Creatures of Adaptation
Humans really are creatures of adaptation, it seems. From that utterly insane sex education to full-blown orgies, all of it overflowing with yin energy for one guy to handle—yet somehow, I got used to it.
For example, the senior nuns would strip naked and surround me, rubbing their soft, pillowy breasts all over my head. No matter which way I turned, there was an erect nipple ready for me to suckle, sweet milk flowing freely. And while I nursed away, down below, six regular nuns at minimum would cling to me, slurping at my cock like it was their own milk supply. It felt bizarrely obscene, like we were recycling demon-god milk into semen, expelling it back out in an endless loop. Their pale, creamy naked bodies writhed together into one massive, undulating mass, just like when I indulged in some prime pussy back at the dorm. Every inch of my body was caressed by soft feminine hands, my balls gently tugged and shared between them, countless tongues lapping at my shaft, flicking the underside, and when they all shook it playfully from above, someone would clamp down with pursed lips, holding the glans in place so I couldn't thrust...
The first time, I thought my nose would gush blood, but even that became routine. Truth be told, the orgy life was pretty monotonous if you thought about it. Everything was so soft and yielding that it didn't matter what I did. Of course, even faking it couldn't fully suppress the sadistic urges bubbling up.
In the massive lounge of my residence, sometimes I'd "discipline" the nuns like before—not with sex, just spanking their asses raw. They'd play the part of demure penitents on the surface, but every smack made their pussies twitch eagerly, squirting juices with a lewd schlurp-schlurp...♥.
Other times, when I felt like a spectacular squirting show, I'd put on an innocently curious face, say I was dying to know just how much they could produce, and make them chug water like crazy. They'd look flustered but obey. Once bloated, I'd prop their asses up like animals and pound their pussies until the pressure built beyond the vaginal walls, unleashing a beastly gush. I'd feign wide-eyed fascination, and the other nuns would blush and fidget before lining up next. Row after row of them, asses raised shamelessly. I'd finger-fuck each one, making them spray long arcs of clear squirt like water guns, toying with them like playthings—in front of dozens of witnesses, maximizing the humiliation.
If I cooed, "Oh, this one's going the farthest! Amazing, Sister!" while stroking the winner's ass, she'd gasp, "Hnng... Th-thank youuu...♥" her eyes glazing over unfocused. Stripping away their human shame with such overwhelming shocks turned another woman into an obedient masochistic bitch. Competing to see who could squirt farthest was something even beasts wouldn't stoop to, so it must've been a massive jolt for these orgy-loving nuns.
A few masochists born from this preferred taking orders like loyal pups over direct seduction. Linda, one of them, turned into such a pervert that just scratching her chin like a dog made her drip nonstop in anticipation. It stoked my sadism dangerously, but my delicate shota body had its limits, so I held back. These bitches were obsessed with visuals, so I could've gone full dom—piercings on nipples and clits, bells jingling with every step—but that'd ruin the vibe. They weren't my slaves, after all. Watching them enjoy it willingly was hot in its own way.
Anyway, I was content with this gradually normalizing routine. Bereani kept things fresh with new "programs," like patch notes dropping non-stop. The biggest change? Outfits. When no outsiders were around or after duties, they swapped into these new nun habits—worlds apart from the old ones.
The waist tie was a deep navy, making petite nuns look like they were in a one-piece at a glance, but up close, it was clearly separated top and bottom. The skirt barely covered their pussies, with sexy side slits like a cheongsam exposing creamy thighs. Over that smooth skin, they wore provocative black garter stockings. They could add panties over the garters if they wanted, but most skipped them, fluttering the short hem to flash plump labia and bush teasingly. Succeed in seducing me for a creampie? They'd pull a pussy plug from their habit pocket, sealing it tight to keep the semen in. Walking the halls or dorms with that cute heart-shaped plug clenched in their pussies made them the envy of the others, shoulders puffing with pride.
Long story short: whore-streetwalker attire. Except no hooker struts around that confident and blissful with a cum plug. The top was still loose and modest like the old habits, but cropped neatly at the bottom—perfect for slipping hands underneath to grope tits without undressing. More functional than flashy. No need to strip mid-fuck to feel those breasts. It beat a one-piece with slits for nursing convenience too. Big-titted nuns milked it (pun intended), circling me with perky nipples poking through the fabric, deliberately erect to torment my lust. Especially those with long nipples on massive racks—their obscene outlines impossible to ignore. I'd yank the top up, stuff one in my mouth, and suckle greedily while they beamed triumphantly.
