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Samantha finds Trouble

... looked up and saw that it belonged to the Man from her dream, who was dressed in a green robe! All around her were men in black robes, each one stroking their own erection. Samantha barely had time for this visual assault to sink in, when a torrent of hot, creamy, salty-sweet sperm sprayed all over her! Due to the surprise, Samantha’s mouth was open, allowing two liquid jets to land on her tongue. The taste was unlike anything she had had before and reminded her of candy for some reason. All that she knew was that she wanted more! Samantha clamped down on the ejaculating penis with her hands and brought it to her waiting, thirsting mouth. Eagerly she sucked down as much of the sticky fluid as she could while still being able to breathe. “Take her, My Brothers, Show her the True Meaning of the Path that she has chosen!” Chapter 11 Samantha felt hands descend upon her, followed by other parts of the male anatomy, first, just the feeling of their hardness against her skin, followed by more intimate probing. A pair of hands pulled her body backwards and onto the owner’s erection, sliding between her moist lips. Surprised by both the sudden motion as well as the rapture, Samantha let go of the Man In Green’s penis and glanced behind her. When she returned her attention back to the giant cock, it was gone, replaced with a different specimen. She felt her upper body being raised by her shoulders, thus raising her head. Her arms were taken as well and she felt her upper body ...

... was suspended by the man behind her holding her arms, her breasts bouncing with each thrust from behind. With her head raised up to meet the new cock, two others crowded in, surrounding her on all sides with hard, throbbing cocks. “Yes, Sister, service me! Please us with your mouth and we will propel you further down the path to be a Blessed Whore!” ‘Yes,’ thought Samantha, ‘I do want to be a Blessed Whore! I want to fuck everyone and anyone! I want more of that yummy Nourishment!’ Samantha pulled herself away from the cock she was sucking and said “M..m..More! More N..n.nourishment!”. “Oh ho, Brothers! This sister is truly devoted! Alas, My Sister, you have not attained a high enough rank to permit such a reward. Unless, you are willing to undergo the Trial of the Slut Sister! Are your prepared Sister?” “Yes! Yes! Please! I’m Ready!” yelled Samantha, as an orgasmic wave racked her body. “Very well, then! Recite for us the Liturgy of the Cum-Slut!” Samantha racked her fevered brain for what that could be or least something close, anything to get more cum! “I am a Slut! I need Cum! I must have that Hot, Sticky, Salty-sweet Sperm! I will do anything to have more of what I desire! Anything!” “So be it, Slut Sister! Prepare for the most rigorous of pleasuring!” With that, Samantha thought that she felt every square inch of her being was under assault by thick, semen-oozing, cock-heads. She felt them everywhere, in her hair, on her face, her hands, on her back, her breasts, her ...