Father Hanson reached down with one hand and his cock head disappeared from my view as he pointed it at my slit. If his hands and tongue were unusually warm, his cock was positively boiling. When it came into contact with my pussy lips I was almost sure there would be a hissing sound as my juices were turned to steam under its incredible heat but that didn’t happen. Instead it seemed to reignite the fire of pleasure everywhere it touched as it relentlessly pushed forward into me.
My pussy was wet and willing but I wasn’t sure if it was able. Wider and wider my lips were stretched as my pussy struggled to accept even the head of his cock into me. I’d never felt anything remotely like it, the size alone would have been worthy of campfire stories for generations, but the humming heat that flowed from him added an otherworldly quality to the sensation as if I was getting fucked by the God of volcanoes or something.
After what seemed like forever, trapped somewhere between fear of the size and desperation to get more of his cock into me I finally felt my pussy lips slide over the ridge of the head, giving me some slight reprieve from the fear. Without any pause or acknowledgment of this milestone, Father Hanson continued pushing forward and his giant member invaded my fertile depths. At last I felt the head of his cock brush up against my cervix at the same time as his heavy balls came to rest gently on the cushion of my ass, I swore I could almost sense the billions of sperm contained within, eager to find one or more of my eggs. They yearned for me, and I for them.
Father Hanson placed a hand on each of my hips and pulled backwards, his thick erection tantalising every side of my vagina. Once more my lips were stretched over the ridge of his cock head and I suddenly felt cold and empty again. I felt a momentary surge of panic at the fleeting thought he would stop but this was instantly driven from my mind as his hands suddenly gripped harder and he thrust back into me in one hard motion, his balls making a slapping sound on my ass before briefly coming to rest again.
As he built up pace and the wet sounds of his cock pounding into my pussy filled the small room I felt my breasts begin to bounce in time with each of his thrusts. I briefly remembered the day I’d signed up for this course and how my tits had made it so hard to run without a bra. I grasped at my chest with my hands, steadying my breasts and I pinched my nipples, adding to the sensations rushing into my overstimulated body from his hot and throbbing cock. I looked down at him and could have sworn he was almost glowing with a bright white light just under his skin. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
With each thrust I pinched at myself until I felt another orgasm just out of reach. There was no denying that Father Hanson was shining with a strange and bright white light now, I had to close my eyes against it, beautiful or not. The light shone through my eyelids, filtering through the thin barrier and ending up a reddish brown to my closed eyes and still his majestic cock sawed in and out of me at a feverish pace.
My body strained for the promised pleasure, so close now, and I ceased being a passive partner in the sex. My pussy gripped at him, eager to extract the ecstasy I knew could be mine despite the enormous girth. I heard him grunt in response and felt a moment of elation as a modicum of power became mine before my orgasm hit me, washing away all thoughts and all but the most basic emotion of lust.
I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again. All that could be seen was the white light of Father Hanson like I was floating in a lightning bolt and the slap of his balls on my ass was like a clap of thunder, shaking me with pleasure. In the midst of my orgasm I felt Father Hanson thrust deeper inside me than any thrust before it and sigh. The head of his cock pushed at my cervix again and I felt his hot seed spurt directly into my fertile womb, time and again until I could feel it pooling inside me.
As my orgasm faded and I floated back down to earth Father Hanson pulled out of me and I opened my eyes. The light was gone but I didn’t feel cold or empty anymore, some of that warm thrumming energy remained inside me, I could feel it there. Father Hanson was reaching for something else on the little table. He held it up and showed it to me, it looked like a strangely shaped dildo of some kind with a wide base.
Before I could think to ask what it was for, he was inserting it into my quivering slit and I realised it was there to make sure no seed escaped or was wasted. He pulled up his pants and did up his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine, which were partially closed with exhaustion. Moving from between my legs and to the side of the bed I was on, he bent down and I heard a lever being pulled. Suddenly the bed was on a slight incline with my ass and legs raised to be higher than my head. Father Hanson wiped the sweat from my brow with a cloth he had picked up from somewhere and then kissed me on the forehead.
“Sleep and conceive in peace, my child, the Lord is pleased with you this day.”
I felt so proud of myself, I didn’t think my own Dad had ever thought I would be good enough in the eyes of the Lord but I now knew I was more than good enough, I was part of his grand plan. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling that wonderful warmth spreading outwards.
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Our Daily Bred 2: Gangbang for God
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This sequel picks up a few weeks after the events described in "Our Daily Inspection".
Tania has failed Father Hanson and faces being expelled from his preparatory course for nuns. When she pleads for a chance to make up for her transgression, will she be able to handle the task he sets before her?
