By the end of 8th grade, I was enjoying both my earthly and spiritual fathers in very sexual ways. So much more to cum…
Having been accepted to the beautiful all girls’ prep boarding school, I had the summer to visit the campus and attend the orientation with my mom. She was so excited; it was like she was re-living those years for herself as well. It was less than a two-hour drive away, so I could come home on the weekends if I chose. Still, I would need to adjust to having a roommate and a number of structures not at home. I couldn’t see them being problematic; I chose that school. What I would also have to adjust to was not having time with Father Patrick or much with Dad. Once Dad had my virginity, he released me to Father Patrick for sharing. Father Patrick was fucking me in his office before school at least three times a week, increasingly larger butt plugs in me, with the addition of a male student one year younger than me. The seventh grader was going to need a letter for a school as well. His “tasks” were about sucking and licking the priest’s cum from my messy pussy after. The plug stayed in the entire day at school. The boy was expected to watch us, and as a special reward I sucked his small throbbing cock. Puberty hadn’t looked at him much, but he was still thrilled regardless. I saw myself as a guide to his training for later. One evening that summer before high school, we had Father Patrick over for dinner. It was intended as a celebration of the end of a chapter in my life, a bittersweet way of recognizing the changes and how going away meant I certainly wouldn’t be doing tasks for the priest any longer. He already had two other students doing tasks anyway. After a light meal of grilled kebobs and veggies, the three adults casually moved to the living room and asked me to join them in the conversation. It instantly focused on me and what would make me happy. Mom brought up the video they played me a few months earlier. It had inspired me to follow her example. It also included her own dad taking her anal cherry and later her riding a priest with her pussy while her father reamed her ass. How would I feel about going to that extent? Was I comfortable with it?
Comfortable? I wanted it ever since I saw Mom doing it. I figured Dad and I would eventually get there, but I hadn’t fixated on the priest for me being Father Patrick. It did occur to me that the butt plugs were frequent and definitely getting larger. Had they been communicating about this?
Yes, they had.
I had found the plugs arousing. Thinking about the priest fucking me while they were in me brough the familiar warmth in my crotch. I could feel my panties getting soaked. My nipples hardened.
“We didn’t give you any warning, so you haven’t had time to consider it for here and now. At the same time, Father Patrick tells us you have enjoyed the added area of penetration. We promise to go gently if you’d like to try it tonight as a meaningful way to move on this fall, leaving parts of your life behind.”
Mom had her phone out, ready for the best angles.
Like the video with Mom, I straddled the priest sitting in an overstuffed chair. The wet lacy panties were off. So was everything else. I knelt across him, my cunt lips ready as my thighs spread over him. Like always, his cock was pulsating and becoming purple. I slowly rubbed it in my juices and lowered myself onto him. He placed his hands around my rib cage, and I leaned into him. Dad covered his rock hardness in lube and squeezed the bottle over my ass crack. As it ran down, drizzling into every crevice, Dad slid his own tip up and down my ass slit. It stretched me more than any butt plug. Dad was slow, though, and the pain was just enough to excite me. Both men alternated their rhythms, and I could have gone hours like that. But they couldn’t. Mom did a great job of capturing their cum running out of me. Dad was wearing a condom, so that helped a little with the clean-up. After Father Patrick left and showers were had, my parents sat with me on my bed as I settled in for sleep. They were so glad that I had liked my anal adventure. It left more open now for dildos and vibrators.
