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House Of Love

By: Dennis_Kiros



Marco was fucking my hot mother on the living room sofa again. From where I was hiding I had a perfect view of the Italian stud's muscular ass as he pumped my sexy mother's pussy forcefully. I also could see my mother's beautiful and flushed face. I assumed that she could not see me because she was too busy looking into her lover's eyes, telling him to fuck her pussy harder. I had taken my cock out of my shorts and was stroking it while watching them fuck.

My father had left us many years ago. My mother, sister and I lived a happy and comfortable life in our mansion since then. The day my father left my mom celebrated by picking up a young man at a bar and fucking him until dawn. My mom was an extremely beautiful woman in her early thirties. She had straight blonde hair, blue eyes, a first rate body and firm big breasts. She did not have to work and spent her time mostly shopping or at the gym. 

Her true passion was sex. She once told us that she was a sex addict and immediately added that she would never want to be cured of her addiction. My sister and I suspected that her huge sexual appetite was the real reason that our father had given up on their marriage. We did not mind that our father left us though. He was a very strict man with no sense of humor and all of us had enough of abiding by his rules. 

My mother started moaning louder as Marco banged her pussy harder. By the sound that his big cock was making as he fucked her, I could tell that she was extremely wet. Soon she started spanking the young stud's butt cheeks and finally she dug her fingernails into his muscular cheeks as she announced that she was cumming.

"Cum on my face bad boy. Cover me in your hot cum baby!" my mom begged her lover.

I watched as Marco pulled out of my mother's pussy and shot a huge load of cum on my mother's face. I envied the man for having so much cum stored in his balls. Then all of a sudden my mom turned her face towards me and for a few seconds looked directly into my eyes. She smiled at me with her cum covered lips and I retreated to the shadows of my hiding corner.

With my heart beating fast I climbed the stairs towards my bedroom. I found my sister sitting at the top of the stairs wearing a short and sexy nightgown. Her legs were wide open and she had two fingers inside her naked pussy.

"What the hell Julie? What are you doing?" I asked her in shock.

"I was watching you watching them. I loved it when you took out your big cock and stroked it. It was so fucking hot," she replied to me.

"Don't talk so loud Julie. She will hear us. Let's go to my room," I pleaded with her.

Once we were in my bedroom I sat on the edge of my bed. Julie stood right before me. She looked so sexy and beautiful in her pink nightgown. She looked at me with her horny blue eyes and smiled. Before I could protest she parted my knees, lifted her nightgown and sat on my right leg facing me directly. Her pussy felt warm and very wet on my skin.

"It's ok Dan, don't be shy. I have watched mom fuck her cute guys and played with myself too. When I heard them tonight I went to watch them, but found you with your cock in your hand instead!" she explained to me as she started moving her pussy gently back and forth on my leg.

"I think she saw me. Do you think she knows that we watch her?"

"She's a pervert. We already know that. Yeah I think she knows it and she gets off on it. Now take off your shorts and stroke your cock while I get off on your leg...please!"

I hesitated for a short moment. But I was too horny to say no to my horny hot sister. She got off my leg to let me take off my shorts and jumped right back on when I was completely naked.

"That's a fucking beautiful cock you've got Dan. Stroke it for me. I want to watch you do that. Oh God look at your big full balls...and you shave them? That's so fucking cool!"

She put her small hands on my shoulders and started rubbing her pussy on my leg more intensely. I started stroking my shaft after spitting on my palm. I loved the feeling of my hot sister's pussy on my legs. She lifted her nightgown over her head and took it off, revealing her pointy little breasts and her hot body. I put one hand on her little breast and started playing with her hard nipple, pinching and pulling on it.

"Oh God bro. This feels so good. You are so handsome and have the best cock I've ever seen. "

"You are pretty too sis. I have always loved the way you looked."

"Do you think I'm prettier than mom? Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?"

"Well mom is pretty in a different way. Both of you are really hot, and yes as a matter of fact I do jerk off thinking about you!"

She suddenly grabbed my face in both hands and drew my face close to hers. She kissed me deeply on my mouth. Her tongue went as far as it could inside my mouth. And I came hard. My hot cum landed all over me and on my sister's well-tanned arm. I felt her juices flow on my leg as she came too. Her sexy body went stiff for a moment as she came.

"Oh Dan. This was so cool! Can I sleep here with you tonight? I want you to hold me while I fall asleep."

"Ok Julie, but I'm not going to fuck you. It's not right. No matter how slutty our mom is it's no good excuse for us to fuck!"

A few moments later Julie and I were spooning on my bed. I held her from behind with her head on my arm. It did not take long for my cock to get hard again. She shifted her legs and put her wet pussy on top of my shaft. Then she grabbed my cock and put the tip of it on her swollen clit. She turned her head towards mine and we started kissing passionately again.

"Let me put it inside me Dan. It's ok, you can shoot your cum on my stomach. I think it's ok as long as you don't get me pregnant."

"No baby. I'm not ready. Please don't do it. We have to think about this. I don't want either of us to regret this later."

"Ok wise old man. I am going to rub it against my clit until both of us cum then!"

I kissed her again as she ground her clit harder against my cock. It did not take us long to cum and this time I came all over her pussy and stomach. We then held each other tightly and made out some more. In about five minutes I was hard once more. We masturbated the same way again, made out some more and fell asleep in each other's arms, completely exhausted.

The next day I woke up around noon. Julie was gone. I went downstairs and there was no sign of anyone in the house. I went to the kitchen and had some breakfast. Suddenly Marco walked into the kitchen...completely naked. He was sporting a massive hard on. His body was athletic and cut like a Greek God. I was staring at his beautiful body and cock and realized that he had said hello to me, so I looked up at him and met his smile with a smile of my own.

"Yeah...I mean good morning Marco. Where is my mother?"

"Ah she went shopping with Julie. She wants to buy them sexy underwear for tonight."

"Tonight? What's going on tonight? Why do they need sexy lingerie for tonight?"

"Oh...your mom wants to watch me fuck Julie. You are invited too. You could have joined us last night. Why didn't you?"

I was shocked to hear those words. I got up nervously and took my empty plate to the sink.

"Oh did my mother say it was ok for me to join you?"

"She fucked me pretending that I was you...calling me Dan. So I would say that it's ok. It's ok with me. I want to fuck all three of you!"

"The three of us? You mean Julie and mom, don't you?"

"No Dan. I want to fuck you too. I hope that it's ok with you. You can fuck me too. I mean I think you like my cock since you have a hard on right now!"

"Well it's more because I got excited when you told me I could watch you guys fuck."

"You mean you don't like looking at my cock? You were staring at it one minute ago. Take of your shorts and lets jerk off together. I mean you're horny, I'm horny, so it's more fun to do it together."

I thought about Marco's proposal. I always liked looking at muscular male bodies, and big cocks but I had never actually thought about doing anything sexual with another man. This had changed the moment Marco offered to masturbate together. I found myself dropping my shorts to my feet, as if I were someone else and not me. Marco leaned on a counter and spread his legs, taking his cock in his hand.

"Come over here and put your cock on top of mine," he told me in a soft but commanding tone.

I went over to him and put my cock on his. Our big balls were touching each other now. He put his hand around both of our cocks and started stroking them. I looked directly into his deep brown eyes and moaned softly.

"It feels good doesn't it? I mean I like women a lot, but sometimes I love playing with a big cock like yours."

My mouth was dry with excitement. It felt very nice indeed. He leaned forward and spat on our cocks. With one hand he reached out for one of my nipples and started pinching it.

"I like your cock Dan. It's so strong. I bet you can shoot big loads of cum with it."

"Nothing like your loads Marco. I was so fucking impressed when you shot your cum on my mom's face. I thought you would drown her in cum!"

"Come stroke my cock and let me shoot some of that on your face Dan," Marco said as he climbed the counter, sat on it and spread his legs in front of me.

I took his big cock in my hand and was marveled by how strong and nice it felt. I started stroking him after I spat on it. He was pinching my nipples with both hands now. I stroked him harder and faster by the second. He finally announced that he was cumming and I put my face right in front of his cock. His massive load covered my face and hair. 

"Ok...it's your turn. Sit up here and spread your legs for me," he said with a smile.

He then leaned forward and surprised me by taking my cock into his mouth. He started sucking me with such expertise that I believed he was probably the best cocksucker that I had or would ever experience. I came inside his handsome mouth and he swallowed every drop of cum that I shot. 

"Now how was that? Will you let me fuck you in front of your mom and sister tonight? I guarantee that you'll love it!"

"Gee I don't know Marco. I can't promise you that. Are you serious about this thing tonight?"

"Well you know your own mother and you know how she gets when she's horny. She sounded dead serious to me!"

"Ok Marco...thanks. I think I need to take a shower now. I'll catch you later buddy," I said to Marco and jumped off the counter.

As I headed towards the shower my mind was hurting joyfully with the thoughts of watching my sexy mother and sister get fucked by the handsome stud. I was excited and more than ready for anything that my mother had in store for me.

Later that evening as Julie and I were watching TV my mom told us to be in her bedroom at 8 O'clock sharp. Julie looked at me and smiled. I smiled nervously back at her.

"No more hiding and sneaking around bro. Aren't you happy?"

"I don't know Julie. All I can tell you is that I think my heart is coming out of my mouth!"

"Oh you're so cute baby. Today when we went shopping I bought you something special. It's on your bed. I want you to wear that unless you prefer to come butt naked which is more than cool with me and mom!"

At eight O'clock I was wearing a leather jockstrap with a detachable front as I entered my mom's bedroom. Both Julie and my mother were wearing crotchless panties and see through bras. Their golden hairs looked extra sexy as they were laughing and pushing some anal beads up Marco's asshole.

"Come on in honey. Get on the bed and lets start to have some family fun with your mom and sis," my mom said teasingly as she pushed the final bead on the string up her lover's asshole.

I sat on the bed and my mom opened the crotch on my jockstrap releasing my hard cock. She then positioned my sister in front of me and made her spread her legs wide open on top of mine. Marco got on his knees above us and my mom leaned forward, taking his big cock into her mouth.

"No more sneaking and hiding. You two have been bad, but so have I. Now I want you to masturbate while watching me suck Marco's big dick. Julie you can use that vibrator if you want!" my mom said to us and continued sucking Marco's big cock.

I watched in amazement as my hot mother sucked the man's cock right in front of me. I grabbed my cock in my hand and started stroking it.

"Don't tell me you never lubricate your cock when you jerk off!" my mom said to me with surprise.

"Oh I would spit on it mom, but my mouth is totally dry!"

"Oh my poor baby. Let me take care of that," said my mom, leaned forward and spat on my hard shaft.

I watched my mom sucking Marco's cock and my sister working on her pussy with a pink vibrator. Julie came very quickly and then joined my mother in front of Marco's cock. My mom put the cock in front of Julie's mouth and ordered her to kiss it. Julie kissed the big cock gently, then took out her little tongue and started licking the length of Marco's strong shaft.

"Julie take over here for me honey. I need to lube your brother's asshole for him," my mom said to my sister casually and came over to me.

"Mom what are you going to do?" I asked her nervously.

"Don't be shy now honey. Marco told me what you two did this afternoon. It turned me on so much. Now come closer to mommy and lift your ass a bit," she said to me as she applied some lubricant from a tube on two of her fingers.

She then lifted my ass even higher and pushed her fingers up my tight asshole. The feeling was out of this world. It was the first time my sexy mother was touching me sexually and now her cool lubricated fingers were all the way up my asshole. She started fucking my asshole with her fingers forcefully.

"Oh God Dan. You're so fucking sexy. Look at your big cock. It looks like it's ready to explode. Julie come on over here baby. I want you to hold your brother and kiss him while I put Marco's cock up his asshole!"

My mom helped Marco position himself between my legs. Then she lubed up his big cock and put it on my anus. She pushed the wide tip up my asshole carefully.

"Don't be scared baby. It looks so fucking good. I want to watch that big cock fuck you hard. So does mom!" my sister said to me and kissed me lovingly as she started playing with my nipple.

"Here it goes honey. Marco, push it in. Be gentle but don't stop pushing until your cock doesn't go any further up his asshole!" my mom directed Marco.

Marco obeyed my mother's orders. I felt his big cock stuffing me with force. A few times I wanted to bail out on them, but decided not to. When Marco's big cock was all the way up my asshole I actually began to like the intrusion. It was like nothing I had felt before. My cock felt harder than ever and I knew if my mom or sister touched it now I would explode all over them. Then Marco started moving. He was fucking my asshole and I was not ashamed of it. 

"Yeah you fucking handsome stud. Fuck my son's tight asshole. This looks so fucking good. Fuck him harder now!" my mom urged her lover.

I felt Marco's big balls slap against my butt cheeks as he fucked me hard. My sister leaned forward, took my nipple into her little mouth and started sucking forcefully. I looked at my mom's excited and happy face and smiled at her. She looked at me with her lustful blue eyes and kept encouraging Marco to fuck me harder and faster. Then Marco grunted and announced that he was going to cum.

"Yes baby...cum. Fill him up with your hot cum. Shoot your cum up my sexy son's asshole. Do it now...cum!"

I felt my asshole get flooded with Marco's hot sperm. After he shot two loads up my asshole he pulled his cock out and shot the rest on my sister and me. Julie kissed me and swapped the cum she had in her mouth with me. I felt so dirty and so very aroused at that moment.

"Dan honey, I want you to fuck mommy's boobs now. Come on put your cock in between my boobs and fuck them!"

"Ooh yeah I want to watch that. Let me unhook your bra for you mom," my sister said joyfully.

"Ok baby...and I want you to play with my fucking clit while your brother fucks my boobs!"

"Oh mom...yes! Can I suck your clit for you please mom?"

"Yes honey. Suck my clit. Bite it. Eat my fucking pussy. Fuck it with your fingers. Do anything you damn want with my pussy. Just make me cum. I need to fucking cum!"

My mom lay on her back and spread her legs wide open for Julie. Julie was like a kid in a candy store. She started devouring our mom's pussy with passion. I climbed on top of my mother's body and placed my cock in between her delectable boobs. I started fucking her boobs. Each time I went forward she would lick the head of my cock with her long tongue. I felt Marco's hand squeezing my butt cheeks as I fucked my mother's boobs harder.