Supply meets demand. Apparently, nipple masturbation to shape lewd tips was trending in spare time—driving my patience to shreds. Please stop. And despite the slutty getups, they all wore veils, proving their devotion. Some genius thought of that; it screamed "pious followers of the goddess's will." Even in whore rags, hands clasped demurely ahead. Seeing those jiggling thighs had me grabbing and fucking any nun on sight. The nunnery was a beast's den.
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"Mmmph. Slurp...♥ Glurk... Schlop-schlorp-schlorp♥"
"Ngh...! Urk..."
Getting my cock sucked by some anonymous mouth doubled the pleasure, drawing out moans. Mid-afternoon sun blazing, in a compact confessional. A single beam pierced the tiny window, illuminating way too many nuns for the space. As you know, this was originally for Ramis's glory hole fun. Bereani smirked at my panting form, cock buried in the hole.
"Well? Guessing yet, dear♥?"
"I-I dunno... Ngh! Not... yet..."
"Oh my. Not recognizing who's sucking you so eagerly...♥ Blasphemy, faithful one. She'll be heartbroken if you can't tell♥"
No way—over 80 nuns, guess by feel alone? Urk! Her teasing tone softened the jab. So why this midday? I was the guesser in "cock-sucking confessional," a light rec not formal education. They loved leading, savoring my reactions—one of their faves.
"Aww♥ So cute, faithful one. I wanted in too, but after pranking you last time..."
"Oh my my. Your ass is quivering...♥"
Nuns in garters and micro-skirts barely hiding pussies giggled from the sides, enjoying the show. Bereani and Olivia egged me on from behind, matching outfits—Olivia's pure white as high priestess.
"Slurrrp. Beeee...♥ Beeelp♥"
"Hahk?! W-wait, this one? Ahh...!"
The sucker paused, then tongue-fucked my urethra on surprise attack. My eyes rolled, body twitching lewdly—room erupted in delighted squeals. They watched with big, sparkling eyes, committing it to memory.
"Beeeelp. Beeee~♥"
"Hn. Ahh! Ngh! I-I think I know. Who is it...? Hee!"
Tongue wriggling deep in the hole—obscene technique. Only one nun I knew pulled this.
"Hn. Sister Ramis, right?"
"Nng...? Is it, Sister?"
Bereani called out; the tongue withdrew.
"Plop... Gulp. U-um... It's Irina...♥"
"...Thought it was definitely Ramis."
Irina, who usually just did vanilla blowjobs?
"...I-I've been taking extra lessons from Sister Ramis on service during off-hours to please you... Being mistaken for her is an honor♥"
Irina beamed with pride at mimicking her idol, cooing "Hauu...♥" happily. Face unseen, but her joy was obvious.
"Hehe. Too bad. Penalty time: feed Irina a big load♥"
I let her suck until blasting her mouth full. She gripped the shaft with both hands, gulping like a cool drink—glug-glug...♥. Wish I could've seen it. Nng. But reward and penalty feel the same... Whatever. Recs are like that. No deep thoughts, as usual.
"Thank you for the sweet, thick semen...♥"
"Hoo... Yeah..."
I slumped in the chair, cock out, catching breath. Bereani smiled, prepping next.
"Hmm. Next: pussy guessing~ You know the rules? We'll all switch to the other side; guess by how tight they squeeze your cock♥"
"...All of you?"
"Yup, all 13 here♥ Don't worry—20 seconds each, squeeze tight, then switch on correct guess~♥"
Utterly vulgar, but par for the course. Today's crowd upped the difficulty. They could've rotated reps to shorten, but "unfucked nuns are sad" meant full participation always. Smirking inwardly, I stood to insert—
Then the door burst open. Isabel, in proper habit, appeared.
"Abbess? Oh... High Priestess too. Looking for you."
"Oh? We were just relaxing... What's up? You didn't change..."
Olivia turned; Isabel's short skirt fluttered, thighs jiggling temptingly.
"Yes. Had to pop to Tierin Cathedral next door for fabric donations... Bishop Thalia wants you there. Something to discuss."
"Hm... Rare for Bishop Thalia to summon me personally."
"The cathedral's buzzing. Snooped around—looks like the Saintess is coming soon. Probably that."
"Makes sense. Haven't checked lately, but yeah, time flies. Like her visit two years ago."
Saintess! I perked up, ears straining.