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Father Bland's Angels: Verse 01

By: ScottWood



Sergei stuffed his tape measure into his pocket and moved his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. Ever since he had quit smoking, a toothpick was the only thing that kept him calm. He ran his eyes over his work and let out a huff of satisfaction.

"Good enough." He said.

"I don't get it," His colleague responded. "What's wrong with the one in the chapel?"

Sergei looked down at Mark, the younger man sitting nearby. They both wore the same plain dark blue work clothes, embroidered with a little coat of arms on the pocket.

Sergei shrugged diffidently.

"All I'm sayin'," Mark went on. "Is that there's already a confessional in there, y'know? What's he need one up here for?"

The older man shrugged again.

"Y'know what I reckon," The young man crossed his arms knowingly. "I reckon he wants ta make his mark, y'know? New guy, new rooms, new way of doing things."

Sergei didn't respond.

"I know, I know," Mark went on. "Shouldn't put down the Father. But I reckon, job's a job, really. No different from you or me, really, just diff'rent jobs, y'see?"

The older man grunted.

"What's this new Father's name, anyway?" Mark asked.

"Bland."

"Huh, sounds an exciting bugger," The younger man got to his feet. "Ah well, reckon we got to get down the hall now, hey?"

Sergei huffed and followed him, still musing over the confessional. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why the Father wanted the modifications he'd asked for.

***

Father Lucas Bland finished his reading and looked over the crowd of bright young faces looking up at him. He was a particularly unremarkable looking man, a fact that combined badly with his name. His brown hair was cut short and without style, his frame was slim but not athletic, his face pleasant but not handsome.

He let himself look into the crowd for several moments, noting girls who were particularly attractive, or who smiled with particular ardour. His own face was fixed in the saintly expression he used for such occasions.

"And so," He began to speak again. "We must learn from the example of the Good Samaritan, and be sure to give help to those of us who require it. I am sure that if I found one of you girls lying, bare and unprotected, I would certainly stop and do whatever I could."

Pausing for effect, he found his eyes drawn to a group of girls in the front row. They were obviously older and taller than the majority of the student body, their own bodies looking fit and appealing. He guessed that this must be the Student Council that Sister Marjorie had informed him about.

"Now that I am here at Mrs Strictland's, and a grateful member of your school community, I intend to be the Good Samaritan for all of you girls. Anyone who is feeling vulnerable, or as though they could be led astray, should come to see me whenever they can."

He saw several smiles light up at this offer.

"This is definitely not just junior girls. Older students, especially those over eighteen, I want to see in my rooms regularly. I want to see a lot of you eighteen-year-old girls, I want to really come to grips with what you are dealing with. I'm sure that I will be able to put my love into you. If you are having trouble at home, if you are stressed about, say, being on the Student Council, or about any personal matters -- I want to see you."

Now he saw that the front row girls were looking interested.

"We won't just be talking religion when you visit me, oh no. We can talk about whatever you like. We can even try some exercises to help make you feel more confident at school and at home. I want all you girls -- especially those over eighteen -- to really open themselves up to me. I will certainly do whatever I can, to penetrate your mysteries."

He signed off with the usual little prayer and went back to his seat on the stage, passing Sister Marjorie as she took over the podium. She gave him an encouraging nod of approval. He sat and glanced carefully at the front row, where the girls were still watching him thoughtfully.

It had been a few weeks since his epiphany. Once he had thought that the will of God was something chaste, that it had no room for earthly delights. That had all been changed when he had come across a strange thing in his old parish. Two fathers had been engaging in incestuous sex with their own daughters. He had naively tried to save them, until they showed him that they liked sex. That it was another pathway to God, perhaps the best one. Then they had shown him that path...

Lord, had they shown him. Lucas had to stop his face from becoming hot as the memories slid through his mind again. The tall athletic 18-year-old girls, their perfect forms bare, thrusting firm breasts. Hayley Holloway, blonde and innocent-looking. Miranda Wesley, her skin beautifully dark, her lips full and wet. Oh, those lips. He had felt both girl's lips, up and down his cock. All over his balls. Then Miranda's wet vagina, pounding on his member. The times he had cum, in Hayley's mouth, then Miranda's mouth, then Miranda's cunt.

Would he ever feel such rapture again?

By the grace of God, he thought, I will.

***

"And then Sister Mary said my artwork wasn't creative enough and I don't know how to be an artist and I don't like art anyway and I don't see why we have to do it and -- "

The girl stopped short as she noticed Father Bland's raised palm.

"Chelsea, how old are you?"

"I'm fifteen Father but I'll be sixteen soon and I'm going to have a birthday with cakes and balloons and lots of guests and I'll get a --"

The raised hand again.

"Chelsea, I think you should try to enjoy art now. When you're older there's lots of other things to work on, so enjoy art while you can. Now run along."

"Oh but Father I wanted to tell you -- "

"Run along back to class, Chelsea."

"Okay Father thank you."

He shook his head and got out the sermon he had to write for the next assembly. He wasn't sure where he was going with it, but he was hoping it would go better than his meetings had gone so far. He had not seen a single girl over the age of sixteen yet, all of which he had sent packing with a few wise words. As though a girl that young had any serious problems! Maybe a poster on the noticeboard would encourage older girls, he thought, chewing his pencil.

The sermon was progressing slowly when there was a knock at his door. He put the pencil down and called them in.

"Hello Father, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, of course. Shut the door. Please sit."

This girl was obviously older than the others. She was about as tall as he was, with long brown hair in a ponytail. Her face was bright and attractive, with big brown eyes. She was also very athletic, her legs long and toned as they emerged from her skirt, her waist and arms slim. Her breasts pushed out her shirt without being huge.

"Hello, I'm Father Bland. What's your name?"

"Diana Takchi, Father."

"Diana, well that's a nice name. And how old are you, Diana?"

"I'm eighteen."

"Very good."

He kept her chatting for a while about herself, watching her loosen up and sit more easily. She was really a very attractive girl, her skin flawless, her mouth mobile with pink lips and perfect teeth. She told him about how she was the Captain of the football team now that the previous girl had left to look after her sick father.

"That must be very hard for you."

"Oh, it's okay," Her face reddened. "Actually, I came to talk to you about something else."

"That's alright, we can talk about whatever you like," He leaned forward, keeping his posture open. "Don't hold back, I'm here for you."

"Well, you see, Father, I couldn't find my tennis racquet, and I thought it might be in the garage. So I went and had a look and couldn't see it, so I looked through all the stuff in there. My Dad has some boxes in there and..."

"Yes, Diana?"

""Well, I found some stuff in there. Like magazines, only they were weird."

"How were they weird? You can tell me."

"There were men and women," She went on slowly, her pretty face confused. "And they didn't have any clothes on. Or only little bits of clothes."

"I see. Go on."

"And the men had these things on them." She blurted.

"Things?" He asked, genuinely interested. "What sort of things, Diana?"

"Like, between their legs," She tried to demonstrate on her own lap. "Like they were growing these things down there."

He managed not to laugh. "What did these things look like, my child?"

"They were like a... pole, or sausage, thing. They were different sizes, some men had really big ones. Some... some of them were a bit bent, like a banana."

Oh merciful Lord, Bland thought, thank the Sisters for keeping these girls so innocent.

"In some pictures, well, the women were kissing the things. Or, like, putting them right in their mouth. I saw some pictures, Father, well...."

"Go on, Diana. You can tell me."

"The men's sausages had stuff coming out of them. This white stuff, like yoghurt or something. The women seemed to like it."

"I see."

"One woman was eating it."

"Diana, Diana," He let himself laugh lightly. "I know the sort of thing you mean. And trust me, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Are you sure, Father?" She said slowly. "It felt... sinful."

"Oh no, no no no, not at all. After all, this is your father we're talking about. Surely you don't think your father would do anything sinful?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"And doesn't the Bible say, 'honor thy father', my child?"

"Yes, it does." She said, smiling now.

"Well then, let's not worry about sin here. But tell me more about your father."

He listened attentively as the pretty teen described her father in broad, almost childish terms. It was obvious she loved and cared for him, yet understood almost nothing about him and could not even name his profession.

"And, apart from these magazines, does anything else worry you about your father?"

"Well, yes, I do worry sometimes," She said, much more at ease now. "See, he works from home, and sometimes when Mummy goes to work he asks me to swim in the pool with him. And he never does it when Mummy's there. And then he doesn't get in the pool at all, just watches me swimming instead. I think, well..."

"What do you think, Diana? You can tell me."

"I think maybe he's afraid of the water." She admitted.

He forced his laugh into a chuckle. "Oh, is that all? Oh, I'm sure we can help him with that."

"And one time, Father, he was watching me when I was in the shower."

"Really? Well, what do you feel about that?"

"I think," She said carefully, biting her lip. "That he's afraid of the water. Maybe he wants to see me in water so he can see its safe."

Father Bland burst into a coughing fit to cover up his natural reaction. He felt in his heart that it was time to take things to the next level.

"Diana, you must be at peace. I can help you to help your father. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Father, of course."

"Then the first thing we must do," He began, covering his excitement. "Is to get you past your concern about the magazines. I think the best way I can do that is with a practical demonstration."

"Okay."

"Now you know, Diana, that what we say and do in here is like a confession. I can't tell anybody, you can't tell anybody. It is a sacred trust, before God. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, Father." She said ardently.

"Do you honestly agree to work with me to help your father?"

"Yes, yes I do!"

"Then let us begin. Stay sitting right there."

Feeling the warmth of his faith in him, Lucas stood up in front of the beautiful young girl, looking down into her smiling and trusting countenance. There was a total confidence within now, radiating from the hot erection trapped in his pants.

"Now, you said you were worried about the 'sausage' you saw in the magazines. You have to know, my child, that every man has one of these appendages. They are called 'cocks', or 'dicks'. Now stay there, and do not be alarmed."

He enjoyed watching Diana's big brown eyes widen as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his erection out in front of her. It was about a foot from her face, throbbing and hard. Just showing it to her made him tingle all over with pleasure. She looked quite surprised now, her easy smile turned into open-mouthed amazement.

"This is my cock, Diana," He said. "You see, even priests like me have them."

"Oh, goodness," She breathed. "Yes, it's, yes it's the same, thing. Just yours is a bit, um, smaller."

"Yes, well, it is the same thing regardless."

"Is it always so, um, sticking-out, like that?" She asked tentatively.

"When God wills it to be so. Now, Diana, I want you to be comfortable with cocks, okay?"

"Um, okay." She answered, biting her lip.

"Good. I want you to touch my cock, my child."

"Oh. Really? I don't know..."

"If you want to help your father," He said sternly. "You will touch my cock."

Lucas watched gleefully as the teenager gathered up her courage and reached out to his twitching dick. He suppressed a gasp as the cool, smooth hand was laid on his hot flesh. 

"Yes, that's good, my child. No, leave your hand there. Try holding it properly, with your whole hand."

"It feels so warm, and hard," She looked up at him. "I'm not hurting you, am I, Father?"

"Oh no, Diana, not at all."

"Okay, good," She leaned closer to inspect his member, turning it this way and that to look. "I guess this seems alright."

"Yes, yes it does."

"Does the white stuff come out of this hole?" She was looking so closely he could feel her breath on the tip.

"Maybe later. Right now we should keep on getting you comfortable with cocks. Are you ready?"

"Yes Father." She said, giving his dick a little squeeze.

