Viral Goes To Easter

- by Alvo Torelli, Easter, 2018

St. Elmore Catholic Church, Easter Sunday

Father Rich Devoll looked out over his small group of parishioners with love and warmth in his heart. Easter was his favorite service. The enthusiasm of his parishioners, despite the weather, warmed the rickety old church and reminded him again how lucky he was to have served his many years as the priest of their small rural community. He concluded his sermon, even as thunder crashed and the high stained-glass windows were pelted with hail:

"And so my dear friends, do not let this brief storm dampen your enthusiasm for the miracle of Easter and the celebrations we hold dear to our hearts. Yes, we have taken in the Pagan and commercial rituals - the symbols of fertility and birth that come with the new spring - and we have twined them together with the story of rebirth that is the miracle and basis of our own faith. But I put to you that this is perfectly normal and wonderful and strengthens our belief. Birth and rebirth, fertility and the promise of a new spring - are these not all the greatest and most precious gifts of our benevolent God? Give thanks to Him for the fertility of our soil and our community and the promise of our most precious possessions, our children. Rejoice and celebrate my friends, and know that your Lord celebrates with you - even if he sent us a brief storm on this sacred day."

There was a murmur of laughter throughout the appreciative crowd of parishioners. Their 'brief storm' was newly forecast to be a major squall, with an inch of rain, high winds and lightning. But all across the hall Father Devoll could see the shining, inspired faces of his people and he knew that his sermon had touched and moved them.

"Some final announcements," Father Devoll went on after the murmur died down. "I hope that most of you will stay with us for the brunch and Easter festivities, despite the weather. If the fathers would be so kind as to meet me at the south entrance, with their rain coats, we'll go out and gather up the Easter eggs that were set out earlier and then redistribute them throughout the church. All of the Easter decorations are already in, so if the mothers would be so kind as to lay out brunch in the dining hall instead of on the picnic tables, and decorate a bit - that would be lovely. Our own Miss Stehly has volunteered to take the children down to the Sunday School room and entertain them until everything is ready. Thank you all so much!"

Father Rich Devoll and his parishioners were adamant that the annual Easter Egg hunt would not be ruined - despite the apparent act of God that brought the unrelenting wild storm down on their small parish on Easter morning. Their children would not be denied.

And so the lovely children, in their lovely, frilly Easter dresses and little suits, with polished shoes, clip-on ties and beautiful bows in their well-brushed shiny hair, waited in the Sunday school room as their priest and their fathers braved the outdoors to retrieve all the little plastic Easter eggs hidden about the grounds, then redistributed them all throughout the old creaky wooden church. And while they waited, patiently, Miss Nessa Stehly, their young, naive new Sunday School teacher, showed them a video.

It was a rather odd video Nessa showed the children this stormy Easter morning. She'd gotten an email just yesterday from her Aunt, with a link to a new video that had gone viral, racing across the internet. She'd found it fascinating and she was dying to share it with someone. And who better to share the video with than the lovely children in her Sunday School class?

New to town, Nessa Stehly and her brother Dean Stehly had been thrilled when Father Devoll agreed to give them both part-time positions at the small church. Devoll couldn't pay them more than a pittance, but the sweet youngsters were so earnest and fervent and begged him for the opportunity - so how could he say no? At only fourteen, Nessa was a bit young to take over as the Sunday School teacher, but there were only a handful of children and she seemed quite competent. Surely the children adored her. At sixteen, Dean was old enough and strong enough to be a big help with all the maintenance and repairs the old church constantly needed. Father Devoll considered himself lucky that the two extremely shy teens had found their way to his parish.

The children were fascinated by the whirling patterns of static on the screen. There was so much to see! Every child saw a different story unfolding: fantastical images pulled from their own minds. Eventually the little boys began to drift away, but the little girls, from six to twelve, all remained rapt and soon most of them had reached under their pretty, frilly Easter dresses to find their damp little pussies. None of them noticed that their teacher, Miss Nessa as they affectionately called her, was also rocking hard on her fist and moaning in a low, desperate voice.

After a bit, the mothers, in twos and threes, chatting happily, returned to the classroom from their jobs arranging the Easter brunch and festooning the dining hall with festive Easter banners and decorations. The mothers were all in a lovely mood and they settled in to watch the fascinating video with Miss Nessa and the little girls. As the mothers all watched the video, the inspiring words of Father Devoll's lovely sermon rang in their ears and they found themselves thinking more and more about the wonderful gifts that were birth and rebirth and especially fertility.

When Father Devoll, the fathers of the children and Miss Nessa's brother Dean returned with triumphant smiles, for they had truly done a lovely job of hiding the Easter Eggs here and there in nooks and crannies all through the rickety old church, the video was switched off and everyone gathered around the priest. Devoll had a nearly devilish grin on his face as he spoke, for he knew that many of the eggs were hidden in devilishly difficult places to find and he loved nothing more than providing healthy entertainment for his youngest parishioners. The children would be busy for a long time this morning!

"Children!" announced Father Devoll, looking out over his young charges. He was a bit surprised to see that the children, especially the girls, all looked a bit dreamy-eyed. But they smiled up at him and listened. He noticed that several of the girls seemed to be holding their fists between their legs and rocking back and forth on them as they bit their lips. Even his teenaged Sunday school teacher was acting strangely. Her eyes were wide behind her thick glasses and she kept glancing from man to man in the room like a cornered animal. "Now then, children, are you ready for the hunt?"

The children cheered and several of the youngsters jumped up and down, unable to hold in their enthusiasm.

"Very good!" said Father Devoll. "Remember now, anywhere inside the church is fair game. We'll let the six youngest get a head start of two minutes. "Ready children? Yes? Okay then, the six of you can start - now!" The six children under nine all tore out of the Sunday School room as fast as their short legs would carry them, a blur of lacy dresses and pressed slacks. Two minutes later Father Devoll held up his hand and said, "Okay children, get ready. One, two, three - go!" and the remaining seven children three boys and four girls all dashed off into the rickety old church to hunt for the best of the plastic eggs that were hidden in every nook and cranny. All of the parents beamed. "Well now, let's give the youngsters some time to enjoy their hunt," Father Devoll said to the remainder of his flock and his pretty young Sunday School teacher.

