Chapter 6: Taking the Bimbo Sluts to Church

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Chris Cartwright

I pulled my car into the parking lot before St. Michael’s. It was an impressive Catholic church made of some grayish stone. It had a tall spire over the entrance that reached high. The roof looked to be made of copper, now stained blue-green with verdigris. Above the double doors inside was a stained glass window depicting a boyish angle with a spear standing over another figure.

I didn’t know my theology, but I believed that was Michael the Archangel standing on Lucifer. Maybe.

I had my bimbo-wife with me. She was staring at it going, “Ooh, it’s got a biggie cock fuckying the sky.”

“Huh,” I said at Linda’s comment. “I suppose that’s true.”

“I wanna biggie cock,” Petra said in the back seat. She was my newest adopted daughter, a sexy, Latina bimbo-schoolgirl. I had taken her cherry yesterday in her principal’s office. At fourteen, she was a nubile cutie. Petite and adorable. I had noticed that she wore a cross beneath modest clothes. This was her church.

So I brought her here to give confession.

“Daddy’s got the biggie cock!” Alice, my real bimbo-daughter, said. She was the last of my bimbos I had brought. My other adopted bimbo-daughters were out working their jobs. Being whores in teacher lounges and offices. Making me money so I didn’t have to work.

That was the point here. I thought Petra would make a good slut to whore around at churches. She could be in the confessional booth to give those Catholics something to really be penitent about. If I understood how this App worked, I just needed her to fuck two men here in the church since she’d already fucked her principal.

Fucking three men other than me while being a Level 2 Bimbo was what unlocked the whoring perks. I had worked hard to get Petra to level 2. Fucking with my bimbos as much as possible yesterday and this morning to get her there. I had taken her down the Anal Slut Bimbo route. Now she was an A2M Specialist.

I climbed out of the car. My wife did, too. She hurried over to take my arm. She was wearing a white Sunday dress with white thigh-high stockings. She looked so modest in it, but I knew she had no panties or bra on. She clung to me, her big boobs stretching out the front of her dress. Her nipples poked through the material.

Okay, her big boobs filling out her dress did make it less modest and more sensual.

Alice rushed to me, her red hair in pigtails. She took my other arm. She wore a cute, pink dress that fit her petite body. She snuggled up to me. My dick was so hard. I wore gray slacks, a nice dress shirt, and even a tie. We looked like we were heading in for mass.

Of course, it was the middle of a weekday. But confessions were going on, so we had a reason to be here.

Petra skipped up in a flowery dress. White with pink and light-blue petals on it. One of Alice’s borrowed dresses. Petra looked so cute in it, her golden-brown skin providing such a nice contrast to it. I loved how great she looked in it.

I marched up the steps with my women and opened the doors, ushering them inside. The foyer of the church had an altar with candles burning off to the side. I didn’t know what that meant. Some of the candles were about to burn out. The light through the stained glass windows painted colors on the polished, stone floors.

“Rainybows!” giggled Alice as she stepped in it and danced around, the colors playing across her body.

Petra joined her, both of them spinning and giggling. I smiled at how cute they were. Bimbos lived in such free and childish worlds. They didn’t have to worry or think. They just had fun. Whether it was the simple joy they took in light passing through stained glass, or riding my cock and squealing out in rapture as they came.

“Okay, okay,” I said, the patient father to my bimbo-daughters. I gently nudged them to the door. “Let’s go. You, too, Linda.”

“It’s so pretty!” my wife said as she stood in the light, staring down at her dress painted in reds and yellows and blues.

“I know,” I said. “Come on. There’ll be fucking in there.”

“Ooh, I lovey fuckying,” she said and darted to me.

I chuckled as she reached me. She was such a beautiful woman. Sometimes, I wondered what it would be like if she hadn’t begged me to bimbofy her. She was happier like this. She had no worries. No stress.

Linda wanted to be a busty bimbo-wife.

I followed her into the worship hall, our two bimbo-daughters giggling in the aisle between all the hard pews. The confessional booths lay on the side of the church. Ahead was the raised area with the pulpits—I didn’t know why there was several of them—an altar, and a cabinet. A large crucifix rose behind it. More stained glass windows ran down the sides, adding more splashes of color across the pews.

We looked like the only ones here. It would have been nice to bring all my bimbo-daughters. Sherry and Keily were busy at the office working as whores while I had Rachel working at a different high school pleasing all the teachers. I set her up with a rotation, working her through all the local high schools.

Only one of the confessional booths was occupied. In there was a priest waiting for a petitioner. I grabbed Petra’s arm and pointed at the booth, “There’s a nice priest in there that has a cock he never gets to use.”

