Chapter 21: The Sluts Worship Their Stud

Ashtoreth

He was going to build me a temple. I quivered in delight.

Mrs. Grace Jessup

I quivered in delight as I waited at the pickup area at the airport, my pussy so wet for my lover to arrive. I might be married to a preacher, but Joseph owned my pussy. I was his slut through and threw, pregnant with his child.

My husband was my willing cuckold. He understood that Joseph was just special.

The sliding glass doors opened and Joseph appeared with two women. One was his older sister Rebecca, a busty girl in her early twenties with dyed-red hair in a a short skirt with wool and thigh-high stockings. The other was a slender blonde with the build of a gymnast. She dragged her suitcase behind her, a big smile on her face. Who was she? Another woman that Joseph found? She must be barely eighteen.

I climbed out of the car, my heart pounding my chest. “Joseph!”

“Mrs. Jessup,” he said as I rushed to him. I threw my arms around his neck. I kissed him, savoring his strong hands gripping my rump. It had been three long weeks while he had been gone on Christmas vacation. The other women of my prayer group missed him as much as me.

Sure, we had our lesbian sex like he wanted, but it just wasn’t the same.

I broke the kiss with Joseph. He grinned at me and said, “Miss me.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “I need to ride your big dick!” I glanced at the girl. “And, um, who’s she.”

“I’m Abigail!” the girl squealed, bouncing up and down. “His little sister and special slut.” She whipped out a pregnancy test from a pocket and waved it before me so fast I couldn’t read it. “My big brother bred me! I just found out!”

“That’s wonderful,” I said and kissed her. I loved the feel of her lips on my mouth. She groaned as she made out with me. She kissed me back. That was so hot. I loved it so much. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was just great to make out with her.

I broke the kiss with her only for Rebecca to hug and kiss me. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I knew she was pregnant, too. That was just wonderful that he had a special slut in his little sister. She was adorable.

“I held out so long,” said his little sister. “That’s what makes me special. My big brother had to win over my pussy. I didn’t just throw myself at him like all the rest of you whores.”

I broke the kiss and moaned, “I know. We’re such whores. Rebecca, you drive. I need to have our man in me. It’s been three weeks. Three!”

Rebecca laughed. “I get it. That’s why I came back with him. I’ll drive. You can ride shotgun with me, pipsqueak. Let the preacher’s wife enjoy our brother’s big dick.”

“All preacher’s wives are such sluts,” Abigail said. I could only moan in agreement.

We quickly stowed their suitcases in the back. Joseph slid in and whipped out his dick. My pussy melted. I hiked my skirt—I wasn’t wearing panties; I’m not an idiot—as I climbed into the car. I straddled him and lowered my dripping pussy to his cock.

“Yes,” I groaned in delight as I sank down him.

My married pussy sank down his dick. It was just so good to do that. I loved sliding my cunt down him. He felt so incredible in my pussy. It was just a beautiful thing to have all this cock in me. I groaned in delight.

Rebecca pulled us away from the curb. I slid my cunt up his dick. He growled, his hands squeezing my rump. I cupped his face and kissed the young man, my fingers brushing his glasses. He was so strong. So intelligent.

I was so glad to be his married whore and to cuck my preacher husband with him.

I plunged my cunt down his cock. He reached so deep into me. He was so big and thick. The best cock in the world. I gripped his dick and rode him with passion. I worked my cunt up and down his dick. It was just incredible to do that.

I loved riding him. I worked up and down him. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring my cunt around his dick. It was just incredible to do that. I loved having him in me. I plunged my cunt down his dick. I rode him with all that I had.

It was just incredible to plunge down his cock and slid back up him. My boobs bounced in my blouse. I made out with him as Rebecca drove us back. It was just glorious to have his cock in my pussy again. I was so happy to have him in me one more time.

It was heaven.

My tongue danced with him. He groaned, his hands kneading my rump. He squeezed my butt-cheeks as I worked up and down him. I loved the feel of his cock in me. He just had the best cock in the world.

“Ooh, ooh, you’re really riding him,” Abigail said.

I broke the kiss and glanced over my shoulder. She peered at us from in between the front seats, her blue eyes sparkling. I smiled at her as I rode her big brother’s cock. I worked up and down him, glorying in him.

“I am riding him,” I moaned. “Can you imagine going three weeks without being fucked by him once?”

She shook her head, her eyes so wide. “You poor thing. Work that pussy up and down his cock. My big brother’s dick is awesome.”

