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A Good Catholic Girl (Mf, incest, cons, pedo, religious-spoof)
by Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
(c) 1999
I guess everything really started this morning, when Mark
decided to go for "seconds" after George did. Well, OK . . .
he . . . WE actually decided the previous night, when he told me
about . . . Only I'm getting ahead of the story. Back to this
morning:
George was almost finished, when I noticed my big brother
standing by the bed, waiting for his "turn" again. This has
gotten to be almost a habit with the 15-year-old in the last few
months. Still, if you think I objected, then you obviously don't
know our family. No way was I going to make my big brother waste
his precious seed on the ground, when I was perfectly healthy and
able to take it inside me. I'm a GOOD girl; and I don't want to
pressure any of my brothers into sin by fucking one, then
refusing to take the other's seed in my womb when he got excited.
As I said, I'm a good girl. The Bible says (I think) "better to
spill it in the belly of a whore, than to waste your seed on the
ground." While I am NOT a whore, I would be one for my brothers,
if necessary. Besides, as Mother pointed out, it's safer this
way . . . especially when I'm right between periods like today.
I worked back at George; tightening my cunny around his
thick prick each time he pulled out, until the teenager suddenly
gave a groan and lurched on top of me; jabbing his spasming penis
to the root in my belly. While I didn't really feel each thick
white gob of baby-juice being forced into my body, I DID get to
feel each pulse of cum though his prick, as it stretched my
cunny-hole each time yet another precious drop of sperm was
injected into my belly.
While not as good as Mark, my middle brother IS quite good.
I held and comforted him, while he jerked and spasmed inside me;
doing his best to plant his seed as far up in my tummy as it
would go. Only when he had left every precious drop of family
seed soaking into my womb where it belonged, did my brother pull
out. We both looked down at the thick white bubble of cum slowly
oozing out of my crack; showing that the boy had done it
properly, and ejaculated his sperm in his sister's belly where it
belonged.
I had barely enough time to appreciate this, when our older
brother was once more climbing on top of me; preparing to give my
tummy yet another squirt of HIS sperm. George didn't mind, now
that he had gotten HIS rocks off inside me. Thankfully, none of
my brothers minds sharing his little sister with the others . . .
as long as HE gets to use my tight little hole as much as he
needs to. I understand SOME girls aren't so lucky.
I've heard of girls whose brothers fight over them, and of
other girls who never DID get to feel ANY of their brothers
blowing thick white baby-juice in their tummies.
(Yes, believe it or not, SOME girls don't fuck their
brothers; and some don't even fuck ANY family members! I
remember hearing of ONE girl who even remained a virgin until she
was 16! I find that hard to believe, myself. On the other hand,
one of my aunts actually started fucking before she was five.
Personally I think that's a little young, don't you?)
1
Well, as I said, I'm a GOOD Catholic girl; and I'm NOT going
to let my brothers sin by wasting their seed. Thank God Mother
told me what a girl needs to do if she doesn't want to have a
baby out of wedlock, yet wants to be a good-girl and not sin by
using birth-control.
I mean, a girl's supposed to have babies by her husband, NOT
her horny big brothers. Oh, occasionally a sexually active girl,
even one like me who did everything right, WAS blessed by having
a child of her own. Still, it was rare, and if she was "doing
her duty" to the family, as least nobody was able to say for sure
who the father was, and blame HIM for debauching his own sister
or daughter. If, during one of these sessions I got lucky and a
baby started growing in my tummy, then the whole family would
know I had been blessed like Mary was, and my parents would take
the child as their own. Still, If I did MY duty properly, Mother
assured me such a chance was rare. (Not that I would MIND having
my big brother's baby . . . Or Dad's or Grandpa's or Uncle Joe's,
either.) Still, a girl can't marry her own brother or father; so
it's best if I save having a baby for my future husband. That's
why I wasn't sorry to see Mark climbing between my legs again,
immediately after George got up and left.
We both gave a sigh of satisfaction as his thick prick slid
home in my belly on a film of his pre-cum, and the thick white
sperm his little brother (The middle boy of the three of my big
brothers) had just finished ejaculating inside me. While Mark
isn't much longer than Georgie, he IS thicker . . . almost as big
around as Dad, even. He also LOOKS like Dad; which is one of the
many reasons I like to fuck him so much. There's something about
fucking your own father and feeling his thick cum filling your
womb, that has to be felt to be believed. I've had a crush on
Dad, ever since the first time Mom had him show us kids how to
have sex without sinning. Before that, we hadn't realized what
chances we were taking with the Devil, by not making sure every
drop of a man's seed went into a woman's belly like it should.
Since then, Father Mike and Sister Margaret have shown me more;
and explained the dangers of improper sex, and the temptations of
the Devil, such as the "pill" and other abominations of birth-
control. To steal the chance from God of His chance of making
life, is almost blasphemy. Thankfully, my brothers and I were
rescued before they got old enough to waste their seed, like I
understand so many Non-Catholics do. Once I fully understood the
duties of a woman to her men, including a sister to her brother,
or a daughter to her mother and father, then I eagerly accepted
them. God didn't make sex feel good for nothing. And, contrary
to these who do NOT believe, God doesn't insist that Catholics
fill the world with their babies either. There ARE such methods
as "rhythm", even for single couples without children yet, and
methods such as our family uses, for those who DO already have
children. Only NO method should ever steal God's prerogative of
giving children to those He needed to carry on His plans. There
should ALWAYS be at least some chance the man would get the woman
pregnant. ("Or boy get the girl," I giggled to myself, as I
humped back at my big brother; striving mightily to get the older
teenager to squirt his thick white baby-making seed in my womb.)
2
Just the THOUGHT that this time we might get lucky, and God
might bless us with a child of our own, was usually enough to
make me come like Gangbusters around whichever thick family prick
happened to be belching my unprotected womb full of sperm. God,
I'm glad my parents taught me the RIGHT way for a girl to have
sex. This way, with me getting all three brothers, my father,
grandfather, and sometimes even my horny uncle to fuck me two or
three times a day, Mom doesn't have to worry about Dad doing
without, or her cheating him of feeling his thick white cum
squirting into a fertile young womb like a man is supposed to.
