Angel’s Week Of Religious Breeding, Sunday Ce

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Angel’s Week Of Religious Breeding, Sunday CeI woke up and saw the morning light coming through the window. With a groan, I rolled onto my side, burying my head under the covers. But it was all for naught, as I heard momma cry out from the hall way, saying “Come on Angel. You’ll be late for church.” I sighed. With a deep sense of regret, I pushed the covers down below my waist, exposing my torso to the much cooler air temperature. My nipples suddenly exploded, just like they always do when I get chilled….or very aroused. Maybe this fine sunny morning it was both. I really don’t know why, as part of me was really dreading this upcoming week. Momma’s voice boomed again, “Angel! Get into the bathroom for your shower.” I sat up, and threw the covers off of me, shouting back, “Yes momma.” Walking naked to my bedroom door, I opened it and walked out into the hallway, My brother Paul was standing there, smirking as he watched my firm, young eighteen year-old tits shake as I walked past him, saying “What’s the matter, never seen a naked girl before?” “Plenty of times!” he replied, “Just getting a good look of you before your belly starts growing.” “Paul Andrew! Leave your sister alone!” Momma cried out from the bathroom that I was just turning into. She turned and looked at me, her hands working the curling iron, as I looked back. I must have had a nervous look about me, as she smiled, and reached out with her hand, grabbing mine, saying “There there, dear. It’ll be okay.” She went back to curling her hair, as she yelled out “Paul! Get your sisters and brothers ready.” I smiled, as I went to the shower. Nice to see that she was making him do the work for once. As I waited for the water to warm up, I took a look at mom. I look just like her, long brunette hair, thin frame, save that she is currently with c***d. Her sixth one. Her breasts were sagging down, once proud and firm like mine are now. Motherhood does it, so she says. But she still looks good. I’m hoping that I look even better when I reach her age of thirty-nine. By then, I’ll probably have the same amount of offspring, with the normal rate of one every three years. That’s the requirement, according to law. As soon as a female turns eighteen, she starts getting bred. Of course, we do have it somewhat easy. The men work normal jobs, and we stay home and do normal household chores and pop those k**s out and raise them to be good little Christians. It’s been like this for eight generations now, close to two-hundred years, ever since the Christian Party took complete control of North America. As I washed my body, I heard momma tell me “Now make sure you’re good and clean, Angel.” I giggled, as I inserted a pair of soapy fingers up my cunt, replying “Doing that right now Ma.” “Good girl. We don’t want any embarrassing situations happening.” She added. Jokingly, I said “It’ll be clean enough to eat off of.” “Don’t get smart, dear.” was her terse reply, as I giggled. I think Momma is more nervous than I. After all, I am her oldest c***d, and this will be my introduction into the breeding pool. It’s not like that this is a rare occurrence, as every Sunday at least one girl, of not more, is brought into the church’s breeding program. It always falls the second Sunday after a girl’s first period once she turns eighteen. That way the whole week her womb is ready and able to accept a generous amount of sperm. Of course, this means that for a whole week, I’ll be naked, ready to take a male for some mating. Any male I choose. Except for three occasions. Today at church, and on Wednesday and Saturday. For church, my womb goes to the highest bidder. Of course, this usually doesn’t mean that I’ll get knocked up right away. Usually a girls peak fertile time doesn’t coincide with the church service, and that goes for me as well. As for Wednesday and Saturday, I’m at the bidding of any male that wants to dump their load in me. And since we’re in the middle of a school year, I’m sort of not looking forward to classes on Wednesday. Nor to next Saturday, as we’re having a basketball game against our rival high school. I’ve heard of what happens to girls on Saturday nights that attend games. A second game is played, something about how many cocks can do a lady. After turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower, to find my mother gone, and my sister Jamie standing there, smiling. I frowned, asking “What?” She giggled, “Oh, just thinking how it will be when I turn eighteen.” Being a smart ass, I reached out with both hands and grabbed her tiny budding breasts, saying “Well, these had better start growing some.” She got a hurt look on her face, as momma walked back into the bathroom, saying “I heard that, Angel.” I cringed, as Momma patted Jamie’s arm, comforting her by saying “Don’t worry baby, you’re only twelve. In six years time, those boobies of yours will be as big as Angel’s are now.” She glared at me, saying “Go get your outfit on. We leave in twenty minutes.” I smirked as I walked by, and got a soft