"Oh Father, you really must see this new video," said one of the mothers to the old priest. "You too!" she called to her husband.

"Oh my, yes," agreed another mother as she gestured for her husband to sit in front of the screen.

"Yes, yes, won't you please show it to them Miss Nessa?" asked Helen's mother, Hanna. "I'm sure we can all give the children some time to enjoy their Easter Egg hunt."

And so it was that the parish priest, eight fathers and Dean sat to watch the fascinating video that was sweeping across the nation and the world. Several of the mothers stayed to watch again too, but three or four of them decided to wander the church and enjoy the sight of their eager children hunting the colorful Easter Eggs.

At fourteen, Nessa Stehly was rather prettier and more attractive than most people knew - but she was incredibly shy and uncertain of herself. Her Sunday School teaching was the only way she knew how to be outgoing. Perhaps it worked for her because all but one of her pupils were younger than twelve. But behind her heavy glasses, her severe hair-bun and her dowdy and unfashionable clothes, she was really quite gorgeous and voluptuous. Her medium-large breasts were perfectly formed - firm and upright - and her tiny waist gave her an amazing figure. But it was all for naught. Sweet shy Nessa had never even kissed a boy - even the thought of doing so made her blush crimson.

As the video began to play again, all seven of the men in the room were immediately rapt. They sat in the classroom's small wooden chairs staring intently into the swirling chaos of the screen, trying to find the meaning and story that was promised there.

Looking from man to man down the line, poor Nessa could feel a perplexing longing that emanated from her young womb and drove her innocent and inexperienced mind to wild fancies. The older women in the room, attuned to Nessa's needs by the video - who understood the basis and the cure - smiled knowingly at one another and silently appointed Amanda's mother, Alice, to come to the poor girl's rescue.

"It's quite alright, dear," Alice cooed to the wide-eyed and desperate teen. "Just do as I say and you'll be fine. Don't worry. Yes, that's it dear, kneel right here, between the Father's knees. Yes, yes, very good, he won't mind - will you Father?"

Father Devoll smiled vacantly at his lovely parishioner's question and placed his hands on the head of his pretty Sunday School teacher, slouching a bit in his chair to make it easier for the girl to inexpertly fish his cock out of his pants. He never took his eyes from the screen, but his erection grew instantly at the touch of the pretty young thing's small shaking hands and he audibly moaned with pleasure.

"That's it, sweetie, just slip it into your mouth. There you go." Amanda's mother, lovely woman that she was, gently coaxed the confused teen, even as she pulled the pins from the girl's hair and let the thick blonde locks cascade down in shining waves. "You're doing such a nice job, Nessa. Now, I know you can get more of his nice hard cock down your throat. Don't worry, it'll be fine, just swallow. Yes sweetie, very nice!"

As soon as her priest's thick manhood had passed her lips, the swirling, agonizing tensions in the middle of Nessa's body began to ease. Her whole being became her mouth and his cock and the soft sweet voice of Amanda's mother Alice. Father Devoll's cock was such a mystery! But it was also wonderful and tasty. Licking and sucking became her whole world, but for the amazing warm feeling that was flooding her pussy. And the deeper she took his throbbing warm cock into her mouth, the more the feeling spread throughout her. She worked harder to get his cock into her throat, to keep from gagging. She didn't care that she felt someone unbutton her blouse and pull it from her body. What difference did it make that her bra was pulled down below her ample, untouched breasts? Nessa pulled her mouth from the hot flesh and used her young tongue to coat every surface of his hot organ with her saliva. She sucked one large ball into her mouth, then the other, rolling them around with her tongue. It felt so nice to have him grab her head and pull at her long hair, forcing the cock back deep into her throat.

"Oh dear, yes, you're doing so well! Just a little farther, just a little faster!" Alice whispered encouragingly into Nessa's ear as Nessa swallowed her priest's cock down deep into her throat and let him fuck her face, his fingers entwined in her long thick blonde locks. "Almost there, dear, almost, yes, yes, that's it! Yes!" Nessa's pretty nose and glasses were buried in the priests thick curly pubic hair with each hard thrust of his hips.

"Oh god, oh god, oh my dear and precious lord!" the priest exclaimed and he yanked the sweet girl's face hard against his crotch, over and over, burying his cock fully down her tight throat as his seed exploded out and filled her mouth. Another fast thrust and more of the hot seed scalded her throat. The girl thrashed, unable to breathe for a moment, but the warmth between her legs was beginning to drive her insane. She scrabbled at her loins with frustration, unable to get past all the bulky clothes she wore, even as the priest thrust deep into her throat one last time, finally finishing the best orgasm he'd had in decades.

Nessa's brother Dean watched his pretty sister gulping down old Father Devoll's cum and a spike of intense, unexpected jealousy joined the insistent, throbbing spike in his trousers. How dare she! The little cunt! Well Dean would show her - she'd be sorry she hadn't come to him first - she was wasting herself on the old man when her hot-blooded brother was right there. Well two could play that game. He'd show her! Besides, Dean had a job to do - he couldn't let his slutty sister distract him from the important responsibility he'd taken on for Father Devoll. Dean stomped out of the room. Everyone else was too intent on the video or the sight of Nessa gobbling down cum to notice.

Nessa was released and came up with a gasp, rocking back on her heels and spluttering, her throat and mouth full of hot cum. She looked down to see her impressive breasts on display, then looked up to see many pairs of eyes surrounding her and enjoying the view. She blushed deeply. Nessa didn't resist as two of the smiling mothers took her by the arms and helped lift her to her feet. She swayed, like a drunken idiot, overwhelmed by the many feelings coursing through her. Suddenly, one of the fathers was holding her face in his hands, towering over her before leaning down to kiss her pretty, thick lips. Her first kiss! But what was he doing with his tongue - it felt so lovely! She kissed him back with everything she had, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and straining upwards to meet him.