"Oh fuck mom. Your pussy tastes so good. I love it!" I heard Julie exclaim from behind me.

"That's it honey. Fuck my boobs with your big cock. Cum all over my face Dan!"

Even before my mom finished urging me to cum, I finally exploded and shot load after load of hot sperm on my mom's beautiful face. When I was finished she asked me to hold her and play with her boobs while Julie ate her pussy. 

"Julie I didn't know you had done this before!" I told my sister.

"I haven't. It's my first time," Julie replied and continued sucking our mother's clit.

"You sure eat pussy like a pro honey. Keep sucking my clit baby. I'm gonna cum in your mouth soon."

As Julie sucked on our mother's clit passionately I sucked on her succulent nipples. She suddenly tensed her body and announced that she was cumming. She pushed her blonde pussy into Julie's young face and screamed.

My mom took a few minutes to recover from her intense orgasm, then she ordered Marco to lie down on his back and Julie to straddle his cock. She asked me to hold my sister while she led Marco's cock up her tight pussy. Julie lowered herself carefully on the huge cock. It took a couple of minutes for her to take Marco's entire cock up her pussy. Once it was all the way up there she looked at mom and me with a satisfied smile. We held on to Julie and helped her ride Marco's cock. Julie came with a scream after a few minutes. 

Then my mom lay on her back and asked Marco to fuck her missionary style. Julie and I took each one of our mother's nipples and started sucking as Marco fucked her hard. She asked Marco to shoot his cum all over us when he was ready. Marco finally came like a sprinkler. He shot at least half a dozen loads all over our bodies and faces.

We took a short break and ate some snacks. Then my mother took my hand and asked me to follow her. Julie and Marco followed us as well. We went to the downstairs bathroom. My mom sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs. I was not sure what was going on until she started pissing. I started to turn my head and leave but she held on to my wrist.

"I want you to watch me pee honey. From now on we don't hide anything from each other in this family."

The three of us watched her pee for a couple of minutes. When her bladder was finally empty Marco approached he, aimed his cock at her pussy and started pissing on her. Julie and I watched in astonishment as Marco's hot stream hit our mother's pussy and splattered on her stomach and around her. When Marco was finished Julie approached our mother and sat on her lap facing her.

"Here it goes mom. I'm pissing on your pussy. Oh God it feels so good!"

They kissed passionately as Julie peed on my mom's lap. I went over to them and aimed my cock not at their pussies, but their faces and started pissing. They continued kissing each other as my hot pee hit their faces and entire bodies. They were both completely drenched by the time I was finished pissing on them. My cock was very hard again and I ordered my sister to get up. 


House of Love Pt. 01



Foreword

If you are looking for a quick stroke, wrong story. There is no sex for some time. This beginning explores how mind control was established. It is essential to understanding everything that happens later.

They say that you should write about what you know. The story you are about to read is true.

Well, mostly true. Kind of like those made-for-TV movies that are "based on" actual events. A person who had witnessed the real life events couldn't recognize what came on the screen. But the bones of the story definitely happened. Yep, there was a church and the preacher wound up fucking anything that moved. 

He used twisted theology to manipulate women he wanted to use for sex. He used that same twisted teaching to manipulate their men into enthusiastically participating in the debauchment of their wives and daughters. Single women were just that much easier. Also, there are always some who are not manipulated at all, they like what is going on and join in, eyes wide open. Basics are real. Details supplied by imagination.

This happened in the late 70's. What was done was a perversion of what was bad theology to begin with. The bad theology was called the Shepherding Movement. Google it. In the hands of someone with a hard cock and no scruples, well, you'll see. 

And, may I say, that if you experienced this same crap, don't think that I am writing about your local adventure. The teachings were wide spread. I am sure that not everywhere that taught some version of this, produced the resulting perversions that occurred in my location. 

But it had to happen other places as well. It was just too easy to do. I have taken pains to disguise the location and created outrageous events in order to disguise people and places. If what you experienced actually matches the crazy that falls out of my brain, well then, shit damn.

I was there. A stupid, naive kid who at the time didn't realize what the hell was going on. I only figured it out later. And thought, "How the fuck did I miss all of that?" I just never expected this kind of thing to go on. I never expected a church to be evil. It did not fit my paradigm of reality, so I never interpreted what I saw, in a way that would lead me to believe that these things were actually happening. Like I said, stupid. Delusional. Young.

One last thing, just because this religious figure turned out to be the asshole to end all assholes, don't paint all religion with that brush. I experienced this shit and I don't assume that every Pastor, Priests, Rabbi, or whatever is corrupt. There are many fine examples who are working for the benefit of their people. Most often doing it for subsistence wages. If they drive a Rolls or live in a mansion, go ahead, assume the worst. I'd almost guarantee it.

Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.

*****

Introduction

It probably started out as a good idea. Someone thought that it would be helpful to people seeking spiritual enlightenment be more accountable to each other. Mature believers would share wisdom and lessons learned. They would be mutually submitted to the spiritual authority each of them carried. Newer believers would have the more experienced and mature believers to guide them. Great! Free help from people who have already been there, done that. So far so good.

Usually that meant the leaders were exercising spiritual authority over younger individuals. That may be pushy, nosy and somewhat intrusive, but there are lots of inexperienced young people out there making a lot of bad mistakes. But one small piece was added to the more conventional program that produced a radical departure from what had traditionally been taught in the past. It also departed from what was intended by those very moral people who invented this teaching. They never anticipated that evil would hijack what they said.

But they should have known better. In the story of Adam and Eve, the Serpent tempts Eve to sin by slightly misquoting what God had said. The very best lies are 95% truth. It looks like the real thing. It sounds good. But it will take you on a direct rocket ride to hell.

The problem lay in the variant Jack taught, where the mature spiritual advisors took it upon themselves to claim actual authority over the daily activities of those they advised. They pushed advising to controlling. If you did not obey the "God-ordained "authorities in the church, then you were rebelling against God Himself. 

The young people that they were dealing with were often at loose ends. They needed someone older, more experienced, to have that authority to tell them not to do things that will screw up their life. Or give them positive direction that would benefit them. This kind of input should have been in the hands of loving parents. The kind of thing that, in a world long gone by, normally happened. 

Even in the hands of advisors who, at least cared about the welfare of the people they watched over, it was a fairly benign thing. It was not good theology. Certainly the Bible, which they claimed as the source of this nonsense, never taught the things that they tortured out of it. But this error opened the door to a petty incarnation of Satan himself. In the hands of a lust filled, dominant personality like Jack Baylor, it became the means by which he satisfied his perverted sexual urges.

Jack was in his early 50's. His hair was full and wavy, graying at the temples, some salt and pepper, but mostly still dark. He was a tall man, some might have considered him handsome in a rugged, western sort of way. Which is where he was from, out west. No one would have every called him pretty. His features were too broad for that. 

But Jack's looks were not the thing that got him what he wanted. He accomplished that through the force of his dominating personality. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted through intimidation. Never physical intimidation, there were no threats of violence, but if he found leverage or weakness, he was the type of person who would use it to his advantage.

Corruption is something that in most people does not appear all at once. It is a thing most often that creeps up into people. It usually starts off with little things. Petty violations of standards. But if something does not check its progress, it can continue to warp a person until they are consumed. The thing is, most people never have the chance to express, in significant ways, the evil that has penetrated their soul. They are limited by the lack of power to carry out their desires.

If corruption and power ever do get together, bad things happen. Think Washington, DC. Yet, there is a lot of evil that exists on a much smaller scale. Jack was a small time devil.

Jack started out trying to help young people who were lost spiritually. There were lots of them and someone had started a coffee house to attract just that sort. They wanted to reach out to kids on the streets. It worked. Many of those in their late teens and 20's came by to hear music and meet new people. A regular crowd developed. 

Jack started off as just one of the volunteers. He liked helping "the kids", as he thought of them. Many of them were from broken homes or had bad relationships with their parents. Some had been abused. Others were just young people who had moved out and were trying to find their place in the world. 

What they had in common was need. Need to be loved, need to be valued, need for someone to listen to them. What they needed was a Dad. Tom filled that need. That's what they began to call him, "Dad." 

In most volunteer organizations, if you stick around long enough, you wind up in charge. Most people who aren't getting paid to do a job eventually find other, more profitable things to do. Or they just burn out, or get tired, or get discouraged. Some don't, most do. Jack hung in there and eventually, by default, he ran the place.

The coffee house was going great. The crowds grew. At some point they ran out of space. They needed something larger, so they bought a house for cheap. It was an older two story. A bit run down. Right next door to a strip club. Yeah, cheep. Who wants the family to live next door to a place with loud music until 2 AM, along with naked women that are used for sexual stimulation and/or satisfaction? Did I mention the drunks?

They tore down all of the interior walls that they could on the first floor. Opened up the space so they could put in lots of chairs for meetings. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms accessed by the only stair up to the 2nd floor. Great spaces to convert into offices. Quite. Private. Limited access. Controllable. 

Plenty of room for a desk and chairs and couches, even a day bed if someone wanted. Nice, soft but sturdy surfaces. Great for sitting on, kneeling on, laying on. And if someone had a bit of a kinkier mind, plenty of places to tie off to.

During the move, it was a good time to make some changes. They closed the old coffee house and put a sign out on the new property that said, "House of Love." They were already a nonprofit organization. It was easy to morph into a church. Regular Sunday services and all that. Jack was now a minister. 

The young people liked him. They liked the friends they made at the gatherings. It became like a family. For some, it was the only caring family they had ever known. They bonded to each other. They bonded to "Dad."

In the beginning, "Dad" taught the usual Christian stuff. And he told them how special they were. How special the House of Love was. How there was no other place like it. They had something unique that no one else had.

The young crowd agreed. They craved hearing it. They were special. They were different. They had something unique that no other church had to offer. They stood apart because of the specialness of their church and the specialness of the people who were a part of their group. It became their identity.

Because of the special nature of their church, they separated themselves from other religious houses. Those other places couldn't offer what they found at the House of Love. It was better. They were better. "Dad" was the best. He offered unique insights into spiritual matters that those other churches just couldn't see. If you wanted to be truly spiritual, you needed to be at the House of Love and listen to the teachings of Jack Baylor.

Their lives began to center around the House of Love. "Dad" was there to tell them what God said. He taught them the things that they were supposed to believe. And they did believe. Anyone who doubted or, God forbid, disagreed with whatever "Dad" said, must be from Satan. 

Jack's dominating, assertive personality overwhelmed the doubters. Open defiance earned an invitation to not come back. The group became more homogeneous, less diverse in thinking or belief. They listened to only one voice, the voice of "Dad". He told them what God wanted them to do. Whatever "Dad" said, God said. It must be right. They became more isolated from the general society. Increasingly they only socialized with each other. They reinforced each others belief in the rightness of whatever "Dad" told them to believe. 

Jack's influence over his flock grew. They were his. They believed. They obeyed. He had power over them. Almost complete power. Lots of young, impressionable people. Especially notice the many young, pretty, slim, attractive girls; most single, some newly married. All who would believe whatever he told them to believe. All who would do whatever he told them to do.

Jack began to teach from the latest fad sweeping parts of the American church. It was called the Shepherding Movement. Respectable people affirmed it. The beliefs relevant to this situation stated that the leaders in the church were appointed by, and had authority from God. 

This authority enabled these leaders to direct the lives of the followers. The members were to submit to the authority of the leaders. To not be submissive to the leaders, was to be not submissive to God. "Submission" became a frequently used word. The people who invented this teaching never contemplated how it could be used by a twisted, controlling bastard like Jack.

The axiom to "Submission", according to Jack, is that whatever a leader told you to do was of necessity what God wanted you to do. Apparently, sometimes what God wanted a young wife to do was lube up her ass and let Jack fuck her raw while her husband was at work. Or eat pussy while he watched. Whatever Jack was in the mood for. But we're getting ahead of the story.

Lord Acton said, ""Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Jack did not have absolute power. He could not physically force anyone to do anything. But he did control the thinking of this group. He had great influence on everyone there and in practical reality he controlled the minds of many of them. He enjoyed that.

Not that everyone who came around fell completely under his control. There was the core group who were more or less under his sway. There was an outer ring of people who hung around, but were never drawn into the center. Occasionally there were people who came, liked what they saw on the outside, but once they found out what really went on in those upstairs offices, left as fast as they could.

People grow up with some kind of morality. Not everyone agrees on exactly what is right or wrong, but everyone has a list. How to get someone to do something that is on their "wrong" list? 

Some famous studies have shown that many people will commit actions that violate their personal list of "wrong" things, if they believe that instructions to do so come from a legitimate authority. True fact. I am not making this up. On the extreme end of the scale, "I was only following orders." Jawhol!

Jack told his congregation that the Bible taught that they were supposed to submit to his authority. If he told them to do anything that was wrong, and they did it, it was not their responsibility. They were not responsible for the morality of their actions if they were doing something because he had directed them to do it.

For example, if Jack had directed a beautiful young wife to get down on her knees and suck his cock, it was not wrong for her to do so. In theory, if anyone had thought about it, it might be wrong for him to direct her to do this thing, but it was right for her to do it. Submission absolving responsibility is a wonderful thing. Yes, God does want you to swallow.

Chapter 1

Sheila moved to the city because of the job. There wasn't much work where she was from and she didn't want to spend her life in a dead end existence like so many of her friends were going to do. Finish High School, marry the boyfriend, get a low wage job, get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, keep the fridge stocked with beer for your lazy husband.

It wasn't really much of a job, but it was an escape; an escape into a world of possibilities. Whatever came, it had to be better that what was going to happen if she stayed. But escape from the familiar, the known, came with a price. It was lonely. All of her family and all of her friends were left behind. She was looking for friends. She needed some kind of social life.

Bill watched as Sheila walked across the factory floor. He had been working with her for about a month and a half. She had been put on the same shift when the schedules had gotten shuffled by management. Bill thought that she was a very nice looking. Not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely above average.

The best feature in Bill's mind was her delectable rear. The uniform pants she wore just seen to mold to themselves to those glorious mounds. What an ass! It was small, tight, very boy like, but that is just what Bill wanted. It just made him want to grab on and bury his tongue in that sweet crack. Sheila was of slim frame with what seemed to be almost no hips. She didn't wear women's pants, she wore those from the uniform supply company men's catalogue.