slap on my bare ass as I passed momma, with her adding “Jamie, go help her.” As I walked back to the bedroom, I protested, “Oh momma!” Jamie was giggling, as I turned into my bedroom and walked over to my closet. I half-smiled, as I reached in and pulled out the outfit I was to wear. Thank god it’s a warm day here in December in Florida. I always wonder what the girls up north do, what with the snowy weather and all. Of course, they probably only wear outer garments to protect their skin while they’re outside, then bare ass naked once indoors. Jamie brought me back to the present, as she said “So what do you put on first?” I smiled, “The bottoms, of course.” Although saying bottoms is rather redundant. The white shorts cover the ass somewhat, as well as the upper thighs. But my shaved twat is exposed. I stepped into it, and pulled it up to my waist. A bit snug, but that’s just as well. No chance of them sliding down while I’m on the breeding board. And now for the top. It’s a white lace bodice. And this is where I actually do need Jamie. To put it on, I put my arms through the long sleeves. Jamie grabbed the sides, and pulled it around to my back, where she started buttoning it, while I worked the front so it pushed my tits up and out. I smiled as I looked in the mirror, seeing the end of my breasts were türbanlı samsun escort properly exposed, my darkish pink nipples sticking out somewhat. And my flat tummy was covered by the lace, while my bare pussy was sticking out, the lips of my cunt full and ready to be parted. I grunted as Jamie pulled it tightly, saying “Damn, this is tight.” She giggled, as she said “Makes your titties stand straight out, doesn’t it?” Blushing, I picked up the skirt, saying “Yeah, it does.” She helped me put it on, and then I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the white net knee-high stockings. As she got the high heels out from the closet, I went and pulled the veil on over my head, the sheer fabric falling down to my waist, front and back. “What about the blindfold?” asked Jamie. I rolled my eyes, “How am I going to see while we go, silly? I’ll put it on before Daddy walks me down the aisle.” She muttered a soft “Ohhhh!” as momma came into the room. Mom smiled at me, and I saw a tear in her eye, as she said “Well, you sure do look nice.” “Thank you momma.” I was blushing, as I asked “So, any idea who it is?” She grinned, “Yes, actually I know who it is. But, you’re not to know.” I made a pouting face, as she smiled, “Remember, it’s a surprise.” This was another ritual. I’m literally to be sold to the highest bidder. Actually, it’s the mother of a young man that does the bidding. It originated way back when as a way of matching up girls to boys. Although now a days, it’s just a ritual. I may end up deciding to stay with this boy, or I may eventually pick one of my own. Although I do have to decide before my first baby is born. And it doesn’t have to be the father of my c***d. Heck, daddy isn’t my real father, he just happened to be the one that Mom decided on getting married to after being pregnant for three months. As for my real father, the DNA test showed it to be Ron Wolkins, who moved to Illinois a few years back. He’s a nice guy, and I always enjoyed visiting him. Of course, he had been picked by Sarah Todd as her mate, about the same time as mom picked Dad, and they’ve a daughter a few months younger than I. Momma was wiping away a tear, and Dad then stepped into the room, asking “You ready, darling?” I nodded my head yes. I felt rather conspicuous, being the only one wearing clothes, as we left the house, the short, three block walk down to the church. It was built a long time ago, big and cavernous, a former Catholic Church, according to history. Now we’re all one religion, as I walked up the steps behind my parents and in front of my siblings. Once inside, my brother Paul took my young brothers and sisters with him down the aisle to a pew to sit, as Mom and Dad escorted me to a room. Inside, we met up with another girl and her parents. I smiled, seeing Barb in the same outfit as I. We hugged and giggled, with her saying “I can’t believe it’s finally our turn.” Her dad laughed, saying “Well, your momma’s got knocked up the same week, so no surprise that you two are here today.” Mable Hinghner playfully swatted her husband, saying “Fred, be nice. These poor creatures are going to be deflowered today and knocked up by weeks end.” She turned to mom, and asked, “So, how are you taking this, Sue?” Mom smiled, as she hugged Mable, “Oh, just a bit uneasy, I’ve heard the first daughter is always the roughest.” Fred asked Dad, “You’ve what? Two more girls, Joe?” “Yeah,” dad said with a slight chuckle, “And maybe one in the oven here.” He said, as he patted mom’s round belly. The door opened, and the red-haired head of sister Joan popped in, saying “It’s time.” Mom picked up the blindfold, and I raised my veil. The last thing I saw was of Barb getting her blindfold tied on as well. Then, the soft lips of mom touched my lips, as she then whispered, “Relax, it’ll be good.” I sniffed back a tear, as I felt