"Good girl. Now keep your hand there and I'll show you what to do. Move your hand up and down the cock, like this. Keep a good grip. Okay, keep going."

Diana continued to stroke his dick when he took his hands away, her face pouting in concentration. Her action was a little jerky but it still felt very nice. Lucas let his eyes look past to her delightful body in its cute uniform, especially the swell of her chest. Oh Lord, it felt so good to have this teenager pulling his member.

"That's very good Diana," He breathed. "Very good. This is called wanking, or jerking."

She giggled. "That's a funny word."

"Yes," He suppressed a moan of enjoyment. "Yes. Now when you jerk a man's cock, Diana, it feels quite nice. So don't be alarmed if he sounds like he's enjoying it."

"Okay. It is kinda fun." She said, stroking enthusiastically.

He let himself moan now, watching her smiling mouth, so close to his cock.

"The hole looks a bit wet," She said. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, its fine. Keep wanking the cock, my child, yes. Now, what else did you see in these -- ooo -- magazines?"

"Oh, well," She blushed. "Just men and women, with no clothes on. The women all seemed to be doing stuff with the men's, um, cocks."

"What sort of things?" He panted.

"Well, some, er, wanking," She giggled again. "And some of the women were putting the cocks in their mouths."

"Hmmm, oooh, yes. So I think the next thing we should do is to get your clothes off, my dear."

Her hand stopped moving. "Take my... clothes off?"

"Yes," He said gently. "It will show you that there is nothing sinful about your father's interests. And you can be naked in front of me, my child. I'm your priest."

"I... well, I guess so, Father. But I'm a bit... y'know, embarrassed."

"How about we start with an easy one. Just take your blouse off and see how you feel."

Diana still felt doubtful. She had always been brought up to trust any priest or nun. Still, Father Bland seemed very unusual for a priest, very lively and wanting to try new things. She certainly had no idea that he would be showing her parts of his body or getting her to touch them, even though it had been very interesting so far.

Shrugging, she let go of the hot cock and starting undoing her blouse, not meeting the Father's eyes. Surely he would laugh at her body. When all the buttons were unfastened she untucked it and slipped it off her shoulders, placing it carefully on the floor.

After a few moments of silence, she looked up at the priest standing over her. He was looking at her body and smiling, though not laughing. He was also stroking his cock himself now, with long slow squeezes. It looked even wetter on the hole at the end now.

"Very good," He said. "You look very healthy, Diana."

"Thank you, Father." She said awkwardly.

"Tell me, Diana, were the women in the magazines wearing bras?"

"Um, no, Father."

"Then I think you should take yours off," He said, wanking even slower. "Yes, yes, take it off please."

"Oh, well, um," She couldn't think of a reason not to: after all, he was like a doctor. "I guess so."

Lucas watched as the beautiful girl reached behind herself and unclipped her sensible bra, pulling it away from the lovely firm breasts. They were wonderfully rounded, with big brown nipples. Combined with the lean hard body already revealed, it made his cock throb painfully.

"Very good, my child," He said. "The Lord loves those who keep themselves healthy."

"Oh," She blushed. "I guess I just like sports."

"Well, I think you're ready for the next challenge, Diana. Do you feel more confident?"

"Um, I guess so," She forced herself to straighten up and not feel exposed. "I mean yes, yes I am."

"Good," He said, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Now, tell me again: what were the people in the magazines doing?"

"Um, they were all naked, and, um, the women were wanking the men's cocks, or putting them in their mouths, and stuff." She listed uncertainly.

"Well, then, I think you can guess what I would like you to do next."

"Um, no," She bit her lip. "Um, should I wank it some more?"

"Actually, Diana," He panted. "I'd like you to put my cock in your mouth."

"Oh," She looked at the throbbing erection in her face, eyebrows raised. "Oh, are you sure? I mean..."

"I'm very sure, my child," He brandished his dick closer to her lips. "It's the only way to conquer your fears."

"Actually, I'm not all that afra-"

"Diana, for the good of your soul, you must put my cock in your mouth."

"Um..."

"And for your father."

The wide brown eyes widened even more as she stared, as though hypnotised, by the twitching penis in front of her. She swallowed thickly and leaned forward slowly. Lucas felt hypnotised himself as he watched the moist pink lips open and the beautiful face approach his crotch.

He let out a long exhalation as the warm lips met the head of his cock, the hot breath washing over his tip. The teenager carefully opened her mouth wider, her brown eyes trying to look down at the member she was accepting. He watched delightedly as her lips closed on his shaft, the head of the cock inside her mouth. It felt so hot and wet, his glands resting on the softness of her tongue. She looked up at his face, as though for approval.

"Very good, Diana," He said truthfully, trying not to gasp. "Very good. Now don't put your teeth on it, keep them right away from the cock. Now tell me, don't move, just tell me: does it feel alright, yes or no?"

She seemed about to nod and stopped. "Mmm-hmm."

He gasped from the vibration of her mouth, so hot. "That's great," He croaked. "Now, how about you try licking the cock with your tongue? Carefully now, just lick the end."

Feeling very strange, Diana starting licking the end of the appendage in her mouth, watching Father Bland's face. He sure to be enjoying it as much as the men in the magazine, he was smiling and gasping. It was odd to be shirtless with part of someone else's body in her mouth, still she guessed it was doing her good. Anything that pleased a priest must be good.


Father Bland's Angels: Verse 01



The cock did taste a bit funny, she thought. At the end of it she thought she tasted a musty flavour, slightly salty. Intrigued, she tongued the hole in the tip, figuring that it must be where the yoghurt-stuff came out of. Father Bland moaned in pleasure when she did it, so she kept it up even harder, hoping to please him.

"Okay, okay, stop," The priest bleated, placing his hands on her bare shoulders. "Stop for a second. Whooo."

Diana released the cock and watched it twitching up and down in front of her. The end of it was wet with her spit and the whole thing looked even more inflated.

"Whoo-eee," The priest said weakly. "You sure are good at that."

"Am I?" She asked, pleased with herself. "Really?"

"Yes, yes indeedy," Father Bland replied, before taking a few deep breaths. "Yes indeed. Now, I think we need to try it again, just a little differently. Okay?"

"Yes, Father, if I have to. I'm ready."

"Good girl. Now, open your mouth. Stay still," He took hold of her head, feeling her soft hair under his fingers. The lovely mouth opened obediently. "Just stay right there."

Diana held herself still, the priest holding her head gently, her mouth open as if for the dentist. He was moving his hips forward towards her, bringing the rigid length of the cock closer. She watched it as it passed under her vision, knowing and yet still surprised when it pressed against her tongue. The strange taste was stronger now. It rubbed along her tongue, going back and back until she felt the hairs at its base tickle her nose. It sure felt much bigger in her mouth than it looked.

"Oh that feels good," The priest said, clutching her hair. "Yes, close your mouth, yes."

She obeyed, closing her lips on the springy flesh of the cock, feeling its heat. It was quite hard to stop her teeth from touching it, it seemed very large now. The tip was on the back of her tongue and she had to fight down the urge to cough. Her eyes were watering a little, though she couldn't see much except for the front of Father Bland's shirt anyway.

"Yes, now I want you to suck it, Diana," The priest said, his voice sounding strange. Feeling even weirder, she started sucking on it like an ice block, unable to stop her tongue licking at the strange surface as well. "Yes, now just relax and let me show you how to suck a cock."

She felt his hands get a different grip on her, then he was moving her whole head backward, so that the cock slid out of her lips. When it was almost completely out, he pulled her head back in. The cock slid back inside, leaving a dribble of her spit that she felt run down her chin. She made herself stay relaxed and keep up the suction as he continued manipulating her.

"Oooh yes," He groaned eventually. "Oh so good. Yes, lick the cock as you suck it, my child. Yes, like that. Oh, lick the end, lick the end. Unnh yes that's goood."

Diana couldn't understand what Father Bland was finding so enjoyable about the whole thing. Surely it was just like sucking your finger? He really seemed into it, though, the movement of her head was getting faster and faster.

"Oh God, Jesus, yes," He intoned. "Oh, now Diana, could you keep -- oooh - doing this without me -- uh - helping you?"

"Mmm-hmm-mmm." She hummed, her mouth still occupied.

The Father lifted his hands off her head. She paused for a second, suddenly possessed of a kind of stage fright, before pulling herself together. She was a competitive spirit, a sportsperson, and there was no way she was going to fail at something this easy! With gusto she started sucking the cock again, bobbing her head up and down its length, the force of her suction creating long slurping noises. Her tongue went wild over the thing, lashing at its sides and swiping at the hole at the tip each time she came up.

Lucas moaned as he watched the pretty, half-naked teen energetically sucking his dick, her lovely tits jiggled with her movements. He longed to grasp them, but didn't want to go too far too fast. He could barely believe how good it felt, almost as good as the first blowjob he had gotten from Hayley Holloway. Diana was a little less experienced, occasionally he felt a little brush of tooth. Still, it was a warm wet and eager mouth, clutching his cock with soft lips.

Oh Lord, it was too much, he could feel the blessed sperm rushing up from his balls. He clenched his muscles, shoving himself into the teenage face a few more times just to prolong the enjoyment.

"Oh, stop, stop, Diana, yes!"

He pulled out of the heavenly mouth and with a shout of ecstasy, released his cum. A thick jet of it splattered across the perfect young tits, followed by another and another, making her squeal in surprise. He gasped and panted with the force of the pleasure, feeling a brilliant glow from within as he watched his cum spray her.

"Oh Diana," He said, grabbing the desk to stay upright. "Oh that was marvellous."

She was looking down at herself with an expression between dismay and fascination.

"It's the yoghurt." She said wonderingly.

"Yes, yes it is," He fought to get his breath back. "Yes, we call it 'cum', my child."

"Cum?" She repeated. "Gee, cum sure feels warm. And it's all sticky. Look, it's stuck to my hand."

"Yes, yes it is," Lucas said, watching the teenager playing with his sperm as it ran down her breasts. "Why don't you taste it?"

"Oh, um..." She looked at the stringy goo on her fingers. "Um, is it safe?"

"Oh yes, it's good for you. Go on, lick it up, I don't mind."

"Hmm, it tastes funny," She said, licking her hand. "It's... not that nice. Kind of yucky."

He watched her lick a few more globs of cum, making little faces of distaste each time. My God, he thought, thank you for these girls. Truly you have blessed the world with them. Thinking so, he pulled up his pants and put away his slimy cock.

"Now, Diana, we should get you cleaned up. Then I can tell you how you can help your father."

"Oh, great," She said, sitting unashamedly with her bare, soiled chest out. "What can I do Father? I so want to help Daddy."

"I think you have the skills, my child. I'll tell you exactly what to do, and what to say, and I'll give you some clothes to help you."

He told her this as he dabbed at her chest with some tissues, making sure his hands brushed against the firm young flesh as much as possible.

"Oh, that tickles, Father," She giggled. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Yes, my child," He said happily. "This is God's work."

***

Joe Takchi was sitting in his study, pretending to work on his manuscript as he thought about sex. He was writing yet another technical manual for his company's electronic equipment and was well ahead of schedule, so it didn't really matter if he wasted some time. His wife Sally had gone to work at her late shift an hour ago and if his daughter had been out, he would've watched some porn. As it was, he was stuck.