And we all know I'm fertile, as my period has been regular as
clockwork; with the last one not quite two weeks ago. So we all
knew I was about as fertile as I could get.
That's why Mom is so strict with the boys during this time.
Now normally I don't think about all this stuff in the
mornings . . . I just fuck. Only this was a Sunday; and the
things that followed just emphasized the difference between those
people who dedicate their lives to God, like we do, and those
poor unbelievers out there who suffer under Satan's control.
No, I wasn't really thinking about the way I was helping
Mom, Dad, or doing God's will this morning; though they were
always there in the back of my mind. Mostly I was just a madly
humping horny little slut; trying madly to get her big brother to
cum in her squeezing little pussy for the second time that
morning. It was only the fact that I already had over 7 or 8
orgasms earlier, with Mark, George, and Jeff each pumping sticky
gobs of their thick white baby-juice in my tummy, that I didn't
manage it this time. It STILL felt very good to me anyway, when
Mark suddenly thrust his swollen prick to the root in my belly,
and began filling it with surge after thick white surge of
incestuous sperm. Good? It felt terrific! While I didn't cum,
I really DID enjoy the thick bulges of my brother's penis, as it
rippled and spat what felt like gallons of creamy stuff inside
me. In all reality, it was probably only a teaspoon or so, but
it sure felt like a lot more. God, was that good.
Afterwards, Mark and I cuddled up together for a few
minutes; as neither of the other two boys seemed interested in
seconds (or thirds, in George's case).
Only Mom's call to breakfast made us finally pull apart.
"Thanks, Big Brother," I murmured; kissing him on the nose.
"Thank YOU, Little Sister," he returned; kissing me properly
on the open mouth, like a brother is SUPPOSED to kiss his little
sister.
The feel of my big brother's tongue licking the inside of my
mouth had my cunny clamping and squeezing; milking his overused
prick for every last drop of precious sperm. Only every one of
the tiny little wrigglers was already squirming inside my belly;
as I had milked the teenager for every one of them. (Which was a
good thing, considering what happened later. If my brother
hadn't already spent almost every one of his sperm in MY belly
that morning . . .) Just knowing his lusty little tadpoles were
working their way up in my tummy, is always such a thrill.
Somewhat scary too; but the slight danger of actually getting
pregnant seems to just ADD to the thrill of fucking the man you
love . . . like your own father or big brother, like Mark.
3
"Oooh." I couldn't help the involuntary groan, as I got up.
While I like fucking as well as any other slut, my legs ached
from being wrapped around my brothers' backs, while my cunny
milked each of their pricks dry for almost two hours straight.
Even a girl like me needs a LITTLE rest from sex.
Still, I shrugged into a short little dress, matching
panties, and put a maxi-pad in them to keep my brothers' cum from
making a mess. (No, I was NOT worried about it coming out, and
"being wasted". Every drop of all three of my brothers' thick
white cum had been ejaculated up inside my belly like it was
supposed to be. If it all leaked out afterwards, without one of
their sperm finding its way into my womb, then that was God's
decision, not mine. I had done my duty to God; and it was His
decision whether one of those lusty little tadpoles combined with
my egg to make a baby. So far, my mother had been right. As
long as I kept doing MY part, and they kept doing theirs, the
chances that God would decide to give me a child of my own to
carry would be small. Still, it was just like Mom to be sure.
"Did you boys all fuck your little sister this morning?" she
asked suspiciously.
I waved down my three brothers' indignation; and answered
for them. "Boy, they sure did!" I said; enjoying the knowledge
that all three boys' seed was even then soaking into my fertile
young womb. "Mark and George even went twice," I told her.
(It's not Jeff's fault he isn't as horny as his two big brothers
yet . . . after all, he's only 12.)
"Oh." Knowing the boys had done THEIR "job" this morning,
Mom turned to me. "After breakfast," she said, "you be sure and
fuck your father and grandfather too. We don't want to be taking
any chances."
"Yes Mom," I said happily; biting into the crisp hot toast.
"Only don't forget, Mark and I are servers this morning. We've
got to be there by 8:10, as the second Mass is at 8:30, and
Father Mike doesn't like his servers to be late."
"That's YOUR problem," Mom reminded me. "You've got your
chores around here to do FIRST, you know. Still, it's only 6:30,
so you've got plenty of time."
I groaned. Still, Mom was right. That's why Mark and I had
set the clock for 4AM. Oh well, I could always take a nap with
Grandpa in the afternoon, like I usually did on Sundays. It's
amazing how a little sex in the afternoon will put you right to
sleep.
"After Mass, and tonight" My mother said; addressing the
boys again, "I want all three of you boys to be sure and fuck
Sherry again. Your little sister's period was a little over a
week ago, so I want you boys to impregnate your sister as often
as you can, while she's fertile. OK?"
"But Mom!" objected George. "You almost sound like you WANT
us to get Sherry pregnant."
4
"Of course not," she almost snapped back. "Your little
sister's only 11 years old. It's just that Sherry should be
ovulating some time in the next three days; so between now and
Wednesday I expect all three of you to do your best and at least
TRY and get her pregnant as often as you can. Your father will
do his best to help out; but mainly I'm expecting you boys to
keep your little sister's womb filled with sperm, just like it's
supposed to be. Your sister is a GOOD girl; and I want you boys
to help her stay that way. Besides, I thought you all LIKED the
idea of planting a baby in your little sister."
Not one of my brothers objected after that.
I hurried to finish breakfast. For the next twenty minutes
not much was said other than, "Pass the butter," or similar
things. Then I left the boys to do dishes, while I headed into
my parents' bedroom to get Dad up.
