Chapter 17

As I slid into Sister Julie for several strokes, Chloe and Zoe both focused on the Catholic schoolgirl, the former licking her pussy and the latter her ass. The student was very much aroused by the experience of being eaten out by the twins, something that made perfect sense when one considered how erotically charged things were ... and I hadn’t even sprinkled the incense yet. At that thought, I chuckled quietly to myself and I pulled out long enough to grab for the incense. Chloe rushed to keep Sister Julie stimulated by spreading her cheeks to lick her tush.

I reached for the incense and Kara assisted me by lighting it to get the scent rising through the air. It quickly filled the atmosphere of the store with its aroma, the fragrance augmenting the already powerful sensuality of the moment. I slid back inside Sister Julie now and she became even wilder than she already was, thrashing and bucking in a frenzy that made the earlier one seem tame by comparison. An already intense mood was heightened exponentially, in a way that could only be supernatural in nature.

Prior to this, there were still many bystanders, who cheered on any active participants, watched them, recorded them, or even gave them standing ovations. Some of the onlookers would then gradually get intimate with somebody. After the incense reached their nostrils, these voyeurs promptly lost all self-restraint and they suddenly added themselves to the festivities. Previously, the attitude had been one of approval and vicarious delight among those not yet motivated to partake of the public sexual antics. Now, of course, there was an overwhelming urge to hump someone within easy reach of them.

Now, at last, while I fucked the holy hell out of Sister Julie and the twins resumed focusing on the schoolgirl, it was like the dams burst. The floodgates opened and the deluge came through, washing through everyone who still had any lingering self-control, breaking that shit down at last. Finally, of course, the full glory of the fertility God and Goddess that we served could be made manifest. At long last, their agenda could be executed to the nth degree.

“Yes, at last ... finally! It is ... glorious!” I heard Ashtaroth shout as the incense mingled with the normal air and affected everyone’s libido.

“It is beautiful ... as you humans like to say, that’s what I’m talking about here!” Baal chuckled as he surveyed the impact of the incense.

I pumped even harder inside Sister Julie and she became an animal, mindlessly pushing back at me with incredible lust. She started licking the schoolgirl’s ass, which prompted Zoe to give way this time and start rimming Sister Julie instead. Chloe resumed her tongue work on the schoolgirl’s pussy, eating away at her teenage twat with a fierce hunger. Our little fivesome grew more instinctive, more primal, soon becoming a six-way as Kara pushed her own ass directly in the schoolgirl’s face.

“Lick it, babe ... lick that ass! You know that you want to taste my sister’s booty!” I taunted the schoolgirl, even as she greedily lapped at Kara and Sister Julie did the same to her.

“Oh, yes ... it’s ... so delicious! And that tongue ... that ... tongue!” the schoolgirl shouted, “and that ... tongue, too! Both ... fucking ... tongues!”

It wasn’t too shocking that she couldn’t speak in complete sentences at this point, between Chloe devouring her pussy and Sister Julie gliding her way along her butt-crack. The flavors of Kara’s bum didn’t make it easier, either. The young lady might or might not be a virgin at this point, but she damn sure wouldn’t be by the end of the day.

One way or another, she would be rid of her V-card, too. I was determined to ensure that, by hook or by crook. I wasn’t going to allow virginity to continue unchecked among those of suitable age, not in any form. It might be merely a social construct, but it was one that did a lot of harm to youth in my book, making mountains out of molehills such as one’s first time. The notion of sexual purity was likely dead, but I wanted to fucking bury it!

As I fucked Sister Julie even harder, she squirmed and gushed all over me, every stroke making her feel the full force of my primal mating instinct at work. My atavistic urges dominated both of us by then, driving me to ream her as roughly as conceivable. The sight of her lovely buttocks only strengthened the demands of the biological imperative as I mounted her repeatedly from behind. The power of the fertility magic was now at work and I was unable to hold back for even a minute longer.

I spurted several successive ropes of my jizz balls deep inside Sister Julie’s ginger bush, reading her mind at last as I spent myself into her cunt. Her full name was Julianne Marie O’Keefe, and she was an orphan brought up by nuns herself since her parents died in a fire when she was eight. She still had some memories of her family life prior to the orphanage, though they weren’t as pronounced as her recollection of the punishments that she got from the nuns. They virtually beat any kind of sexual awakening out of her by the age of fourteen, causing her to adopt a life of total chastity until my birthday wish jarred those impulses loose.

When Sister Julie broke free, she really did, taking advantage of the summer break to entice as many teenage girls between her legs as she could. I saw that she wasn’t exactly gay, but that side of her sexuality was more pronounced, at least at the moment. She had more opportunities to seduce girls, after all, didn’t she? Now that they were full of raging hormones and had no studies to divert them, it was open season with the changes and all.

I then read the schoolgirl’s mind and learned that she was Robin Leigh Anderson, the daughter of an interfaith and interracial marriage between a Cajun Catholic mother and an African Methodist Episcopal father. Her parents had a series of lengthy spats, but so far hadn’t reached the point of separation, let alone divorce. Chief among these issues was that during seasonal breaks, Myles Anderson wanted his daughter to attend AME services since she went to Catholic Mass while in school. Since there was a racial as well as religious component, the quarrels were rather intense, especially of late.