It was about five in the afternoon and outside his window it looked like a lovely day. Maybe he should ask Diana if she'd like to have a swim? No. In his heart, he knew it was a bad idea. Ever since his wife's interest in sex had dried up, Joe had found himself transferring more and more of his lust to their daughter. True, she was absolutely beautiful, athletic and unconsciously sexy -- but she was his only child, his flesh and blood. He could never act on it, no matter what fantasies he might have.

Trying to focus on the work was hopeless. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so he reached under the desk and started rubbing the half-stock he had. His mind ranged around for something to think of, staying well away from his daughter. What about that girl who worked in the drive-through the other night? The young one with the long blonde hair and the blue eyes and the tits that pushed out her tight little uniform shirt-

"Daddy?" He jolted upright as Diana spoke from the doorway. She looked stunning as usual, wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a blouse tied up so that it showed off her washboard stomach. Her big brown eyes regarded him innocently.

"Oh, hello sweetie," He tried not to stammer. "Sorry, must have drifted off for a second."

"Oh, sorry Daddy."

"No, that's okay, sweetie. What's up? Are those new clothes?"

He took a long, long look at the skimpy garments and the flesh they left exposed. Usually his wife dressed their daughter in much more conservative fashions.

"Yeah," She looked embarrassed. "Yeah, I borrowed them from someone at school. Don't tell Mummy, okay?"

"Okay, sweetie. They look... nice."

"Yeah, they're much cooler," He thought her voice sounded a little stilted, strange. "Don't you feel hot today, Daddy?"

"Yeah, a bit hot," He agreed, feeling the heat in his groin. "Do you want the air-con on?"

"No, it's okay," She took a little breath. "I thought you might, uh, like to go for a swim."

He caught his eyes wandering over the lovely stomach and lean thighs, forcing his gaze back to her face. "Oh, I don't know, sweetie. Daddy's got a lot of work to do."

"Oh," She said, obviously saddened. "Oh, but I really want to. Are you sure, Daddy?"

"Yes," He said, knowing it was for the best. "I've got to work."

"But I've got a new swimsuit," She said. "I borrowed it too. I wanted you to see it."

Joe felt saliva flood his mouth. "Oh, well, um."

"It's really nice," She went on. "It's not like my one. It's a bikini."

"Really?" He croaked. "Well, I don't know..."

"Okay," She said quickly. "I'm going for a swim anyway. You can come down later, if you like."

Joe watched as his daughter's barely-clad ass disappeared out of the doorway, leaving him sitting with his cock twitching in his shorts. The sight of her bare stomach and thighs seemed burned into his vision like the glare of the sun. What would that body look like in a bikini? He remembered the one time he had dared to sneak a look through the bathroom door when she was showering, catching only glimpses of the lean hard body. It had been enough to fuel weeks of half-shameful frantic masturbation.

Surely he deserved to see this lovely creature, who he had created, in a bikini? He, who had provided a faithful family for her even though it had become totally sexless, surely he deserved some pleasure. Would it be hurting anyone if he watched, if he jerked off later over and over again? No, he decided, ignoring the dissenting voices within. No. It was his right to go to the pool and watch her.

Joe got up and looked down at the front of his shorts. The slight bulge there wasn't that noticeable. He was a fit guy in his late thirties, attractive and well-built with a thick head of brown hair. His daughter had inherited her love of sports from him and he still liked to keep himself fit and active. Swallowing down his excitement, he headed downstairs and over to the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. Outside he could see the three deck chairs next to the pool, with Diana's towel over one of them.

The door slid open and he stepped gingerly onto the hot tiles, looking around. There was a little splash from the pool and he headed over to it. He was only a few feet away when Diana emerged from the water, hauling herself up on the edge of the pool. He stopped dead, his mouth falling open.

His beautiful eighteen year old daughter lifted herself up with her strong arms, water cascading from her long brown hair. Her breasts were squeezed between her arms, perfectly round. She lifted herself out of the pool and stood on the tiles, dripping water as she smiled at him.

She was barely dressed at all. Her nipples were covered by a strip of tight red material that circled her torso and looked in peril of falling off completely. A tiny triangle of red covered her crotch, held by two thin red strings that ran over her hips. As she turned to pick up her towel, he saw that the red string vanished between the firm globes of her ass, which were totally bare. She gave her hair a rub with the towel, making the juicy flesh of her chest shimmy in the sunlight.

"Hello Daddy," She said cheerfully. "I'm so happy you came down."

"Guh..." He blurted.

"Do you like my new suit?" She asked, dropping the towel and twirling on the spot. Glittering droplets flew off the flawless body like diamonds.

"Glewh... Wuh?"

"Here, come and have a swim with me." She said, walking towards him. He couldn't help but notice the way the muscles in her legs moved so gracefully, her gleaming abs flexing.

"Uh, I don't have a, uh, suit, uh..." He garbled, unable to take his eyes off her body. God, how had this creature come out of his sperm, how had his genes made such a goddess?

"That's okay," She said, standing very close to him. He could smell the pool water on her body. "Here, just take this off."

She was holding the bottom of his shirt. Before he could complain, Diana was pulling it up and he automatically took over and slipped it over his head. He looked down at her, feeling very nervous in her presence. Somehow, he could tell she was nervous, too.

"Maybe you should take your shorts off too," She said. "Um, you know, so they don't get wet?"

"Um, I don't know," He said feebly. "Um, sweetie..."

"Here." His daughter said and sank into a crouch in front of him. Her fingers found the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down his legs. He was left with only his thin boxers over the bulge of his excited crotch, mere inches from her face. He noticed Diana glance at it, before she looked up at him and smiled.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"Oh yes." He breathed.

"Then let's jump in!" She giggled, standing up and diving perfectly into the pool. Joe had to shake himself before launching himself eagerly into the water, nowhere near as gracefully as she had. He came up spluttering, looking around for her. The water felt cool on his hot body. In the thin boxers, he felt as though he was naked.

Another hot body pressed against his back and strong legs wrapped around his hips.

"Got you, Daddy!" Diana said happily in his ear.

He grabbed her legs automatically, loving how they felt under his hands, so toned and smooth. He could feel the press of her breasts on his back.

"Ah, you got me," He said, trying to sound normal. "You're too sneaky for me."

She laughed and released him, swimming around him easily. She looked completely majestic in the water, her eyes sparkling.

"You see, Daddy?" She said. "It's nice to swim with me."

"It sure is." He replied.

"So you're okay with being in the pool?"

"Yes, of course, sweetie," He was having trouble avoiding looking at the sensational body under the surface. "It's very nice."

"That's great!" She said, still seeming nervous. He was standing awkwardly, unsure of what to do, knowing he should say or do something normal. He was still debating when his daughter swam up to him and pushed her body against his front.

"Oh Daddy," She said. "It's so nice to see you in the water."

"It's uh, nice to see you too." He said clumsily. He was sure she must be able to feel the erection in his boxers, its felt like it was squashed against her thigh. He glanced down, seeing the curves of her bust flattened on his chest. They felt very warm.

"I, uh," He mumbled. "Maybe I should, uh, get out, sweetie."

"No, Daddy-"

"No sweetie, I feel a bit, um..."

"It's okay, Daddy," She said softly. "I can help you."

Joe gasped as he felt his daughter's hand smoothly close around the hard length of his boner, the underwear so thin that it might as well have not been there. He was as hard as he ever remembered being, feeling her fingers close around the thickness of his shaft. He looked into her eyes, which were studying his own face. She was smiling, as though she had won something.

"Di, what are you doing?"

"It's okay, Daddy," She whispered. "I want to help you."

The little hand was squeezing his dick, rubbing it up and down. The feeling was incredibly intense, he moaned aloud.

"No, don't." He panted.

"Let me help you, Daddy," She soothed. "I know you want to."

He moaned again as she jerked him faster, her tits rubbing his chest in time with her hand. Her free hand took his hand and shoved it against her butt. Reflexively he grasped it, groaning it ecstasy as he felt the young ass cheek in his palm.

"Oh God," He moaned. "Oh, stop, Di, stop. Please stop."

"No Daddy," She whispered, her face very close to his. "Let me do it. Let me wank your cock."

"Oh God." He said again, unable to even let go of her ass. It was just too good, the tight little body of his daughter up against his hot skin, the motion of her hand on his rigid flesh. She was smiling at him still, her beautiful face framed by her gleaming wet hair.

"Stop sweetie," He was saying, though he didn't want to. "We can't, we can't do this."

"Yes we can, Daddy," She said matter-of-factly. "It's good for you."

"No, stop it."

"I want to suck your cock, Daddy," She said, as though talking about some everyday activity. "Would you like me to suck it?"

"No, no, stop," He said, though he could move away. "No, we have to stop."

She was moving away from him instead, except for her hand, which maintained it grasp on his erection. He followed dumbly, wading through the water. She was leading him by the dick, smiling like they were playing a game. When they reached the edge she slapped the tiles with her free hand.

"Sit up here, Daddy."

"No, Di, you need to listen to me. We have to stop."

Her hand left his cock, but only so she could pull at his shorts, yanking them down his thighs under the water. If he had thought the feel of her hand was blissful before, the feel of it on his bare boner was totally incredible. The flimsy shorts floated down his legs as she started stroking the throbbing cock, still smiling sweetly.

"Oh Daddy," She said patiently. "Just sit up here. Just give it a try."

"No, no, we can't," He protested, even as he pulled himself up onto the edge. "No. stop."

She ignored him. He was sitting now with his legs in the water, his inflamed cock sticking straight up in the air. His daughter was between his thighs, her breasts against his skin, smiling down at his cock.

"Wow, Daddy, your cock is so much bigger."

"Um, what?" He said faintly, his head spinning.

"I mean, um, bigger than I expected," She giggled nervously. "It looks really good."

"Uh, thanks," He stammered. "I mean, no, sweetie, we-"

"Sssh, Daddy. I want to suck your cock."

"No, stop it-"

"I want to suck out the cum."

"No-ooooo-oooaahh."

His denial became a cry of wordless enjoyment as Diana kissed the end of his cock and sucked the head into her mouth. He felt her tongue licking at the glands, probing at the eye of his penis as her lips sealed under his flange. The sensation was unbelievable. He had never understood sensations being described as electric before, now he felt as though she had blown every fuse in his body. It was a power surge of pleasure, rocketing up his cock.

Diana used one of her hands to grip the base of the cock, the other grasped his thigh to steady herself as she drew the erection further into her mouth. She was amazed at the length and width of her father's cock, so much bigger than Father Bland's. She didn't know if she'd be able to suck it properly, her jaw was stretched wide already. She was also amazed at how Father Bland had known exactly what would happen -- how her father would argue at first, then let her help him. Father Bland must really be guided by God!

Speaking of God, her own father seemed to be saying the Lord's name quite a lot. She had been told to expect this, so ignored it. Instead she concentrated on getting more of the big cock into her mouth, sucking hard and licking it the way Father Bland had told her to. It was much more difficult, the cock was reaching all the way to the back of her mouth and she still hadn't reached where her hand was holding it. There was no way she was going to get as much of it in.




Father Bland's Angels: Verse 01



The head of her father's cock went into her throat and she had to fight not to choke on it. She wasn't going to get any more in, so she had a sudden idea instead. Maybe she could wank it and suck it at the same time! She pulled her head back along the stiff appendage and started moving her hand up and down the bottom of the shaft. At the same time she bobbed her head on the end, enjoying the feeling as she kissed her own hand when they met in the middle. Spit had run past her stretched lips and made her hand glide easily on the skin.

"Ohhh, sweet Jesus," Her father cried, thrashing about. If she hadn't been warned by Father Bland, she would have thought he was in pain. "Ohhhh God God God oooo!"