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Breeding, Gangbang, Paranormal, Catholic, Priest
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I went about my daily classes in Father Hanson’s preparatory course for nuns in a daze for what seemed like months but must have only been a few weeks. How could I concentrate anymore? Ever since he had told me I had been chosen to help build God’s army, given me the most mind-blowing sex of my short life and deposited a huge load of semen into my fertile womb to help me conceive for the Lord, my new future was all I could think about.
How could I concentrate on the details of how to be a nun when I was destined for so much more? When my friends questioned me about what my meeting with Father Hanson had been about I realised I was as vague and dismissive as the other girls had been, those that had been chosen even earlier than myself, when we questioned them. My favourite time was when I was swimming lengths in the pool, no nun-business to think about, just me and the constant rhythm of my athletic strokes.
During those sessions I thought about how different my body would soon be. My flat belly would swell up and I’d feel the kicks of my little one. My already large breasts would fill with nutritious milk for him or her and I’d be doing my part for God. It was going to be wonderful.
When one of the nuns on Father Hanson’s staff handed me a note with a time to meet him in his office I thought nothing of it, perhaps we’d have a talk about our child. The scheduled meeting rolled around pretty quickly and I practically skipped to his office, without a care in the world.
The look on his face when I opened the door was enough to halt the enthusiastic greeting in my throat though. He w
asn’t happy, not at all. I gulped.
“Hello, Father Hanson, is everything OK?”
“You tell me, Tania. Why aren’t you pregnant?”
“I’m… not?”
“No. I guess your heart just wasn’t really in it. God, and I, are so very saddened, we expected more.”
“Please! Don’t say that… I didn’t mean… I don’t know, it’s not my fault is it?”
Father Hanson shook his head like the way my Dad used to when he was about to say he wasn’t angry he was just very disappointed in me.”
“Tania, I thought we had an understanding. You’re not holding up your end of the bargain. I think you’ll have to leave this school.”
“No! Please Father Hanson… I’ll do anything! Fuh… make love… breed me again!”
Father Hanson tented his fingers and looked at me for a while as if considering my plea. His eyes roamed downwards, drinking in the curves of my firm and youthful body. I gulped and undid the top three buttons of my shirt.
“Please… breed me, Father.”
Father Hanson watched in a detached way as I worked through all my buttons, giving no indication as to whether he thought what I was doing was appropriate or not. It seemed like I didn’t have anything to lose by that point, and I knew my body was attractive, I’d made him cum before, if he was human he’d want that release again.
“I’ve just had a meeting with some people. Colleagues and… others. They’re all still here. Perhaps, if you submit yourself fully, fully, to God we can absolve you, with their help.”
I leapt out of the chair, my large breasts bouncing even in my bra and circled his desk, getting down on my knees in front of him and laying my head in his lap. I was almost weeping with relief and nuzzled against him for comfort. I was slightly gratified to feel his hot cock hardening through his pants. So the allure of a desperate teen girl wasn’t completely lost on him, despite his impassive facial expressions.
“Yes! I’ll do anything for God, Father Hanson, please let me conceive for his army!”
“This is your last chance. You understand that don’t you, Tania?”
“Yes, Father!”
“You must want that divine conception with every fibre of your being.”
“I want it, please put the child of the Lord in me!”
“Very well, Tania, follow me.”
Father Hanson led the way through the same discreet door at the back of his office as our last meeting and again we went down the corridor with so many closed rooms. The doors all had names written on cards, some I recognised, some I didn’t, until we came, at last, to the door with my own name on it and we paused.
The middle-aged priest turned his handsome face to look at me and pushed my shirt off so it fell to the floor in the corridor and I was standing there in front of him in my skirt and bra. With a deliberately slow motion he unzipped my skirt at the side and it fell around my ankles.
I looked up at him and bit my lip, suddenly nervous about being naked in front of a man again. Father Hanson was only the second guy to ever see me naked, the second man I ever had sex with. I wanted to do the right thing by God… but I couldn’t help the natural apprehension of my inexperience.
He stared into my eyes and placed a warm hand on the side of my face. I leaned into it, feeling the holy man’s unearthly vibrating energy seep into me, calming me down and helping me concentrate on his words. For a moment there was nothing else in the world except for his hand on me, his energy and his eyes looking into my soul.
“When we walk through this door Tania, the only words you are permitted to say are ‘Please give me your semen, Master.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Let me hear it.”
“Please give me your semen, Master.”
“Again.”
“Please give me your semen, Master.”
“Good Tania, go through the door now, please.”
I turned and reached for the door handle, only mildly surprised to look down and see he had somehow taken my bra and panties off while I was enthralled by his bewitching touch. My breasts stood out perky and proud, full of the firmness of my youth and I could feel the cool air of the corridor on my pussy, already dampening with the thoughts of Father Hanson’s majestic cock filling me up.
