Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Original post copied from Elliquiy Melody and Harmonys small, soft, pale hands were in fascinating contrast to the thick, steel-hard, darker-hued rod they grasped, and they stared down hypnotized as their palms and fingers explored the veined texture of Masters cock. Slick with Masters cum, throbbing with the force of creation pumping through its length and into Bryonys mouth and lifting them all bodily, the heat of it seemed to melt their flesh into his, each of them reluctant to release the few inches that their gliding hands worshiped. In her explorations, Melodys hand stretched down to tentatively massage the unfamiliar textures of Masters balls, pendulous and heavy with the source of creation, and she shivered as if encountering the divine. Odin, Melody purred, thus naming the ball she was gently caressing. Not to be outdone, Harmonys hand darted down to discover what her twin already had, and she smiled in delight at finding that Odin had a twin too. Fingernails lightly scraping over the sack that bore its precious burdens, she licked her lips and wondered how Odin tasted drenched with Masters cum. She whispered reverently, Zeus. Along with Colossus, Masters sexual pantheon was complete, with Harmony and Melody as their self-appointed priestesses. Masters hand, meet this tiny little fucktoys ass, Elinor heard Harmony giggle softly just before Masters hand met her ass. The force of it made her gasp, a sweet pain that left its imprint on her round, quivering cheeks before propelling her wet swollen pussy along the length of Masters cock, his grip on her hair pulling at her scalp and bringing tears to her eyes. With each smack of his hand, the hard flesh she straddled stroked the sensitized folds of her pussy, an unbelievable delight made more exquisite by the sharp sting on her ass and scalp, a triad of pain and pleasure that, at Cherrys reminder, had her shuddering and moaning Thank you, Master with each spank. All was right in the Universe, after all. Angelic smiles spread over Harmony and Melodys faces as their hands slid over and around Colossus in rhythm to Masters loud spanks and Elinors pussy making slippery, sucking sounds on Colossus and Bryony joining in with gagging sounds as Colossus invaded her mouth and throat. Perhaps they couldnt sing, but there was a certain harmony to their little symphony of squirming, bobbing bodies, conducted so masterfully by Colossus. Bryony was shivering for a different reason. It wasnt just the profuse amounts of cum that jetted down the bottleneck of her throat, only to choke her and gush up out of her mouth and onto her skin, wetting the large, pink-tipped globes of her breasts until they glistened and quivered as the air cooled them, and dripping down her stomach to pool between and on her thighs. And maybe it wasnt even Cherrys voice in her ear, whispering seductive abominations, or even that Cherrys hand tugged mercilessly at her hair. It wasnt even the whacks from Cherrys hand on her naked ass that had her squeaking and gurgling in her throatshed had, after all, her share of disciplinary spankings from Father McQuade. Bryony shivered because she couldnt turn her face away from the sight and scent and feel of Sister Elinors pink wet pussy stroking the barrel of flesh that she straddled and Bryonys nose received much of that wetness on top of the hot cum that flooded her stretched lips. It was, admittedly, strangely fascinating to watch the sisters pussy in action, and hearing Elinors moans, Bryony couldnt help wondering what all the fuss was about, at the same time feeling her own pussy, dripping with overflowed cum, tighten and throb with curiosity. I know you heard her, its not a good idea to make Petricia angry. With each phrase of Cherrys blasphemous litany, Bryonys eyes widened, her wet gurgling coughs her only answer. At that last command, impelled by the obedience and loyalty already working in her, she lifted her trembling hands and wrapped them around the giant phallus just in front of her sucking mouth, her fingers unable able to encircle the thick girth completely. It felt so hot and and silky, she thought, her palms and fingers instinctively caressing its throbbing length as far as they could go, some of the territory already claimed by a pussy and a pair of hands. Well see how well your faith holds up on top of it. Melody smiled down at Cherry sweetly. Oh, our-- she caught herself in time -- these tiny little fucktoys' faith will only be the stronger because of it. Youre forgetting St. Teresa of Avila, sweetie, Harmony said. A reminder for Cherry of their senior trip to Rome just a couple of months ago. The Comaro Chapel in Santa Maria della Vittoria in particular. There had been a bit of an argument among the girls about Berninis intent in a certain sculpture, but Harmony and Melody, hormones raging and secret desires unassuaged and inflamed by Johnathan, had obstinately decided on their interpretation. Indeed, the only interpretation possible, they thought. They had from then on called the sculpture The Orgasm of St. Teresa, much to Sister Elinors horror. If St. Teresa can be pierced by a fiery spear and be sainted for it, so can these tiny little fucktoys of Master's. And really, the spear wasnt that much longer than Colossus. Bragging on Colossus was her job now as priestess. Jasmine heard her, and chuckled. With her riding crop, she whacked Francescas naked ass. The catgirls lips were suckling and her tongue licking Gias wet pussy. At that swat from the crop, Francesca jumped a little with a startled mewl. Dig deeper, Jasmine purred. Out of obedience, Francesca went back to lapping at those dripping lips, her tongue darting deeper into Gias folds. Theres a good girl. At the other end of this queue of bodies was Uma, who was pretty much deaf to everything going on around her. Thats what happened when a pair of heavy orbs of soft flesh each larger than a watermelon was smothering her head. Her struggle was not so much to fight Gia off as to gasp for air when Gias breasts would let her, while her lower body desperately squirmed as eager tongues licked and lapped up her pussy to the very edge. When her first ever orgasm exploded, her body arched up into Gias, her cry of release muffled by Gias ardent tongue and lips. Jasmine watched Gias conquest of her fellow Sister, amused. Little Sister Uma had always been a strange one, and to see her buried under Gia was highly entertaining. As the two women lay panting and gasping from nearly simultaneous orgasms, Jasmine slowly and delicately ran the tip of her crop up from Gias writhing bottom, up her spine, then down the side of a swollen breast squashing Umas face.