It was really quite fun to suck and wank the cock like this, Diana thought cheerfully. It was a bit of a physical test. She could feel the well-toned muscles in her neck and arms working, her jaw straining to stay open so wide. Her father's cock tasted nicer than the priest's had, maybe bigger ones tastes better?

"Uhhh, sweetie, sweetie, you have to stop," Her father was saying, his hands at her shoulders. "You have to stop."

"Nnn-nnnh." She murmured around his dick. She looked up at him happily, sucking just the head of his cock as she wanked the powerful length of it. He looked so flushed and sweaty, as if he'd run a marathon.

"You're gonna make me, uh, oooh, you're gonna make me, um, ooooo..." He trailed off as he shook in rapture, his head thrown back and mouth wide open. Diana was wondering what she was going to make him do when his cock throbbed in her hand and a gush of cum, unbelievably hot, burst into her mouth.

Reflexively she pulled her head back, coughing as it filled her throat. She felt more hot sprays of the goo hit her in the face and neck, her father practically howling. When she got control of herself and tried to open them, she found that one of them was glued shut with her father's cum. She looked up at him with one eye, smiling.

Joe stared down at his daughter between his thighs, almost weeping with the force of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. He'd never felt his cum go on shooting for so long, and so many squirts. Diana's face was plastered in it, her breasts splattered, the pool water marked with little floating globules. Somehow he felt as though he still had an erection, his dick still standing up stiff and leaking semen out its hole.

"Oh, Daddy, so much cum!" She exclaimed happily, actually clapping her hands. Joe noticed that her bikini top had come off during her blowing him. His eyes stuck to her incredible round tits, speckled with drops of both water and jizz.

Without even thinking, his hands went to those sexy young tits, grasping them eagerly. They each fit neatly into his hands, just big enough to be a large handful, so firm and youthful. She squealed and giggled.

"Daddy! That tickles!" She shrieked gaily. He ignored her, letting his thumbs move over her nipples, feeling how rubbery and warm they were. The unbelievable boner he had was throbbing painfully, as though he hadn't cum at all. One of his hands went to the back of her head, sinking into the silky wet hair.

"Suck me," He growled, pulling her head down again. "Suck Daddy's cock, sweetie. Yes, yes, suck it."

Her mouth closed on his dick again, sucking hard, her tongue repeating the magic movements that had made him explode so powerfully. His control was totally taken away by the feel of his daughter's tit in his hand, he pushed her head down into his lap, hearing her splutter and gag on his length. He was shoving it deeper inside her, forcing himself into her throat.

After a few beautiful moments he released her, watching her cough as she came up from his dick. He pulled her closer to him, pulling her body up against his balls, spreading his legs around her. His cock was between her tits and he moaned as he took hold of them, squeezing them over his erection. The wet teenage flesh felt heavenly as it covered the shaft.

"Uhhh God..." He groaned.

"Ow, Daddy," She squirmed. "That's a bit rough."

"Sshh!" He demanded, squeezing and rubbing the perfect tits on himself, forcing her to grab his legs to keep her balance. "Yeah, fucking great tits."

"What, Daddy? I don't know what you-"

"Ssshh, sweetie," He let his cock spring out from the heavenly valley. "Suck it now, suck my cock. Suck it like before. Yes, jerk it, jerk it and suck it, yeah."

The suction of her mouth was amazing, the slurping sounds of her attentions making him even more turned on. Her movements made her tits bounce in his hands and he relaxed his grip so he could feel them move around in his palms. Her nipples, which had hardened up into little brown buds, brushed his skin and made him moan in pleasure.

God, it was so good. Even his legs were electrified by the feeling of her lean body between his calves. She was wanking him hard and fast, sucking and licking his cockhead enthusiastically, making little moans of effort.

"Uh yeah," He grunted. "Yeah, gonna cum again, oh God!"

Diana pulled her head away, still wanking him hard. He clutched the firm teen tits hard as she yanked him to orgasm. He cried out, almost screaming as hot sperm geysered from his dick, splattering over his hands and the breasts he held. Gasping, he watched the jets of cum leap onto Diana's already soaked face and chest.

"Oh Daddy," She giggled, squinting through the mask of cream. "That was fun!"

"Oh my God," He panted. "What have I done?"

***

Lucas was sitting in his office, humming tunelessly as he wrote out a message for the student notices. It was a few days since he had seen Diana Takchi and he still felt very good, warmed by the memory of her. He was also curious as to what had happened between her and her father, though he assumed all had gone well. It was, after all, the will of God.

He glanced at the clock. 2:15. Still plenty of time before the end of the school day. It had been quite a slow day, working away on his various newsletter entries and pamphlets, and proof-reading some teaching ideas to make sure they were in line with Christian thinking.

And I especially urge those students who are over the age of eighteen, who have any questions regarding family relationships, to come and see me, he wrote. I have many practical ideas that can teach you to handle the hard and sticky areas of life.

He was thinking about how to continue -- and Diana's breasts -- when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in!" He called genially, arranging himself in an open posture.

The short, yet imposing figure of Sister Marjorie bustled into his office. She was hustling someone in front of her. Lucas' interest soared as he recognised the girl from one of the senior classes he had visited.

"We are very sorry to trouble you, Father," The nun declared, her face crimson. "This is Heather. Heather, say hello to Father Bland."

"Hello, Father."

Lucas let himself take in the girl before speaking. She was taller than Sister Marjorie, slender, with an ample chest. In fact, her school blouse may have been bought before she blossomed, as the buttons seemed rather stretched. Her hair was a cheerful bright blonde, pulled into two cute pigtails. She had a very cute, cheerful face, though at the moment she wore an expression of shame, her blue eyes downcast.

"Hello Heather," He said gently. "What can I do for you ladies?"

"Heather is here to speak to you, Father," The nun drummed out like a drill sergeant. "About her absolute disregard for the word of the Lord."

He studied the cute face, the little button nose and pink cheeks. "Is this true, Heather?"

The girl mumbled inaudibly.

"Speak up!" Marjorie commanded.

"I didn't mean to." Heather managed.

"Don't you lie to the Father, now," The sister said. "God will see your lies, here more than anywhere."

Lucas raised a placating hand. "Let's just wait a second, Sister. Heather, how old are you?"

"Eighteen." She mumbled.

"Oh, then this is very serious," He said. "Very serious. Sister, I need to speak with Heather alone, if you don't mind."

"Of course not, Father."

"Please close the door. Okay, Heather," He said when they were alone, the girl still standing dejectedly. "What happened?"

"I'm really sorry," She said, her lip trembling. "I just said... um, Sister Grace said we were going to do Bible readings, and, um..."

"Yes? What did you say?"

"Um, like, my friend Vanessa sits next to me, and... I said to her... I didn't feel like reading the Bible."

"Yes?"

"And Sister Grace heard me!" She blurted, getting closer to tears. Lucas almost grinned as he realised that this was the extent of her crime. Just in time he forced himself into a frown of consternation.

"Well, I agree with the Sisters. This is most serious, my child."

"But I didn't mean it!" She wailed.

"That is not the issue, child," He overrode her sternly. "The issue is your... very serious blasphemy. Yes, that'll do. Blasphemy!"

"Oh!" To his amazement, she sank to her knees. "Please forgive me, Father!"

He couldn't pass this up. He jumped to his feet and strode around the desk, keeping his face very stern. Inside he was overjoyed to have the cute little teenager kneeling in front of him. Still, it was probably not a good idea to just whip out his cock.

Instead he placed a hand on the soft blonde head, imagining pulling it into his crotch. She looked up at him with watery eyes.

"Be at peace, my child," He said. "I can help you to find the forgiveness of God."

"Yes! Yes please help me Father." She grabbed his legs in desperation.

"You will need to confess your sins to me." He said, waving towards the new confessional in the far corner of the room.

"Oh, of course, of course." She said, already smiling in relief.

"Just a minute, Heather. This will be a different sort of confession to what you are used to."

"I'll do anything, Father. Anything."

"That's a good girl, very good," He gestured towards the confessional. "Let me hear your confession now."

When she was seated in the dimness of the confessional, Heather began to feel better. She was certain that with Father Bland's help, she would get past the terrible sins that she had committed. Why had she ever said that about the Bible? She must have known it was wrong.

The screen slid open, revealing the outline of the priest's head.

"Yes, my child?" He intoned.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," She began the familiar words. "It has been two days since my last confession."

"Go on, my child."

"I... um... I did a terrible blasphemy Father. I... uh... said I didn't want to read the Bible, but I didn't mean it."

"I see," His voice came sternly through the screen. "That is a most serious sin. Do you know what Jesus said about those who commit this sin?"

"Um, no, Father."

"Jesus said unto them: 'those that say that they are unwilling to read my words, they must be inspected for sins by my priests.'"

"Oh," Heather said, trying to remember this passage from her many readings of the Good Book. "I don't remember that, Father, sorry. Where is it?"

"It's in a special book, one for priests only," He said quickly. "Now, are you willing to obey the words of Jesus and be forgiven?"

"Oh yes, Father, of course." She gushed.

"Then kneel facing the screen, my child," His voice seemed kinder now. "And prepare for your inspection."

Heather knelt on the floor, surprised by the padded cushion she felt under her knees. She noticed that the wall in front of her had a strange decoration like three circles, one lower than the other two. As she looked at them, she heard the sliding of another screen and the circles opened, showing the dim chamber of the priest beyond.

"Father?" She asked.

"Sssh, quiet, my child. Now, don't be alarmed, I'm going to inspect you."

Heather gasped quietly as the priest's hand came through the bottom hole, about level with her mouth. She watched it reach down and gasped again, louder, as the questing fingers found her right breast.

"Ooh, Father, what are you doing?" She asked tremulously as the hand rubbed her big breast, squeezing its firm curves through her school blouse.

"I'm inspecting you. Now stay still."

Heather obeyed, staying still and biting her lip as Father Bland's hand migrated to her left breast, squeezing it roughly and giving it little shakes. She tried not to make her disquiet audible as the hand moved back and forth on her chest, rubbing and wobbling. She thought she could hear the priest breathing heavily. She didn't know what he was looking for, but it seemed to be quite difficult.

"Father?" She asked. "Is it okay?"

"Huh?" The priest mumbled. "Oh, oh yes, well. I can't tell, my child. I think your clothing is blocking my... uh... priest powers, yes. Take them off."

Heather felt her nerves soar, even as she was happy he had taken his hand away.

"My clothes?"

"Yes. Just your shirt and bra should do it. Take them off now please."

"Um... Father, do I have-"

"Heather," He interrupted angrily. "For the sake of your soul, you must take your top off now. Jesus commands it!"

"Okay," She said meekly. "Yes, Father."

Feeling very strange, Heather unbuttoned her school blouse and stripped it off, putting it on the seat. She unclipped her bra and put it aside as well. It was very weird to look down and see her bare breasts in the dim light of the confessional.

"Are you ready yet, Heather?" He asked impatiently.

"Um, yes, Father but -- oooh!"

She shivered as his cool hand took hold of her left breast, now with nothing between them. She thought she heard him make a strange groaning sound as his fingers squeezed her bare flesh. Another gasp escaped her as the hand found her nipple and pinched it, a wave of electric sensation running down her body.

"Oooh, Father, it feels funny!"

"Sssh, Heather. Hmmm, yesss, very nice," He was mumbling, his hand mauling both her breasts. "Yes, so young and firm."