Sheila was 5'6" around 125 lbs. Beautiful wavy brunette hair, which was worn mid length, reaching down to the top of her shoulders. While on the job, Sheila had figured how to wind it up on the top of her head and get it all stuffed under the ball cap everyone wore as part of the uniform. Terrible accidents could happen if it ever got caught in some of the machinery.

She has nice breasts. Not large, 32 C, but her slim frame and almost boyish hips, made them stand out. If anyone had ever seen them, they would have called them perky. They would have admired the perfectly proportioned areola with a delightful bud on top. Perfect for sucking. But no one ever had. Just like no one had ever seen her beautiful pussy, or tasted its delightful juices or felt its tightness. Sheila was a 19 year old virgin.

You could just tell. She looked like the prototypical girl next door, wholesome, innocent, your younger sister. You could imagine that she had never said an unkind word to anyone in her whole life. And that would not be far from the truth.

Bill's mind wandered to fantasy. He daydreamed about stroking his hard cock in and out of that tight rose bud. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Bill realized that, from the back, Sheila looked just like a guy. But his mind was not ready to let him realize the implications of that knowledge.

Later in the day, Bill decided that if he was ever to have a chance at his fantasy, he needed to get to know Sheila. As fate would have it, friends of friends that he had just met, recently invited him to a get together at some weird church thing called House of Love. He had never heard of it and didn't really know the people who had invited him. 

Bill had heard Sheila once talking about going to church back home and he thought if he asked her to go to something like this, maybe she would say, "Yes." He had never been religious. A few times his parents had taken him to a church on Easter or Christmas Eve. He had hated having to sit on a hard pew for an hour listening to bad singing and boring sermons. Religion was something he never thought about, but if that is what it took to get into those panties, well, he really loved that ass.

"Hi Sheila!"

"Hey Bill."

"Some friends of mine asked me to a social at a church they go to. I was wondering if maybe you would like to go also."

"Where is it going to be?"

"Some place called House of Love. I've never been there, but people say it's really cool. Almost everyone that goes there is our age and I was thinking it would be a good place to meet some new people who weren't into drugs and stuff."

Sheila thought about that and how lonely she was in this new city. She would like to make more friends, especially if they weren't into lots of bad things. She had met a few people, but mostly stayed to herself because most guys just wanted in her pants. Most of the girls seemed to be jealous of the guys' reaction to her.

She did not understand why people acted this way. She had little experience with boys. Her parents were very strict and Father never let her go out on any dates, except in very controlled circumstances. She could spend time with a boy if they were going on an outing with the youth group from her church. That insured that she would never be alone with just him.

She had been taught that somehow sex was bad. No one ever actually said that, but the subject was never openly talked about. When it was discussed, it was always in terms of restrictions. Don't do this, never let a boy do that. Don't think about boys or sex. Masturbation could send you to Hell. Sex is strictly for marriage, between husband and wife only. 

It was for procreation. There was never once a mention about pleasure, especially no mention of orgasms. What was communicated, without ever hearing the words, is that sex was an undesirable, but necessary part of relations between husband and wife. It was a wife's duty to satisfy her husband's base animal cravings.




House of Love Pt. 01



The boys she was allowed to "date", even under those circumstances, were carefully screened by her father. There were very few boys that ever even asked, because they were all so scared of her dad. She would never think of disobeying him. The Bible said that you were supposed to obey your parents. The Father was the head of the house. He was the unquestioned authority. He was the man, and that's the way God made thing to be. You had better do what God wanted you to do, or else. So she was an obedient daughter. What her father wanted was all that mattered.

She had been on just a few a dates with boys since she had arrived in her new home. It was awkward because she had never gone out like that, just her and a boy, alone together, until she had left home. She was uncomfortable with the situation and they had all turned out badly, as the boys expected to make out and more.

So Sheila decided that Bill's invitation might be a nice outing. Just like the youth group at her church back home. She wouldn't have to be alone with a boy. If she drove her own car to the location, she wouldn't be dependent on some guy she barely knew for a way home. Bill seemed nice enough, but she didn't know him very well and was tired of getting burned.

Sheila drove to the House of Love to meet up with Bill. The building was located just off of a main thoroughfare on a residential street. There was a strip club on the corner facing the main street. The House of Love was a two story house that had been converted to its present use. It faced the residential street.

It sat on two acres of ground. The large lot was an indication that this house had been originally constructed when this part of the city had been rural. Lots this size were now just too expensive for anything but the larger luxury homes. They had huge price tags, but none were built in this area.

The city had grown up and surrounded this last refuge of a time gone by. The other residences on the same street were run down. The kind of lacking maintenance look that indicated rentals. Landlords put in the minimum effort to avoid citation and tenants didn't care.

The house had been built toward the back of the property which left a large front yard. It served as the parking area. The cars were roughly in lines. Mostly older, nothing expensive except for one which was parked close to the entrance. As Sheila found a spot and pulled in, she saw lots of people milling around outside. 

There was a mass of people in the yard near the front of the building. It was early evening, the sky was darkening, but one could still see everything that was going on. There were lights attached to the exterior walls that were illuminating the ground. Not really necessary at this time, but soon they would be.

She turned off the ignition and climbed out. Walking toward the group, she felt as if this would be a safe encounter. The people looked to be mostly her age, some older, a few families with younger children. It looked like a church picnic back home, but with the population heavily shifted toward those in their late teens and Twenties.

As she approached, she began to appraise how the crowd was dressed. They were all dressed with proper modesty, conservative, but on the edge of conservative. More cleavage than would have been allowed back home, especially at church. There was nothing wrong with what the women were wearing, it was just that there were a couple more buttons unbuttoned than she was used to. A little more skin shown, the dresses a little shorter.

Some of the guys dressed just a bit provocatively also. Tighter jeans that showed some bulge where it counted. One guy with an athlete's chest was wearing a gauze shirt that showed off his physique. It was next to nude as the gauze covered, but concealed nothing. He looked like a model from a magazine. A girl's heart could skip a beat. The crowd was sexy, but not slutty. It was subtle. Still a "church" crowd, but with an edge.

"Hi! How are you? I'm Jill and this is my husband Mike. I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"No. This is my first time. A friend invited me, but I don't see him" Sheila replied. "My name is Sheila, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. Who is your friend? Maybe we can help you find him."

"Well, his name is Bill, but I think that this is his first time also. We work together and I think some friends of friends invited him and he then told me about it, so I thought I would come to see what was going on. The way he described it, it seemed like it would be nice. I'm new in town and I would like to make some friends who aren't into drinking or drugs. He's supposed to meet me here."

"Is Bill your boyfriend?" Mike asked.

"No, just some guy I work with. Seemed harmless enough, so I agreed to meet him here so we both could check it out."

"Well, come inside. We'll show you around and introduce you to people. Maybe we can find Bill."

"Thanks."

Mike and Jill took Sheila inside. The interior of the downstairs had been gutted. All of the interior walls had been removed to open up the space. Where first floor walls had once carried the weight of the upper level, now posts and beams substituted. The area was rectangular in shape, with a set of enclosed stairs running up along one wall on the long axis. 

Being enclosed meant that you could not watch someone walk up the stairs, or down for that matter. You could only observe someone on the stairs if you stood at the end of them and looked up. From that perspective, all that could be seen was the far wall of the landing at the head of the stairway. Nothing could be seen of the layout of the upstairs. It was very private.

As Mike and Jill showed Sheila around, they remained close by her side. There was frequently physical contact between the three of them. Jill was pressed close on one side of Sheila and that, in turn, pressed her into Mike. That was to be expected, Sheila thought, it was crowded.

But it was also nice. Sheila could feel Mike's body against hers. It felt good. Mike was nice looking, maybe you could say handsome. Certainly he was not unattractive. His body was toned, not like a body builder, but like someone who got exercise regularly. Jill was lucky to have a guy like this. This was the kind of guy Sheila would like to have. 

He was nice, spoke well, and was open, warm and not pushy. Jill seemed the same. A really nice couple. Sheila was attracted to them in a friendly way. She wasn't having any overt sexual thoughts about Mike, but a young girl couldn't help enjoying the company and feel of a nice man pressed against her. He felt safe, and Jill didn't seem to mind them being close.

As they guided her around the room, Sheila did not consciously notice how frequently Mike put his hands on her. Taking her elbow, his hand at her lower back, on her shoulder, he guided her, controlled where she went, who she met. There were a lot of people to meet, couples, singles of both sex, a few families, teens, middle aged parents, a real variety. It had the feel of a large family reunion. Just what Sheila had been missing since she moved to the city.

Jill turned to Sheila, "I have to so do something. I'll be back in a little while and I would really like to talk with you some more. I have enjoyed meeting you and want to get to know you better. So if you don't mind, would you stay with my husband while I am gone? He'll take good care of you and you can fend off all of the women who want to take him away from me." Sheila heard the mirth in Jill's voice and understood that last line was in fun.

"Sure. I would be happy to! Being with such a nice, good-looking guy a hard job, but somebody has to do it, right?"

Jill looked into Sheila's eyes, "Hold him tight. Enjoy my husband, it's OK. I know that he is enjoying you." With that, she departed. Sheila's eyes followed her as Jill made her way toward the stairs. The angle at which Sheila could observe the stairs, only allowed her to see a couple of the bottom steps. 

As Jill began to ascend, another woman appeared to have descended and met Jill right as she began to climb. Sheila watched them as they talked briefly. Sheila couldn't hear them and she had no idea what they said. But when they finished, Jill reached her hand around the back of the other woman's head and drew her in for a kiss. On the lips. Which lingered for just a moment longer than would be expected. And was a little sensuous. 

Sheila observed it, and in her subconscious it was noted, but she didn't make anything of it. It was subtle. Nothing that you could really comment on. Just one of those things that worms its way into your mind and you will recall later. Along with other things that your mind will use to form a picture, an understanding.

As Sheila and Mike continued making a circuit, they finally found Bill.

"Hi, Sheila! I've been looking for you."

"Yeah, I was looking for you too. I met Mike and his wife Jill. She's somewhere around here and should be back soon. They've been showing me around and introducing me to lots of people."

"Yeah, I've really been enjoying Sheila's company. She's nice to have close." With that Mike put his arm around Sheila's waist and firmly drew her to his side. He looked directly at Bill. Bill understood the challenge. Mike was communicating to Bill that he was too late. Mike had claimed her and he wasn't going to give her up to Bill. His eyes told Bill that there was nothing that Bill was going to do about it either. In relation to Bill, Mike was the Alpha.

Bill stammered. His fantasy shattered in the presence of the stronger male. Sheila had made no move toward him nor raised any objection to Mike's physical control of her body. She was his.

"Well, OK. I'm glad you are having a good time. See you around sometime." Bill walked away dejected. He returned to a small group of young men, boys almost, he had been talking to before he has spotted Sheila. They were a lot like him. Single, unattached, having no success with girls at all. And funny, from the back, they all looked a lot like Sheila when she had her hair up. Slim, boyish hips, small tight ass. Maybe Bill had found what he was actually looking for.

Sheila looked up at Mike, "Thank you for rescuing me. He's a nice enough boy, but I didn't want him to get the idea that this was a date or something."

"Always happy to rescue a beautiful woman in distress." He leaned down and surprised Sheila with a quick kiss on the lips.

Her hand slid up and caressed his muscular chest. She wasn't aware that she had done that. She was aware that she had enjoyed this stranger's kiss. It was so nice. Masculine but not threatening. There was a little tingle. She had felt so comfortable with Jill and Mike, that the kiss just seemed natural.

"I see that you have been enjoying my man. Can't say I blame you." Jill had returned. She had been gone just over 30 minutes. There was a fire in her eyes as she took Mike's head in both hands and pulled him to her lips for a full blown, lover's passionate melding. Tongues met and spoke French to each other.

"Wow!" Sheila thought. "Jill is so lucky." Sheila was a bit envious. Not that she would ever try to take another woman's man. That was just wrong. But if she should find Mike's twin, well, that would be good.

Mike and Jill finished their kiss. They spoke low to each other so that Sheila could only catch a part of what they said. Even if she had heard all of it, she wouldn't have understood. It just wasn't in her experience to be able to make sense of it. Yet.

"Ummmm. A little salty." Mike said.

"Just the way you like it." Jill whispered. "You know, you could drink straight from the fountain."

"Not my thing."

"But it was so hot when Jenny's husband drank from yours."

"That was his thing to do. He needed to do it."

"Oh yeah, I do understand that. I couldn't agree more. And husband, when we get home and you're hungry, I've got something nice and creamy for you to eat."

"Is Donna at the house or did she go out tonight?"

"I think she is at home."

"I was just thinking how much she likes cream, too."

"But I might run out if we share."

"How about I make her some more? A batch just for her?"

"Oh, I like the sound of that. So will she. But sweetie, you and Donna are going to have to make me my own too, one just for me?"

"Stop it, Jill, or I won't be able to hold out until the end of the party. I'll have to take you home right now. Besides, we need to get to know Sheila."

Mike and Jill did return their attention to Sheila and continued to talk with her and introduce her to the members of the House of Love. Eventually the get-together did wind down. People started to leave. Sheila never did see Bill again that night. In fact, she did not see him again for a long time. Management at the plant did another one of their never ending schedule shuffles.

"Wow! Thanks for the great time. I really enjoyed the party and getting to know both of you. This was really cool."

"We had a great time getting to know you, Sheila," said Jill. "Mike and I both hope you will come back. We would like to talk with you some more. Maybe invite you over to the house."

"That would be nice! Thanks, I'd like that."

Mike chimed in, "If you are interested, there is a service on Sunday at 10AM. You'd be welcome. And lots of people you met tonight will be there. Come check it out. See if you like it."

"I will. I had a good time and all the people I met were so nice to me. I'll see you Sunday."

Mike and Jill watched as Sheila walked to her car. She got the motor started, safely navigated through the maze of cars still in the front yard and drove off down the street.

Jill turned to Mike. "So what did you think of that tasty morsel?"

"Hmmm. Nice. Very nice. A definite possibility." Mike replied.

"I can't wait to watch you take her and make her one of us. She's ready. Ripe for the picking."

"Jill, slow down. You can scare them off if you go too fast. You can't push too hard or tell them everything at once. It takes time for them to accept the truth. We have to give it to them a little bit at the time. You know, draw them slowly. Besides, you know that Jack is always the first one in."

