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Before the wedding

                          

     "Are you SURE this is right, Mom?" asked the picture-perfect

young bride.  All girls (and even women) look like angels or

princesses when getting married.  Charlene was no different. 

 From the top of her veil with the tiny coronet in place, to the

rhinestones glittering on the heels of her shoes, the girl looked

the very picture of radiant bridal glory.

     A woman doesn't need real beauty for this.  Even the ugliest

of dowdy frumps can look wonderful for a wedding once in her

life.  But Charlene had that beautiful brown hair combined with

blue eyes, that seemed so common with girls her age in this area. 

A fact well appreciated by the horny young studs aching to trap

these beauties into matrimony ... the only way it seemed to get

sex in Marton County.

     "Yes Dear," soothed her mother.  "Father Jenkins KNOWS how

inexperienced girls like you are, when it comes to sex; and has

volunteered to see to it that you KNOW what is important on your

wedding night.  Now that we're sure it fits, let's get that dress

off you before we wrinkle it.  I don't have time to do another

ironing."

     "Well ... If you're SURE," she petulated; working to ease

herself out of the layers of gown, like a man taking off a diving

suit.  "I don't want Jeremy getting angry about this.  I mean,

he's waited so long ... and really expected to be first."

     "Don't worry about Jeremy," again soothed her mother. 

"Being first-born, he knows as little about sex as you do ... So

Father Jenkins has also volunteered to instruct him in the

details as well.  He's very good at that.  In fact, your fiancee

is probably over there right now."

 

     Father Jenkins WAS "very good" at teaching about sex.  A

priest is supposed to be able to instruct young newlyweds in many

things having to do with married life ... not the least of which

being HOW to have sex ... and incidentals like the taking of a

girl's virginity, along with birth-control.  No, the Church

didn't really condone birth-control as such ... always wanting

there to be at least a CHANCE for God to have his way and for

couples to "do their duty" and "multiply".  Besides, this helped

spread the faith to younger generations.  Still, couples WOULD do

such things; and it was up to priests to see that the couples did

not resort to abortion ... what amounted to murder of a child in

the eyes of the Church.  So better to see to it that such worries

never came up.

     Father Jenkins' ideas about teaching sex however, were

definitely NOT approved by the Church.  In fact, if found out,

scandals about other priests and altar boys would have seemed

rather picky and minor infractions.  Not that Father Jenkins had

any objections to altar boys ....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                1

 

 

     "I'm sorry, Jeremy," he told the pale and worried young man,

"but you'll have to get undressed like I am.  You won't be able

to have sex with Charlene, you know, if you're still wearing your

clothes."

     The young man in question gulped and tentatively reached for

a button on his shirt.  The only reason HE was here prior to his

fiancee, was because of his mother's insistence.  "But I

know ...," he began.

     "Jeremy, Jeremy," soothed the older priest.  "I've known you

all your life.  Even longer, in fact; since before you were in

your mother's womb.  A marriage is not just one contract.  The

vows you will take next week with Charlene are just one of many

duties you will assume.  For example, did you know that the

marriage is not legal, until you consummate it?"

     "Connsumme?"

     "Consummate it.  That means have sex with your wife ...

which in some cases may take over a week to happen.  See, you

didn't know, did you?"

     Jeremy was now puzzled.  Here he had thought he and Charlene

would just get married, he would stick his prick inside here, and

(eventually) they would have babies.  Maybe things WERE more

complicated among humans than he had assumed they were from

watching animals out on the farm.

     Father Jenkins looked proudly at the strapping young youth

as he slowly got undressed.  Like his beautiful bride-to-be, the

young man had brown hair and blue eyes ... just like he did.  A

fact not too astonishing, when you consider that both children

were actually his ... and thus half-brother and half-sister.  For

at least three decades now the 50-year-old priest had been

teaching "sex-education" to prospective brides and grooms in what

had been a small but fast-growing community.  The good priest's

teachings had resulted in a local "baby boom" that easily

outstripped the commoner one taking place because of men coming

back from the war.  That no bad inbreeding effects had shown up

in three generations (starting four now) gave the priest good

reason to be proud of his children.