dad’s arm hook into mine. He said “Let’s go.” And with him guiding me, we exited the room. I had no idea if Barb was in front of me, or behind me, as we entered the sanctuary. The sound of the pipe organ was deafening, as the choir sang, while Dad guided me to the alter down the aisle. He stopped short of it, and I heard Dad speak softly, “We’ve the four steps now, one at a time, okay, ready?” I nodded my head, and we made it up without incident. We’ve practiced this the whole last week, every evening. Dad and I, along with Barb and six other girls. This is the nine o’clock service. Two others were done at last nights service, and the other four will be done two each at the two later services today. So with that, Dad guided me to the designated spot, and turned me around to face the congregation. The music stopped, and with Dad’s help, I sat back onto a padded surface. He whispered “I love you.” into my ear, then I heard him walk away down the steps, along with Fred’s dad. Reverend Howell started to speak, acknowledging Barb and I, as we sat there. We were not to stand, as we waited for our time. There was readings from the bible, both my mom and Barb’s read passages, not that I was listening. Hell, my stomach was tied up in knots, as I waited there nervously. After some more prayers, including some directed towards Barb and I, I finally heard the words that I was waiting for. I’ve seen and heard this happen almost every Sunday since I could remember. A girl getting deflowered. But when it’s finally your turn, it’s agonizing, waiting up there in the large church, with hundreds of people watching you. All naked before you, and of course God. Reverend Howell announced, “Will the young men please approach with their mothers.” A hush fell over the church, followed by the sounds of footsteps, and then the sounds of people as they watched the two lucky guys approach the alter, along with their mothers. I sensed someone now standing before me, and a pair of feminine hands grasped mine, signaling it was time for me to stand, I did so, and she slowly turned me around, so I was now facing the alter. She raised my veil over my head, and unfastened the skirt, taking it off my body. As I felt it leave my hips, I turned back around, and heard the softly spoken words of approval from the audience. She was standing to my left, and with her gentle touch, she helped me back to the padded board. I sat, then leaned back, türbanlı samsun escort bayan her hands guiding me until I was laying flat on my back, my feet still on the floor of the alter. My head was just at the end of the board, as I felt her move to between my legs, and her hands grabbed my knees, bringing them up and out. I reached down, and grabbed my knees, and pulled them back, as I felt the velvety soft head of a penis graze my lips. My mouth opened wide, and it slid in against my tongue. I about gagged, as my lips stretched trying to accommodate it. I was thinking that this was one big prick, as the mother between my thighs started licking my slit. My hips moved, enjoying the feeling of her tongue, as it glided up and down my wet slit. I could feel the large vein on the underside of this guys cock as it throbbed against my upper lips, while he edged some more of his massive dong into my mouth. I relaxed my throat, and I could feel the head of his dick slide on in, as his mother was attacking my clit with her tongue, her fingers now wiggling inside my hot cunt, while another was probing deeply inside my anus, making me hotter and hotter for a good cum. I felt his hands grab my breasts, gently kneading them, heightening my arousal even farther. I heard Barb’s moans, and her muffled cry, just feet from me, as she had her orgasm. Mine soon followed, as the ecstasy of it drowned out all senses, as my juices flooded the face of the mother attacking my crotch with mouth and digits. The cock slid out of my mouth, and my chest was heaving as I regained the oxygen that my good, hard cum had cause me to loose. I heard movement, the mother coming up along my right, and the son heading towards my pussy on my left. As the custom, I felt her thighs along the sides of my face as she straddled my head, and her soft hands as she grabbed my legs underneath my knees, holding them for me as I grabbed her hips with my hands, guiding her slit to my mouth. I heard her soft moan, as well as the soft moan of whoever was now straddling Barb’s head, getting her ready for her first penetration as well. I felt his hand, at the top of my mound, as it rested there, just a second before I felt the head of his cock, rubbing up along my slit. I heard murmurs from the congregation, just before I squirmed in sudden discomfort, as he slid his cock in, busting through my hymen, making me groan into his mothers wet cunt. But the suddenness of it was good for me, as I felt his thumb on my clit, as he started to pump my birthing hole with his tool, a tool that was stretching me out like I never knew I could be. I could feel it throbbing, already to blast it’s contents into my womb. My body was responding with desire, as he rubbed my nub, while