"You think you can give me one of those Twin Twisters?" Jim said eying the two towers.
"Why certainly!" The scout with two dicks replied. Her tattoo sleeve was patterned with a ring of two penises wrapping around her forearm. The Double-Dick merit tattoo. Her other arm had a small badge depicting two well filled holes. The Double-Penetration merit badge. "I'm Tiffany. My friends call me Stiff Tiff."
Jim ate the cookie and felt a bit strange. The skin of his several foot pole shuddered and stretched wide until it seemed to hold two shafts. With a pop, the penises separated. Each bobbed enthusiastically.
The two scouts each had their own toy. Elena took hold of Tiff's left shaft and Jim's right. Jim took hold of Tiff's right shaft and Tiff his left. Tiff's free hand snaked to Elena's swollen mound as the mutual masturbation took place. Jim was about twice as big as Tiffany in almost every way, so the girls had trouble containing enough of him with one hand each. The dual stimulation made up for their small hands, and soon Jim and Tiffany were sputtering white spray from two taps each. Elena came easily at the display.
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A contractor had been contacted. While the scene before had seen much news coverage, the worshipers were still largely unknown and the clearing Sharon had been moved to was cleverly concealed. But several of the girls knew of those with the required skills and the required reverence. Soon blocks of marble were found at a nearby quarry and designs were drawn up for the temple.
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Sharon took in the sights of the events in front of her. She had a team of nearly thirty young women making preparations to build her a temple! Jim was having his fun, and she was sure she would have hers. Being a Goddess was a dream come true.
Several of the Cockadoo's were present as well. A girl with four breasts gleefully had her top off and was helping with planning. Another was as tall as the others were short and brought Sharon offerings of food and drink. Another one looked like she would fall to her butt any minute carrying that big pregnant belly. Which got Sharon to thinking... she would need generations of followers not just this measly bunch. Her own divine cum was certain to produce some amazing offspring, but they would be priests and scions ruling over the masses. No, she needed another source to propel her reign.
Mon Oct 26 18:14:09 2009