However, Jenny also liked the way some of the older women took her more expertly. Sometimes in pairs, one woman wisely drawing moaning pleasure from her hotly oozing little cunny, while another pleased herself by squat-humping her sopping adult pussy on Jenny’s little face. Jenny always did her best to lap up all of a woman’s sticky juices, just like daddy told her, at such times. But there had also been many times her little body had really been more roughly abused.
Sometimes she was sodomized before the chanting cultists, her tiny asshole buggered violently by some callous man or dildo wielding woman. Or whole groups would have her all at once, titillating her small child’s physique in every possible way, drawing fingernails across her taught young flesh, pinning her firmly to the altar while they dripped hot candle wax on her wildly tingling little nipples, perhaps fucking her sweet little cunt with all manner of imaginatively placed dildos, making her shudder into orgasm, again and again and again.
She recalled mother had her try on her most erotic adult apparel, taking care to choose the most ravishing, raunchy rigging they could find before she’d attend a ritual sex event.
The twelve-year-old preened herself in the full-length mirror, and made sure that she looked just the way she wanted in a bright red negligee ensemble, complete with a red lace choker around her pretty, graceful neck. A lacy red brazier cupped her smallish titties nicely, and a gossamer fine camisole fell alluringly around her pert young female frame, like a red hot see-through fog, displaying the flimsy crutch-less panties around her slightly swelling hips. She was sure the male cultists would pay rapt attention to her naughtily presented curves presented this way. You have curves no man can resist, she had been told more than once by her daddy she recalled.
But no! Mommy wasn’t happy with the outfit. So next they tried a breathtaking black corset and gown set, along with matching shiny black stilettos. The flashy leather bodice lifted little Jenny’s mounds to reveal as much of her creamy-white breasts, as mommy cared without seeming too obvious. After all, she wanted to tease the members of the big family into fucking her little daughter, not insult them. She touched the barest hint of lip stick to Jenny’s sexy, pouty mouth, and then stood back to admire the effect.
Jenny’s lushly contoured little body was clingingly exposed beneath a long black translucent floor length veil that started falling at her hips, revealing, beside the budding fullness of her lust inciting buttocks, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, flawless white skin, and just the hint of straw colored hair, only just beginning to sprout at the center of her loins.
Jenny felt quite pleased with herself.
She stretched and fluffed out her wealth of thick, blonde hair, which had only been cut twice in her life: Her daddy was always crazy about her hair and, like many other men in the cult, liked to stroke his fingers through it as he fucked his little daughter with his gratefully gouging cock.
But on that last afternoon, mother had a stroke of pure inspiration.
Jennifer smiled softly to herself as she thought about how sexy she looked in front of her adoring mother just then. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, Jenny toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a matching tingle deep down in the center of her belly.
Mother had outdone herself this time, her naughty little outfit was exquisite she decided. It was quite simply, the most erotic wedding negligee ensemble that any man could ever dream of.
Jenny’s little thorax and the full ripeness of her beast were completely naked now. Only a crotch-less white string thong adorned her girlish hips and bare-ass buttocks. However, her sex appeal was not in anyway diminished, to the contrary, the rest of her flimsy, bawdy, adult bridle trappings served to show off her lovely, sexy body all the more. Her pretty blond hair was upswept now; crowned spectacularly with a lace fringed shock of the purest white tulle veil and a sparkling, bright tiara graced her head. Long white silk gloves clasped to her dainty little elbows, and the long smooth columns of her legs were flattered by elaborate lace band stockings, snugly fitted round her sweeping thighs, and ending in a pair of sparkling silver stiletto heels at her feet.
“Specto suscitatio” a familiar baritone voice rang out in her ears, and Jennifer immediately relaxed. The bright and relatively happy memories of her mother and her pretty dresses faded into the tranquil floating blackness of the cave.
“Jenny! Jenny… can you hear me?” the voice of Doctor Schwarzkopf questioned after some moments. Jennifer nodded her head slowly, and the little girl inside her felt relieved and happy once again.
“Jenny, when I count to three you’ll wake up in the church again, but this time on that last night. Do you understand?”
“Um hum,” little Jenny answered.
“Very good. On the count of three. You will wake up in the church and tell me everything you remember. One.. Two.. Three.”
