The onanites' resolve is tested

Syncletia stuck her tongue out reflexively as she looked down, directing her gaze between the twin mounds of her cleavage that jutted out of her chest and observed the heavy splatter of white, syrupy cum that had gushed out in a thick volley all over her midriff. It was an incredibly thick and heavy load, the pearliest white, incredibly creamy and potent goo that had been stirred into a cloying, heavy consistency from god knows how many weeks – years - of being stirred around the onanite’s ball sack. It stuck where it landed on her thick, defined, slab-like abdominal muscles standing out in a chaotic splatter against the perfect even bronze of the sculpted flesh of her taut striated waist.

‘NNIGNGHGHGNNNNghghgnnnGHGHGHGNNnnnnnGHHHGHGHHHG…’

The onanite was now jerking like a man possessed, administering footlong strokes to a penis so dismorphically inflated it looked like an industrialized peppermill. She could see only the whites of his eyes, the pupils having rolled up into his forehead, and face was contorted into a ridiculous spastic rictus of insane pleasure, his tongue protruding from his mouth and his jaw hanging open in an idiot leer.

'B-bb-bbrotherrr-rr B-b-bb-aathttthhh-oll-' Spirus began.

It wasn't clear to Syncletia what name the master of the onanites was attempting to pronounce, but if it was anything like ‘Bartholomew’ they were going to be there for a long time. Before brother Spiro had even got to the first syllable of the spasming young novice's first name, the gooner’s frenzied jacking of his hypersensitive schlong had loosed another jetting spray of thick, viscous white discharge that sprayed out of the rock hard, veiny dong and creamed Syncletia all over her pussy.

The bimbo nun couldn't help gasping as the fat wad smacked into her creamy honeypot.

The bimbo nun's face went pink with arousal, her wet lips quivering with barely-checked lust. "S-S-Sister F-F-F-F-F..." stammered the Master Onanist, voice trailing off as he struggled to contain himself. "I s-s-s-s-s-s-see you've met -bb-bbb-Brotherrr Bbbarrth-hhllllycus" Spyro stuttered, "eh... I'll introduce you to the other goonpigs at the propper time..."

"I'm sure I'll meet them soon enough if that’s how they like to say hello," Syncletia purred thickly, her eyes scanning the ranks of naked, jerking pigbrothers.

‘’I ww-wondered www-wwhe-ttherr y-yourr prescence here was going to c-c-c-ause p-ppp-pp—pproblems…’ Spyro mused, completely helpless at the sight of the stacked blonde's jiggling chest and cum-splattered abdomen.

Barthyllycus whole body was frozen in an orgasmic rictus of pure pleasure. His hands were a blur on his bucking footlong convulsing shaft.

‘NNNNHGHGHNNHGHGGHGHhhhhghghghghghhghghghgGGHGHGHGHNNNNNNGHGhghgh!!!’

Months of sustained bateworship were being surrendered in a colossal drenching plume of thick semen that was being sprayed in thick gushes all over Syncletia.

‘YEEEESSSSSS Piggie!’ Syncletia cried as the flashing ribbon of cum pasted itself up the full length of her face, from her chin right up into her hair. After this a fourth rope of cum burst forth explosively from the onanite’s gaping pisshole, this one pasting itself in a splatter over her right cheek.

‘Fucking getting glazed here!’

Spyro was conflicted, tutting at the onanite’s lack of resolve as his over-sexed charge displayed his lack of religious discipline, but at the same time his monster cock leaking thicker gouts of precum that had real projection as they splattered out of his trussed up cock. The mechanism slowed even further to regulate his worship, and the lower part of the harness pulled at his balls to prevent the possibility of release.

The naked, busty templar felt her pussy start to convulse, her shining, sweat-dappled and muscular, bronzed body starting to tremble and shake as Barthyllycus continued to eject gigantic, volcanic horseloads from his massive schlong, the spasming cum tube painting her tits now with his thick, milky, gluey cum. The onanite ran his hand up and down his giant, pulsing, veiny prong as he pumped his surging prick in 12-inch strokes, twisting as he reached the head each time, groaning through gritted teeth as he moved the spitting tip upwards so that it disgorged more loads all over the tattooed vixen’s face, the spurting ribbons projecting out of his cock and the heavy wads of cum crisscrossing her face in a bizarre pattern that soon clung over her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks in a thick, molten, white film.

‘S-s-such a shame. Hh-hhe hh-had s-ssuch promise…’

Spyro positioned himself so that his raging, tumescent hardon was being mechanically jacked so that its hot, gluey, transparent emissions plastered themselves all over her glossy, spheroid assmeat glutes. He would be very surprised if his young brethren wouldn’t require a spell in the infirmary after this. Barthyllycus was by no means an inexperienced gooner, and he was going to pay the price for releasing such a load so instinctively. He hoped the rest of the onanites could restrain themselves while Syncletia was around.

Meanwhile, Syncletia stuck her fingers between her legs, pumping her pussy with four fingers, which was now absolutely dripping as she frenziedly fingered herself, climaxing as the onanite’s spunk continued to impact in dense, roping sprays down on her gorgeous face, now absolutely pasted, the warm thick cum heavy on her skin, so thick and gluey it barely dripped off, but merely extended in finger-thick ropes from her chin, lips and jawline. Her face was a total mess, a thorough whitewash of milky cum covering every square inch, the heavy gobs now sliding sluggishly down the sides of her face and neck and flowing down her silken, caramel skin.

She stuck her tongue out and twerked her huge, cum-dripping tits at Barthyllycus.

‘Fuck yeah!’

The young onanite stopped jerking abruptly. As a thick rope of cum sluiced out of his pulsing cockend, connecting him to the soupy floor of precom and ejaculate, his eyes rolled back down into his skull.

For a second, his eyes met Syncletia, then he keeled over, pitched over his chair, and landed face-first in the slop.