Kylie Hayward
"Thanks," I said as my Uber dropped me off at First Baptist.
"Sure," the Black woman said. She had crazy nails and curly black hair. I could tell she was no virgin. Maybe she would be good for Nancy. "Have fun at church."
"I will," I said. "I hope to find a few virgins."
"That's definitely the place." She laughed. "So long, cutie."
I climbed out and gave her a tip. I wasn't sure who was paying for it since I hadn't given any payment information, but the app just worked. I suppose it was being charged to the Hayward estate. My family was rich, so an Uber ride was no big deal.
I headed to the front door of First Baptist. There was supposed to be a young women's group meeting, so there had to be a few virgins here. Maybe even six of them. Then I could hand out all the white garters that I had in my case I held beneath my arm.
I opened the glass doors and passed through the antechamber into the worship hall. It was pretty empty, but there was a side door open. I could hear talking and giggling from that direction. I headed in that direction, humming.
I slipped through the doors and headed down the hallway to the open room. There was lots of giggling coming from here. I opened the door to find a group of girls hanging out drinking soda from red cups.
"Oh, a new girl," said a blonde girl. She hopped to her feet. "I'm Deidre. Welcome, welcome. We were just about to watch a movie."
"At your bible study?" I asked.
"Bible study's done," she said and looked around at the seven girls that were here. "Right!"
"Yep," said a perky girl with brown hair.
"Well, that is fine," I said, setting my cedar chest down on the table by the 2-liter bottles of soda that were half-drunk. A few empty ones were in the trash can. "I'm here from Hayward manor. I have to do a virginity check. So, drop your panties!"
"Okay, you heard her," the blonde said. She was clearly in charge here. She reached beneath the skirt she wore and rolled down a pair of lacy, pink panties. "Get them off!"
"You the preacher's daughter or something?" I asked.
"I am." She beamed. "I'm Deidre."
"Nice," I said as the other six girls dropped their panties.
There were three more White girls, a Black girl, a Hispanic girl, and an Indian girl. She had red-brown skin and looked super graceful. They all worked off their panties. Some had to drop their jeans, showing off their trimmed bushes. Others had to just reach down beneath their skirts.
They had a variety of panties. One girl with black hair had a thong. And a shaved bush. So not a virgin. What a shame. The other girls had a mix of plain panties with some racier cuts. They were all a little older than me, twenty or twenty-one, but that was okay. I'd take a sexy forty-year-old if she had a hymen.
I shoved my hand between Deidre's thighs and slid up her legs. She trembled as I found her shaved pussy. I arched an eyebrow at that and slid my fingers through her folds and found her opening. I plunged in two fingers.
"Yes," she whimpered as I sank into her hot, juicy, and non-virgin depths.
"Oh, wow, the preacher's daughter isn't a virgin," I gasped.
"Nope." There was this mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She was a little slut. I ripped my fingers out of her cunt, shaking my head in disappointment. The preacher's daughter? Ugh. Maybe I should text Aunt Nancy to swing on by.
She could spank this little hussy and give her an orange garter. She was not white garter material.
I moved to the next girl. She had black hair and a smile, her bush nice and thick. I pushed my fingers through her curls and rubbed at her slit. It was tight. Good sign. I wiggled a finger in and immediately felt a hymen.
"Ooh, virgin!" I said. "Who are you?"
"Zeta," she said.
"Well, Zeta, go stand over there. I'll be with you in a moment!"
She smiled and moved over. She had rather large boobs. Her baggy shirt didn't quite hide the size. She was busty like... Virginia. Ugh, it was sucky that my second little sister had the biggest breasts yet.
I checked Daffodil, and she wasn't a virgin. Nor was Lana or Pita. I shook my head. What sort of church was this? Why were all these girls giving up their cherry? I had no idea that church girls could be such naughty whores.
What happened to saving themselves for marriage? Huh?
Luckily, Rashimi, the sexy Indian girl who had a nice, trimmed bush was also a virgin. I slid my fingers through her curls and found a hymen. She looked so happy as she headed out to join Zeta. The two were beaming at each other while the last girl, Ursula, was another disappointment.
"Only two," I muttered as I opened up my box. I pulled out two white garters. "I thought I might find all of you here! Maybe I should try the nunnery!"
Zeta wrinkled her nose. "Not with the papist. There are no good girls there."
"Not many good girls here," I said as I came up to Zeta and Rashimi. "But you two are. Congrats. You're going to be Hayward Maids and serve my illustrious family! Isn't that amazing!"
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