As Nessa kissed Helen's father, the two helpful mothers unzipped her long bulky skirt and dropped it to the floor, helping her to step out of it. Then her slip and her panties followed suit and the true voluptuous beauty of the fourteen-year-old was on display for the gathered parishioners. Such a perfect child - barely a woman, fecund, innocent and untainted. Nessa shivered and moaned when another man stepped up behind her and reached around to cup her perfect young breasts - the first time they'd ever been touched. Her body responded to his caresses. Her nipples flared to sharp hard points and her pussy began to drip with anticipation.

"Oh yes, you're doing so well," one of the mothers whispered in the teenager's ear as she helped to ease the girl forward onto the lap of Helen's father. "Don't worry dear, just let it happen. That's it! Yes, grind that pretty little pussy against his big cock. See how much he likes it, how he grabs your hips and pulls you tighter. He's worshiping your wonderful fertility, child. Be joyful of his faith and help him realize the wonderful promise you bring us."

Straddling the lap of Helen's father, with her hands on his shoulders, Nessa ground her virgin pussy against his huge erection. She spread her juices along his length and she moaned as she leaned back into the other man, who reached around her body to tweak her nipples and massage her perfect orbs. Her mind whirled and her pussy was on fire.

"Harder, sweetie, harder!" another mother urged Nessa on with a feverish whisper in her ear. "Yes, that's it, harder! Get ready, get ready, it's coming, don't be afraid. Now, now, it's time! Take him into your body and show your appreciation for the gifts bestowed on us on this holiest of days!"

Helen's father lifted Nessa's hips ever so slightly and his big cock slipped into her pussy. "Aaaahhh!" Nessa screamed as, with a single thrust, the big cock burst through her cherry and impaled her. "OH! OH! OH!" she cried out and then her arms were around the man's neck and she was pressed to his chest. She rode his thick throbbing pole madly. She'd never had any idea that fucking could be so wonderful and perfect and incredible. "Yes, yes, oh god, oh god, OH!" The man's thick cock stretched the pretty girl's pussy wide and filled her beyond anything she could have believed possible.

But what was going on behind the Sunday School teacher? She gasped as she felt another body pressing against her naked back, felt herself pressed even harder against Helen's lovely father.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Nessa heard. The soft soothing voice of Amanda's mother, Alice, filled her confused mind. "You're doing so well. You're such a joy. Don't fight it, just let it happen. It's all part of the celebration of your fertility and beauty and promise!"

"Yes, yes, dear," came the other woman's voice in Nessa's other ear. "You're so lovely and soft. How could they possibly resist. Don't fight it darling!"

"Oh my god, oh my god, what is that? OH! OH! OHHHHHH!" Nessa couldn't stop herself from screaming in terror, despite the soothing words of the two mothers who were coaxing her along and gently stroking her long beautiful hair. The cock that unexpectedly entered her ass was huge, and its owner wasted no time - stroking it deeper and deeper into her rectum until he was slapping his swinging ball sac against her ass with every vicious thrust.

The two men fucked the young teenager in tandem - one on the way in and one on the way out - with perfect timing. Nessa's back arched and spasmed and her eyes rolled back in her head as a massive orgasm, the first of her young life, crashed over her body. She screamed uncontrollably.

The two men, in a madness of wild, forbidden lust - their wives encouraging them to go faster and harder - pounded the gorgeous fourteen-year-old with everything they had. Their coordination was perfect and added to the incredible feeling. Neither could remember a better fuck. When their wives leaned in to kiss them they happily reciprocated with wet sloppy tongue-embedding kisses, even as they continued to thrust brutally at the little girl's cunt and ass.

Alice's husband felt the cum boiling up, screaming for release. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh lord, I'm going to cum!" he cried out.

"Yes, yes, now, do it now, together!" cried out Hanna's husband. "Now!! Oh fuck!"

Both men came, within seconds of one another, deep inside the pretty teen. Her orgasm went on and on and she was certain she would pass out at any moment. How was it possible that anything could be so intense and wonderful and frightening all at the same time?

"Fuck, fuck, yes!" Amanda's father yelled. His hot seed scalded the girl's intestines.

"Yes, yes, fuck!" Helen's father screamed at the same time as he spent his considerable load of semen into her waiting womb.

Father Devoll enjoyed watching his parishioners make such good use of his fertile, pretty Sunday School teacher. It gave him great joy to see them following through on his sermon, striving so hard to realize the great potential of pretty Nessa's fertility.

But Father Devoll was restless, so he began to wander the halls of the old church. He wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for, he just knew he wanted to find it. Soon, he came across little Mary and he helped her take her frilly Easter dress off. She gave him a lovely kiss on the mouth for his efforts, but then she scampered away with her half-full Easter Egg basket. When he ran into little Jenna, desperately trying to climb up a book shelf to reach a bright red egg on top, he lifted her up - enjoying the view of her bare cunny under her pretty frock. It didn't even occur to him to wonder where her panties had gone. As he lowered her down he let her dress fall over his head and he took a nice long taste of the seven-year-old's bare slit. Jenna giggled and squirmed and when he finally set her down she too kissed the old priest and then scampered away to hunt for more of the precious eggs. Either of the sweet little girls would probably have done anything he asked for, but he was content for the moment to continue wandering, helping the occasional child reach and egg, undressing them, fondling them - whatever they seemed to need.

Amanda and Helen wandered the halls of the old church hand in hand, smiling. The two eleven-year-olds, life-long best friends, didn't really care about the Easter Egg hunt and their baskets swung empty at their sides. They were hunting for something different, although they didn't quite know what it was. Occasionally the two pretty girls, in their lovely Easter frocks would stop and embrace one another so that that could kiss. They would take turns reaching under the other girl's dress to stroke through the other girl's wet, tight slit. It felt good to be touched! But something wasn't right; another girl's touch just wasn't enough. And so they would continue their hunt, ignoring the occasional, brightly colored, plastic egg.