"I know Mike. He was the first in Donna and the first in me, I mean as far as the church is concerned. You know what I mean. After all, we were already married the first time he took me. But you are the one who made us who we are. You are the one who teaches us how to submit to God. Dad is God's instrument, but you are a teacher and the one who shows us the way to complete submission."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sheila came to the next service on the following Sunday. She saw Jill and Mike and immediately attached herself to them. It was comfortable to be with the familiar. She was so glad that she had found a nice place to make friends. What a great church. The people were warm, friendly. They were affectionate with each other, lots of kissing and hugging. There were single guys there, nice looking ones, but they were just nice to her, she wasn't getting hit on all the time. They seemed to keep some distance.

She saw the minister, Jack Taylor, for the first time. Also his wife, Lou Ann, who was a pixie. She was as small as he was large. Of course, as he was "Dad", everyone called Lou Ann "Mom". Mike caught Mom's eye and signaled for her to come over.

Mom was just a few years younger than Dad. The striking thing about her was that although she was 50+, she had not given up her femininity. Many women around that age starting cutting their hair in unflattering ways because it was easier to maintain. They let their appearance go, got fat, dressed sloppily. They just no longer made the effort. They seemed to care more about ease than they cared for their husband's needs. They became neuters.

Not this woman. She was fit. Her hair may be completely silver, but she still wore it just past shoulder length. The curls framed her face beautifully, showing off her blue eyes. She was simply a beautiful, sexually appealing woman who happened to be older. But the vitality she exuded made age irrelevant. She was strong, you could feel it. Young cocks made hard around her.

"You must be Sheila." Mom said in enthusiastic greeting. "Mike and Jill told me all about you. You must be so lonely in this big city all by yourself. No family at all! Well, we're your family now. Dad and I will have to spend some time with you and get to know you. We just can't wait to have you!"

Mike eyebrows popped up and a little sound escaped his throat. Jill squeezed his hand hard and her eyes issued a warning for him to keep quite. Sheila was so impressed that the leaders of the church had noticed her and took an interest.

She kept returning week after week. She made progress getting to match names with familiar faces. She talked and chatted with a lot of the wives, husbands and other single women. It was so much fun and she was really bonding with the people. It was nice not to be lonely.

Dad preached every Sunday. It was standard fare, very much like her Pastor back home. Her church wasn't one of those fundamentalist types. No hell fire and brimstone. No calls to have some crisis moment and confess sins or have a 'come to Jesus' moment. 

Be a good person. Be moral and treat people nicely, just like you wanted to be treated. Obey the proper authorities, the government, your teachers, your parents, and especially listen to the Pastor, because he was the one who told you what God wanted you to do. Sheila's parents taught her that this was right. So Sheila listened to whatever Dad said, because he was just like the Pastor her parents had taught her to obey. God spoke through him.

Mike and Jill kept her close. Sheila felt protected, safe. They invited her over to their house every Sunday and sometimes during the week also. Sometimes they would invite Sheila over on Friday night. Movie night they called it. Mike had purchased one of the new 4-Head VCR machines. The picture quality was the best. 

Jill always picked very romantic movies. The three of the snuggled down under the blankets on the couch to watch together. Jill would get Sheila to sit in between her and Mike and they would both press up on either side. Often, Jill would lean over and give Mike a passionate kiss. Sometimes during really sexy scenes, she would reach over and rub Mike's leg.

Six months went by. The visits for movie nights became more frequent until it was every week. That was in addition to seeing the couple every Sunday at church and spending most Sunday afternoons with them. One night, while they were all watching together, Jill leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear.

"You know how Mike always likes to get a kiss during the real sexy scenes. I've got to get the snacks out of the oven before they burn and there is a good one coming up. If I don't get back in time, give him a good one for me. I'll be back in a minute."

Sheila's eyes got wide and the expression on her face showed uncertainty.

"It's OK. It's just a kiss. You know how affectionate he is. Don't worry. I know that you think he's sexy. Just enjoy it. It's only a kiss. Have fun."

Jill went into the kitchen. She turned off the oven and pulled the snacks out, she placed the sheet on the stove top letting them cool. But she didn't return to Mike and Sheila. 

The couch faced the outside wall of the house where the TV and VCR were set up in the entertainment center. The little dining area was between the couch and the kitchen, so when one stood in the door to the kitchen, the view was of the back of the couch. And the backs of the heads of whomever was sitting on the couch. Jill had a completely clear view of Mike and Sheila and the TV. The sexy scene was starting.

Mike leaned over to give Sheila her kiss. Sheila was a little scared about the whole thing. She was afraid Jill would get mad that she was kissing her husband. But then, she was the one who asked her to do it. Sheila was a little confused. But also excited because Mike was handsome and he had always been so nice and respectful.




House of Love Pt. 01



He gave her a nice closed mouth kiss. That was nice she thought. Then he gave her another longer kiss, this time pressing in just a little, opening his lips just a bit. He didn't kiss like a boy, Sheila thought. It was her first real kiss from a man who knew how. Sheila felt a bit flushed. Mike broke the kiss and looked into Sheila's eyes.

"That was nice," he said. "I'd like another." Without waiting for an answer he kissed her again, opened his lips wider and Sheila felt his tongue slip across her lips and press to open them. She did open to him and their tongues danced.

"Oh my God" Sheila thought, "This is so good." It was the best kiss she had ever had in her life. Between the sexy romance movie and Mike's kisses, Sheila was getting warm. She was getting wet and her brain was overwhelmed with the pleasure of her contact with Mike. She yielded more to Mike's rising passion. 

He was now making out with her and Sheila was completely given to it. He had her exactly where she wanted to be. All thoughts of Jill or the fact that this was another's husband or that his wife was just in the other room, fled her mind. Sheila was matching Mike's intensity, kissing him back with equal fervor.

Mike's hand reached up to cup and squeeze her breast. His thumb flicked across her swollen nipple. Pleasure coursed through her body. Sexual heat radiated from between her legs. His hand drifted down to her leg and he stroked her inner thigh, long ovals that just missed brushing her core. She was on fire.

Jill watched from the kitchen door as Mike made his move on Sheila. "Good boy" she thought. She could see from the movement of the upper part of his arm and shoulder that he had moved to caress Sheila's breast. "Smooth. Good work." She continued to watch as he moved down to the girl's leg. Jill heard Sheila's breathing get heavy as she was aroused higher and higher by Mike's attentions.

Jill slipped back into the kitchen, picked up the snacks with a hot pad and loudly announced, "Snacks are ready."

Sheila snapped back to reality. She was afraid Jill might have seen what she had been doing with her husband. Mike saw the look of panic in her eyes.

"It's OK" he said, "It's OK. Don't worry. Jill doesn't mind. She's OK with it. She asked you to."

Sheila wasn't convinced. She had expected a quick kiss, not a passionate session that left her wet and out of breath. She wasn't convinced that Jill wouldn't mind.

Jill came around the end of the couch with the hot snacks in hand. She set the tray down on the trivets that she had on the coffee table that was just in front of the couch.

"Hungry?" she asked, looking directly into Mike's eyes.

"Definitely" he said.

Jill turned to Sheila. "How about you?"

"OK. I guess I'm hungry, too." Sheila's voice was shaky.

"I'll bet you are." Jill thought. "I'm ravenous."

"Thanks for taking care of our man while I was gone. I like to keep him revved up till I get him in bed."

Thoughts of Mike and sex slammed into Sheila's brain. Images of him and Jill in bed, naked, together, reignited whatever had cooled down. The image of Jill was morphing into images of Sheila's body taking her place. It was too much.

"I think I better be going now" Sheila squeaked.

"Nonsense. The movie's not over and I just got the snacks. You said you were hungry." Jill didn't want Sheila to leave. She wanted her to remain close to Mike and she wanted the memory of that make out to linger. Jill wanted sexual thoughts about Mike to keep buzzing around Sheila's mind.

"You know, Sheila, you can kiss Mike anytime you like. I don't mind. I really don't. Why don't you give him another one right now while I watch. Go ahead, kiss him. Do it while I'm here with you. Just so you'll know that it's OK with me."

Mike leaned over again and took Sheila. She yielded to the passion and let Mike give her a full, deep kiss. It was so good. It felt so good. No boy had ever made her feel this way. And it was OK because Jill wanted her to.

As Mike was kissing Sheila, he raised his eyes to look over at Jill as she was watching them. Her eyes were on fire. A huge smile broke out on her face as she watched them. Mike knew what that smile meant. 'She's ours now.'

Mike abruptly broke off the kiss leaving Sheila wanting more. That's just what Jill wanted. She wanted for Sheila to continue to think about how she wanted more. How exciting it had been to be with Mike. And how much more exciting it could be.

Jill and Mike continued to watch the movie as if nothing unusual had happened. It was like another woman in a passionate embrace with this married man was perfectly normal. Nothing much that would need any special comment or notice. 

Sheila, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it. Her mind couldn't get off the subject. Her thinking was so distracted, that when Jill announced that the movie was over, Sheila was startled. 

She was having difficulty locating her keys and purse and the other things that she needed to gather together so she could depart. She was very absent minded. Jill and Mike had to help her find her things.

"Thanks for coming over tonight." Jill said. "Maybe you could come over again another night this week. I have another tearjerker of a movie I think you'll like."

Jill moved closer and lowered her voice. "And I think Mike wants more kisses from you."

As Sheila drove home, she had to force herself to keep her mind on her driving. Her attention wanted to wander to other subjects. When she got home, she quickly got out of her clothes, brushed her teeth, did the toilet, and jumped into bed. Sheila rarely slept nude, but she did so tonight. 

The thoughts of Mike kissing her and caressing her breast and leg were looping through her mind. The fact that Jill approved, and even watched, made it OK for her to continue thinking about it. Sheila got more and more aroused. She kept imagining what Mike and Jill were doing right now. Fantasies of Sheila in Jill's place rolled through.

That night, Sheila did something that this 19 year old virgin had never done before. She did the dirty. The evil thing that her mother had told her never to do. It was a sin. 

What she had done with Mike created feelings in her that overrode everything else. For the first time, Sheila touched herself.

Chapter 2

Four months earlier, about two months after Sheila went to that first party where she met Mike and Jill, they invited Sheila to attend meetings held on Thursday night, at the church. The attendance was much smaller and Sheila could tell that these people were like Mike and Jill, much more dedicated than many of the people who attended on Sundays. It was always like that, just the same as it had been in her family church back home.

Her old Pastor had always maintained that the more mature Christians came to not just the Sunday morning services, but the Sunday night as well. But the truly spiritual people were the ones who showed up at the midweek services. Just like her home church, the teaching at these meetings was deeper, for the more spiritual. Not everyone could accept these things. 

The Apostle Paul had written in 1st Corinthians that he had to give the people in that church spiritual "milk" to consume, because they couldn't handle spiritual meat. They were immature and couldn't handle the deeper things, like a baby can't eat adult food. But in these meetings, Dad taught things that he didn't say to the larger crowd on Sundays.

You had to be invited to these meetings. If you were, then it was because you were different, special. It was expected that you could accept and act upon these more exclusive truths. These things were not for everyone.

Mike and Jill had invited Sheila to these meetings. Mom had told her that she should come. It wasn't just a suggestion. Mom was Dad's wife and if she told you to do something, it was assumed that she did so because Dad wanted you to do whatever it was, she was telling you to do. Dad held a direct appointment from God to be the Pastor and you didn't want to disobey God, because whatever Dad said was coming direct from God. So you did it. And you didn't ask questions. Who would be so foolish as to question God?

Sheila went. She listened. She learned. She believed. Sheila didn't know the Bible very well. Careful study had not been emphasized when she was growing up. She went to Sunday School as a child, learned all of the basic stories. 

As a teen in the regular Sunday service with the adults, she listened to the sermons and believed what she believed, because the Pastor told her that was what she was supposed to believe. Just like the vast majority of people who attended religious services of any type.

Very few people ever took the time, or effort, to check for themselves, to find out if what the Priest, Pastor, or whatever, even knew what he was talking about. Much less, if what he was saying was contained in whichever holy writings they claimed their teaching came from. Sheila didn't then, she didn't now.

What Dad mostly talked about was submission to authority. How we should obey God through God's appointed representatives. It was not that Dad, or others like him, were perfect. The Apostles who wrote the Christian Bible weren't perfect either. But they had special appointment from God, and what they said was from God. Just like Dad.

Sheila learned about how the church worked. Dad was the head of the church. There were two Assistant Pastors, who happened to be Dad's sons. There were also Deacons who held important positions in the church. Mike was one of them, in fact, maybe the most important Deacon, as he was one of the main teachers. Dad's sons didn't teach, they mostly did administrative things. 

So Sheila's Mike, her Mike, was really a Man of God and she had to listen to him and obey him because, in some ways, he was second only to Dad in importance. Sheila felt so proud of her Mike, and just a little envious of Jill, because she was married to such a man. Sheila wished she had a husband like Mike. She wouldn't mind submitting to someone like that.

Authority flowed down from Dad through the Assistant Pastors and through the Deacons to the members. The congregation, at least the core committed part, gave submission to those same Deacons and Assistants. They in turn, gave submission to Dad. The obedience to Dad didn't have to flow through any of the others. Dad could come to any individual and deal with them directly.

"Dad" reminded her of her real Dad back home. He was manly and expected you to obey. Her Mom had submitted to her Dad. She always did what he said. She never argued with him, at least Sheila had never seen them argue. Sheila had always obeyed whatever her Daddy had told her was right. She submitted to his will. God said "Obey your parents" and she did. This "Dad" was like her Daddy and she would obey him, too.

At these meetings, Sheila got to know others who were in the committed core of the church. There were other couples like Mike and Jill. One was Steve and Jenny. Mike and Jill were really close to them. Sheila knew that they spent a lot of time together. On nights when Sheila was not at the house, Steve and Jenny were likely to be there.

Jill had explained that this couple were being mentored, it was called "discipling" in the church, by Mike. He was giving them special teaching and instruction. It involved a lot of "hands on" kind of one-on-one time. Jill helped him.

Sheila now realized that Mike did a lot of that kind of thing. She also had heard that Dad did a lot of this individual instruction also. He called it counseling. She met many members of the church that went directly to Dad for "counseling".