Only Dad was already "up." The horny erection my father was
sporting while he waited for his daughter to arrive was truly
gorgeous. I couldn't help myself . . . I sucked it in my mouth;
and started slurping on it like it was a lollipop, Dad's pre-cum
is always sweeter than the boys' or even Grandpa's. Rarely do I
get much more than a taste though; and this time was no
different. "You'd better stop, Sherry," he warned me. "I'm
about to . . ."
Regretfully, I pulled away. Sometimes I almost feel like
giving into the temptations of the Devil, and keep right on
sucking until my father blows his sperm in thick white wads down
my throat. Having tasted it afterwards, I just KNOW it would be
wonderful "straight from the tap" so to speak.
Still, as I said before, I'm a GOOD girl . . . even if the
temptation IS strong sometimes. Of course the worst part of the
temptation is knowing that Dad wouldn't stop me, if I chose that
method of getting his sperm in my body. Dad you see, unlike Mom
and the rest of us, wasn't raised Catholic his whole life, and
doesn't see the evils in not ejaculating your seed where there's
a chance of making a baby. If you'll believe it, Dad's parents
actually used BIRTH CONTROL, and he was their only child! Still,
he never says anything about that; and follows Mom's lead, just
like the rest of the family. Today for example: While Mom wasn't
in the middle of her fertile-period, I was . . . thus making it
as much a necessity for me to be the one to receive my father's
sperm in my tummy, as if Mom was. Mom says we DON'T need any
more kids in the family . . . unless of course, God decides we
should be so-blessed.
So, (regretfully, as I said) I took my mouth off my father's
prick before he filled it with thick white goo, and slid it in my
cunny where it belonged.
OOOOH, did that feel good! God DOES reward those who do His
works! The thick feel of my father's cock sliding into my hot
little hole was exquisite. Yes, MUCH better than feeling Dad
squirt cum down my throat.
5
It didn't take long. (It never did.) About three minutes
after feeling his 11-year-old daughter's tight little cunny
sliding down his prick, Dad suddenly grabbed my by the hips and
held me steady, while his penis bucked inside me and flushed what
felt like gallons of thick creamy spunk in my belly. Jerk after
jerk; squirt after incestuous squirt. I just sat there; impaled
on my father's prick, while he belched gob after gob of thick
white cum in my womb. Just about the time Dad slowed down, I
speeded up; as my body took over and my cunny went into long
squeezing cramps around my father's invading penis.
Feeling your own father jerking and sweating on top of you,
while (or in this case, underneath you) while he sperms your
womb, and does his best to get you pregnant with your own little
brother or sister, is a thrill that I understand very few Non-
Catholics ever have. God really DOES reward those of us who
believe in Him and do His works. I'm so glad I was born a
Catholic girl.
It felt like hours I sat there, milking Dad's swollen prick
with my cunny, while it jerked and spurted inside me. Still, it
couldn't have been over five minutes, as the clock only read:
7:20 when I left with Dad's thick white goo running down my leg,
and HE got dressed for HIS breakfast. By then, Grandpa and
Jennifer had finished theirs, and my grandfather got up and
followed me into his room. Jenny looked a little enviously at
the thick gob of white stuff running down my leg and asked, "Mom?
When can I be a slut like Sherry?"
Mom's, "When you're big enough to take . . .," was cut off
by the <click> of Grandpa's door. I didn't need to hear the
rest . . . I'd heard it many times before. Somehow I'm almost
certain my little sister WILL start even younger than I did; and
that was as early as Mom dared. I hadn't even started having
periods that first time; and I'm certain Jenny is going to start
having them even younger than I did.
Oh well. For now, that was HER problem. My "problem" was
the rampant dong of my grandfather staring me in the face, as I
slipped into his bed and waited for him to remove his robe.
Still, Grandpa's "problem" probably wouldn't take any longer
to "fix" than Dad's had; and with a little luck maybe even less
time. I was right. While Grandpa isn't as good a lover as Dad,
the fact that he's bigger almost makes up for it . . . almost.
None of the other men in the house stretch my cunny quite like
Grandpa does. So, even after getting off with Dad, it didn't
take a lot of feeling his father sliding in and out of me before
I was once again acting like a good Catholic girl; gasping and
grunting; working just as hard as my grandfather was to get the
old man to fill my tummy with his baby.
In slightly over two minutes of frantic shoving by Grandpa,
and equally frantic squeezing and hugging by me, Grandpa's prick
was squirting wildly inside me, and millions of the older man's
sperm had joined that of his son, in fighting their way into my
waiting womb, where the battle with all three of my brothers'
sperm would probably leave too few to get me pregnant . . . or
perhaps too many. Whatever.
6
Just like my mother with her brothers and Grandpa, Mom
figures I can fuck them as long as I want . . . as long as I do
like SHE did at that age, and her mother before her, and fuck ALL
the men in the family, until I'm old enough to settle on a man of
my own.
Yes, my mother had sex with her brothers, two uncles, her
Parish priest, father, and two grandfathers (not to mention
several cousins) from the time she was 9 years old, until (and
yes into) the day she got married to Dad.
Not once did she get pregnant or have a miscarriage. Her
two sisters were the same way; only starting even younger. In
fact, Mom only knows of one aunt of hers that got PG in that
manner, and SHE only had her little brother and father to fuck.
So it was with a satisfied tummy full of all five men's
seed, that I finally got dressed for church. Just in time too!
As it was, Mom had to drive me down the six blocks to the church,
as I never would have made it walking.
We passed Mark on the way into the parking lot, but he beat
me inside the Sacristy anyway. Talk about cutting it close! The
old clock in the Sacristy was just going, "Kullack!" as it
chalked up another minute. 8:10 precisely.
Father Mike looked suspiciously at the old clock, but didn't
say a word. We all knew how he felt about punctuality, and how
he preferred us to be early . . . Still, 8:10 was the specified
time. Some of the kids got bumped from the prime Sunday Masses,
if they were repeatedly late. Mark and I never were.
Still, with the rotating schedule, it was rare we both
served Mass on the same day . . . even though we tried to.