When the girls came around a corner to find nine-year-old Mark on his knees, with his head under the skirts of his six-year-old sister Nelly, who squirmed on her back, with her shiny black shoes pressed into Mark's shoulder blades, they were instantly excited. At once the two girls worked in tandem to pull the little boy's shoes off, then pull his pants down to his knees, even as he continued to run his tongue through his little sister's sweet pussy. As soon as his underpants were out of the way, the two older girls tore Mark away from his sister and pinned him to the ground. Helen got the first go at his immature, but erect little cock and she sucked it into her mouth greedily. That meant Amanda was free to lift her skirts and kneel down atop the poor boys face, pressing her sopping cunny to his lips. Mark thrashed under the two older girls, but he did his best to lave his tongue through Amanda's slit. He loved the taste of her pussy!

After a bit, after Amanda had come, hard, on the little boy's face, the two pretty girls changed places. They always shared! But even after Helen had shivered and moaned and ground her little pussy into the frightened boy's mouth, even after Mark's little cock had jerked and spasmed inside Amanda's mouth, the two girls were unsatisfied.

And so Helen and Amanda smoothed down their pretty frocks and hand in hand they prepared to continue their search. But as they turned to go, they caught sight of their little nemesis - Deborah!

Pretty Nessa Stehly the Sunday school teacher panted hard, barely able to get her breath as the man behind her finally withdrew from her tight ass and two of the mothers carefully lifted her off of Helen's daddy. She could barely stand, but the mothers were so sweet and helpful, holding her up and walking her the few feet to the big schoolroom desk, whispering kindnesses into her ears and soothing her shaking body with gentle caresses. The cold desk felt nice against the feverish skin of her back as they lay her across it, helping her by holding her legs up in the air to take the strain off her back.

"What a beautiful, fertile, child you are," Jack and Mary's mother said. "What a gift you have for all of us. And you're so sweet to give yourself this way." She petted the panting girl's face and smiled down at her with reassurance. "Don't worry, dear, we'll make sure your gift isn't wasted!"

Nessa barely noticed as Deborah's father slid his long throbbing tool into her sopping, cum-filled pussy. Only after he'd taken up a fast, hard rhythm did her body respond and her orgasm begin to build up again. But by then Mark and Nelly's father had lowered her head down over the other edge of the desk and presented her lips with his short fat cock. She greedily opened her mouth and took him in. Once again the child had two cocks buried deep in her body - fast unrelenting pistons of lust that sent her body back into orbit.

Deborah followed the two eleven-year-olds, Helen and Amanda. She desperately wished the two pretty girls would be her friends, but she was only ten and she wasn't skinny and tall like the slightly older girls. She knew they didn't like her and that they'd never accept her into their friendship, but it didn't stop her from following them around all the time. Deborah knew she was getting a bit old for Easter egg hunts, but she still felt the pull of the pretty eggs the other girls left behind. Her basket was nearly full!

Whenever the other girls stopped to kiss and paw at one another, Deborah hid just around the corner and peeked around to watch them. It made the terrible, desperate itch she had much worse and she'd long ago discarded her panties so that she could easily rub at her fat pussy lips with her short fingers. It felt good, but it wasn't really helping! She fell behind the other girls in her desperation to scratch her annoying need.

Deborah was startled when Nelly went skipping by her, swinging her little basked of eggs. She headed after the other girls, but stopped dead in her tracks when she came around corner to find Helen and Amanda molesting poor little Mark. Deborah liked Mark, and she'd even let him kiss her once, out on the church playground when no one was looking! It made her mad to see the older girls thrusting their pretty lips against his crotch and their hips against his face. Poor Mark looked scared! Deborah was scared too, too scared to go stop the older girls from being mean to her friend. Besides, she had such a terrible itch!

Finally, the other girls seemed to be finished with Mark, and they rose to straighten out their pretty dresses. Little Mark lay on the floor looking a bit stunned. But when the girls turned, they caught sight of Deborah, who was frozen like a deer in the headlights - that is if a deer could reach up under it's frilly Easter dress and finger its pussy with a desperate need. Before Deborah knew what was happening Helen and Amanda ran over and grabbed her by the arms.

"You're always trying to spoil everything, Debbie!" Amanda scolded. The two girls dragged Deborah over to the still prostrate Mark.

"We don't want you following us any more!" Helen said. As Deborah watched in horror, Helen pulled the leather belt from Mark's pants. The girls pulled Deborah's arms behind her back and quickly, tightly bound them together with the belt. It was terrifying!

Amanda and Helen forced Deborah down onto her knees between Mark's skinny legs. Her eyes flared at the sight of the boy's small cock, but as the girls forced her face to it, she opened her mouth and started sucking on it. On her knees, with no hands to held, she was pitched forward and couldn't help but practically swallow Mark's digit - which began to swell again almost at once.

While Amanda held Deborah down against Mark, Helen grabbed a broom from the nearby broom closet, together with some twine from the utility shelf. Then the two girls forced Deborah's knees wide apart, pulling at her ankles. Each girl tied one of Deborah's ankles to the broomstick. The younger girl was completely helpless as she sucked at Mark's small dick. Satisfied that Deborah wouldn't be able to follow them around any more, the older girls stood and once again straightened their pretty dresses before they resumed their hunt hand in hand.

And just as Helen and Amanda disappeared around the corner, a six foot tall (not counting the tall, pink and white ears) furry white Easter Bunny walked around the corner, a rather impressive erection jutting out from a hole cut in the front of his furry white costume.

As soon as Alice and Hanna saw that their lovely husbands were done raping the pretty Sunday School teacher, they put their heads together. The two women, each barely thirty, were the best of friends, easily as close as their daughters were. The words of Father Devoll's sermon still swirled through their minds, mixed together with the lovely message of the viral video. The two women hardly needed to speak to each know what the other was thinking. It was obvious to them that the sermon and the video were a gift, a gift they could not waste. And so the two young wives took the hands of their still somewhat bemused husbands and headed out into the church. Like all the others they were on the hunt, but not for the pretty little Easter Eggs hidden about here and there. The two mothers were interested in a different kind of egg entirely.

