Suddenly the girl on the floor awoke, as if her trance was over, and seemed shocked to find herself in such a position.
"Hail Vallus!" the others cried, noticing her return to consciousness.
At the sound of that phrase, the girl relaxed and closed her eyes again, a satisfied, ecstatic smile wreathing her face. She let her tongue slip out and begin to run the length of the older woman's pussy, positioned directly above her mouth. Raoul began to move in and out with greater intensity, slamming his prick against the tender tissue of her cervix. The older woman massaged the girl's firm, young breasts, moaning as she felt the slim, hot tongue lapping and teasing at her eagerly suspended pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" the High Priestess cried out in ecstasy, "All praise to Vallus! All praise to Vallus!"
"All praise to Vallus," the son repeated with mounting intensity. "Hail Vallus!"
"Hail Vallus!"
Later that same evening, a car sped along the Santa Monica Freeway towards West Los Angeles. Ed Hill was driving home after a long day at the garage. It had been hectic all afternoon, with two transmission jobs that had to be finished before he left; it had been after seven when he finally closed up and headed home. He hadn't even had time to change from his work clothes and he felt grubby still wearing his greasy oil-stained dungarees and denim shirt. As he drove, he looked forward to getting home and having a good dinner; his thoughts especially centered on the beautiful wife Marion. They had been married only six months, but they had been the happiest six months of Ed's life. Married life suited him perfectly, and his beautiful Marion, only eighteen and as lush and desirable as he could want, was the perfect wife. As he thought of her he could feel his thick cock stiffen inside his dirty jeans.
Man, oh man, he thought, I can't wait to get home and run my prick into that sweet little pussy of hers. I'm one hell of a lucky guy to have a girl like her to come home to.
As he drove he thought of her curly golden-blonde hair that danced around her face like a bright cloud; she had deep blue eyes that seemed to sparkle; her ripe, pink body was alive with youth and sexuality. How he loved to feel her soft, warm skin in his hands; her large, jutting breasts were the envy of all the women on his block, and he especially liked to bite and suck on the hardened, brownish tips. Her buttocks – and he could feel them as he thought – were smooth and resilient, and they felt so satiny beneath his hands when he grabbed them like two pillows. The thought of her so overwhelmed him that he had reached down unconsciously and begun to stroke himself. His excitement spiraled under his vigorous massage, and his rigidly erect penis strained pleadingly against the tight denim of his work pants.
Christ, he thought, if I'm not careful I'll cum right here in the car in the middle of traffic. I'd better cool off until I get home. Oh, man do I want to fuck that sweet woman tonight.
In a few minutes he had pulled into the driveway of their one-story bungalow, and moved quickly into the house. Usually Marion was in the kitchen, fixing dinner, but when Ed entered the kitchen was empty and there was no food on the table. For a moment he was panicked.
Has something happened to Marion? Oh, Jesus!
He ran into the living room and although it was neat as a pin, it was empty.
"Marion!" he called, "Marion?"
There was no answer. He rushed into the bedroom. Marion was lying on the bed in a silky nightgown, talking on the phone.
"Yes, Mother," she was saying, "I got it today! It's fabulous! I'm going to go down first thing in the morning and find out about it. Thanks so much for sending it to me!"
She turned and saw her young husband glowering at the doorway.
"Oh, Mother," she said, "Eddie's home. I've got to hang up. I'll call next week."
She hung up the phone and ran to her husband.
"Hello, darling," she cried, flinging her arms about him and kissing him. "I just had to call Mother in Philadelphia to thank her."
"Thank her for what?"
"Look," she said, running back to the bed and picking up some leaflets. "Mother wrote a letter telling me all about this new group that's just started right here in L.A.. It's called the Sign of Vallus. Somebody told her about it. She said I simply had to investigate it. Look, doesn't it look fabulous?"
"I'm not interested in any of that junk," Ed retorted angrily. "What about my dinner? I'm hungry!"
"Junk?" Marion said, looking hurt. "How can you say it's junk? Why Mother…"
"Listen," Ed said, slipping off his dirty work clothes, "I don't want to hear about anything your crazy mother is into. Ever since your father died last year she's been into one phony cult after another. I think that stuff's dangerous! And I don't like you being influenced by her like that. We can't afford all these damn long distance calls, either."
"But, Ed," she said, "you're being unfair. There's a lot of truth to what these groups teach. Don't you want to become a fuller person?"
"The only way I want to become a fuller person is to have my dinner on the table when I come home from work!"
He was fully naked now, and Marion looked lovingly at his body. He had a highly muscular build, from years of working as a mechanic and laborer; his legs and hips were hard and the muscles looked like twists of steel cable. His chest was huge and his forearms bulged from the rock-hard muscles. His face was ruggedly handsome, with light brown eyes, a straight aquiline nose, and full sensual lips. Most of all she loved his thick hair, that was always tousled lice a child's. An anchor was tattooed on his left arm, from his days in the navy. She felt a spasm of desire go through her as she watched him get ready for his shower.
"Ed," she said, "I'm sorry. Really I am. But this is important to me."
"Oh, baby," Ed replied, moving over to her completely nude, "I don't want to put you down, but you could get in real trouble with that stuff. These guys are just out to make a quick buck."
Remembering his thoughts in the car on the way home, Ed suddenly took his young wife in his arms and began to cover her with kisses. His cock became instantly hard and thick and pressed against the silky material of her nightgown. He held her tightly, crushing her to him; he was overcome with desire. After a long hard day at work he now wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her, to screw her like mad, maybe even all night long. His lips pressed hotly against hers and his tongue forced its way between her teeth into the interior of her mouth, probing wantonly into the dark vaulted oral cavity. He became doubly excited as his hands roved up and down her body, clad flimsily in the sheer nightgown, and his hand moved quickly under the thin material and explored the area between her legs, hidden by the bikini panties she wore.
"Ed…" Marion murmured, "I should be getting your dinner…"
"The hell with that," he said, and slipped his middle finger deftly inside the tight elastic crotchband of her panties and worked its way down until he found the soft fleshy slit hidden in the warm, furry pubic hair. The tip of his finger probed at her clitoris which hardened and stood up defiantly under his touch.
Despite her husband's ardor, Marion felt herself curiously resisting his hot advances. Although she had always enjoyed making love to him, indeed he had been the first and only man she had ever slept with, she had lately begun to have misgivings about the wanton way he liked to fuck her. In all the books her mother had been sending her; there had been stern warnings about the perils of the flesh about being bound to the material world. She began to feel guilty, as his insistent middle finger slid hotly into her pussy; despite the fact that she had always enjoyed making love with Ed, she now felt she should be putting a rein on those obscene desires.