"Father? What do you mean?"

"Sssh."

Heather bit her lip and tried to ignore the odd feeling of her chest being pushed, pulled and massaged. She also tried to ignore the priest's heavy breathing and muttering.

"Heather?" He said eventually, still squeezing her right boob.

"Um, yes, Father?" She squeaked.

"Well, uh, Heather, I, uh. Well, I think you need to perform an act of contrition, um, yes that's it. I think you should do it right now."

"Should I pray, Father?"

"No, uh, I mean yes, but not right now," He stuttered. "I think you need to... um... receive the... er... juice of, um, forgiveness."

"The juice of forgiveness?" She asked wonderingly.

"Yes, it's, uh, the only way to save your soul. Yes, that's right."

"What is it, Father?" She asked, distracted enough to not notice the fingers clutching at her chest.

"It's a juice," He paused. "That will bring you forgiveness. Yes. You will have to suck the juice out, um... from the, uh, rod of... holiness."

"What's that?"

"I'll show you," He said, then laughed in a strange way. "Stay where you are and I'll show you, yes."

Heather stayed kneeling, letting out a sigh of relief as Father Bland withdrew his hand back through the hole. She heard a sound like a zipper along with the priest's heavy breathing. She was watching the hole in the dim light when a strange object appeared in it, moving forward. It looked like a sausage, as though it was made of meat, with a shiny dome-like end. She could see a hole in the end of it. It was the weirdest thing she had ever seen.

"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed. "What is it?"

"It's the rod of, um, holiness, yes. Now put it in your mouth, Heather."

Her face screwed up in disgust. "Oh, Father, do I have to? It looks weird."

"Yes, you have to," He snapped. "You have to suck it, Heather. Now put it in your mouth, or you'll go to hell."

"Oh no!" She squeaked, her cute face pouting in horror. She moved her face closer to the thing, slowly opening her mouth. She could smell a slight musty odour coming from it.

"I promise I'll read the Bible! I'll be good, Father." She pleaded.

"It's too late. Now suck this di-, I mean, rod. Suck the rod, Heather."

Heather shuffled closer on her knees. The rod was right in front of her face, moving in little twitches. It looked really gross up close, all covered in little ridges. If it hadn't been for her guilt, she would have run away. But she had to give penance for her blasphemy, had to endure this for Jesus.

Her lips touched the end of the rod. It felt rubbery and warm, surprising her. She held it between her lips and gave a little suck, like on an ice block. At the same time, she heard Father Bland gasp loudly.

"Yes, very good, unh," She heard the priest say. "Now put it further in your mouth, child. Don't put your teeth on it. Oooh yes, yes."

The cute blonde teenager braced herself against the wall and wiggled her lips down the shaft of the rod, letting the smooth end go past her teeth and onto her tongue. She was unable to stop her curious tongue from licking at it, especially the ridge of the domed end, where it felt oddly springy. She wondered what it was made from. It tasted oddly salty, kind of like sweat.

She could hear Father Bland, sounding like he was praying fervently. At least he kept saying 'Jesus' and 'God' a lot. She sucked on the thing and licked at it, hoping she was doing the right thing. She felt very strange though, kneeling in a confessional with no top on, sucking on a weird object. She certainly hadn't expected this when she got up this morning!

"Now, ooo, Heather," She heard the priest say. "Stay there, you're doing great. But I have to help you get the cu-, I mean, juice out. Now I'm going to hold your head, you just stay still."

Heather had her eyes open, so she saw the two hands reach through the two higher holes in the wall. They gently took hold of her head, moving around until the fingers met her pigtails. She felt the priest take careful hold of her pigtails as he moaned, she guessed in some sort of holy rapture.

She moaned herself, in surprise, when the rod suddenly moved forward into her mouth, pushing almost to the back of her tongue. The priest's hands held her head in place as the rod was withdrawn slowly, almost to its tip, before being shoved back inside. She moaned in feeble protest as the process continued, trying to keep her mouth open around the penetrating lump. The grip on her pigtails was almost painful as the rod's thrusts pushed her head back over and again.

"Oh God, oh God, oooh yes," Father Bland was saying. "Ooooh yes suck it, suck it harder, God ye-e-es!"

The pretty eighteen-year-old face tried to obey, slurping at the now-very-wet pole, feeling her own spit running down her chin and neck. The priest seemed to be speaking in tongues, moaning and crying out, the whole confessional shaking. Heather's world seemed to focus entirely on the thing penetrating her face, hoping that soon she would pass the test and be forgiven.

"Oh God," She heard him cry. "Oh God, here it comes, here it comes!"

She dimly wondered what he meant when the rod convulsed between her lips and her mouth was flooded with a horrible thick liquid, like sticky cream, tasting salty and gross. She would have retched if she wasn't still held in place, forced to keep letting the spurting rod into her mouth, more and more of the yucky stuff squirting out of it. She couldn't help it, she had to swallow. It was hard to get down, almost choking her, then she had to swallow again to get rid of another disgusting mouthful.

Then she found herself released, the rod pulled from her mouth. She sagged back against the bench, coughing, eyes watering. She swallowed repeatedly and couldn't get rid of the taste, which made her cough even more. Her whole face felt wet, when she looked down she could see that her spit had run all down her chest, making her breasts shiny.




Father Bland's Angels: Verse 02



 Hi, all sexual characters are described as being over 18. Thanks.

*****

Sergei was finishing off the grassed areas in the quadrangle of Mrs Strictland's College, his trimmer neatly cutting the edges with the ease of long experience. It was a warm morning and despite his fitness - for his age - his uniform shirt felt prickly. The school was quiet, classes hadn't started yet and only a few students walked about. Even better, his colleague Mark was off fixing some shelves. Sergei finished the edges and clicked off the trimmer, standing and enjoying the peace.

"I find it very heartening," A male voice said off to Sergei's side. "Your relationship has obviously improved by leaps and bounds."

Sergei glanced around and saw Father Bland, the school chaplain, walking with a pretty senior student. She was looking at the priest with naked admiration.

"Oh, it's so wonderful, Father," She said. "Daddy and I are so much closer now."

"That's very good, Diana. You've done well."

"It's all the things you've taught me, Father. I couldn't have done it without you."

"It is only through your faith that you have won, my child."

"And your help. That thing with my tongue-"

"Now now," The priest interrupted. "Let's not discuss that here. Suffice to say, you have done very well. I am most proud of you."

Sergei realized he was looking at the girl and averted his eyes, embarrassed. She was very beautiful, with long dark hair and an athletic frame. Neither the priest nor the girl seemed to notice he was there.

"So does this mean that our sessions are finished, Father?" The girl asked tentatively.

"For the moment, perhaps. I still think we might need to work on your fears some more. But not right away. I want you to enjoy your time with your father."

"I will, Father, for sure." She said, bobbing on her toes happily.

"Now run along, child. I'll see you later."

The priest watched the teen skip away, then seemed to notice Sergei standing there.

"Ah, Sergei, how are you?"

"Fine, Father." He replied gruffly.

"Yes, yes, fine indeed. It's going to be a fine day, I think," The priest looked up at the sky with a serene smile. "We must thank the Lord. Have a good day, Sergei."

The maintenance man nodded, though the priest was already walking away. Sergei watched him go, wondering how he stayed in such a pleasant mood. Then he shrugged and headed to the maintenance shed. He decided he liked the priest, even if the celibacy thing was beyond him.

***

Sister Marjorie looked around the classroom with her face set in her usual grin. It was not a reassuring look, in fact it only just escaped bared-teeth territory. She was not an attractive woman, something that obviously did not worry her, though she often felt some resentment towards the beautiful young things she taught.

"So, we've discussed some of the most luminous Popes in history. Can anyone tell me who the current Pope is?"

She looked around the room, seeing most of the hands go up. One hand that didn't belonged to a slim, very attractive blonde girl in the back row. Her face, framed by sheets of golden hair, was both beautiful and entirely vacant. This was Sienna Dean, whom the nun disliked the most. The girl at the next desk was a perfect copy of her, her identical twin Jenna. The two girls were whispering to each other.

"Sienna Dean," She intoned. "Perhaps you'd like to answer the question?"

The teenager didn't even look surprised, her brilliant blue eyes regarding the nun with a friendly, unashamed happiness. "Um, like, no."

"Well, I'd like you to have a try."

The blue eyes stared at the nun, or at least in her general direction. The slow process of her brain was nearly visible.

"Um, the Pope?"

"Yes, Sienna," Sister Marjorie said as some girls tittered. "Yes, the Pope is the current Pope. But what is his name?"

"Um, like, um. Um. Justin Bieber?"

"What?" Sister Marjorie exploded. "What?"

"Um, Justin Bieber. Right?" The girl looked at her innocently, or at least emptily.

"No, that is not right. Why would you ever think that is right?"

"I saw it on TV," Sienna replied, not at all moved by the nun's fury. "It said he was Top of the Popes."

"Pops!" The nun erupted. "That boy is top of the pops!"

The identical girls burst out giggling. "And what is so funny?" The nun demanded.

"'Pops' is what Grandpa calls passing wind!" Jenna gasped in mirth. The whole room descended into giggling now as Sister Marjorie felt her blood rush to her face.

"Right, that is it. You two can come with me."

The two blonde beauties timidly came to the front and were ushered into the hall by the nun, still trying not to giggle. She herded them imperiously down the hall, passing several classrooms before they reached a rich wooden door with a plate that read 'Chaplain'. Sister Marjorie knocked, grinning unpleasantly at the twins. A male voice from inside called for them to come in.

Father Bland was sitting behind his desk, a sheaf of paper in front of him and a half-empty cup of coffee. He had been trying to write a sermon that would convince more senior girls to visit his office and not getting anywhere. When the door opened he fixed a fake smile in place, yet it evolved into a real one as the nun ushered the two lovely blonde creatures into his office.

"Hello, Sister," He began. "What can I do for you?"

"Good morning Father," She responded, her voice tense with anger. "I have brought two girls to see you who are in desperate need of the Lord's guidance."

"Hello ladies," Bland directed at them, though they wouldn't meet his eyes. "What has been the problem, Sister?"

"They have been talking in class. And they couldn't name the Pope. The Pope! I ask you."

"Well, that is unfortunate," He mused, running his eyes over their slim young frames. "How old are you, ladies?"

"Answer the Father!" The nun barked. One of them mumbled that they were eighteen.

"Aha," He said. "Well, Sister, I think I'd like to talk to the girls in private."

The nun backed out, her face triumphant, closing the door behind her. The priest looked the girls over, taking in their long legs, slim waists, perky breasts pushing at their uniform blouses. They were almost totally identical - maybe one of them had slightly bigger tits than the other.

"What are your names, girls?"

"I'm Sienna." The bigger girl said.

"Jenna." Said the other.

"Sit down girls, sit down," When they sat opposite him he went on. "Now I don't want you to think you're in trouble. No, I'm not angry at you. I just want to help you."

"We're... not in trouble?" Sienna asked, smiling slightly.

"Not at all. But it certainly isn't right to be talking in Sister Marjorie's class. And you should know who the Pope is. But I'm going to help you with that. But first I want to ask you some questions, okay?"

They nodded.

"Good, so you girls are eighteen years old?" Nods. "And you go to confession?"

"Yes Father." They said, cutely in unison.

"Good girls. Well, what we talk about in here is like confession. I can't tell anyone about it, and you can't tell anyone about it either, okay? Not your Mum or Dad, no-one, okay?"

