On salted cheek

Chastity gasped and spluttered, as a new, salty flavour suddenly filled her mouth. Inadvertently releasing the very thing that was producing such. It sprung loose from her lips and swung, spurting in the air above. Strings of hot, sticky substance rained down upon her face from the flailing end of it, splashing across her cheeks, hair and forehead. She recognised the feel of a further puddle of it upon her tongue, and nearly gagged with the overbearing taste that shot straight to the back of her throat.

Instinctively, she made to wipe herself clean of this nose-rankling expulsion she was drenched in, but came up short at the sudden, sharp cry of "No!" from Father. There was an edge to his voice there that hadn't been present before… and an aura of command that she would have struggled to ignore.

His voice softened again almost immediately though, speaking as though her mistake was understandable and forgivable.

"That is your reward, child… the Lord's seed that can only be planted by man… You should wear it as a badge of honor! Or contain it within your holy body… 'Each drop is a precious pearl from the heavens, never to be wasted.'"

The man's smile was sympathetic and embracing. The girl could almost feel the proud warmth that radiated off of him at her oral achievement. It somehow made her want to even hold out her white-stained tongue to him for further praising judgement.

"I know the flavor can be an… acquired taste, for one as young as you. But, know that this too, is part of growing up. We all must change our palates as time takes its weary toll… You shall have plenty of practice among our brothers, I'm sure."

Chastity gulped back the slimy gift she had been given, forcing herself to swallow it down. As an acidic rush came back in reply, she was not sure she would ever be able to get used to a flavor so strong… but if that was what it meant to be an adult…

Over to the side, her mother had clearly already received her first dowsing of such rewards. A trickle of it dribbled down from the corner of her mouth, and several other trails wound their way across her hair and skin. Yet, she was already in the process of earning more. Using her hands to squeeze the large, soft shapes of her breasts together, she had the shaft of one of the Brothers pinned between them. This he was thrusting in and out of that provided canyon with grunting enthusiasm. While Mother herself cooed in delight at the appearing and disappearing magic trick of its bulbous, purple head. Several more figure still waited patiently around her, watching and stroking themselves with avid interest as she smiled up at them in gleeful encouragement.

Suddenly, Chastity found her own personal space invaded once more as another penis alerted her to its presence only by immediately spraying another barrage of gooey whiteness across her kneeling form. She was shocked that the Brother had crept up on her with so little hint or warning, but soon realised he was by no means the only one. A crowd had swiftly gathered, of swaying cocks at her head height… each one aimed and pointing toward her. The teen looked around for Father, and the reassurance of his words over how she should react. Only he seemed to have disappeared, leaving her with only the crowding press of bodies and their strange and identical masks.

Tentatively… she reached out and clasped her fingers around another cock.