Tom reached over the lectern and switched on the bright white spotlight. Charles was mortified. They were all looking at his hard-on, he kept saying to himself, barely aware of what was going on around him.

"Sister Ann," Tom was saying, which caught Charles' attention. He had been admiring Ed's cousin since the first party. Now all at once he was going to have to perform something – he didn't know what – in front of everyone.

"Since the penis is Satan's scepter, it is one of the most revered parts of the male anatomy," Tom addressed the audience. "Sister Ann will show her dedication to Satan by kissing his scepter."

Ann smiled, walked up to Charles and knelt before him on the platform. Tom quickly went to them and rearranged them so Charles was facing sideways so the audience could see what Ann was doing.

The sight of Ann kneeling before him, her pretty face smiling up at him, sent Charles into a frenzy. His cock was throbbing and he knew the slightest touch would set off his orgasm. Taking a deep breath, he put all his concentration into holding back the climax, but watching her smiling face all the same. Probably the very thing that was making him come, he thought, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. Those sensuous, moist lips – that were smiling now – would soon pucker and kiss his cock… and the thought almost exploded the charge in his balls.

Ann puckered up, as he expected, and gave the ballooning head of his cock a soft, wet, tight-lipped kiss. As she moved away he could see a drop of come on her lips and his cock was dribbling a few drops on the floor. Ann licked her lips and smiled up at him again. Everyone else was dead silent, thoroughly captivated by the scene, which Ann played with such expertise.