I could sense that Robin had bonded on some level with her favorite schoolmistress, Sister Julie, finding in her a confidant who had been entirely platonic prior to my nineteenth birthday. Robin had become Sister Julie’s first lover and vice versa, and it had happened within seconds of my wish coming true. Sister Julie had an impulse to plant a loving kiss and embrace on her pupil, and within minutes of that, they tore off each other’s clothes to make sweet lady love to each other. I had transformed a mentor-protege relationship between a teacher and student into a full-blown lesbian love affair ... and I loved that knowledge!

The most delightful part of that story was that they were quickly caught by other nuns and students, only to have everyone actively condone instead of condemning the Sapphic tryst. In the past, both of them would have been in real trouble, even during summer vacation, since Sister Julie was still a nun and a teacher, no less. Instead, other nuns started doing stuff to Robin, and of course, other students made passes at Sister Julie. That didn’t even count what the nuns did to each other and likewise with the pupils. St. Agnes Catholic Girls High School became a regular Sodom and Gomorrah, at least among those teachers and students present in the summer. Even the priests got laid by teachers and pupils alike.

“So, you like that fiery bush, don’t you?” I teased Robin as I slid inside her wet and ready snatch, “what do you call it again, the ‘burning bush?’ You’re very drawn to it, loving the taste and smell of it so much.”

“Yes ... yes ... yes! I ... can’t ... help it! Her pussy with that crimson bush is so fucking juicy and sweet! I could lick it until my jaws are sore! Fucking delicious!” Robin confessed loudly as I plowed her good and hard from behind.

I was profoundly pleased that there were no longer UTIs, STIs, or male refractory periods at all, especially as I considered who else to fuck and where. I saw where Trina and Ashley now shared a rabbi and his wife, the former putting her mouth around his cock and the latter delving into her partner’s slippery snatch. The rabbi had already been intimate with at least one other person, I could smell it on him, but I wasn’t sure whom. His wife was covered in jizz, strongly indicating that she broke entirely free by now.

I read his mind and discovered that he was Rabbi Abel Eisenbaum and his wife was Ruth or “Ruthie” Eisenbaum, nee Silverman. I could tell that they had a mostly cozy and happy marriage, except that Ruthie had constant sexual fantasies about other men and so did Abel. They were often the same guys, too, since Abel was gay and shared many of her tastes, in fact. Then I realized that they both acted on said desires since my birthday wish ... and that Abel didn’t limit himself to guys after all.

“Nobody’s ... all gay or all straight anymore. Pure heterosexuality and pure homosexuality are both gone, as you previously surmised. Even asexuality is gone. Everyone is bisexual now. Everyone. As you can see, far from ending their marriage, it has strengthened it far more than anything. Everyone is hypersexual, too, but some have even more powerful impulses than their neighbors.

“The incense is putting things on steroids, as it were. I really hope that you fuck them next, in fact. I would love to see you breed a rabbi’s wife if she isn’t already bred. Just as you did with an imam’s wife ... and you likely will with pastors’ wives sooner or later. Too bad Catholic priests’ don’t have wives. It would be great to see you breed them as well. Mormon bishops have wives at least,” Baal laughed mischievously as I continued to pump in and out of Robin’s luscious twat.

“Breed me ... breed me ... breed me ... I was so ... into girls ... and only girls, but now ... now I want both! Boys and girls alike! I want you to ... breed me. Oh, fucking put it inside me! Knock me the hell up!” Robin screamed as I pounded her even harder on each stroke.

I smiled while admiring Robin’s bare bottom, even as Chloe, Zoe, Sister Julie, and Kara all started licking her entire body. Every thrust inside the biracial schoolgirl drove her closer to the edge of her release, of course. She became a wild woman in every sense, shouting herself hoarse as she felt me screw her in tandem with four other ladies right there in a public place of business. Those tongues greatly assisted me, but she absolutely welcomed my prick inside with every last stroke.

When I shoved Kara’s tongue up her ass in particular, it was too much for Robin and she creamed herself all over my cock. My sister looked up at me and winked before sticking her tongue back inside Robin’s truly fantastic booty. Chloe and Zoe both started licking around Robin’s cornhole to add to the sensation, even as Sister Julie focused on her taint. It was truly delicious to view the enthusiastic lesbian tongue-fest as I humped away at the fifteen year old girl.

Finally, of course, it was too much, and Robin creamed herself all over again, at which point I emptied my balls yet again. Robin rose on unsteady feet, while the ladies moved their tongues just enough to let her. She planted a sweet, passionate kiss on my mouth, at which point Sister Julie did the same to both of us. Then I locked lips with Kara, Chloe, Zoe, just before they made out with Robin and Sister Julie. Well, they belonged to the twins now, didn’t they?

“Just remember that you also belong to Master and Mistress, as do we. Never forget that, ladies. Even Mistress belongs to Master, she’ll tell you that much, in fact,” Chloe informed the new thralls.

“Very much so. I absolutely belong to Master and I won’t hear any talk to the contrary. I’m his partner, yes, but I’m his junior. I’m the Queen to his motherfucking King, and I literally mean that part. I don’t even recall how many times he’s plowed his own mother as well as mine and me. He’s engaged, too, and he often bangs his fiancee and her mother. She’s only a year older than you. Fellow jailbait, if you will. Not that it will matter for much longer, if it even does now,” Kara told Robin as we all kissed her in several places on her now naked body.