Based On Characters by GK. You can read more about them here.
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“It’s a blessing from the all mighty–you should be thankful!”
Regardless of how many times she heard that, it always made Sophia wince.
In her heart, she knew it to be true. After all-we’re all created in God’s image. She didn’t question that one bit. Nor did she question why her (ahem) gift was such as she found between her thighs. Rather, Sophia focused on the more minute details of that phrase. That she should be thankful, that she should be happy to be blessed in such an extraordinary way.
Should. But wasn’t.
For one, no one that said that to her had to deal with broken sleep schedules. Sweat stained sheets. Roving, migraine level headaches. What’s more, the constant self-excuses for bumping into people. Sophia had lost count of how many things she had sent shattering to the floor over the years. Past a point, the mother superiors just placed things higher up. They never had to deal with this stupidly massive “blessing”. Yet they kept right on telling her to be thankful. Even as she would begin to drip.
She was glad to have at least made it to her room tonight.
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It had been such a fantastic day. She had managed to keep it (mostly) tamed throughout morning prayer, chores and lunch. When the bell rang for evening worship, Sophia was almost certain she would make it all day without getting hard. Or even a half chub! Yet as she was walking and dragging herself to the pews, Raphaela had strode by. Were there ever a lock fit for Sophia’s key, she most certainly was it.
Sophia tried, as she had all other days, to politely ignore the curves of her lover. Times, places. Any excuse she could concoct was a valid one, especially during worship. She was so sure that the first time she felt a rub, she barely noticed it. Rubs, bumping-they were all par for the course for one so very blessed. On a good day, Sophia could ignore the minute twitches of her cock. She could focus, and push such impurities from her mind.
Then the second bump came.
Seated together on the pews, the sisters were all nearly thigh-to-thigh. Save for Sophia, given two pews almost entirely to herself. The odd sister would occasionally join her on the far ends. Either from altruism and genuine warmth-or to sneak a peek. That suited Sophia just fine. It saved her from even the slightest temptation. It also allowed every part of her from the waist down to breathe. To stretch to-
Be stroked through the yards of her habit by Raphaela, who had chosen a seat directly in front of her.
Beside Sophia’s barely concealed blessing.
The second caress caused Sophia to jolt in her seat. Her head swiveled to place a face, a hand to the sensation. When her eyes landed on Raphaela her heart nearly leapt to her throat. The nun turned back to face her as the sermon droned ever onward. She shot Sophia a wink as she twisted her seat, the warmth of her wide bottom brushing against her. Sophia shuddered as Raphaela watched, a hand clamped over her mouth to keep the laughter in. The moment final prayer was called, Sophia excused herself as eyes were cast down.
Nearly knocking Raphaela from the bench in the process.
And a few other sisters to boot.
Oh, and the candelabras, because of course.
The massive tip of her cock hadn’t begun to drip. Not yet. She made it out the door just in time before the tip of her glans parted, a steady salty stream trickling from the tip.
“Ohhhhh nonono, not here, come on!” she whispered, her arms wrapped around her massive girth. She hauled herself as fast as she could down the hall, every pulse of her cock making her brain throb with want. Her flats slapped against the tiled floor as she raced.
Only a few more steps, and-
Two things happened in such quick succession that Sophia almost didn’t register them both. One, the very obvious realization that in another life she had been a jouster. She might have been fantastic or terrible at it. She wasn’t sure, but she still knew how to ram things at high speeds in this life.
The other was Jophiel. A person that on any other occasion she might have been overjoyed to see. Just not right here, right now-with the head of her girth wedged right between the sister’s cleavage. To her credit, Jophiel didn’t stagger, stutter or shout like others had. Instead, she gave a low, barely withheld moan as she gazed around Sophia’s massive club.
“Ohmygo-Why, I knew that had to be you. Sophia?! Right here? In the hallway? Oh, you little-” she started, only for Sophia to pull away. A sticky, glistening trail dripped from the sister’s chest as Sophia hurried hap-hazardly down the hall.
