Our Daily Bred (paranormal breeding sex) (2 page)

“Did you ever consider that
there were other ways for you to show your love for God?” I heard
his voice question as he walked closer behind me. “What if God
wanted you to swim? You’re obviously passionate about it and very
talented. What if God made you this way for a reason?”

I thought carefully about his
words until I felt each of his hands come to rest on my shoulders
and give them a squeeze. He repeated the squeezing motion over and
over again, and the muscles I hadn’t even realised were knotted up
until that point began relaxing one by one under his unusually warm
grip. The sensation was amazing, I swore I could feel a hot humming
energy just under the surface of his skin that spread from his
hands into my body, just like in the stories of how Jesus could lay
his hands on people and heal them. As if from a great distance I
heard myself asking how I could know what God wanted me to do.

“That’s what I’m here for,
Tania, to help you realise your true calling.” Father Hanson’s
words filled my whole world, his deep voice resonated and echoed
within my head as his wonderful hands massaged all my worries away
and that strange warm energy of his poured into me.

“What should I do, Father?” My
voice sounded strange to me, I could barely get my words out as I
revelled in the sensation of his hands squeezing my breasts. My
breasts? When had he moved his hands? I hadn’t noticed at all. I
feebly raised one of my own hands to try and push his away but it
dropped back into my lap, what he was doing felt so good, I
couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

“Mmmmm” A wordless noise of
pleasure emitted from my mouth and my nipples hardened against my
bra as he continued to knead my soft fleshy mounds.

“I talk with God constantly,
Tania, and you have been chosen.” His words seemed to exist
entirely in my head now, as if he didn’t even have to speak for me
to hear him.

“Chosen for what?” I
breathed.

“To build God’s army.”

“I will... fight for God.” I
said and this seemed to amuse him, the words that came back to me
seemed tinged with merriment at my response, as if a kitten had
done something cute.

“No, Tania, you will help me
BUILD God’s army. I think we both know you were born to do this.
I’ve known ever since that first day we met and you showed me your
tits that you would bear many sons and daughters for God. Don’t you
agree?”

The day we met... it was all so
foggy in my memory. Hadn’t that been an accident? A wardrobe
malfunction of sorts? Thinking back to the day I could almost
remember undoing those buttons on my shirt before I knocked on the
door to that office. Is that how it happened? Had I always wanted
this? The vibrating energy emanating from his hands directly on to
my breasts and erect nipples was making it even harder to think,
but I couldn’t remember ever feeling so good as when he touched me.
My body finally convinced me that Father Hanson was right.

“Yes, Father.” I agreed.

“Good girl, you are going to be
God’s little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Father.” I repeated.

“Amen.” the voice in my head
boomed.

Suddenly Father Hanson was
carrying me and I hadn’t even noticed him pick me up. One of the
nuns held open a door I hadn’t seen when first entering the office
and closed it behind us. Looking around dazedly I saw we were in a
long hallway and we passed many closed doors before we finally
stopped outside an open door, which I saw had my name written on a
card, slotted into some kind of card holder on the door itself.

Inside the room was nearly bare
except for what looked like some kind of medical examination bed
used by gynaecologists, the beds with the stirrups to keep women’s
legs spread, and a small table with a few strange instruments on
it. Father Hanson set me down on the bed and strapped my legs into
the stirrups so I couldn’t move my legs from the splayed position
they were in.

Looking downwards, I could only
see the top of Father Hanson’s head as he peered under my skirt
while sitting on a stool of some kind. I began to squirm with
anticipation as he sat there drinking in the view of my panty-clad
sex, only the thin white material separated his eyes from my most
private of places. I never told anybody, as I hadn’t wanted to
appear vain, but I knew that all my swimming had a positive effect
on my body. My legs were toned and athletic and I kept myself
pretty much clean shaven from the waist down. Part of it was to
reduce drag in the water, part of it was because I loved the
feeling of my smooth pussy and never having to worry about pubic
hair peeking out the side of my swimsuit.

