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Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)
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The echo of angelic voices rose to the high domed ceiling of St. Margaret’s Chapel, voices flowing sweetly from the mouths of the all-girls choir performing for the moderately packed audience. There were about forty of them in all on the stage, human and catgirls alike, sent to the strict Catholic school by doting, protective parents. On Wednesday afternoons, the Sisters opened their doors for free concerts, free food and even freer proselytization.
What the dear Sisters didn’t know was that many in the audience, most of it young males, came not so much for the Word of God but to gape at the girls. Somehow the choir had collected most of the pretty girls in the school who can sing (or barely sing, even).
Young, smooth faces glowed angelically under the Chapel’s infusion of light through its vast expanses of brilliantly stained-glass, the shocking myriad of various colored hair from white to purple shining with health somewhat offset by the demure, light-blue choir robes that all the girls wore for the concert. Under the robes, each of the girls’ nubile bodies hinted at ripe, blossomed curves that probably had quite a lot to do with attracting the testosterone-laden element of the audience.
At the entrance to the chapel, two girls, twins, did their duty as ushers who guided visitors to their seats and gave out little booklets with sweet smiles and murmured words of “God loves you.”
Melody and Harmony, they were called, which was sort of ironic as neither could sing a note and were so bad that they were actually banned from the choir. Melody had hair as white and soft as spun silk, while Harmony had hair as black as midnight velvet, but their bodies were identical. Perhaps their names could be more aptly applied to their appearance, for each seemed a melodious and harmonic concert of seraphically innocent faces, soft, exquisite curves and long, graceful limbs⦠both with enormous eyes of a deep cerulean blue. Since they were the ones that visitors first met at the entrance, and wore no choir robes on top of their school uniforms, they had become somewhat of a landmark of the Chapel for outsiders, and the young men who attended got their eyeful of celestial twinness.
At the end of the concert, they also served drinks and refreshments from behind long tables set up in one of the Chapel’s large back rooms, joined by some of the girls who had removed their robes to help. The audience number seemed to swell at this point as latecomers who had avoided most of the concert came trickling in. But most of the girls took it all in stride, as this was all part of the Lord’s work to represent their school and church to the community.
One of the girls, however, grumbled about the number of people who âhappened’ to show up late. “I think we should start charging for the food,” Catherine muttered to Melody. Catherine had yellow ears twitching sleekly up through her mop of yellow hair, and studious amber eyes behind a pair of spectacles. Even as the least curvy of all the girls, she still boasted a voluptuous figure that strained against the confines of her uniform. “And do you seriously think they come just to hear us sing?”
“Of course they do,” Melody responded firmly, nodding to one of the boys whose turn it was to get a drink and sandwich from her platter.. and to ogle at her. With a repressive look at him, she said, “I hope you come and listen to the choir again!” Then she turned her attention back to Catherine. “You all sing so beautifully, how can anyone not want to listen to you?” Once again she contemplated the unfairness of not being able to sing, but she shook off the disappointment and turned her attention back to her tasks.
“Sister Marcella says that she’s never seen so many attendees since she put our choir together,” Harmony nodded, smiling at a boy who stammered his thanks before stumbling away with his drink and sandwich. “By the way, y’all are coming tonight, right?"
There were murmurs of assent. They hardly needed to be reminded, as Wednesday nights were big Bible study nights. “Yep, remember it’s at our house tonight,” chirped in Violet. With soft lavender ears and lavender hair and vivacious, luminous amber eyes, she was one of the âRainbow Quintuplets’ as the catgirl sisters were called. All the girls’ families involved took turns hosting the Bible studies. “Mom and Dad won’t be home tonight, so they’re leaving us to play hostesses,” she dimpled mischievously.
“With Mom and Dad away, after the Bible study we can have some fun and listen to my new Terra Bytes CD and try some of her video dance steps,” Sapphire whispered with a surreptitious nod, green eyes blinking under a lustrous mass of blue hair. Several of the girls squeaked in excitement. They not only sang, some were good dancers too, but the Sisters frowned upon this sort of activity among the students.
“Honestly, what’s the point?” Cherry rolled her eyes. Purple-haired and green-eyed with owl-like spectacles perched on her small nose, she was considered the uncontested valedictorian of the senior class. She was a whiz at math and physics and computers and was likely to go to MIT.
“You don’t have to join if you don’t want to,” soothed Sapphire, while her sister Amber stuck out her tongue swiftly at Cherry’s back.
Then the visitors started trickling out once it was clear there were no more sandwiches and cookies to be had, and it was time for the girls to go home to get ready for the Bible study that night.
What the dear Sisters didn’t know was that many in the audience, most of it young males, came not so much for the Word of God but to gape at the girls. Somehow the choir had collected most of the pretty girls in the school who can sing (or barely sing, even).
Young, smooth faces glowed angelically under the Chapel’s infusion of light through its vast expanses of brilliantly stained-glass, the shocking myriad of various colored hair from white to purple shining with health somewhat offset by the demure, light-blue choir robes that all the girls wore for the concert. Under the robes, each of the girls’ nubile bodies hinted at ripe, blossomed curves that probably had quite a lot to do with attracting the testosterone-laden element of the audience.
At the entrance to the chapel, two girls, twins, did their duty as ushers who guided visitors to their seats and gave out little booklets with sweet smiles and murmured words of “God loves you.”
Melody and Harmony, they were called, which was sort of ironic as neither could sing a note and were so bad that they were actually banned from the choir. Melody had hair as white and soft as spun silk, while Harmony had hair as black as midnight velvet, but their bodies were identical. Perhaps their names could be more aptly applied to their appearance, for each seemed a melodious and harmonic concert of seraphically innocent faces, soft, exquisite curves and long, graceful limbs⦠both with enormous eyes of a deep cerulean blue. Since they were the ones that visitors first met at the entrance, and wore no choir robes on top of their school uniforms, they had become somewhat of a landmark of the Chapel for outsiders, and the young men who attended got their eyeful of celestial twinness.
At the end of the concert, they also served drinks and refreshments from behind long tables set up in one of the Chapel’s large back rooms, joined by some of the girls who had removed their robes to help. The audience number seemed to swell at this point as latecomers who had avoided most of the concert came trickling in. But most of the girls took it all in stride, as this was all part of the Lord’s work to represent their school and church to the community.
One of the girls, however, grumbled about the number of people who âhappened’ to show up late. “I think we should start charging for the food,” Catherine muttered to Melody. Catherine had yellow ears twitching sleekly up through her mop of yellow hair, and studious amber eyes behind a pair of spectacles. Even as the least curvy of all the girls, she still boasted a voluptuous figure that strained against the confines of her uniform. “And do you seriously think they come just to hear us sing?”
“Of course they do,” Melody responded firmly, nodding to one of the boys whose turn it was to get a drink and sandwich from her platter.. and to ogle at her. With a repressive look at him, she said, “I hope you come and listen to the choir again!” Then she turned her attention back to Catherine. “You all sing so beautifully, how can anyone not want to listen to you?” Once again she contemplated the unfairness of not being able to sing, but she shook off the disappointment and turned her attention back to her tasks.
“Sister Marcella says that she’s never seen so many attendees since she put our choir together,” Harmony nodded, smiling at a boy who stammered his thanks before stumbling away with his drink and sandwich. “By the way, y’all are coming tonight, right?"
There were murmurs of assent. They hardly needed to be reminded, as Wednesday nights were big Bible study nights. “Yep, remember it’s at our house tonight,” chirped in Violet. With soft lavender ears and lavender hair and vivacious, luminous amber eyes, she was one of the âRainbow Quintuplets’ as the catgirl sisters were called. All the girls’ families involved took turns hosting the Bible studies. “Mom and Dad won’t be home tonight, so they’re leaving us to play hostesses,” she dimpled mischievously.
“With Mom and Dad away, after the Bible study we can have some fun and listen to my new Terra Bytes CD and try some of her video dance steps,” Sapphire whispered with a surreptitious nod, green eyes blinking under a lustrous mass of blue hair. Several of the girls squeaked in excitement. They not only sang, some were good dancers too, but the Sisters frowned upon this sort of activity among the students.
“Honestly, what’s the point?” Cherry rolled her eyes. Purple-haired and green-eyed with owl-like spectacles perched on her small nose, she was considered the uncontested valedictorian of the senior class. She was a whiz at math and physics and computers and was likely to go to MIT.
“You don’t have to join if you don’t want to,” soothed Sapphire, while her sister Amber stuck out her tongue swiftly at Cherry’s back.
Then the visitors started trickling out once it was clear there were no more sandwiches and cookies to be had, and it was time for the girls to go home to get ready for the Bible study that night.
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- Jan 8, 2009
"Nicole! What are you doing!?" Sister Elinor yelled aloud, drawing the attention of those remaining in the hall - all of the guests having parted save for one.
Ontop of whose massive shoulders the guilty blonde was riding. "I'm directing!" She exclaimed, though careful not to bounce too hard as Johnathan carefully navigated the steps downwards, milk barrel in hands. A fifty-five gallon drum, it weighed more than any three girls in the room, and it typically took half a dozen of them to move.
A thickly muscled boy, Johnathan was not quite seven and a half feet tall without his boots - a giant that had little trouble getting any sort of attention. His slight olive complexion and dark brown eyes were framed by his still-young face, and he let his long, copper-brown hair run wild. His sweatshorts did not do much to hide his excitement - they never did - despite his efforts to tape it down.
The sisters were split on allowing an atheist - much less a male one - so much access to the girls. The older ones simply believed him to be trouble, while the younger ones proclaimed that allowing him to go unsaved would be a stain upon their souls.
The milk was specifically reserved for after the guests had left, particularly for the catgirls among them. Johnathan had added his own special gift to it, of course - several times - but the nekojin-milk he had was still driving his erection like he had never before experienced. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal and there was no hiding it from the pureblood humans, much less the others. Fortunately, the older sisters were no longer present.
Slowly, he sauntered over and set it atop the stand, several girls already waiting with cups in hand. Almost immediately, Nicole started bouncing more vigorously now that she had no worry of his balance, gesticulating wildly. "Ooh ooh! Melody! Harmony!"
Johnathan sighed, chuckling slightly as he wandered over to the pair he was most obviously interested in - not that he'd turn down any girl in the room - but every step stretched his shorts a dram further, the visage of their perfect curves impossible to hide.
Ontop of whose massive shoulders the guilty blonde was riding. "I'm directing!" She exclaimed, though careful not to bounce too hard as Johnathan carefully navigated the steps downwards, milk barrel in hands. A fifty-five gallon drum, it weighed more than any three girls in the room, and it typically took half a dozen of them to move.
A thickly muscled boy, Johnathan was not quite seven and a half feet tall without his boots - a giant that had little trouble getting any sort of attention. His slight olive complexion and dark brown eyes were framed by his still-young face, and he let his long, copper-brown hair run wild. His sweatshorts did not do much to hide his excitement - they never did - despite his efforts to tape it down.
The sisters were split on allowing an atheist - much less a male one - so much access to the girls. The older ones simply believed him to be trouble, while the younger ones proclaimed that allowing him to go unsaved would be a stain upon their souls.
The milk was specifically reserved for after the guests had left, particularly for the catgirls among them. Johnathan had added his own special gift to it, of course - several times - but the nekojin-milk he had was still driving his erection like he had never before experienced. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal and there was no hiding it from the pureblood humans, much less the others. Fortunately, the older sisters were no longer present.
Slowly, he sauntered over and set it atop the stand, several girls already waiting with cups in hand. Almost immediately, Nicole started bouncing more vigorously now that she had no worry of his balance, gesticulating wildly. "Ooh ooh! Melody! Harmony!"
Johnathan sighed, chuckling slightly as he wandered over to the pair he was most obviously interested in - not that he'd turn down any girl in the room - but every step stretched his shorts a dram further, the visage of their perfect curves impossible to hide.
Sister Uma had definite thoughts on the matter of allowing the young man among the girls. For one thing, the twenty-year old nun thought he was quite handy to have around, lugging things for the sisters without any sort of effort, and an extremely strong, strapping helper around the place who didn’t want to get paid for it was a valuable asset in an all-female environment. Second, he was just as deserving of the sisters’ grace and efforts at conversion as any unbeliever, perhaps more so, as she could sense he had potential for God’s kingdom.
She watched with mild disapproval as Nicole rode the young man’s broad shoulders, but said nothing. Sister Elinor usually said everything there was that needed to be said, anyway. She certainly didn’t object to having Johnathan heft the fifty-gallon milk drum into the room for them, and she surreptitiously rubbed her back at the memory of the last time she had tried it with a couple of other nuns. Only, she worried that the silly, squirmy girl straddling Johnathan’s shoulders would fall off from all that wriggling. And all that girlish enthusiasm, ripe rounded flesh jiggling with each bounce-- a very good thing the other young men were not there to ogle at this spectacle!
Melody and Harmony, both of whom had started to serve the milk to the catgirls, watched with nearly identical expressions as Johnathan approached them with his excited burden. Jaws slightly dropped, soft full lips parted, large blue eyes faintly dazed as they craned their necks back, back, to look up at their schoolmate perched dizzyingly atop the young muscled giant.
“Be careful, Nicky!” Melody cautioned. If Nicole bounced any higher, her head would hit the ceiling, which was thankfully higher than the standard ceiling. She winced at the thought of the seven-foot drop, but she really wasn’t worried about Nicole falling off because Nicole’s shapely thighs were clamped pretty tight around Johnathan’s head. “Would you like to come down and drink your milk?” She smiled up at Johnathan. “And would you like some too?”
Her voice and gaze faltered a little, eyes widening automatically as they got tangled in the view on the way up. At five-three, she was a good two feet shorter than him, so it was nearly impossible to avoid noticing the large straining bulge in the young man’s sweatshorts a couple of feet below her eye level. Sometimes it was just so hard to try to steer him into conversations meant to explore his beliefs and readiness for conversion, so distracting was his display of aroused maleness. He more than made up for being the only male that seemed to have gained approval to be around the girls through sheer masculinity, strength, and--and size--
Watching Johnathan and Nicole with wide eyes, and totally unaware of the added ingredient, Hope and Joy, like all the other catgirls, were drinking their milk with single-minded enjoyment, limpid brown eyes swimming in pleasure, silky ears perked and twitching as the liquid went down. Some of them might have noticed the odd taste, but it was not so unpleasant as to be rejected, and in fact a few commented how much better it tasted--- the faint flavor was an improvement, whatever it was, Hope declared. The human girls were drinking too, but quite distracted by the potent scent of Johnathan’s arousal to notice that it had something to do with the flavor of the milk. After sniffing hers suspiciously, Sister Uma shrugged and drank half of it down in one gulp.
Most of the choir girls were set on converting the atheist, and had taken on the challenge of their new ‘project’, refusing to give up on a ‘lost cause’ which some of the nuns had insisted he was. And frankly, whatever those same nuns declared, the girls seemed to want to do the opposite.
After taking a long appreciative sip of the milk, Harmony bent her angelic gaze on Johnathan, a warm inviting smile brightening her dainty features. “You’re coming to Bible study tonight, aren’t you, Johnathan? We were going to discuss so many interesting things that you might like to hear. Did you have any questions about the faith?” She suspected the atheist didn’t, but she went on blithely anyway. “We’d love to answer them for you!”
She watched with mild disapproval as Nicole rode the young man’s broad shoulders, but said nothing. Sister Elinor usually said everything there was that needed to be said, anyway. She certainly didn’t object to having Johnathan heft the fifty-gallon milk drum into the room for them, and she surreptitiously rubbed her back at the memory of the last time she had tried it with a couple of other nuns. Only, she worried that the silly, squirmy girl straddling Johnathan’s shoulders would fall off from all that wriggling. And all that girlish enthusiasm, ripe rounded flesh jiggling with each bounce-- a very good thing the other young men were not there to ogle at this spectacle!
Melody and Harmony, both of whom had started to serve the milk to the catgirls, watched with nearly identical expressions as Johnathan approached them with his excited burden. Jaws slightly dropped, soft full lips parted, large blue eyes faintly dazed as they craned their necks back, back, to look up at their schoolmate perched dizzyingly atop the young muscled giant.
“Be careful, Nicky!” Melody cautioned. If Nicole bounced any higher, her head would hit the ceiling, which was thankfully higher than the standard ceiling. She winced at the thought of the seven-foot drop, but she really wasn’t worried about Nicole falling off because Nicole’s shapely thighs were clamped pretty tight around Johnathan’s head. “Would you like to come down and drink your milk?” She smiled up at Johnathan. “And would you like some too?”
Her voice and gaze faltered a little, eyes widening automatically as they got tangled in the view on the way up. At five-three, she was a good two feet shorter than him, so it was nearly impossible to avoid noticing the large straining bulge in the young man’s sweatshorts a couple of feet below her eye level. Sometimes it was just so hard to try to steer him into conversations meant to explore his beliefs and readiness for conversion, so distracting was his display of aroused maleness. He more than made up for being the only male that seemed to have gained approval to be around the girls through sheer masculinity, strength, and--and size--
Watching Johnathan and Nicole with wide eyes, and totally unaware of the added ingredient, Hope and Joy, like all the other catgirls, were drinking their milk with single-minded enjoyment, limpid brown eyes swimming in pleasure, silky ears perked and twitching as the liquid went down. Some of them might have noticed the odd taste, but it was not so unpleasant as to be rejected, and in fact a few commented how much better it tasted--- the faint flavor was an improvement, whatever it was, Hope declared. The human girls were drinking too, but quite distracted by the potent scent of Johnathan’s arousal to notice that it had something to do with the flavor of the milk. After sniffing hers suspiciously, Sister Uma shrugged and drank half of it down in one gulp.
Most of the choir girls were set on converting the atheist, and had taken on the challenge of their new ‘project’, refusing to give up on a ‘lost cause’ which some of the nuns had insisted he was. And frankly, whatever those same nuns declared, the girls seemed to want to do the opposite.
After taking a long appreciative sip of the milk, Harmony bent her angelic gaze on Johnathan, a warm inviting smile brightening her dainty features. “You’re coming to Bible study tonight, aren’t you, Johnathan? We were going to discuss so many interesting things that you might like to hear. Did you have any questions about the faith?” She suspected the atheist didn’t, but she went on blithely anyway. “We’d love to answer them for you!”
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The sight of Laura and Chastity licking the milk off of each other transfixed Johnathan's gaze for quite some time, barely wholesome as it was. Half-innocent licking about each others lips quickly devolved into locked lips, with Faith and Caroline following suit.
Elinor held that God's word did not speak of what two women could do to each other, so long as it was born of love and did not despoil themselves for their future husband. This was a private view, of course, but most of the girls knew of it. Her open contempt for the concept of complete equality between the sexes gave her a level of political clout within the Church unheard of for a nun, much less one of her age, but her arguments were persuasive and widely listened to in this modern age. She didn't mind that Johnathon saw - the girls knew who was open minded and who was not, and were careful observers.
Upon being reminded of the milk, Nicole bounced again, looking about. Spying Deirdre handing out glasses from a platter, the blonde cried out. "Deirdre! Gimme!" Leaning backwards shamelessly until she was upside down, causing Johnathan a moment of shock and grabbing her legs instinctively even as she crossed them for added support.
"Nicole!" Elinor cried out - both at the spectacle and grabbing two of Dierdre's glasses as she lifted herself back up, carefully twisting her hands and not spilling a drop. "I'm fine, see!" She replied, gaining only a "Hmph" from the nun.
The boy sighed a bit. "Err... I've had my fill already, thank you. I'm just happy to help." The bulge in his shorts flexed and bobbed under the attention of the girls - then snapping free of its tape as he saw Virginia arch her back in such a perfect posture to try to lick the last of the milk out of her glass.
"The point goes to Virginia." Stephanie whispered to Daisy and Molly as his erection was fully revealed, making them giggle slightly. The sight of nearly a hundred transfixed eyes on his girth did nothing to help the situation, and as the top of his shorts spread, a number of the girls saw the wisdom in Nicole's riding him, as she rested an arm on his head and looked down on him with some innocence.
At the mention of Bible study, Nicole screamed. "Yes!" She blushed. "Bible Study! You can carry me!"
Elinor slapped her forehead, knowing that was coming.
Johnathan stammered a bit. "Er, I thought paren-"
The violet-haired nun cut him off. "The Sisters' parents are out of town. Penelope and Melissa will be chaperoning in their stead. And of course, Uma and I will be there too. There's no want for room in their house, Johnathan." She smiled.
"Err... yes, of course. Theirs is the mansion at the end of the street, right?"
"That's Cherry's house. Ours is across from hers - we just walk over her property because there's no connecting road-"
"Stick to the path!" Cherry exclaimed, somewhat flabbergasted, not wanting to think of the footprints the man would leave in her parent's lawn.
Downing the last of the milk in her second glass, Nicole leaned back to hand them to an already waiting Deirdre. As the last of the milk was being finished off, many of the girls had already taken to cleaning up before their miniature exodus.
Elinor held that God's word did not speak of what two women could do to each other, so long as it was born of love and did not despoil themselves for their future husband. This was a private view, of course, but most of the girls knew of it. Her open contempt for the concept of complete equality between the sexes gave her a level of political clout within the Church unheard of for a nun, much less one of her age, but her arguments were persuasive and widely listened to in this modern age. She didn't mind that Johnathon saw - the girls knew who was open minded and who was not, and were careful observers.
Upon being reminded of the milk, Nicole bounced again, looking about. Spying Deirdre handing out glasses from a platter, the blonde cried out. "Deirdre! Gimme!" Leaning backwards shamelessly until she was upside down, causing Johnathan a moment of shock and grabbing her legs instinctively even as she crossed them for added support.
"Nicole!" Elinor cried out - both at the spectacle and grabbing two of Dierdre's glasses as she lifted herself back up, carefully twisting her hands and not spilling a drop. "I'm fine, see!" She replied, gaining only a "Hmph" from the nun.
The boy sighed a bit. "Err... I've had my fill already, thank you. I'm just happy to help." The bulge in his shorts flexed and bobbed under the attention of the girls - then snapping free of its tape as he saw Virginia arch her back in such a perfect posture to try to lick the last of the milk out of her glass.
"The point goes to Virginia." Stephanie whispered to Daisy and Molly as his erection was fully revealed, making them giggle slightly. The sight of nearly a hundred transfixed eyes on his girth did nothing to help the situation, and as the top of his shorts spread, a number of the girls saw the wisdom in Nicole's riding him, as she rested an arm on his head and looked down on him with some innocence.
At the mention of Bible study, Nicole screamed. "Yes!" She blushed. "Bible Study! You can carry me!"
Elinor slapped her forehead, knowing that was coming.
Johnathan stammered a bit. "Er, I thought paren-"
The violet-haired nun cut him off. "The Sisters' parents are out of town. Penelope and Melissa will be chaperoning in their stead. And of course, Uma and I will be there too. There's no want for room in their house, Johnathan." She smiled.
"Err... yes, of course. Theirs is the mansion at the end of the street, right?"
"That's Cherry's house. Ours is across from hers - we just walk over her property because there's no connecting road-"
"Stick to the path!" Cherry exclaimed, somewhat flabbergasted, not wanting to think of the footprints the man would leave in her parent's lawn.
Downing the last of the milk in her second glass, Nicole leaned back to hand them to an already waiting Deirdre. As the last of the milk was being finished off, many of the girls had already taken to cleaning up before their miniature exodus.
The path to the rainbow quintuplets’ house that night was well-trodden, and curious neighbors (including Peter with his high-powered binoculars behind his bedroom blinds) would see the girls of St. Margaret’s Choir flouncing prettily up the long, beautifully manicured driveway to the front door, where they were met by at least one of their hostesses.