“Notnowgottarunsorrymaybeanothertime!” Sophia shouted over her shoulder, the door to her room well within sight. Her cock smacked against the bricks as she pushed forward, the knob nearly within her reach. She clutched and twisted at the brass, kicking the door inward as she heaved her girth within. She had just seconds to spare. The headache that had started minutes ago at the sermon was now stabbing needles in the back of her mind. Her habit-the poor thing-was of little use against the rest of her. The familiar sound of a pending tear met her ears as she kicked the door shut behind her.
But not before she heard Jophiel call out, “Oh? Tonight then? Aren’t WE feeling cheeky!”
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She had the biggest bed in the convent-and for good reason.
It also was the only one with stain proof, water-proof sheets.
Sophia had tried so many ways to deal with her sizable blessing from God. If she laid on her back, it was impossible to tug her length. What’s more, the sheer weight of it would send it smacking right against her face. If she did manage to somehow tame it that way, it almost always ended up utterly coating the headboard and nearly drowning her. So she tried laying on her stomach and rocking atop it-only for the force of her orgasm to send her blasting off to the opposite wall.
The method that worked (meaning required the least amount of cleanup) was standing on a simple stool given to her and letting the tip rub right against her bed. When she came, it utterly soaked the bedding. But.
It missed the headboard, and kept her number of pending, probably concussions down. Atop the stool was precisely where Sophia was now, with the door to her room a thin promise of privacy. She rocked back and forth on her heels, shuddering as her cock glided across the soft embrace of cotton.
“Ohhhhhh c’mon, almost there, almost there,” she said, her eyes cinched tight. If she came quick enough, there was still a chance she could get cleanup finished in time for a full night’s rest. The pounding in her skull demanded both styles of sweet release. Sophia felt her girth throb, the head hopping and smacking atop the mattress. Soon she would-
The knock at the door was familiar. Even so, it was enough to freeze her on the spot. Her spine fell rigid in that moment as she slowly turned to face the entrance. It could be anyone. But at this hour, at this room in particular…
“Sophia? Are you in there? You bolted so quick earlier everyone thought you’d ascended,” came the muffled voice of Raphaela. Even from beyond the door frame, Sophia just knew she was smirking.
“Mmm-hmm! Couldn’t even stay and chat with me!” said someone that sounded an awful lot like Jophiel. The giggle that followed only affirmed it.
Sophia swallowed, her throat oddly dry in comparison to the rest of her. She rolled her tongue over her lips, her head (the one on her shoulders mind you) tilting as she spoke.
“I uh, I’m a little busy! If you could come back in the morning-”
“Busy with what?” Said Jophiel.
“Uh, bible study?” replied Sophia.
“Is it the part with Lilith?” said Raphaela, the handle to the door turning. “I always loved that part,”
Sophia could be a quick kind of girl. In short bursts, at short distances, with a completely clear pathway. However her bedroom provided none of those things, and turning would surely knock both of her guests on their rumps. Instead, she elected to focus on turning invisible through sheer force of will. As both of the sisters entered the room-Raphaela first, her mouth practically salivating as she laid eyes on Sophia-she realized she had failed miserably. It was a good attempt though, she gave herself that.
“Oh, poo. This isn’t bible study,” said Jophiel, her plush lips twisting into a pout. Raphaela snorted, and kicked the door closed behind her. Her hands met her massive hips as she filled the doorway-the only exit to the entire room.
“No, but we’re certainly exercising the spirit-aren’t we, sister?” she said with a smirk.
Sophia gave a nervous grin, and tried to turn to face them. As she did, her tip dug into the soft folds of the bedding. A sticky trail of pre-cum glinted in the candlelight as she spasmed, and looked at the girls breathlessly.
“I-I mean, in a sense,” she said.