I started shrugging out of my clothes, while at the other
side of the room Mark did likewise. We both knew what to do, so
Father Mike didn't need to instruct us. Thus, even if we HAD
been a little late, it wouldn't have hurt. Still, Father Mike
expected promptness; and he usually got it.
It was only when I was standing there stark-naked, and
reaching for the robe (more like a gown than anything. They
don't use Cassock and Surplice any more) that Father Mike noticed
the thick gob dribbling down my leg.
"Your father's?" he asked; sticking a finger into the drip
and tasting it.
"Uhuh," I nodded; not bothering to explain that it was also
Grandpa's and all three of my brother's sperm drooling out of me,
as well.
"We'd better do something about that," he said; looking up
at the clock. 8:12 "We can't have you going out in front of the
congregation with cum dribbling down your leg and getting the
carpet and your robe dirty."
With this, Father Mike motioned me back onto the table where
the various altar things usually went when we returned, and
motioned to me to spread my legs. Then to my surprise, he
started licking me "down there"!!! Oh my God! I've NEVER felt
anything like that. NOW I know shy Dad likes me to lick on his
thing! No wonder he doesn't mind if he cums in my mouth.
7
I resolved to ask Father Mike if it was really wrong for a
man to cum in a woman's mouth, instead of her cunny? I mean, the
Bible says to spill your seed in a woman's belly; but it doesn't
say it has to be in her cunny. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad . . .
as long as I swallowed it, anyway.
I mean, if it's OK for a man to lick a woman (OK, little
girl) "down there", it just CAN'T be bad for a little girl to
lick a man down there, can it? As long as it's not cheating God
out of the chance she'll have a baby, somehow. Maybe as long as
Dad squirts SOME cum in my hole, it'll be OK. I figured I just
HAD to ask Father Mike about this . . . After Mass.
Before I even realized fully that I WAS being licked in the
cunny, I started to cum. Not once, not twice, but THREE enormous
climaxes like I usually don't get even when Dad fucks me. God,
was that good! I suppose that's only to be expected, when the
man licking your twat is one of God's representatives here on
Earth though.
I was barely aware of slipping the "gown" over my bare naked
body, just in time to start services, as I was so wobbly from
cumming that I could barely walk, let alone make proper responses
to the service. Thankfully, my big brother knows the rote as
well as I do; and was able to cover for me until we sat down
while Mrs. Martina read the Epistle.
"Did you like that, Sis?" he asked me in a whisper, while We
sat on either side of Father Mike. Oh God, I just realized my
big brother had seen everything. A blush ran up my neck and into
my ears, as I wondered what he thought of his slut little sister
being licked on by the priest like that?
Father Mike didn't say a word; just giving a little sideways
jerk of his head, and saying, "After Mass," in a voice that
didn't even move his lips. Father Mike would make a good
ventriloquist.
Well, as an attempt to keep liquid from running down my leg,
Father Mike's attempt to lick it all out was a dismal failure.
While he DID get almost every drop of sperm out of my hole, the
excitement of his licking there, combined with the implied
promise that he would be teaching Mark and me even more after
Mass, was so exciting I could barely keep my mind on the service.
Still, I did my best. After all, I really WANTED to thank God
for all these new things that I was learning from Father Mike.
I guess it's a good thing that they don't let you wear any
clothes under the alter-dresses (gowns, whatever) because this
time I really FELT sacred and dedicated to God; just knowing that
nothing except the thin cloth separated me from being innocently
naked in front of the whole congregation. This stimulated me
even more; so that by Communion time I was dripping with
excitement; and if I HAD been wearing underwear, it would have
been soaked. As it was, it just ran down my leg, and soaked
almost invisibly into the carpet. Still, it WAS extremely nice
to stand up front, holding the plate, while almost anyone who
wanted to lean over a little could see right down my bare front,
and see my titties almost poking holes in the cloth. More than
one of the deacons did just that; and even two of the teenaged
boys. I guess most of the men, being married and all, didn't
want to call that much attention to their looking at me.
8
Still, I could finally see why they didn't just have the
alter-servers (they don't call them "alter-boys" any more, for
obvious reasons) just go out in pristine nakedness. Even if that
IS the way God created us, and serving Him in purity is our
greatest gift, the excitement of being completely naked in front
of the whole congregation would be too much for most people. I'm
not sure if even I could handle it . . . though it's tough to not
want to try. I guess the Church DOES have its reasons for having
alter-boys and alter-girls wear these gowns. It's enough just to
be naked and barefoot underneath them. I could see that my big
brother was excited too; though since he's a boy, his excitement
was visible whenever he turned slightly sideways.
Just like me, Mark is too good to let him flub. We both
managed to do credit to the Church during the service, and
finished up. I was wanting to do the candles, since my big
brother had lit them; but Mark took the snuffer from me. I guess
Father Mike had told him to; so I headed back to the Sacristy to
change.
I was just shrugging out of the gown, when I became aware
that Father Mike and I weren't alone. The rustling sound told me
who it was though . . . Sister Margaret. (Actually, Sister Mary
Ann Margaret, de . . . de . . . Rats, I never can remember the
"of part" . . . someplace in Italy, I think. Nobody ever called
her anything except, "Sister Margaret," except at formal
functions.)
By the time I figured this out, and had hung up the gown;
standing there stark-naked in front of both of them, I realized
they were both staring at me hungrily, almost like a cat stares
at a bird. Only a cat doesn't ask a bird if she can eat it; the
cat just pounces.
"Um," Sister Margaret started, "I wonder . . ." I had NEVER
seen the calm, cool, and collected nun so . . . so jittery.
Father Mike wasn't so nervous. "We were wondering, if you
could do us a favor?" he asked.
"Favor?"
"Uhuh." This wasn't at all like the stern father and mother
figures of the priest and nun I usually knew.
"You know how a nun is supposed to be a Bride of Christ?"
asked Sister Margaret.
When I nodded noncommittally, Father Mike continued, ". . .
and a priest is Christ's representative, here on Earth?"