“Mmm, yes,” Rebecca purred. “Fuck him hard.”v “Yes,” growled Joseph.

I was so glad that his special slut approved. I plunged my cunt down his dick, thankful I got to ride this huge dick. It was a pleasure to work up and down him. He felt so good in my cunt. I groaned, riding him with all that I had.

It was just incredible to do that. I loved his huge dick in me. He groaned as I rode him with such passion. I plunged my cunt down him. It was wonderful to do that. He growled in delight as I rode him with all that I had.

It was just an amazing moment. I groaned, savoring his cock in my pussy. My boobs bounced as I rode him fast and hard. I gripped him with my hot snatch. I would just have a huge cum on him. I could not wait to cum on him with all that I had.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimpered. “I want your cum in me. I’m pregnant with your baby!”

“Yes!” he growled. “I love breeding you sluts!”

“We love being bred by you!” I moaned, working up and down him. It was just amazing to ride him like that. I shuddered, savoring every inch of his cock in me. I would have a huge climax. Just a big one. It would be fantastic. “Love it!”

He gripped my rump, his fingers so strong. I groaned, my cunt gripping his cock. I rode him with such a frantic passion. I just had to cum on him. I needed to burst on his cock. That would be just incredible. I plunged down him again. He growled out in delight as I did that.

I was so close to cumming on him. Just so close to bursting on him. That would be incredible. I could not wait to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring my snatch around his dick.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” I moaned as I plunged down him.

I burst in rapture.

My cunt writhed around the stud’s big dick. I shuddered, savoring the heat sweeping through me. It was just incredible to have all that ecstasy rushing through my body. I groaned, my cunt milking his cock. I needed his cum in my bred pussy.

“Flood me, Joseph!” I howled. “Fill my slutty cunt with your cum!”

“Yes,” he growled and erupted into my twat.

I kissed him as his seed pumped into my pussy again. Three weeks. It was glorious. I was so glad to have my man’s cum dumping into my pussy again and again. He filled me up with everything that he had. It was just a glorious thing to enjoy.

More and more blasts of his cum flooded my pussy. My snatch rippled around him. I nursed on him with all my hot flesh. I enjoyed every second of it. I loved the pleasure sweeping through me. It was just perfect.

“Yes,” I whimpered as I trembled through all that rapture. He squeezed my rump. He held me tight as I kissed him. I loved that so much. I was so glad to make out with him. It was just incredible to have all this pleasure rushing through me. “Oh, yes, that’s good!”

“So good,” he growled as he erupted into me one more time.

I slumped into him, my orgasm hitting that wonderful peak. I shuddered, just letting the bliss melt through my body. I loved that heat soaking through me. It was just so wonderful as I held him. He was back. He was here with me again.

“I’m going to move into a place with my entire harem, Mrs. Jessup,” he said, his hand stroking down my back. “Probably your place. For now. We’ll have to have something bigger.”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” I whimpered, eager to live with all his whores. I was back with the man who owned my pussy.

Joseph Meyers

We arrived at Mrs. Jessup’s house. Cars were lining the road before her house and across the street. Clearly, all my women were here. I was glad to see that as I climbed out. Mrs. Jessup grabbed my arm, not caring who saw us.

Abigail took the other.

We headed inside. Ms. Smythe, my favorite teacher at my college, flew to me. The black-haired woman kissed me, our glasses’ frames bumping as she made out with me. I held her to me, my cock so hard.

“WELCOME HOME!” squealed more members of my harem.

Donna, Bianca, and Ashley were all there and naked, the three coeds who lived on my dorm floor were grinning at me. Purple-haired Bianca on the right, brown-haired Ashley on the left, and dark-skinned Donna in the middle. Behind them, Mrs. Murphy, Natasha Attar (the woman who ran secret delights, Natti the barista, Mrs. Vanderson (Grace’s sister and member of the prayer group), Angela Baker (another member of the prayer group), and Mrs. Perez (a third member of the prayer group) were all spilling out of the kitchen, as naked as the rest.

Mr. Jessup sat on a chair in the corner.

Ms. Smythe clung to me, her hand working my cock out of my pants as I moved to the front of my harem. I had others—like the members of Abigail’s cheer squad; Miss Barbara, a preacher’s wife; and Mrs. Howser, Ashley’s mother—who were not present.

Ms. Smythe dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock as I announced, “I’m turning your church, Reverend Jessup, into a temple to worship Ashtoreth.”

