No, no, I wasn't supernatural. I was hanging out with these religious people too much. Their ideas were seeping into my mind. Just because science couldn't explain something yet, didn't mean the answer wasn't out there. I followed Brother Gavin down the road. He walked with such eagerness. Ahead, a few other men were waiting on the porch. They were all older, like him, and all wearing the same white robes. They watched us approach, their faces weathered by working outdoors on farms. “That's Brothers Lucio, Tyson, and Neil,” Gavin said. “Its our four daughters who are all virgins and ready to blessed. They're good girls, kept themselves pure into their adult years. My own Jocelin is nineteen fetish and proud of her abstinence. “Proud she saved herself for you, Futanari.” “Well, I'm proud of her, Hardcore too,” I said, my futa-dick aching so badly. Four virgins? Oh, what a treat. I didn't find that many at the convent I visited a month-and-a-half ago. “It is truly her,” the Hispanic man waiting said, not a hint of any Latino accent in his voice. He sounded wholly country, speaking with the same Kansas twang as Brother Gavin instead of any Central American lilt. “Blessed be her Holy Seed.” “Praise your Miraculous Cock,” a blond man with short asian hair said. “My Krystine is beside herself with joy. She's waiting inside for you, Futanari.” “They all are,” the fourth said, a tall man with long, black hair gathered in a ponytail. “Meadow will not waste a single drop of Hairy your precious seed, Futanari.” “Meadow, what a pretty name,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing. Beyond them, the doors to the church were open. I saw other men wearing white robes and women all naked. Most were older women, their figures motherly and plump, their breasts soft and swaying. My futa-dick throbbed—I had a thing for older, married women thanks to the second pussy I ever enjoyed. I still savored getting together with Kurt's mother. Mrs. Albertson was always a treat to enjoy, especially with her step-daughter and lover joining the fun. Or with her husband watching. And there were so many husbands to watch me here. I was shocked by the nudity of the women. I usually had to talk the married women into joining the fun, but my pheromones always brought them around. These women were ready for the fun. The naked women and robed men stood amid the wooden pews japanese that ran in two columns towards the raised dais at the far side. There four young women knelt, each lovely in her own way. My pussy clenched at the sight of them, the blonde was obviously Krystine, her face delicate, her breasts round and quivering. I had to swallow 4 times he was cumming so much. Jon argued. Rub your pussy against hers. Disco night came and the bar was heaving. It’ll feel like raping a virgin!” While talking she had started rubbing her asian clit and now she was already moaning, quivering with anticipation. "Don't you fuckin’ dare change that goddamn setting!" I could feel her purring. “Ah, not right now, Leah. "How does it feel in your japanese hand?" her mother asked. And don’t touch me, keep your hands behind your back.” She screamed trying to raise from the table top when his knot forced past her cunt entrance and started to swell to the size Hardcore of a baseball. I answered, “No only Hairy these three” pointing at the redhead, the blonde, and Jude. After a while the pain seemed to abate. “I know, Taneesha bhabhi, But fetish I know you can never resist to fuck a stiff cock” He took my hand, shoved in his shorts and cupped it around his throbbing cock. He started moving slowly at first. Enjoying her tasty nipples as more milk kept rewarding me each time I sucked. When they peed or jerked off, they got it all over the toilet and didn’t clean up their mess. Deb knew someone was shouting but, it didn't register in her mind.