I kneel naked at the Altar, exposed, smooth, vulnerable. I hear the rustle of movement as the congregation rises to observe the ritual. My face is flushed with a mixture of shame and excited arousal.

The swollen cock head is poised before my mouth and fills my field of view. A jewel-like drop of pre-cum emerges from the slitted head and trembles at the tip. The turgid shaft is warm on my fingers as I rub the head against my pursed lips, coating them with sweet slippery fluid. The helmet shaped crown presses forward impatiently and I part my lips to admit the intruder. My mouth is stretched wide over the ridged glans and my tongue instinctively forms a channel to caress the taut string of nerves beneath.

I allow my arms to fall when my Cock host assumes control.

He takes my head in his powerful hands and begins, slowly, sensuously, insistently to fuck my mouth. I gag once before my throat yields, welcoming the invasion. My mouth fills with saliva and the intoxicating taste of Cock. I fall into a trance as the rhythmic thrusting continues. His motion stops - I return to alert sensation. I feel his shaft grow and pulse between my lips as my mouth is flooded with his cum. I swallow and swallow again the tart, salty sperm, but the volume is so great, it leaks out the corners of my mouth.

A delicate hand strokes my cock as I swallow. A petite, androgynous figure in a pale silken robe masturbates my cock into a silver chalice held beneath the head. I explode into the cup. The orgasm is so intense that I swoon as I fill the chalice. A slender hand raises the cup to my lips; I tilt my head back and drain the nectar.