The girls nodded again, his friendly tone making them smile.

"Great. One more question," He hesitated. "Do you girls know what... a penis is?"

"Penis?" Sienna asked, looking at her sister, who shook her head. "No, Father."

"Good, that's good. Today I'm going to show you some techniques to help you stop talking in class. And I'm going to use a penis to help you."

Smiling, he got up and walked around the desk. He could feel the heat in his face and the stiffness in his pants as he approached the stunning teenagers, their faces level with his crotch.

"Now I'm going to show you my penis," He said throatily. "So don't be surprised, it's going to help you with your problems in class. You want to do well in class, don't you?"

They nodded, smiling. He unzipped his pants, trying to keep his breathing normal.

"Here it is, my penis." He pulled out his dick, so close to their beautiful young faces. Their eyes widened in wonder.

"Wow." Jenna said.

"What does it do?" Sienna asked.

"Lots of things," He croaked. "But today it's going to teach you a trick to, um, be quiet in class, yes. That's it."

"How?" They asked at the same time, before grinning at each other over his throbbing meat.

"God Almighty," He whispered as he felt their breath on his hot shaft, before going on. "Well, uh, I'm glad you asked that, girls. Okay, Sienna, I want you to, uh, put your lips on my co-, I mean, on the penis."

"My lips?"

"Yes, my child. Just put you lips on it, like you were, uh, kissing it. Just kiss the side of it and stay there."

He held his breath as the cute pink mouth homed in on the side of his dick, the teenager's big blue eyes staring at the bobbing thing. He managed to make his gasp silent as the soft warm flesh met his hot meat, though it sent an electric thrill up his whole body.

"Ok, uh, very good. Yes. Now stay right there, don't move. Um. Yes. Now Jenna, do the same thing."

"Oh," The blonde girl said uncertainly. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I'm trying to, uh, help you. Okay?" He was having a lot of trouble keeping his voice neutral. There was a powerful urge to just grab her head and mash it into his crotch. But the beautiful twin nodded and joined her sister, the pliant lips trapping his boner on both sides. Oh God Almighty, the warmth between their mouths was heavenly.

"Now, uh, girls, here's the uh, tricky part," It was hard to think with the identical cute faces looking up at him from around his cock. "I'm going to, uh, move the penis across your, uh, lips. This will, uh, help you. With something. Yes."

The four brilliant blue eyes just looked at him innocently. With a hard swallow, Bland pushed his hips forward, the hot lips sliding down the shaft. It felt incredible. He had to stifle a groan when he pulled it back through the delicious tunnel of eighteen-year-old flesh. Their moist lips made the passage easy and he could feel the sheen of spit on himself. The friendly and expectant faces just looked up at his eyes, their perfect likeness making it look like a mirror was held over his erection.

"Oh yes," He said, fucking their lips. "Uh, so good. Stay still girls."

He put a hand on the back of each blonde head and firmly held them on his dick, thrusting his hips to piston his cock between their mouths. They made little sounds of alarm but stayed where they were obediently. The friction was opening their mouths a little and he felt quite wet between them. He wanted to bellow with pleasure, sweat standing out on his face.

"Oh God," He let go of them and freed his wet cock from between their faces. "Oh, uh, that's enough of, uh, that."

He had felt very close to cumming and wanted to draw things out for longer. The girls were wiping at their lips.

"Oh no, I dribbled on your penis, Father." Jenna exclaimed.

"Me too," Sienna said, rubbing at some wet spots on her breasts. "And on my shirt."

"That's okay," He said thickly. "Let me help you."

The priest pushed her hands away and took the firm young tits in his grasping hands. Sienna squeaked as he rubbed his palms over them, feeling the ridges of her bra and the soft, springy flesh underneath.

"Um, Father? I think it's dry now." She said. He realized he'd been rubbing her chest for a few minutes with his mouth open and cock dripping, and let her go.

"Well, uh, Sienna, you shouldn't have talked. I don't think you're, um, getting the hang of my techniques."

"Techniques?" She asked innocently.

"I have to show you another, um, technique. Now, stay where you are. This time I'm going to put the penis in your mouth, and, um, show you some, uh, things."

"Oh," She said uncertainly. "Okay."

He moved in front of the blonde babe and held his slimy dick out towards the beautiful young face. She looked at it with a slight expression of distaste. He shuffled forward, bringing it closer and closer to the moist lips.

"Now take it in your mouth. Yes, open your mouth, my child. Yes. Yes."

Sienna's open lips closed around his shaft, the straining head sitting on her hot tongue. He felt electrified, filled with the light of the Lord, pouring up his cock from the gorgeous teen.

"Now, uh, keep your teeth off it, okay. And suck on it," He gasped as she complied. "Yes, lick it too, lick it all over."

The wet pleasure of her tongue wrapped his cock and sent bolts of ecstasy all through him. His balls tightened, buzzing with the anticipation of orgasm. She was sucking him like an ice block, slurping as her tongue explored the veins of his shaft and the flange of his head.

"God, yes," He exclaimed. "Oh God yes."

In a frenzy he grabbed the eighteen-year-old's pretty head with both hands and jammed his hips into her face, driving his cock in and out of her mouth again and again as she squealed in surprise. Finally he gave up a choked shout and smashed his crotch into her lips, his dick deep in her face, cum blasting out from the tip in volcanic waves. Oh, sheer ecstasy, feeling the girl's throat swallowing desperately, sucking the sperm out with every contraction.

He shook his head. Somehow he was sitting on the desk, wet cock on his thigh, the twin girls sitting in front of him looking concerned. Sienna was wiping her lips and coughing.

"Are you alright, Father?" Jenna asked with true concern.

"Oh yes, my child. I'm fine."

Sienna coughed again, her eyes red and watering.

"That tasted funny," She choked out. "What was that stuff?"

"It was, uh, penis... juice. Yes, that's it. Don't worry, it's good for you."

"It's gone all floppy now." Jenna observed, leaning closer to peer at his flagging member. Her nearness made it twitch.

"Yes, well, you did very well, Sienna," The girl beamed despite her flushed face. "But I think you two will need a lot more practice. Jenna, I want you to come here and put the penis in your mouth."

The girl scooted closer and took the flaccid dick in her hand. She looked at it before dipping her head and sucking it between her lips.

"Yes, suck on it, Jenna. Lick it, make it clean."

As her sister sucked on his limp cock, he looked at Sienna, comparing their mouths. They were both equally as good.

"Sienna," He said. "I want to ask you something."

She tore her eyes away from the sight of her sister sucking at the priest's crotch. "Yes, Father?"

"How is your father?"

To his surprise, a look of dismay crossed her face, and Jenna stopped sucking suddenly.

"Keep going, Jenna. Yes, that's it. Now, Sienna, tell me. What's wrong?"

"Daddy's sick," Sienna said. "He's in hospital."

"Oh dear. What ails him, my child?"

"He had a strike."

"A strike? I think you mean a stroke, my dear."

"Yeah, a stroke," She sniffed. "Now he stays in bed all the time. He can't see or hear things, and he can't talk much."

"That's terrible. I will pray for him and for you."

"Thank you Father." She smiled at him over her sister's busy head.

"And I'm going to tell you girls how you can help your father to feel better," He looked down lovingly at the blonde head in his lap. "Yes, I think God has brought us together for a reason."

***

The pretty blonde twins in their cute school uniforms turned heads wherever they went. In the foyer of the private clinic, the security guard watched their breasts as they approached and their asses as they went in, grinning broadly. A passing doctor gave them a physical with his mind's eye, and a janitor imagined how dirty he could get between them. The female receptionist smiled warmly, recognizing them.

"Hello girls. Here to visit Dad?"

"Yes, Miss." They chorused. The nurse waved them through, cheered by seeing them.

The sisters made the familiar trip up the hallways to their father's room. It was a very basic room, with his bed, a wardrobe and a small table. He lay in the bed, which was tilted up to have him in a reclining position. His face was clean shaven and he was dressed in a loose shirt and pants. The girls stood looking at him as they always did.

"Hello Daddy." Sienna said.

"Hi." Jenna said.

His eyes were closed and his face expressionless. There was no way to tell if he was asleep or awake. Sienna put a hand on his arm and he stirred slightly, though his eyes remained shut.

"Father Bland said we should shut the door." Jenna whispered.

"And lock it." Sienna agreed. Jenna closed the door quietly and found the stud for the lock, pushing it home. The twins smiled at each other.

"Should we see his penis?" Sienna asked. Her sister nodded. She reached carefully to her father's pants and hooked her fingers under the elasticated waist. His skin felt warm and dry as she slid her hands down, his pants sliding over his lap. Underneath he was wearing a kind of diaper, which Father Bland had told them to expect.

"Okay, let's take it off." Sienna said. She found the Velcro tabs on the diaper and pulled them open, lifting the front away. The girls looked down at their father's penis.

"It's bigger than Father Bland's." Jenna observed.

"Yeah, it's longer," She slid her fingers under the appendage and encircled it. "And it's wider too. It feels heavy."

"It's not hard." Jenna commented.

"Father Bland said we have to make it hard. If we suck on it, it should get hard."

Sienna lowered her face into her father's lap, smelling the flowery smell of the hospital soap on him. Everything about her father's penis was more inviting than the priest's - it looked thicker and smoother, its tip was a nice shade of pink and there was no sweaty smell. She held it up to her mouth, still surprised by its weight, and licked it across the tip. It tasted lovely and clean, the skin warm.

"Mmm," She glanced at her sister. "It tastes good."

"Let me taste it."

"Not yet, I want to suck it." Sienna went back to the penis and licked it again, savoring the taste by exploring the pretty head with her tongue. She licked it all over, running up and down the sides, making it shiny. It just looked so delicious. With a smile she put her lips on the head and sucked it into her mouth, loving the sensation of the domed top popping into her mouth.

Both girls were surprised when their father made a sound, somewhere between a laugh and a moan. A wide smile was on his normally unresponsive face.

"Daddy likes it, Sienna. Keep doing it." Jenna urged.

Her gorgeous twin didn't need any convincing, she liked it too. Her little teen mouth went back to the appendage hungrily, slurping it inside. She could feel the penis getting harder, it was even longer and thicker as she fitted it between her cheeks. The lovely taste filled her senses as she licked and sucked the thing, forcing even more of it into her face. It was so big, it was all the way to the back of her mouth. Her father made more sounds of enjoyment, his smiling head flopping about as though in a wonderful dream.

Sienna remembered what Father Bland had taught her - technique was important. She fixed her lips around the thick shaft and bobbed up and down, wetly pumping the large penis with her mouth. Spit ran down the sides into the fuzzy hair below. She made involuntary sounds of effort as she accepted the tip into her throat repeatedly.

Her eyes red, and coughing, she came up for air, reluctantly letting the penis fall from her lips. It looked huge now, twitching and throbbing. She smiled at Jenna.

"Oh, it's so much better than Father Bland's." She said.

"It's my turn now," Jenna demanded. "I want to taste it."

Sienna sat back and her sister climbed up between their father's legs to get over his crotch, licking her lips in anticipation. The thick wet meat looked very inviting, it made her mouth water just looking at it. She picked it up like her sister had, feeling the pulsing heat in her palm. Her lips went to it eagerly, her tongue questing out to guide the smooth head between her lips.