Again, I nodded. Somehow I was beginning to get the idea
where this discussion was heading. I mean, I'm not COMPLETELY
dumb. As noted, I've had sex, and everything . . . a LOT of sex
and everything. And to have them ask me a favor . . . when I'm
standing there naked after Mass, and that wonderful thing Father
Mike did with his tongue . . . after asking if it was my father's
sperm in there . . . well, it all added up.
Only I hadn't figured out everything yet, so I just waited
for them to get to the point.
Father Mike blushed, but managed to continue, "So you can
see why Sister Margaret and I have been . . ."
9
"Fucking?" I asked. Mom had taught me to use the word
properly. "Having sex together?" I prompted, when my question
caused Sister Margaret to blush like a beet, and almost bury her
head in the hood that sisters of her order wear.
"Uhuh," she said weakly.
I don't understand why some grown-ups have such a difficult
time discussing sex with kids! Even girls like me, who've been
having sex for years, can get grown men and women to blush like
little kids with their hands caught in a cookie-jar, when the
subject of sex is brought up.
"I think that's wonderful," I said. "Are you two going to
have a baby together?"
Surprisingly, this brought on even MORE blushing!
"Uh, that's the problem," stammered Father Mike.
Now I WAS confused. While I know about as much as any 11-
year-old little girl about sex in general, teaching two grown-ups
how to make a baby is NOT something I ever expected to have to
do! Only I had it backwards.
Before I could put my foot in my mouth, Father Mike
continued. "You see," he said, "while priests and nuns quite
often have sex together, the Church for some reason frowns on
Sisters of the Cloth having babies . . . especially by priests;
just like it frowns on priests marrying. We both marry the
Church; and our 'children' are the people of the parish. Still,
as representatives of Christ, priests have duties to His brides."
I waited for him to continue.
"So while we're allowed, and even SUPPOSED to have sex,"
explained Sister Margaret, catching me by surprise, "we're also
expected to be careful, and not have babies by accident. If a
nun slips and has a baby by a priest, while not unknown, it's
considered shameful that she didn't have better control than
that; and almost a disgrace."
"You don't mean you use birth-control?" I asked worriedly.
I THOUGHT I knew the Church's stance on THAT fairly well.
"Oh NO!" they both said; almost in unison; seeming to be
just as shocked and horrified by the idea as I was.
"No . . . I mean . . . we mean we have to just be careful
WHEN we have sex together," Father Mike explained.
"So, why are you telling ME this?" I wondered out loud.
After all, how often do grown-ups come to girls like me, with
their sexual problems? Out of the corner of my eye, I could see
my big brother Mark grinning at me, from behind the two. I don't
think they even knew he was there; even though he had gotten
undressed, and was watching the three of us as if he had seen
this whole scenario several times before. Who knows? Maybe he
had.
"Uh . . . Well, Sister Margaret had her period a little over
a week ago . . . and . . . well, it's been three days," stammered
the priest.
OH! It was like a blinding light had been turned on in my
head. "So you want to fuck ME?" I asked.
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Not that I minded; I was just surprised. So far, the only
people I had ever had sex with, were all family members. Still,
if Father Mike had come over to visit, I would have fucked him
just like the rest of the men in the family, without even
thinking twice about it. Only having him ask me here in the
Sacristy, after Mass, was making me wonder.
"Uh, not exactly," he said; surprising me again. "I'm
really supposed to fuck Sister Margaret," he continued; stumbling
a bit over the word, "fuck." "Only I can't cum inside her right
now . . . so we were wondering . . ."
The light finally dawned. ". . . if you could cum in Me?" I
asked. Both of them nodded. I grinned.
"Father," I said, "I would be honored to take your sperm in
my belly, so it isn't wasted on the ground."
I could see my brother ginning like a Cheshire Cat in the
background.
"Sister," I said, "It would be a pleasure to serve God by
letting your lover ejaculate in me, so you aren't dishonored."
(My parents had taught me flowery sentences, when they taught me
other things . . . like how to suck your grandfather's sperm into
your tummy with your cunny, without touching anyplace but the
most intimate connection . . . and other similar things.)
"You're SURE you don't mind?" asked Sister Margaret; hiking
up her dress, while she lay back on the table I had previously
THOUGHT was for altar things. When I nodded, she had me move up
alongside her so my legs were spread as well.
Underneath the dress, it was obvious that the nun didn't
have THAT many years on me. From the look of her body, and a new
closer look at her face, the woman couldn't have been much older
than 16! Possibly 19, at the very highest. No wonder the two of
them were worried about the man making a baby in her tummy.
Sister Margaret must have been at the peak of her fertility; just
like me.
The sigh of satisfaction as the priest's thick member slid
into the nun's sex was echoed by both of them. Three days was
obviously a LONG time without sex for two such horny people. I
was glad I could help them both out . . . even if at first, all I
did was watch. It didn't take long before Father Mike was bent
over Sister Margaret; jamming his prick to the root in her belly,
while the nun wriggled and flopped on the table like a fish on a
hook. Only THIS fish wasn't trying to escape from the "hook" in
her belly . . . far from it. I could tell that the nun's
squeezing on Father Mike's prick would soon have him decorating
the inside of her womb with thick white streams of his baby-
making seed. I was about to say something, when Sister
Margaret's keen of sexual bliss rose almost to a scream; and her
cunny started squeezing and clamping on the priest's swollen
prick in a manner that I knew almost no man could resist. The
ripples of orgasm running up and down her flat little tummy must
have been incredibly erotic to Father Mike.
"Oh God, I'm gonna . . .," he croaked. His face turned red;
and the strain was amazing, as he fought to keep from filling his
sister's womb with sperm. "Oh Ginny, I love you," he groaned.
"Mike, oh Mike, I love you too . . . but we mustn't,"
groaned Sister Margaret. "Remember, we promised."
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"Oh Sis, please . . ."
"NOW," she said firmly, "before it's too late."