     A priest is SUPPOSED to think of his parishioners as his

"children"; but few did like Father Jenkins.  Almost one-third of

the people in the parish now WERE his sons and daughters, with a

far-greater percentage being descendants that included

grandchildren and great-grandchildren ... with a sprinkling of

great-great-grandchildren that were all his direct descendants. 

A few, like Jeremy and his blushing young bride, were not only

Father Jenkins' children, but his grandchildren and great-

grandchildren as well!  A fact known to almost every woman in the

parish; but few of the men.

     The women had good reason to keep this a secret.  If their

husbands had known, many would have been thrown out or abandoned;

as even in today's modern society, having sex with somebody not

your husband could lead to a quick divorce.  And as for having

another man's baby ....

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                2

 

 

     That none of the children were produced by adultery, or were

conceived after the women were married, had little meaning to men

like that.  To them, just knowing a child wasn't theirs, would be

enough.  Thus Father Jenkins leaned on each succeeding generation

to send the young marriage-hopefuls around to him ... so he could

teach the young kids what he had previously "taught" their

parents.  And the mothers knew better than to object.  After all,

who would the angry husband believe, her, or the respected parish

priest who had seen him into the world, gave him First-Communion,

and taught him the ways of life and women, before marriage?

     Even if believed, that would not have saved more than a few

marriages.  So the women gave in to the good father's

importunities, and dutifully sent each of their daughters (and

often sons too) to be properly "educated" in the rituals of sex

before marriage by the oh-so-caring priest.

     "See," it's not so bad," soothed the priest in question, as

he approached the trembling young man.  "Being naked, is just the

way God created us, so we could enjoy each other's bodies.  It's

a shame that we cannot do this often; but you will soon be

married to the lovely Charlene; so you won't miss it too much."

     With blandishments and soothing words, the horny old goat of

a priest soon had the innocent young man BELIEVING that he was

doing the right thing ... and thus he would be ready for his

lovely wife by the time she was ready.  Something the priest

assured him would happen within a week or two after they got

married.  Thus, the "lessons" in how to relieve himself without

forcing himself sexually onto his unprepared wife.

     Before he was fully aware of what was happening, Jeremy

found himself sitting on the small cot in the rectory, with his

prick buried in the priest's mouth, until rising pressure caused

him to grunt in warning.

     A warning that Father Jenkins didn't need.  Being long

experienced with taking virginities (both male and female) he

knew well the signals of rising orgasm in young men; and was not

averse in the slightest to swallowing every drop of his son's

precious seed.  However, he DID have other plans.  It is SO much

better (he thought) to have your first orgasm while your father

deposits HIS seed inside you ... or at least has his prick in

you.  The question (of course) was which hole of the boy he

wanted to be buried inside, when he erupted.

     Deciding that, "Turn about is fair play," the priest stopped

sucking just as the young boy was about to spew.  "Your turn," he

motioned to Jeremy; pointing to the youngster to lie on the cot,

while he moved his swollen penis to his son's mouth.

     By this time, Jeremy would have done almost anything to get

the wonderful sensations on his penis to continue ... so in spite

of it seeming slightly obscene, he easily acquiesced and moved to

suck the older man's prick like he had previously been being

serviced.

     Once his young charge got into a proper rhythm, Father

Jenkins moved onto the small cot beside him, facing the opposite

way, in a demonstration of "69" that would win Academy Awards if

filmed and the Academy gave Oscars for sex-movies.

 

 

 

 

                                3

 

 

     From his previous arousal, it wasn't more than a minute and

a half before the young boy was squirting thick incestuous cum

down his father's throat, while the priest took a few seconds

longer to fill the young boy's mouth.

     Having felt "Father" swallow every drop of his cum, Jeremy

felt obliged to reciprocate; licking and cleaning up every drop,

as the older man taught him to.