his shaft glided in and out of my tight cunt. I could hear his grunts, getting louder and his thrusts stronger, signaling that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Then, it happened. My biggest damn orgasm ever, right there on the alter, as I could hear my own muffled screams of joy, muffled by the mature twat on my face, which was almost there as well. And my hard orgasm did the trick, as the mother came on my face, while the son groaned loudly and made one final lunge, his balls slamming into the cheeks of my ass, as his thick baby-making load splattered into the back of my womb, triggering another, but much smaller wonderful orgasm to race through my body. My body was limp, my arms hanging off the side of the breeding board, my legs still held up by the mother, as I felt her first lean forward and kiss her son, then move off my face. Her lips found my lips, and after we exchanged a kiss, I said softly, “Thank you.” My legs wrapped about his waist, and he lowered his face to my right breast, giving my nipple a good suck, making my body shudder. He did likewise to my left breast, a symbolic gesture which he was trained to do, before his lips fell onto mine. My tongue slipped between his lips, as he sucked on it, before he lifted his face from mine, and stepped back from between my legs, his softening prick slipping from my hole, causing me to whimper at it’s loss. I heard Reverend Howell start in prayer, and the male that had just did a wonderful job of taking my cherry took my hands in his, and pulled my weak body up into a sitting position. As the congregation joined in song with the Reverend, I felt him sit on the board behind me, and reach his arms around me, tightening about my body, just under my breasts, breasts still heaving from such a wonderful experience. The singing ended, and I heard everyone sitting down. The service continued, with the usual prayers to continue the service, as well as communion, which Barb and I and our first lovers took part of first. And as the custom, the boy never said a word, just holding onto me, and I enjoyed his broad arms. Of course, I was still trying to figure out who it was. Normally, the boy would be at least eighteen, possibly as old as twenty, but it was hard to tell. I sensed him to be rather big, as he sat behind me, his chin was almost resting above my right ear. And his cock, still somewhat hard, I could feel sticking up against the crack of my lace covered ass. Then, I heard the words of the Reverend, calling for mine and Barb’s parents to approach. I heard silence, save for the sound of footsteps of the four parents as they came up the aisle, then the steps, and each took a position in front of me, to each side. Reverend Howell asked the traditional question, “Do you, as parents of this now former virgin, approve of this breeding performance?” I heard my parents, as well as Barb’s say loudly “We do.” He then said “The male show no remove the blindfold.” I felt his arms release their grip around me, and I missed them already. God, this normally doesn’t happen. A girl falling in love with her first one, But damn! This lover is good. His hands clumsily undid the tied ends behind my hair, and I giggled, at his sudden uneasiness, which I felt coming from him. Once the material dropped from my eyes, it took a second for my eyesight to adjust, and I looked up to my smiling parents. Momma was crying, as she bent her body to plant a kiss on my lips, before she went to my first, and kissed him as well, saying “Thank you, you did well.” türbanlı escort samsun Dad chuckled, his cock pointing to the air, I grinned, knowing that he probably wasn’t the only one to enjoy the servicing. Of course, I don’t remember a Sunday when the males didn’t walk out with raging boners, as he kissed me as well, before reaching behind me, and shaking my first’s hand. And as he told him “Good job.” I looked down at my parted thighs, seeing the puddle of cum that had oozed out of my cunt onto the bench, with traces of my virginal blood smeared on the white lace on my thighs. It was now my turn, as I stood on very weak legs, and turned, to confront my first. I was shocked, seeing who it was. But a smile came quickly to my face, as I said “Thank you, Russ.” He blushed, as he stood, and we stepped away from the breeding board and embraced, my mouth trying to suck the air out of his lungs. The walk off the alter was a blur. My parents and Barb’s, then Russ’s parents and the parents of Dave, Barb’s first, led the way down the aisle and out of the church, into the warm, Florida sun. We stood and greeted everyone as they walked by, as is the custom. And everyone exclaimed that our performance was the best seen in a very long time. And the whole time, I was thinking about Russ. Russell Beales is his name, a few months older than I. He’s a bit heavy, not in such great shape. I know him from school, but that was about it. He was always in the background. Yeah, I remember seeing him after his s*******nth birthday, taking part in his first breeding week. Well, sort of. None of the girls would grant him free access. Of course, he