That's how I first learned that Sister Margaret is not only
"Sister Margaret" but Father Mike's little sister Ginny, as well.
Still, I didn't digest this fully until later; as Father Mike
fought to extract his penis from inside his sister's body before
he came; filling the nun's womb with his incestuous seed. I'm
not sure if he was completely successful; as there was a big
white bubble of cum forming on the tip, even as it left the
woman's body, and he was already squirting when he drove up
inside me to the hilt.
Sister Margaret is not only a nun who fucks her own brother,
she's kinky too. No sooner than Father Mike had sheathed his
penis in my cunny, than she was bent over me; watching each
stroke her big brother made into my body as he ejaculated his
sperm inside me. "Do it," she hissed, "Sherry here is NOT on
birth-control, are you Honey?"
I shook my head.
Father Mike seemed to have lost his urgency to spurt the
moment he pulled out of his sister; even though we both knew some
of his sperm was even then wriggling its way up inside me.
"And when was YOUR period?" she asked.
I knew JUST where THIS conversation was heading. This time
it was MY turn to blush, as I replied, "I dunno . . . a little
over a week ago, I guess."
Sister Margaret turned to the priest who had his prick
buried inside me. "See," she said, "she's fertile, NOT on the
pill, and right in the middle of her period. Sherry's just ripe
for you to spunk her womb . . . aren't you Sherry?"
Oh God. Still I nodded; as Father Mike's "thing" seemed to
grow even bigger inside me. Now I knew just what Sister Margaret
must have felt all those years of making love to her brother.
"It's OK Father," I squeaked, "you can cum in me, if you want
to."
"Do it," repeated the nun. "Knock the kid up. Sherry wants
to feel you squirting a baby in her tummy. Spunk the little
girl's womb REAL good, like she deserves. Little girls like her
deserve to get big tummies. So I want you to . . . to . . . Oh!
Ohmigosh! No. You shouldn't. Oh. Oh no! Oh don't. Stop. Oh
don't stop!"
I couldn't resist a giggle; even though the feeling of
Father Mike's prick swelling in my tummy was so exciting that I
wondered later just HOW I could even THINK of laughing. It's
just that Sister Margaret's words were SO much like the old joke
I couldn't help it. MY big brother had just walked up behind
her, and sheathed HIS prick in the nun's sex . . . just like
Father Mike had his prick sheathed inside ME.
The thought of his little sister getting royally shafted by
the brother of the little girl he was boffing, must have been too
much. THIS time Father Mike didn't even try to pull out, as he
spasmed and shook inside me. As for me, I did my part; squeezing
and clamping as hard as I could on his prick; while doing my best
to milk each precious drop of sperm inside me where it belonged.
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"It's OK Father," I comforted him, while he jerked and
spasmed his thick gooey seed inside me. "You can knock me up, if
you want to . . . I don't mind."
Hearing this just made the priest shudder even harder;
kissing me in gratitude, while his prick belched what felt like
gallons of thick creamy cum in my womb. All the while I soothed
and stroked him with my hands, while my cunny squeezed and milked
his prick for each precious drop of sperm he had in his balls.
God I love to fuck.
Dad has told me many times, how exciting it is for him to
know he was ejaculating his seed in the belly of a woman who was
not only fertile, but who didn't mind if he got her pregnant.
(Of course, me being his own daughter adds an extra thrill for
Dad.) From the look of things, both Father Mike and his sister
were as turned on by this type of scenario as Dad usually was.
So it was quite a pleasure for ME to be able to give the priest
and nun this thrill, just like I do Dad.
Even though the chance was quite small (what with me fucking
my brothers, Dad, and Grandpa two or three times a day; getting
more thick family cum pumped in my belly each day, than even
those whores the Bible talks about; the chance was STILL
there . . . somewhat; since I was NOT on birth-control (Yuck!)
and was due to ovulate at any time. The slight contradiction of
getting fucked as often as possible to keep FROM getting
pregnant, just added to the somewhat scary/risky feel of Father
Mike pumping even more baby-juice in my belly, like a firehose
gone out of control.
Each thick white squirt of the priest's cum in my tummy
would be matched by an answering squeeze by me; as my body worked
desperately to reproduce, by milking each precious drop of potent
sperm into my womb, where it just MIGHT produce the result the
Man of the Cloth was working so hard for . . . a pre-teenaged
little girl (me) with a big tummy from his baby growing inside
it. <Shudder.> God, what a thoroughly scary, even frightening,
but completely erotic idea!
I wasn't too enamored of the idea of the priest fathering
his child on me; but that didn't stop me from working just as
hard as he was to make it happen. As I said before, God, I love
to fuck. And God must know this too; as He rewards me constantly
for doing His works by giving me more chances to do just that,
than almost any three other girls I know . . . even other
Catholic girls. Thank you Lord, for knowing what I need, and
seeing that I get it. I pity those who don't do Your will, like
I do; and thus miss out on Your generosity.
I was distracted out of this almost religiously intensive
fuck, by Mark's reaction to the nun's tight little hole squeezing
on HIS prick, just like mine was squeezing on HER big brother's.
Just like me, my big brother seems to be amply rewarded for his
efforts in helping God do His work here on Earth. "Oh God,"
moaned Mark. I guess the sight of HIS little sister (me) getting
royally fucked by a priest was almost as exciting to him, as to
the other incestuous couple. "I'm cumming," he groaned; sinking
to the hilt in the nun; forcing her body closer to the join of
her brother and me.
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"Oh no! Don't! You're supposed to . . . Your little
sister . . . Oh shit!" Sister Margaret was obviously aware that
HER big brother was too busy spasming MY womb full of his spunk,
for either of us to do anything about HER predicament. However,
Sister Margaret WAS a nun; and knew the responsibilities of
Catholic women just as well (if not better) than I did. "No,"
she groaned, "don't pull out and waste it. Squirt in me, if you
have to."
There was a moment of jerking, as Mark slammed his prick
back into her, then she grunted as my big brother filled HER womb
with his thick cum, just like her big brother was filling mine.
