The games we play (futa/F, underage) WARNING: Religious blasphemy

Story by lustepic

Warning: Contains blasphemy of religious imagery and underage children engaging in sexual acts. In other words: this is meant for adult perverts and not for underage children.

This is a story about the adventures and games Andrea and Antonia – the futa children of Laverne and Sarah from “Somebody to Love” story – play at St. Ursula’s Catholic School for Girls.

Note: Pray hard that the spelling errors don’t trip you on your righteous journey to the story’s end, and be wary of the grammar trying to lead you astray as this haven't been proofread by anyone competent in English language.

Two young girls are lying on their beds in a room in the old dormitory at St. Ursula’s Catholic Boarding School for Girls, readying themselves for a good nights sleep.

Wait a moment, let us look closer, that’s not something a girl has …

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“This is so … booooring!!!”

Andrea snarled in her frustration. She was trying to get off by jerking her tumescent girlcock, which was leaking precum from the tip, high above its base of origin. With her small hands Andrea couldn’t reach around the rigid, massive and veiny phallus rising nearly to foot and half’s height from the eight-year-old’s groin. The huge phallus had an angry purple hue at the throbbing head, the veins that pumped blood pulsing strongly along its length and girth keeping its muscles steel hard. She and Antonia couldn’t even properly suck their girlcocks anymore, the size having grown tremendously during the year they had played the game with Paloma and other maids. It truly was a third leg by its size, and would have been that in an adult, never mind eight-year-old Andrea.

The whole attempt to get off by her own hands was a dubious effort at best as for the past year Andrea, together with Antonia, had gotten used to play “the game” with all the maids in the Lopez mansion, including Juanita, the head matron. The game had been afoot every single day and on most days it had been played several times to earth shattering climax for the maids participating in it. Paloma had promised new and even more interesting ways to play the game before her leave of absence due to giving birth. Pity that mother had already sent them away before her return.

Why had mother sent them to this school, where there were no maids with whom she and Antonia could play and find a release for straining balls? It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide their secret after a month without a good game session. Even with the help of the school uniform, which had a long skirt that every grade was required to wear it would be soon impossible to hide their secrets. If Andrea didn’t get her balls emptied properly, and soon, her and Antonia’s girlcock’s would be revealed. Not having to join in PE would not help if under her skirt was a huge pole lifting it up as soon as she saw one of the teachers or older students. Leather straps binding her girlcock to the leg were already showing signs of ripping, the harness being under heavy stress, the stress only increasing every day. Anyway, the straps forced her to walk funnily same as Antonia.

Antonia was humping her own girlcock between two pillows in her own attempt to empty her huge balls straining under pressure. “I miss Paloma.” Antonia reminisced aloud wishfully, eyes misted and unfocused in an exertion to recall every detail of Paloma’s body and sensations it had evoked so many times in her girlcock with its tight holes hotness and moistness to help her get off. Antonia’s girlcock’s size being same as Andrea’s, the huge head peaked between the pillows, dripping precum on the bed whenever she pressed her groin forward to rub it between thoroughly semen soaked pillows. Lamenting and pining for release, Antonia bawled her frustration. “This doesn’t feel at all like Paloma’s insides or mouth, not even like between her boobs. I want to go back home and play with her again.”

“I miss everyone, not only Paloma.” Andrea muttered between gritted teeth. The pressure in her balls and mind was exasperating. Either she found a relief for them somehow, now, or she would go and find a teacher or an older student, forcing herself on the first one to cross her path, breaking the promise to Aunt Laverne never to impose people with her strength. Aunt Laverne had been the only one in the Lopez mansion who was stronger than Andrea or Antonia; even together they hadn’t been able to overpower her when they had tried. It had been easier to overpower the horses than Aunt Laverne.

Andrea and Antonia weren’t twins, but having slept and played together all their lives they might as well have been, knowing each other’s minds completely. Antonia had always been Paloma’s favorite while Andrea had been Juanita&#8

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