Taking the Bimbo Sluts to Church
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 eighteen, 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.
