The swollen head of his dick bumped her lips and she recoiled. He kept on, pushing it into her face, against her lips. With a whimper she let it between them, allowing the stiff meat to shove into her mouth. Lucas moaned wildly as the hot hole enveloped him.
“Oh God, yes,” He exhaled. “Yes, suck on it now, my child.”
“Nnnn-mmm.” She mumbled around his cock, starting to suck him like a lolly. The feeling was fantastic. He rocked back and forth, his cock moving between the tight lips. His cockhead was rubbing on her tongue, which licked at it curiously. Jesus, he could feel his balls tightening already. He had gotten very excited feeling up the young body and was having trouble keeping control.
Lucas pulled his cock out of her mouth and clenched his muscles, just holding back orgasm. A drip of pre-cum welled up and dropped onto her tits.
“Father, are you okay?”
“Yes,” He croaked. “Just fine.”
“You’re all red. Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” He straightened up, control returning. “Now, lie down on the floor.”
“Lie down?”
“Yes, on your stomach. Yes, that’s right. Now I’ll just move you a bit.”
Madison felt weird lying on her stomach on the carpet, completely nude. She gasped as the priest’s hands took hold of her hips and pulled up, lifting her butt up off the ground. Now she was lying with her legs together, thighs and stomach up and her ass up in the air.
“Very good,” He said above her. “Now stay still.”
“What are you doing?”
“Just what’s in the Bible.” He answered. She felt him climbing over her feet on his knees, until he was kneeling behind her butt with his knees outside her legs. Then she felt something more concerning – the hot stiffness of the penis pressing against her vagina’s entrance.
“Ooh! Father what are you doing?”
“Oh yes, oh God yes.” Was all he said. She was about to ask again when she felt the hard thing insert itself into her hole and keep going, forcing itself into the tight passage. There was a sharp pain as she felt something give way inside and the penis sink deep into her.
“Oh!” She squealed. “Oh! Ooooo!”
The priest’s hands were roughly gripping her hips and she felt him pushing and pulling, his thighs slapping her buttocks, the hot and hard tube of the penis pistoning into her. The pain has mostly subsided but she still squealed and moaned at the strangeness of the sensations. Father Bland was moaning too, crying out what sounded like prayers, his thrusting seemingly getting faster and harder.
“Oh yes!” He cried and she felt the penis leave her, her vagina feeling stretched and sore. He was still crying out and she felt something hot splatter over her buttocks and back. Several squirts of the warm fluid sprayed over her before his shouts quieted and she felt him slapping the penis against her buttock.
“Father? Are you okay?”
“Yes my child,” He said, a smile in his voice. “You can sit up now.”
Madison sat up on the carpet, feeling a strange ache in her passage. This had been a very weird morning. Father Bland was slumped against his desk on the floor, grinning broadly, his penis hanging wet between his bare legs. She could feel the thick goo trickling down her back. She reached back and scooped some onto her finger, inspecting the yellowish-white ooze.
“What is this?” She asked.
“It’s my cum,” He laughed. “It came out of my penis.”
“Oh. Why?”
“Because I had a lot of fun, Madison. And I’m sure your father will too. So listen to me, and we’ll soon have you and your Daddy hanging out all the time. All you need is practice.”
***
Burt Cudgeon was a wide, stocky man – he gave the impression of being big even though he was no taller than his daughter Madison. His face was rough and weather-beaten, his hands more so, a legacy of his success in construction. He looked strange in his expensive clean house, in fact he much preferred the large cluttered shed out the back. He had built it very large, bigger than any room in the house, so it could be a place for him to escape from his religious wife and his coddled, brain-washed daughter. It also doubled as a games room where his friends could play cards and drink and swear all they liked.
Tonight was such an occasion, Burt and his three best friends sat around the table, eying each other over their hands. They were all similar men: strong, middle-aged, their hands calloused and stained. Frank ran an auto repair business, Jack was in charge of a concreting firm, and Victor had a successful little business in boiler-making. They were a classic breed of men, with no need for men’s fragrances or man-bags, and each had worn a suit on their wedding day and never again.
Frank shifted in his chair. “You gonna do something, Jack?”
“Yeah, your mother.” Jack shot back amiably.
“You better take a shovel, fuckhole.” Frank replied, just as easily, to general chortling.
“Just put somethin’ down, Jackie,” Victor said, his voice tinged with a pleasing Serbian accent. “You gonna lose anyway.”
“Shit.” Jack muttered and slapped down a card. The others laughed when they saw it was the queen of spades. Jack swept the cards to his side of the table and eyed the others malevolently.
“Told you.” Victor jeered.
“Just ain’t your night, my friend.” Burt soothed. He hadn’t done too well so far himself. Oh well, his luck was bound to change soon.
There was a knock on the shed door. The men all glanced at each other. No-one had ever knocked on that door. There was a tacit understanding in the Cudgeon family that the shed was Burt-only territory.
“The fuck?” Burt muttered, turning in his chair. “Who’s there?!”
There was no answer apart from another, more insistent knock.
“This better be good.” He hauled himself up and stomped over to the door. He unlatched it and pulled it open angrily. Then his mouth fell open.
Standing outside the door was an amazing sight. She was a few inches taller than him, though the red stiletto heels she wore might be responsible for that. Her firm, curvy body was packaged in a skin-tight red dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her big breasts were almost shrink-wrapped by it. Her hair was long and black. Her eyes were hidden behind sexy red-framed shades, her face well made-up with blood red lipstick.
“Wuh?” He uttered. He hadn’t seen anything like this for a long time.
The girl smiled at him and slipped past him into the shed. The others sat bolt upright as they saw the gorgeous figure sashaying towards them.
“Hullo, boys,” The girl called, in a strange accent. “Who’s ready to party?”
“What’s this?” Victor asked, grinning.
“I’m looking for a party and I heard you boys were party guys.” She declared, hands on hips, her huge chest pushed out towards them.
“Is that so?” Burt said, regaining composure. He shut the door. “Who told you that?”
“Just a friend,” She said coyly. “He told me not to tell.”
“Must be Carl,” Frank opined. “He still owes Burt from fixing up his boy’s house.”