Selecting a Chaperone

'Me too sister,' Syncletia said, 'sorry to spoil the party, but I need to take one of these studs. Any suggestions?'

Felecia pointedly looked over her shoulder and eyed the four massively hard, horizontally protruding monstercocks that stuck out from the groins of each of the templars.

'A *hard* choice as you can see, sister Syncletia' she said, 'all of the brothers are equally devout. You won't be disappointed, whoever you choose.'

Syncletia placed her index finger on her cheek, thinking.

'Perhaps I should give them a *special* challenge. To sort the wheat from the chaff.'

'Be my guest,' Felecia said, 'but if you'll excuse me, my throat is feeling a little empty...'

So saying, Felecia slipped past Syncletia, grinned whoreishly at the Captain and immediately impaled her entire face on the stud's giant hog. GLURK-GLURKING as her throat accepted the enormous prong the whore nun settled on her haunches in front of the burly commander of the Templars and happily sucked the girthy tube.

Syncletia turned to the Templars.

'Ahem,' she said, over the noisily blowjob sounds behind her, addressing the Templars, 'I'm in need of a stud to accompany me into the wilderness. It's going to be *long*, It's going to be *hot*, and it's going to be *hard*. And I'm going to need constant dick, if that wasn't already clear, so you need to be able to keep up with me. Any volunteers?'

The Templars must all have heard of Syncletia, because the four erect, monstrous, edged-to-near-completion fuck missiles all instantly released fizzing gouts of precum that projected all the way up to the vaulted ceiling of the chapterhouse, shooting through shafts of sunlight, one hitting the ceiling, one splattering against a pane of stained glass, and one smashing through a pane of glass and presumably going into orbit.

Syncletia waited for tinkle of the broken glass to subside in the echoey room before continuing. She put her hands on her hips.

'I'm gonna make each of you cum. Whoever lasts longest gets to ride me around the wasteland for a week.'

The stacked nun whore put her foot on the first, pre-cum slick step of the dais and approached the first templar. The templars inhumanly-sized appendage wagged up and down expectantly at her as she faced it down.

Syncletia's mouth opened, fully, eyes wide.

'THAT THING IS FUCKING HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGEEEEE!!!!!'

It really was. The first Templar's cock, levering up and down under the pressure of its intense hardness, dripping precum like a tap, would have sured the forearm task by some distance. It was incredibly long, with a tributary of raised veins all over the smooth surface and it was enormously swollen and thick, pulsing dangerously as it kicked up and down.

'The Templars are all exactly eighteen inches,' put in the Captain as Sister Felicia continued slurping his pole, sending him to heaven, 'neither an inch more or less. They're chosen for their reliability that way. And they're sexual athletes fit to protect divinity, Syncletia. Even though Felecia here has them nice and edged, even you may struggle to get them off qui-'

----'TITTYFUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Syncletia exclaimed the word so that it reverberated around the vaulted ceiling of the hall, and before the Captain had even managed to finish his sentence, the stacked bra-busting hardbody nun slut had hefted her massive, round, huge fuck jugs up in either hand, planted them with a wet THOKKK sound either side of the Templar's raging boner, enveloping the fat fuck lance almost completely in the smooth, glossy, honey-tanned flesh torpedoes, and issued a single sinuous pump of her torso, whereupon the tortured fuck stick had simply instantly exploded in a torrential spray of pent-up sticky white spunk.

'YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!' Syncletia cried as her face and tits were obliterated by the creamy cum cannonade that spewed all over her bimbo bombshell body, the hot spunk absolutely splattering into her face like a sticky tropical hailstorm and plastering her features, coating her eyes, forehead, cheeks, mouth, nose, spilling off her chin and spattering all over her PVC wimple. Her immense cans were spectacularly doused by the steaming emissions of loin syrup, the pair of tanned globes plastered white by the Templar's jizz.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'

The Templar howled like he had been defeated in battle. His legs gave away and he sagged, manacles clinking together behind him as he crumpled against the column, his instantly deflated and lolling cock spasming on the step of the dais in front of him like a fish flipping on land.

Syncletia looked over her shoulder at the Captain and raised a cum-flecked eyebrow.

'You were saying?'

The Captain offered no comment, but that was possibly because Felecia was making an ostentatious display by showing him just how far she had managed to lodge his cockend into her cheek.

Syncletia turned to the next Templar, whose cock was almost vibrating with expectation, precum sloshing out of it.

'Let me treat you to a hole, stud,' Syncletia drawled seductively, 'I've been aching to have my pussy filled all morning...'

So saying, Syncletia lifted up her leg with elegant poise, all the way up, so that the calf of her vinyl boot-clad leg was all the way up on the Templar's shoulder, splitting her stance. Eye-fucking the Templar, the porno nun slut found the end of the soldier of Christ's rigid, steely member with her gloved hand and guided it to her soaking pussy. Stoking the meaty, gleaming head up against her silken, sopping labia, Syncletia grinned and popped the massive bell-end into her twat, the massive appendage making her cunt lips bulge around it.

'OOOooooOOOOyeah...' Syncletia said, as her greedy cunt swallowed up inch after inch of the enormous fuck tool, sliding her hips forwards to swallow the girthy cuntbreaking length into her pussy, 'now that's much better...'

The fiendish nun perhaps spoke slightly too soon, as the templar began to tremble uncontrollably, his whole muscularly ripped body riven with almost catatonic convulsions as Syncletia massaged his pole with her sweetly grasping slit.

'God Forgive Me!!!!!!!' screamed the Templar, hurling the epithet to the ceiling as he surrendered his load, Syncletia only having got so far as having her perfect bimbo body pressed against him, her massive, cum-dripping boobs planted against his chest, as he spunked his fattest load ever deep inside her elastic quim.

'Ooooopppsss...' Syncletia said, biting her lip in comion as she was filled up with sticky cum, slowly and deliberately extracting herself from her coning with the Templar, the membrane of her pussy stretching as she squelchingly pulled herself off the monumental man-hammer and over a pint of thick white spunk slopped out from between her legs.

The Templar also collapsed, his limp body only suspended by his manacled hands. Syncletia moved onto a third.