"This spunk was SUPPOSED to go in your little sister's womb," she
reminded him.
That's the way I found out for certain that this was NOT the
first time in a foursome like this, for my big brother. Later I
figured out why several of the younger girls who worked as alter-
servers had to quit; sporting big bellies a few months later.
Only this time, instead of one of the two men knocking up a
little girl, it began to look like my big brother might just have
succeeded in knocking up a nun!
It was just after Father Mike finished giving the final
shudders as he finished jerking the remains of his sperm inside
me and I was starting to thank him for the gift of his seed, like
Mom taught me, that I learned the answer to an earlier question
that had been bothering me. The priest had no sooner extracted
his thick cum-dribbling prick from inside my body, than Sister
Margaret leaned over me and almost swallowed it!
The revelation was astounding! So THAT was it! While you
weren't supposed to suck a man to completion in your mouth, once
he had spent his seed in your womb it was acceptable to taste
what remained on the outside of his penis. Not only acceptable,
it seemed, from the way Sister Margaret was working to clean up
every drop of sticky sperm from her brother's prick, but
something that was desirable as well.
It made sense. This way, every drop of seed DID end up in a
girl's belly where it belonged; while none of it missed a chance
at being inside her womb. Girls could "clean up" their men, just
the way Father Mike had "cleaned up" me! What a NICE thing to do
for the one you loved. I felt ashamed I hadn't done this for Dad
and my brothers earlier.
All this took me no longer that a second or two to think
about; and within seconds of seeing Father Mike's prick vanish
into his sister's mouth, my big brother's had vanished into mine.
Oooh. My big brother's sperm tasted just as good as I had
thought it would.
When Sister Margaret and I had finished cleaning up our
brothers, Father Mike turned me over, and cleaned ME up again!
Not to be outdone, Mark licked out Sister Margaret; taking
his cues from the older priest. He made a funny face, the first
time he tasted his own sperm; but within a minute was licking the
nun's slit with almost as much gusto as Father Mike was doing
mine.
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Afterwards, while cleaning up, getting dressed, and just
enjoying the feel of Father Mike's thick white cum drooling down
my leg, Mark and I discussed things to see if they had worked out
the way we wanted. They had.
"Uh, Father," said Mark. The older priest just looked at my
brother. Well, after all, what could he say, after filling MY
womb full of his seed? "I'm sorry about cumming in your sister,"
explained Mark. "But there's a good side too."
"Yeah, what's that?" growled Father Mike. Both Mark and I
figure he wasn't so mad at my brother for filling his little
sister's womb with spunk, when she was fertile, as being sorry
that it wasn't him. Only a man just ISN'T supposed to knock up
his own sister, is he? Especially, when his little sister is a
nun!
It seems the two of them had gone into the seminary and
convent, when they found they loved each other too much to marry
anybody else. Only the Church doesn't allow brothers and sisters
to marry (as Mark and I well know). So they decided better to
both marry the Church, than live with someone they didn't love.
Only somehow the Lord had smiled on their love, (or somebody
messed up) and they had ended up posted to the same parish, and
nobody even seemed to realize they were brother and sister . . .
now Bride of Christ, and His representative on Earth.
"Your sister," I explained. "Mark shouldn't really have cum
inside her, but the Lord works in mysterious ways."
Father Mike's eyes just showed he'd heard THOSE words
before; and waited for me to explain further.
"Since Mark already came inside her," I continued, "there's
probably no safer time for you to do the same, than right now."
THAT got his attention.
"You see," I tried explaining Mom's logic to him, "if you
cum inside her too, then YOUR sperm will be fighting Mark's, so
there's actually LESS chance of her getting pregnant."
"You really believe that horseshit?" asked the priest . . .
the first time in all the years I've known him, for Father Mike
to use a dirty-word.
"I've been fucking all three of my brothers, my grandfather
AND my father since two years before I started having periods,
and I'm not pregnant YET," I defended my mother's system. "And
besides, my mother did the same thing when SHE was young," I
finished.
Father Mike looked at me and Mark for confirmation. "You're
sure?" he asked.
We both nodded.
"Oh my God," he said. "Then I'd better hurry, hadn't I?
Every minute I wait, your sperm is working it's way up inside
her. If it gets there before . . ." Father Mike was madly
stripping OFF the clothes he had been putting on, not two minutes
earlier. Sister Margaret didn't have to do even that; just
lifting her dress up around her waist, as it seems she never wore
anything underneath the heavy skirt. I always HAD wondered what
nuns wore underneath those heavy dresses. Now I knew . . . it
was like the Scotsman's kilt. Nuns didn't NEED underwear,
because they had to always be ready for the priest.
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As my brother and I left, we heard the satisfied sigh of two
people just made for each other, working together to get the
priest's penis as far up inside his little sister's body as he
could. We both giggled as we were passed by the two girls
arriving early for the next Mass. I recognized Sandra from my
class at Saint Mary's, but the older girl was someone new to me.
Mark and I waved to both of them as we went by. Boy, were THOSE
two kids going to get a lesson. Still, considering what I
learned later from my brother about what goes on in the Sacristy,
maybe they wouldn't learn anything new, after all. I wondered if
Father Mike had already fucked either of them; and then almost
had a cramp of unexpected orgasm at the very idea. The thought
of the 10 and 13-year-old girls carrying Father Mike's sperm in
their cute little tummies, just like I had it in mine, was SO
sexy! And then the thought that either one or both of them might
already be carrying the priest's baby in her belly was so erotic
that I DID cum . . . without even being touched even. God, I'm
such a slut (thank you Lord). Thankfully neither girl noticed as
they were already past us on their way inside, or I might have
been really embarrassed . . . even if my speculations were true.
It would still be quite a sight for the two girls to find a
priest and nun going at it like two rabbits though.
"Do you suppose Father Mike will be staying over at the
Convent tonight?" I asked Mark, with a grin. Everybody calls the
little house the "Convent" even though there's never any more
than two sisters living in it at one time.
