The next morning, the Temple was filled with excitement as the congregation filtered in early for the devil's communion service. They were all dressed in their traditional communion attire, naked except for long black robes open down the front.
The big bed had been replaced by a low altar draped with red velvet. The High Priest and Priestess sat on the raised dais just above the altar. The congregation sat nervously awaiting the communion ritual that was about to begin.
'Dear worshipers of Satan,' began the High Priest as he arose from his chair. 'There has never been a communion like this in the history of our religion. Today Princess Aphrodisia, the devil's own flesh and blood, is going to administer communion.'
There was a rustling sound at the back of the room, and the whole congregation turned to see Princess Aphrodisia slowly walking down the aisle. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement as she moved slowly along in a black silk gown that covered her from neck to floor, except for two round openings across the front from which her firm naked tits were deliciously exposed. The front of the gown was open from the waist down, revealing her soft young thighs and her scented pussy hairs.
As she knelt on the velvet altar facing the congregation, the High Priest asked the members to file past and receive their communion.
The first man to approach the altar was a rather slightly built man in his early fifties. As he stood facing the kneeling Princess, she drew back his open robe and gently placed his hard prick into her warm little mouth. Swirling it around her tongue and lips for a few precious seconds, she released the rod and smiled up at the man. 'May the devil bless you for allowing his own flesh and blood to taste your manhood.'
The man slowly turned and walked away as the next member stepped forward to receive the devil's communion. One by one she kissed, sucked and fondled their cocks and gave them the devil's blessing.
Libby was completely, thrilled with the variety of tastes offered by the parade of different-sized and different-shaped pricks that were presented to her eager, cock-hungry little mouth. It was with a feeling of disappointment when she had to release the last tool from her slurping lips.
When the members were all seated once again, the High Priest and Priestess stepped down from their dais and stood on the altar with the Princess kneeling between them.
'Arise, Princess Aphrodisia,' he intoned in a deep voice. 'It is now time for you to reveal the names of the members whom your father has chosen to enjoy your lustful flesh.'
Glancing at the names that Luke had written on a slip of paper, she quietly stood up and faced the congregation.
'The first name my father has selected,' she smiled at the audience, 'is Mr. Gary Baxter.'
The man smiled up at her, licking his lips in wild anticipation.
'The next,' she continued, 'is Mr. Ronald Garvey.'
The girl went on down the list until she had completed calling the names of the six members who were to share her bed.
There was an audible murmur of disappointment from the followers who had not been selected.
'Now,' began the High Priest, 'you six devout members who have been so highly blessed by the devil will spend a full night in Princess Aphrodisia's bed in the order that your names have been called. The rest of you may depart when this service is concluded. In the meantime we will convene again in ninety days, and I advise those of you who were not selected to think about how you could better serve the devil. If you find a way to serve and enrich the devil, you may very well be selected. The meeting is now adjourned, but I want the six gentlemen selected to remain in the room with Princess Aphrodisia, the High Priestess and myself.'
When the other members had filed out, he gathered the small group of winners around him and explained the procedure. Starting tonight with Mr. Baxter, each man would spend a night with the girl. They would be escorted to her room at eight o'clock in the evening, and they could use her body any way they desired until nine o'clock the next morning when they must leave without communicating with any member who had not yet shared the girl. Each member would be a guest in the mansion until his evening with the girl was completed.
Libby smiled eagerly at the small group of men that was gathered around her. They were a fine-looking group, and she vowed to herself that she would give them all the greatest night of their lives.
Smiling affectionately at them, she was escorted from the Temple by the High Priestess.
When they entered Libby's room, Helena called Katrina and suggested that she bathe and powder the girl. While this was being done, Helena disrobed and lay back on the bed. A delicious tremor ran through Helena's cunt as she watched Libby's sensuously scented naked body return from the bath.
'Come over here on the bed with me,' she smiled at the girl.
When Libby sat down, Helena put her arms around her and gently drew her face down against her own bare boobs. Helena's big soft tits felt good against Libby's cheeks. The girl loved the way the older woman held and caressed her when they were alone. She giggled with pleasure at the touch of Helena's gentle fingers moving lightly against her sensitive little slit.
'Oh, God, that feels good,' whispered the girl when Helena moved down and inserted her tongue into Libby's eager little pussy. The way the woman expertly worked her tongue around the girl's clitoris always drove Libby wild with excitement.
Slowly the sensuous tongue moved in and out and around every sensitive nerve end in the young girl's lust inflamed fuck-hole. Faster and faster the darting tongue and sucking lips swirled around the squirming girl's juicy gash.
'Oh, Aunt Helena,' the child squealed in delight, 'that feels so good! Oh, God, honey, suck! Suck! Suck!'
Faster and faster the swirling tongue was lifting the girl toward new heights of ecstasy.
'Oh, suck, baby, suck!' squealed the child. 'Faster, honey, faster! I'm coming! I'm coming, Aunt Helena! Please don't stop! Suck! Suck! Suck!'
With a wild scream, Libby felt the dam break as the delicious orgasm washed over her shuddering body.
'Oh, God, I love you, Aunt Helena,' she whispered when the overwhelming orgasm began to recede.
Kissing the girl gently on the lips, Helena got up and closed the drapes.
'Now, honey,' she smiled, 'try to get some rest so you'll be ready for Mr. Baxter tonight.'
Early that evening, Katrina again bathed the girl, then powdered and lightly sprayed her with a gently scented perfume. She tied her hair into two pigtails that accented her girlish appearance. The final touch was a flimsy baby-doll nightgown that barely covered her luscious little ass. The overall effect was one of erotic innocence.
At exactly eight o'clock there was a rap on the door, and she quickly ran over to open it. Gary Baxter stared down at the innocent young face that was looking up at him with excited expectancy in her warm passionate eyes.
'Good evening, Mr. Baxter,' she smiled softly. 'Good evening, Princess,' he returned as the girl quickly bolted the door behind them.
He was wearing the traditional black robe that was open down the front, exposing his rather long, limp cock. Taking him by the hand, she led him to the bed. He sat silently on the edge far several moments before he spoke.
'Princess,' he smiled nervously, 'you are the most exciting person that I've ever seen in my life.'
'Thank you,' replied Libby, gently tinning her face up and kissing him lightly on the lips.
Fluffing up the pillows, she gently laid him on his back and crawled into his arms. Her face nestled against his chest, she reached down and, opening his robe, gently took his thick flaccid cock in her hand. After lightly stroking his prick for several minutes without it becoming erect, she slid down and inserted the fleshy rod into her hungry little mouth. No matter how much her expert little mouth worked it over, however, the thick cock remained limp.
'It's no use, Princess,' he sighed, lifting her face and drawing her back up into his strong arms. 'I've been impotent for several years. That's why I joined the Temple of Valhalla, hoping against hope that through the devil I could overcome it. Nothing has worked, but last night as I watched you being ravished by those two men, I felt a stirring in my loins for the first time in years. I thought that maybe you might be the answer, but now I'm afraid I was wrong.'