There were so many hallways and rooms, nooks and crannies in the old church. The quartet searched high and low, and they found various little children rushing about, with half-filled baskets of little eggs and half of their clothing left behind somewhere during the hunt. They were startled when they opened the cloak room to find Father Devoll, naked from the waist down, with eight-year-old Misty. Misty's eyes were huge with surprise, but her lips were firmly wrapped around Devoll's old cock and the priests fingers were tightly entwined in her short, curly black hair as he fucked her face and murmured his praises to the sweet lord above.

Hanna quietly closed the door again and the four adults went back to their search.

They found Helen and Amanda a few minutes later, in the vestry, where the girls had taken a quick break from their own wandering search to try to help one another scratch the terrible need that just kept getting worse and worse. The girls had given up on their clothing and were naked together on the floor, each of them fingering and licking the other child's tight pussy. When the door to the vestry opened suddenly, they sat up guiltily, faces glistening with moisture and little bodies quivering with unmet need.

"Oh! Daddy!" Helen said at the sight of her naked, handsome father.

"Oh! Daddy!" Amanda said at the sight of her naked, handsome father.

"Now, promise you'll be gentle!" Alice and Hanna said to their husbands in perfect unison.

Helen's father decided it was best to push Helen onto her back and take up where Amanda had left off, with his tongue deep in his little girl's immature, but ripe cunt. She tasted quite wonderful. His wife cooed in his ear about what a wonderful father he was to make sure that Helen's first time was memorable and enjoyable. And it was so important that he not waste this wonderful chance to make something with his daughter that would last forever.

Amanda's father, on the other hand, pushed his little girl on to her hands and knees and quickly knelt behind her. Reaching around her, he gently played with one sensitive, tiny breast, teasing the nipple into a hard little point at the same time that he sluiced his fingers through the child's sopping cunny. His wife, too, whispered praise into his ear and encouraged him to fulfill the fertile promise of his little girl's womb.

As each of the little girls, Helen and Amanda, began to quiver at the edge of orgasm, their daddies moved into position. The two girls screamed in perfect unison as their daddies pricked them with their long, throbbing cocks. Two virgin children became two young women with the thrusts of two hard daddy-cocks.

Alice and Hanna rejoiced and embraced. The two daddies started fucking their little girls with real force and pleasure.

Poor little Mark looked past the shoulder of the older, bound girl, who was doing her best, with her hands lashed behind her back and her legs spread wide by the broom handle, to suck his little dick until it would jerk and spasm again. What he saw turned his blood to ice. Mark had nightmares and all of his nightmares included two characters - clowns and the Easter Bunny. And now he was looking up at a huge, white, menacing Easter Bunny. He screamed and desperately tried to scrabble backwards from underneath Deborah. His little cock popped out of her mouth and her face fell to the rough carpet, but Mark didn't care. He just had to escape from the monster! The Easter Bunny! "Nooooooo!" he screamed.

Dean looked out through the eye holes in the Easter Bunny head, saw the little boy's terror and heard his screams. But Dean didn't really care about the boy, he was more concerned with the bound ten-year-old, with her ass in the air, begging for his cock. He raised his comically big paws out to the side, leaned in closer and yelled "Boo!" The little boy managed to leap to his feet, trip over the trousers around his ankles and do a face plant, only to rise again, pants in hand, and run screaming down the hall.

But then the little girl on the floor managed to twist her head around enough to get a view of the huge Easter Bunny with the terrifying huge cock thrust out through the white fur. It was her turn to start screaming in terror. Her childish voice was ear-splitting.

Dean had to do something, fast. He knelt beside the bound, trembling little girl. He had to shut her up! It was difficult with the huge white paws encasing his hands, but Dean managed to scoop up two of the bigger eggs that Mark had abandoned as he ran screaming down the hall. He forced one, and then the other, into the child's screaming mouth, pressing hard to get them to both fit past her lips. At once the screaming reduced to a low whistle. And try as hard she might, Deborah couldn't seem to force the bright plastic eggs out of her mouth.

For years and years, Father Devoll had entertained the children on Easter by donning his outrageous, corny Easter Bunny costume. Hanna, Alice, even Misty's mother had been around as little ones to see their beloved priest's antics. But Devoll had finally decided it was time to pass the important task on to his young protege, Dean. With the ears that stuck from the big round head, the costume was near to seven feet tall. But it was a tight fit on Dean, who was a good three inches taller than the priest.

It was time for Dean's first official act in his important new role as the parish's official Easter Bunny. He tossed Deborah's dress up over her back to reveal her round, naked bottom and the pretty, virgin slit between her thighs. Despite the awkward paws, he managed to slot the head of his thick, long cock into the little girls slit. He swirled it through the juices that were already flowing. His huge rabbit paws grasped her little hips.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" Deborah tried to scream past the eggs forced behind her pearly teeth.

Dean thrust forward, ripping through the little girl's cherry with his massive cock.

In the Sunday School room, Miss Nessa straddled Misty's corpulent father, her knees barely resting on the broad desk. All of her clothes were stripped away and her lovely fourteen-year-old breasts bounced seductively as she rose up and down, fucking herself hard on the large man's fat cock.

The fathers of Mark, Nelly and little Jenna, sat watching the show as their friend fucked the gorgeous teenager. They were resting, waiting for a second turn with Nessa, who seemed to have an insatiable appetite now that she'd finally felt the first prick of a man's cock.

But two of the other fathers couldn't wait any longer. They had to be part of the wonderful Easter rite! One of them stood on a chair in front of the girl and presented his throbbing member to her pretty lips. The other climbed onto the desk and knelt on one knee behind her, balancing with his other foot as he carefully brought his manhood to her tiny, puckered ass.