Most of the couples in these meeting had another person associated with them. Always a single person, usually female, but some were males. The three of them were always together, like one unit. Almost always, the third lived in the same house with the couple, so it made sense that they would always be together. Nothing strange there. Not all singles were associated with a couple. 

There were what Sheila thought of as "loose" singles. She didn't know their story, but they were all nice enough to her. The guys didn't hit on her. In fact, they did not interact with her much at all. It was like the word had gone out to leave her alone. That was OK with Sheila, not that she noticed it much. She wasn't interested in any of them. Mike and Jill took up most of her social life and she was happy with it.

Dad and Mom had a five bedroom house and they had five other women who live there with them. Dad counseled each of them and they were under his direct authority. They showed much affection and loyalty to Dad. Sheila had never seen so many women be so committed to one man. It was like he has six wives, Mom being the head wife. Well, he was a truly spiritual man, and being in his house and taught directly by him would be a great honor. These girls seemed to understand and appreciate that fact.

Donna was the single young woman who had formerly lived with Mike and Jill. Now she lived with Steve and Jenny. Donna had moved out of Mike's soon after Sheila had started attending. Jill had explained that Donna was continuing her spiritual development, and living with this new couple allowed her to learn from a variety of teachers. Not that Steve or Jenny were formally teachers in any sense, but everyone is unique and has something to give and teach and we should all experience variety.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was after about four months of attending the Thursday night meetings that Mike and Sheila had kissed that night on the couch. Sheila had been confused by it and worried that it would hurt her relationship with Mike and Jill, regardless of the reassurances that Jill had given her. 

It took several weeks, and more conversations with Jill before Sheila grew comfortable with it. Especially when Jill assured her that it would be OK if it happened again. In fact, Jill would be happy if it did and she wanted to be there to watch, just so Sheila would relax and let it happen.

During one of her talks with Sheila about experiencing Mike, Jill said, "There is another meeting that I think that you should go to with me. It's a women's meeting and it is taught by Mom. There are only a few women who are invited to come, because these teachings are so deeply spiritual. The teachings that Mom gives are subject to misunderstanding. 

Most people can't comprehend the really deep things of God, and would ridicule and abuse what Mom would teach them. They have not been given the gift of understanding. Just like some who cannot understand that it is OK for you to kiss Mike and enjoy the pleasure of life that God created, as long as I am good with it. As long as I approve.

So, what we learn from her can't be shared outside of the small circle of women who attend. But Mike and I, and others, think you are ready for another step in your spiritual journey. We think that you have the aptitude for this deep level of spiritual experience. Do you think you would like to join?"

Sheila felt very privileged that she would be asked by the leaders of the church to participate in teachings this deep. She was being asked to join the true inner circle of the church. She was learning things way beyond what she had been taught at her church at home. 

This is what made the House of Love so unique. There were things here that others just couldn't understand. Things that God only revealed to the chosen few. And God was choosing her. He was asking her to submit to His authority in ways that few ever were. 

Yes, she would go, Yes, she would give herself to these new things, Yes, she would submit herself to the authority of the teaching, of the Deacons, of Mom. She would give herself to the authority of Dad and ultimately to that of God. God was making a path for her to follow and she would go where ever it led.

Chapter 3

The Women's Study Group met on Tuesday nights. With Sundays at church, Thursdays at the midweek services, movie nights at Mike and Jill's, and working every day, Sheila didn't have much time for anything else. After household chores and all of the other things in life that take up time, Sheila didn't have any life outside of church and church people. Her identity was increasingly wrapped up in the House of Love. All of her time centered around it. Her thoughts were constantly influenced by what was taught there.

The Tuesday night study was held at the house of one of the members. It was a large older house, but affordable because rents in that area of town were low. There was a room in the house that look like it was 20'x20'. It was furnished with upholstered chaise lounge, day beds, ottomans, and a few chairs. All of the pieces of furniture were what Sheila thought of as oversized, or at least over wide.

Jill chose one of the double wide Chaise for them. She lay on her side and pulled Sheila down to recline beside her. They lay on their sides. Many of the other women also partnered up on various pieces of furniture. It was all so very relaxed and comfortable and dress was extremely casual.

Mom sat in one of the chairs and began conversing with the group. Chit chat went round for about fifteen minutes before things settled down and Mom began to talk. Jill had an arm draped over Sheila and was gently running her fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of her hand. It was a slow, sweet gesture of affection. Sheila felt her body melt into Jill.

"We have a new member joining us today. This is Sheila, I am sure that all of you already know that. Although she has been with us at the House of Love for less than a year, she has been recognized by the leadership of the church as a quickly maturing member of our congregation. It has been decided that she is ready for some of the deeper teachings of the church. 

So I am asking, that you who have been here a while, and already know many of the things that I will be going over, not to jump ahead or to short circuit Sheila's learning process. Let me be her teacher. Many of the things that you have come to believe took some time to absorb, and there was an order in which they were taught to you. 

There was a reason things are taught the way they are. Each new concept must be built upon acceptance of the last. Until each lesson is learned well, the next cannot be revealed. True spiritual knowledge must be gained in this fashion. And as you know, each step requires a greater commitment and demonstration of submission to God's will."

Mom began talking and after about an hour of talking she was done. The women socialized for about another hour afterward, and then they broke up and all went their separate ways. That was the pattern for the meetings.

Sheila learned a little more each week. The rest of the ladies did not discuss with her any spiritual truths that Mom had not already taught in her presence. Once Mom had revealed something, the rest of the women then would talk about it in front of Sheila or even with her freely. But Sheila could tell that they were disciplined about not saying anything ahead of Sheila's level of knowledge. Even Jill never gave a hint about what was to come.

Over the course of months, hidden knowledge was revealed to Sheila. Deep spiritual insights formed in her mind as she grew in maturity concerning the secret teachings of the House of Love. Sheila learned about the necessity of complete submission to the authority of the church and the leaders. She learned how this was ordained by God and to rebel, in any way, against God's order of authority, was direct rebellion against God Himself. 

Mom taught her that Dad was the highest authority in this church and must be obeyed without question. Sheila understood it is impossible to commit a sin, if what one does, is done in obedience to Dad's authority, or authority derivative of his. That meant, that if Mom told Sheila to do something on the basis of Dad's authority, and Sheila did it, even if it turned out to be wrong, it was on Mom's account not Sheila's. So she could completely obey without fear of God's anger, because Mom would stand between her and God, and God would deal with Mom and not Sheila.




House of Love Pt. 01



The same was true for Sheila's submission to her immediate spiritual authority, Mike. Mike was "her" deacon and as such he exercised God's authority over her as he received it from Dad. Jill derived her authority from Mike, and so whatever she directed Sheila was OK to do, for the same reasons as the others.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mike and Jill continued to draw Sheila closer. Their relationship was strengthened as Sheila's new beliefs allowed her to increasingly let Mike, primarily, and Jill also, to have input into the detail of her life. The Sunday afternoons with the couple continued as did movie nights.

One night as they watched. Mike lay down on the couch on his side. He pulled Sheila down with him and the spooned together. Mike was caressing Sheila's shoulders and neck. He stroked her body with his hands. It felt good to Sheila. She like having this strong man handle her. 

Jill had instructed her that she needed to be more casual around them, more free. Jill had dressed her that night in a tight, wife beater style T shirt and a short skirt, no bra or panties. Jill told her that she liked to tease Mike, and Sheila dressing in this provocative way got her the kind of results she wanted, once Sheila had left and gone home. Mike would be insatiable

Sheila liked the way he took control of her and exercised authority over her. She was a good girl and she would obey God. She would submit to Mike and Dad and allow them to tell her what were the right things to do. 

As she spooned with Mike, his physical touch was getting her aroused. He got her turned on every time they were together. She had to masturbate more and more often, as she allowed herself to be touched in very pleasurable ways when she was with him. Her fantasies were increasingly about him.

She had no guilt about these things because it was what Mike wanted from her and Jill approved. Jill was actually encouraging Sheila to take comfort this way. That night as she lay with Mike, Jill brought a chair and used it to sit down, facing them on the couch.

"I love watching the two of you together. I love the way your body responds to Mike's touch. Turn on to you back and look at Mike. I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly, even if it embarrasses you a little. Do you understand?" 

"Yes."

"Do you fantasize about Mike?"

Sheila hesitated and blushed a little. "Yes I do."

"Do you fantasize about sex with him?"

"Yes."

"What do you do when you are having your fantasy?"

"I touch myself."

"Do you mean that you masturbate?"

"Yes."

"Do you bring yourself to orgasm?"

"Yes."

"Thinking about Mike."

"Yes."

"Touch yourself now."

Sheila obeyed. She submitted to God as her hand reached between her legs and began to stroke. Mike leaned his head down and began to kiss her passionately. His hand slid up under her T shirt and began squeezing and manipulating her breast. His thumb and finger rolled and pinched and stretched her nipple. 

Sheila looked over at Jill. She was removing her shirt and exposing her breasts to their view. 

"They were so beautiful" Sheila thought.

Jill reached over and pulled Sheila's T shirt up to her neck exposing her to Mike.

Jill looked at Mike. "Go ahead. Suck her."

Mike grinned at her. He knew that his wife was on fire. Nothing turned her on as much as watching him have sex with another woman. She had been living the dream when Donna lived with them, seemed like he took her every night, while Jill watched. Jill was seeing that good life returning, as Mike was licking and drawing Sheila's nipples into his mouth.

Mike took a break from Sheila. He slid a hand under her back and pressed to sit her up. As he did, Jill reached over and pulled the T shirt over Sheila's head. She was now nude from the waist up. Jill ran her hand over Sheila's firm breasts.

"Nice."

Mike laid her down again and resumed his attention to her body. He kissed her mouth as tongues sensuously twirled. He kissed her face and neck. Licked her ears and danced the tip of his tongue inside. He sucked on the lobe. He learned in past sessions that her neck and ears very sensitive when she was aroused, and it drove her crazy when he did this.

Mike reached down and covered her hand that she was using to bring herself to orgasm. He gently pushed it out of the way.

"I'll do it. Just give yourself to me. Submit to God."

He slipped one finger into her soaked pussy. He slowly carefully and probed until he touched what he was looking for. Her hymen was still intact. She was virgin. Dad would be so pleased. 

He looked up at Jill who was watching him intently. A smile spread across his face as he nodded his head. When Jill saw his answer, she threw her head back and began to furiously piston pump her fingers in side herself. Mike placed another finger inside Sheila and short stroked her, as he wanted that cherry to remain whole.

Sheila did give herself up. She gave up all control and gave herself to God through Mike. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. This is what ecstasy was. It was a spiritual event even more than a physical one. She felt united with God as Mike brought her to orgasm.

As Sheila was cumming, she saw Jill. She was completely nude. The chair was close to the edge of the couch and Jill's feet were planted on the corners of the cushions. Knees spread wide, Jill's hand was jacking her pussy as fast and as hard as she could. She was peaking at the same time as Sheila. They were cumming together. That started a whole other orgasmic cycle in Sheila.

When she came down just a bit, Mike quickly untangled himself from Sheila and got off of the couch. He stood and pulled off his pants in one movement. His rock hard cock sprung out in front of him. Sheila gasped. She had never seen a hard cock except in some pictures. It was breathtaking.

Mike grabbed Jill, pulled her up out of the chair, and pushed her toward the couch. Knees on the cushions, elbows and arms on the top of the back rest of the couch. Jill's own back gracefully arched as her ass pushed out. 

Sheila had the perfect side view as Mike began to jackhammer his cock in and out of Jill's pussy. He grabbed her hips and he slammed in again and again. Jill was screaming with the pleasure of that rod filling her over and over.

The sight made Sheila begin use her fingers to again vibrate her clit as fast as she could. She quickly approached another mind blowing orgasm. Mike look down at her.

"Yeah! Do it! Do it! Yes! Yes!" he shouted over and over.

Jill gyrated wildly as she came. She was watching Sheila also. Sheila's was right behind her in orgasming. Mike pulled his cock out of Jill, walked over and knelt on the floor next to Sheila's head. He pulled her head close.

"Open your mouth and take my cock inside. Now close your lips and when I shoot off, you will swallow."

Sheila did as she was told. She had never had a cock in her mouth, much less sucked one off. But Mike did all the work. While his cock was in Sheila's mouth, he stroked himself a few times and blasted hot cum into her mouth. 

Sheila started to gag, but kept swallowing as Mike had told her to do. When he was almost done, he pulled out and shot the last bit on her lips. Jill's face appeared over Sheila's and Jill gave her a kiss as passionate as any as she had ever gotten from Mike. Jill licked up all of the left over cum that had smeared Sheila's lips. It was the hottest sex she'd had since Donna had moved out. And this was better.

"I think that you are ready for the next step in your spiritual journey. I'll let Mom know."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"It's called the Mary experience."

Mom was meeting with Sheila one-on-one. Jill was there also, to give support and encouragement, but Mom had forbidden her to speak. This conversation must be strictly between her and Sheila.

"Sheila, this step is so important that I have to talk to you about this with no one else around. Except Jill, who is part of the spiritual authority that is over you. You know what the Bible teaches about Mary and the birth of Jesus. That an Angel told Mary that she would have a child and that child would be from God. All of that is, of course completely true. Mary was a virgin.

But there are also other ancient texts, secret tests that tell us more about what happened. There is nothing that contradicts what you have learned, but it fills in the blanks. This is secret knowledge that was suppressed by the early Church. They didn't want this version of events to get out. We are a part of those chosen by God to preserve this knowledge, and now you are going to share in that secret. 

You can never reveal this to the outside world. They will curse you, ridicule you and hate you. They do not want to believe it. But God has chosen you, Sheila, to have this knowledge and to act upon it. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you ready to hear what I have to say? You will never be the same once you hear what I tell you. You will never be able to forget it. You will always know in your heart that it is true, no matter how much you wish to deny it. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"OK. You know that in the Old Testament, God appeared on the Earth in the form of a human several times. You know from your Sunday School lessons that he appeared to Abraham along with two Angels. In this form, He is usually referred to as The Angel of the Lord."

"Yes, I remember the story."

"Look at me, Sheila. This is the form God used when he appeared to Mary."

Sheila was a little confused. She had never heard this before and she couldn't figure out what it meant. Mom saw the look on her face.