My older twin brothers, Andrew and James, were going into the 11th grade at their prestigious military academy. Both wanted to be home for more of summer, but they were also involved in their own extracurricular clubs. They were on Academic League and reading extra for the Advanced prep classes they would take in History, English, and Calculus. When they did make it home the last week of July and the first of August, they were noticeably taller and tanner with broader shoulders. They had a fitness routine they followed to stay in shape for their sports, even though they didn’t happen until spring. Andrew was on the swim team, and James played water polo. I flung my arms around them, and each embraced me while twirling me in a circle. They commented on my longer blond hair. The braces were off. I was tanner and taller, too. In my shorts and tank top with spaghetti straps, they noticed my legs were now shaved (I usually wore jeans, so they hadn’t realized), and my chest was definitely larger (they had the taste and sense not to say anything, but Andrew had a bulge in his pants after we hugged). Oh no. I hadn’t planned on this. I was now no longer free of impure thoughts. Being with Dad and Father Patrick had eradicated the sinful ideas I had about them, but the familiar guilt crept in as I realized I liked the idea of my older brother’s erection when he saw and felt the swell of my breasts as we hugged.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the hardness in my brother’s pants and how both 16-year-olds were more like men than the boys who went away when they were my age. I immediately went to Dad. I don’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I was still surprised. He didn’t want me plagued with guilt over something he and Mom had introduced me to, and I had performed so well to assure my academic success. It was only natural my body would respond. He gave me his blessing to do as I saw fit — as long as I didn’t forget about him. During the school year I would see more of him on the weekends than my brothers would, so I wouldn’t feel torn between them and Dad. At the same time, I didn’t even know if either brother had a girlfriend or was seeing someone. I didn’t think so; they were busy with their studies. Mom actually told me James was seeing a student who attended a school across the road from his school, and they were just seeing where it went. So that meant Andrew – and the hard snake in his jeans – were available if I managed to convince him to consider something many people find repulsive. After he and James swam laps in our pool the next evening, I descended the stairs in the shallow end. It was dark shortly, and we only had a few lights on the patio dimly castling shadows. Of the twins, Andrew preferred science classes over history, so I asked him I could talk to him about the options they gave students at my school for 9th grade, for either Physics or Biology. Our home was on the side of a mountain with a drop off to canyon instead of a neighbor’s yard. I made sure everyone else was either at the side of the house that didn’t see the pool or out. Still, I talked softly. I immediately confessed that I had a pretense. I asked him to promise not to tell anyone, and I was sincerely crying at that point. I reminded him of the pressures we had all been under as kids in our household to excel above and beyond. I told him about the letter I needed, the “tasks” to earn that letter, and worse than anything – so much worse – was how I had enjoyed it and that the guilt about impure thoughts had gone away. I told him how Mom had been expected to do the same, so of course she was fine with it. I told him about the video, how our “earthly fathers” were part of it. And now, I was so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was having impure thoughts about HIM. This was bringing the guilt back, and I would do whatever he wanted me to do. We could pretend this conversation never happened and I would have to just deal with the remorse over my images of him that were filthy. Andrew spoke softly, his eyes looking into the water.
“You’ve been our parents’ dream. You’ve done nothing wrong except to try to please them. I don’t want you to have to live with all that. Basically, what was the solution to your impure thoughts about Father Patrick and Dad?”
“They fucked me.”
“Well then, I’m getting impure thoughts myself. I think you’ll have to help me with this. You know my only experience has been what I saw in magazines.” He leaned into me and kissed me. Quietly. I climbed on top of him as he continued sitting on the steps. Our waists up were above the water, under I put my hand inside his trunks. He DID have impure thoughts, and I gladly slid my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing. He moaned softly. He put his hand inside my bikini bottoms; I guided his finger to my aching slit. I climbed on top of him and began carefully riding him. The cement step was rough on my knees, and he stopped me. True to his scientific nature, he said, “Cum is sperm. It’s protein. It will stick to the sides of the pool. It will take forever to clean.”
We went to the outdoor shower, where I stood on cushions with my back to him. I leaned over with legs spread and took his cock to my pussy lips from behind. He pounded me. He twisted my ponytail and yanked on it. He kissed my neck and shoulders after he came. The shower was a convenient way to wash the product of our sin away.
“Now that you’ve shared the wrongness of your ways and I was clearly susceptible to them myself, I’m afraid I may need more cleansing.”
“Me, too. I think it’s something I may need help with for a long time. I can feel my pussy getting wet, thinking about what we just did.”
We didn’t have much summer left to explore options for erasing our guilt, but we made the best of it. I now had access to two cocks and an expanding video collection…
Continued Part 3
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