For the first time, sweet Nessa took the cocks of three men into her body at the same time. She moaned with incredible pleasure even as she sucked one of the cocks and bobbed her head with enthusiasm. Moments later her body began to buck and tremble as three men brought her to the best orgasm yet. Under the influence of the viral video, still playing on the screen, the joy of being used in every hole seared itself permanently into Nessa's brain. Forever more the child would walk the world as a cock worshiping slut - ready to take on any man, or group of men, at any time.

Helen's daddy thrust harder and harder into his little girl. She wrapped her legs around his torso and moaned into his chest as her video-driven climax went on and on. Nearby, Amanda grunted in time with her daddy's vicious thrusts from behind. It felt like his cock was trying to penetrate her lungs! She loved ever second of it.

The daddies spewed hot cum deep into their climaxing little girls at nearly the same time. Helen's daddy was only a few seconds ahead of Amanda's daddy - not that it was a race a man would want to win. Faster isn't always better. The two mothers were thrilled at the sight of their strong men fulfilling the fertile promise of their sweet babies and they cooed sweet nothings into their husbands ears, then kissed them passionately, even as the last drops of hot seed were sucked from the big cocks by the little girls' tight cunts. It was a beautiful and touching family moment.

Helen and Amanda's daddies withdrew from their eleven-year-old daughters and sat back, looking a bit stunned. The girls were even more stunned. Helen lay panting on her back, with her legs splayed wide and a bit of cum dribbling from her little pussy. Amanda collapsed from her doggy position, to lay trembling on the floor. But their mothers, who smiled with intense happiness, knew that it was all just the normal aftermath of a seriously hard first fuck. Everyone would be fine. Without a word, the two women joined hands and left to wander the church, knowing that they still had something to find.

"I wonder whatever happened to that Dean boy?" Hanna said softly as they disappeared down the hall.

That Dean boy was ramming his aching cock deep into the pussy of little Deborah, who moaned in a combination of terror and ecstasy around the two eggs stuffed in her little mouth. The pain of being deflowered so suddenly had been searing and terrifying. But pain soon gave way to an amazing new sensation, like tingling electrical fireworks that spread out from her well-filled pussy.

Dean could only get a bit less than half of his huge cock inside the ten-year-old, and even that was stretching her almost past her limits. The boy was truly hung like a horse, although he wasn't aware, in his youthful innocence, that he was so much larger than the average man. He did understand, however, that it was frustrating not to go balls deep into his very first pussy, no matter how much he was enjoying fucking the tiny child.

When Dean came into Deborah's womb, a womb that no one, not even Deborah's mother, was aware was fertile, Dean screamed from inside the big, bulbous rabbit head. It was at just that moment that Hanna and Alice, hand in hand came around the corner and froze at the sight of a huge, white Easter Bunny raping a tightly bound little ten-year-old on her face and knees. The two women squeezed each other's hands with intense excitement. And when the boy finished cumming, and pulled his still-hard monster cock from the girl's cunt, they both gasped.

Dean stood and staggered back from little Deborah. His cock waved about, glistening in the bright lights, lightly tinged with red from Deborah's deflowering. The power of the boy's first fuck had nearly overloaded his teen mind and he barely noticed the two young mothers who quickly stepped forward to guide him down the hall and into a nearby office. He only came back to his senses when Hanna dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her full lips around the end of his partly wilted cock.

Hanna went wild for the taste of Deborah's rape on Dean's monster dick. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her best friend quickly stripping off her clothes, with a look of longing on her face. Hanna kept bobbing her head and running her tongue around the head of the boy's gigantic phallus, hoping to taste his seed. But as soon as she saw Alice lay back on the desk, legs spread wide, pussy sparking with wetness, she knew she had to let the boy fulfill the promise of the season. For it wasn't only their daughters who were fertile on this greatest of Easter Sundays.

Dean's cock was erect and ready again! The pretty mother had made sure of that. He let her grab it in her fist, which looked tiny around the massive organ, then lead him to the other pretty mother's waiting twat, poised at the very edge of the desk. Hanna swirled the head of the huge cock through Alice's waiting, wet pussy, making sure that her dear friend was completely ready to take on such a large cock. As soon as Alice nodded her head, her eyes wide with frightened anticipation, Helen stood on a chair and whispered into the giant rabbit's ear - "Fuck her! Fuck her hard!"

With a single thrust, Dean buried his cock in the warm, waiting cunt. His comical big paws grabbed the woman's waist and he began to rut with her, burying his thick cock deeper and deeper, until she couldn't take any more. "OH! OH! OH GOD! HE'S SO BIG!" Alice screamed and then just started to grunt in time with the boy's fast, energetic thrusts.

Thrilled at seeing her best friend getting pounded into a frenzy, Hanna desperately wanted to get into the act. She came around the desk and leaned down to take one of her friend's nipples into her soft mouth, teasing it to a hard point in seconds. At the same time she reached down, blindly, and found Alice's cunt. Through the small patch of Alice's hair, she could feel the gigantic cock invading the other woman, stroke after mighty stroke. Then she let her fingers find the hood of Alice's pussy and she started to torture the sensitive clitoris, driving Alice insane with pleasure.

Deborah was still face down on the floor, her ass fixed high in the air. The rivulet of Dean's cum that dribbled down her leg tickled horribly, but there was nothing the bound child could do about it. Her pussy was still spasming from her first rape when she heard the heavy footsteps of two men.

The fathers of Nelly, Mark and Jenna had grown frustrated waiting for another turn with beautiful Miss Nessa. They'd left her well attended by four other fathers and set out to see what was happening with the Easter Egg hunt. When they found a cute, bound ten-year-old, with her pussy gleaming and a bit of red-tinged cum dribbling down her thighs, they exchanged a glance. A quick round of rock-paper-scissors was won by Jenna's father, and the man wasted not a moment before he knelt behind the little girl's waiting, fertile cunt.