had Wednesday’s and Saturday’s to hone his skills. But now, we were off to the reception. My mind was a mess. My body was as well. Here I was, now at the reception, my hand in a death grip on Russ’s. If you would have told me last week that I would be like this, I would have told you that you were fucking nuts. It was like I was in a daze, as we talked to different relatives, his family’s and mine, and tons of family friends. And then, once the younger k**s were taken from the room, the fun began. My first coming out party. And it all started with me deciding which male I wanted to have to take me first. I just grinned, dropped to my knees and started sucking on Russ’s fat cock. Cheers went up, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my momma smile. He was damn near hard already, so it only took a few moments of sucking for him to be very rigid, and very big. There was no way that I could get it all in my throat, anyway, as I stood, pulling him by his cock and to a table, where I laid across it on my belly, with my feet on the floor as I felt his prick ease on into me once again. I sighed at the feeling of his shank stretching my cunt out, a moan escaping from my lips. I soon found everyone standing around watching us, while he gripped my hips and sawed his log in and out of my cunt. I saw his father, Doug Beales, and I motioned for him to come to my mouth. He put down his drink and stepped in front of me. I grinned as I looked up to him, saying “Thanks for having a wonderful son.”, as I grabbed his lengthy meat, and swallowed the head, my hands tugging on it as I swirled my tongue about the wide head. I was content, feeling two big cocks in both ends, as the place erupted into a scene of sexual chaos. When Russ came, so did I, my cries muffled by his daddy’s pecker in my mouth. I soon found myself willing climbing on Doug’s lap, sliding my freshly fucked cunt down his saliva coated shaft, while mom was nursing Russ’s meat back to hardness for her own upcoming ride, as dad was drilling Russ’s mother, Betty. After that, I was in a haze. Sucking cocks, and riding Russ’s I think five more times. I rode his daddy once more, as well as two of his uncles and a older brother. Yeah, I was a cum covered mess once we entered the shower area of the reception hall, and stripped my now ruined breeding dress off my sore, sexed up body. As momma and my Aunt Mary helped me get cleaned up, momma said “You like the boy, don’t you.” I smiled, “Momma, I had never counted on the first one being so damn good. I mean, I’ve seen others go through boys left and right during their week, not able to decide, but…” I stopped talking, but both older and wiser women chuckled, with Aunt Mary saying “I do have to say, you two hit it off right from the start. Why, I’ve never seen such passion on the first time before.” I turned to momma, and asked “Was your breeding like this?” She rolled her eyes, “God no. It was Larry Jones. Poor k** came on the first damn stroke. He didn’t have the training that Russ has had.” Aunt Mary laughed “Yeah, Betty has the right idea, making him spend two nights a week in bed with some of the older sisters.” She sighed, adding “I do believe that I’m going to send my boys through the same training, once they turn s*******n.” I grinned, adding “Gee mom, maybe you ought to send Paul as well when he’s of age? It might help change his attitude.” Momma playfully swatted me, saying “Be good c***d. Now, let’s get you dried off, and get you home. You’ve a full week ahead of you.” They turned off the water, and we grabbed some towels, before exiting the shower area and into the dressing room. People were milling about, and across the way was Russ. I smiled when our eyes met, and I don’t know why, but I turned to mom, and made a face of pouting. She looked at me, then over at Russ. She sighed, and asked me, “You sure?” I nodded my head enthusiastically. She chuckled, as did Aunt Mary, as Mom said “Oh, all right.” She left our side, and went over to Betty, who was talking to some lady, I think it was her husbands sister, if I remember right. Anyway, mom whispered something into her ear, and her face had a shocked look on it followed by a wide smile. She turned, and mom and her went to her son, where upon, I saw Betty say something, before mom took Russ’s hand and pulled him towards me. Once they got to where I was, Momma asked me “Are you sure?” I smiled, taking Russ’s hand, and giving him a kiss on his lips, then saying to mom, “Yes.” Aunt Mary interjected, “Oh my god! The first day” She sighed, then said “Oh well, what is to be , is to be.” I grinned, as mom said “You know, you’ll still have to go through breeding week.” I laughed, saying “I’m looking forward to it.” Russ had no idea what we were talking about, until mom said to him, “Your mom and I will sit down and settle the issues of where you two are to live. For the time being, you and Angel will have a room in our home. Welcome to it.” A confused look on his face, before he said “Oh, you mean?” I laughed, “Yeah big guy, I’ve chosen you.”

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