Elizabeth, Keira and Suzanne spread kisses and hugs all around after handing over their contribution to the refreshments, which was a tray of chocolate-covered madeleines and bags of cheese puffs. Now that they were no longer confined to their school uniforms, the Morris triplets indulged in their fondness for short skirts in various plaid patterns, long shapely legs sprouting down from under and tight half-shirts that seemed barely able to contain taut silky mounds of flesh, while leaving a wide, flat, creamy strip of abdomen exposed. Keira had already opened a bag of cheese puffs and was munching away, leaving crumbs all over her lips and in between the bursting cleavage displayed by the low neck of her shirt.
Daisy and Victoria were cousins from across town, and they favored very short shorts and dainty halter tops with tropical flower print, their long locks bound up in ponytails that bounced with the same eagerness as the rest of their bodies did with in every step. With them was the foreign exchange student from Japan who lived with them that year, Chiasa, all smiles and curves that seemed to want to escape the intriguingly sleek little outfit she wore, which seemed to be composed mainly of transparent material and black straps of silk that barely covered the tips of her breasts and strategically placed (almost misplaced) over the enticing triangle at the apex of her miles-long legs. She had brought sushi with her (no raw fish), and dispensed her nearly perfect English interspersed with graceful Japanese in her sweet voice.
More of the girls were walking up the driveway outside, and on the long driveway up, Penelope, the twenty-one year old chaperon assigned to keep watch over the girls that night, was just getting out of her car when she glanced over her shoulder, and caught sight of the brawny, wild-haired giant walking up the path and accompanied by a half-dozen girls. Next to his impressive height, the girls seemed like bouncy little bunnies vying for his attention. Nicole, Elsa, Aiko, Gretchen, Fiona, and Neahle thought they were being good by doing their duty as his guard, making sure he made it to the house and to the Bible study. With Nicole perched on his shoulders once again, ‘directing’and bobbing excitedly as they neared the house, and girls pressing and rubbing up all around him, he could hardly escape his fate.
“Bible study is really fun,” Fiona assured him, little ears twitching in anticipation through her dark blue hair. “We learn so much. I’ve just memorized all the books of the Old and New Testament last week.”
Penelope adjusted her glasses, large green eyes appreciatively surveying this young tower of manhood. It wasn’t very often that she encountered something so deliciously male as this boy. Who was she kidding? Next to this enormous paragon, every other man she had met seemed--- lacking. As her gaze traveled leisurely over him, resting finally on those shorts that were stretched by an unbelievably long, thick bulge, she smiled and flicked a soft strand of pink hair from her face with her fingers in an invitingly feminine gesture.
“Hello there,” she greeted. “You must be Johnathan that everyone is talking about.”
Johnathan was squeezed through the door and led into the living room, which would have to be large to accommodate all the choir girls, their chaperons and the Sisters, and now their enormous guest--and it was. Whoever couldn’t find a seat on the various sofas and chairs could always sit on the thick carpet, but Johnathan was treated to a seat on the large white leather sofa, while more girls fussed over him and managed to crowd him on a seat that could have safely held four. As it was, the massive young man and a gaggle of nurturing girls making sure he was ‘comfortable’made the sofa creak alarmingly under them.
“I’m sitting there,” Rika complained as she jostled Stephanie for a seat on his lap. While they elbowed each other, Melody slid in and perched herself on Johnathan’s right thigh, smiling up at her annoyed choir mates with an angelic smile. As she squirmed to make her bottom more comfortable on his long, hard thigh, Harmony snatched his other thigh, while Suzanne snuck in between his legs to sit on the floor. Somewhere in all that jostling for his lap, Stephanie got squeezed between Melody and Harmony and straddled him snugly, her short skirt scrunching up her thighs as she settled down over his large, perpetually hard erection, wriggling her ass on him to get comfortable. There was plenty of room on that amazingly spacious lap of his for the three girls, plus Nicole on her favorite spot astride his shoulders. Pouting, Rika had to be content to sit next to him and flounced down on the sofa.
“You can read our Bibles better this way,” Melody whispered to him, beaming, innocently turning to him with her opened Bible, thus bringing her bosom, ready to burst from her white halter top and rubbing up against his massive chest. She crossed one long, silky bare leg over the other, causing her skirt to inch further up her thighs. Her pleasure at finally having Johnathan as a sort of captive reader of the Word was evident, as was Harmony’s. They smiled knowingly at each other. They knew many of Johnathan’s views on things from numerous debates with him, and that night they meant to do their best to convince him to follow the path of God.
Sister Uma, sitting next to Sister Elinor, smiled in benign approval. Now that their atheist was here and apparently well-cornered by her girls and their Bibles, they could finally begin exposing him to the word of God.
“All right, shall we begin now that you’re all here? Let us pray.” She bent her head and murmured her customary invocation as all heads followed suit and bent reverentially.
Then she looked up and opened her Bible, turning to Johnathan as she did so. “We’ve been studying what the Bible says about marriage and woman’s relationships to man in various forms. What are your views on marriage, Johnathan? Do you know what the Bible says about it?”
Elizabeth, Keira and Suzanne spread kisses and hugs all around after handing over their contribution to the refreshments, which was a tray of chocolate-covered madeleines and bags of cheese puffs. Now that they were no longer confined to their school uniforms, the Morris triplets indulged in their fondness for short skirts in various plaid patterns, long shapely legs sprouting down from under and tight half-shirts that seemed barely able to contain taut silky mounds of flesh, while leaving a wide, flat, creamy strip of abdomen exposed. Keira had already opened a bag of cheese puffs and was munching away, leaving crumbs all over her lips and in between the bursting cleavage displayed by the low neck of her shirt.
Daisy and Victoria were cousins from across town, and they favored very short shorts and dainty halter tops with tropical flower print, their long locks bound up in ponytails that bounced with the same eagerness as the rest of their bodies did with in every step. With them was the foreign exchange student from Japan who lived with them that year, Chiasa, all smiles and curves that seemed to want to escape the intriguingly sleek little outfit she wore, which seemed to be composed mainly of transparent material and black straps of silk that barely covered the tips of her breasts and strategically placed (almost misplaced) over the enticing triangle at the apex of her miles-long legs. She had brought sushi with her (no raw fish), and dispensed her nearly perfect English interspersed with graceful Japanese in her sweet voice.
More of the girls were walking up the driveway outside, and on the long driveway up, Penelope, the twenty-one year old chaperon assigned to keep watch over the girls that night, was just getting out of her car when she glanced over her shoulder, and caught sight of the brawny, wild-haired giant walking up the path and accompanied by a half-dozen girls. Next to his impressive height, the girls seemed like bouncy little bunnies vying for his attention. Nicole, Elsa, Aiko, Gretchen, Fiona, and Neahle thought they were being good by doing their duty as his guard, making sure he made it to the house and to the Bible study. With Nicole perched on his shoulders once again, ‘directing’and bobbing excitedly as they neared the house, and girls pressing and rubbing up all around him, he could hardly escape his fate.
“Bible study is really fun,” Fiona assured him, little ears twitching in anticipation through her dark blue hair. “We learn so much. I’ve just memorized all the books of the Old and New Testament last week.”
Penelope adjusted her glasses, large green eyes appreciatively surveying this young tower of manhood. It wasn’t very often that she encountered something so deliciously male as this boy. Who was she kidding? Next to this enormous paragon, every other man she had met seemed--- lacking. As her gaze traveled leisurely over him, resting finally on those shorts that were stretched by an unbelievably long, thick bulge, she smiled and flicked a soft strand of pink hair from her face with her fingers in an invitingly feminine gesture.
“Hello there,” she greeted. “You must be Johnathan that everyone is talking about.”
Johnathan was squeezed through the door and led into the living room, which would have to be large to accommodate all the choir girls, their chaperons and the Sisters, and now their enormous guest--and it was. Whoever couldn’t find a seat on the various sofas and chairs could always sit on the thick carpet, but Johnathan was treated to a seat on the large white leather sofa, while more girls fussed over him and managed to crowd him on a seat that could have safely held four. As it was, the massive young man and a gaggle of nurturing girls making sure he was ‘comfortable’made the sofa creak alarmingly under them.
“I’m sitting there,” Rika complained as she jostled Stephanie for a seat on his lap. While they elbowed each other, Melody slid in and perched herself on Johnathan’s right thigh, smiling up at her annoyed choir mates with an angelic smile. As she squirmed to make her bottom more comfortable on his long, hard thigh, Harmony snatched his other thigh, while Suzanne snuck in between his legs to sit on the floor. Somewhere in all that jostling for his lap, Stephanie got squeezed between Melody and Harmony and straddled him snugly, her short skirt scrunching up her thighs as she settled down over his large, perpetually hard erection, wriggling her ass on him to get comfortable. There was plenty of room on that amazingly spacious lap of his for the three girls, plus Nicole on her favorite spot astride his shoulders. Pouting, Rika had to be content to sit next to him and flounced down on the sofa.
“You can read our Bibles better this way,” Melody whispered to him, beaming, innocently turning to him with her opened Bible, thus bringing her bosom, ready to burst from her white halter top and rubbing up against his massive chest. She crossed one long, silky bare leg over the other, causing her skirt to inch further up her thighs. Her pleasure at finally having Johnathan as a sort of captive reader of the Word was evident, as was Harmony’s. They smiled knowingly at each other. They knew many of Johnathan’s views on things from numerous debates with him, and that night they meant to do their best to convince him to follow the path of God.
Sister Uma, sitting next to Sister Elinor, smiled in benign approval. Now that their atheist was here and apparently well-cornered by her girls and their Bibles, they could finally begin exposing him to the word of God.
“All right, shall we begin now that you’re all here? Let us pray.” She bent her head and murmured her customary invocation as all heads followed suit and bent reverentially.
Then she looked up and opened her Bible, turning to Johnathan as she did so. “We’ve been studying what the Bible says about marriage and woman’s relationships to man in various forms. What are your views on marriage, Johnathan? Do you know what the Bible says about it?”
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"All of them?" The woman's voice was one of utter disbelief.
Melissa nodded uselessly. "They're in the driveway now, but... yes. They're looking at him like he's their next meal and they haven't eaten in weeks." She smiled and waved down at the girls from the balcony.
"Greedy fucker. Clever fucker-"
"-he's going to be doing a lot of that." the brunette interjected with a smirk.
"Shut up. How did he-nevermind." The woman paused.
"Ma'am?" Melissa inquired.
"We could have done worse. We'll need to get them all somewhere secluded for a few months so the normal girls behave. I'll have the yacht prepared for them to go to Tonalahu instead. Make up some clerical error for the camping trip. And make sure he comes along."
"Yes ma'am. Shall I call the others?" She arched her back slightly, stretching a bit.
"Yes, please. I'd rather not deal with Cherry's mother gloating. Yes, she wins the bet, I'll have it ready on my return - it will be next month since apparently I need to occupy the hubby for a week. Ask Mrs. Juanvierre about the new equipment. We'll need... enough. Be sure to bring Simone along - it'll be awhile and you'll all need someone to look after your health."
Melissa nodded, again uselessly. "Right away, ma'am. Anything else?" She watched Penelope as she ogled the boy.
"You're going to have to arrange for him to relieve himself often, and starting soon. If he holds that erection too long he is going to get damaged and that would be a catastrophe. Have him rotate through the catgirls - that should be the safest route."
The brunette swallowed. "Err - how much is he going to make?"
"Given enough fluids, and considering his size, he's probably capable of producing a bit over a tun a day. Get used to the sound of your swallowing - you'll be doing a lot of it. I hope you weren't really expecting to save your virginity for Kevin. Thank you for calling me right away. Give me an update tomorrow." *CLICK*
She stared at her cell for a time. For all she was told about these scenarios, Kevin would be lucky if he got to touch her again. Stupid boys wrecking plans. She bit her lip, already dialing another number as she walked back into the house, turning to her room to get changed into something... 'less' appropriate.
Well, there was plenty for Johnathan to help move.
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Johnathan excused himself to the restroom for a moment before they left, allowing him to dispose of his underwear and tape. There was really no point in trying to hide his excitement, just in relieving the discomfort. The catgirls were eying him like fresh meat, and only Cherry seemed to have any clue what was going on. She helped make sure the other catgirls did not get 'inappropriately close' to Johnathan, at least not in public.
He carried Neahle and Aiko along the way to the study - one in each arm and Nicole bouncing between them, sometimes cracking jokes about their size and lack of weight.
He let them both down at the driveway, Nicole refusing to leave him. He offered Penelope a handshake, making sure to 'accidentally' brush her hand against his heated bulge, repeatedly, leaving her hand just on top of it as he let go. "Yes, a pleasure to meet you. Who might you be?"
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Johnathan oophed as Stephanie squeezed herself over his girth with questionable innocence, his shorts spread so far in front of him that the only thing separating her sex and his was her thong. That did little to help matters, and an audible tear could be heard as his shorts began to give under the strain of his phallus. Rika plopped down on his left hand, and he adjusted himself more appropriately, glancing at her tentatively as his middle finger gently rubbed at her outer labia through her panties. Stephanie's hands rested casually around his phallus. Neahle took his right side, wrapping his arm around her like she was putting on a seat belt.
He was certainly distracted when Uma asked her question. "Well, when a man wants a woman, he pays her father fifty shekels of silver. Can buy as many as he can afford."
Melissa nodded uselessly. "They're in the driveway now, but... yes. They're looking at him like he's their next meal and they haven't eaten in weeks." She smiled and waved down at the girls from the balcony.
"Greedy fucker. Clever fucker-"
"-he's going to be doing a lot of that." the brunette interjected with a smirk.
"Shut up. How did he-nevermind." The woman paused.
"Ma'am?" Melissa inquired.
"We could have done worse. We'll need to get them all somewhere secluded for a few months so the normal girls behave. I'll have the yacht prepared for them to go to Tonalahu instead. Make up some clerical error for the camping trip. And make sure he comes along."
"Yes ma'am. Shall I call the others?" She arched her back slightly, stretching a bit.
"Yes, please. I'd rather not deal with Cherry's mother gloating. Yes, she wins the bet, I'll have it ready on my return - it will be next month since apparently I need to occupy the hubby for a week. Ask Mrs. Juanvierre about the new equipment. We'll need... enough. Be sure to bring Simone along - it'll be awhile and you'll all need someone to look after your health."
Melissa nodded, again uselessly. "Right away, ma'am. Anything else?" She watched Penelope as she ogled the boy.
"You're going to have to arrange for him to relieve himself often, and starting soon. If he holds that erection too long he is going to get damaged and that would be a catastrophe. Have him rotate through the catgirls - that should be the safest route."
The brunette swallowed. "Err - how much is he going to make?"
"Given enough fluids, and considering his size, he's probably capable of producing a bit over a tun a day. Get used to the sound of your swallowing - you'll be doing a lot of it. I hope you weren't really expecting to save your virginity for Kevin. Thank you for calling me right away. Give me an update tomorrow." *CLICK*
She stared at her cell for a time. For all she was told about these scenarios, Kevin would be lucky if he got to touch her again. Stupid boys wrecking plans. She bit her lip, already dialing another number as she walked back into the house, turning to her room to get changed into something... 'less' appropriate.
Well, there was plenty for Johnathan to help move.
----
Johnathan excused himself to the restroom for a moment before they left, allowing him to dispose of his underwear and tape. There was really no point in trying to hide his excitement, just in relieving the discomfort. The catgirls were eying him like fresh meat, and only Cherry seemed to have any clue what was going on. She helped make sure the other catgirls did not get 'inappropriately close' to Johnathan, at least not in public.
He carried Neahle and Aiko along the way to the study - one in each arm and Nicole bouncing between them, sometimes cracking jokes about their size and lack of weight.
He let them both down at the driveway, Nicole refusing to leave him. He offered Penelope a handshake, making sure to 'accidentally' brush her hand against his heated bulge, repeatedly, leaving her hand just on top of it as he let go. "Yes, a pleasure to meet you. Who might you be?"
----
Johnathan oophed as Stephanie squeezed herself over his girth with questionable innocence, his shorts spread so far in front of him that the only thing separating her sex and his was her thong. That did little to help matters, and an audible tear could be heard as his shorts began to give under the strain of his phallus. Rika plopped down on his left hand, and he adjusted himself more appropriately, glancing at her tentatively as his middle finger gently rubbed at her outer labia through her panties. Stephanie's hands rested casually around his phallus. Neahle took his right side, wrapping his arm around her like she was putting on a seat belt.
He was certainly distracted when Uma asked her question. "Well, when a man wants a woman, he pays her father fifty shekels of silver. Can buy as many as he can afford."
“I’m Penelope,” the older woman replied with a hint of a purr in her voice as her fingers grazed the large, hot bulk of engorged flesh that expanded his shorts beyond its capacity and strained to escape his waistband. “I watch the girls to make sure they don’t get into trouble. They’re sweet, silly little sheep, you see.”
The admiring appraisal of luminous green eyes slid over him, the look of a woman who very much liked what she saw--- and felt--- and begged the question of who watched her to keep her out of trouble. Her fingers slowly stroked the long, taut ridge up to the head that struggled to peek out of his shorts, and gave a little squeeze before reluctantly letting go. There was no denying the smothering press of soft feminine curves around their object of newly awakened loyalty as they swept him inside the house.
~*~*~*~
The sofa creaked again. Rika’s trembling thighs formed a soft firm tunnel around Johnathan’s hand, and she was biting her lower lip to suppress the little whimpers that wanted to come out. Somehow, her small hand squeezed in between the tangle of satin and silky skin of a set of girly asses vying for space on his lap. Her fingers curled around the meaty inside of his phenomenally long thigh right under his shorts, fingertips massaging and fingernails grazing and straining to reach that thick, swollen pole that she and most of the girls had watched in action while they drank the milk.
But his cock was already busy between Stephanie’s honey-slickened thighs as she squirmed against him and squeezed her hands around his phallus. Like Rika, she was trying to bite off the little sounds she was making, but the more she squirmed, the more her honey flowed as the head of his hot shaft stroked and nestled between her swelling petals, the thong digging deeper into her tight folds and adding to the stimulation.
Melody and Harmony found it difficult to concentrate knowing what Johnathan was doing to Stephanie, and with the combination of Stephanie wriggling between them, her ripe firm flesh rubbing theirs and Johnathan’s rippling thigh digging up into their nearly naked asses and pussies, they couldn’t help being just as aroused as both Rika and Stephanie. It also didn’t help when Stephanie started kissing Harmony on the lips, brief little kisses that deepened the longer Johnathan’s erection extended, if that were possible. Neahle, snuggled tight against him on his other side in the circle of his arm, surreptitiously moved his hand higher until he was cupping the curvy underside of a heavy, throbbing breast.
Sister Uma looked on suspiciously as many of the human girls crowding around Johnathan on the sofa (there must have been at least ten snuggled all around him by now, while the catgirls kept a prudent distance) tried to stifle knowing giggles. With all those girls piling up on the boy, she almost couldn’t distinguish the girls’ usual cuddling among themselves and their sweet sisterly kisses from actual naughty contact. Almost. And yet, she found that what she was feeling was not so much disapproval as envy, and wishing she could squeeze herself in there with them on his overcrowded lap...
"Well, when a man wants a woman, he pays her father fifty shekels of silver. Can buy as many as he can afford."
“Where... what...?”
Johnathan’s answer caused a ripple of confusion among the girls. Bible pages were turned, and passages hurriedly searched. Melody and Harmony already knew Johnathan’s views and nodded, Harmony in between kisses with Stephanie.
Sister Uma shook herself and took a deep breath. “That’s an interesting view, Johnathan. As many as he can afford, hmm? Can you please tell us the basis of this belief? On what passages of scripture do you base your claim?”
Sitting across from Johnathan in an armchair, Penelope was smiling with a mischievous light in her eyes. She crossed her long sinuous legs, giving him a good peek of the curve of her ass under her skirt, and flipped pages in her Bible.
“Well, it does say right here, in Deuteronomy 22, verse 29, that a man must pay fifty shekels to the father and marry her.” Slowly, seemingly absently, her index finger teased down the deep valley between her large breasts as she read the verse out loud. “And don’t forget, Kind David himself took many wives... was even allowed to keep one he had stolen from one of his men without suffering the penalty of death. There was Michal, and Ahinoam, and Abigail, and Bathsheba...”
Catherine pushed her glasses and wrinkled her nose. “But David was a king... he pretty much did what he wanted, even if it wasn’t the best thing to do. And look where taking Bathsheba got him. He lost the baby they had.”
“But he should have been killed for all that,” Sienna, one of the human girls who was quite fervent about converting Johnathan, leaned forward and spoke earnestly. “Murder, adultery... the average Israelite would have lost his head. But David didn’t. Do you think that was fair? Obviously God thought it was, and what’s more, he also allowed David to keep all his wives.”
“And there was King Solomon with all his wives, all one thousand of them,” Amanda piped up from where she sat on the floor, tucking a lock of her white-blond hair behind her ear as she leaned across Johnathan’s legs to look at Catherine. Whether by accident or not, her left breast squashed against the side of his long hard calf and stayed there as she leaned against him, while her fingers stroked up and down his calf as if it were some huge phallic symbol. The fact that Catherine, her arch rival for the top spot in the class, was arguing against it spurred her on to agree with Sienna and Penelope. “And the kingdom prospered under his reign during that time. So God didn’t mind at all, did he? So why would he mind it now?”
Sister Uma said emphatically, “But remember that the bride price of fifty shekels was required so that the man can prove himself responsible and able to care for her. A man who cannot pay obviously cannot provide adequately, and would not be in obedience to God’s command to love and care for his wife. Of course in our culture and in our time, men are no longer required to pay the price, but the spirit of the law still stands. Deuteronomy 24:5, as well as Ephesians 5:25. ‘Husbands, love your wives.’ To love their wives would be submitting to one of God’s highest laws.”
Chastity had been listening intently to the arguments, small pink ears twitching with interest. She had tried not to look at Johnathan since he had arrived, for when she did she found herself purring without conscious thought, and it was getting difficult not to think about him when he seemed to dominate the room and even the direction of the Bible study. If she thought about it really hard, she would realize it had started after drinking the milk at the chapel...
At Sister Uma’s statements, Chastity nodded, then fixed innocent blue eyes on Johnathan. “Would you be able to love every girl in this room, Johnathan?”
Caroline tilted her head to one side, silvery ears perked as she took in Johnathan’s bundle of human girls on his lap. Her smile was teasing as she purred, “If you can afford to pay fifty shekels for each of those wives like Solomon, would you be able to love them all? All one thousand of them? “
The admiring appraisal of luminous green eyes slid over him, the look of a woman who very much liked what she saw--- and felt--- and begged the question of who watched her to keep her out of trouble. Her fingers slowly stroked the long, taut ridge up to the head that struggled to peek out of his shorts, and gave a little squeeze before reluctantly letting go. There was no denying the smothering press of soft feminine curves around their object of newly awakened loyalty as they swept him inside the house.
~*~*~*~
The sofa creaked again. Rika’s trembling thighs formed a soft firm tunnel around Johnathan’s hand, and she was biting her lower lip to suppress the little whimpers that wanted to come out. Somehow, her small hand squeezed in between the tangle of satin and silky skin of a set of girly asses vying for space on his lap. Her fingers curled around the meaty inside of his phenomenally long thigh right under his shorts, fingertips massaging and fingernails grazing and straining to reach that thick, swollen pole that she and most of the girls had watched in action while they drank the milk.
But his cock was already busy between Stephanie’s honey-slickened thighs as she squirmed against him and squeezed her hands around his phallus. Like Rika, she was trying to bite off the little sounds she was making, but the more she squirmed, the more her honey flowed as the head of his hot shaft stroked and nestled between her swelling petals, the thong digging deeper into her tight folds and adding to the stimulation.