"Let me be very clear to you about what I am saying. And forgive me for being a bit crude, but I want to be crystal clear. OK?"

Sheila nodded her head.

"God fucked Mary. He appeared to her in physical form, took his physical cock and put it into her virgin pussy. God took Mary's virginity. He shot cum inside her and got her pregnant. He had sex with her, just like you watched Mike have sex with Jill. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, I think so."

"Do you or don't you?"

"Yes. I understand."

"The question for you Sheila, is do you want to be Mary? Do you want to have the Mary experience?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to fuck God? Do you want to give him your virginity? Do you want to feel God enter you and stretch you and stroke you to orgasm and let you cum on a cock for the first time? Do you want to feel his hot cum fill you up? Will you give yourself to him?"

"Is God going to make me pregnant too?"

"No, God made all the babies he's going to. One was enough. But you can experience what Mary felt that night. It is an extreme spiritual experience, as well as a physical one."

"How is the possible?"

"God is not coming back to Earth to have sex with you. But he has left a few men with us, who are His designated representatives. You can experience sex with God through them. It's like when you take communion in church. The host remains physical bread and wine, but God inhabits them and there is a spiritual communion with God as you partake. 

So it is in this instance. The physical man remains, but God inhabits him and through him you can experience what it is like to be God's concubine just as Mary did. The secret texts also tell us that God continued to have sex with Mary for the rest of her life."

"What about Joseph? Wasn't Mary his wife?"

"Yes, she was his wife as well. But he was her physical husband. God was her spiritual husband.

This is a rare privilege, Sheila. Very few women are ever offered this opportunity. And it won't come again. You need to consider this carefully.

One of the reason that I asked Jill to be with us is that she was one of the few that has had this experience that you are being offered. She was not a physical virgin as you are, but she was a spiritual virgin. Being a physical virgin as well will only enhance your spiritual experience that much more.

Jill do you have anything that you want to say to Sheila about the Mary experience?"

"Sheila, do this. You have no idea how this will change you. You will become free from all restraint, all bounds. Having sex with God is the highest experiences any woman can have. It is deeply spiritual. Say yes."

Mom continued, "Let me add that once you become God's concubine, you will be his concubine for the rest of your life. You can have sex with him through his representatives over and over. The pleasure never has to end.

There is one more thing. Once you have been through the initial experience, you can designate who will be the physical representative of God for you. As long as he is a spiritually qualified person, of course."

"Who did you choose?" Sheila asked Jill.

"Mike. And you could choose him too. I'd like for you to do that, if you wanted to."

"You wouldn't mind? We could both have him as the spiritual representative. I could have sex with him anytime I wanted?"

"Yes, you could have him all you wanted. You just have to say yes to the Mary experience."

"OK. Yes. I'll do it."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"She's going to be ours. You don't get the cherry. You know the deal, Dad gets that and as many repeats as he wants. Just like he does with me. But we get the whole rest of the Sundae. Two wives to give you those salty kisses you love so much."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Mary experience was truly transformative. It would do just what Jill had said it would, but not for the reasons some believed. There was no objective reality to it. God did not inhabit Dad. Sheila was not going to have sex with actual God.

But the belief that Sheila held about the coming event, created a subjective reality that had very real effects in this world. It was more powerful than any set of "facts". She believed that she was going to copulate with God through Dad's physical presence. His cock would become God's cock and Sheila would completely surrender herself to God's will. 

The House of Love had collectively created a new subjective framework for Sheila, so that she was able to accept new truth. From the outside, a nonbeliever might see the total lack of objective truth in the Mary experience. But for Sheila, her belief system created a reality that was cohesive and logical. God was a spirit. God has on numerous occasions appeared in human form. God impregnated Mary.

All of those things any orthodox Christian church would teach. What the House of Love taught was dependent on that traditional doctrine. It was the foundation upon which Jack Baylor had built his lies. What changed Sheila's view of reality was that last five percent. The 95% truth now transformed into something completely different by the addition of something new. The "ancient text" that gave new information about the Mary experience. The "secret knowledge" that only the chosen few could receive.

It was like changing the aim point of a rifle by ½ of one degree. Close in, it made no difference. But over time and distance, the effect accumulated and the result was completely different. The House of Love had taking Sheila's existing, traditional belief system and given it a nudge.

The change in Sheila had been facilitated by her isolation. She had left behind all of her support systems when she moved away from home. The family and friends and traditional church that had shaped and supported her beliefs and her thinking were no longer there. She needed to find new supports. The House of Love became her new church, her new friends and her new family. All of her support systems now came from one place and directed her to this acceptance of a new reality.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The day of her Mary experience was fast approaching. Mike and Jill were helping Sheila to prepare for the event. Sheila's submission to Mike and Jill was progressing to new and greater levels. It was building toward her ultimate submission to God.

She spent more and more time at their house. Sometimes she spent the night in one of the spare bedrooms. It had been Donna's room when she had lived there. Mike and Jill left their bedroom door open and told Sheila that she should leave hers open at night also. They said that it helped the Air Conditioning circulate and that if the doors were closed, the rooms would get hot.

Sheila would lay in the bed listing to the sounds of sex as Mike and Jill brought each other to the intensity of climax. She heard the slapping of flesh together, the grunts and cries, the encouragements, as she fingered herself to orgasm again and again. One night she got up out of bed, quietly walked out of her room and to the open door of their bedroom. 

She watched as Mike mounted Jill from behind. The sight of his cock fucking her as she gave herself to him, was just as exhilarating as the first time Mike made Sheila cum. That was the same event when she had first watched as Mike took Jill on the couch. She thirsted for Mike to fill her mouth again with that hot spunk, as he had then.

Jill looked up and saw Sheila watching them. She smiled at Sheila, letting her know that she was welcome to vicariously share the moment. Jill liked being watched. She loved performing sex for an audience. It heightened the thrill. Made cumming that much better. Soon, little girl, soon.

Sheila returned to their room on other nights. She began to want to sleep at their house just so she could listen to the two of them and watch what they did together. It was building a powerful lust in her. Jill had told Mike that Sheila was watching and he should look for her standing in the door way.

The next time, Mike was watching for her as she appeared. He looked at her intently as he continued to stroke himself inside of Jill. His eyes did not turn away. He was telling Sheila, "This is what I am going to do with you. I am going to take you just like I take her. Soon you will be here, with my cock filling you, and she will be the one watching."

Sheila entered the room. She walked over to an arm chair that was near the door. One leg lifted over the arm and she rested her foot on the seat cushion. The other leg still stood on the floor. The result was that her legs spread wide and her pussy was in full view. She slowly ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Her eyes said to Mike, "This is what I want to give you. This is what I want you to have. Take me. Use me." She timed her orgasm so that she could peak at the same time as Mike and Jill came together. She was in union with them.

This particular day, Jill had dressed Sheila in a simple, mid-thigh length robe made of very sheer material. It was definitely see through. Sheila was standing directly in front of Mike. Jill stood directly behind her, and was giving her gentle kisses on her neck while rubbing her hands up and down Sheila's arms. 

Sheila was getting wet from the stimulation, but mostly because Mike's hard cock was sticking straight out from between the fold of the silk lounging robe that he was wearing. Her hand reached out and fingers wrapped around his shaft as she slowly stroked him. She was getting better at this all the time. But then, she was getting more and more practice as Jill taught her. Today's lesson was on Sheila's favorite subject. How to get Mike to inject his hot load directly past Sheila's lips and down her throat. 

Jill reached around Sheila and with both hands drew her robe open, exposing her naked breasts to Mike's eyes. She then gently massaged Sheila's breasts and lifted them in offering to her husband. 

"This is my gift to you."

Mike's hand stroked Jill's face as he murmured, "Thank you, my love."

He leaned down and took that perfect breast in his own hand and brought his lips to the erect nipple. He sucked it in and flicked his tongue back and forth. His teeth lightly bit down and he drew that little bud out, stretching her. Sheila sucked in a breath as the pleasure coursed through her body. She was so ready for him.




House of Love Pt. 01



Jill's hands pressed on the top of Sheila's shoulders, directing her body down. Sheila slowly went to her knees while she released her grip on Mike's cock. When she rested on her knees, Mike stood out right at the level of her lips. Oh God, how she loved this cock. It was so beautiful, so masculine, so hard. She loved the taste of it, she loved serving it with her mouth. She wanted to serve it with her pussy.

She took it in her mouth. Sheila relaxed her throat and pushed out her tongue. She pressed her head forward and took him down to the bottom. Jill had taught her how to do this. She had called it deep throating. Back up to the top and back down again.

Jill was kneeling behind Sheila offering instruction and advice. She knew exactly how Mike loved to get his cock sucked and she was turning Sheila into an expert.

"Back up to the top and now out. Run your tongue on the underside just at the head. Now take just the head, close your lips around it. Swirl your tongue around the head, flick it back and forth. Press down into the slit, stroke along it. Now back down all the way to the bottom, let him all the way into your throat. Good girl."

Mike was getting close. Sheila could feel him tensing and his balls were rising in the sack. Her reward was near. Mike began to buck his hips. Jill clamped both hands down on the back of Sheila's head as cock stroked down her throat. Mike grabbed the sides of Sheila's head for leverage as he began to fuck her throat in earnest. He groaned as he began to shoot hot streams into her.

"Don't swallow, baby" Jill whispered. "Hold it all in your mouth. You can do it." When Mike finished spasming, he withdrew. Sheila opened her mouth to show him her tongue swimming in his cum. Jill planted her lips on Sheila's and her tongue and swirled around in the cream. They shared it back and forth until they both swallowed.

"Now stand up and give Mike a nice salty kiss. He loves that."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The day had finally come. Sheila was going to give her virgin pussy to God. She would become Mary. Mom had arrived at Mike and Jill's to help with the final preparations. Sheila would be dressed very simply, just a cape like covering. She would be need to completely naked when she entered the room where her encounter would take place.

"I have final instructions for you. You are about to give yourself totally and completely to God. You are surrendering your will to His and you will have a spiritual experience very few woman have ever had. You have been chosen and are highly favored.

When you enter the room, you will see that man whom God has chosen as His vessel. You will approach him and he will address you as Mary, for that is who you are. He will ask if you are ready to surrender your will to the will of God. You will answer with the same words spoken by that original Mary thousands of years ago, 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.'

You will then demonstrate that you are there of your own volition. That you have been in no way coerced, and this is your utmost desire. You will kneel before him, take his cock into your mouth and such God's cock until it is hard. You will prepare it for the giving of yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. One more thing that you must know. It is the last part of the secret knowledge that you need. It has been withheld from you until this time as it is something only known to the Marys. You must never reveal this part of your experience to anyone except to other Marys.

Do you remember what the Apostle Paul said about how we are to address God when we are in His presence? He said we are to cry out 'Abba'. It is a Greek word that is left untranslated in the English Bibles that you have read all your life. The translators knew perfectly well what it meant, but they were so afraid if its implications they would not let people see the truth that was right in front of them. Do you see what I am trying to say?"

"No, I don't get what you are telling me."

"Abba is a term of endearment of a child to their father. You are a child of God, correct?"

"Yes."

"You are a girl, so you are God's daughter, correct?"

"Yes."

"As was Mary."

"Yes."

"You are going to, as did she..." Mom spoke the next words very slowly and clearly. "...you are going to fuck your father. Your ultimate father. Abba means 'Daddy'. You are going to give yourself to your Daddy. And when you are with him, you will address him that way. When you are cumming on his cock, you will cry out his name. Say it."

"Daddy"

"What are you going to tell him?"

"Fuck me Daddy."

"Good girl. You are ready."

Sheila was loaded into the backseat of an unfamiliar car. Mike drove and Jill sat in the front with him. Mom sat in the back with Sheila. They were taking a route that Sheila has not traveled before.

"When we are a little nearer our destination, I am going to cover your eyes with a bit of cloth. We will guide you out of the car and into the place that has been prepared for your time. Don't be afraid."

Sheila was shivering, not with fear but with excitement. Everything had lead up to this moment. She wanted this so bad. She was going to give herself to God, to her Daddy. Her emotions were so amped up that she thought she was going to pass out. It was all she could do to control herself. She was so wet she was afraid that she would soak the car seat through.

Mom reached over and tied the cloth over her eyes. They were almost there. Soon, Sheila felt the car turn up a driveway and come to a stop. Car doors opened and shut and then Sheila's was opened and a hand was on her arm, pulling on her to direct her out of the back seat.

"It's me" Jill said. "Trust me. I will guide you and make sure that you don't trip over anything. Just listen to me and do what I say."

They walked across some open flay ground until Jill said, "Two steps. Now. One. Two. A short walk now, and stop."

Sheila heard the sound of a door opening.

"Now one step. Up. And we're in."

Sheila was guided through what she supposed was a house, turning first on way and then another. She was complete disoriented by the time they came to a halt. The cloth was removed from her eyes. She was in a darkened hallway standing before a closed door. Jill, Mike and Mom were with her. 

Jill gave her a light kiss. "It's your time." She removed the covering that hid Sheila's body.

Mike opened the door. Sheila entered into the holy room.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As soon as Mike closed the door, he reached over and aggressively pressed sexual advances on Mom. He took hold of her and began kissing her ferociously. He shoved his hand under her blouse fondling her breasts.

"Get it open" he growled.

Mom quickly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, exposing her now naked breasts to Mike's lust filled eyes. He was leering at her, there was hunger for raw sex and she was the object of his desire.

She had no fear of him. She welcomed the unbridled lust that was pouring out of him. That's the way she liked it from him. All power, no warmth. Just fucking, hard and fast.

"Do you want to fuck Mommy?" She said it just to provoke him. He wasn't her physical son, but he was her spiritual son. Everyone with half a brain knew that Mike would be the successor to Jack, whenever the time came. 

He was already taking over certain duties. He would be the one who would take her if something happened to Jack. She loved the thought of offering herself to him 24/7.

Mike loved fucking Mom. He didn't really know why. There was just something about her. She knew exactly how to stoke him up to a red hot fevered pitch. Somewhere his brain knew that she did it on purpose, but that just made Mike like it all the more. He shoved his hand down the front of her pants and roughly grabbed her sex, jamming finger into her wetness.