Standing up he moved forward,
pressing a huge bulge in his pants against the crotch of my
panties. I whimpered, even through all those layers of material I
could feel that strange heat and energy. I could already feel the
throbbing of his cock against my clit as he leaned forward, pushing
my shirt up over my breasts and exposing my lacy black bra.

“You’re not a virgin.” He said
it not as a question, but as a statement of fact.

“No, Father.” I said, there was
no point in lying.

“Those social events they
organise with the local boys’ school can get a little... out of
hand sometimes can’t they?” He asked, grinding against me almost
imperceptibly. I felt my pussy moisten in response.

“Yes, Father... is it... OK?” I
asked, suddenly worried that he wouldn’t want me anymore.

“Yes, child, not every woman
whom the holy spirit comes upon need be a virgin. A harlot may
beget as readily as a saint.”

I realised that this was the
second time in only a few minutes I’d been called a slut. Part of
me wanted to deny the title, I’d only had sex with that one boy,
but then I realised that to be a slut for God was an honour, not a
shame. Father Hanson stepped back and grabbed a huge pair of
scissors from the small table and my pussy felt cold without the
heat of his cock pressing against it. I was momentarily worried as
he slid the scissors up my taught navel, the cold metal making me
flinch. Slipping the scissors over the material of my bra between
my breasts he closed the blades with a powerful clench of his
hand.

My ample teen tits had been
straining against the supportive garment, when the bra was cut open
the material sprang away from me to each side and my breasts
spilled out, my hard nipples pointing straight up. Father Hanson
paused only briefly to admire them before retracting the scissors
and slipping them under the hem of my skirt. I felt a tugging at my
panties and then a repeat of that snipping sound before the cool
air hit my wet and clean-shaven snatch.

Once again Father Hanson’s head
disappeared out of view as he sat on the stool between my legs.
Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my pussy and gasped. I struggled
against the restraints, trying to inch myself lower and feel his
mouth on me, but I was unable to move far enough. It was sensual
agony in that immeasurable time with just that hot air hitting my
most sensitive spot.

Finally Father Hanson ended my
torment and I felt his lips softly gripping at my pussy lips,
gently tugging again and again on each side and conducting that
same thrumming heat into my body with every touch, driving me wild.
My juices began leaking out from between my folds, smearing his
lips, and subsequently getting spread all over as he kissed and
caressed my sex. Suddenly I felt his hot wet tongue snake out of
his mouth and slip into my tight teen tunnel. It was unbelievably
long and plunged into my depths over and over again. My hips began
to buck as it impaled me, like it was stoking a fire of pleasure
that grew in my belly.

Without warning he extracted his
tongue and replaced it with two fingers, plunging them inside of me
with a corkscrewing action as he began to flick his tongue against
my clit. It was all too much, his heat was spreading and increasing
in its intensity and I was beginning to sweat as I writhed against
his face. The speed of his flickering tongue was incredible, it was
almost super-human and I felt my orgasm quickly building as it
assaulted my clit with warm, wet vibrations.

Father Hanson’s tongue was
relentless and my orgasm blasted through the point of no return,
exploding pleasure from my clit into my body as I bucked and
writhed against the restraints, screaming affirmatives, curse words
and gibberish all mixed together like some primal language of pure
lust. Still his tongue pleasured me, prolonging my orgasm and
keeping me at the hot and lofty heights of bliss for an eternity.
I’d never felt closer to God before that point in time.

When at last my orgasm began to
fade I was a breathless wreck soaked in my own sweat everywhere
except between my legs, which was dripping with my pussy juices.
Father Hanson stood up and looked down upon me with a hunger in his
eyes.

“It is time for you to conceive
for God, Tania.” He said.

“I’m ready, Father.” I managed
to pant out between breaths.