Father Bland's Angels: Verse 02



Her sister was right, their father's penis tasted great! He moaned more as she took up Sienna's style, her mouth sliding tightly up and down his flesh, tongue probing the tip and the ridge of the wide head. It was fantastic, the sweet hot meat filling her little mouth. She would have smiled if her lips hadn't been so stretched out.

Sienna meanwhile couldn't stand watching her sister sucking at the lovely pole - she wanted to taste it again. She couldn't stop licking her lips to get the tasty spit on them, watching as her beautiful mirror image suckled away energetically.

"Let me suck it again." She said.

"Nnn-hnn." Her sister denied.

Sienna pushed behind her sister's head, forcing her own head between her sister's body and her father's thighs. The wet base of the penis was in front of her face, with the globes of wrinkly flesh underneath. She pushed her face against it, breathing it the clean perfume of his pubic hair, her lips and tongue finding the sack and sucking at them. Jenna pressed against her repeatedly as she sucked the penis, Sienna drawing the fleshy sacks into her mouth, licking and slurping them. Despite the hair they tasted wonderful. She didn't even care that Jenna's spit was dripping onto her cheek.

He was moaning almost constantly now, his smile open-mouthed to show his clean white teeth, his breathing heavy. Jenna felt a small squirt of something shoot from the hole in the tip, over her tongue. It was like Father Bland's penis juice, except that it was delicious. She moaned in delight, sucking harder in the hope of getting more.

"Yeeeees." He whispered. It was the first word they'd heard him speak in ages. Jenna had almost stopped in surprise, when a burst of the delicious juice filled her mouth. The penis was pulsing red hot and the warm thick fluid came in waves between her lips. She swallowed it greedily, sucking it out, moaning in the pleasure of eating it.

Unfortunately it stopped. Jenna let the softening penis drop, her sister also sitting up. Their father looked so happy, his face relaxed and smiling.

"Did you eat his juice?" Sienna asked. Jenna nodded.

"Why didn't you leave some for me?"

"It was too good." Jenna admitted, wiping her lips with her fingers, then sucking them clean.

"Greedy." Sienna spat, taking the waning penis and sucking it herself. The taste of the juice was really good; she sucked and sucked to get as much as possible.

"Daddy looks so happy now," Jenna said, watching him. "We should do it again."

"We could come again tomorrow." Sienna said, looking wistfully at the flaccid member.

"We should come every day," Her sister said. "He liked it so much. And it was really fun."

"Yeah! I can't wait to tell Father Bland how it went."

"Yeah, maybe he'll have even more ideas!"

***

Father Bland listened to the end of the twin's account and, hiding his arousal, steepled his fingers and smiled.

"I have to say, I'm very proud of you girls."

The twins blushed prettily. "It was really fun, Father. We liked doing it."

"I can see the hand of God at work here. I knew you ladies had a purpose the moment I saw you."

"Really?" Sienna asked.

"Yes. So, you have sucked your father's penis, uh, three times, now?"

"Yes Father." Jenna said, licking her lips.

"And each time, the juice has come out?"

"Oh yes." Sienna said, also licking her lips.

"Very good. Truly you honour your father. But I must tell you, girls, perhaps there is more you could be doing."

"More?" Sienna asked, frowning.

"Yes. Something your father would enjoy even more - ten, a hundred times more."

"What is it?" Jenna asked eagerly. "We want to do it."

"I have to warn you, girls," He started ominously. "It will be difficult. It may even hurt a little."

"Hurt?" Sienna said. "I don't care if Daddy would like it."

"And you will have to trust me completely. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Father." They said. He smiled, feeling himself very stiff in his pants. Oh, if this worked, it was going to be sweet.

"Then let me show you how to make your father feel especially good. I need you both to take off all your clothes."

The beautiful teens looked at each other. "Our clothes?"

"Yes," He said excitedly. "If you want to help your father, you'll need to take off all your clothes."

The twins looked at each other, identically biting their lips. Then Jenna stood up, overcome with the memory of her father's pleased smile. She started unbuttoning her school blouse. Her sister joined her, also undoing her clothing. Both girls stripped off their blouses, then unhooked and dropped their skirts. They hesitated in their cute underwear, before taking off their bras and sliding down their panties. Blushing, they stood in front of the priest.

He let his eyes consume them, the two fair-skinned, slim and firm eighteen year old bodies. They seemed identical all over, right down to the little thatches over their cunts. Sienna's breasts were a little fuller, Jenna had a cute mole on her hip, that was it. They stood awkwardly, embarrassed by his gaze.

"Don't be ashamed, girls," He said, voice thick. ""This is the way God sees you, without all your possessions. I think God would be happy to see such healthy young women."

The twins smiled and seemed to loosen up, thankfully dropping their arms. God, their bodies were immaculate, thin and lithe, cute yet adult. He couldn't wait any longer, he felt like his cock was going to burst out of his pants.

Lucas stood up and moved around the desk, the girls looking nervous as he came closer.

"Okay, uh, ladies," He stuttered. "I need you, um, to bend over, right here. Yes, put your hands on the desk and bend over. Okay? Stick your as-, I mean, uh, bottoms out. Yes."

The two beautiful identical blondes were bent over his desk next to each other, perfect little asses pointing at him. They were watching him uncertainly over their shoulders, pretty eyes a little worried.

"Now, uh, I'm going to take out my, uh, penis." He eagerly undid his trousers and slipped off his shoes, followed by the pants and underwear. His cock stood out fully erect and throbbing. It had been too long without a teenage cunt wrapped around it and he felt almost mad with lust. He had to keep it together.

"Now, uh, Sienna," He said, mind whirling. "I'm going to, uh, start with you first. Okay?"

"Um, okay, Father. What are we doing?"

"I'm going to show you something that you can use to help your father. It will make him the happiest he has ever been. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes." She agreed, her sister nodding.

He had moved closer and his cock was now against the smooth white skin of her thigh, the warmth thrilling him. He swallowed a sudden mouthful of spit.

"The, uh, only problem is, uh, well it's just that the uh, first time. Yes, the first time, Sienna, it, uh, hurts a little."

"Hurts?" She asked.

"Yes. But if we do it here, now, uh, then when you do it with your father, uh, it won't hurt at all." He was sweating profusely now, his eyes fixed on where his dick touched her body.

"Oh, well," Sienna glanced at Jenna, who nodded. "Okay, let's do it."

Lucas hastily took the bottle of lube out of his shirt pocket and squirted some onto his cock, rubbing it on. Oh shit, he was really getting to do this. He threw the lube away carelessly and took his slick cock in hand, guiding it under the perky cheeks. His cockhead touched soft flesh, sliding over the ridge of her lips, before he felt a velvet heat surround his tip. Sienna made a noise of surprise.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously.

"I'm gonna, uh, put my uh penis in here."

"Oh," She said, but he couldn't wait. "Oh!"

She squealed as he stuck his lubed cock between the lips of her virgin pussy, sliding into the young flesh and busting through her hymen in one stroke. She was so tight there, the untouched sheath clutching at his meat as it thrust deep inside. He shoved himself right up her, making her squeak.

"Oh, ow," She whined. "Oh, Father, it feels - ah - weird."

"No, uh, uh, ohhhh," He grasped her buttocks, trying to stop his head spinning. "Oh, it's so goo-ood."

"Oh, Father, oh, oh, it's moving in me."

There was no holding himself back, he had to fuck that tight little snatch. He rammed himself into her, loving the eighteen year old flesh that seemed to suck at him. His balls clenched with every thrust, only the barest control keeping his sperm in check. God it was good, so good.

"Oh, Father," Sienna gasped, shaken by his thrusting so her hair spilled over her face. "Oh, oh, it's inside me. Your penis is in me!"

"Uhhhh," He moaned. "So-o-o-o-o goo-ood."

"Oh oh oh!" She squealed.

"Oh goodness!" Jenna said, staring at the spectacle.

"God!" Lucas said, pulling out of her. If he'd stayed in he would've cum, and it was far too soon. Jenna's exclamation had made him remember there was a whole other virginity for him to fuck. 

Sienna was moaning and rubbing tentatively at her newly-broken pussy. Jenna's eyes widened even further as he turned to her with his straining, slimy cock throbbing visibly.

"Uh, Jenna, it's your turn."

"Oh, I don't know, Father-"

"Come on, my child," He wheezed. "Think of your, uh, father."

He took hold of Jenna ass and pushed his cock between her thighs. The slippery tip of his meat found the hot slit.

"Wait Father, I - "

He stuck in in her, another tight hymen giving way to his dick, the heavenly hot tube of her body sucking him inside. Jenna let out a high pitched wheeze, like a sneeze, as the length of his cock impaled her pristine pussy.

"Oh God that's good." He gasped, blood pounding in his ears. He could see Jenna looking at him with teary eyes, her blonde hair surrounding her face, lips pouting. Beside her, Sienna was still fingering her pussy gingerly, but now also watching them.

"Oooh, it's weird, Father." Jenna moaned.

"So tight," He grunted, fucking her, eliciting further squeals. "Tight little hole, yes."

"Wha-at?" Jenna asked, as he forced his dick into her repeatedly. Oh, it was too much, he couldn't answer her. The soft pressure on his oiled cock was the best he had ever felt, tight yet yielding, rubbing him on all sides. He was squeezing her cheeks, his balls slapping her thighs, moaning in pleasure. The gorgeous naked teenager squirmed and squeaked, staring at him over her shoulder, her little pink lips open. Uh, those blue eyes, looking at him. It was way too good.

"Guh, oh Guh-God!" He exclaimed, burying himself in the wonderful young hole, cum bursting out of him in the hot depths of her body. Lucas was hauling her hips back, firing streams of goo, the girl crying out as she felt the hot wetness of his seed in her.

When his cum was spent, Lucas stepped back and let his cock fall from her, a stream of thick cream gushing out of her hole onto the floor.

"Oh that was... so good, girls," He said to them, as they looked at him in shock. "Now you're ready to really help your father. I'll tell you what to do."

***

The receptionist looked up from her screen as two figures came up to the desk. She smiled as she saw the two pretty young twins in their school uniforms.

"Hello girls," She said warmly. "Your Dad sure is lucky to have such good daughters."

"Thank you." They chorused. The receptionist could have hugged them, they were so cute.

"You can go right on in and see him."

The girls quickly walked down the hallway, trying to stifle giggles of excitement. They were brought up suddenly when, upon reaching their father's room, they saw an older man standing next to the bed reading a chart.

"Oh, hello." Jenna said.

"Hello, ladies," The old man said, his tone friendly as he looked them up and down. "Are you the wonderful daughters I've been hearing about?"

The girls giggled shyly.

"Well, I think you're doing your father a world of good," The man said. "I haven't seen his results this good since he came in. I want you to keep up your visits as much as you can. You really seem to be making him feel much better."

The old man walked past them and left them in the room. With a quick grin at each other, they shut the door and locked it.

"Did you hear that?" Sienna asked.

"We're making Daddy better!" Jenna gushed.

"And today we can make him get even more better." Sienna added, her sister clapping with excitement.

"Okay," Jenna said. "Let's take our clothes off."

The two eighteen year old stripped off their uniforms, much more at ease without the school chaplain looking at them. Even though he had helped them so much, the twins still found the priest a little creepy. Quickly they undressed and stood naked and smiling at each other.

"Now, let's get out Daddy's penis." Sienna said, leading the way over to their father's bed. She thought maybe he did look better, his face had more colour than before they had started their special visits. The girls pulled down his pants and got his penis out, both of them looking at it lovingly.