Thunderous applause broke out in shock and awe amongst the hundreds of Satanic cultists gathered for the black mass that evening, as the little blond haired girl, a forbidden erotic vision of bridal, honeymoon night lust, made a most theatrical entry to the unholy church of Satan.
Mr. Black himself, cloaked in black and wearing a bizarrely ornate gold mask with goat horns sprouting from its crown, lead the petite twelve year old, wearing her sexy white wedding night lingerie, as she rode down the aisle on the back of a big, jet-black Billy-goat.
The atmosphere in the church nave was already electrically charged with anticipation of what was planned for that fateful evening, but now the demonic parishioners swooned in fascination at the unholy bridal couple. The image of such a pretty young temptress, adorning one of the classic symbols of the Devil, as a powerfully built male goat, was almost to much for some. Even with her pretty makeup face hidden slightly beneath her veil, Jenny could hear their vile, fevered adult whispers and lustful mutterings as she passed by the cloaked and masked figures that made up the unholy congregation, flanking in the pew aisles to her sides.
Set just before the chancel, at the back end of the church, stood a large ceremonial altar with an upside-down cross standing on one end, Mr. Black lead Jenny and the goat to its edge, where she was helped to dismount and take her place upon the great stone table top, in preparation for the unholy sexual Eucharist to follow.
Jenny looked like a sexy little fallen angel now, kneeling upon the stony surface of the altar, as Mr. Black had an attendant take the impressive looking goat, then turned to face the hushed gathering from his lectern.
“Unholy brethren,” he boomed in melodious male tones, “for many years we have offered sacraments to reptiles, drank of the forbidden effusions of blood and offered sexual sacrifices to the glory of The Horned One. Always we have had faith that our practices would one day bring down upon us, the very presents of The Beast. And so tonight, at long last, we are gathered together for an event so long anticipated, the alignment of the five stars has begun.” Mr. Black took a moment to clear his throat, mainly for effect, before continuing.
“Tonight is truly a magical night; Tonight the five planets will form the long awaited pentagram in the heavens, and in this heightened state of magic, the tribunal of Satan will at last prevail here on earth… if WE are ready to receive him!” the atrocious Mr. Black implored the crowd at that moment,
“I ask you gathered here tonight, do you receive Satan as your lord and master?”
“We do” the congregation answered..
“Do all gathered here pledge their indulgences to the most Unholy Father?”
“We do”
“Do WE, His cultus of darkness, crave His vital existence, His undefiled, diabolic wisdom here tonight?”
“We do, in the name of Satan! We so swear!” the gathering confirmed, and with that, a very pleased Mr. Black left the chancel and stepped up to the altar to address the little girl that kneeled upon it.
Jenny never paid much attention to what was said during the church meetings, she never understood all of the words anyway. In fact, all she knew for sure was that sooner all later, they always turned out the same, with her having some sort of kinky sex in front of everyone.
As the Satanic priest positioned himself close before the sexy little bride, Jenny’s hips began a slow erotic undulation, she’d been taught by mommy, would always please the crowd. She could see Mr. Black’s ridged penis protruding from a purposeful hole, in the front of his robes, as he spoke to her in booming tones.
“Come to me child, and receive the unholy sacrament of Satan!”
Jenny obediently waddled forward on hands and knees, until Mr. black reached and threw back her wedding veil, before clasping her pretty, nubile face between his hands. Then he kissed her on the forehead briefly, before he guided her head with his meaty hands wrapped tightly in her hair, to bring her glossy pouted lips to find his heavily bloated cock-tip. Jenny knew what she must do, and a shiver of lust quaked through her as she sucked Mr. Blacks fat cock-knob into her fluid, fluttery little mouth.
His eagerly throbbing penis sliding in and out of the kneeling young girl’s mouth, made a lewd sucking sound as the adult leaned down to watch the little girls cheeks puffing as he pushed his lust-thickened cock between her clasping lips. Below his mask, his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as he rammed it into her helplessly trapped face. It was an exciting picture for those gathered around and witnessing the nasty action, the subserviently kneeling girl’s helpless face being held tightly between his two huge hands while his saliva-glistening penis fucked its way in and out between her straining red lips, causing her to groan in submission. Then he looked up and made a signal with his head to an attendant whom had come up unseen by Jenny, to her rear.
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