“Oh, nowee no!” she gasped. “That’s not goody. Cocks should be used in my buttyhole!”

“That’s right,” I said, reaching behind her and unzipping the back of her dress. “So get naked and go in there. You make sure you enjoy his cock!”

“Yesy, Daddy,” she said, beaming up at me. She was worth the forty Bimbo Crystals I had to spend on making her parents okay with this. They had come looking for their daughter fast, but now they were happy she was a whore.

She took off her dress. She wore her gold cross that fell between her round boobs. She had such joy on her heart-shaped face. Her smile lit up her brown eyes. She no longer had a thick bush. All my bimbo-daughters were shaved. Her tight slit dripped with her pussy juices.

She skipped away, her rump wiggling back and forth. My dick was so hard as she passed between a row of pews and reached the confessional booth. She opened the door. I caught a glimpse of a man sitting there gasping in shock.

“Petra!” the man groaned as she closed the door behind her.

“Father Ramirez!” squealed my Latina bimbo-daughter. “Let’s do analy stuff!”

“What, what, what are you doing, child?” the priest gasped. “You sinful harlot! Stop opening my pants! You can’t do that! Petra Guadalupe! What are you—”

“Ooh, there’s your dickie!” squealed Petra. “You dickie goes in here.”

“No, no, oh, Lord! Oh, Lord, almighty, deliver me from this...” He trailed off as he groaned. Petra had her asshole sliding down his cock, didn’t she?

My dick was so hard. I unzipped my fly and pulled it out as I sank down on the pew. I waved it at my wife and daughter. Alice and Linda both groaned and dropped to their knees. They were such good bimbos. I loved them so much.

My wife and daughter licked up the sides of my cock. I shuddered at the feel of their tongues sliding up my cock. They reached the crown of my dick and slid around my crown. Their tongues met, their lips brushing.

Bimbo-mother and daughter kissed. Their lips melted together as they moaned. It was hot to watch as the crown of my cock rubbed against their cheeks. Groans and squeals came from the confessional booth as Petra rode the priest’s dick, working her tight asshole up and down him.

“Cocks in my buttyhole is the bestiest best, Father!” Petra gasped. “Ooh, ooh, don’t you love my assyhole around your biggie dick, Father?”

“You spawn of Satan,” groaned the priest. “You Harlot of Hell! Whore of Babylon! Oh, Lord! That ... that ... That’s so good!”

I smiled at the sounds Father Ramirez made as my wife and daughter broke their kiss and licked at my cock again. They lapped their pink tongues up my shaft together. Two sexy redheads. They looked so much alike. My wife seemed younger now as a bimbo. Her face fresher. Maybe it was just the loss of worry. She could be Alice’s older sister now.

But I knew she was her mother. I had been there the day Alice had been born. Now she was fifteen and licking my cock with her mother. They were pleasuring me together. It was so delicious. I was so happy to have them doing that.

Their tongues bathed the crown of my cock, brushing each other’s lips. Pleasure raced down me as my wife and daughter shared me. They both moaned as they licked up the precum spilling from the tip of my cock.

Then Alice swallowed my dick.

“Yes, honey,” I groaned as my little girl swallowed my cock. “You’re so good at that!”

She moaned around my dick. I loved that so much. She felt amazing as she suckled on my cock. She nursed on me with passion. My wife watched on, herhand gently fondling my balls. Linda licked her lips as Alice suckled.

“Nursey on your daddy’s biggie dick,” Linda cooed. “He’s gonna have so much cummies for us!”

“So much,” I groaned as my bimbo daughter suckled so hard on me. “Shit!”

It was a fabulous rush having Alice loving my cock. My dick throbbed in her mouth. She sucked with wild abandon, working up and down my cock. She suckled hard on me. The pressure built and built in my balls.

Her mother watched on. Linda licked her lips, her green eyes smoldering. She stared up at me, such joy in her eyes. Such hunger, too. She wanted to be sucking my dick. She craved it. I loved the eagerness in her eyes.

“Share with your mother, Alice,” I said. “Be a good bimbo-daughter and let your mom suck my dick, too!”

“Yesy, share with your mommy,” Linda said, trying to sound stern, but it didn’t quite come off right.

Alice popped her mouth off my cock with a wet plop and moaned, “I love sharying with you, Mommy!”

She kissed her mother briefly before Linda swallowed my cock. I groaned as my bimbo-wife’s warm mouth engulfed my dick. She suckled on me. I leaned back against the hard pew. I draped my arms over the top and savored that hot mouth sucking on me. My wife bobbed her head.

She loved me while Alice watched on. I savored this moment. In the middle of the church, my wife and daughter were blowing me. It was hot feeling my wife’s lips working up and down my dick while her tongue danced around me.