Melody and Harmony found it difficult to concentrate knowing what Johnathan was doing to Stephanie, and with the combination of Stephanie wriggling between them, her ripe firm flesh rubbing theirs and Johnathan’s rippling thigh digging up into their nearly naked asses and pussies, they couldn’t help being just as aroused as both Rika and Stephanie. It also didn’t help when Stephanie started kissing Harmony on the lips, brief little kisses that deepened the longer Johnathan’s erection extended, if that were possible. Neahle, snuggled tight against him on his other side in the circle of his arm, surreptitiously moved his hand higher until he was cupping the curvy underside of a heavy, throbbing breast.
Sister Uma looked on suspiciously as many of the human girls crowding around Johnathan on the sofa (there must have been at least ten snuggled all around him by now, while the catgirls kept a prudent distance) tried to stifle knowing giggles. With all those girls piling up on the boy, she almost couldn’t distinguish the girls’ usual cuddling among themselves and their sweet sisterly kisses from actual naughty contact. Almost. And yet, she found that what she was feeling was not so much disapproval as envy, and wishing she could squeeze herself in there with them on his overcrowded lap...
"Well, when a man wants a woman, he pays her father fifty shekels of silver. Can buy as many as he can afford."
“Where... what...?”
Johnathan’s answer caused a ripple of confusion among the girls. Bible pages were turned, and passages hurriedly searched. Melody and Harmony already knew Johnathan’s views and nodded, Harmony in between kisses with Stephanie.
Sister Uma shook herself and took a deep breath. “That’s an interesting view, Johnathan. As many as he can afford, hmm? Can you please tell us the basis of this belief? On what passages of scripture do you base your claim?”
Sitting across from Johnathan in an armchair, Penelope was smiling with a mischievous light in her eyes. She crossed her long sinuous legs, giving him a good peek of the curve of her ass under her skirt, and flipped pages in her Bible.
“Well, it does say right here, in Deuteronomy 22, verse 29, that a man must pay fifty shekels to the father and marry her.” Slowly, seemingly absently, her index finger teased down the deep valley between her large breasts as she read the verse out loud. “And don’t forget, Kind David himself took many wives... was even allowed to keep one he had stolen from one of his men without suffering the penalty of death. There was Michal, and Ahinoam, and Abigail, and Bathsheba...”
Catherine pushed her glasses and wrinkled her nose. “But David was a king... he pretty much did what he wanted, even if it wasn’t the best thing to do. And look where taking Bathsheba got him. He lost the baby they had.”
“But he should have been killed for all that,” Sienna, one of the human girls who was quite fervent about converting Johnathan, leaned forward and spoke earnestly. “Murder, adultery... the average Israelite would have lost his head. But David didn’t. Do you think that was fair? Obviously God thought it was, and what’s more, he also allowed David to keep all his wives.”
“And there was King Solomon with all his wives, all one thousand of them,” Amanda piped up from where she sat on the floor, tucking a lock of her white-blond hair behind her ear as she leaned across Johnathan’s legs to look at Catherine. Whether by accident or not, her left breast squashed against the side of his long hard calf and stayed there as she leaned against him, while her fingers stroked up and down his calf as if it were some huge phallic symbol. The fact that Catherine, her arch rival for the top spot in the class, was arguing against it spurred her on to agree with Sienna and Penelope. “And the kingdom prospered under his reign during that time. So God didn’t mind at all, did he? So why would he mind it now?”
Sister Uma said emphatically, “But remember that the bride price of fifty shekels was required so that the man can prove himself responsible and able to care for her. A man who cannot pay obviously cannot provide adequately, and would not be in obedience to God’s command to love and care for his wife. Of course in our culture and in our time, men are no longer required to pay the price, but the spirit of the law still stands. Deuteronomy 24:5, as well as Ephesians 5:25. ‘Husbands, love your wives.’ To love their wives would be submitting to one of God’s highest laws.”
Chastity had been listening intently to the arguments, small pink ears twitching with interest. She had tried not to look at Johnathan since he had arrived, for when she did she found herself purring without conscious thought, and it was getting difficult not to think about him when he seemed to dominate the room and even the direction of the Bible study. If she thought about it really hard, she would realize it had started after drinking the milk at the chapel...
At Sister Uma’s statements, Chastity nodded, then fixed innocent blue eyes on Johnathan. “Would you be able to love every girl in this room, Johnathan?”
Caroline tilted her head to one side, silvery ears perked as she took in Johnathan’s bundle of human girls on his lap. Her smile was teasing as she purred, “If you can afford to pay fifty shekels for each of those wives like Solomon, would you be able to love them all? All one thousand of them? “
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"She was practically masturbating him in the driveway, I think she's decided." Melissa commented on Penelope's action as she was going through her wardrobe, finding one of the after-wedding garments she intended to surprise her future husband with. She bit her lip. Love or money? was her first though. What's there to love about Kevin? was her next.
"Well, I can have forty shipped to the yacht - that should be enough to last you until you return, then we can get the rest of them sorted out while we figure out their University needs."
The brunette raised an eyebrow as she was pulling up her panties. "Are we actually going to go through with that? It's not like they need-"
"-after the Birkham-Steinwall Act, we need to keep up appearances. Above and beyond that, there's nothing wrong with each girl having multiple sources of income." Melissa nodded into the phone again, fastening her outfit's excuse for a skirt. "Juggling the acceptance rolls of a hundred schoolgirls is not particularly easy, but we've made precautions for this. Anyway, the equipment will be waiting for you Friday. Happy drinking!" *CLICK*
Cheeky woman. Pausing to replace her top - a piece that hid nothing of the bottom of her cleavage - she slipped it on and looked herself over in the mirror, grooming herself a bit before making her way downstairs, noting Laura's gibbering about how strong he must be to have carried the milk container on his own.
Well well... she smirked to herself.
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â??Would you be able to love every girl in this room, Johnathan?â? â??If you can afford to pay fifty shekels for each of those wives like Solomon, would you be able to love them all? All one thousand of them?â?
Every gentle rub of Stephanie's hands caused his shaft to beat hotter and harder, and, noting Rika's attempted reach, he flexed slightly to allow her hand to reach his girth behind Steph's bottom. The need to answer a question overcame his focus, and by the time his mouth opened, he was already cumming profusely, wetting Stephanie's fingers with his seed, most of the rest pouring over Suzanne's face, breasts and lap.
"Well, I care about each of you on a personal level, in that sense, I already do love each of you, if that is what love means." He said, gently squeezing Neahle's breast, fingertips massaging over her nipple as his molesting of Rika intensified - as did his own release of liquid.
"A thousand, though? I could love a group as a group... I'm not sure I could pay individual attention to so many-"
"-a man is to love his wife - or wives - as a ruler loves his subjects." Elinor cut him off, smiling. "The numbers do not matter, so long as each gets individual attention at some point. But a ruler has many duties, and his subjects are right to understand that."
Johnathan was dumbstruck. He looked, half-accusing, half bemused, between Harmony and Melody.
"Well, I can have forty shipped to the yacht - that should be enough to last you until you return, then we can get the rest of them sorted out while we figure out their University needs."
The brunette raised an eyebrow as she was pulling up her panties. "Are we actually going to go through with that? It's not like they need-"
"-after the Birkham-Steinwall Act, we need to keep up appearances. Above and beyond that, there's nothing wrong with each girl having multiple sources of income." Melissa nodded into the phone again, fastening her outfit's excuse for a skirt. "Juggling the acceptance rolls of a hundred schoolgirls is not particularly easy, but we've made precautions for this. Anyway, the equipment will be waiting for you Friday. Happy drinking!" *CLICK*
Cheeky woman. Pausing to replace her top - a piece that hid nothing of the bottom of her cleavage - she slipped it on and looked herself over in the mirror, grooming herself a bit before making her way downstairs, noting Laura's gibbering about how strong he must be to have carried the milk container on his own.
Well well... she smirked to herself.
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â??Would you be able to love every girl in this room, Johnathan?â? â??If you can afford to pay fifty shekels for each of those wives like Solomon, would you be able to love them all? All one thousand of them?â?
Every gentle rub of Stephanie's hands caused his shaft to beat hotter and harder, and, noting Rika's attempted reach, he flexed slightly to allow her hand to reach his girth behind Steph's bottom. The need to answer a question overcame his focus, and by the time his mouth opened, he was already cumming profusely, wetting Stephanie's fingers with his seed, most of the rest pouring over Suzanne's face, breasts and lap.
"Well, I care about each of you on a personal level, in that sense, I already do love each of you, if that is what love means." He said, gently squeezing Neahle's breast, fingertips massaging over her nipple as his molesting of Rika intensified - as did his own release of liquid.
"A thousand, though? I could love a group as a group... I'm not sure I could pay individual attention to so many-"
"-a man is to love his wife - or wives - as a ruler loves his subjects." Elinor cut him off, smiling. "The numbers do not matter, so long as each gets individual attention at some point. But a ruler has many duties, and his subjects are right to understand that."
Johnathan was dumbstruck. He looked, half-accusing, half bemused, between Harmony and Melody.
Although highly distracted by the potent scent of Johnathan’s cum, and the trembling body of Rika on one side, and Neahle’s arched, purring body on the other under Johnathan’s hand fondling her breast, and Stephanie squirming between them with her hands working on his cock behind her, with Suzanne caught in the powerful jetting spray of his release, Melody and Harmony still managed to note Johnathan’s confused, accusing look. Having worked so long to try to convert him, they weren’t about to let him slip away now. Especially with the potent coursing of Johnathan’s ‘milk’ inside them, already making them even more disposed to hold on to him.
“It may sound crazy, Johnathan, but it’s not,” Melody assured him with a smile, her hand caressing his cheek as her breasts, already tautly swelling and straining against the fabric of her top even more than usual, rubbed and slid against the wriggling Stephanie. “Just surrender to God’s plan, and he’ll enable you to do what you need to love and care for every girl in this room. ‘For nothing is impossible with God.’ Luke 1:37.”
Feeling her fingers get warm and slick with Johnathan’s cum, Stephanie brought one hand up to lick her fingers, fingertip by fingertip, while the other, along with Rika’s, continued to stroke and squeeze and pump around his thick throbbing cock as it pulsed cream all over Suzanne, whose eyes were closed in bliss as she slid her tongue along her lips, licking up cum that dripped down her face and all over her body. She even managed to squeeze in behind Stephanie and lick and suck the tip of his glans with her tongue and the moist circle of her lips, diverting a few spurts of cum into her mouth.
“Why, Johnathan, you look like you can use a drink,” Melissa chuckled as she entered the room, a tall glass of special milk in her hand. Her top coyly covered each pouting nipple while leaving the lower half of each heavy, rounded globe to bounce unhampered, and her ripe hips swayed as she glided across the room to the hot and bothered group on the sofa. She placed the drink on the coffee table in front of Johnathan, then bent down from the waist to peer at Suzanne, hands on her knees, letting Johnathan see much more of her cleavage. “And you look quite smothered and sweaty, Suzie dear."
At this point, Sisters Elinor and Uma looked up from their Bibles long enough to notice how wet Suzanne was. Eyebrows rose and lips parted slightly in shock. There was no telling how much Johnathan produced, but he seemed to keep cumming for so long that it dripped down past Suzanne’s miniskirt and onto her legs. Like Stephanie, she licked her fingers, an unmistakable purr tickling her throat as the cum went down and was immediately absorbed into her blood-stream like a shot of pure sweet glucose. Imperceptibly, the unadulterated cream worked its effects on her, and the temperature in her breasts rose by a few degrees while their curvy dimensions strained just a little more against her off-the-shoulder top.
Melissa held out her hand to Suzanne. "Here, let me help you out of there...”
Reluctantly, Suzanne took Melissa's offered hand and allowed herself to be dragged out from between Johnathan's legs so that she was more or less fully visible to everyone in the room.
The catgirls were thrown into the beginnings of an agitation at the scent of Johnathan’s cum. His ‘milk’ inside them had tuned their senses to his specific taste and scent, and seeing and smelling it on Suzanne and Stephanie had their silky ears twitching, tails swirling sinuously, and kitten purrs erupting all over the room.
One by one, the catgirls, starting with Caroline and Chastity and Virginia, then followed by Hope and Joy and even Catherine, crawled over to Suzanne and started licking cum from her face and down her body. Kitty lips sucked on Suzanne’s long neck, a pink tongue flicking up and down the delicate arched column, while another set of lips sucked on drenched nipples through the wet fabric and the swollen flesh all around it. Another set of tongues licked over her bare abdomen and dipped into her navel with little swirls, while two other girls set about cleaning her long smooth legs thoroughly with long licks, nudging and purring and licking into the damp niche between her soft thighs until Suzanne moaned and shuddered and arched between Johnathan’s legs.
“What on earth--?” Elinor began, her suspicions aroused. This sort of catgirl behavior wasn’t surprising, but she was wondering now at the cause of it... She looked at Johnathan accusingly.
To forestall her, Melissa coaxed Nicole down from Johnathan's shoulders. "I'm going to borrow Johnathan for a bit, sweetie. Come down, there's a good girl." Out of habit, Nicole obeyed her, and climbed down just as reluctantly with a pout. "You too, girls." This to Stephanie, Melody and Harmony, all three of whom had been wearing smiles of varying delight. They too obeyed and vacated Johnathan's spacious lap slowly.
This left Melissa free to tug at Johnathan’s hand with a wink. “Let’s go, honey. I need your help with refreshments.”
To hold down the fort, Penelope quickly moved to sit down between Uma and Elinor. "While they get the refreshments-- which I think we're badly in need of now," she chuckled, "Will you please continue your lesson, Sisters? Now that a major distraction has been removed," she grinned.
“It may sound crazy, Johnathan, but it’s not,” Melody assured him with a smile, her hand caressing his cheek as her breasts, already tautly swelling and straining against the fabric of her top even more than usual, rubbed and slid against the wriggling Stephanie. “Just surrender to God’s plan, and he’ll enable you to do what you need to love and care for every girl in this room. ‘For nothing is impossible with God.’ Luke 1:37.”
Feeling her fingers get warm and slick with Johnathan’s cum, Stephanie brought one hand up to lick her fingers, fingertip by fingertip, while the other, along with Rika’s, continued to stroke and squeeze and pump around his thick throbbing cock as it pulsed cream all over Suzanne, whose eyes were closed in bliss as she slid her tongue along her lips, licking up cum that dripped down her face and all over her body. She even managed to squeeze in behind Stephanie and lick and suck the tip of his glans with her tongue and the moist circle of her lips, diverting a few spurts of cum into her mouth.
“Why, Johnathan, you look like you can use a drink,” Melissa chuckled as she entered the room, a tall glass of special milk in her hand. Her top coyly covered each pouting nipple while leaving the lower half of each heavy, rounded globe to bounce unhampered, and her ripe hips swayed as she glided across the room to the hot and bothered group on the sofa. She placed the drink on the coffee table in front of Johnathan, then bent down from the waist to peer at Suzanne, hands on her knees, letting Johnathan see much more of her cleavage. “And you look quite smothered and sweaty, Suzie dear."
At this point, Sisters Elinor and Uma looked up from their Bibles long enough to notice how wet Suzanne was. Eyebrows rose and lips parted slightly in shock. There was no telling how much Johnathan produced, but he seemed to keep cumming for so long that it dripped down past Suzanne’s miniskirt and onto her legs. Like Stephanie, she licked her fingers, an unmistakable purr tickling her throat as the cum went down and was immediately absorbed into her blood-stream like a shot of pure sweet glucose. Imperceptibly, the unadulterated cream worked its effects on her, and the temperature in her breasts rose by a few degrees while their curvy dimensions strained just a little more against her off-the-shoulder top.
Melissa held out her hand to Suzanne. "Here, let me help you out of there...”
Reluctantly, Suzanne took Melissa's offered hand and allowed herself to be dragged out from between Johnathan's legs so that she was more or less fully visible to everyone in the room.
The catgirls were thrown into the beginnings of an agitation at the scent of Johnathan’s cum. His ‘milk’ inside them had tuned their senses to his specific taste and scent, and seeing and smelling it on Suzanne and Stephanie had their silky ears twitching, tails swirling sinuously, and kitten purrs erupting all over the room.
One by one, the catgirls, starting with Caroline and Chastity and Virginia, then followed by Hope and Joy and even Catherine, crawled over to Suzanne and started licking cum from her face and down her body. Kitty lips sucked on Suzanne’s long neck, a pink tongue flicking up and down the delicate arched column, while another set of lips sucked on drenched nipples through the wet fabric and the swollen flesh all around it. Another set of tongues licked over her bare abdomen and dipped into her navel with little swirls, while two other girls set about cleaning her long smooth legs thoroughly with long licks, nudging and purring and licking into the damp niche between her soft thighs until Suzanne moaned and shuddered and arched between Johnathan’s legs.
“What on earth--?” Elinor began, her suspicions aroused. This sort of catgirl behavior wasn’t surprising, but she was wondering now at the cause of it... She looked at Johnathan accusingly.
To forestall her, Melissa coaxed Nicole down from Johnathan's shoulders. "I'm going to borrow Johnathan for a bit, sweetie. Come down, there's a good girl." Out of habit, Nicole obeyed her, and climbed down just as reluctantly with a pout. "You too, girls." This to Stephanie, Melody and Harmony, all three of whom had been wearing smiles of varying delight. They too obeyed and vacated Johnathan's spacious lap slowly.
This left Melissa free to tug at Johnathan’s hand with a wink. “Let’s go, honey. I need your help with refreshments.”
To hold down the fort, Penelope quickly moved to sit down between Uma and Elinor. "While they get the refreshments-- which I think we're badly in need of now," she chuckled, "Will you please continue your lesson, Sisters? Now that a major distraction has been removed," she grinned.
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Johnathan sniffed at the milk, somewhat confused. Nekojin milk? The stuff went for a thousand dollars a bottle. He recognized the scent, of course, because he scraped up enough to buy one for tonight. Not that he hesitated long, the glass was empty before Melissa even bent over, and his subsequent eruption only drenched Suzanne more before he was drawn off.
Laura commandeered Stephanie's free hand, giggling as she licked at her fingers, while Chastity and Virginia began to lock on Suzanne's nipples, with Caroline locking lips with her.
"Girls. Shades. Now." Elinor brooked no argument, and the response was instant, every drape and curtain was closed in a flurry of activity. She didn't mind Johnathan seeing in the slightest, but not everyone would be so open-minded.
Melissa returned shortly afterward. "John will be several minutes, he needs to fill the canister." She smirked and nodded at Penelope's momentary epiphany. "I have some news - there's been a mixup, and the park field trip has to be canceled-" she couldn't cut them off from the pending awws of complaint, which even drew most of the girls from Suzanne. "-but-BUT!" She got them to quiet. "Ms. Dvenalay has been very understanding and has registered Tonalahu island for us for this entire season."
The rainbow sisters - Dvenalay's daughters - cheered first. The rest were in shock.
Melissa continued. "I've contacted every family with feline ancestry, and they have all given permission, even for Johnathan to come with - if that's okay with-"
Penelope and Elinor covered their ears. Melissa and Uma weren't quite so quick.
"YES!"
After recovering, Melissa pulled out a list. "The following girls will need to contact their parents: Melody, Harmony, Amanda, Nicole, Esther, Christine..." she continued through some three dozen names, though most of them already had their phones out and dialing by the time she got to them. Felicity, Gabrielle, and Rose had some difficulty trying to reach their parents, but Rose and Gabrielle's eventual cheers calmed everyone.
Finally put to some rest, Elinor was able to take charge once again. "Well, before Johnathan returns with refreshments, turn to the First Epistle of Peter, chapter 3, please." Noting that Faith got their first, she asked "Faith, will you read the first six verses?"
"In a similar way, you wives must submit yourselves to your husbands so that, even if some of them refuse to obey the word, they may be won over without a word through your conduct as wives when they see your pure and reverent lives. Your beauty should not be an external one, consisting of braided hair or the wearing of gold ornaments and dresses.
Instead, it should be the inner disposition of the heart, consisting in the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great value in the sight of God. After all, this is how holy women who set their hope on God used to make themselves beautiful in the past. They submitted themselves to their husbands, just as Sarah obeyed Abraham and called him lord. You have become her daughters by doing good and by not letting anything terrify you."
Faith stressed the lordship on her own, and Elinor nodded. Melissa bit her lip to avoid a smirk. The next several minutes were spent discussing the ramifications of - apparently - God calling them to wed atheists to convert them through rigid obedience.
Cherry believed that about as much as her mom did, though she didn't show it so much as to be obvious, but when her keen ears heard John returning, she spoke. "Remember, as Exodus 20:17 teaches us, wives are property, and as Esau in Genesis teaches us, it is the man who takes that makes the decision - not the future wife. We are, each of us, jewels to be taken."
That was so well timed Melissa was under no illusions about Cherry's awareness. Elinor opened her mouth to respond, Uma's confusion apparent just as Johnathan returned. Melissa spoke quietly to the both of them. "You two should probably commandeer his lap to make sure the girls are behaving with him." She said as Johnathan set the 'milk' canister down on the table, the girls quickly surrounding it. Melissa gestured for Johnathan to sit next to the nuns, and she gently pulled Uma off of the seat to kneel before him, between his giant legs, just before she guided a too-bewildered-to-protest Elinor to straddle his half-exposed cock just as Stephanie did.
Laura commandeered Stephanie's free hand, giggling as she licked at her fingers, while Chastity and Virginia began to lock on Suzanne's nipples, with Caroline locking lips with her.
"Girls. Shades. Now." Elinor brooked no argument, and the response was instant, every drape and curtain was closed in a flurry of activity. She didn't mind Johnathan seeing in the slightest, but not everyone would be so open-minded.
Melissa returned shortly afterward. "John will be several minutes, he needs to fill the canister." She smirked and nodded at Penelope's momentary epiphany. "I have some news - there's been a mixup, and the park field trip has to be canceled-" she couldn't cut them off from the pending awws of complaint, which even drew most of the girls from Suzanne. "-but-BUT!" She got them to quiet. "Ms. Dvenalay has been very understanding and has registered Tonalahu island for us for this entire season."
The rainbow sisters - Dvenalay's daughters - cheered first. The rest were in shock.
Melissa continued. "I've contacted every family with feline ancestry, and they have all given permission, even for Johnathan to come with - if that's okay with-"
Penelope and Elinor covered their ears. Melissa and Uma weren't quite so quick.
"YES!"
After recovering, Melissa pulled out a list. "The following girls will need to contact their parents: Melody, Harmony, Amanda, Nicole, Esther, Christine..." she continued through some three dozen names, though most of them already had their phones out and dialing by the time she got to them. Felicity, Gabrielle, and Rose had some difficulty trying to reach their parents, but Rose and Gabrielle's eventual cheers calmed everyone.
Finally put to some rest, Elinor was able to take charge once again. "Well, before Johnathan returns with refreshments, turn to the First Epistle of Peter, chapter 3, please." Noting that Faith got their first, she asked "Faith, will you read the first six verses?"
"In a similar way, you wives must submit yourselves to your husbands so that, even if some of them refuse to obey the word, they may be won over without a word through your conduct as wives when they see your pure and reverent lives. Your beauty should not be an external one, consisting of braided hair or the wearing of gold ornaments and dresses.
Instead, it should be the inner disposition of the heart, consisting in the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great value in the sight of God. After all, this is how holy women who set their hope on God used to make themselves beautiful in the past. They submitted themselves to their husbands, just as Sarah obeyed Abraham and called him lord. You have become her daughters by doing good and by not letting anything terrify you."
Faith stressed the lordship on her own, and Elinor nodded. Melissa bit her lip to avoid a smirk. The next several minutes were spent discussing the ramifications of - apparently - God calling them to wed atheists to convert them through rigid obedience.
Cherry believed that about as much as her mom did, though she didn't show it so much as to be obvious, but when her keen ears heard John returning, she spoke. "Remember, as Exodus 20:17 teaches us, wives are property, and as Esau in Genesis teaches us, it is the man who takes that makes the decision - not the future wife. We are, each of us, jewels to be taken."