Mom fortunately knew just what to do and was always a half step ahead of Mike. She had already unzipped her pants and loosened her belt to accommodate his next move. She played him like a fiddle. She loved the way he raped her. Not that it was rape, because that implies nonconsent. And there was definitely nothing nonconsensual in what Mom was doing. If there was anything nonconsensual going on, it would apply to Mike. He really had no idea how much Mom played him.

Mike loved her body. She was the same size as she was when she had been a teen athlete. She even had a washboard stomach. Every part of her body was firm, toned and fit. 

Mike turned her around and was tugging at her pants to get them off of her. He was going to take her right there in the hallway.

"Let's go watch" Jill said. "I don't want to miss her first step in descent to the Magdalene experience."

"As long as Mike fucks me while we do." Mom replied. "By the way, how long do think it will take us to get her to the Magdalene?"

"I don't know, Mom. First, we have to get her through this Mary experience. And right now I don't want to think about that. I just want to fuck your tight ass" was Mike's comment.

They went down a hall that led to the other side of the room that contained Sheila and Dad. There had been added to the entrance on that side, a two door light trap. You entered through the first door into a small space, then closed the door behind you before opening the second door and entering the room. This way, no light from outside of the room would enter and your presence in the room would not be noted. 

The part of the room into which this entrance was located, had all been painted flat black. Walls, ceilings, and every fixture had been coated to absorb and not reflect any light at all. There was a padded rail that crossed your path soon after you entered. It was flat black also. If you didn't know it was there, in the dark you would stumble into it. 

Mike knew just where it was, He pushed Mom over so that her arms could rest on top of the padding. He completed the task of pulling her pants down and she stepped out of them. In the meantime, Jill had found her tube of lubricant and, by feel, located Mom's hole. She squeezed a little around it and then pushed the nozzle in. A hard squeeze then injected a good amount inside. Jill had learned by experience that if these two were within 10 blocks of each other, she better have lube at the ready.

Jill then sat down on the floor, spun around and scooted between Mom's legs. Her back was now towards the action, but she could hear Sheila screaming for 'Daddy' to fuck her. She lifted her head until she clamped her mouth onto Mom's pussy. Her tongue began licking. 

Mike lined up behind Mom and moved his shaft around until he felt the lubed rosebud. Once there, he just shoved it in hard. No foreplay, no mercy, just pushed in and started stroking. That's exactly what Mom wanted. Just shut up and fuck. He was stroking that asshole as hard as he could while he watched "Daddy" fully bury that cock into Sheila's cunt for the very first time.

"Oh, yeah" he thought "she's one of us now."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As she entered, Sheila saw that there were candles lit. They were the only source of light. There was a figure in roughly the center of the room. It was a man wearing a robe. It looked something like a minister's robe she had once seen a TV preacher wearing. She couldn't tell what color it was, it could have been white but looked gold in the candle light.

"Mary?"

Sheila didn't recognize the voice. She couldn't make out the features on the face either.

"Daddy." She answered.

"Come here child. Have you come to me again so soon?"

Sheila was confused for a moment. "I've never been here before," she thought. But then she understood. She was Mary, as were all of the other 'Marys' who had come into this room before her. Just as the man who stood before her was God.

"Yes, Daddy."

Sheila walked over to the robed man. He saw now that he wore a mask.

"Why have you come my daughter?"

"Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word."

Jack groaned. "Life doesn't get any better than this," he thought. "Beautiful 19 year old virgin pussy. God, I never get tired of this. So tight, so willing, they give themselves so freely when properly prepared."

Jack thought about the fact that he had never lost any woman who had been through the Mary experience. After this, they would do anything. Once this girl has fucked her 'father', and he was right now her ultimate 'father', she lost all inhibitions. He could get her to do anything. He was definitely going to have this one again. 

Not that he needed another. He had six at home to fill any need he had. Any fantasy he could dream up, they would do. His wife believed in submission to God's appointed authority. She had helped bring this fresh pussy to him tonight. She scheduled the girls in his house to fill his bed. He fucked them all while she watched. None of this counted all of the other women in the church that had submitted to him. 

It had gotten to the point that he was having to delegate. Mike was really good at this. At least as good, maybe better, that he was. Certainly a worthy successor. Not like his stupid kids.

"Show me what you desire, daughter." Jack parted his robe revealing a semi-hard cock. It was rising as his anticipation grew about what was to come.

Sheila lowered herself to her knees and took the cock in hand and then in her mouth. She brought all of the skills Jill had taught her, and she had practiced on Mike, to the joyous task of pleasuring God's cock. This cock, which in a few minutes, would take her virgin pussy and allow her to become Mary. She was so wet with sexual arousal that she wanted to get herself off while she sucked God dry. But no, she need to give that to her Daddy.

"Damn!" Jack said to himself. "Jill has out done herself this time. This one is better than the last one. What was her name? Yeah, even better than Donna."

Jack had to stop her before he came in her mouth. She had gotten to him faster than he had thought possible. He had been slowing down as he got older, but this girl was going to make him pop like a teenager. He withdrew his cock and pulled Sheila to her feet.

"You have demonstrated your sincerity. You have demonstrated that no one has compelled you to be here. You are here of your own free will."

"Yes, Daddy. I have wanted to be here for a long time. I want to be Mary."

"My good little girl. Tell me plainly daughter, what do you want from me?"

"Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me. Take my virginity and make me Mary forever."

Jack directed Sheila to a strange piece of furniture. It was in the shape in an inverted 'Y'. Where the arms of the 'Y' branched out, there was a bend in the piece that shot the arms up into the air. At the end of each arm, was a projection along the inside edge that was perpendicular to the flat of the arm. All of the twists and bends of this sex chair were made possible because it was made out of one sheet of steam bent plywood, then upholstered over and cushioned.

Jack helped Sheila up on the contraption. He had to take some of her weight while he got her settled. He spread her legs and hooked them over the projections. This prevented her from closing her legs unless she could get them back up and over the projections again. That would be difficult from the way she would be sitting.

The area where the arms branched out from the trunk was cut away so that there was no support for her butt. Her weight was resting on her thighs and back. This allowed unrestricted access to her pussy and ass. Jack could stand upright, step in between the arms of the 'Y' and take her in either hole he desired.

The back piece, the trunk of the upside down 'Y', curved back away from him. When Sheila leaned back, it caused her back to arch, her stomach to stretch and flatten and her breasts to be thrust forward. There were two handles sticking out of the trunk above her head that Sheila could grab on to if she lifted her arms over her head. This allowed Sheila to be able to use her arm and leg muscles to jack herself up and down on his cock, even if he was completely still. Overall, Sheila was bent into a 'V'.

Jack stepped right up to Sheila, took his still hard cock and laid it inside of Sheila's lips and over her clit. She was so wet that she was leaving drops on the floor. Sheila drew in her breath sharply. Her state of arousal could not have been any higher. It had been climbing all day as she was anticipating this moment. Her dream was coming true. She would be Mary as God took her, just as he had that original.

Sheila began to have intense orgasms almost immediately. She had worked herself up into such and emotional and sexual frenzy throughout the day as she prepared, that any touch was going to set her off. He touched. She lit off.

"Oh yes, Daddy, yes. Please, please, Daddy, please fuck me. Please take me Daddy. Make me yours. I'll do anything you want me to. Take my will and make it yours. I'll do it Daddy. Please, just please fuck me!" Sheila was shouting at the top of her voice.

Jack pulled his cock out of that sweet valley. He hated to stop. It felt so good, like slick velvet curling up to surround his rock hard pole. But there was a cherry to pop. A virgin cunt to be stretched for the first time.

As he pulled away, Sheila began to scream.

"No, Daddy, no! Please don't stop. I need it! Please don't leave me! Please Daddy, please."

Jack took his cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down the channel. He felt for the opening of her tunnel. Down that hole was the prize. He teased her some more just for the pleasure of hearing her scream for his cock. His ego soared. He felt his power over her body, over her mind. She was his completely. She would do any kind of sex he wanted. She would perform with anyone he designated just for his pleasure of watching. She had no will of her own. She had given the totality of her being to God.

Jack pushed into her sopping wet tunnel. Just the head, no more. Sheila stopped screaming. She was breathing so hard and short it sounded like a reverse hiccup. She was on the knife edge of anticipation.

Jack pulled out. Sheila mewled. There was a barely heard, "please." Jack pushed back in just a little deeper.

"More. Oh. God, please more."

He slowly stroked in and out, a little deeper each time. Her cunt was so tight. It was like sticking his dick in a furnace, she was so hot. She was whining. Finally, the head of his cock touched her hymen. The sweet cherry at last.

"Not to rush" he thought. This moment is to be savored. Sipped like a fine wine. Enjoy it. Remember it. She will never be a virgin again. It's mine and it will never be anyone else's. He pulled his cock all the way out, just leaving in the head. He pressed in again to touch her shield. He continued to do this again and again, drawing out the moment, tasting his triumph over and over.

It was torture to Sheila, or now Mary as she thought she was. Sheila was nowhere to be found. There was only Mary and God as God took her for the first time. The first of many times God would take her and give her sexual, sensual Heaven. All rational thought ceased as Mary could only understand the need for God to fill her. To stretch her open as he did for her what no other woman has ever experienced before. To become the concubine of God.

Jack pressed his head home against the barrier. Slowly, slowly, a little more pressure, now a little more, until he could feel it start to tear. Stop. Savor. Feel it. Feel it on your cock. No man would ever do this again. Only him. He was the only one who would ever feel her open to a man for the first time. Jack continued to press. He felt his cock pressing through, tear her open. Yes, it felt so good. There was no other experience like virgin pussy.

Mary felt the pain of God tearing open her cherry. His cock was filling her completely, stretching her like literally nothing had ever before. The hurt of the moment was lost in the ecstasy of becoming God's.




House of Love Pt. 02



This story is a continuation of House of Love #1 and will be much more understandable if you read that one first. TSM

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Chapter 4

Jack stumbled away from Sheila. He just had the best sex of his entire life. It was the most intense, mind-blowing fuck imaginable. His wildest fantasies were completely lame compared to the experience he just finished.

He had done a lot of women in his life. More than his share of young girls. Plenty of virgins even. The House of Love assured that all of this would continue until he was simply too old to get it up anymore. He had run the "Mary" scenario before. He had used it with Jill and Donna and several others. But it could only be used with a very select few women. 

Luck had been with him lately. Three in such a relatively short time. He would have thought that God had blessed him, but it was more likely that if God existed at all, he was going to be mad-as-hell with Jack. Hell. The thought made Jack glad that he didn't really believe in it. But if it did exist, getting the greatest pussy ever would be well worth it. Or at least that how Jack hoped it would work out. Better not to think about these things.

Taking that girl, manipulating her until she was there, in that chair, spread wide and begging for him to fuck that virgin pussy, was the greatest power rush known to Man. At least to men, he wasn't sure about what women thought, not that he really cared anyway. It had been the highlight of his life, until that look in her eyes. He didn't have any idea what that was all about, but he didn't like it. It scared him precisely because he didn't know what it was. If he didn't understand it, he couldn't control it. And if he couldn't control whatever had inhabited Sheila, he wanted to get as far away from it as he could.

Whatever knowledge he lacked regarding Sheila, there was unassailable knowledge he was receiving about the condition of his groin. His balls were racked with pain. Never in the entire history of humanity had anyone ever cum as hard as he had inside that Vise Grip furnace. It was like something had reached inside of him and ripped out every molecule of cum all at once. His dick felt like somebody shoved a firecracker up his pee hole.

Jack made his way out of the room, stumbling and tripping, but finally gaining the exit. He could hardly walk. Every step was agony. His crotch was killing him. He made it to his car, fired it up and left the scene. He need to stop a grocery and get a bag of frozen peas. Maybe several.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mike lifted Sheila off of the chair. She was completely limp, it was like trying to hold Jello. Mom and Jill helped. They found the cape that had covered her on the inbound journey, drew it around her nude body and helped her back out through the house. Mike mostly carried her along.

They got her into the car, sitting her in the middle of the back seat. Mom and Jill were on either side to support her body from slumping over. Mike drove. The two women in the back seat were taking turns giving Sheila gentle kisses and caresses. They were loving her like the most tender of lovers

"How are you doing, baby"? Jill asked.

"I don't know" Sheila replied. "I'm still out there."

"Out where?"

"I don't know, out there with him."

"Who?"

"God. I'm still out there with God. I'm floating somewhere, maybe it's Heaven. I don't know."

"Do you know who you are?"

"Mary, I'm Mary. Sheila, too."

"I know, baby. I know." Jill whispered.

"He fucked me. I gave him everything. I fucked him with everything I had. He took it all, and now I am his forever.

"I understand, I completely understand what you are saying. Just lie back and relax. Enjoy it. Let it fill you up, baby."

Sheila's euphoric state well known by Jill. She had experienced it as well when she, herself, had been fucked by God. The Mary experience was known only to a very small group of women. Those few, who knew the reality of becoming Mary, were closer than lovers.

Mike drove carefully, not wanting to introduce any sudden movements while he navigated home. They arrived at Mike and Jill's house. The three of them took Sheila into the house, disrobed her and put her into the spare bedroom she used when she stayed overnight. 

What was Donna's, was now Sheila's. No longer would she live in her apartment. Mike and the men of the church would get together, with their pickups, and empty it out moving all of her personal possessions to her new home. 

The move served to bring Sheila closer into the community of the House of Love. Except for her job, all of her life was now directly connected to the church. Her belief system was being formed through information coming almost exclusively from a single source. Outside influences were getting farther and farther away. Their power diminished, while the power of the House of Love grew.

Mom completely undressed herself in front of Mike and Jill while they were tucking Sheila into bed. She never missed the chance to offer Mike the opportunity to appreciate her naked form. Mom crawled in beside Sheila, and pressed her naked flesh close. She gave her more loving kisses, grazing her hand over Sheila's body. She stroked her breasts, circled the nipples with her finger, dragged her hand over the swollen mound between her legs.

Mom was not trying to receive anything from Sheila. She was giving. It was helping Sheila to extend her time of complete union with God. Mom was loving her new sibling. A sisterhood that transcended this plane of reality. Sheila was now a sister, a lover, a shared existence. She was now a Mary, like Jill, like Donna, like others, like Mom.