     Two hours later, after "proper" introductions to anal sex,

and the joys of mutual masturbation, Jeremy was sent on his way

with the knowledge he would need to make it until his new wife

told him she was ready ... like the good priest had taught him. 

An anus isn't exactly a great substitute for a vagina, but Father

Jenkins had demonstrated rather well that on occasion it felt

almost as good ... to both receiver and giver.  Again, something

the young man would find handy later on, when his wife was

menstruating or otherwise unavailable "normally".

     "Yes, Jeremy," he reassured the still trembling young man as

he left, "I'll make SURE to teach your sis ... I mean your new

bride what she needs to know for your wedding night.  I've done

this many times before, you know."  With that, the prospective

young groom had to be content.

 

     It took a full day for the over-fifty priest to recover.  He

was no longer the young stud who could fuck three triplets in one

morning, knocking all three of them up in one marathon incestuous

session ... and then take on their brothers the same afternoon.

     However, 2:00 the next afternoon the priest issued a warm

welcome to the pretty young thing blushing in the doorway.  That

the beautiful girl was his own daughter, was fertile, and would

be ovulating sometime in the next three or four days (according

to her mother who had arranged the marriage-schedule to properly

match the child's timing, per the priest's instruction) just

added to her alluring beauty to the horny goat of a priest.

     Still, Father Jenkins was a master of seduction, not rape.  

Getting his children to send THEIR children to him to seduce was

as close as he got to forcing somebody into sex.  However, with

both her mother encouraging this, AND the spiritual leader of the

parish the young woman had known and followed all her life

assuring her this was the PROPER thing for a young woman

about-to-be-married to do, it wasn't all that difficult.  Father

Jenkins often suspected (but deliberately never tested the idea)

that many if not most (or even all) of his daughters actually

LIKED the idea of the horny old goat of a priest having full

vaginal sexual intercourse with their little girls ... and

knocking the kids up BEFORE they got married, with her own

father's baby kicking and squirming inside her fertile young

womb.  Even with younger girls that were NOT the priest's direct

offspring, it was probably a kick to know the child would be

knocked-up by her own grandfather, and carry her own uncle or

aunt to term in her womb, days or sometimes even weeks before her

new husband's seed ever saw the inside of the girl's vagina.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                4

 

 

     "Father Jenkins ... I'm not sure ...," began Charlene, as

the priest took off her jacket, kissing her neck as he did so,

and hung it on the hook by the door.

     "Call me father," instructed the priest; helping the girl

out of her blouse; baring her naked waist, now only protected by

a thin brassier.  "... Or even 'Daddy' if you prefer.  Your

mother told you what to expect, didn't you?"

     "Father ... Uh ... Daddy?"  Now the youngster seemed

confused, as she almost helplessly let the priest unbutton the

front of her pants, before slipping them down to her ankles.

     "Daddy is fine," he reassured her.  "A priest LIKES to think

of his parishioners as his children.  Like you are, my child. 

Think of me as your Daddy, who is teaching you to make love, so

you can please your husband, please God, and please me by

accepting his seed into your body so you can obey God's command

to be fruitful and multiply."

     "Oh God, fath ... Uh, Daddy.  This just isn't right," she

objected faintly; but not struggling as the priest kissed his way

down her thighs, while removing garments and intruding pantyhose

as he did so.

     "It's not right to love your own father?" he asked; while

pulling a shoe off the girl's foot and replacing the missing

object with a kiss.  Soon the girl's thoughts were almost

incoherent, as she felt the man's tongue working its way back up

the INSIDE of her thighs, close to the "private parts" she had

expected to keep private to herself ... and possibly her soon-to-

be husband, Jeremy.

     Somehow Charlene only managed to raise a small objection

(and her ass slightly at the same time) as the priest continued

removing her most intimate of garments until both panties and bra

had joined the heap of clothing on the floor.  "You mean," she

breathed; involuntarily pushing her chest into the man's sucking

mouth, "Momma was RIGHT?  You're really my ... my real Daddy?"