That was so well timed Melissa was under no illusions about Cherry's awareness. Elinor opened her mouth to respond, Uma's confusion apparent just as Johnathan returned. Melissa spoke quietly to the both of them. "You two should probably commandeer his lap to make sure the girls are behaving with him." She said as Johnathan set the 'milk' canister down on the table, the girls quickly surrounding it. Melissa gestured for Johnathan to sit next to the nuns, and she gently pulled Uma off of the seat to kneel before him, between his giant legs, just before she guided a too-bewildered-to-protest Elinor to straddle his half-exposed cock just as Stephanie did.
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Cherry winked surreptitiously at Johnathan and sat back with a smirk to enjoy this highly entertaining turn of events. It wasn’t often that she saw Sister Elinor so flustered. The last time had been when a very drunk, very blasphemous parishioner had come into the church and had started running around slapping the asses of the livid nuns before Sister Uma tackled him and accidentally sat on his face until he passed out.
And now Elinor’s virgin behind was being given another jolt. And this one was even more shocking than a mere slap… it was an outrageous mountain of engorged flesh filling the valley between her ass cheeks. The only thing that saved her from a total meltdown was the fact that she was wearing her habit, and the fabric provided a dubious protection between her and the young man’s invasive erection. Her face was pinkening, a pretty complement to her soft lavender hair peeking out from under her wimple.
Elinor considered herself a devout nun. She gave and cared for the poor, attended Mass faithfully, said her prayers daily, fasted once a week, avoided the foibles of fashion by wearing her habit in public, and did her best to avoid the indulgence of sinful cravings. She prided herself on having been successful for the first twenty years of her life in burying those depraved cravings so deep that they were hidden even from herself.
Sister Uma, meanwhile, found herself in the very novel position of facing a man’s crotch squarely for the first time in her life as she knelt in the intimate V of Johnathan’s legs. “This is disgraceful,” she sputtered. “Scandalous! Utterly inappropriate!”
By this time, the milk had been working through both Sister Uma’s and Sister Elinor’s blood. Neither angel nor devil had a defense against it. Poor things, Melissa thought with a pitying smirk… totally forgetting that she was going to be one of the ‘poor things’ pretty soon herself!
The next twenty seconds after sitting on Johnathan’s colossal erection had the wild effect of utterly convincing Elinor of the need to indulge this ONE craving. It was worth it to convert this pagan Colossus to follow the path set for him, wasn’t it? No, it wasn't! Yes, it was! The angel and devil in her tussled while the girls turned from drinking their milk, pouting and frowning at having been beaten to it by Sister Elinor and Sister Uma, but they had no choice but to flounce down on the sofa around Johnathan, squeezing and rubbing their cleavages against any part of him they could. In Stephanie’s and Suzanne’s cases, their breasts throbbed and swelled to bursting against their tight midriff-baring shirts, nipples becoming shockingly sensitive to every touch as they rubbed not just against Johnathan, but against each other and the silken exposed flesh of the girls around them. Suzanne delicately touched her fingers to the protruding tip of a wet nipple through her shirt, which was dampened by Johnathan’s recent dousing of her… as well as something else. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked and licked on the moisture as one would honey.
The devil won the tussle, drowning Elinor’s angel in the milk’s irresistible tide of seduction. Her own throbbing body, sensitized by the milk to feel every inch of the young man’s rigid cock against her ass, was now camouflaged in all that wriggling mass of feminine flesh, and ever so slowly, she tugged her habit up around her thighs. Sensing their dear Sister’s surrender, Melody and Harmony, each with their aching breasts squashed and rubbing against their heathen giant’s arms, smiled at each other and went about helping Elinor divest herself of her thong, each sliding their hands down over Elinor’s exposed rump and down her satin-smooth legs. But the nature of thongs was such that it didn’t go far before it snapped, and Melody snatched it away gleefully, waving it triumphantly under Johnathan’s nose. Then while they were at it, they struggled to get his shorts off, very free with their stroking hands on expanses of hard muscled ass, while they snatched damp giggling kisses with each other and the girls crowding around them. Johnathan’s cock thus freed, Elinor straddled her drenched pussy over that shockingly large barrel of manhood.
Penelope, Cherry, Melissa, and every girl and catgirl were now transfixed on the new player in the room. Well, not so new. It had taunted and teased the women and their charges behind garments that couldn’t seem to contain it for some time now since the heathen hunk had become part of their company. Penelope, feeling the wetness drip down her thighs, was awed to think of it as a primal element of nature; Cherry, in a burst of artistic bliss, could only describe it as watching Michelangelo’s David come to life except with a penis fifty times larger; Melissa, licking her lips and finding her pussy tightening at the thought of this raw, throbbing, straining collection of ready-to-explode male cells plumbing her hard and deep, no longer wondered how he could possibly sustain production of what they needed; the purring of the catgirls was so loud that the entire room vibrated as if a ten-foot sub-woofer was broadcasting it in the room, their backs arching sensuously and tails raised in sinuous anticipation, and the pile of girls who were smothering the giant elbowed each other to get the premium spot right next to it, over it, or under it. So yes, the new player was sort of hard to ignore, any more than they could ignore an aroused King Kong if he’d bounded into the room and sat on them.
“Oh my god,” Elinor moaned blasphemously, struggling and losing the battle not to wiggle and squirm and slide on that hot mount of flesh. “It’s … it IS Colossus…”
Something so compelling, so breathtaking, so demanding of the spotlight in the theater of every woman’s fantasy in that room, was not just “colossal.” It needed a character name.
“Inexcusable!” Uma whispered, having the prime spot under Colossus. Because of the recent crowding, Uma found herself jostled closer than ever to the apex of that muscular V, her nose pushed right up to something huge and long and rock-hard and surprisingly velvety, and which her sister now snugly and wetly straddled. Her nose twitched curiously, breathing in the whiff of his recent eruption. Letting her overpowering curiosity and milk-induced desire guide her, she slid her tongue out to lick that cum-coated cock as if it were a frosted forbidden treat, gliding moistly along its length to suck on the bulbous glans jutting at her so temptingly.
Cherry winked surreptitiously at Johnathan and sat back with a smirk to enjoy this highly entertaining turn of events. It wasn’t often that she saw Sister Elinor so flustered. The last time had been when a very drunk, very blasphemous parishioner had come into the church and had started running around slapping the asses of the livid nuns before Sister Uma tackled him and accidentally sat on his face until he passed out.
And now Elinor’s virgin behind was being given another jolt. And this one was even more shocking than a mere slap… it was an outrageous mountain of engorged flesh filling the valley between her ass cheeks. The only thing that saved her from a total meltdown was the fact that she was wearing her habit, and the fabric provided a dubious protection between her and the young man’s invasive erection. Her face was pinkening, a pretty complement to her soft lavender hair peeking out from under her wimple.
Elinor considered herself a devout nun. She gave and cared for the poor, attended Mass faithfully, said her prayers daily, fasted once a week, avoided the foibles of fashion by wearing her habit in public, and did her best to avoid the indulgence of sinful cravings. She prided herself on having been successful for the first twenty years of her life in burying those depraved cravings so deep that they were hidden even from herself.
Sister Uma, meanwhile, found herself in the very novel position of facing a man’s crotch squarely for the first time in her life as she knelt in the intimate V of Johnathan’s legs. “This is disgraceful,” she sputtered. “Scandalous! Utterly inappropriate!”
By this time, the milk had been working through both Sister Uma’s and Sister Elinor’s blood. Neither angel nor devil had a defense against it. Poor things, Melissa thought with a pitying smirk… totally forgetting that she was going to be one of the ‘poor things’ pretty soon herself!
The next twenty seconds after sitting on Johnathan’s colossal erection had the wild effect of utterly convincing Elinor of the need to indulge this ONE craving. It was worth it to convert this pagan Colossus to follow the path set for him, wasn’t it? No, it wasn't! Yes, it was! The angel and devil in her tussled while the girls turned from drinking their milk, pouting and frowning at having been beaten to it by Sister Elinor and Sister Uma, but they had no choice but to flounce down on the sofa around Johnathan, squeezing and rubbing their cleavages against any part of him they could. In Stephanie’s and Suzanne’s cases, their breasts throbbed and swelled to bursting against their tight midriff-baring shirts, nipples becoming shockingly sensitive to every touch as they rubbed not just against Johnathan, but against each other and the silken exposed flesh of the girls around them. Suzanne delicately touched her fingers to the protruding tip of a wet nipple through her shirt, which was dampened by Johnathan’s recent dousing of her… as well as something else. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked and licked on the moisture as one would honey.
The devil won the tussle, drowning Elinor’s angel in the milk’s irresistible tide of seduction. Her own throbbing body, sensitized by the milk to feel every inch of the young man’s rigid cock against her ass, was now camouflaged in all that wriggling mass of feminine flesh, and ever so slowly, she tugged her habit up around her thighs. Sensing their dear Sister’s surrender, Melody and Harmony, each with their aching breasts squashed and rubbing against their heathen giant’s arms, smiled at each other and went about helping Elinor divest herself of her thong, each sliding their hands down over Elinor’s exposed rump and down her satin-smooth legs. But the nature of thongs was such that it didn’t go far before it snapped, and Melody snatched it away gleefully, waving it triumphantly under Johnathan’s nose. Then while they were at it, they struggled to get his shorts off, very free with their stroking hands on expanses of hard muscled ass, while they snatched damp giggling kisses with each other and the girls crowding around them. Johnathan’s cock thus freed, Elinor straddled her drenched pussy over that shockingly large barrel of manhood.
Penelope, Cherry, Melissa, and every girl and catgirl were now transfixed on the new player in the room. Well, not so new. It had taunted and teased the women and their charges behind garments that couldn’t seem to contain it for some time now since the heathen hunk had become part of their company. Penelope, feeling the wetness drip down her thighs, was awed to think of it as a primal element of nature; Cherry, in a burst of artistic bliss, could only describe it as watching Michelangelo’s David come to life except with a penis fifty times larger; Melissa, licking her lips and finding her pussy tightening at the thought of this raw, throbbing, straining collection of ready-to-explode male cells plumbing her hard and deep, no longer wondered how he could possibly sustain production of what they needed; the purring of the catgirls was so loud that the entire room vibrated as if a ten-foot sub-woofer was broadcasting it in the room, their backs arching sensuously and tails raised in sinuous anticipation, and the pile of girls who were smothering the giant elbowed each other to get the premium spot right next to it, over it, or under it. So yes, the new player was sort of hard to ignore, any more than they could ignore an aroused King Kong if he’d bounded into the room and sat on them.
“Oh my god,” Elinor moaned blasphemously, struggling and losing the battle not to wiggle and squirm and slide on that hot mount of flesh. “It’s … it IS Colossus…”
Something so compelling, so breathtaking, so demanding of the spotlight in the theater of every woman’s fantasy in that room, was not just “colossal.” It needed a character name.
“Inexcusable!” Uma whispered, having the prime spot under Colossus. Because of the recent crowding, Uma found herself jostled closer than ever to the apex of that muscular V, her nose pushed right up to something huge and long and rock-hard and surprisingly velvety, and which her sister now snugly and wetly straddled. Her nose twitched curiously, breathing in the whiff of his recent eruption. Letting her overpowering curiosity and milk-induced desire guide her, she slid her tongue out to lick that cum-coated cock as if it were a frosted forbidden treat, gliding moistly along its length to suck on the bulbous glans jutting at her so temptingly.
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Cherry's cell phone rang, and she carefully backed her way up to retrieve it, not taking her eyes off Johnathan. She looked down at the name of the caller and smiled. "Hey sister! How'd the exam go?" She walked over and sat between Melissa and Penelope so only they could potentially overhear. They exchanged knowing glances.
"Just swell." Her voice dripped with venom. "I asked mom who she sold me to and she told me I should give you a call."
"Mmm-hmmm. We've got Tonalahu registered for the summer, we're probably going to be short on chaperons - you should join us!"
There was a long pause. "...where did he get a bottle?"
"That reminds me! There's a shipment of the good milk in the milk cooler. Could you bring a few bottles over? Our boy is getting thirsty."
"...doesn't Dvenaley have a stash? What's our... owner rated at?"
"By my calculations, seven. Solidly." Melissa and Penelope both turned to Cherry in shock at the term.
"...how are we possibly supposed to handle that!?" She sighed. "I'll bring over what I can carry."
"We are... unequally yoked, still, but we shall work to amend that. And you are awesome, sister!" She hung up, grinning. "Hey everyone, my sister Gia is going to chaperon too!"
Johnathan's thick, heated girth flexed intensely between Elinor's legs, lifting her bodily into the air entirely on its own. "Anyone else think the good sisters are overdressed for the situation?" Johnathan suggested as he slowly pulled his arms free of the girls that surrounded them, pushing most of them back, except for Melody and Harmony. "So many girls forget their place." As he felt he had more control over the room, he decided to begin reminding them of their station. One his hands were freed, he could not resist the urge to give Elinor's exposed rum a harsh SPANK, echoing through the room. His hands griped her sides beneath her habit, slowly lifting her along his girth, angling her forward so that her sex could feel every inch of it clearly.
Two of the girls began instinctively pressing sister Uma's head down onto his pulsing, beating glans, even as it began to leak his seed into her mouth. Before too long, Uma's nose would be pressing and rubbing against Elinor's sex, as the overheated shafthead stretched her lips to their limit, with still more of the monstrous girth to fit inside.
Cherry decided to start to break down pretenses. The human girls were all cooperating, and it would be good to work a bit of pliancy into them before they got on the yacht. "We kneel before our Lord." She said, slowly falling to her knees from her chair, letting her hands rest on the floor beside her. Penelope and Melissa looked at each other with a smirk, before doing the same.
Cherry's cell phone rang, and she carefully backed her way up to retrieve it, not taking her eyes off Johnathan. She looked down at the name of the caller and smiled. "Hey sister! How'd the exam go?" She walked over and sat between Melissa and Penelope so only they could potentially overhear. They exchanged knowing glances.
"Just swell." Her voice dripped with venom. "I asked mom who she sold me to and she told me I should give you a call."
"Mmm-hmmm. We've got Tonalahu registered for the summer, we're probably going to be short on chaperons - you should join us!"
There was a long pause. "...where did he get a bottle?"
"That reminds me! There's a shipment of the good milk in the milk cooler. Could you bring a few bottles over? Our boy is getting thirsty."
"...doesn't Dvenaley have a stash? What's our... owner rated at?"
"By my calculations, seven. Solidly." Melissa and Penelope both turned to Cherry in shock at the term.
"...how are we possibly supposed to handle that!?" She sighed. "I'll bring over what I can carry."
"We are... unequally yoked, still, but we shall work to amend that. And you are awesome, sister!" She hung up, grinning. "Hey everyone, my sister Gia is going to chaperon too!"
Johnathan's thick, heated girth flexed intensely between Elinor's legs, lifting her bodily into the air entirely on its own. "Anyone else think the good sisters are overdressed for the situation?" Johnathan suggested as he slowly pulled his arms free of the girls that surrounded them, pushing most of them back, except for Melody and Harmony. "So many girls forget their place." As he felt he had more control over the room, he decided to begin reminding them of their station. One his hands were freed, he could not resist the urge to give Elinor's exposed rum a harsh SPANK, echoing through the room. His hands griped her sides beneath her habit, slowly lifting her along his girth, angling her forward so that her sex could feel every inch of it clearly.
Two of the girls began instinctively pressing sister Uma's head down onto his pulsing, beating glans, even as it began to leak his seed into her mouth. Before too long, Uma's nose would be pressing and rubbing against Elinor's sex, as the overheated shafthead stretched her lips to their limit, with still more of the monstrous girth to fit inside.
Cherry decided to start to break down pretenses. The human girls were all cooperating, and it would be good to work a bit of pliancy into them before they got on the yacht. "We kneel before our Lord." She said, slowly falling to her knees from her chair, letting her hands rest on the floor beside her. Penelope and Melissa looked at each other with a smirk, before doing the same.
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“Seven?” Penelope mouthed to Melissa, wincing.
Melissa had the same thought in her mind. Now she knew what she meant by bringing Christine, a registered nurse, along to look after their health. Somehow she doubted it was for their boy, although it was possible for a hundred girls to exhaust their seven-and-half-foot giant. Or was it? Another peek at the tableau in front of them and her doubts melted like chocolate in a fondue pot, percolating into a bubbling mass of desire and apprehension. Colossus was in jaw-dropping action again, an impressive feat of strength and sheer bad-assery as it lifted Elinor up so that her naked bottom poked higher.
Dear lord. Of their own accord, her hand went to the hollow between her thighs, now throbbing unbearably from the spectacle and the milk, her thong utterly damp, while her other hand went to her jaw, which throbbed with an anticipatory ache. If she had a third arm, it would go across her swelling breasts. And maybe a fourth hand would be rubbing her knees. Oh yeah, they would a need a nurse all right. It was a good thing there would be a hundred girls to service their insatiable hulk…
When Cherry finished speaking with her sister and announced the addition of Gia to their numbers, Melissa sniffed. “Oh, that’s three more, then. Each of her boobs counts as personalities of their own.”
Penelope’s eyes danced and she whispered, “Boob envy, sweetie?”
“Hardly.” Melissa’s hands did go to her breasts this time. She was proud of her girls, and she was right to be. Slowly, her fingers felt up their soft firmness, testing them for the task ahead. Good gods. Seven! All she could say was that the other girls better do their fair share of production! “Although I have to observe that Gia doesn’t wear bras, she wears hammocks. Oh wait. Does she wear hammocks at all? Do they make hammocks that huge?”
Penelope and Cherry giggled. Despite the cattiness, they knew that Melissa loved Gia, and if she were there now, Gia being Gia, would be trading barbs with Melissa at a good-natured, break-neck pace.
"Anyone else think the good sisters are overdressed for the situation?"
Their giggles ceased at their giant’s question. Penelope was nodding vigorously in eager, nearly sycophantic agreement, although Melissa doubted that the question wasn’t rhetorical. Melissa began to have a sneaking suspicion that their “boy” was a natural master times one hundred. His next words confirmed her suspicions. "So many girls forget their place." And at that spank on Elinor’s quivering bottom, the remnants of her disbelief dissolved into a shivery sort of awe.
Their wide-eyed, lust-inflamed attention was again riveted to the little orgy unfolding on the sofa, and Melissa sat back to watch, wishing now that she’d made popcorn. This was much better than viewing porn with Kevin! Her glazed eyes glued to the raw, engorged power of Colossus, the tip of her pink tongue slipped out to moisten her lips. Her hand strayed again to the wet mess between her thighs, while the fingers of her other hand played with her aroused, jutting nipple.
She wasn’t alone in growing lust. Their bodies fully primed by the milk with hunger for their new master but elbowed out of the orgy, Bella and Angelique creatively channeled their lust and started kissing, deep kisses with tongues swirling and tasting each other’s sweetness, their hands disposing of barriers to get to the satin hills of inflamed breasts and hips and the damp valleys between smooth welcoming thighs. Angelique particularly enjoyed licking and sucking on Bella’s pert nipple, her palm exploring the rounded contours of Bella’s other breast, while Bella, moaning softly in between kisses, stroked the silky moisture pooling between the lips of Angelique’s sex until Angelique shuddered with uncontrollable pleasure. Nearby, on the window seat, Adriana and Tansy were purring and rubbing their naked bodies, the soft puckered mounds of their breasts slipping over and against each other, tails twirling between the other’s thighs in long sinuous strokes that slithered over trembling flesh.
Elinor squeaked as the thick trident that was Colossus tossed her lower body up, and to keep her balance she was forced to grab the giant’s sinewy thighs just above his knees. Oh god, she groaned inwardly, feeling her dripping lips settle and cling to the the long hot shaft pressing up against her. It – it was the size of a telephone pole! Help me! I’m going to perish in hellfire! She was already burning as it was, her skin flushed and damp, her heart pounding. To add insult to injury, he spanked her. SPANKED her. She, who wielded the Paddle of Order and Justice with such proficiency in her office! Harmony and Melody weren’t helping, in fact the silly, adoring little sheep were speeding her on her way to eternal damnation by removing her habit, wimple and bra methodically, tossing them merrily around the room until she was naked and her lavender hair flowed wildly around her bare shoulders and down her traitorously puckered breasts. And now she was riding Colossus bare-back, a bare-bottomed Godiva on a glorious stallion of manhood...
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come… Thus, to fight the overpowering urge to gallop her mount, she started muttering the prayer. But when she got to the part “and lead us not to temptation,” she had not only just allowed herself to be led to it, she had bought first-class tickets on a supersonic jet to get there. Her treacherous lower body was sliding, her bottom squirming, her fingers digging into the muscles rippling on his thighs, and the moist sounds of her silken womanhood massaging that monstrous serpent of temptation were so loud that she thought the neighbors could hear them.
And Uma wasn’t helping at all. “What are you doing down there, Uma?” she moaned, feeling the other Sister’s nose poking the sensitized little button she hadn’t known existed until now. Uma made muffled sounds in her throat. “What? Stop mumbling! I – ah… aaah….aaaaaah… OH!”
Cherry wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Even as she arched and purred as Penelope’s agile fingers teased and stroked her swollen pussy to orgasm, she witnessed the Sister’s very first. She might have laughed at the woman’s comical expression of shock, ecstasy and bewilderment if she weren’t busy moaning her pleasure into Penelope’s mouth.
Uma’s mouth was hugely occupied by something else. On top of the shock of having her habit, wimple, bra and panties stripped off by the delinquently compliant girls around her at the giant’s feet until she was naked between those formidable male legs, that something stretched her soft lips to the extreme, as befitted the extremity of a god that now filled her mouth and throat. The only thing that saved her from suffocation was the fact that she was a closet exercise freak, and barely avoided panic and hyperventilation as she breathed through her nose. And thank the Lord she didn’t have a small mouth like Elinor did, although that enormous male outrage invading her mouth would probably be hard-pressed to find a mouth in the world to match its girth with comfort. Instinctively, she sensed that to avoid choking on the fluid seeping out of its slit, she would have to swallow… and she did, her mouth sucking experimentally and slowly along that large meaty rod as she did so.
Lustful curiosity had her touching the source of the substance now trickling in hot rivulets down her throat, her fingers, almost reverent as if in the presence of deity, cupping and massaging those two prodigious sacs. As she caressed them and felt their size, she wondered just how long she would need to keep swallowing…
And so, in the presence of that primal and pagan exhibition of dominance over his territory, the awed, envious girls who weren’t grinding, sucking, clinging to or kissing their master followed Cherry’s, Melissa’s and Penelope’s examples and fell on their knees. All over that room, if they weren’t moaning or purring with pleasure, they were panting with the milk-born bliss of worship.
The last thought that a kneeling Melissa had before her body exploded from her own probing and stroking fingers were two words. Knee pads.
“Seven?” Penelope mouthed to Melissa, wincing.
Melissa had the same thought in her mind. Now she knew what she meant by bringing Christine, a registered nurse, along to look after their health. Somehow she doubted it was for their boy, although it was possible for a hundred girls to exhaust their seven-and-half-foot giant. Or was it? Another peek at the tableau in front of them and her doubts melted like chocolate in a fondue pot, percolating into a bubbling mass of desire and apprehension. Colossus was in jaw-dropping action again, an impressive feat of strength and sheer bad-assery as it lifted Elinor up so that her naked bottom poked higher.
Dear lord. Of their own accord, her hand went to the hollow between her thighs, now throbbing unbearably from the spectacle and the milk, her thong utterly damp, while her other hand went to her jaw, which throbbed with an anticipatory ache. If she had a third arm, it would go across her swelling breasts. And maybe a fourth hand would be rubbing her knees. Oh yeah, they would a need a nurse all right. It was a good thing there would be a hundred girls to service their insatiable hulk…
When Cherry finished speaking with her sister and announced the addition of Gia to their numbers, Melissa sniffed. “Oh, that’s three more, then. Each of her boobs counts as personalities of their own.”