“Ooh, ooh, Fathery Ramirez!” squealed Petra from the confessional booth. “Ooh, ooh, don’t you love my assyhole sliding upy and downy your biggie dick!”

“Lord,” the priest groaned. “Oh, Lord, forgive me and this hussy!”

“Hussy!” Petra sounded so happy to be called that.

Linda popped her mouth off my cock and let our daughter take over. Alice suckled on me again, moaning in delight. I knew it was a treat for my bimbo-daughter to suckle on my dick. She loved me. Was locked to me. She couldn’t enjoy any other man but me.

Her mother watched on, smiling with such pride at our daughter. It was so hot having her working her mouth up and down my cock as I listened to Petra’s moans and gasps spilling out of the confessional booth. This was so hot.

“Fathery Ramirez!”

“Damn,” I groaned as Alice popped her mouth off my cock and let her mother suckle on me.

“Ooh, Petra’s being such a naughty bimbo, Daddy!” Alice said.

“That’s why she’s giving her confession to the priest,” I said. “She’s a naughty, naughty bimbo-slut and has to ride him with her asshole.”

“Ooh, that’s hottie,” purred Alice. She looked afraid. “I don’t have to ... On the priest. I don’t wanna.”

“You’re not naughty,” I told her. “You don’t need to ride a priest’s cock like Petra. You’re a good bimbo-daughter.”

“Daddy!” she beamed at me as her mother suckled on my dick hard.

I stroked my daughter’s cheek, so glad to make her so happy. It wasn’t hard, and yet each time, my heart melted. I loved Alice so much. My wife, too. She suckled hard on my cock, bobbing up and down on me, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

Mother and daughter switched again. They passed me back and forth as the need to cum built and built. I hurtled toward such a powerful moment of erupting. I would have a huge one. Just burst with all the passion that I had in my balls.

Petra squealed in the confessional booth. The priest moaned. She was bringing him closer and closer to that hot moment of cumming in her asshole. I rose toward that might erupting, my wife and daughter sucking hard on me.

They traded me back and forth.

They loved me one after the other, working their hot mouths up and down my shaft.

“Shit,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum on your faces!”

Alice popped her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. “Yesy yes, Daddy! Jizzies on our faces!”

“Please, please, hunny bunny, cummies on our faces!” my wife moaned, her hand flying up and down my cock. “Pleasey please!”

The pressure at the tip of my cock hit that bursting point as they pressed their cheeks together. They both stared up at me with such pleading in their green eyes. They sparkled bright. I groaned as my wife’s hand engulfed the crown of my dick.

I erupted.

I sprayed my cum all across their faces. I erupted over and over again. The pleasure hammered through me. I shuddered, spurting again and again. I erupted over and over, the rapture slamming through my mind. Stars flashed across my vision.

“Shit!” I groaned, the bliss burning across my vision. “Oh, shit!”

I shuddered there, savoring every last moment of this bliss sweeping through me. I painted their faces in my cum. Right in the middle of the church, I plastered their features in my pearly spunk. Lines of jizz splashed from my daughter to her mother.

“Cummies!” Alice squealed.

“Yummy jizzies!” my wife moaned.

I grunted as I erupted over and over again. I hosed them down, the pleasure slamming through my body. They dripped with so much jizz. It was just wonderful having all that pleasure sweeping over me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This was such an amazing moment.

Just a fantastic delight having all this pleasure slamming through my veins. My blood boiled. I groaned as I erupted one last time, my bimbofied wife and daughter catching my jizz on their pink tongues. They looked so happy dripping in my seed.

“Damn,” I groaned.

They kissed each other.

As they swapped my cum back and forth, Petra squealed from the confessional booth. “Fathery Ramirez. Cummies in my buttyhole!”

“Oh, Lord, yes!” the priest groaned. He must be dumping his load in her asshole.

“Cummies!” Petra howled to give confirmation.

I panted there, savoring the pleasure sweeping through me. Alice and Linda licked my jizz off each other’s faces, their pink tongues sliding through pearly lines of spunk. They kissed, sharing my cum. I loved the sight.

Petra kept squealing and the priest kept moaning as they enjoyed their orgasm. It was a delight having all this pleasure sweeping through me. I panted as a side door opened. Another priest appeared in a black shirt and pants He had that white strip of cloth they wore around their necks, the only thing on him that wasn’t black. He was young, maybe twenty-five.

“Yesy yes, all the cummies!” Petra howled.

“What?” the priest gasped. He rushed up toward the booth before he noticed me and my women. He froze at the sight of them kissing. He had to see that they had cum on them. “What is going on? What is happening here?”