While he waited, Mark's father stroked his cock to keep it ready and admired his friend's technique - a super fast pace that seemed to drive the little girl wild. She grunted incoherently around something in her mouth. He knelt down to discover that there were two Easter Eggs keeping her screams to a minimum and he admired the ingenuity of whoever had arranged it. But it gave him an idea of his own.

It was a good five minutes before Jenna's daddy came into the womb of the groaning ten-year-old, and his orgasm was quite wonderful. The little girl was so tight! As soon as he was sure he'd squeezed ever drop of his seed deep inside her, he backed off to give his friend his well-earned turn with the child.

Mark's daddy was more than happy to take his turn with Deborah's sweet pussy and his cock was hard and ready. But the man had an idea that just couldn't be ignored. He'd already grabbed two of the colorful Easter Eggs and before he set his cock to Deborah's entrance he pushed one of the eggs into her sopping cunt. She grunted at the strange sensation and he rolled it about inside her to get it nice and wet. Removing the egg, he place the pointed end of it against the poor child's tiny, puckered asshole.

Deborah screamed around the eggs in her mouth when Mark's daddy forced the wet egg into her butt. He pressed and pressed, with inexorable force, until her tiny bung stretched open and the egg popped inside of her all at once. It was the strangest, scariest sensation! But the awful man wasn't done. He quickly slipped the second egg into her pussy, where the two eggs fought for space inside her, squeezing the thin membrane between her two tunnels. As soon as he had the second egg nicely lubricated, he pulled it back out and set at Deborah's tiny ass, where the first egg had completely disappeared. He shoved and the little girl screamed. The second egg went in easier and she felt the first egg shoved much higher into her body.

"Hot damn, that's hot!" Jenna's daddy said as the second egg disappeared into the tiny ass. "Do another, man!" And he handed Mark's daddy a third egg, bright red and a bit larger than the first two. Right away the third egg was nestled into the child's cunny, where he rotated it around until it glistened with wetness. Deborah screamed even louder as the third egg was pressed to her ass. Slowly, terribly, it forced open her tight rectum and then Mark's daddy shoved it up inside of her until her tiny bung closed around it.

It was rather like the little girl had a seven-inch cock shoved up into her ass. And seconds later she had a seven inch cock shoved up into her oh-so-tight cunt as Mark's daddy began to rape her.

Little Deborah, in thrall to the viral video, was also quickly learning her new place in the world.

The fathers of Helen and Amanda had known each other since grade school. Each had been the other's best man and each was the godfather of the other's pretty, sweet daughter. The two men exchanged a glance and reached out to shake hands on their unspoken agreement.

Helen's daddy pulled Amanda back up to her knees and stood in front of her, presenting his wilted cock to her pretty lips. He snaked his fingers into the thick hair at the back of her head and fed his cock into her willing mouth. He knew it would only take a couple minutes of the pretty child sucking his dick to get him hard enough to fuck her. He'd been eyeing his goddaughter's luscious body for nearly three years!

Amanda's daddy, in the meantime, had Helen face down on the carpet, her arms and legs spread wide. He didn't need to get hard again, he was already throbbing with desire for the luscious girl. He lubricated his long cock with the juices and cum he scooped from her pussy and then he set the head against her tiny back door. Helen screamed "oh god, oh god, oh!" but there was little she could do. He pushed into her ass and began to pound into her. Once he was deep inside her, with a fast, steady pace, he looked over to see his wide-eyed friend staring at the scene of his daughter's first ass fuck. Helen's father was completely erect and he was unconsciously forcing his dick all the way down poor Amanda's throat as she gagged and spewed spittle.

Both men were crazed with lust from the viral video and from the chance to use the other's sexy young daughter. It was a dream come true for both of them, and as they used the little girls mercilessly, they understood that it was the start of a whole new life for the two families. Share and share alike had always been the two friends' motto - and now it was destined to be fulfilled for years and years of cum.

Helen's daddy felt the cum threatening to erupt from his enraged cock. He quickly pulled it from Amanda's throat and forced the girl back down onto her hands and knees. Just like her daddy had, he took her from behind, ramming his dick to the balls in the little girl like a dog. His cum erupted into her fertile womb, mixing with her daddy's cum, doubling the chance that she would fulfill the promise of the day's wonderful sermon.

Amanda's father also felt the cum about to explode from his thick cock and he, too, knew not to waste the precious seed. Helen grunted in despair when he pulled quickly out of her tight ass, but she had little to fear. Her godfather lifted her hips off the floor and rammed deep into her tight, preteen cunt so that he could spew his cum in with her daddy's.

All four slumped to the floor in heaps, the daddies still embedded in the little girls as their cocks slowly deflated and the children quivered with the last of their massive climaxes. Amanda and Helen reached out to one another and smiled as they twined together their fingers in a symbol of loving solidarity - wordlessly sharing their knowledge of their new lives.

The giant Easter Bunny forced Hanna to bend over the desk, with her face pressed into her best friend's oozing pussy. He fucked her from behind with wild, violent thrusts of his massive cock. Finally, finally, he'd found a female who could handle nearly his full length! It was heaven.

Hanna would have screamed if her mouth wasn't busy licking and sucking her best friend to another orgasm. But the boy was so big! She'd never felt anything like it. Every stroke of his massive cock sent wild shivers through her whole body. Orgasm came almost immediately and it lasted and lasted as he continued to ram his huge organ deep inside her. Hanna's shivers were soon matched by Alice's as Alice ground her cunt into her best friend's face.

But finally, after nearly fifteen minutes, Dean the Easter Bunny spewed his hot seed into the waiting mother's fertile womb. The woman was nearly senseless from the amazing pounding, and when Dean withdrew from her, she could barely move enough to crawl up onto the desk and into her best friend's arms. The two naked, pretty young mother's collapsed together on the desk as the giant Easter Bunny wandered off into the church, his big cock still waving and glistening.

Dean wandered through the church. He passed through the room where Deborah was bound with her ass high in the air. A trio of daddies had discovered the little girl and she was now being raped for at least the sixth time. Dean paused for a moment to watch Misty's fat daddy ram his cock deep into the ten-year-old's cunt, but he was looking for something else and he soon moved on.