Penelope’s eyes danced and she whispered, “Boob envy, sweetie?”
“Hardly.” Melissa’s hands did go to her breasts this time. She was proud of her girls, and she was right to be. Slowly, her fingers felt up their soft firmness, testing them for the task ahead. Good gods. Seven! All she could say was that the other girls better do their fair share of production! “Although I have to observe that Gia doesn’t wear bras, she wears hammocks. Oh wait. Does she wear hammocks at all? Do they make hammocks that huge?”
Penelope and Cherry giggled. Despite the cattiness, they knew that Melissa loved Gia, and if she were there now, Gia being Gia, would be trading barbs with Melissa at a good-natured, break-neck pace.
"Anyone else think the good sisters are overdressed for the situation?"
Their giggles ceased at their giant’s question. Penelope was nodding vigorously in eager, nearly sycophantic agreement, although Melissa doubted that the question wasn’t rhetorical. Melissa began to have a sneaking suspicion that their “boy” was a natural master times one hundred. His next words confirmed her suspicions. "So many girls forget their place." And at that spank on Elinor’s quivering bottom, the remnants of her disbelief dissolved into a shivery sort of awe.
Their wide-eyed, lust-inflamed attention was again riveted to the little orgy unfolding on the sofa, and Melissa sat back to watch, wishing now that she’d made popcorn. This was much better than viewing porn with Kevin! Her glazed eyes glued to the raw, engorged power of Colossus, the tip of her pink tongue slipped out to moisten her lips. Her hand strayed again to the wet mess between her thighs, while the fingers of her other hand played with her aroused, jutting nipple.
She wasn’t alone in growing lust. Their bodies fully primed by the milk with hunger for their new master but elbowed out of the orgy, Bella and Angelique creatively channeled their lust and started kissing, deep kisses with tongues swirling and tasting each other’s sweetness, their hands disposing of barriers to get to the satin hills of inflamed breasts and hips and the damp valleys between smooth welcoming thighs. Angelique particularly enjoyed licking and sucking on Bella’s pert nipple, her palm exploring the rounded contours of Bella’s other breast, while Bella, moaning softly in between kisses, stroked the silky moisture pooling between the lips of Angelique’s sex until Angelique shuddered with uncontrollable pleasure. Nearby, on the window seat, Adriana and Tansy were purring and rubbing their naked bodies, the soft puckered mounds of their breasts slipping over and against each other, tails twirling between the other’s thighs in long sinuous strokes that slithered over trembling flesh.
Elinor squeaked as the thick trident that was Colossus tossed her lower body up, and to keep her balance she was forced to grab the giant’s sinewy thighs just above his knees. Oh god, she groaned inwardly, feeling her dripping lips settle and cling to the the long hot shaft pressing up against her. It – it was the size of a telephone pole! Help me! I’m going to perish in hellfire! She was already burning as it was, her skin flushed and damp, her heart pounding. To add insult to injury, he spanked her. SPANKED her. She, who wielded the Paddle of Order and Justice with such proficiency in her office! Harmony and Melody weren’t helping, in fact the silly, adoring little sheep were speeding her on her way to eternal damnation by removing her habit, wimple and bra methodically, tossing them merrily around the room until she was naked and her lavender hair flowed wildly around her bare shoulders and down her traitorously puckered breasts. And now she was riding Colossus bare-back, a bare-bottomed Godiva on a glorious stallion of manhood...
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come… Thus, to fight the overpowering urge to gallop her mount, she started muttering the prayer. But when she got to the part “and lead us not to temptation,” she had not only just allowed herself to be led to it, she had bought first-class tickets on a supersonic jet to get there. Her treacherous lower body was sliding, her bottom squirming, her fingers digging into the muscles rippling on his thighs, and the moist sounds of her silken womanhood massaging that monstrous serpent of temptation were so loud that she thought the neighbors could hear them.
And Uma wasn’t helping at all. “What are you doing down there, Uma?” she moaned, feeling the other Sister’s nose poking the sensitized little button she hadn’t known existed until now. Uma made muffled sounds in her throat. “What? Stop mumbling! I – ah… aaah….aaaaaah… OH!”
Cherry wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Even as she arched and purred as Penelope’s agile fingers teased and stroked her swollen pussy to orgasm, she witnessed the Sister’s very first. She might have laughed at the woman’s comical expression of shock, ecstasy and bewilderment if she weren’t busy moaning her pleasure into Penelope’s mouth.
Uma’s mouth was hugely occupied by something else. On top of the shock of having her habit, wimple, bra and panties stripped off by the delinquently compliant girls around her at the giant’s feet until she was naked between those formidable male legs, that something stretched her soft lips to the extreme, as befitted the extremity of a god that now filled her mouth and throat. The only thing that saved her from suffocation was the fact that she was a closet exercise freak, and barely avoided panic and hyperventilation as she breathed through her nose. And thank the Lord she didn’t have a small mouth like Elinor did, although that enormous male outrage invading her mouth would probably be hard-pressed to find a mouth in the world to match its girth with comfort. Instinctively, she sensed that to avoid choking on the fluid seeping out of its slit, she would have to swallow… and she did, her mouth sucking experimentally and slowly along that large meaty rod as she did so.
Lustful curiosity had her touching the source of the substance now trickling in hot rivulets down her throat, her fingers, almost reverent as if in the presence of deity, cupping and massaging those two prodigious sacs. As she caressed them and felt their size, she wondered just how long she would need to keep swallowing…
And so, in the presence of that primal and pagan exhibition of dominance over his territory, the awed, envious girls who weren’t grinding, sucking, clinging to or kissing their master followed Cherry’s, Melissa’s and Penelope’s examples and fell on their knees. All over that room, if they weren’t moaning or purring with pleasure, they were panting with the milk-born bliss of worship.
The last thought that a kneeling Melissa had before her body exploded from her own probing and stroking fingers were two words. Knee pads.
(Original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy)
The feel of Uma's lips growing tighter around his glans as the girls pushed was nearly too much as it was. The sound of her swallowing... with every gulp, 'Colossus' thickened, swelling and lifting Elinor up and down in a monstrous bob, signalling that the next load of seed that he pumped into her mouth would be larger than the one prior. His balls rolled gently at her touch, lifting back towards his body before relaxing.
Of course, he did not get to see the lovely nun trying to suck him off, another lovely nun's behind was in the way, sliding up and down his shaft largely of her own volition. Which only had one handprint on it.
That was completely inappropriate.
Johnathan wound his hand back, and brought it down with a thunderous clap. *SPANK* After the echo died down - along with the room - he queried openly. "Who owns you, pet?"
Esther spoke up softly, her hands exploring her neighbors. "Over a hundred of us in this room and we are still unequally yoked."
Melanie turned to hug her - though she did not leave her knees, giving Esther a deep, passionate kiss. "Then each of us will have to find another hundred, is all. There are millions of us and only one of him." She said after pulling free, giggling madly. The math was on their side.
The feel of Uma's lips growing tighter around his glans as the girls pushed was nearly too much as it was. The sound of her swallowing... with every gulp, 'Colossus' thickened, swelling and lifting Elinor up and down in a monstrous bob, signalling that the next load of seed that he pumped into her mouth would be larger than the one prior. His balls rolled gently at her touch, lifting back towards his body before relaxing.
Of course, he did not get to see the lovely nun trying to suck him off, another lovely nun's behind was in the way, sliding up and down his shaft largely of her own volition. Which only had one handprint on it.
That was completely inappropriate.
Johnathan wound his hand back, and brought it down with a thunderous clap. *SPANK* After the echo died down - along with the room - he queried openly. "Who owns you, pet?"
Esther spoke up softly, her hands exploring her neighbors. "Over a hundred of us in this room and we are still unequally yoked."
Melanie turned to hug her - though she did not leave her knees, giving Esther a deep, passionate kiss. "Then each of us will have to find another hundred, is all. There are millions of us and only one of him." She said after pulling free, giggling madly. The math was on their side.
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Elinor wasn’t certain what she trembled from most – this weird, limb-melting, skin-scorching, breath-stealing malfunction of her body that had as its primal nexus the throbbing at the apex of her thighs, or the shocked guilt of her utter enjoyment of it. Mary Mother of God, she was riding a LOG. She could already feel the flames of hellfire licking at her naked, shaking body… but if this was hell, why did it feel a thousand times better than stuffing her face with a dozen chocolate éclairs after fasting for a whole week? Why did it feel as if she’d just crawled out of someone else’s skin and into this new glowing skin with large engorged breasts tight and heavy and throbbing with each heartbeat, each quivering curve flushed and sweat-slicked with a pleasure she hadn’t thought possible?
*SPANK*
“Stop that!” she whimpered.
At least, that’s what she thought she wanted to say. She longed for her Paddle-- the way it felt in her hand, the feeling of utter control it gave her. But all that control was gone. The heathen owner of the Log had taken her Paddle, broken it in half, fed it to a woodchipper, and replaced it with a pagan oak-sized totem pole between her legs. And coming so soon after her orgasm, that resounding slap on her bottom had an effect similar to adding fuel to an already healthily burning fire. The thought of handprints bigger than the diameter of her Paddle imprinted on her virgin bottom, both cheeks, made her tremble even more, deepening the aftershocks of those divine little tremors that shook her body. How was this possible?
"Who owns you, pet?"
“All right, you do!” she blurted out. “But don’t you dare spank me again.” Not very subtle, that invitation -- especially accompanied as it was by a shockingly seductive wriggle of two perfect, giant-hand branded cheeks.
“See how easy it is, Johnathan?” Melody whispered into Johnathan’s ear. In the sexual frenzy that gripped the room, Melody’s and Harmony’s clothes had been removed too, and the two of them sandwiched their captive giant between their voluptuous curves, their round, bountiful breasts sliding like heated satin across his god-like chest and arms as they draped their sinuous arms around his neck and massive shoulders. Because of his size, they had to kneel on both sides of him.
In all the craziness, they hadn’t forgotten their mission. They truly cared for his soul – although admittedly his body and its magnificent assets were a bonus that they were not about to turn down. They felt they were so close to converting him, so they breathed their angelic twin seduction into his ears as part of their work for the Lord.
“Nothing is impossible,” Harmony said, kissing and nuzzling his ear with the soft tip of her nose. “Didn’t we tell you so?”
“These are all gifts from the Lord, and He has a plan for you.” Melody’s small teeth gently nipped his earlobe, and she blew sweetly into the shell of his ear. “A glorious plan to shepherd each one of us.”
Panting from the effects of her eruption of pleasure, Melissa sat down on the floor with a thump. She could swear her mini-top had shrunk, and the silky globes of her breasts were threatening to pop stitches open, with the bottom halves already swelling free from restraints, while the provocative scent of her sex mingled with everyone else’s. What was she thinking, drinking the milk in the kitchen earlier? She could have waited until she got to Tonalahu, but something about the redolence of sex and milk that drenched the room made her giddy. But really, if she were to make more money than she could have dreamed possible, this was actually not a bad way to go. Of course, they hadn’t got to Tonalahu yet…
While Cherry and Penelope recovered next to her, their soft mouths still fused in slow, sweet giggling kisses, Valentina and Paulina were spooning on the floor on her other side, Paulina’s small hand kneading and fondling Valentina’s bared breasts, her other hand buried and stroking between Valentina’s thighs in their own journey to a squirmy, loudly purring nirvana, Paulina’s little pink tongue lapping up and down the other catgirl’s ivory-smooth neck.
Melissa sighed. Of their own accord, her gaze returned to the tableau in the center of the room. And winced sympathetically at that second spank. If she were an artist, she might have been tempted to paint and title the pagan scene “Ancient Fertility God with Giant Cock Totally Owning Semi-Reluctant Priestess.” And she had to admit that it was a genius move on their giant’s part – by dominating their beloved, clueless and once pure Sister, it would pave the way for showing the other nuns and girls that it was fruitless to resist what she suspected was the newly born Sisterhood of Colossus.
Uma regretted not having looked into those jaw exercises that supposedly toned one’s cheeks and jaw and neck muscles. What twenty-year-old woman, even a secretly crazed fitness freak nun who toned every muscle in her body, worried about double-chins? Now, if they’d told her that those jaw exercises would come in handy for moments like this…
Her mouth ached, the impossibly tight ring of her lips around Colossus threatening to split her lower face in half, or at least felt like it. Her jaw threatened to dislocate as an imperious shaft of velvety strength squeezed every molecule of air from her mouth, forming a seal lubricated by her own mouth’s slippery juices and the milky male slickness jetting hotly down her frantically gulping throat and escaping through her clamped lips and gushing down her chin and neck, while her teeth scraped the sides of that ginormous phallus as she tried to give her throat some swallowing room. But the silly girls around her – what were they doing? Every time she tried to pull back, sucking up to Colossus’s head, someone’s bare feet planted on her naked back pushed her forward, ignoring her muffled protests of “Ungh! Ungh!” (translated, “Stop! Stop!”) and sending her lips and jaw gliding tightly down that brawny column, the fingers of one hand curling and sliding halfway around the base, the other stroking his balls. Pull, push, suck, swallow, stroke, repeat – the steady friction of the snug O of her hot mouth on an equally hot pillar of enflamed flesh would ensure that she had no lips left after this.
“Esther has a point,” Candy whispered from where she was squashed in between breathless, wriggling bodies. “What does that look like, anyway? One oversize hottie yoked to ten thousand girls? Help me, I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around it.”
“I’d like to wrap something of mine around Colossus,” moaned Hermione from somewhere under Eluri, their naked, nubile bodies a writhing tangle of delicate hands fondling ripe curves, moist lips teasing and licking pink-candy-button nipples, and long shapely thighs grinding each other’s dripping sex in mutual enjoyment.
“Mmmm,” Penelope purred. She was thinking about the math too. Ten thousand girls meant a respite for her aching breasts, and she was certain she would enjoy the idea of exploding their output. She murmured to Melissa, “I think it’s an excellent idea. I’ll call Mrs. Juanvierre to increase our equipment allocation.”
“Extra nurses and chaperons won’t hurt either,” Melissa muttered. She fished for her cellphone to make calls to Ianira and Marissa. As she waited for Ianira to pick up, she continued watching Johnathan and his gaggle of pets surrounding him, transfixed, unaware that she had her index and middle fingers in her mouth and she was sucking delicately on them.
Elinor wasn’t certain what she trembled from most – this weird, limb-melting, skin-scorching, breath-stealing malfunction of her body that had as its primal nexus the throbbing at the apex of her thighs, or the shocked guilt of her utter enjoyment of it. Mary Mother of God, she was riding a LOG. She could already feel the flames of hellfire licking at her naked, shaking body… but if this was hell, why did it feel a thousand times better than stuffing her face with a dozen chocolate éclairs after fasting for a whole week? Why did it feel as if she’d just crawled out of someone else’s skin and into this new glowing skin with large engorged breasts tight and heavy and throbbing with each heartbeat, each quivering curve flushed and sweat-slicked with a pleasure she hadn’t thought possible?
*SPANK*
“Stop that!” she whimpered.
At least, that’s what she thought she wanted to say. She longed for her Paddle-- the way it felt in her hand, the feeling of utter control it gave her. But all that control was gone. The heathen owner of the Log had taken her Paddle, broken it in half, fed it to a woodchipper, and replaced it with a pagan oak-sized totem pole between her legs. And coming so soon after her orgasm, that resounding slap on her bottom had an effect similar to adding fuel to an already healthily burning fire. The thought of handprints bigger than the diameter of her Paddle imprinted on her virgin bottom, both cheeks, made her tremble even more, deepening the aftershocks of those divine little tremors that shook her body. How was this possible?
"Who owns you, pet?"
“All right, you do!” she blurted out. “But don’t you dare spank me again.” Not very subtle, that invitation -- especially accompanied as it was by a shockingly seductive wriggle of two perfect, giant-hand branded cheeks.
“See how easy it is, Johnathan?” Melody whispered into Johnathan’s ear. In the sexual frenzy that gripped the room, Melody’s and Harmony’s clothes had been removed too, and the two of them sandwiched their captive giant between their voluptuous curves, their round, bountiful breasts sliding like heated satin across his god-like chest and arms as they draped their sinuous arms around his neck and massive shoulders. Because of his size, they had to kneel on both sides of him.
In all the craziness, they hadn’t forgotten their mission. They truly cared for his soul – although admittedly his body and its magnificent assets were a bonus that they were not about to turn down. They felt they were so close to converting him, so they breathed their angelic twin seduction into his ears as part of their work for the Lord.
“Nothing is impossible,” Harmony said, kissing and nuzzling his ear with the soft tip of her nose. “Didn’t we tell you so?”
“These are all gifts from the Lord, and He has a plan for you.” Melody’s small teeth gently nipped his earlobe, and she blew sweetly into the shell of his ear. “A glorious plan to shepherd each one of us.”
Panting from the effects of her eruption of pleasure, Melissa sat down on the floor with a thump. She could swear her mini-top had shrunk, and the silky globes of her breasts were threatening to pop stitches open, with the bottom halves already swelling free from restraints, while the provocative scent of her sex mingled with everyone else’s. What was she thinking, drinking the milk in the kitchen earlier? She could have waited until she got to Tonalahu, but something about the redolence of sex and milk that drenched the room made her giddy. But really, if she were to make more money than she could have dreamed possible, this was actually not a bad way to go. Of course, they hadn’t got to Tonalahu yet…
While Cherry and Penelope recovered next to her, their soft mouths still fused in slow, sweet giggling kisses, Valentina and Paulina were spooning on the floor on her other side, Paulina’s small hand kneading and fondling Valentina’s bared breasts, her other hand buried and stroking between Valentina’s thighs in their own journey to a squirmy, loudly purring nirvana, Paulina’s little pink tongue lapping up and down the other catgirl’s ivory-smooth neck.
Melissa sighed. Of their own accord, her gaze returned to the tableau in the center of the room. And winced sympathetically at that second spank. If she were an artist, she might have been tempted to paint and title the pagan scene “Ancient Fertility God with Giant Cock Totally Owning Semi-Reluctant Priestess.” And she had to admit that it was a genius move on their giant’s part – by dominating their beloved, clueless and once pure Sister, it would pave the way for showing the other nuns and girls that it was fruitless to resist what she suspected was the newly born Sisterhood of Colossus.
Uma regretted not having looked into those jaw exercises that supposedly toned one’s cheeks and jaw and neck muscles. What twenty-year-old woman, even a secretly crazed fitness freak nun who toned every muscle in her body, worried about double-chins? Now, if they’d told her that those jaw exercises would come in handy for moments like this…
Her mouth ached, the impossibly tight ring of her lips around Colossus threatening to split her lower face in half, or at least felt like it. Her jaw threatened to dislocate as an imperious shaft of velvety strength squeezed every molecule of air from her mouth, forming a seal lubricated by her own mouth’s slippery juices and the milky male slickness jetting hotly down her frantically gulping throat and escaping through her clamped lips and gushing down her chin and neck, while her teeth scraped the sides of that ginormous phallus as she tried to give her throat some swallowing room. But the silly girls around her – what were they doing? Every time she tried to pull back, sucking up to Colossus’s head, someone’s bare feet planted on her naked back pushed her forward, ignoring her muffled protests of “Ungh! Ungh!” (translated, “Stop! Stop!”) and sending her lips and jaw gliding tightly down that brawny column, the fingers of one hand curling and sliding halfway around the base, the other stroking his balls. Pull, push, suck, swallow, stroke, repeat – the steady friction of the snug O of her hot mouth on an equally hot pillar of enflamed flesh would ensure that she had no lips left after this.
“Esther has a point,” Candy whispered from where she was squashed in between breathless, wriggling bodies. “What does that look like, anyway? One oversize hottie yoked to ten thousand girls? Help me, I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around it.”
“I’d like to wrap something of mine around Colossus,” moaned Hermione from somewhere under Eluri, their naked, nubile bodies a writhing tangle of delicate hands fondling ripe curves, moist lips teasing and licking pink-candy-button nipples, and long shapely thighs grinding each other’s dripping sex in mutual enjoyment.
“Mmmm,” Penelope purred. She was thinking about the math too. Ten thousand girls meant a respite for her aching breasts, and she was certain she would enjoy the idea of exploding their output. She murmured to Melissa, “I think it’s an excellent idea. I’ll call Mrs. Juanvierre to increase our equipment allocation.”
“Extra nurses and chaperons won’t hurt either,” Melissa muttered. She fished for her cellphone to make calls to Ianira and Marissa. As she waited for Ianira to pick up, she continued watching Johnathan and his gaggle of pets surrounding him, transfixed, unaware that she had her index and middle fingers in her mouth and she was sucking delicately on them.
(Original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy)
Johnathan wrapped his left hand about Elinor's hair as she protested, twisting his grip and pulling her head back, so he could look into her eyes. His throbbing length swelled as she worked her sex over the top, the gentle sound of Uma's swallowing echoing throughout the room. "Tsk. A proper pet thanks her Lord for what attention he gives her, and always addresses her Master appropriately." His voice was firm, and a hint of disappointment on his features as he stared into Elinor's eyes. "Now, we try again. First, apologize to your Master for your outburst, and apologize for addressing him improperly..." His voice lingered a bit. Elinor was not the only one to do so, but he could 'punish' Melody and Harmony in due time. "Second, you will thank your Master for his gifts, and beg him for another." His cock bobbed as he waited for a response, dragging Uma's head along with it, pumping still more seed with every swallow. He was quite impressed with how long she had lasted - her belly was probably slightly grown from all the seed he pumped inside of her.
"What, only one thing of yours, Hermoine?" Rika chided, managing to reach across another girl to give Hermoine a playful slap on her rump.
Her sister Kaleigh followed suit. "There may be a hundred of us but there is time for each of us to spend a few hours with... with our Master."
"Our Lord." A few girls acknowledged in unison.
"Melissa dear! I was just about to scold you!" Ianira's voice was cheerful. Clearly, she already knew what was going on. Of course, Melissa figured half the Syndicate in town was already aware. Either she or their daughters had just given them a phone call.
"Mmmm... Plenty of time for punishment when you arrive, dear."
The sound of Uma's swallowing was loud enough that Ianira clearly could hear it. She gave a sharp intake of breath, and a shudder. She said nothing for a time.
"Look who's already in trouble." Melissa giggled.
Ianira coughed lightly. "I-I'm... I'm on my way. Just-"
Melissa turned her phone slightly, so the woman could hear better. "Don't worry, I won't let you miss too much." She teased.
"Ooh, hmm." Mrs. Jaunvierre reacted to the sounds of Uma swallowing. "There are twenty machines on the yacht, and another twenty on the island, itself. I could have the yacht fitted with another set, but it really doesn't have the storage to support that. Instead I could have two sets shipped to the island proper, though it will take some time to arrive. Leaving the yacht at Tonalahu and rotating the girls through it will help... I doubt our crew-women will mind the vacation. Seems Mrs. Pherenelle has won that debate rather thoroughly. "
"I'm told she was rather pleased with herself." Penelope looked between Melissa and Cherry. "I am glad that everyone is so... accepting."
"Not having to sell your daughters is a wonderful luxury."
Penelope nodded uselessly. "What are we going to do with the... product?"
"The ship has accommodations for just that. The crew will show you what to do... between that and how much 'Master' and the rest of you ought to be using, it should be enough until you reach the island. Once you're there you will begin operations immediately. The staff there will help you with that. You'll end up pairing the girls off - one human, one neko."
"Thank you so much darling."
"Anytime dear, anytime. Sounds like you'll be having your... hands full before too long. I'll let you go." *click*
Penelope grinned, putting her phone away and watching the scene. There was one piece still missing, but knowing them, the sisters who were 'in the know' were probably already on their way.