     "Uhuh," he reassured her.  "And her mother's too.  So you

see how right this is.  I don't want you to do anything you don't

feel right about."

     [Author's note:  Yeah, RIGHT!  If the girl (or guy) didn't

feel right about something, then the horny old goat would

CONVINCE her/him to feel right; never giving the person a chance

to think properly while keeping the "victim" so heavily aroused

that proper thought was impossible ... only actual copulation

relieving the stresses he was so expert in bringing on.  And

Father Jenkins WAS an expert at judging just how far to go in

each case until the final consummation.  Charlene was all primed

and ready to go, from her mother's instructions, thus not needing

the hour or two it sometimes took.  But not once yet had any of

the girls (or guys) he seduced objected ... at least, not out

loud.]

     "Uh ... I don't Know . oh . oh," she whimpered; as she felt

the first intrusion of the good father's finger inside her

virginal cleft.  "I haven't ... I mean, Jeremy and I ...."

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                5

 

 

     "Shhh," he coddled her.  "Don't worry about Jeremy.  I

taught him, just like I'm going to teach you.  You've got to know

how to make your husband feel good, when it comes time for you

two to consummate your marriage.  I'm just here to help."  Yeah,

right.

     "But I never ...."

     "Shh ... Doesn't it feel good?"  This asked, with a thick

tongue probing her womanhood in a manner she hadn't suspected

could feel so ... so intimate, even with her experimentation

years earlier with her two younger sisters.  But then, they had

all been kids when that happened.

     "Yes but ... But you're my own FATHER," she objected; as he

placed the leaking tip against her now wet and ready young hole. 

If she didn't stop him soon, she knew the priest's sex would soon

be buried to the hilt in her belly; squirting and inseminating

her with her own father's sperm.  That she had just learned of

their true relationship just added to the obscenity (and, to tell

the truth, the incredibly sexual carnality and wonder) of the

idea of coupling with the man.

     "That makes it all the better," he told her; fitting the

first inch of fatherly prick inside her.

     "Uh ... I guess," she somehow couldn't help but agree;

lifting her hips so that the next inch sliced through her

virginity in a sudden stab of pain.  "Ouch," she added, almost

conversationally; looking down at where the priest's swollen

member had vanished partway into her body.  The astonishment at

seeing their incestuous connection made the girl involuntarily

hunch forward, until half the man's penis was now embedded in her

no-longer-virginal and leaking sex.

     "So tell Daddy to fuck you, cum in you, and make a baby in

your tummy, just like he did to your mother years ago," he

prompted.

     "Uh ... Fuck me, fa ... Uh, Daddy," she tried.  Still

wincing, she pulled back an inch until a red streak appeared on

the man's prick.  "Fuck me, Daddy," she repeated, stronger now,

as he slid back inside her.

     "The rest, too," he prompted again.

     "Uh ... Unh, OOooh!" she moaned; temporarily distracted. 

Then, "Cum in me, Daddy ... Please?"  By this time, almost all of

the priest's swollen member was appearing and disappearing into

the young girl's tight little slit.  Charlene was working almost

as hard as her father was to force the incestuous priest's

swollen prick into her fertile young belly as they both could.

     "All of it," he insisted; holding still until the

youngster's gyrations on his engorged member stilled, and she

looked up in frustration at his patient waiting for her to

continue.

     "Do I have to?" she asked; holding out on this last obscene

request as long as she could.  Charlene knew that once she ASKED

him to do this, she would have no recourse or blame to put on him

for planting his baby in her belly.  Like her mother, she would

always remember ASKING the priest to fuck her, cum in her, and

knock her up with her own father's baby.

 

 

 

 

                                6

 

 

     Father Jenkins just nodded; somehow holding out against the

incredible pleasure of having the youngster's tight little slit

squeezing and milking his swollen prick for its incestuous seed. 