"It's so much better than Father Bland's." Jenna opined.

"Ssh, Jenna," Sienna objected. "He's a priest, you shouldn't say bad things about him."

"I guess so," Jenna answered, stroking her father's recumbent dick. "But Daddy's is so much better. I can't wait to put it in me."

"We have to get it hard first," Sienna rubbed her father's soft sack. "Do you want to suck it first? I could get you ready, and then we could swap."

"Okay!" Jenna agreed readily.

The girls climbed onto the bed and arranged themselves. Jenna lay on her side between their father's legs, her face at his crotch, her legs spread open. Sienna got between her sister's legs, holding her smooth thighs apart. Jenna picked up the big limp penis and lowered her mouth onto it, reveling in the familiar taste of her father's genitals. She licked the head all over and smiled as he groaned in pleasure.

Between her legs, Sienna was enacting Father Bland's plan. He had said that they shouldn't take lubricant with them, but should use a more fun approach to get themselves ready. They had been practicing last night to get it right and both of them had found the technique to be a lot of fun.

Sienna spread her sister's pussy open with her nimble fingers and put her mouth on the top of it, feeling the soft hair and warm skin against her face. Her tongue licked her sister's lips and quickly found the little bud, giving it particular attention. Jenna moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt the wet mouth sucking and probing her clitoris, making her shiver all over with pleasure. It was such a nice feeling, she wondered if it was how her father felt as she sucked him.

Jenna took her father's sack in one hand and squeezed it gently with each push of her throat onto his penis. She let the big thing go right to the back of her mouth, over the back of her tongue, relaxing her throat so she could fit as much as possible inside. He was moaning and gasping, a big smile on his face.

"Oooh, you're all wet now," Sienna said, her face smeared with juices. "Now you do me."

Jenna released the penis. "Okay."

They moved around to swap positions. Sienna got on all fours and started sucking their father's penis again, slurping on the delicious pole, as her sister got underneath her. She felt Jenna's hands on her backside pulling her down, until her pussy met the hot little mouth waiting. She moaned, muffled by the thick thing in her mouth, grinding her hips down onto the questing tongue.

"Ohhhhh yeeeessss." Their father groaned, the girls stopping to look up at him with their mouths full. He was smiling beatifically, obviously in a state of pure bliss.

"Keep sucking it." Jenna urged. Sienna bobbed her head energetically, lavishing the tip with her tongue. Her sister was sucking her clit, licking it rhythmically and making her whimper with the sensation. The little tongue was so hot on her flesh, so wet and hot. The penis in her mouth was also hot, and she knew then that she needed to feel it inside her.

"Jenna, stop, stop," She gasped, her face against the big wet hardness. "I want to put it in me."

Sienna climbed up onto her father as her sister watched rapt. The beautiful blonde teenager positioned herself over her father's hips, looking with excitement at the big wet penis that was going to go in her. It looked very big, too big maybe. The thick rod was trapped under her and she could feel its hot side between the lips of her pussy. It felt very good. How good would it feel all the way up inside her?

She lifted herself up and used her hands to push the penis upright under her, the big domed head touching her lips, going between them into her body. She could feel it stretching her already, with just the end of it inside. It was much wider than the priest's had been, it felt several times wider right now. She gasped as she lowered herself another inch and the cockhead entered her.

"Is it okay?" Jenna asked, staring at where her sister and father met.

"It's so big," Sienna answered, her voice strained. "It's really thick."

"Is it too big?" Jenna asked.

Sienna didn't answer. She lowered herself further, gasping again. He moaned suddenly, his head flopping about. It obviously felt good to him. She felt in two minds, on one hand the hot meat felt very good in her, on the other she felt as though she was being impaled. It really was a huge penis.

"It's going in," Jenna urged. "Keep going."

"Oh. My. Goodness." Sienna had managed to fit more than half inside her and it felt as though it was going to come out of her head. It also felt very good, like her whole body was full of his warmth.

"You're all stretched around it," Jenna said, lying on the bed to watch. "It looks nice."

Sienna didn't answer. She lifted herself up with her thighs, the penis coming out again slowly, the feeling of it moving against her inside was unbelievably good. The teenage beauty moaned in ecstasy as she got to the last couple of inches, then sank back down, pushing the thick shaft back in. This time she got even more of between her lips.

"Oh goodness," She gasped. "Oh goodness it's so big."

"Yesssss," Their father breathed. "Nice pussssy."

"He likes it!" Jenna cried.

Sienna liked it herself. It was so good, she felt a primal urge to go faster. Her body felt more accepting of the penis, as though she's been stretched into shape by it. Her slow rise and fall on it became quicker and rougher, her breathing turning into ragged moans. She gazed lovingly at her father's smiling face as she rode his penis hard, her body thrilling with hot waves of electricity. Her nerves sizzled, her feet shook, her breasts tingled so that she grabbed them with both hands, squeezing her springy flesh hard.

"Oh yes!" She cried out. "Oh yes Daddy!"

The heat in her body exploded, as though the penis had detonated inside her. She shook all over, squealing in pleasure. Her whole body thrashed in a storm before she collapsed against her father's chest.

"Are you alright?" Her sister asked, frightened. "Sienna?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Sienna's voice was thick. "It was so good, Jenna. I felt so... amazing."

"Can I try it?" Jenna asked excitedly.

"Okay." Sienna lifted herself off the penis, which was rock hard and throbbing. She felt a pang at leaving it, but she was a bit tired now.

Jenna eagerly climbed up in her place. "I'm going to try the other way Father Bland taught us."

Jenna turned herself around so that she was facing their father's legs, and her smiling sister, the huge appendage between her thighs. 

"Oh jeez, it looks so big."

"It is." Sienna said happily.

"Here goes," Jenna grasped the wet cock, hot and pulsing, rubbing it against her labia. "Oooh, feels nice."

"Put it in." Her sister urged.

The beautiful girl copied her sister's earlier moves, lifting herself to get the broad head inside her. She put a hand back on their father's chest to steady herself, feeling the end of the penis enter her passage. It was so thick, even this felt almost painful. But the heat was so pleasant.




Father Bland's Angels: Verse 02



"Yeeeeessss," He whispered behind her. "Pusssssy."

"Ooooh." Jenna moaned, as her pussy was stretched wide by the cock. She had to push herself down on it to force its thick body into her. The gorgeous teenage body shivered as several inches of hard meat slid slowly inside it.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Sienna smiled, almost jealous.

"So good." Her twin agreed. She lifted herself again, the joined parts seeming to point at Sienna's face, then sinking down. Her buttocks clenched and she felt herself gripping the hard thing inside, her muscles squeezing it. It was so big though, she couldn't seem to get as much in as her sister had.

"Unh, it's too big." She whimpered as she got nearly half of it in.

"Maybe I can do something." Sienna said. She scooted closer and got herself between their legs. Jenna moaned as Sienna put her mouth against her pussy, her wet tongue licking at her clit. The combination of hot mouth and hot cock was almost overwhelming, she nearly collapsed in surprise.

It seemed to work, her pussy taking more cock as she pumped herself onto it, going slowly so that she could keep her sister's mouth on her too. Her fit young body was shaking like her sister's had and her mind was whirling with the pleasurable convulsions.

"Oh oh oh," She squealed. "Oh oh oh yes yes."

She had both hands against his chest, taking as much of the dick as possible with each motion, the soft wet tongue swirling around her tingling bud. Sienna's eyes smiled up at her and they both realized at the same instant how beautiful each other was, how much they were enjoying each other as well as their father.

"Pusssssy." He groaned, his head shaking. Sienna had a sudden idea. She went lower, licking down the slippery length of the penis and sucked at the big balls underneath. As Jenna fucked him harder and faster, she sucked the testicles into her mouth, cheeks bulging. Her tongue lashed the hairy sacks, feeling their pulse, feeling how they tightened with every thrust of Jenna's hips.

Jenna could hear their father moaning even over her own sounds of pleasure. She could feel a sense of something hot building in her pussy, almost as though she had to pee, but different. The sight of Sienna's slim, fair hips and buttocks was making her even more excited, as well as the slurping sounds coming from under her thighs. Then her father's moans reached a higher pitch, the hot rod in her was throbbing and she could feel the penis juice exploding in her, squirting in jets up inside her. The feeling pushed her over the edge, she lost control, she shook and squealed and gasped in the sensory overload.

Finally she wound up lying next to him, warm fluids trickling from her abused hole. Sienna was smiling at them both, her mouth wet.

"So good." Jenna gasped, breathless.

"I know," Sienna grinned. "Father Bland was right. It was much better this time."

"I want to do it again." Jenna looked at the now limp, slick cock on his thigh. He was smiling so broadly and happily, her heart was as warmed as her cunt.

"Let's come back tomorrow." Sienna said, and they giggled with glee.

***

"And then Daddy's penis juice came out inside me." Jenna said.

"I see." Father Bland said.

"It was really hot, and it made me do that thing you said."

"Cum?"

"That's it. I cum really well, it was really nice." A thrill went through Jenna at the memory.

"Mmm." Sienna agreed.

"I'll bet it was," Lucas said. "You're father seemed to like it too."

"He really did Father. Didn't he, Sienna?"

"Mmmm." She agreed again.

"So you're, uh," Lucas paused, closing his eyes for a second. "You're going back this afternoon?"

"Yes, Father," Jenna nodded. "We really want to."

"Mmm-hmm." Sienna added.

"I certainly think you should visit your father as much as possible. And you haven't told anyone about this?"

"No, no-one." Jenna said seriously.

"And you haven't, Sienna?"

"Nnnn-nnn." She denied.

"You're a very good girl." Lucas told her. She really was, especially since the beautiful blonde eighteen year old was completely naked, kneeling between his bare legs and sucking his cock. She had gotten very good at it, pumping him into her throat energetically.

"Oh, God, so good," He looked over at Jenna sitting in her chair, also naked. "Why don't you come here, Jenna, and uh, suck my balls?"

"Yes Father." Jenna knelt down next to her sister, their hot bodies pressed together. Lucas moaned loudly as the second young mouth sought out his scrotum and sucked it into a hot, wet embrace. It was heavenly, he felt blessed as he watched the two exquisite faces working on his genitals, the music of their sucking and slurping serenading him. God, it was so good, too good, he could feel the sperm surging in his balls.

"Yes, suck it," He urged. "Suck out my cum, yes."

"Mmmm." They both agreed, Sienna increased her speed and suction, Jenna's tongue going wild on his sack. He moaned and groaned, mesmerized by the four bright blue eyes smiling up at him. Oh, it was coming, it was hot in his shaft!

Sienna's mouth was suddenly full of thick sperm as his balls squirted giant loads. She swallowed hard, sucking down the thick mouthfuls as they burst over and again on her tongue. It was nowhere near as tasty as her father's, but she found herself enjoying it nonetheless. In fact, she loved everything about penises now, as well as pussies, especially her sister's. Even at home now, they enjoyed making each other cum all night.

Finally the priest's cock stopped spurting and she swallowed the last glob of it. She gave the penis an extra bit of sucking before letting it go, enjoying the feeling of it softening in her mouth. The twins smiled up at Father Bland, who looked totally fulfilled.

"Very very good, ladies," He said. "But I still think you need more practice."

"Really?" Jenna said.

"Yes. In fact, I want you to come see me every day. Tomorrow we can practice with your pussies again."

The twins looked at each other.

"Yes, Father." They said.

******