Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Im 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 dont get into trouble. Theyre 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. Rikas trembling thighs formed a soft firm tunnel around Johnathans 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 Stephanies 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 Johnathans rippling thigh digging up into their nearly naked asses and pussies, they couldnt help being just as aroused as both Rika and Stephanie. It also didnt help when Stephanie started kissing Harmony on the lips, brief little kisses that deepened the longer Johnathans 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 couldnt 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...? Johnathans answer caused a ripple of confusion among the girls. Bible pages were turned, and passages hurriedly searched. Melody and Harmony already knew Johnathans views and nodded, Harmony in between kisses with Stephanie. Sister Uma shook herself and took a deep breath. Thats 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 dont 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 wasnt 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 didnt. Do you think that was fair? Obviously God thought it was, and whats 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 Johnathans 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 didnt 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 Gods 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 245, as well as Ephesians 525. Husbands, love your wives. To love their wives would be submitting to one of Gods 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 Umas 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 Johnathans 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?