Johnathan wrapped his left hand about Elinor's hair as she protested, twisting his grip and pulling her head back, so he could look into her eyes. His throbbing length swelled as she worked her sex over the top, the gentle sound of Uma's swallowing echoing throughout the room. "Tsk. A proper pet thanks her Lord for what attention he gives her, and always addresses her Master appropriately." His voice was firm, and a hint of disappointment on his features as he stared into Elinor's eyes. "Now, we try again. First, apologize to your Master for your outburst, and apologize for addressing him improperly..." His voice lingered a bit. Elinor was not the only one to do so, but he could 'punish' Melody and Harmony in due time. "Second, you will thank your Master for his gifts, and beg him for another." His cock bobbed as he waited for a response, dragging Uma's head along with it, pumping still more seed with every swallow. He was quite impressed with how long she had lasted - her belly was probably slightly grown from all the seed he pumped inside of her.
"What, only one thing of yours, Hermoine?" Rika chided, managing to reach across another girl to give Hermoine a playful slap on her rump.
Her sister Kaleigh followed suit. "There may be a hundred of us but there is time for each of us to spend a few hours with... with our Master."
"Our Lord." A few girls acknowledged in unison.
"Melissa dear! I was just about to scold you!" Ianira's voice was cheerful. Clearly, she already knew what was going on. Of course, Melissa figured half the Syndicate in town was already aware. Either she or their daughters had just given them a phone call.
"Mmmm... Plenty of time for punishment when you arrive, dear."
The sound of Uma's swallowing was loud enough that Ianira clearly could hear it. She gave a sharp intake of breath, and a shudder. She said nothing for a time.
"Look who's already in trouble." Melissa giggled.
Ianira coughed lightly. "I-I'm... I'm on my way. Just-"
Melissa turned her phone slightly, so the woman could hear better. "Don't worry, I won't let you miss too much." She teased.
"Ooh, hmm." Mrs. Jaunvierre reacted to the sounds of Uma swallowing. "There are twenty machines on the yacht, and another twenty on the island, itself. I could have the yacht fitted with another set, but it really doesn't have the storage to support that. Instead I could have two sets shipped to the island proper, though it will take some time to arrive. Leaving the yacht at Tonalahu and rotating the girls through it will help... I doubt our crew-women will mind the vacation. Seems Mrs. Pherenelle has won that debate rather thoroughly. "
"I'm told she was rather pleased with herself." Penelope looked between Melissa and Cherry. "I am glad that everyone is so... accepting."
"Not having to sell your daughters is a wonderful luxury."
Penelope nodded uselessly. "What are we going to do with the... product?"
"The ship has accommodations for just that. The crew will show you what to do... between that and how much 'Master' and the rest of you ought to be using, it should be enough until you reach the island. Once you're there you will begin operations immediately. The staff there will help you with that. You'll end up pairing the girls off - one human, one neko."
"Thank you so much darling."
"Anytime dear, anytime. Sounds like you'll be having your... hands full before too long. I'll let you go." *click*
Penelope grinned, putting her phone away and watching the scene. There was one piece still missing, but knowing them, the sisters who were 'in the know' were probably already on their way.
(Original post copied from Elliquiy)
Elinor faced a dilemma of epic proportions, perhaps the first one in her life since she had chosen to be a nun. Her will and desire for control warred with her lust and desire for … something else. She was between a proverbial rock and a hard place, lustily riding the rock and soundly branded by the other, as her hotly but pleasurably stinging bottom could attest.
But far from being the torture that she had been warned such forbidden activities would be, she discovered something in her that embraced it wholly, something that had been working to loosen her grasp on her control since she had mounted the monstrous Log, so that when that giant hand gripped and twisted in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes, her control loosened even more, her entire body welcoming the pain.
“Tsk. A proper pet thanks her Lord for what attention he gives her, and always addresses her Master appropriately….Now, we try again. First, apologize to your Master for your outburst, and apologize for addressing him improperly...Second, you will thank your Master for his gifts, and beg him for another."
His eyes were as compelling as her other two points of physical contact with him. If the Holy Trinity had consisted of a pair of disapproving eyes, a giant cock, and a large hand more effective than any Paddle could ever be, then the blessed Trinity had gloriously appeared to her to open her own eyes. Her desire for control utterly melted, and even before he had finished speaking, she was nodding meekly.
“Forgive me, M-Master.” Elinor wasn’t used to the word, but perhaps repetition was the key. “I spoke with ignorance, M-master. You are my Master –“ There, her voice was much firmer and full of sincere conviction on that one “-- and I thank you for being generous with Col---“ She stopped herself in time. “—with your attention.” Tears pooled in her eyes as she gazed up at him pleadingly. She whispered, “Master, I am ignorant and in need of guidance. I think I need another spanking…”
Slender twin hands to their mouths, Melody and Harmony looked at each other from their positions on each side of their… Master. Yes, he was Master now. Months of trying to and finally succeeding in seducing him to the side of the angels had won them the privilege of calling him Master. Where it took their more stubborn Sister a spanking and face-to-face reproof to bring her to her knees, their sensitive souls sensed the reproach in his admonition and brought them to tears at the thought that they could lose him through their own negligence.
“Master,” they mouthed to each other. They frequently acted as each other’s mirror in the absence of an actual mirror, so they tried the word out on their lips while looking at each other.
Mmmm. It felt… right.
“Master,” Harmony said, echoing the word in a reverent whisper in his ear before kneeling down beside him in meek submission.
“Forgive us, Master,” Melody said softly and equally reverently in his other ear before mirroring Harmony and kneeling down. She reached out to Colossus—it was so long that between Elinor and Uma there was still enough length for her to wrap her small hand only halfway around its veined, bursting girth. She looked across uncertainly at Harmony, then up at their Master. How does one address the Master’s cock? She said doubtfully, “Master Colossus?”
At this point, Melissa, still on the phone with Ianira, realized that goosebumps were popping up all over her body. She saw that Elinor’s capitulation to their Lord and Master had already swayed even more girls towards worship. And their Master, she realized, was quite remarkable at multi-tasking. Having completely subjugated their sweet Elinor to his will with his eyes, he was doing a spectacular job wielding Colossus below. Colossus, it appeared, was a badass master puppeteer in his own right.
“Don’t dawdle.” She told Ianira, switching on the video on her phone. “No, you won’t miss anything now, but there’s nothing like a live show with a front row seat…”
Melody and Harmony had discovered that their attention was divided between gazing raptly up at their Master’s face and staring down at the drenched, glistening Colossus in action under Sister Elinor’s thighs and in Sister Uma’s mouth. They nodded to each other, twin tongues slipping out to moisten lips, their swollen pink-tipped breasts tightening and their womanhood throbbing in desire and anticipation. The same thought was in their minds. There were a lot of things their lips, both above and below, needed to adjust to…
Uma had a dilemma of her own. She sensed that she was reaching her limit, her jaw threatening to fall off, and she couldn’t feel her lips anymore-- if they were still there, that is. But there was something right about Colossus plumbing her mouth’s depths… like the ocean surf surging onto the shore, Colossus was a force of nature, the irresistible rhythm of pure sex, male heat and power ravishing her mouth … and if she dared to take a break and slide her mouth tightly up the thick column of Colossus and off the large flared glans, her lips suckling the tip and her wet tongue lapping the intriguingly textured underside of the head, then that force of nature tended to take on the form of an irresistible jetting geyser that gushed a hot milky fountain onto her face and hair and down her neck and over her swollen breasts and down her stomach and between and over her thighs. In fact, a small lake had been fast forming around her, and the silly widgeons were licking it all up– small pink tongues lapping up her smooth, cum-soaked skin, even sucking her aching nipples and probing between her thighs and slurping over and in between the lips of her sex for every last drop. Feeling another force of nature erupting inside her, she shut her eyes, eyelashes now sticky with the salty-sweet nectar from her Master as her lips stemmed the tide the only way possible, by sliding her lips snugly over a slickened Colossus and dragging him back deep into her mouth.
Melody and Harmony craned their necks around Elinor to watch Uma’s technique on Colossus with avid interest and with the intent of learning from her. One good tip: Start naked. It seemed that any clothes one wore would soon be soaked. Melody had to admit that the Sister had suprising stamina, for it looked as if Colossus could go on for hours, and she faltered in wondering if she herself could last so long. Harmony had long felt the rejection of being unable to sing and join the choir, so she was determined that this was something her mouth and throat would excel in even if it killed her. Hopefully, it wouldn’t. But if their Sister could survive this long, so would she!
At that moment, Sister Bryony burst into the room, wild-eyed in disbelief.
“What in God’s name is going on?” she demanded shrilly. “What are you all doing?”
They all stared at her. Most of the expressions included some eye-rolling, as if they couldn’t believe that she had to ask. Bryony was truly aghast, her pretty face under the wimple and lavender hair a picture of bewilderment. Although she couldn’t identify it yet, the very air in the room throbbed with the heady scent of a river of cum building up around Uma and Colossus.
Sisters Jasmine and Xirena came up behind her, twin expressions of concern on their faces. Jasmine grabbed Bryony’s arm and said in a shocked voice, “Is that Uma? Dear Lord, is she--- is she--?”
To Bryony, Uma appeared to be sucking some sort of large flesh-colored cylinder, attached to a—a naked giant who held Elinor by the hair, and Elinor seemed to be straddling that same thick cylinder, while two of her girls intimately flanked the young man on both sides…
Melody and Harmony, ever helpful and kind, opened their mouths to explain that they were in the process of converting their pagan hunk to the Lord, but Sister Bryony had other ideas.
“Uma! Elinor! Stop!” Bryony rushed forward, only one thought in mind—to save her sisters. She was convinced that they wouldn’t be doing what they were doing if they were in their right minds!
She waded her way through human girls and catgirls on the floor who looked up at her in irritation, with Jasmine and Xirena close behind. When she reached Uma, she grabbed the naked nun’s slippery shoulder—Mary Mother of God, what is this? she thought – and dragged the other woman back.
As Uma’s mouth relinquished its attentions on the the giant’s cylinder, and the geyser of Colossus was once again unblocked, a torrent of cream jetted directly and unerringly into Bryony’s mouth and around her lips. She was so shocked that she could hardly explain how she found herself on her knees where Uma had been a second ago, a couple of pairs of hands guiding her head and mouth to the tip of that cream-spouting cylinder, more hands pushing her head forward to take in that impossibly thick girth into her mouth, so that the gush of hot cum had nowhere else to go except down her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed to avoid choking.
“Bryony, meet your new Master,” Jasmine whispered in her ear.
Elinor faced a dilemma of epic proportions, perhaps the first one in her life since she had chosen to be a nun. Her will and desire for control warred with her lust and desire for … something else. She was between a proverbial rock and a hard place, lustily riding the rock and soundly branded by the other, as her hotly but pleasurably stinging bottom could attest.
But far from being the torture that she had been warned such forbidden activities would be, she discovered something in her that embraced it wholly, something that had been working to loosen her grasp on her control since she had mounted the monstrous Log, so that when that giant hand gripped and twisted in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes, her control loosened even more, her entire body welcoming the pain.
“Tsk. A proper pet thanks her Lord for what attention he gives her, and always addresses her Master appropriately….Now, we try again. First, apologize to your Master for your outburst, and apologize for addressing him improperly...Second, you will thank your Master for his gifts, and beg him for another."
His eyes were as compelling as her other two points of physical contact with him. If the Holy Trinity had consisted of a pair of disapproving eyes, a giant cock, and a large hand more effective than any Paddle could ever be, then the blessed Trinity had gloriously appeared to her to open her own eyes. Her desire for control utterly melted, and even before he had finished speaking, she was nodding meekly.
“Forgive me, M-Master.” Elinor wasn’t used to the word, but perhaps repetition was the key. “I spoke with ignorance, M-master. You are my Master –“ There, her voice was much firmer and full of sincere conviction on that one “-- and I thank you for being generous with Col---“ She stopped herself in time. “—with your attention.” Tears pooled in her eyes as she gazed up at him pleadingly. She whispered, “Master, I am ignorant and in need of guidance. I think I need another spanking…”
Slender twin hands to their mouths, Melody and Harmony looked at each other from their positions on each side of their… Master. Yes, he was Master now. Months of trying to and finally succeeding in seducing him to the side of the angels had won them the privilege of calling him Master. Where it took their more stubborn Sister a spanking and face-to-face reproof to bring her to her knees, their sensitive souls sensed the reproach in his admonition and brought them to tears at the thought that they could lose him through their own negligence.
“Master,” they mouthed to each other. They frequently acted as each other’s mirror in the absence of an actual mirror, so they tried the word out on their lips while looking at each other.
Mmmm. It felt… right.
“Master,” Harmony said, echoing the word in a reverent whisper in his ear before kneeling down beside him in meek submission.
“Forgive us, Master,” Melody said softly and equally reverently in his other ear before mirroring Harmony and kneeling down. She reached out to Colossus—it was so long that between Elinor and Uma there was still enough length for her to wrap her small hand only halfway around its veined, bursting girth. She looked across uncertainly at Harmony, then up at their Master. How does one address the Master’s cock? She said doubtfully, “Master Colossus?”
At this point, Melissa, still on the phone with Ianira, realized that goosebumps were popping up all over her body. She saw that Elinor’s capitulation to their Lord and Master had already swayed even more girls towards worship. And their Master, she realized, was quite remarkable at multi-tasking. Having completely subjugated their sweet Elinor to his will with his eyes, he was doing a spectacular job wielding Colossus below. Colossus, it appeared, was a badass master puppeteer in his own right.
“Don’t dawdle.” She told Ianira, switching on the video on her phone. “No, you won’t miss anything now, but there’s nothing like a live show with a front row seat…”
Melody and Harmony had discovered that their attention was divided between gazing raptly up at their Master’s face and staring down at the drenched, glistening Colossus in action under Sister Elinor’s thighs and in Sister Uma’s mouth. They nodded to each other, twin tongues slipping out to moisten lips, their swollen pink-tipped breasts tightening and their womanhood throbbing in desire and anticipation. The same thought was in their minds. There were a lot of things their lips, both above and below, needed to adjust to…
Uma had a dilemma of her own. She sensed that she was reaching her limit, her jaw threatening to fall off, and she couldn’t feel her lips anymore-- if they were still there, that is. But there was something right about Colossus plumbing her mouth’s depths… like the ocean surf surging onto the shore, Colossus was a force of nature, the irresistible rhythm of pure sex, male heat and power ravishing her mouth … and if she dared to take a break and slide her mouth tightly up the thick column of Colossus and off the large flared glans, her lips suckling the tip and her wet tongue lapping the intriguingly textured underside of the head, then that force of nature tended to take on the form of an irresistible jetting geyser that gushed a hot milky fountain onto her face and hair and down her neck and over her swollen breasts and down her stomach and between and over her thighs. In fact, a small lake had been fast forming around her, and the silly widgeons were licking it all up– small pink tongues lapping up her smooth, cum-soaked skin, even sucking her aching nipples and probing between her thighs and slurping over and in between the lips of her sex for every last drop. Feeling another force of nature erupting inside her, she shut her eyes, eyelashes now sticky with the salty-sweet nectar from her Master as her lips stemmed the tide the only way possible, by sliding her lips snugly over a slickened Colossus and dragging him back deep into her mouth.
Melody and Harmony craned their necks around Elinor to watch Uma’s technique on Colossus with avid interest and with the intent of learning from her. One good tip: Start naked. It seemed that any clothes one wore would soon be soaked. Melody had to admit that the Sister had suprising stamina, for it looked as if Colossus could go on for hours, and she faltered in wondering if she herself could last so long. Harmony had long felt the rejection of being unable to sing and join the choir, so she was determined that this was something her mouth and throat would excel in even if it killed her. Hopefully, it wouldn’t. But if their Sister could survive this long, so would she!
At that moment, Sister Bryony burst into the room, wild-eyed in disbelief.
“What in God’s name is going on?” she demanded shrilly. “What are you all doing?”
They all stared at her. Most of the expressions included some eye-rolling, as if they couldn’t believe that she had to ask. Bryony was truly aghast, her pretty face under the wimple and lavender hair a picture of bewilderment. Although she couldn’t identify it yet, the very air in the room throbbed with the heady scent of a river of cum building up around Uma and Colossus.
Sisters Jasmine and Xirena came up behind her, twin expressions of concern on their faces. Jasmine grabbed Bryony’s arm and said in a shocked voice, “Is that Uma? Dear Lord, is she--- is she--?”
To Bryony, Uma appeared to be sucking some sort of large flesh-colored cylinder, attached to a—a naked giant who held Elinor by the hair, and Elinor seemed to be straddling that same thick cylinder, while two of her girls intimately flanked the young man on both sides…
Melody and Harmony, ever helpful and kind, opened their mouths to explain that they were in the process of converting their pagan hunk to the Lord, but Sister Bryony had other ideas.
“Uma! Elinor! Stop!” Bryony rushed forward, only one thought in mind—to save her sisters. She was convinced that they wouldn’t be doing what they were doing if they were in their right minds!
She waded her way through human girls and catgirls on the floor who looked up at her in irritation, with Jasmine and Xirena close behind. When she reached Uma, she grabbed the naked nun’s slippery shoulder—Mary Mother of God, what is this? she thought – and dragged the other woman back.
As Uma’s mouth relinquished its attentions on the the giant’s cylinder, and the geyser of Colossus was once again unblocked, a torrent of cream jetted directly and unerringly into Bryony’s mouth and around her lips. She was so shocked that she could hardly explain how she found herself on her knees where Uma had been a second ago, a couple of pairs of hands guiding her head and mouth to the tip of that cream-spouting cylinder, more hands pushing her head forward to take in that impossibly thick girth into her mouth, so that the gush of hot cum had nowhere else to go except down her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed to avoid choking.
“Bryony, meet your new Master,” Jasmine whispered in her ear.
(Original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy)
Master's cock swelled and flexed beneath Elinor as she spoke, her voice sounding over the resounding, continual gulps her fellow sister made beneath her, the might of the great phallus visibly lifting her some inches.
"No, my little fucktoy. Spanking is a reward, for good behavior - a thing to be earned." He twisted her hair lightly, speaking in a lower, somewhat disappointed tone. "And you have already sinned. Your Master does not want to hear his property refer to themselves in the first person ever again. 'This tiny little fucktoy of yours' will do." He paused for a moment as the twin's cool hands wrapped around his heated shaft, pounding hotly into their fingers, slick with seed, Elinor's juices and Uma's saliva. It was in stark contrast to the heat of the nun's lips on either side of their hands. "Singular, or plural." Noting that one of them had said 'us'.
Uma's occasional breaks led to some of the catgirls struggling with each other to catch the splashes of seed that followed. Lacey managed to sneak her head between the nun's legs, getting a direct view of Master's shaft while she lapped at Uma's sex, her long blue hair quickly drenched by the pool of seed forming under her head. The tip of her tongue circled lightly over the nun's clit, before running up and down the slit beneath, careful not to penetrate. That was for Master.
Lacey pouted when the ever-so rude intruding nun pulled Uma off of her and Master, but cackled mischievously when Bryony was forced over her. Quickly, she worked the well-endowed nun's habit over them, which the other girls eventually divested her of, leaving Lacey once again staring up at their Owner's massive cock, even if it was partly obscured by Bryony's considerable breasts. Tearing through the nun's underwear, the girl began lapping eagerly at her sex, enjoying the taste even before Master filled his new prize past her limit.
The feel of the new nun's lips wrapping around his girth caused his girth to flex and swell, lifting Elinor and the girls' hands upwards, her cooler mouth causing him to give a slight intake of breath - along with her smaller mouth, as her teeth scraped along his girth more tightly. It gave the new nun only the briefest of warnings before he began filling her, and the first sound of her swallowing set off another chain reaction - causing his cock to bob and swell again, shaking both nuns, and producing another eruption of seed - which only repeated each time Bryony swallowed.
Xirena was about to close the door behind her before entering the room, but seeing Gia and her milk - both the cases she was carrying and in her massive breasts - bounding towards the house, she smiled, waved, an proceeded to follow Bryony, unable to wipe the grin off her face at the sight of the innocent nun pulling Uma free of... well she supposed he was their Master, now. The Syndicate was nothing if not clear.
She couldn't reach Bryony. Another little slut had worked herself into the fray as the girls stripped the new arrivals of their clothing, and her hands joined Jasmine's in pressing the doubter onto the massive glans before her. The thick sound of Bryony's first swallow was alone enough to bring her to her knees. Did not know they could get that big... She thought, staring at the massive girth past the sea of female flesh. Another girl - a catgirl this time, wrapped her in an embrace, kissing her deeply, and Xirena could clearly taste what could only be Master's seed on the catgirl's tongue.
Gia was in a daze, her vision blurring. The top buttons of her shirt had already popped off from the force of her heaving, and the few that remained were visibly straining with her every panting breath. She doubled her pace when she spotted the nuns at the door, and one of them was kind enough to leave the door open for her. Even if Gia's hands weren't each holding a case of milk, there was no way she could do much more than paw at a doorknob at this point.
The scent hit her before she reached the driveway. It was invigorating, like spotting an oasis in a vast desert - a strikingly accurate metaphor, considering. She found herself licking her lips in anticipation, and inhaling a bit too deeply without quite thinking, causing an audible rip as her shirt tore further.
Rushing up the driveway, she managed to make it through the open door before her top completely disintegrated. She closed the door with her leg as she set the milk down.
Melissa could not resist commenting. "Not even the hammocks could hold them. I see Master's milk has arrived. What's in the cases?"
The older catgirl was in far too much of a haze from the scent of her Master's seed and her own desperation to acquire even a drop to make any remotely coherent reply. Instinctively dropping to her knees, she crawled forward, looking for a suitable victim - the area around Master was too crowded.
At this point, there was nothing recognizably nun-like about Uma. For some reason, though, the girls were giving her face room to breathe, though they lapped up her lower portions with the same abandon they were lapping up the pool around the other nun. Why, Gia didn't know. Gia didn't care. Gia pounced, locking her lips to Uma's, tongue dancing inside her mouth, eagerly sucking every drop of seed from the lucky human woman's mouth, her massive breasts pressing against the paler woman's.
Somewhere in the fray, another girl deftly relieved Gia of her skirt. For this she was grateful, as she was then able to better straddle the woman.
The sound of a phone ringing came from Johnathan's shorts, which had migrated some distance across the room. Isabella reached in, pulling out the phone and - glancing at the name and seeing 'Petricia' - she chose to answer. "Dvenalay residence!" She exclaimed cheerfully.
The voice that followed had a thick accent. "So that's where the flock of you migrated to. Could I speak to-" A particularly loud gurgling sound from Bryony stopped her. "...I guess he's a bit busy, isn't he?"
Isabella aimed the phone's camera at Bryony and took a snapshot, only smiling.
"Dearest Goddess, I didn't know-" Petricia stopped herself before saying too much. "-is Cherry available?"
"Mmmmhmmm! I'll try to get the phone over to her. You should all come over! We can bring you to Tonalahu too!" The girls were a bit divided as to what to do with Johnathan's 'girlfriends'. They were less polite about their disrespect for Christianity than he was.
Petricia spoke over the sound of various noises as Isabella struggled her way through a mass of female flesh. "Oh we plan on it, dearest little cumrag, but we have errands to run for Master before we can show up."
Isabella wasn't sure how she felt about what Petricia called her. A half hour ago she would have been offended. Now, though... there was a hierarchy forming, and she well understood her place in it. Reaching her phone towards Cherry, Isabella said simply. "Pet... Petricia asked for you."
Cherry reached over a couple of girls to take the phone from the other catgirl. "Hello love. Things are going quite swimmingly here, how about yourselves?"
"Other than hearing about Master's success from your mother, pretty much the same." Petricia teased. "We're going to need a list of things Master wants to take with him. We've got most of it, I think, but shipping rates to remote islands are a bit out of our league."
