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Service
On Fleure's first fertile day following her coming of age, the sixteen Sisters prepared her for the service, washing her carefully and thoroughly with the sacred water, kissing her vulva carefully and thoroughly, each of them taking a turn, each coaxing the young virgin toward the ecstasy she came to crave, but stopping a moment before the girl could climax.
"I'm so embarrassed," Fleure whispered, blushing fiercely. "So ashamed."
"You've nothing to be ashamed about," Sister Angelica informed Fleure. "You've such a pretty cunt. The little petals so sweetly pink, the darling clit so shy yet eager, the maidenhead drenched with girlish love gush; I wish I could devour it myself." Angelica planted a chaste and tender kiss on Fleure's forehead, and led the girl to the altar.
Sister Rose spread a cloth of saffron imbued silk upon the gleaming surface, and she and Sister Violet helped the maiden to lie upon her back, her head just over one edge, her long blonde hair cascading down.
Morning sunlight streamed through the high, stained glass windows, bathing the supine beauty's breasts and belly. "What a fine day for a first fuck," Violet whispered to Rose, and Rose smiled and nodded. Each took hold of one of Fleure's slender legs and lifted. The congregation filed in. From their pews they could see Fleure's sex head on. They stood reverently, their eyes feasting.
Heavily robed, Father Conklin appeared. He stood behind the girl, facing the congregation. With the congregation still standing, and with Fleure's legs still spread, her labia quivering as fresh sap oozed from her hymen-covered opening, Father Conklin offered the benediction. As he spoke, his tones deep and serious, his phallus rose up through the folds in his robe until it rested upon Fleure's face, its length alongside Fleure's nose.
"You may lick, my child," intoned Father Conklin, his voice kind but firm, and Fleure's lips parted, her tongue peeked out, and she touched the slit of Father Conklin's engorged cock. The cock responded with a small lurch. Fleure's tongue tried to follow. When the cock fell back, Fleure licked again. The cock leapt again, and when it fell back, Fleure caught a fold of foreskin between her lips and tried to hold fast, but Father Conklin swayed slowly forward and back, his penis forcing its way into the girl's mouth.
Meanwhile, having removed their trousers, the men in the congregation filed forward. Some would choose to penetrate the hothouse flower of Fleure's fresh cunt; some would take pleasure in the heat and snugness of her asshole. Whoever was fucking her when Father Conklin flooded her mouth would have her as a wife.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
