indulge in their every fantasy.

Five hours later, of course, the ladies were in the showers, being washed off by horny young college guys, even as they took turns draining cocks and balls one right after another. There was so much cum all over their bodies that they couldn’t even walk without rubbing it on someone else. They were all pressed together in a mass of naked flesh, of course.

When they awoke, the next morning, they were still there, drinking up a storm worth of college booze, smoking weed and hashish, and getting gang-banged. The stranger appeared, only this time he participated and pressed one of their brands, adding to their ... desires and their crazings ... he also put his mark on the young males and showed the ladies a picture of how Maurice now had it on him ... and so did Jenna, but how did he capture that ... or do it?

When they felt the stranger inside them, one by one, the ladies fainted and came just as he did. They awoke at about one the following Sunday, having been at it in some form since Friday afternoon. They were still in the same dorm, and as they slowly departed, rushed out by the campus cops, they gave said cops autographs and managed to get phone numbers from them, too. They whistled at the male students and laughed as they considered what else to do. Somehow, they still wanted more.

“There is so much cum on my body and I wash it off ... and I will again, but damn, I don’t want it to leave my skin. I want it to stay on my body and mark me as the fucking cum whore that I am. Is that crazy or what?” Jewel wondered aloud, quite at odds with her soulful music of the past.

“No, baby, that’s not crazy. That’s just what we are now,” Beyonce said, stroking her arm, “and if you don’t want to wash it off, that’s your call. Maybe we should get a few more loads on us before we go, huh?” she winked.

“Yeah, but where?” Jewel asked, just before Claire Danes pointed out an LDS ward ... a fucking Mormon church.

“Perfect! As long as we only hit the grown-up service, right?” Jewel winked as she led the way into the church building, still naked as fuck, covered in jizz, and horny as ever.

The Mormon church was indeed in session, and the sight of a mass of the world’s most famous and beautiful women, dripping in semen and walking down the aisle, was too much for even the most devout of the congregation to handle. The room went silent, the air thick with the scent of shock and arousal. The bishop’s eyes bulged out of his head as he took in the scene before him. The group of Hollywood singers and actresses all but stripped everyone in the pews, and before anyone knew it, it was an orgy that boggled anyone’s minds.

“Oh, my God, this is so ... so ... sinful!” a young Mormon man whispered, his voice filled with a mix of horror and excitement as he watched the celebrities go at it with one another, dragging him and his chaste fiancee into the action ... neither of them to exit the building a virgin this Sunday.

“No, baby, it’s not sinful, it’s just ... enlightened. It’s what we’re all meant to do,” Beyonce purred into his ear, her hand already on his cock. The fiancee, a beautiful blonde, was too busy getting her pussy eaten by Shakira to even blush. She was lost in the pleasure of it all, the divine commandments forgotten for the moment.

The Mormon bishop, a portly man with a thick beard, was at a loss for words. He had seen and heard of many things in his time, but nothing quite like this. The sight of his congregation getting fucked by the very people they had sworn to resist, the temptations of the outside world, was too much to bear. And yet, he too felt the heat rising within him as he watched Scarlett Johansson suck on a young Mormon’s cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before he knew it, he was balls deep inside Eva Green ... and Lily Collins, who had put aside their differences over the latter’s inaccurate TV series set in Paris. He was busy alternating between them, sweating and unable to stop himself from following his instincts, of course. He was like a dog smelling a bitch in heat ... or bitches.

The Mormon fiancee, now fully naked, had Rihanna’s face buried in her pussy, her body writhing in pleasure as the singer licked and sucked, occasionally looking up to wink at her. Meanwhile, the young Mormon man was being taken care of by the likes of Lady Gaga, Kaley Cuoco, and Allyson Hannigan, all of whom were eager to show him what the real world had to offer. His cock had never been so well-serviced, and he was already wondering if he could get back to the pearly gates after this.

As for Ariana Grande, she kept picturing herself getting gang-banged by fans of both sexes at her own concerts, and she resolved to make it a thing ... for now, though, she took on three young men about to go on their missions ... this would be an amazing way to change the world ... getting airtight by them right then and now...

The orgy at the Mormon church was in full swing, with moans and gasps echoing off the walls that had once held the solemn vows of purity and chastity. The pews were stained with sweat and cum, and the once-reverent atmosphere was now electric with sexual energy. The college boys who had accompanied them from the dorm looked like they had won the lottery, fucking and getting fucked by the celebrities they had only dreamed of...