When he heard a noise coming from the confessional, Dean pushed open the door to find Father Devoll in deep communion with little Jenna, whose lips were tightly wrapped around the old man's cock. Dean didn't know that Father Devoll had managed to make the rounds of all of the younger girls, and Jenna was the last to suck his cock. It seemed unlikely the old man would be able to cum one more time, but he was going to do his best. Without a word, Dean closed the door and went on his way.

Back in the Sunday School room, Dean found most of the remaining children, gathered around comparing their Easter Eggs and opening the little plastic containers to gorge on chocolate and play with tiny toys. At the sight of the huge Easter Bunny all the children cheered, but the sight of the bunny's huge erection quieted them at once.

Miss Nessa, Dean's sweet fourteen-year-old sister, lay naked in a pool of cum on the desk. But despite the hard use, the glaze in her eyes and the gunk coating her legs, face and hair, she was still the most beautiful to Dean.

And so Miss Nessa had her final, gentle fuck of the glorious Easter afternoon, poised at the edge of the desk as the Easter Bunny slid a huge cock into her, then thrust it in and out of her for the next half an hour. Near the end, almost every member of the congregation had returned to watch the blessed pairing. Even poor Deborah, after one final fuck from her own daddy, had finally been untied and allowed back on her feet so that she could gingerly waddle back to the schoolroom. Finally, Nessa's brother added his seed to the seed of the many, many men who had emptied their balls in the pretty teen's fertile womb and the collected group joined in a sigh of contentment at the wonders of the day.

St. Elmore Catholic Church, Christmas Mass

It was almost time to start the Christmas Mass. Father Rich Devoll stood in the pulpit, patiently and happily waiting for his small flock to finish filling in the pews of the rickety old church, knowing that the heavy snow falling outside would make one or two of the families just a bit late.

Behind the priest's pulpit, on a large screen that had been installed just after Easter, the viral video ran on a continuous loop.

As had become the custom in the church over the past almost nine months, the front pew was taken up by the Easter miracles. Alice and her now twelve-year-old daughter Amanda sat together, holding hands. Beside them, Hanna and her soon to be twelve-year-old daughter Helen similarly sat together, radiant and happy. Father Devoll beamed down at the fifth miracle - Deborah, who had enjoyed her eleventh birthday a couple of months ago. There was room for just one more on the bench, Miss Nessa Stehly, who at that very moment was being helped to waddle slowly up one side of the small church, her smiling brother Dean holding her hand and gently stabilizing her with a hand on the small of her back. It was almost amazing that the poor girl could walk! Everyone knew she was going to have triplets any day now.

With the six hugely pregnant females all settled onto the front pew, Father Devoll was ready to begin.

"My dear friends," he began. "What better time to gather together our small but growing family than at the celebration of the birth of our Lord. Truly we are blessed with the miracle of life in our lovely parish. Let us all give thanks to the Lord for the new lives we shall soon receive!"

There was a loud murmur of appreciation that rippled across the parish before Father Devoll went on to deliver the rest of his Christmas Mass. Everyone listened with the greatest attention, but all of them were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the exciting conclusion.

The parish of St. Elmore's church had swelled a bit over the months, even as the bellies of the two women and four young girls had swelled. No one seemed to think it odd that almost all of the new parishioners were men - but Father Devoll was thrilled to have his flock finally growing to where it nearly filled the small nave. Perhaps it was the way that the congregation finished each mass, ever since that fateful Easter, perhaps it was something else. But everyone was happy to have a full and burgeoning church.

"And so, my dear friends, do not let the cold or the snow or the darkness dampen your spirits on this most important of holy days - Christmas. Join me now in the new sacrament that we of St. Elmore's have come to love and rejoice in!"

Even before the final words of the old Father's speech faded away, the six extremely pregnant females in the front pew were struggling to move into position. None of them tried to stand, they were all much too far along to be able to easily get up from the uncomfortable bench without assistance. Instead they twisted and slid about until they were down on their hands and knees, at which point they crawled forward until they were forming a semicircle around the pulpit with their attractive butts presented to the appreciative group of worshipers. With their short dresses and their knees spread wide to support their big stomachs, it was immediately clear that none of them were sporting panties.

As always, Father Devoll began the new sacrament with the youngest, Deborah. He knelt in front of the pretty little brunette and slid his erection past her lips. As she bobbed her head eagerly, her father slipped into place behind her and happily sank his cock into her. As soon as the pregnant eleven-year-old began to moan, Father Devoll removed his long, old cock from her mouth and moved on to the next child, Amanda. As he did, another eager parishioner took his place in front of Deborah and she happily slurped at the man's cock.

Soon Amanda's father was behind her, fucking her hard as her head bobbed on Father Devoll's erection. Once the rhythm was going, the old priest moved on to Amanda's mother, Alice, who greedily sucked at the old man's cock while one of the new parishioners took place behind her and happily slid his cock into her sopping cunt. Helen, whose father was more than happy to slide in behind her as well, was next to suck at Devoll's erection. A moment later her mother Hanna had her turn as she was fucked from behind by Misty's fat daddy. Finally, Father Devoll moved on to the hugely gravid Nessa, joined immediately by her brother Dean, who moaned as he rammed his giant cock into his sister's sopping cunt.

And so was the new sacrament of St Elmore's carried out. Father Devoll finally came, in the mouth of his precious Sunday School teacher and then withdrew to be replaced by another man. A dozen men were on their knees, giving thanks to the Lord and enjoying the new sacrament as they stroked excitedly into the cunts and mouths of the six pregnant females. And as each man finished making his sacrifice, another took his place in a continuous celebration. And through it all the six girls and women writhed in ecstasy, their massive bellies jiggling as they shivered in constant, devout orgasm.

The Mass-orgy continued, unabated, until every one of the twenty five or so men and older boys in the small parish had enjoyed the new sacrament fully - twice.

And through it all, the viral video played in the background.

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