Cherry giggled. "Mmmhmmm. We'll get a list of items Master requires when he's uh. Less occupied. Oh, and, welcome to the Fold, love."
"Hmm, should say the same to you. Could you be a good little slave and turn on the video? We want to watch Master claim those sanctimonious cunts."
Cherry smiled, leaning back and turning on the recording. Not much of 'Colossus' was visible from Cherry's angle, but that wasn't going to be a problem when it came time for deflowering.
Master's cock swelled and flexed beneath Elinor as she spoke, her voice sounding over the resounding, continual gulps her fellow sister made beneath her, the might of the great phallus visibly lifting her some inches.
"No, my little fucktoy. Spanking is a reward, for good behavior - a thing to be earned." He twisted her hair lightly, speaking in a lower, somewhat disappointed tone. "And you have already sinned. Your Master does not want to hear his property refer to themselves in the first person ever again. 'This tiny little fucktoy of yours' will do." He paused for a moment as the twin's cool hands wrapped around his heated shaft, pounding hotly into their fingers, slick with seed, Elinor's juices and Uma's saliva. It was in stark contrast to the heat of the nun's lips on either side of their hands. "Singular, or plural." Noting that one of them had said 'us'.
Uma's occasional breaks led to some of the catgirls struggling with each other to catch the splashes of seed that followed. Lacey managed to sneak her head between the nun's legs, getting a direct view of Master's shaft while she lapped at Uma's sex, her long blue hair quickly drenched by the pool of seed forming under her head. The tip of her tongue circled lightly over the nun's clit, before running up and down the slit beneath, careful not to penetrate. That was for Master.
Lacey pouted when the ever-so rude intruding nun pulled Uma off of her and Master, but cackled mischievously when Bryony was forced over her. Quickly, she worked the well-endowed nun's habit over them, which the other girls eventually divested her of, leaving Lacey once again staring up at their Owner's massive cock, even if it was partly obscured by Bryony's considerable breasts. Tearing through the nun's underwear, the girl began lapping eagerly at her sex, enjoying the taste even before Master filled his new prize past her limit.
The feel of the new nun's lips wrapping around his girth caused his girth to flex and swell, lifting Elinor and the girls' hands upwards, her cooler mouth causing him to give a slight intake of breath - along with her smaller mouth, as her teeth scraped along his girth more tightly. It gave the new nun only the briefest of warnings before he began filling her, and the first sound of her swallowing set off another chain reaction - causing his cock to bob and swell again, shaking both nuns, and producing another eruption of seed - which only repeated each time Bryony swallowed.
Xirena was about to close the door behind her before entering the room, but seeing Gia and her milk - both the cases she was carrying and in her massive breasts - bounding towards the house, she smiled, waved, an proceeded to follow Bryony, unable to wipe the grin off her face at the sight of the innocent nun pulling Uma free of... well she supposed he was their Master, now. The Syndicate was nothing if not clear.
She couldn't reach Bryony. Another little slut had worked herself into the fray as the girls stripped the new arrivals of their clothing, and her hands joined Jasmine's in pressing the doubter onto the massive glans before her. The thick sound of Bryony's first swallow was alone enough to bring her to her knees. Did not know they could get that big... She thought, staring at the massive girth past the sea of female flesh. Another girl - a catgirl this time, wrapped her in an embrace, kissing her deeply, and Xirena could clearly taste what could only be Master's seed on the catgirl's tongue.
Gia was in a daze, her vision blurring. The top buttons of her shirt had already popped off from the force of her heaving, and the few that remained were visibly straining with her every panting breath. She doubled her pace when she spotted the nuns at the door, and one of them was kind enough to leave the door open for her. Even if Gia's hands weren't each holding a case of milk, there was no way she could do much more than paw at a doorknob at this point.
The scent hit her before she reached the driveway. It was invigorating, like spotting an oasis in a vast desert - a strikingly accurate metaphor, considering. She found herself licking her lips in anticipation, and inhaling a bit too deeply without quite thinking, causing an audible rip as her shirt tore further.
Rushing up the driveway, she managed to make it through the open door before her top completely disintegrated. She closed the door with her leg as she set the milk down.
Melissa could not resist commenting. "Not even the hammocks could hold them. I see Master's milk has arrived. What's in the cases?"
The older catgirl was in far too much of a haze from the scent of her Master's seed and her own desperation to acquire even a drop to make any remotely coherent reply. Instinctively dropping to her knees, she crawled forward, looking for a suitable victim - the area around Master was too crowded.
At this point, there was nothing recognizably nun-like about Uma. For some reason, though, the girls were giving her face room to breathe, though they lapped up her lower portions with the same abandon they were lapping up the pool around the other nun. Why, Gia didn't know. Gia didn't care. Gia pounced, locking her lips to Uma's, tongue dancing inside her mouth, eagerly sucking every drop of seed from the lucky human woman's mouth, her massive breasts pressing against the paler woman's.
Somewhere in the fray, another girl deftly relieved Gia of her skirt. For this she was grateful, as she was then able to better straddle the woman.
The sound of a phone ringing came from Johnathan's shorts, which had migrated some distance across the room. Isabella reached in, pulling out the phone and - glancing at the name and seeing 'Petricia' - she chose to answer. "Dvenalay residence!" She exclaimed cheerfully.
The voice that followed had a thick accent. "So that's where the flock of you migrated to. Could I speak to-" A particularly loud gurgling sound from Bryony stopped her. "...I guess he's a bit busy, isn't he?"
Isabella aimed the phone's camera at Bryony and took a snapshot, only smiling.
"Dearest Goddess, I didn't know-" Petricia stopped herself before saying too much. "-is Cherry available?"
"Mmmmhmmm! I'll try to get the phone over to her. You should all come over! We can bring you to Tonalahu too!" The girls were a bit divided as to what to do with Johnathan's 'girlfriends'. They were less polite about their disrespect for Christianity than he was.
Petricia spoke over the sound of various noises as Isabella struggled her way through a mass of female flesh. "Oh we plan on it, dearest little cumrag, but we have errands to run for Master before we can show up."
Isabella wasn't sure how she felt about what Petricia called her. A half hour ago she would have been offended. Now, though... there was a hierarchy forming, and she well understood her place in it. Reaching her phone towards Cherry, Isabella said simply. "Pet... Petricia asked for you."
Cherry reached over a couple of girls to take the phone from the other catgirl. "Hello love. Things are going quite swimmingly here, how about yourselves?"
"Other than hearing about Master's success from your mother, pretty much the same." Petricia teased. "We're going to need a list of things Master wants to take with him. We've got most of it, I think, but shipping rates to remote islands are a bit out of our league."
Cherry giggled. "Mmmhmmm. We'll get a list of items Master requires when he's uh. Less occupied. Oh, and, welcome to the Fold, love."
"Hmm, should say the same to you. Could you be a good little slave and turn on the video? We want to watch Master claim those sanctimonious cunts."
Cherry smiled, leaning back and turning on the recording. Not much of 'Colossus' was visible from Cherry's angle, but that wasn't going to be a problem when it came time for deflowering.
(original post copied from Elliquiy)
Melody’s heart-shaped face was a picture of angelic contrition at Master’s chastisement as she remembered she had said ‘Forgive us, Master.’
“Yes Master,” she said softly, nodding. It took her all of two seconds to adjust to his new command. After all, if the role God had set for him was to be Lord and Master of all the girls, then their proper and logical roles were to be his tiny little fucktoys for the glory of God.
She looked across at her sister to see if Harmony was on the same page. Harmony was not only on the same page, her hand had somehow landed on the same regal cock that Melody’s hand was grasping. A look of awe, delight and triumph passed between them as their small hands caressed Master’s thickness, their slender fingers squeezing and their palms gliding reverently along that large, hot, slippery stele of flesh.
For them, there was a sort of sacredness to the moment. In lieu of a Bible to place their hands on to be sworn into fucktoyhood, Colossus was just as appropriate, Harmony thought. When another wet surge of Master’s seed inundated Elinor’s already flooded valley, Uma’s mouth, and their hands, an expression of almost spiritual bliss crossed Melody’s face as if she had just received a blessing from the divine, rendering her features even more angelic under her silk-white hair.
Elinor moaned as Colossus jostled her sore, swollen sex now drenched by an intriguingly silky mélange of their body juices. As Master’s hand twisted her hair, tears came to her eyes at the injustice of the universe. She had been good all her life, but she had never, ever been rewarded like that.
It was taking Elinor quite a bit more than two seconds to adjust. “I – “ Her eyes widened at her gaffe, then she rushed to fix her mistake. “I mean -- “ She paused with a frustrated frown. She could tell it was going to take her a while to unlearn that shortest and most basic of words, the foundation of self-identity. But she was nothing if not determined, so she plunged on. “Uh, that is, this tiny little fucktoy of yours means, Master, that, uh, this tiny little fucktoy of yours is sorry,” she said in a breathless stammer, very much feeling as if she were back in her senior class in front of a displeased schoolmaster. “Please forgive m-- this tiny little fucktoy of yours. Th-this tiny little fucktoy of yours will try to be good.”
Uma may have been secretly training for a marathon, but no marathon had ever required that she suck on an uber-phallus whose diameter was well past the capacity of the tight circle of her lips while her throat gulped hot liquid jetting from Master’s cock as if she were dying of thirst, a thirst drowned by Master’s potent cum filling her belly almost to bursting. While it seemed that Master was master of this particular marathon orgy, she was dying… dying a shockingly sweet death, that is, from Lacey’s busy little tongue. As Bryony pulled her off abruptly from Colossus, Uma’s body was wracked by unfamiliar convulsions of pleasure so that she collapsed on the sticky floor. Panting and dazed, she spared Sister Bryony a look of gratitude, handing off the baton in spirit, if not exactly in deed.
For Bryony, the baton passed to her was really more like a thick cudgel stuffed into her virgin mouth. Her throat made burbling sounds of protest as that enormous glans seemed bent on choking and drowning her with an explosion of a searing jet of cream. She would have pulled away, her lips trying to slide wetly back from around that suffocating hunk of rigid flesh, except that several hands had not only stripped her down to nothing, they were also holding her fast to her captor. And Lacey… Dear Lord, what were they doing to her? Oh, they were sooo in trouble now!
As Uma did before her, she gulped instinctively, shuddering as Lacey’s slurping tongue inexplicably unearthed a buried source of pleasure… and that virile torrent that had first creamed her lips and jaw was already working in her bloodstream, its potency many times what most of the other girls had drunk that night.
As her desperate swallowing diverted Master’s seed down her throat, her glazed eyes swept upwards to the one they called her new Master. Of course, Elinor blocked most of her view, looking almost unrecognizable in brazen nakedness, her lavender hair wild around her face and shoulders, eyes equally wild and dazed… and the sight of her sister’s wet, gleaming sex sliding along that thick, meaty mount nearly shocked Bryony senseless. But even with Elinor in the way, there was no denying the young giant. It wasn’t just that his slickened, engorged phallus overfilled and tightly plumbed her mouth so thoroughly as the the rhythm of its vigorous bobbing forced her stretched lips to surge back and forth along the tip of that hot, throbbing shaft. When her wide, dilated brown eyes found Master’s face, something inside her fell into place.
Master… The word seemed, somehow, right … and with each swallow of copious seed, and with each quivering shock of delight that shot through her body from Lacey’s insistent tongue lapping at her wet nether lips, the word became her reality.
When Elinor’s phallic ride bucked powerfully under her, taking Bryony, Harmony and Melody with it in an irresistible upsurge, Bryony’s own little ride in the form of Lacey’s tongue culminated in shattering ecstasy. She had no choice but to grab onto Master’s muscled thighs, frantically breathing through her nostrils to regain breath stolen by bliss while continuing to suck and gulp in time to Master’s eruptions, her trembling fingers digging helplessly and convulsively into rippling sinew.
Melody’s moment of transcendental nirvana ended abruptly, giving way to less-than-angelic glee as she counted the number of Sister Elinor’s unaccustomed “F-“ bombs. She and Harmony could hardly believe how well Master’s conversion was going. They watched in delight as another supplicant came to relieve Sister Uma and kneel and take her fill of Colossus. At this point, with every part of their bodies already reserved for Master’s use and benefit -- particularly their large, firmly swelling breasts feeling ever so hot from the creation process initiated by Master-flavored milk -- they already saw themselves as not just Master’s tiny little fucktoys, but also as his devoted priestesses, jealously guarding Master’s pleasure and Colossus’s well-being for God’s glory.
And Colossus – well, what was there not worthy of worship of an entity that not only seemed to have the endurance and stamina of a stallion, but also apparently able to sweep girly asses many times its weight into the air, including theirs? Harmony couldn’t help feeling as if she should join Sister Elinor on her bareback mount – there was room for another girly ass on that wildly delicious and spacious ride, she thought. Meanwhile, Melody admiringly observed how pretty Sister Bryony’s pink skin looked under Master’s glistening cream, even with soft lips and cheeks and jaw nearly splitting to accommodate just a fraction of Colossus’s python-like length and girth pumping into her mouth.
Jasmine watched to make sure that Bryony was properly latched on to the pagan giant’s imposing cock, and had to chuckle and wriggle away as girls squirmed around her to get to the liquid treasure that had pooled not just on the floor but on naked silken bodies within jetting distance, particularly Uma’s. She was amused to see her sister had not escaped a catgirl’s attentions. While she evaded the soft press of arched bodies and sinuous limbs, barely managing to escape herself, she could smell the seductive lure of Master’s cum. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to resist it for now. She knew her time with Master would come. At the moment, she, like Cherry, Penelope and Melissa, was highly entertained by the breathtaking vision of the naked young god exerting his natural dominance over his field of slaves. And she and Xirena were there to enforce good behavior, after all.
Melissa chuckled as Gia ignored her. Her friend’s entrance was heralded by her two desperately aroused and inflamed companions, each on blatant alert and homing in unerringly on Master. It was not possible to contain such epic breasts, and Melissa was put in mind of a tank bristling two deadly milk cannons as the catgirl crawled and plowed her way determinedly through the mass of wriggling, moaning, licking, writhing bodies, her sinuous tail waving in the air like a battle standard. Most of the girls who were in her way were too awed or aroused themselves by Gia’s natural weapons to protest, rolling or scooting back to make room for her relentless advance.
If Gia was the tank, Uma was the pitifully defended bunker flattened by the tank. She had been too exhausted to do much more than arch her supple back as she lay on the sticky floor, her hair a damp, tangled confusion around her head, and moan in pleasure as a small army of tongues from Simone, Olivia, Giselle and Millicent seemed intent on cleaning every inch of her lower body, slurping and sucking and licking over her smooth damp legs and in every silky nook and cranny in the wet gorge between her thighs, Olivia’s and Giselle’s hands bending her legs out of the way to drain not just Master’s seed that had flowed down her body but her honey as well.
When the Gia-tank claimed her prize and planted herself atop her conquered terrain, there was no contest. What little breath she had escaped Uma in a whoosh. “Umph! Gia--?” It seemed odd to finally talk, her sore lips and jaw muscles and mouth having been recently and abundantly occupied by Master. Unfortunately, she barely had time to voice her question before the other woman’s lips clamped on hers. This was an invasion of a different kind—not the wet imperious kiss of a god among cocks, but the wet hungry kiss of a soft mouth and agile tongue. Uma’s own tongue tried in vain to defend itself and its territory, but ended up clashing and twining with that insistent appendage in a pool of Master’s potent seed and the strangely sweet juices of their mingled mouths.
Moreover, Gia’s ginormous breasts pinned Uma down implacably, Uma’s round, generous globes straining with their own cache of milk, coral-pink nipples mutely protesting their subjugation to the other woman’s superior forces and ending up spurting milk from the pressure. As their breasts wrestled and became coated with a slick layer of Master’s seed and milk, Gia straddled her, Simone, Olivia, Giselle and Millicent wisely giving way to the imposing rump of the Gia-tank. Suddenly, Uma felt the shockingly pleasurable sensation of another woman’s slickness rubbing against her smooth mons, already enflamed by the attention of so many tongues and fingers… and with a moan against Gia’s mouth, her hands latched onto the other woman’s hips, her own hips tilting up instinctively to seek a better, more intimate angle of contact.
Melody’s heart-shaped face was a picture of angelic contrition at Master’s chastisement as she remembered she had said ‘Forgive us, Master.’
“Yes Master,” she said softly, nodding. It took her all of two seconds to adjust to his new command. After all, if the role God had set for him was to be Lord and Master of all the girls, then their proper and logical roles were to be his tiny little fucktoys for the glory of God.
She looked across at her sister to see if Harmony was on the same page. Harmony was not only on the same page, her hand had somehow landed on the same regal cock that Melody’s hand was grasping. A look of awe, delight and triumph passed between them as their small hands caressed Master’s thickness, their slender fingers squeezing and their palms gliding reverently along that large, hot, slippery stele of flesh.
For them, there was a sort of sacredness to the moment. In lieu of a Bible to place their hands on to be sworn into fucktoyhood, Colossus was just as appropriate, Harmony thought. When another wet surge of Master’s seed inundated Elinor’s already flooded valley, Uma’s mouth, and their hands, an expression of almost spiritual bliss crossed Melody’s face as if she had just received a blessing from the divine, rendering her features even more angelic under her silk-white hair.
Elinor moaned as Colossus jostled her sore, swollen sex now drenched by an intriguingly silky mélange of their body juices. As Master’s hand twisted her hair, tears came to her eyes at the injustice of the universe. She had been good all her life, but she had never, ever been rewarded like that.
It was taking Elinor quite a bit more than two seconds to adjust. “I – “ Her eyes widened at her gaffe, then she rushed to fix her mistake. “I mean -- “ She paused with a frustrated frown. She could tell it was going to take her a while to unlearn that shortest and most basic of words, the foundation of self-identity. But she was nothing if not determined, so she plunged on. “Uh, that is, this tiny little fucktoy of yours means, Master, that, uh, this tiny little fucktoy of yours is sorry,” she said in a breathless stammer, very much feeling as if she were back in her senior class in front of a displeased schoolmaster. “Please forgive m-- this tiny little fucktoy of yours. Th-this tiny little fucktoy of yours will try to be good.”
Uma may have been secretly training for a marathon, but no marathon had ever required that she suck on an uber-phallus whose diameter was well past the capacity of the tight circle of her lips while her throat gulped hot liquid jetting from Master’s cock as if she were dying of thirst, a thirst drowned by Master’s potent cum filling her belly almost to bursting. While it seemed that Master was master of this particular marathon orgy, she was dying… dying a shockingly sweet death, that is, from Lacey’s busy little tongue. As Bryony pulled her off abruptly from Colossus, Uma’s body was wracked by unfamiliar convulsions of pleasure so that she collapsed on the sticky floor. Panting and dazed, she spared Sister Bryony a look of gratitude, handing off the baton in spirit, if not exactly in deed.
For Bryony, the baton passed to her was really more like a thick cudgel stuffed into her virgin mouth. Her throat made burbling sounds of protest as that enormous glans seemed bent on choking and drowning her with an explosion of a searing jet of cream. She would have pulled away, her lips trying to slide wetly back from around that suffocating hunk of rigid flesh, except that several hands had not only stripped her down to nothing, they were also holding her fast to her captor. And Lacey… Dear Lord, what were they doing to her? Oh, they were sooo in trouble now!
As Uma did before her, she gulped instinctively, shuddering as Lacey’s slurping tongue inexplicably unearthed a buried source of pleasure… and that virile torrent that had first creamed her lips and jaw was already working in her bloodstream, its potency many times what most of the other girls had drunk that night.
As her desperate swallowing diverted Master’s seed down her throat, her glazed eyes swept upwards to the one they called her new Master. Of course, Elinor blocked most of her view, looking almost unrecognizable in brazen nakedness, her lavender hair wild around her face and shoulders, eyes equally wild and dazed… and the sight of her sister’s wet, gleaming sex sliding along that thick, meaty mount nearly shocked Bryony senseless. But even with Elinor in the way, there was no denying the young giant. It wasn’t just that his slickened, engorged phallus overfilled and tightly plumbed her mouth so thoroughly as the the rhythm of its vigorous bobbing forced her stretched lips to surge back and forth along the tip of that hot, throbbing shaft. When her wide, dilated brown eyes found Master’s face, something inside her fell into place.
Master… The word seemed, somehow, right … and with each swallow of copious seed, and with each quivering shock of delight that shot through her body from Lacey’s insistent tongue lapping at her wet nether lips, the word became her reality.
When Elinor’s phallic ride bucked powerfully under her, taking Bryony, Harmony and Melody with it in an irresistible upsurge, Bryony’s own little ride in the form of Lacey’s tongue culminated in shattering ecstasy. She had no choice but to grab onto Master’s muscled thighs, frantically breathing through her nostrils to regain breath stolen by bliss while continuing to suck and gulp in time to Master’s eruptions, her trembling fingers digging helplessly and convulsively into rippling sinew.
Melody’s moment of transcendental nirvana ended abruptly, giving way to less-than-angelic glee as she counted the number of Sister Elinor’s unaccustomed “F-“ bombs. She and Harmony could hardly believe how well Master’s conversion was going. They watched in delight as another supplicant came to relieve Sister Uma and kneel and take her fill of Colossus. At this point, with every part of their bodies already reserved for Master’s use and benefit -- particularly their large, firmly swelling breasts feeling ever so hot from the creation process initiated by Master-flavored milk -- they already saw themselves as not just Master’s tiny little fucktoys, but also as his devoted priestesses, jealously guarding Master’s pleasure and Colossus’s well-being for God’s glory.
And Colossus – well, what was there not worthy of worship of an entity that not only seemed to have the endurance and stamina of a stallion, but also apparently able to sweep girly asses many times its weight into the air, including theirs? Harmony couldn’t help feeling as if she should join Sister Elinor on her bareback mount – there was room for another girly ass on that wildly delicious and spacious ride, she thought. Meanwhile, Melody admiringly observed how pretty Sister Bryony’s pink skin looked under Master’s glistening cream, even with soft lips and cheeks and jaw nearly splitting to accommodate just a fraction of Colossus’s python-like length and girth pumping into her mouth.
Jasmine watched to make sure that Bryony was properly latched on to the pagan giant’s imposing cock, and had to chuckle and wriggle away as girls squirmed around her to get to the liquid treasure that had pooled not just on the floor but on naked silken bodies within jetting distance, particularly Uma’s. She was amused to see her sister had not escaped a catgirl’s attentions. While she evaded the soft press of arched bodies and sinuous limbs, barely managing to escape herself, she could smell the seductive lure of Master’s cum. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to resist it for now. She knew her time with Master would come. At the moment, she, like Cherry, Penelope and Melissa, was highly entertained by the breathtaking vision of the naked young god exerting his natural dominance over his field of slaves. And she and Xirena were there to enforce good behavior, after all.
Melissa chuckled as Gia ignored her. Her friend’s entrance was heralded by her two desperately aroused and inflamed companions, each on blatant alert and homing in unerringly on Master. It was not possible to contain such epic breasts, and Melissa was put in mind of a tank bristling two deadly milk cannons as the catgirl crawled and plowed her way determinedly through the mass of wriggling, moaning, licking, writhing bodies, her sinuous tail waving in the air like a battle standard. Most of the girls who were in her way were too awed or aroused themselves by Gia’s natural weapons to protest, rolling or scooting back to make room for her relentless advance.
If Gia was the tank, Uma was the pitifully defended bunker flattened by the tank. She had been too exhausted to do much more than arch her supple back as she lay on the sticky floor, her hair a damp, tangled confusion around her head, and moan in pleasure as a small army of tongues from Simone, Olivia, Giselle and Millicent seemed intent on cleaning every inch of her lower body, slurping and sucking and licking over her smooth damp legs and in every silky nook and cranny in the wet gorge between her thighs, Olivia’s and Giselle’s hands bending her legs out of the way to drain not just Master’s seed that had flowed down her body but her honey as well.