The door swung open and I felt the priest’s hand come down on my shoulder, reassuring me and gently pushing me forward at the same time. Instead of the empty room, empty except for the strange medical chair with stirrups on which Father Hanson would fuck me, I was instead greeted by a room full of men in only their underwear.
I had taken one step forward and halted, stifling a scream and attempting to cover my nakedness, but Father Hanson pushed me forward relentlessly. The men slowly cleared a path to each side as I reluctantly advanced into the room. There were older men, boys my age and everything in between. Those of them that weren’t already sporting thinly veiled erections began to harden before my very eyes as they scanned my trim teen body.
Raising my eyes to focus somewhat higher than waist-level I realised, with a shock, that I knew everybody in the room, and they knew me. The math teacher from my old school, Mr. Murdax was there. Simon, the boy I’d lost my virginity to, was there. The man who owned the corner store near my parents’ house was there. My first swim coach was there. Our gardener was there.
I stared into the sea of watching eyes and saw expressions of lust etched on so many faces I had never seen the emotion on before. They’d all played a part in my life and now it looked like they were all going to watch me conceive a child. At least, that’s what I thought until Mr. Murdax reached out as I passed him and gave my tit a squeeze.
“I knew you were a little slut, Tania, now I’m going to give you what you always wanted.”
I wanted to say I’m God’s slut, not yours, Mr. Murdax but a voice echoed in my head, seeming to enter my body from Father Hanson’s hot but steady hand on my shoulder.
Remember your only words, Harlot of God
“Please… please give me your semen, Master.”
“I will, Tania, right up your cunt,” Mr. Murdax replied.
“Never thought I’d get the chance to fuck you again when you left town, Tania,” Simon said as I passed him and he quickly ran one of his fingers between my wet pussy lips, bringing the finger to his mouth.
Everybody else murmured some degrading comment or another at me, telling me about how hard they were going to fuck me and how much they were going to cum inside me, how they’d always wanted to make me their little cumslut.
No part of my body was left untouched by the time I got to the table with the stirrups Their hands explored my breasts, my pussy, my asshole, every inch of my firm teen flesh was given over to the men of my life. There was only one thing I was allowed to respond with.
“Please give me your semen, Master.”
I said it over and over again. By the time my feet were being put into the stirrups, I believed it myself. Father Hanson adjusted the stirrups until my legs were spread almost painfully wide while our milkman and my swim coach pinched my nipples and countless hands trailed around my bellybutton, forced their fingers into my mouth and ass, explored my entire body.
Father Hanson stepped between my legs. My pussy was teenage-tight but the position of the stirrups caused it to splay wide before him. Several lust-filled faces peered over his shoulders, gaining intimate knowledge of what my most private place looked like, memorising it so from that day on the image of my eagerly waiting pussy would be floating around in the memories of countless men, totally out of my control.
“This child of God submits herself fully to our cause. She is ready. Tania?”
“Please give me your semen, Master.”
“It shall be done.”
The priest was the only fully dressed man left in the room and as he stood there between my legs, his crotch only inches from my soaking pussy, he began to undress. I couldn’t help but moan with desire as his body was
once more revealed to me, he looked like he could have been carved from stone.
As if waiting for the cue of my sexual whimper the hands on my body suddenly became even rougher, even more eager to know me. Fingers pinched my nipples, walking a fine line between pleasure and pain, until they were erect and still the lusty grabbing continued. Somebody’s hand took mine and brought it to a hard cock, already slick with pre-cum as Mr. Murdax bent over and mashed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue down my throat and for a moment all I could see was a close-up of his face. My other hand was brought up to cup somebody’s balls, maybe my Doctor’s, and then Mr. Murdax raised his head and I could see what Father Hanson was doing again.
In his hand, like some kind of royal sceptre was the priest’s magnificent cock. Straight, hard, thick and throbbing, it was everything I wanted. I concentrated on it through the general murmur of the crowd groping me, their comments about what a little slut I was, the feeling of them using my hands to jerk themselves off, the continuous rough treatment of my nipples.
Father Hanson’s cock was like a beacon in the night and my world seemed to revolve around it. Although my eyes were glued to the tip of his erection, I knew Father Hanson was looking directly at me as he bent his cock down to point at my wide-open pussy and slowly pushed forward.
The instant the head made contact with my labia I gasped and threw my head back until I was looking at the world upside down. I could never forget that his cock had a concentration of that hot, vibrating energy that emanated from his whole body, but the intensity of that memory had clearly already faded. It felt like he had touched a gas-powered-but-silent vibrator to my sex, as he gently slid the tip up and down my petals before pressing it hard against my clit.
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