Father Hanson stood and took off
his shirt, slowly revealing the tanned body of a Greek God. Part of
my mind thought he must spend as much time in the gym as I did in
the swimming pool but it was soon drowned out by the rest of my
mind and body that just wanted to be fucked and impregnated for God
by the vision of masculine perfection that was standing between my
legs. He bent down slightly and I heard the faint rustling of
material as his pants slid down and off his legs. When he was at
full height again I could see the head of his cock just peeking
over the hem of my skirt, standing proudly erect and blocking out
view of Father Hanson’s belly button. It seemed impossibly thick
and hard, I’d never imagined I would see anything like it in my
life but there it was about to be thrust into me.

Father Hanson reached down with
one hand and his cock head disappeared from my view as he pointed
it at my slit. If his hands and tongue were unusually warm, his
cock was positively boiling. When it came into contact with my
pussy lips I was almost sure there would be a hissing sound as my
juices were turned to steam under its incredible heat but that
didn’t happen. Instead it seemed to reignite the fire of pleasure
everywhere it touched as it relentlessly pushed forward into
me.

My pussy was wet and willing but
I wasn’t sure if it was able. Wider and wider my lips were
stretched as my pussy struggled to accept even the head of his cock
into me. I’d never felt anything remotely like it, the size alone
would have been worthy of campfire stories for generations, but the
humming heat that flowed from him added an otherworldly quality to
the sensation as if I was getting fucked by the God of volcanoes or
something.

After what seemed like forever,
trapped somewhere between fear of the size and desperation to get
more of his cock into me I finally felt my pussy lips slide over
the ridge of the head, giving me some slight reprieve from the
fear. Without any pause or acknowledgment of this milestone, Father
Hanson continued pushing forward and his giant member invaded my
fertile depths. At last I felt the head of his cock brush up
against my cervix at the same time as his heavy balls came to rest
gently on the cushion of my ass, I swore I could almost sense the
billions of sperm contained within, eager to find one or more of my
eggs. They yearned for me, and I for them.

Father Hanson placed a hand on
each of my hips and pulled backwards, his thick erection
tantalising every side of my vagina. Once more my lips were
stretched over the ridge of his cock head and I suddenly felt cold
and empty again. I felt a momentary surge of panic at the fleeting
thought he would stop but this was instantly driven from my mind as
his hands suddenly gripped harder and he thrust back into me in one
hard motion, his balls making a slapping sound on my ass before
briefly coming to rest again.

As he built up pace and the wet
sounds of his cock pounding into my pussy filled the small room I
felt my breasts begin to bounce in time with each of his thrusts. I
briefly remembered the day I’d signed up for this course and how my
tits had made it so hard to run without a bra. I grasped at my
chest with my hands, steadying my breasts and I pinched my nipples,
adding to the sensations rushing into my overstimulated body from
his hot and throbbing cock. I looked down at him and could have
sworn he was almost glowing with a bright white light just under
his skin. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

With each thrust I pinched at
myself until I felt another orgasm just out of reach. There was no
denying that Father Hanson was shining with a strange and bright
white light now, I had to close my eyes against it, beautiful or
not. The light shone through my eyelids, filtering through the thin
barrier and ending up a reddish brown to my closed eyes and still
his majestic cock sawed in and out of me at a feverish pace.

My body strained for the
promised pleasure, so close now, and I ceased being a passive
partner in the sex. My pussy gripped at him, eager to extract the
ecstasy I knew could be mine despite the enormous girth. I heard
him grunt in response and felt a moment of elation as a modicum of
power became mine before my orgasm hit me, washing away all
thoughts and all but the most basic emotion of lust.

I opened my eyes and immediately
shut them again. All that could be seen was the white light of
Father Hanson like I was floating in a lightning bolt and the slap
of his balls on my ass was like a clap of thunder, shaking me with
pleasure. In the midst of my orgasm I felt Father Hanson thrust
deeper inside me than any thrust before it and sigh. The head of
his cock pushed at my cervix again and I felt his hot seed spurt
directly into my fertile womb, time and again until I could feel it
pooling inside me.