Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

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 didnt 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 Gods kingdom. She watched with mild disapproval as Nicole rode the young mans broad shoulders, but said nothing. Sister Elinor usually said everything there was that needed to be said, anyway. She certainly didnt 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 Johnathans 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 wasnt worried about Nicole falling off because Nicoles shapely thighs were clamped pretty tight around Johnathans 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 mans 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 Johnathans 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. Youre coming to Bible study tonight, arent 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 didnt, but she went on blithely anyway. Wed love to answer them for you!