Raphaela and Jophiel laughed as they rounded either side of her, their hands hungrily pulling Sophia’s lengthy habit back. Sophia gasped, her hand not nearly quick enough to silence the sound. Raphaela leaned forward and pressed herself against Sophia’s massive cock. Her head came to rest atop an especially thick vein, and she watched as Sophia squirmed on the stool.
“Oh, you poor thing. To be so favored by our lord, to have to carry this around just all the time. It would be so nice to get some help, wouldn’t it dear?”
“Mmmm-hmm,” said Jophiel, pressing her lips to Sophia’s cock. “Ain’t no reason to tackle this on your own. Ya’ need a lot more than two hands to deal with it, don’tcha?”
“Yes, I believe she does,” said Raphaela. She lifted her hand, deftly running a finger beneath the head of Sophia’s cock. “Why, maybe four, or even six. Don’t you think so Jo?”
“Hrm, maybe. I do think we could do a lot more for her naked,”
“Oh absolutely” replied Raphaela.
“G-guys, I really appreciate it, but I think I can-” stuttered Sophia. Her words fell on deaf ears as the sisters pulled away their clothes and sent them hurtling towards the corner. Raphaela wasted no time mounting Sophia’s girth like one would a saddle.
After all, the poor girl was far too big to take within her. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t rub her wet warmth all over the monstrous cock. Every roll of her hips sent an electric sensation up from Sophia’s hips to her spine. Her mind rocked, the pain subsiding if only for a moment. When she opened her lips, only word salad emerged.
“Fu-fucking, I-god, I-”
“Hahah! Lookatthat, she’s cum-dumb!” said Jophiel as she rounded Sophia’s tip.
Jophiel had always been the braver of the pair. Willing to look danger in it’s one good eye, tongue rolling over every challenge. Much as it did now against the slit of Sophia’s gargantuan glans.
Every lick was followed by the sway of Raphaela’s hips. Every second of grinding sent her sliding closer to Sophia’s face, until Raphaela reached forward and gripped her chin. The lips of her sister were warm against her own, and Sophia decided to live right to the hilt of Jophiel’s detailed diagnosis.
“I-I’m gonna-” started Sophia, sputtering between each kiss, “I-I’m gonna fucking-”
“Good,” said Raphaela, “Good, I want you to cum for us okay? I want you to absolutely splatter her face for me. Besides-how else are you going to do it? With sheets?”
“Yeah! With friggin’ sh-”
Poor Jophiel.
The sister had either the best, or the worst, timing of all within the convent. Sophia had often wondered if that was Jophiel’s particular “blessing”. A seemingly insatiable knack for always finding herself sticky, soaked and otherwise plastered in the love of her peers. Philosophy would have to wait.
As in the moment, Jophiel found herself being slammed against the bed in a torrent of cum. Mouth still agape, smarmy comment so ready to roll from her tongue. At least she had shut her eyes.
“That’s it!” said Raphaela, “That’s fucking good. Don’t you stop, don’t you dare stop yet girl,”
For once, Sophia listened. She didn’t stop coming until her cock gave a final throb, a fat spurt that landed right between Jophiel’s thighs. Her sister-finally free of the non-stop torrent of love-coughed and spat at the floor.
“Well, wouldja look at that? You were backed up, weren’t you? Feel better Sophia?” said Jophiel, wiping the thick load from her eyes.
Sophia tried to respond. Really, she did. Even with her brain awash in the warm glow of endorphins she still sought to move her tongue. Instead, the stool toppled from beneath her and she fell to the floor. Not of her own clumsiness-but the sweet, blessed embrace of exhaustion. Raphaela jumped off of her lover just in time. It would have been a perfect landing had her heel not hit one of the many spots Sophia had unleashed her frustrations. Her hands wavered through the air for a hot second before she fell promptly on her but, right between Jophiel’s thighs.
“Well, shoot. What now?” said Raphaela.
“Hrm, ol’ cum-dumb seems to have the right idea. But first-shower?” said Jophiel.
“Oh, without a shadow of a doubt,” replied Raphaela with a snort.