He had to have the girl's mind, as well as her body, not only

asking, but pleading for his baby-making seed, before he would

let go and give her what had been his aim all along ... another

incestuous baby for the girl to raise, without any obligations

from him.  Really nice work for a priest, if you can get it.

     "Make a baby in my tummy," she broke down and said; her

needs now growing too great to ignore.  When the priest STILL

didn't move, she added pleadingly, "Please, Daddy?"

     "Well, if that's what you want ...," he teased; just sliding

in and out about an inch.

     "PLEASE, Daddy," she whimpered; now gyrating her hips as she

tried to capture the delicious sensations she had felt inside

earlier, when the priest's prick had been sliding in and out. 

"Knock me up.  Make a baby in my tummy, so I can have my Daddy's

baby, just like Momma did."  When this finally brought a slow

reaction and more movement on the man's part, the little girl

broke down completely.  "Please Daddy," she whimpered.  "I want

to FEEL your baby inside me.  Please?"  Charlene it seems, in the

end, was (and is) just as horny a young woman as her mother was

before her ... and her equally horny goat of a father.

     [Well, is that so unexpected, considering that she had well

over 7/8 of her father's genes?  No wonder she was so easy to

seduce.  And the young crop of girls in the parish got easier and

easier each year, for the same reason.]

     Going faster and faster now, the priest slid in and out

until he felt the rising of seed in his prick, and buried the

belching member to the hilt in his daughter's body; filling the

child's womb with squirt after squirt and jet after jet of

incestuous baby-making seed.  Charlene just moaned and grabbed at

him; working against the priest to milk each precious drop of her

father's sperm into her ripe and ready young womb as she could.

     Like her half-brother earlier, Father Jenkins did NOT stop

with just vaginal intercourse.  Before the four-hour "sex-

education" session was over, Charlene (like Jeremy) had been

introduced properly to both oral AND anal sex.  "After all," the

priest reminded her, "she had to keep Jeremy happy until she had

conceived ... and it was 'safe' to take her husband's sperm

inside her body."  Charlene just shuddered at the implication ...

but did not object in the slightest when Father Jeremy showed her

how to use a rubber diaphragm to hold his sperm inside her womb. 

Once married, and once their initial consummation of their

marriage, the couple would be good little Catholics; raising

child after child for the benefit of the Church ... and of

course, Father Jenkins, too.  But that would be probably several

days before she felt free to risk her husband's seed inside her

body, where the priest's child might already be taking root.  In

the meantime, both children had been "properly instructed" as to

how to proceed until she was ready to consummate the marriage

properly.

 

 

 

 

 

                                7

 

 

     "And now, My Child, do you Jeremy take Charlene, to have and

to hold, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to be

your wedded wife, from this day forward, until death do you

part?"

     Jeremy looked stunned that he could be so lucky as to have

such a lovely bride; and almost had to be prodded into saying, "I

do."

     "And do you, My Daughter Charlene, take this man, My Son

Jeremy, to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, for better for

worse, in sickness and in health, to be your wedded husband, from

this day forward, until death do you part?"

     "I do!"

     "Do you Brother and Sister, promise to follow the teachings

of God and the Catholic Church; to raise your children in the

ways of God, and to follow his commands to multiply and replenish

the Earth?"

     "We do."

     "Therefore, by the powers invested in me by God, by the

Church, and by the State I now pronounce you husband and wife."

     Father Jenkins turned the now-glowing couple together.  "As

Father, I now command you Brother Jeremy to kiss your Sister

Charlene."  Only a few people (all women) in the parish noticed

the slight difference of wording in the marriage ceremony.  But

then, why should they?  After all, Father Jenkins had been giving

almost identical weddings for over thirty years in the parish. 

By now, his interpretation of scripture was accepted as the

definitive one.

     "Ladies and gentlemen," he concluded, "I now present to you

Brother Jeremy and his Sister, Charlene ... Now husband and

wife."  Well ... people were SUPPOSED to be brothers and sisters

in the Church, weren't they?

     Father Jenkins intended to see that they continued to be.