Devil's Fire (14 page)

He paused, challenging the raven-haired woman with a look I didn’t comprehend. ‘You’re welcome to compete with Quentin and myself, Elvira dear. If you’re up to it.’

Elvira rolled her eyes. ‘I always win, you know.’

‘That’s why I’m having you balance Sybil on your lap. It gives the rest of us half a chance.’

As this playful banter was exchanged, the others were slipping out of their tunics. I watched warily as Brother Paul, Brother Quentin and the two blonde sisters bared themselves and hung their clothing on pegs along the wall. ‘Mustn’t get our clothes dirty,’ Sybil explained as she sidled up to me, ‘or everyone’s favourite laundress will wonder what goes on here.’

‘And investigate, so she can tattle to the abbot,’ Zee chimed in. She smiled warmly, and then assisted as Sybil peeled off her dark shirt and trousers. She and her sister had beautifully smooth skin, and breasts that peaked in nipples resembling raspberries, and identical blonde bushes. They seemed completely at ease as they fetched a jar of golden liquid and slathered it all over Sybil’s globular breasts.

‘That’s good…quite nice,’ my room-mate murmured as their caress continued. ‘Anoint Paul and Quentin now, ladies. We’d better be dipping before our chocolate thickens any more. Are you ready for our instructions, Elvira?’

The statuesque woman was moving more deliberately than the others — and, like me, she still wore her tunic. Her smile betrayed a shyness I wouldn’t have imagined in one so physically outstanding. Elvira seemed to notice my hesitation, and stepped closer.

‘You see, Mary Grace, how Brother Paul and Brother Quentin are preparing for our first event? The object of this game is to make the most shells of this chocolate coating before climaxing, which requires great control. We then fill the hollow, cock-shaped containers with nougat or other candy filling — or use the last of the thickened chocolate inside, which creates a most delicious dildo.’

I blinked with sudden understanding. Brother Quentin, the beefier of the two, now sported an impressive erection as Zerelda oiled it lovingly. Her sister worked on Paul, who eyed his opponent’s pecker as though using it for inspiration.

‘So you cover these, uh, body parts with the chocolate, until it hardens?’

‘That’s right. Takes a good double dipping to produce a shell that will hold up to filling — and then, of course, there’s the challenge of deflating carefully, so as not to break one’s shell, before rising to the challenge of making as many more as each contestant can manage.’

My face must’ve registered my surprise, because Elvira laughed until her bosom shook. ‘I’m going to hold Sybil suspended on my lap at whatever angle Brother Paul dictates, which will create a casting we’ll probably fill with wine, for a sipping contest some time in the future.’

This image, too, made my eyes widen — and they grew bigger still when the giant of a woman beside me ran a finger along my face. ‘This must feel foreign to you, as a newcomer,’ she continued in that throaty voice. ‘So if you simply want to watch, that’s your privilege, Mary Grace. If you care to join in, however, you’re invited to lend a hand…or a tongue, or whatever you care to contribute. And you do find this rather enticing, don’t you?’

My glance had wandered to where Brothers Quentin and Paul sat across from each other, ready to compete. Sybil came up beside us, her expression teasing. ‘Don’t let Little Miss Innocent here fool you, Elvira. She’s a wildcat once she gets warmed up. If she appeals to you, you ought to give our other boys a run for their money. No doubt in my mind you can do that while you’re holding me.’

Elvira shifted, looking as affected by the aroused bodies as I was. ‘Does she know?’

Sybil shook her head. ‘I always let people disclose their own secrets, my dear. Once Mary Grace grasps yours — in whatever way she will — she’ll be fine with it. She’s a quick study.’

The two of them exchanged a purposeful look. Then Brother Paul glanced our way, resuming his role as director of the activities. ‘Elvira! Sybil! Get into your positions. Quentin and I are ready!’

Sybil went to fetch the stool, leaving me quite curious about the tall, onyx-eyed woman towering above me. Holding my gaze, Elvira slipped out of her tunic, to reveal the most prodigious cock I had ever seen! She then unfastened the short, artfully stuffed camisole that provided her with such remarkable cleavage, and handed her clothing to me. ‘Will you please hang these on a peg?’ she asked.

I now realised why her voice sounded gravelly; I couldn’t stop staring at a smooth, hairless body of magnificent proportion — but a male body with the face and hairstyle of an alluring woman. ‘Does…does the abbot know?’ I squeaked.

‘Absolutely not. But Sybil’s bringing you here tells me you can be trusted, Mary Grace.’