Mark sniggered back. "Yeah, and there's going to be an
Immaculate Conception, in about nine months from now, as I'll lay
odds his little sister will be knocked up from Mike's spunk in
her tummy, before the night is over. Even if not, he'll probably
plant a baby in her tummy in the next day or two. Wanna bet,
Little Sister of mine?"
I giggled myself. "Not a chance, Big Brother." We both
knew that the tiny bit of sperm Mark had squirted in the nun
wouldn't stand a chance of fighting the priest's heavy
ejaculations. Especially seeing how I had drained him dry twice
that morning . . . just like we had both planned. The tiny
amount of sperm my big brother had left at the entrance to the
nun's vagina was probably all dripped out by now, while the heavy
gouts of her big brother's spunk would soak into her womb
uncontested.
It left us both with a giddy feeling to know we had been
chosen by the Lord to do this thing . . . to give these two
wonderful people the thing that they most desired . . . a child
of their own. Something they would never have been able to have
without sin otherwise. As I said earlier, but Father Mike hadn't
realized, the Lord works in mysterious ways, His wonders to
perform. It isn't often people like me are picked to help Him in
such a personal manner.
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Sister Margaret is going to be surprised, when nobody seems
to notice her belly getting big. And since she and Father Mike
think Mark is the one who will have gotten her that way . . . or
at least he'll suspect my big brother had a chance . . . they'll
not object when our family adopts the child. After all, priests
and nuns are not allowed to be parents, except to the parish as a
whole.
Such wonders the Lord does for those who love Him. I wonder
how Mark and I are going to get Father Mike's baby in Sister
Margaret's belly NEXT time? Well, we'll figure something out.
The Lord will supply us with the method, if He truly wants those
two to have the children they would otherwise be denied. His
will, will become obvious in due time . . . just like it had THIS
time.
Darn. We'd better be getting on home. I think I'm getting
the diarrhea. My stomach feels funny. I wonder if Mom has some
pickles in the fridge? Maybe that, and some chocolate-milk will
make my tummy feel better. Damn. Mark looked at me SO funny,
when I said that. I wonder what's bothering HIM?
We were both surprised to find Mom still waiting in the car
for Jenny to get out of Sunday-School. Something had held the
little kid up. So we climbed into the car to ride back with Mom,
instead of walking. Besides, Mark seemed to want to tell Mom
something.
Only whatever it was, was interrupted by Jenny's arrival.
"Mom!" she exclaimed proudly, "Look what I did!" The little kid
had barely gotten into the car when she was pulling up her dress
to show off the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. A streak
of red on the 9-year-old's leg, and a bubble of white slowly
welling out of her tiny little slit showed that my little sister
was no longer a virgin.
"Deacon Jones fucked me," she said proudly; referring to her
Sunday-School teacher. "He showed me what they meant by a man
'knowing a woman' in the Bible."
"Uh, Honey," Mom interrupted the child's bubbling about how
good it felt, how Deacon Jones had really liked her tight little
cunny squeezing on him, how she made sure to 'do it right' each
time, and how she made him squirt every drop right up in her
cunny where it belonged. "He told me I was a GOOD Catholic
girl," she said proudly, "'Cos when he finished cumming in me,
not a drop came out!" (I was annoyed at the little squirt for
trying to show me up.)
"Uh, Honey," repeated Mom, "don't you think you're a little
young yet, for that?"
"That's what Deacon Jones said," giggled Jenny. "He won't
fuck the little kids until they have periods like Kim and Sherry
do. So I told him MY period was about a week before we did it
the first time."
"First time? You mean this ISN'T the first time your Sunday
School teacher fucked you?" asked Mom; looking pointedly at the
smear of red on Jenny's leg.
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"Naw. We've been doin' it for several weeks now," said
Jenny proudly; holding her skirt up and looking down at her red-
streaked leg and cum-oozing little slit. "This is just the first
time he got it ALL the way up inside me. You told me I had to do
that, before I could be a slut like Sherry is," she reminded Mom.
"Can I mom?" she asked. "Please? Deacon Jones says I'm REAL
good for a little girl. Please Mom?"
"Uh . . ." Mom seemed to be undecided as to whether to be
annoyed or proud of my little sister. "I'm not sure lying, even
if it's to have sex, is such a good idea Honey," she finally
replied; temporarily avoiding the child's question. "Now you'll
have to tell Father Mike your confession. I suppose it's just a
little lie, but you still shouldn't have done it. I'm sure if
you had really tried, you could have gotten your teacher to fuck
you anyway . . . once he was sure you really wanted it."
"Huh?" asked Jennifer. "Lying? Lying about what?"
"About having periods . . . monthlies."
"Oh that," shrugged the nine-year-old. "I've been having
THEM for over three months now. I thought you knew that, back
when I first asked if I could be a slut like Sherry is."
There was a stunned silence in the car, that was only broken
when Mark finally remembered what he had been trying to tell Mom,
when Jennifer had interrupted. "Mom," he said into the silence,
"Sherry said she wanted to eat PICKLES with her hot-chocolate!"
Mom almost hit the mailbox, while turning into the driveway.
She barely stopped the car, before we hit the garage-door with a
jerk.
Jenny and I both giggled at the funny looks on Mom and
Mark's faces. Poking me in the ribs, so I giggled even harder;
while temporarily forgetting her earlier request for Mom to allow
her to be a slut like me, Jenny said, in that pleading little-
girl voice that kids have, "Mmmmm, that sounds good! Can I have
some too, Mom? Pleeeease!"
For some reason, instead of answering, Mom leaned on the
steering-wheel and started to cry! I wonder what's bothering
her? Somehow I just KNOW it's something either Jenny or I did.
You'd think one of us had committed some kind of sin or
something. Only I can't figure out what. It's not like either
my sister or I really did anything wrong. In fact, Jenny and I
did everything just like Mom taught us, especially today. I
mean, both Jenny and I are GOOD Catholic girls.