“What?” he gasped. “You can’t do that. She’s a pagan goddess. It’s a House of Worship.”

“I don’t care if you want me to,” I said. “If you object, well, you won’t ever get to watch your wife worship me.”

“Never,” Mrs. Jessup agreed. “Be lucky Joseph lets you spank it in the corner as I worship his cock.”

“I...” Reverend Jessup lowered his head and submitted.

“Good,” I said, savoring that mouth working on my cock. “We’re going to head over to the church. Ms. Smythe, you did what I asked.”

She ripped her mouth off my cock and gasped, “Yes, yes, I had the artifact delivered.”

“Then let’s go and dedicate the church,” I said, eager to worship Ashtoreth. It was something I conjured out of my imagination. I mean, she couldn’t really exist, but...

It felt so right to do this. To worship the Canaanite Goddess of Sex.

Ashtoreth

I was giddy with joy as I watched the women and their cuckolds—four of them were married women; Mrs. Jessup, Mrs. Vanderson, Mrs. Murphy, and Mrs. Perez—lifting the cedar pillar out of the back of the car. It was an honest-to-goodness Ashtoreth Pole. A recreation, to be sure, but that was enough for it to work. They carried it inside.

I breathed in the sweet scent of the cedar. I hugged the pole, humping up and down it. I felt the power of the symbol. It had to be worshiped. It was the massive cock that I fucked to bless the world with fertility.

It was an idol of Joseph’s cock.

I drifted to him and whispered, “It has to be dedicated with the passion of your whores.”

Joseph Meyer

I smiled as that thought whispered into my mind. That made sense. “It has to be dedicated with the passion of you whores.”

They all giggled as they stared at the large pole that was set up at the front of the church. A shaft of polished cedar, a recreation of an Ashtoreth Pole. These used to be erected on High Places across Canaan. One was even erected in the Solomonic Temple during Judah’s apostasy.

My women moved to form a ring around it. I grabbed Ms. Smythe and said, “You get a special reward. On your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Joseph,” my archaeology teacher moaned. She knelt before me, her naked rump quivering.

The other women settled down in a circle and started rubbing their cunts, their pussies aimed at the pole. My little sister grinned at me as she worked her fingers in and out of her cunt. Rebecca was on her right and Ashley Howard was on her left. They formed a circle of gasping women from barely legal sluts to delicious MILFs.

I was so hard. The cucks watched, allowed to jerk off their little dicks, but they didn’t get to touch my women. Only my cock was good enough for them. I pressed my rod into Ms. Smythe’s butt-crack. I slid down to her asshole.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, Joseph,” she moaned as I drilled against her backdoor.

“I’m just impressed you put this together in two weeks,” I said. “You deserve to be ass-fucked.”

She moaned in delight as I thrust hard against her anal ring. I loved how she resisted me. That felt so incredible. Her anal ring stretched and stretched. I shuddered, wanting her to just swallow me. She surrendered to my cock.

I popped into her bowels. And savored entering her. It was just an incredible moment. She felt so good around my cock as I slid into her anal sheath. I loved every second of this. It was just a beautiful moment.

“Oh, Joseph,” she moaned as the other women gasped their delight.

The scents of more than a dozen pussies filled my nose. I breathed them in, reveling in their delight. They had such a heady aroma. I groaned and pumped away at her asshole. I fucked her bowels with force. I slammed into her with everything that I had.

I watched my women moaning and gasping. Mrs. Perez’s golden-brown tits jiggled as she frigged her cunt. Mrs. Jessup and Mrs. Vanderson made out, the sisters fingering each other’s cunts and sharing in their lesbian passion.

I drank in the sight of all my women masturbating. Natti tossed her head, her afro looking so sexy on her. I smiled at Bianca trembling. The Quebecois beauty moaned our her delight with the other as she frigged her twat.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I growled and fucked into that tight asshole. “That’s good. I’m going to cum in your asshole. Just erupt into your bowels. Fuck, yes!”

I slammed into that tight anal sheath again and again. I fucked her with such might. I buried into her with all that I had. It was just incredible to fuck into her bowels. I loved the way that she held me tight. She squeezed around me with such wonderful flesh.

I pumped in and out of her anal sheath. I slammed to the hilt in her bowels. It was just so good to fuck her. I pounded her with force. I slammed into her anal sheath with all that I had. It was just wondrous to fuck her bowels.