“Oh, no,” groaned Father Ramirez.

“Petra, there’s another priest out here who needs you to fuck him!” I shouted. “His cock needs you so badly!”

“What?” the new priest shouted. “You all must leave here at once. This is a House of the Lord!”

Petra burst naked out of the confessional booth, throwing the curtains aside. She darted forward, her round boobs bouncing. Her golden cross swayed between her tits. I loved the sight as she rushed straight at the young priest.

“Fathery Mallory!” she said to the young priest and dropped to her knees before him. She attacked his fly. “Does your cock needy me! I’ll helpy you!”

“Petra!” gasped the young priest. He stared in shock. “What has gotten into you?”

“She’s a bimbo,” I said, laughing. My wife and daughter were sharing my cum, my cock so hard. “Just enjoy, Father!”

Petra ripped open the priest’s fly. He tried to back away, but she crawled after him. His pants started to fall off his hips. He grabbed at them to keep them up, but she pounced. Her hand flashed out to the black underwear the priest wore and shoved into the fly. She grabbed his dick.

“Petra!” the priest gasped. “What are you doing, you sinful girl!”

“I’m suckying your dickie, Fathery Mallory!” She opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cock.

The priest jerked back, though, he ripped his dick out of my bimbo’s mouth. This was getting hot. He backed up as Petra scrambled after. The priest’s cock bobbed before him. His pants fell down. He tripped, falling on his ass.

Petra pounced.

“Damn, Linda, come ride my cock,” I groaned as Petra swallowed Father Mallory’s cock.

Father Ramirez remained in the confessional booth. Maybe he was hiding from this entire affair. I didn’t know. I just enjoyed my busty wife straddling me and pressing my cock into her bush. The only bimbo I had with a bush.

She wasn’t one of my sexy daughters.

Her hot cunt engulfed the crown of my cock. She plunged her pussy down me. I loved the feel of her mouth devouring my cock. It was such an incredible moment. I felt so good having all that pussy sliding down my cock.

Linda whimpered in delight as she squeezed her pussy around my cock and rode me. She worked her twat up and down my dick, jizz dripping off her face. Alice crawled up on the pew beside us to keep licking my cum off her mother’s face.

They shared it. They swapped my jizz back and forth as Linda rode my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned, savoring that delight.

“Petra!” gasped Father Mallory. “You can’t do this! This is a sin! Oh, Lord, this is a sin!”

Petra kept sucking on the young priest. He had his rosary in his hand, his fingers sliding over the beads as my Hispanic bimbo worked her lips up and down his cock. From this angle, I had a good shot of Petra’s rump. Jizz dripped down her butt-crack to her shaved pussy.

She worked her mouth up and down him as my wife rode my cock. She made out with our daughter, kissing Alice with passion. I loved it. My dick throbbed in her snatch. Her hot cunt massaged me, building the pressure at the tip of my dick.

I would have a huge climax. A big burst of cum. I couldn’t wait to flood my wife’s cunt with my jizz. She plunged her twat down my cock. She squeezed her snatch around my dick as she slid up me. Pleasure rippled through me.

It was perfect.

“Lord, deliver me from this harlot and her exciting mouth!” Father Mallory prayed.

I loved the sounds he made as that hot twat worked up and down my cock. Her silky pussy gripped me with passion. That hot snatch massaged me as she rode me without restraint. It was just an absolute delight.

Her cunt felt amazing sliding up and down me. It was fabulous being ridden by her. I loved the feel of her silky snatch sliding up and own me. The pressure in my nuts built and built. I hurtled toward that moment of eruption.

“Lord!” Father Mallory moaned. “Oh, Petra, you have to stop before ... before I...”

She ripped her mouth off his cock and gasped, “You can cummy in my mouth! I lovey jizzies!”

“No, no, Petra!” he gasped as she re-swallowed his cock. “What is going on here?”

I just smiled as my bimbo-daughter sucked the priest off. My wife moaned, kissing my daughter with passion while riding me. Linda’s hot cunt worked up and down my cock, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

I couldn’t wait to spurt my jizz into her snatch. The pressure built and build in my nuts. I loved that rising delight. I hurtled closer and closer to erupting in her pussy. It was such a fabulous treat having that wonderful cunt massaging me.

“Shit, shit, shit, Linda,” I groaned. “You’re going to get a big load in your pussy!”

My wife broke the kiss and purred, “Then I can have your babies!”

“Mommy’s gonna be a mommy again!” squealed Alice.

“Yes!” I groaned. That would be hot. Another bimbo-daughter to raise. “Work that hot cunt up and down my dick. “Shit, shit, shit, that’s amazing!”