I nodded rapidly. What would I say, after all? I wasn’t sure Mrs Goodin or Father Luc would believe me if I told them Elvira’s secret, anyway.

‘If you don’t mind, we’ll save my explanations for later,’ Elvira said. ‘Right now, I’m going to show Brother Paul and Brother Quentin that two men can’t outdo a woman, once she puts her mind to something.’

My thoughts skittered when Elvira took my hand. ‘Anoint me, Mary Grace. You can assist with Sybil’s dipping, and then with mine. I have a feeling we’ll be an unbeatable trio before it’s all over. And feel free to make yourself more comfortable, whenever you wish.’

Without further ado, Elvira perched on the tall stool, her legs spread slightly. A couple of playful pats invited Sybil to balance atop those muscled thighs, facing out in a kneeling position as two strong arms held her suspended. ‘Let’s do Sybil’s first dip,’ the raven-haired contestant suggested, ‘and then I’ll give you gents a challenge like you haven’t seen in weeks. Miss Mary has agreed to be my inspiration.’

Vee came over with a deep pan of the chocolate, offering one end to me. We stepped around Elvira’s extended legs and then raised the pan between us so Sybil could lower her firm, rounded breasts into the coating.

‘Mmmm…nice and warm,’ she breathed, and then she raised herself up to let the excess drip off. ‘All right, Paul. Put me where you want me — but quickly.’

Vee took the chocolate away, and all eyes were on Sybil. She leaned out over Elvira’s sturdy arm to display her fudge-covered front, looking like an erotic statue on a ship’s bow.

‘A bit lower,’ Brother Paul crooned. ‘Perfect! Balanced, with the nipples at the most advantageous angle. Are you ready, Elvira? Quentin and I can’t wait forever, you know!’

I found myself intrigued. With oiled hands, I grasped the cock jutting up towards Sybil’s stomach, and produced an immediate low moan and two inches of additional length. There was still so much I didn’t understand about Elvira, yet no one seemed to consider this man in woman’s clothing freakish or abnormal. So I laid aside my doubts. The long, pink shaft quivered in my fingers, until its owner whispered, ‘Stop, dear heart — the object is for me to outlast Paul and Quentin! You’re doing a lovely job, by the way.’

I glanced up into kohl-lined eyes that held praise and admiration. Elvira was trusting me, so I took one of the smaller pots of chocolate Zee had poured for our contestants and knelt beneath Sybil.

‘On your marks — get set —’ the sisters chanted, pausing for an unbearable moment, ‘go!’

The three dippers thrust into their individual chocolate pots. I could see where I’d have to assist Elvira, who bore the added burden of balancing Sybil — who must be kept still as her casting dried, so it wouldn’t crack. I scooted closer, shoving the narrow pot up over the stiff, pink erection facing me, then lowering it to catch the drips.

‘Splendid,’ Elvira breathed. ‘Both you, and this warm, luxurious chocolate, Mary Grace.’

‘It’s not too hot?’

‘Feels absolutely divine.’

‘What…what keeps it rigid, once it’s cooled? I asked.

‘We stir in beeswax as we melt it, which adds flavour and hardens quickly — as you saw with the cherries.’

I nodded, unable to stop staring at Elvira’s chocolate rod. Sybil was looking down at me, giggling as much as her cast would allow. ‘Dip me again, Mary, and then tend to Elvira. Mind you, don’t do anything suggestive while she’s shrinking herself. Licking me wouldn’t be a good idea until she’s ready for a second casting.’

Indeed, Sybil’s neatly-trimmed slit was positioned right in front of my face. I dodged her hint by doing as I was told, holding the pan of liquid chocolate so she could re-coat her breasts. I was setting the pan aside when I heard Elvira letting out her breath with a victorious little gasp.

‘There’s number one! Oil me again, Mary.’

The casting Elvira handed me was a perfect replica of a splendid pecker, right down to the little hole in the top, and the ridged edge of the head, and the veins that corded the underside. I had no time to study this piece, however, because Paul and Quentin sounded ready for second dippings as well. I quickly oiled the shaft before me, marvelling at how it blossomed in my hand.

‘May I ask how you shrivelled so quickly?’ I whispered.

‘Let’s just say I think cold thoughts of cold people,’ Elvira replied with a nasty chortle. ‘Right now, however, your touch is reviving me quite nicely. Are you sure you can resist that lovely cunt in front of you? Watching you lick Sybil would be…such an inspiration.’

The moment of truth had arrived: while I’d learned to enjoy Sybil’s attentions, I had yet to taste a woman’s nectar. Hers was flowing, too — gathering around the rim of her pink hole like milky honey, ready to spill over. Closing my eyes, I advanced towards her with my tongue extended, eliciting a pair of delighted sighs when I made contact with Sybil’s musky cunt.

