We were supposed to stay pure, to never let a man or a cock fuck us. I wouldn't even let Xera touch me when she sprouted her cock just to be safe.But ...ow I had one in me. It was amazing.My legs wrapped around Angela's hips. I pulled her into me. My body bucked beneath her. Angela's face twisted with pleasure. Her red hair fell about us. Angela's pillowy tits pressed into my smaller breasts.“Oh, you love my cock, slut,” hissed the karabasan. “You're my whore.”“Yes, Mistress.”“Master!” Angela. While Chanel and I chattered away to each other I got a beep on my phone from Amy who said to keep Monday free as there was a very special party that we would be going too. The night was still quite young so Chanel popped off down and got us a video to watch, it was one of those real girlie movies 'Two Guys and a Girl' but it was good to just relax on a Sunday night and watch some good clean eye candy.The next day I woke up and Amy had come over, I knew that she had sent me a beep but expected. Again, Portia knew they were talking about her, and a hard feeling formed in the pit of her stomach, though she could not imagine what it could be. Father Marlowe paused for only a fraction of a second. Of course, my lady, he said. He went to Portia. She stood face to face with the priest, and his eyes looked sad. Portia had no idea what was expected of her. He patted her hand once, reassuring her, and then he turned away and, to her horror, removed his mask, dropping it. Then he shed his robe. Then I started licking her down there and she came with a rush, spilling some of her liquids on my face. I stretched her legs; she then wrapped her legs around me and with her legs she started applying pressure on my rear to enter her. I thrust myself inside her and I could hear her moan and then shout as her hymen broke. Her blood came out in a rush and I withdrew out of her vagina with blood on my dick. We both went and washed ourselves and then continued the act. I went inside Sheetal in.