The women moaned louder and louder. They gasped and moaned as they frigged themselves to their orgasm. I wanted them to have a huge climax. I was just so ready for them all to gasp out in delight.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped the slut as I fucked her assholes. “Ooh, that’s it. That’s so good!”

“Ms. Smythe!” I groaned, my nuts slapping into her anal sheath. “Fuck, that’s good!”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned as the other women gasped.

Then the squeals began.

Abigail came, her juices gushing from her pussy and spraying the wood of the Ashtoreth Pole. Mrs. Jessup came on her sister’s fingers next. Mrs. Vanderson joined her swiftly. Donna and Mrs. Perez cried out in rapture. Mrs. Murphy, Rebecca, Natasha Attar, Ashley, Bianca, Natti, and Angel were all gasping out as their passion squirted from their cunts and soaked the wood.

They blessed the Ashtoreth Pole with their passion as I fucked Ms. Smythe’s asshole hard and fast. I pumped in and out of her bowels, loving how she gripped me. She squeezed about me with that hot flesh. It was just incredible to fuck her like that.

It was wonderful. Wondrous.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as I fucked her, the women all gasping and squealing.

“That’s so wonderful!” one of the women in a sultry voice purred. “Bless my pole!”

“Fuck, Joseph!” my archaeology teacher moaned as I buried into her anal sheath. “I love you!”

Her asshole spasmed around my cock.

I groaned in delight as she rippled around me. She felt incredible. I loved every second of this. It was just incredible to have her writhing around me. She milked my cock with that hot asshole. I savored every second of this bliss.

It was just incredible to dump all my cum into that hot asshole. I filled up her bowels with my warm cum. It was wonderful. I was in heaven here as I flooded her spasming anal sheath with my cum. The worship hall reverberated with passion.

With worship to Ashtoreth.

“My Goddess!” I cried out as I dumped my cum into her asshole. “Shit!”

“You will always have my blessing,” whispered through my mind as I erupted one last time into Ms. Smythe’s writhing asshole.

I shuddered, savoring that delight. My teacher’s asshole rippled around my cock a few more times. I groaned as she ripped her asshole off my cock and crawled forward. I blinked as she headed to the pole. She was going to masturbate on it, too.

“Mrs. Jessup and Mrs. Vanderson, get over here and suck my dick clean!” I growled.

The two sisters ripped their fingers out of each other’s cunts and rose to their feet. They rushed over to me. Mrs. Jessup, the older sister, had bigger boobs than her little sister’s round tits. They both wore their wedding rings.

Their husbands both watched them drop to their knees and nuzzled their lips into the base of my dirty dick. I groaned as they dragged their tongues up my cock. I groaned as they climbed higher and higher up my cock.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, that’s it. That’s fucking it! Shit, that’s good!”

I loved the feel of their tongues sweeping over the crown of my cock. I trembled at that heat. It felt amazing to have that happen. I shuddered, a big smile spreading on my lips. It was just an incredible moment. I nodded, savoring this delight.

They caressed me with passion. They stroked over me with their tongues. I loved them doing that. They licked up my shaft again, reaching my crown and kissing each other. It was hot watching the sister-MILFs making out.

They broke the kiss and smiled up at me. “Mmm, suck him first, Macy,” Mrs. Jessup purred. “I enjoyed him on the ride here.”

“Such a sweet big sis,” Mrs. Vanderson moaned and swallowed my cock.

I groaned as her lips slid over my dirty dick. She tasted the sour flavor of Ms. Smythe’s asshole around my cock. I groaned in delight, savoring that hot mouth working up and down me. She suckled on me with passion.

She worked up and down me while her sister watched on. I savored having the brunette blow me. Her sister had black hair, but they both had similar faces. I smiled down at the MILF as she suckled on me. She nursed me with passion.

“Don’t forget to share that sour flavor with your sister,” I said. “Don’t hog it.”

Mrs. Vanderson ripped her mouth off my cock and gasped, “Right, right. Just sucking that earthy flavor off your dick is so good! Makes me feel like a real slut!”

“You are a real slut!” Mrs. Jessup said and engulfed my cock.

“Go, Grace, go!” her sister cheered as the preacher’s wife suckled my dick clean.

I groaned as Mrs. Jessup worked her mouth down my cock until I hit the back of her throat. She gurgled for a moment before she deep-throated me. She worked her lips down my shaft, polishing the lower portions of my cock clean.