‘Dip me now, darling. And then get right back to what you’re doing.’

I obeyed eagerly, aware that our competitors were catching up, making the most of the attention Vee and Zee were giving them. When Elvira’s cock was coated, I leaned up again, letting my curiosity lead my tongue. Sybil moaned and shifted, spreading her thighs to urge me on.

‘Go deeper,’ she rasped. ‘Jesus, Mary, I’ve wanted this for so long. Get me out of this damn cast so I can enjoy you!’

Licking the dew from my lips — and catching the yearning expression on the face behind Sybil’s thighs — I stood to assist her. It seemed feasible to cup the lifelike chocolate casting so that, with Elvira’s help, Sybil raised herself out of it. She breathed her relief, her nostrils flaring at me like a dainty colt’s, but her intentions got cut short.

‘We need another bust of Sybil!’ Brother Paul cried out. His erection stood up, proud and brown, yet he had the presence of mind to heckle us. ‘Have to keep that Head Wench occupied so she can’t distract the rest of us. We know whose team she’s pulling for, after all!’

And so it went. I dipped Elvira a second time and then smeared sweet-smelling oil over Sybil’s lovely breasts, more enthralled by the feel of them than I thought I’d be. With no time to lose, however, I assisted her dip and by that time Elvira was easing out of a second casting.

‘Oil me again, sweetheart,’ she breathed. ‘Don’t be afraid to knead and squeeze me. It gets trickier each time I go up, after shrivelling it.’

I complied, and on impulse I also renewed my attentions to Sybil. Her moans proved quite inspiring to Elvira, who watched so eagerly as I drove my tongue in and out of that creamy slit that she felt compelled to join in. When Sybil let out a louder wail, like a she-cat calling to its tom, I realised Elvira was tonguing the hole behind mine — and loving it, by the way that cock sprang to life in my hand again. My face was so close to those chiselled lips, I stopped breathing for a moment.

‘Dip me,’ Elvira whispered, and then kissed my lips.

‘Dip me!’ Sybil squealed. ‘Don’t you two even think about ignoring me down there!’

I moved as fast as I could, realising Brother Paul and Brother Quentin might soon gain the advantage because they each had an assistant — and no wiggling woman on their laps demanding her due. I reviewed Elvira’s explanation of this game, and considered a counter-strategy I hoped would work. Our opponents appeared as randy and close to climax as Elvira would soon be, if I weren’t careful — although I had the feeling that Paul’s excitement came from ogling the man facing him.

Not that it mattered. Our game was everything at the moment, and as rapidly as Elvira was panting into Sybil’s arse, I sensed it would end soon.

‘Go cold!’ I whispered, taking hold of the chocolate shell that had hardened sufficiently.

Elvira stopped wiggling, and as soon as that member shrivelled just enough, I slipped the casing off it. Once again I oiled it, this time slipping my mouth over its pulsing hardness as I inserted two fingers into Sybil. Again the shaft shot up, and after its initial dip, I offered my wet fingers to the lush lips I curiously wanted to kiss.

‘Warm in here,’ I rasped, my pulse racing as Elvira sucked up to my knuckles. ‘You tend Sybil while I derail our competition. I won’t be long.’

With a covert chuckle I stepped from between those long, smooth legs so I could catch Brother Quentin’s eye. As I anticipated, he was rocking on his seat, straining to contain himself while Zee reached for the pot to give him a second coating. I stepped in front of him. Then I lifted my tunic quickly over my head, exposing myself more lewdly than I’d ever dared before.

Brother Quentin’s eyes bulged and his face reddened with the strain. And when I cupped my breasts from the sides, creating an offering of my cleavage, he let out a cry. The chocolate on his cock shattered, sending a stream of semen on to Paul’s stomach. The blond fired back, only his coating shot like a long brown bullet and smashed against Quentin’s chest.

‘Bravo! That’s my Mary!’ Sybil crowed. ‘Now get me out of this thing!’

With utmost care Elvira lowered the redhead from his lap to the floor and relieved her of the hardened chocolate encasing her chest. Sybil in turn eased the chocolate from Elvira’s cock. She turned to congratulate me, her eyes warning me that I was being ambushed from behind — but my arms were already being playfully pinned to my sides.

‘And what punishment shall we deliver to this wicked little vixen?’ Brother Quentin said from behind me. His breath teased my ear, and I felt his laughter rumbling in his chest. ‘Seems to me she deserves a licking, from everyone present.’