When the Gia-tank claimed her prize and planted herself atop her conquered terrain, there was no contest. What little breath she had escaped Uma in a whoosh. “Umph! Gia--?” It seemed odd to finally talk, her sore lips and jaw muscles and mouth having been recently and abundantly occupied by Master. Unfortunately, she barely had time to voice her question before the other woman’s lips clamped on hers. This was an invasion of a different kind—not the wet imperious kiss of a god among cocks, but the wet hungry kiss of a soft mouth and agile tongue. Uma’s own tongue tried in vain to defend itself and its territory, but ended up clashing and twining with that insistent appendage in a pool of Master’s potent seed and the strangely sweet juices of their mingled mouths.
Moreover, Gia’s ginormous breasts pinned Uma down implacably, Uma’s round, generous globes straining with their own cache of milk, coral-pink nipples mutely protesting their subjugation to the other woman’s superior forces and ending up spurting milk from the pressure. As their breasts wrestled and became coated with a slick layer of Master’s seed and milk, Gia straddled her, Simone, Olivia, Giselle and Millicent wisely giving way to the imposing rump of the Gia-tank. Suddenly, Uma felt the shockingly pleasurable sensation of another woman’s slickness rubbing against her smooth mons, already enflamed by the attention of so many tongues and fingers… and with a moan against Gia’s mouth, her hands latched onto the other woman’s hips, her own hips tilting up instinctively to seek a better, more intimate angle of contact.
(original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy)
Every slightest twitch of Melody and Harmony’s hands drew a mighty quiver from his shaft, visibly shaking both nuns and giving Bryony still more to swallow. The thick, angry-red glans quaking through her head
Johnathan looked down at his newly obescient prize, still tightly gripping her hair. Once she finally learned her proper place, he drew his hand back to reward her with a harsh, resounding *SPANK*, a swell of his cock anticipating her reaction pumped Bryony’s mouth full of still more of his spend.
Cherry was getting increasingly flustered. She’d avoided drinking, to keep hold of her wits longer than the other catgirls, but she must have inhaled enough of the scent for it to mark her anyway. Though she tried to keep the phone on Master, she found her own gaze drifting to her sister… well, half-sister. The difference in their tans was going to be obvious by the time Summer was over.
“Mother, which of us is father’s real daughter?”
“Neither of you, dear.”
Gia’s heaving breasts straddled poor Uma much as her legs did, their respective positions exaggerating the differences between their cleavage. Her hips raised in the air, waving them seductively so as to lure one of the catgirls lapping at Uma to her own sex. She let out a tight squeal into Uma’s mouth when a girl finally licked across her slit. The overendowed chaperon eagerly mistook the nun’s attempt at resistance for enthusiasm, and wholeheartedly gave herself to tongue-wrestling, emitting a muffled groan as she twisted her face over the nun’s.
“That bitch choking on Master’s dick is having it far too easy.” Petricia grumbled. “She should be sobbing and squealing into it like whatshercunt is about to.”
“Elinor-”
“It’s sweet that you think I care. It’s sad that you do.”
“Y-you think I should go over and-”
“Master would appreciate a few more cumrags taking initiative.”
Cherry bit her lip. Her mother had warned her about Johnathan’s - Master’s - current girlfriends. Even the newest ones had more sexual experience than any girl in the room by default. Though Petricia and Nebelle were by far the most dominant of them. She let her frustration with them build, to the point of panting and shaking.
Taking care to keep Master’s phone out of harm’s way, Cherry wormed her way through the crowd of girls, eventually coming to kneel beside Bryony. Handing the phone to Amanda across the nun’s back, Cherry spoke. “It’s Petricia! They want to watch.”
Amanda’s arm rubbed against Harmony’s kneeling legs as she tried to get a good, stable view. “You know we’re all jealous that you heathens got impaled on that first…”
“We’ll see how well your faith holds up on top of it.”
She looked up at Harmony, wondering if she heard. Instinctively, the blonde girl twisted her hips and writhed at the mention of riding it like Elinor was. Another choking spurt from Bryony send Master’s seed flying - some of it landing over her legs. Lisa managed to squeeze her way in and began licking it up.
Cherry gripped Bryony’s hair with her newly free hand, wrapping her hand in it and pulling it taut, twisting it lightly. Her other hand reached down the nun’s now-bare backside, keeping an eye on Johnathan’s hand to time her own spanks with his.
The pink-haired catgirl allowed her irritation at Petricia and jealousy over her own sister to overcome her, focusing on taking out her anger on the nun that rivalled her sister in endowment. “You are failing to give Master all the pleasure you are able, you self-centered cunt..” The scent of his seed was bringing out the latent tigress within. “You see the hands in front of your nose? What do you think your hands should be doing?”
“Hey, hey! Cherry can you hear me?”
Amanda brought the phone closer to the scene, so Cherry could better hear Petricia. She noted that Master had paused, the gentle bobs of his cock and occasional spurts of seed into Bryony’s mouth being the only ‘action’ from him since Cherry arrived.
The catgirl’s eyes went to the phone in acknowledgment.
“Repeat after me, Cherry.”
She gave a nod in response, her gaze stern.
“While you serve Master’s cock, my hands are His hands,”
“While you serve Master’s cock, my hands are His hands,”
“and you are no more worthy of their touch than you are of a single drop of His seed.”
“and you are no more worthy of their touch than you are of a single drop of His seed.”
“You will thank your Lord and Master each time His hand strikes you;”
“You will thank your Lord and Master each time His hand strikes you;”
“this does not absolve you from serving your Master.”
“this does not absolve you from serving your Master.”
“When you fail, you have no excuse,”
“When you fail, you have no excuse,”
“it is simply a reflection of how unworthy you are.”
“it is simply a reflection of how unworthy you are.”
“And so help me Goddess I am going to make that ungrateful cunt regret each and every second her hands are not where they belong.”
Cherry closed her eyes and lips for a moment, carefully stifling a reaction - especially in Melody and Harmony’s presence. She knew better than to repeat that. Still, she twisted the nun’s hair a bit tighter, speaking softly. “I know you heard her, it’s not a good idea to make Petricia angry.”
Xirena watched the scene with no small amount of trepidation, her hands absentmindedly tormenting the hair and tails of the catgirls next to her. The syndicate had groomed Jasmine and herself to be the primary dommes - keeping the rest of the silly little kittens in line.
They had expected to give themselves to Johnathan long before now - but Dvenalay made it clear she was satisfied with the boy’s current arrangement. She never got to meet Petricia or the others - the girls and nuns were keen on a ‘divide and conquer’ strategy.
The current display was making it quite clear why they were displaced. Plenty of kittens for the lot of us.
Still, there was no denying that there was going to be a power struggle, and Xirena pondered how they could make up for their disadvantage.
Every slightest twitch of Melody and Harmony’s hands drew a mighty quiver from his shaft, visibly shaking both nuns and giving Bryony still more to swallow. The thick, angry-red glans quaking through her head
Johnathan looked down at his newly obescient prize, still tightly gripping her hair. Once she finally learned her proper place, he drew his hand back to reward her with a harsh, resounding *SPANK*, a swell of his cock anticipating her reaction pumped Bryony’s mouth full of still more of his spend.
Cherry was getting increasingly flustered. She’d avoided drinking, to keep hold of her wits longer than the other catgirls, but she must have inhaled enough of the scent for it to mark her anyway. Though she tried to keep the phone on Master, she found her own gaze drifting to her sister… well, half-sister. The difference in their tans was going to be obvious by the time Summer was over.
“Mother, which of us is father’s real daughter?”
“Neither of you, dear.”
Gia’s heaving breasts straddled poor Uma much as her legs did, their respective positions exaggerating the differences between their cleavage. Her hips raised in the air, waving them seductively so as to lure one of the catgirls lapping at Uma to her own sex. She let out a tight squeal into Uma’s mouth when a girl finally licked across her slit. The overendowed chaperon eagerly mistook the nun’s attempt at resistance for enthusiasm, and wholeheartedly gave herself to tongue-wrestling, emitting a muffled groan as she twisted her face over the nun’s.
“That bitch choking on Master’s dick is having it far too easy.” Petricia grumbled. “She should be sobbing and squealing into it like whatshercunt is about to.”
“Elinor-”
“It’s sweet that you think I care. It’s sad that you do.”
“Y-you think I should go over and-”
“Master would appreciate a few more cumrags taking initiative.”
Cherry bit her lip. Her mother had warned her about Johnathan’s - Master’s - current girlfriends. Even the newest ones had more sexual experience than any girl in the room by default. Though Petricia and Nebelle were by far the most dominant of them. She let her frustration with them build, to the point of panting and shaking.
Taking care to keep Master’s phone out of harm’s way, Cherry wormed her way through the crowd of girls, eventually coming to kneel beside Bryony. Handing the phone to Amanda across the nun’s back, Cherry spoke. “It’s Petricia! They want to watch.”
Amanda’s arm rubbed against Harmony’s kneeling legs as she tried to get a good, stable view. “You know we’re all jealous that you heathens got impaled on that first…”
“We’ll see how well your faith holds up on top of it.”
She looked up at Harmony, wondering if she heard. Instinctively, the blonde girl twisted her hips and writhed at the mention of riding it like Elinor was. Another choking spurt from Bryony send Master’s seed flying - some of it landing over her legs. Lisa managed to squeeze her way in and began licking it up.
Cherry gripped Bryony’s hair with her newly free hand, wrapping her hand in it and pulling it taut, twisting it lightly. Her other hand reached down the nun’s now-bare backside, keeping an eye on Johnathan’s hand to time her own spanks with his.
The pink-haired catgirl allowed her irritation at Petricia and jealousy over her own sister to overcome her, focusing on taking out her anger on the nun that rivalled her sister in endowment. “You are failing to give Master all the pleasure you are able, you self-centered cunt..” The scent of his seed was bringing out the latent tigress within. “You see the hands in front of your nose? What do you think your hands should be doing?”
“Hey, hey! Cherry can you hear me?”
Amanda brought the phone closer to the scene, so Cherry could better hear Petricia. She noted that Master had paused, the gentle bobs of his cock and occasional spurts of seed into Bryony’s mouth being the only ‘action’ from him since Cherry arrived.
The catgirl’s eyes went to the phone in acknowledgment.
“Repeat after me, Cherry.”
She gave a nod in response, her gaze stern.
“While you serve Master’s cock, my hands are His hands,”
“While you serve Master’s cock, my hands are His hands,”
“and you are no more worthy of their touch than you are of a single drop of His seed.”
“and you are no more worthy of their touch than you are of a single drop of His seed.”
“You will thank your Lord and Master each time His hand strikes you;”
“You will thank your Lord and Master each time His hand strikes you;”
“this does not absolve you from serving your Master.”
“this does not absolve you from serving your Master.”
“When you fail, you have no excuse,”
“When you fail, you have no excuse,”
“it is simply a reflection of how unworthy you are.”
“it is simply a reflection of how unworthy you are.”
“And so help me Goddess I am going to make that ungrateful cunt regret each and every second her hands are not where they belong.”
Cherry closed her eyes and lips for a moment, carefully stifling a reaction - especially in Melody and Harmony’s presence. She knew better than to repeat that. Still, she twisted the nun’s hair a bit tighter, speaking softly. “I know you heard her, it’s not a good idea to make Petricia angry.”
Xirena watched the scene with no small amount of trepidation, her hands absentmindedly tormenting the hair and tails of the catgirls next to her. The syndicate had groomed Jasmine and herself to be the primary dommes - keeping the rest of the silly little kittens in line.
They had expected to give themselves to Johnathan long before now - but Dvenalay made it clear she was satisfied with the boy’s current arrangement. She never got to meet Petricia or the others - the girls and nuns were keen on a ‘divide and conquer’ strategy.
The current display was making it quite clear why they were displaced. Plenty of kittens for the lot of us.
Still, there was no denying that there was going to be a power struggle, and Xirena pondered how they could make up for their disadvantage.
(Original post copied from Elliquiy)
Melody and Harmony’s small, soft, pale hands were in fascinating contrast to the thick, steel-hard, darker-hued rod they grasped, and they stared down hypnotized as their palms and fingers explored the veined texture of Master’s cock. Slick with Master’s cum, throbbing with the force of creation pumping through its length and into Bryony’s mouth and lifting them all bodily, the heat of it seemed to melt their flesh into his, each of them reluctant to release the few inches that their gliding hands worshiped. In her explorations, Melody’s hand stretched down to tentatively massage the unfamiliar textures of Master’s balls, pendulous and heavy with the source of creation, and she shivered as if encountering the divine.
“Odin,” Melody purred, thus naming the ball she was gently caressing. Not to be outdone, Harmony’s hand darted down to discover what her twin already had, and she smiled in delight at finding that Odin had a twin too. Fingernails lightly scraping over the sack that bore its precious burdens, she licked her lips and wondered how Odin tasted drenched with Master’s cum. She whispered reverently, “Zeus.” Along with Colossus, Master’s sexual pantheon was complete, with Harmony and Melody as their self-appointed priestesses.
“Master’s hand, meet this tiny little fucktoy’s ass,” Elinor heard Harmony giggle softly just before Master’s hand met her ass. The force of it made her gasp, a sweet pain that left its imprint on her round, quivering cheeks before propelling her wet swollen pussy along the length of Master’s cock, his grip on her hair pulling at her scalp and bringing tears to her eyes. With each smack of his hand, the hard flesh she straddled stroked the sensitized folds of her pussy, an unbelievable delight made more exquisite by the sharp sting on her ass and scalp, a triad of pain and pleasure that, at Cherry’s reminder, had her shuddering and moaning “Thank you, Master” with each spank. All was right in the Universe, after all.
Angelic smiles spread over Harmony and Melody’s faces as their hands slid over and around Colossus in rhythm to Master’s loud spanks and Elinor’s pussy making slippery, sucking sounds on Colossus and Bryony joining in with gagging sounds as Colossus invaded her mouth and throat. Perhaps they couldn’t sing, but there was a certain harmony to their little symphony of squirming, bobbing bodies, conducted so masterfully by Colossus.
Bryony was shivering for a different reason. It wasn’t just the profuse amounts of cum that jetted down the bottleneck of her throat, only to choke her and gush up out of her mouth and onto her skin, wetting the large, pink-tipped globes of her breasts until they glistened and quivered as the air cooled them, and dripping down her stomach to pool between and on her thighs. And maybe it wasn’t even Cherry’s voice in her ear, whispering seductive abominations, or even that Cherry’s hand tugged mercilessly at her hair. It wasn’t even the whacks from Cherry’s hand on her naked ass that had her squeaking and gurgling in her throat—she’d had, after all, her share of disciplinary spankings from Father McQuade.
Bryony shivered because she couldn’t turn her face away from the sight and scent and feel of Sister Elinor’s pink wet pussy stroking the barrel of flesh that she straddled and Bryony’s nose received much of that wetness on top of the hot cum that flooded her stretched lips. It was, admittedly, strangely fascinating to watch the sister’s pussy in action, and hearing Elinor’s moans, Bryony couldn’t help wondering what all the fuss was about, at the same time feeling her own pussy, dripping with overflowed cum, tighten and throb with curiosity.
“I know you heard her, it’s not a good idea to make Petricia angry.”
With each phrase of Cherry’s blasphemous litany, Bryony’s eyes widened, her wet gurgling coughs her only answer. At that last command, impelled by the obedience and loyalty already working in her, she lifted her trembling hands and wrapped them around the giant phallus just in front of her sucking mouth, her fingers unable able to encircle the thick girth completely. It felt so hot and – and silky, she thought, her palms and fingers instinctively caressing its throbbing length as far as they could go, some of the territory already claimed by a pussy and a pair of hands.
“We’ll see how well your faith holds up on top of it.”
Melody smiled down at Cherry sweetly. “Oh, our-- " she caught herself in time "-- these tiny little fucktoys' faith will only be the stronger because of it.”
“You’re forgetting St. Teresa of Avila, sweetie,” Harmony said. A reminder for Cherry of their senior trip to Rome just a couple of months ago. The Comaro Chapel in Santa Maria della Vittoria in particular. There had been a bit of an argument among the girls about Bernini’s intent in a certain sculpture, but Harmony and Melody, hormones raging and secret desires unassuaged and inflamed by Johnathan, had obstinately decided on their interpretation. Indeed, the only interpretation possible, they thought. They had from then on called the sculpture ‘The Orgasm of St. Teresa,’ much to Sister Elinor’s horror. “If St. Teresa can be pierced by a fiery spear and be sainted for it, so can these tiny little fucktoys of Master's. And really, the spear wasn’t that much longer than Colossus.” Bragging on Colossus was her job now as priestess.
Jasmine heard her, and chuckled. With her riding crop, she whacked Francesca’s naked ass. The catgirl’s lips were suckling and her tongue licking Gia’s wet pussy. At that swat from the crop, Francesca jumped a little with a startled mewl. “Dig deeper,” Jasmine purred. Out of obedience, Francesca went back to lapping at those dripping lips, her tongue darting deeper into Gia’s folds. “There’s a good girl.”
At the other end of this queue of bodies was Uma, who was pretty much deaf to everything going on around her. That’s what happened when a pair of heavy orbs of soft flesh each larger than a watermelon was smothering her head. Her struggle was not so much to fight Gia off as to gasp for air when Gia’s breasts would let her, while her lower body desperately squirmed as eager tongues licked and lapped up her pussy to the very edge. When her first ever orgasm exploded, her body arched up into Gia’s, her cry of release muffled by Gia’s ardent tongue and lips.
Jasmine watched Gia’s conquest of her fellow Sister, amused. Little Sister Uma had always been a strange one, and to see her buried under Gia was highly entertaining. As the two women lay panting and gasping from nearly simultaneous orgasms, Jasmine slowly and delicately ran the tip of her crop up from Gia’s writhing bottom, up her spine, then down the side of a swollen breast squashing Uma’s face.
Melody and Harmony’s small, soft, pale hands were in fascinating contrast to the thick, steel-hard, darker-hued rod they grasped, and they stared down hypnotized as their palms and fingers explored the veined texture of Master’s cock. Slick with Master’s cum, throbbing with the force of creation pumping through its length and into Bryony’s mouth and lifting them all bodily, the heat of it seemed to melt their flesh into his, each of them reluctant to release the few inches that their gliding hands worshiped. In her explorations, Melody’s hand stretched down to tentatively massage the unfamiliar textures of Master’s balls, pendulous and heavy with the source of creation, and she shivered as if encountering the divine.
“Odin,” Melody purred, thus naming the ball she was gently caressing. Not to be outdone, Harmony’s hand darted down to discover what her twin already had, and she smiled in delight at finding that Odin had a twin too. Fingernails lightly scraping over the sack that bore its precious burdens, she licked her lips and wondered how Odin tasted drenched with Master’s cum. She whispered reverently, “Zeus.” Along with Colossus, Master’s sexual pantheon was complete, with Harmony and Melody as their self-appointed priestesses.
“Master’s hand, meet this tiny little fucktoy’s ass,” Elinor heard Harmony giggle softly just before Master’s hand met her ass. The force of it made her gasp, a sweet pain that left its imprint on her round, quivering cheeks before propelling her wet swollen pussy along the length of Master’s cock, his grip on her hair pulling at her scalp and bringing tears to her eyes. With each smack of his hand, the hard flesh she straddled stroked the sensitized folds of her pussy, an unbelievable delight made more exquisite by the sharp sting on her ass and scalp, a triad of pain and pleasure that, at Cherry’s reminder, had her shuddering and moaning “Thank you, Master” with each spank. All was right in the Universe, after all.
Angelic smiles spread over Harmony and Melody’s faces as their hands slid over and around Colossus in rhythm to Master’s loud spanks and Elinor’s pussy making slippery, sucking sounds on Colossus and Bryony joining in with gagging sounds as Colossus invaded her mouth and throat. Perhaps they couldn’t sing, but there was a certain harmony to their little symphony of squirming, bobbing bodies, conducted so masterfully by Colossus.
Bryony was shivering for a different reason. It wasn’t just the profuse amounts of cum that jetted down the bottleneck of her throat, only to choke her and gush up out of her mouth and onto her skin, wetting the large, pink-tipped globes of her breasts until they glistened and quivered as the air cooled them, and dripping down her stomach to pool between and on her thighs. And maybe it wasn’t even Cherry’s voice in her ear, whispering seductive abominations, or even that Cherry’s hand tugged mercilessly at her hair. It wasn’t even the whacks from Cherry’s hand on her naked ass that had her squeaking and gurgling in her throat—she’d had, after all, her share of disciplinary spankings from Father McQuade.
Bryony shivered because she couldn’t turn her face away from the sight and scent and feel of Sister Elinor’s pink wet pussy stroking the barrel of flesh that she straddled and Bryony’s nose received much of that wetness on top of the hot cum that flooded her stretched lips. It was, admittedly, strangely fascinating to watch the sister’s pussy in action, and hearing Elinor’s moans, Bryony couldn’t help wondering what all the fuss was about, at the same time feeling her own pussy, dripping with overflowed cum, tighten and throb with curiosity.
“I know you heard her, it’s not a good idea to make Petricia angry.”
With each phrase of Cherry’s blasphemous litany, Bryony’s eyes widened, her wet gurgling coughs her only answer. At that last command, impelled by the obedience and loyalty already working in her, she lifted her trembling hands and wrapped them around the giant phallus just in front of her sucking mouth, her fingers unable able to encircle the thick girth completely. It felt so hot and – and silky, she thought, her palms and fingers instinctively caressing its throbbing length as far as they could go, some of the territory already claimed by a pussy and a pair of hands.
“We’ll see how well your faith holds up on top of it.”
Melody smiled down at Cherry sweetly. “Oh, our-- " she caught herself in time "-- these tiny little fucktoys' faith will only be the stronger because of it.”
“You’re forgetting St. Teresa of Avila, sweetie,” Harmony said. A reminder for Cherry of their senior trip to Rome just a couple of months ago. The Comaro Chapel in Santa Maria della Vittoria in particular. There had been a bit of an argument among the girls about Bernini’s intent in a certain sculpture, but Harmony and Melody, hormones raging and secret desires unassuaged and inflamed by Johnathan, had obstinately decided on their interpretation. Indeed, the only interpretation possible, they thought. They had from then on called the sculpture ‘The Orgasm of St. Teresa,’ much to Sister Elinor’s horror. “If St. Teresa can be pierced by a fiery spear and be sainted for it, so can these tiny little fucktoys of Master's. And really, the spear wasn’t that much longer than Colossus.” Bragging on Colossus was her job now as priestess.
Jasmine heard her, and chuckled. With her riding crop, she whacked Francesca’s naked ass. The catgirl’s lips were suckling and her tongue licking Gia’s wet pussy. At that swat from the crop, Francesca jumped a little with a startled mewl. “Dig deeper,” Jasmine purred. Out of obedience, Francesca went back to lapping at those dripping lips, her tongue darting deeper into Gia’s folds. “There’s a good girl.”
At the other end of this queue of bodies was Uma, who was pretty much deaf to everything going on around her. That’s what happened when a pair of heavy orbs of soft flesh each larger than a watermelon was smothering her head. Her struggle was not so much to fight Gia off as to gasp for air when Gia’s breasts would let her, while her lower body desperately squirmed as eager tongues licked and lapped up her pussy to the very edge. When her first ever orgasm exploded, her body arched up into Gia’s, her cry of release muffled by Gia’s ardent tongue and lips.
Jasmine watched Gia’s conquest of her fellow Sister, amused. Little Sister Uma had always been a strange one, and to see her buried under Gia was highly entertaining. As the two women lay panting and gasping from nearly simultaneous orgasms, Jasmine slowly and delicately ran the tip of her crop up from Gia’s writhing bottom, up her spine, then down the side of a swollen breast squashing Uma’s face.