Sheila slept for two days. She didn't get out of bed for 12 hours, and only then because it was move or use a bedpan. Moving was better. Back to sleep. Her body, mind and spirit had been drained. Recharge took time. Mike and Jill went off to work and their daily necessary routines. Mom mostly stayed in bed with Sheila, loving her. Not sex, love.

When she had a little strength, Mom fed her liquids, soups and such. Soon solid food. Sheila got out of bed and sat in the living room, because lying in bed so long was becoming uncomfortable. She needed to move, stretch.

The recuperation allowed her time with Mom that had never been available previously. They talked about everything, the way you do when you are discovering another person. Open the gate, let the shields down, let them inside the walls of protection we all erect. Eventually they got around to the Mary experience.

"Tell me what happened" Mom said.

"You know, you're a Mary too" Sheila answered.

"Yes, but I want to hear it from you without any input from me. I don't want to color your perceptions in any way."

"OK. I was so excited with anticipation. I was going to completely surrender to the will of God. That was the most important thing to me. How amazing is it to be chosen by God to become Mary? God wanted for me to give him my virgin pussy. He wanted to take his cock and push it in me and make me his very own. What a privilege I was given. I am now a concubine of God. It is still hard to believe it happened. I had sex with God! 

As much as I wanted spiritual fulfillment, I was also in a sexual frenzy. Mike and Jill had been slowly preparing me for this. I became more and more sexual with them. I was having sex with Mike in every way I could, except he couldn't penetrate me with his cock. I mean, oral was OK, but nothing else.

I wanted him. I wanted him to put it in me and fill my pussy, but he denied me. He wouldn't do it. He said that it wasn't God's will. It was driving me crazy. I was surrounded by sex, but I couldn't have any. The denial was making my frustration level go through the roof. I couldn't think about anything else. I was watching Mike and Jill perform every time I was here, and all I could do was think about how much I wanted to give my virginity. I wanted to FUCK.

When I went into that room, it was dark and mysterious. God was waiting for me. I know that physically it was a man, but it was God. And God, through him, was going to allow me to be Mary. I was going to experience sex with God, just as she did 2000 years ago. It was overwhelming. As soon as God's cock touched me I exploded in orgasm. And then, when I could actually feel it entering me, stretching me, and I knew that this was the moment, I would be virgin no more, I was lifted into what I can only describe as another dimension. It was real, but not real at the same time. It was like I split in two, physical and spiritual.

I was still aware of my physical body and what was going on, but at the same time I was separated from it. At the moment that God finally pushed his cock all the way in me, my cherry tore and the pain mixed with the pleasure. In that instant I saw the face of God. It was right there as he slammed into me. I was looking out through the physical eyes of Sheila's body, but I was Mary 2000 years ago, lying on her back in the straw as God came inside her, filling her with his cum and impregnating her.

I lost all sensibility of any rational thought and this reality slipped away. I was caught up into Heaven as God made me cum over and over and over again. I couldn't think, I could only experience and I was transformed. I was Mary, and the act of giving myself to God wiped away all of the tired, worn out crap that I had been taught. This experience brought total clarity. 

If God fucked human women, then what barriers to the unrestricted enjoyment of his created sex drive, could have been his intention? None. None at all. The face of God turned into the face of Mike and I realized that as I gave myself to the ultimate authority, God, I could freely give myself to God's chosen man, Mike. Mike carries the authority of God handed down through God's church and I can be as unrestrained with him as I was with God himself. I want his cock in me.

Then God's face turned into the face of my earthly father. God showed me that sex with him was the same as sex with God. My earthly father was my earthly authority and I can share myself with him as freely as I shared myself with God. As freely as I will share myself with Mike and anyone else he chooses. Men, women, those involved in earthly marriages, single, young, old, people I know, or complete strangers, it makes no difference. I can share in God's love with every one of them. I am free."

"You are Mary" Mom said quietly. "You have truly become her and reached to the spiritual plane of freedom. Sheila you are the most remarkable, spiritually astute woman I have ever met. So I want to tell you something that not many other women in this church know about."

"What is it?"

"There's more, Sheila. There is more."

"More than the Mary experience? How could there be more than that? What is it?"

"It's called the Magdalene experience. I am convinced that you can go there. But there is much you must learn before then. I can't tell you about the Magdalene yet. You aren't ready. But I make a solemn promise, that when the time is right, I will guide you there."

"I trust you Mom. I will be patient and wait on the will of God and his timing. I know you will act when the time is right."

"Thank you for trusting me."

"Mom, can you tell me how the Mary experience came to be? No one else has ever heard of it. No other church even hints at the existence of such a thing. Yet, it is so beautiful. How can this not be shared with everyone?"

"Well, like I told you before, this is secret knowledge reserved by God for only the few. Most people can't handle something like this. Imagine the reaction if suddenly one day, you showed up at your old church and told people that God had actual sex with Mary and that the women of the church could do that too."

"Oh. That would not be good."

"You are right. It would not be good. Even at House of Love, the knowledge is restricted. This is much too powerful to just spread out to the masses.

I know that this hidden truth has been revealed to others. There are hints of it in different locations and at different times. Although it never became official doctrine accepted by that church, there was a Mormon elder who taught that God had physical sex with Mary. There are other reports of it in other places as well, but it is always severely repressed, so they are difficult to find.

As far as this line, or maybe this group, of Marys, it started with me. My father owned a horse farm out west. That's where I'm from you know. He was also a part-time preacher. He went to little churches that couldn't afford a regular Pastor. They gave him what they could, it was never much, but that is not why he was there. He had a genuine desire to help people and get then closer to God. He didn't know much of the Bible, and he didn't have much education, but he did have the love of God in his heart and people can tell that.

Well, Momma died when I was sixteen. It was real hard on Daddy. He took it bad. Sometimes he would just breakdown crying and sobbing for what looked like no reason. But I knew the reason. He was thinking about Momma.

I liked to read and there wasn't much else around, except Momma's old Bible. So I read that. Well, after reading a whole lot I realized, that God came to earth more than once in the Old Testament. And he looked and acted human. 

Then I read about Mary getting pregnant with God's baby. Well, there's only one way to get a woman pregnant. God just showed up in human form once again and she gave herself to him. Mary had sex with God. If Mary had sex with her father, I know he was her heavenly father, but still, why couldn't I have sex with my earthly father?

It took a while, but I kept giving him a tease. Letting him catch glimpses of me not fully dressed. Wearing loose shirts unbuttoned enough that when I bent over, he could get a nice view. He had never been able to bring himself get rid of Momma's clothes, so I started wearing them. Especially the nighties I know she used to get him riled up. Lots of them were see-through and I loved showing off my body for him.

I began to tell him about what I discovered in the Bible about Mary and God. I told him that if Adam and Eve were the only two people on Earth, and they had children who then had children of their own, there was a whole lot of incest going on somewhere. And I told him about Lot, whose daughters got him drunk and they had sex with him, both of them. They took turns with him, one the first night, then the other the next, until he got them both pregnant. He fucked his daughters pregnant, but the Apostle Peter called him a righteous man. Then I talked about Tamar, who slept with her father Judah. He was one of the twelve sons of Jacob, so he was the start of one of the tribes of Israel. The one that Jesus came from. Tamar became a prostitute so that she could seduce Judah get him to make her pregnant. So why couldn't Daddy fuck me?

I could see that it was working on him. He was resisting with everything he had, but eventually I was going to have him. One night I opened the door to his and Momma's bedroom. He was lying on his back with is eyes closed. He was lost in concentration and didn't hear me open the door. 

Then I saw what he was concentrating on. He had his cock in his hand. It was hard and sticking straight up as he was slowly rubbing it up and down. I made a little noise and he looked over at me there in one of Momma's most sexy nighties. As he looked at me, I knew that he was finally ready. I took off the night gown to let him look at my completely naked body. He had never stopped stroking his cock the whole time. 

I didn't know much about sex beyond the basic biology. I just knew that I wanted it with my Dad. I wanted to give him the love and comfort that he missed from Momma. So I walked over to him, moved his hand out of the way and took his cock into my own. I stroked it for him. Then I straddled him and sat down on that hard thing and took it in my pussy. Not much technique, but it was all of my love. I gave him my virginity and rode him until he came in me. I was two weeks past my eighteenth birthday."

"What happened then?"

"Well, we bought condoms, I think that it was a big fifty pack roll, and I moved into his bed. The roll didn't last that long and pretty soon we had to buy another. Well, we couldn't just fuck all day, we had a horse ranch to run. There were ranch hands to supervise, more in season when things really got busy. Lots of big, rough men who all wanted to dominate me and push me around, thinking I was just some little girl. Well, I wasn't going to take that. I had lots of stallions that needed breaking and I set about breaking them. 

Now when you break a stallion you don't want to break his spirit. Who wants a wimp-ass stallion? You just want to break him to your will, so that you can get the bit in his mouth, take the reins, mount him, and go for a long wild ride. Girl, riding a just-broke stallion is as fun as it gets. You climb on that thing, take off and let him gallop. The bouncing up and down pounds your pussy and your clit get pushed on over and over. Oh, dear Lord, orgasm after orgasm until I was so tired, I thought I would fall off. I'm telling you girl, I had to break in a lot of stallions over the years. But not a damn one of them was a horse."

Sheila thought Mom was funny, the way she told the story, but tried hard not to laugh. It hurt, she was still too sore for this. "So what does this have to do with Jack?"

"Jack was one of the stallions. I liked him well enough, he wasn't as bad as the others. He never disrespected me. But, honestly, he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box. That was OK with me, as it suited my plans. Ranch hands are crude and if they ever learn something embarrassing about you, it will be all over the county by that afternoon. So, one thing I knew about Jack was, he couldn't have children. I heard some of the other hands poke at him about it. Not that he couldn't get it up, but that he didn't make enough little swimmers to get the job done. That was better. I needed a plan to cover my sex with Daddy, so I picked Jack.

One night he was alone in the barn, all the others had gone into town to get drunk. Jack didn't drink, another point in his favor. I went in, pushed him down on the hay, and fished his cock out of his jeans. I stripped and straddled him. I told him that he'd have all of this he wanted, and more, as long as my bit was in his mouth and I had the reins. We galloped when I wanted to gallop, walked when I wanted to walk. We went where I wanted to go, and he could mount any mare he wanted, as long as I approved. If he messed up, he'd be a gelding. He agreed and I saddled up."

"What happened then?"

"We got married next week. I laid off any other hands I thought knew Jack couldn't get me pregnant. I threw away the roll of condoms and told Daddy I wanted babies."

"So your sons aren't Jack's?"

"No, my sons are also my brothers. Daddy made me pregnant both times."

"That is one amazing story. But somewhere, I missed the part about the Mary experience."

"Oh! I did skip that part, didn't I? OK, then. When I was reading the Bible and all those stories, I realized what God wanted me to do. He wanted me to bring love, comfort and happiness to my Daddy. Mom was gone and he needed someone to give him what he needed. He was getting depressed and he was going downhill. The ranch was falling apart and he just wasn't able to get things done. 

God wanted me to have sex with my father. He wanted me to take that hard rod, put it in a warm, loving environment and bring happiness to the man I loved most. When I did that, in offering myself completely to God's will, I experienced being lifted up and found myself in communion with God. I learned that the artificial barriers bad religion raised, which prevented real love from being expressed, were just blown away."




House of Love Pt. 02



"So that is when you discovered the Mary experience?"

"It was the beginning. I discovered more along the way, and the result is that your experience was much more full and intense than was mine. But there were two other times I have experienced near the same level."

"When was that?"

"The first time that I had sex with my sons. When they came of age, each of my sons, in turn, stretched my pussy open when they pressed their cocks into me."

"You have sex with your sons?"

"Yes, you know for yourself that the Mary experience removes all barriers. That doesn't mean that you will commit incest, but that it is a choice that you can make without fear. I have sex with both of my sons on a regular basis."

"Wow! I have a lot to learn, don't I?"

"It has opened a lot of options for you. Incest is only one of them. But I know that there is one incestuous relationship you will choose. In fact, you have already chosen it."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mike and Jill came home. Mom went home. Sheila was strong enough that she no longer needed someone to watch over her. She was quickly feeling stronger. The experience drained her, but now it had also added capacity. Her libido was stronger than ever and she was feeling ready for love. Also, Mom's story had also pushed her buttons.

"Hi! I'm so glad you two are home."

Sheila walked up to Mike and pressed her body against his. She was in heat and she couldn't help herself. She was going to hump his leg if that's all she could get. Her breathing got heavy. Her hands started roaming all over him.

Jill stepped up and put her arms around her.

"Slow down, sweetie. I know just how you feel. It will come soon."

Sheila's voice sounded guttural. "I've waited so long for this. I want him to fuck my pussy. I want to give it to him now."

"All in good time, baby. But he still can't fill that sweet pussy yet. There is still a ways to go before that happens."

Sheila wailed out "No! No, it's not right! I've waited this long for it. I want it! Please don't make me wait any longer. It's not fair. I need him to fuck me. I need his cock in me."

"Well my darling, I said that he can't fuck your pussy. I didn't say he couldn't fuck you."

"You mean..."

"If you can't let him in the front door, let him in the back."

Jill's tongue ran lengthwise across Sheila's lips. 

"He's gonna fuck you in the ass. And that's not the only new thing you will experience tonight. This is just the first night of a whole new school for you."

Sheila was at the point she didn't care how he fucked her, pussy or ass, as long as she could feel his hardness penetrate her fully. It was more about being taken by him, about her submission to his lust, than it was about the sex. Of course, the sex was very important. She was burning up with desire.

Together they fixed dinner, ate cleaned up. Sheila was squirming the whole time she sat. The anticipation was driving her wild. Mike and Jill had been building her up to the Mary experience for months. Slowly bringing her along, until she was ready to unite with God in the giving of her virginity. 

But that was not the only thing Sheila had been building towards. The direct object of her lust was Mike. Jill had been using Mike to stoke her boiler, as well as teach her. The pressure had to be relieved soon, or there was going to be one hell of an explosion. 

Sheila had thought that in giving herself to God, the floodgates would open and everything would be immediately available, especially Mike. She thought that being open to all possibilities, would mean that she could try every chocolate in the sampler.

Mike talked to her. "Sheila, don't go for everything all at once. Take small bites. Chew. Savor the new taste. Find what is for you and what is not. Jill and I want to help you find the right path for you to take on the way to the Magdalene experience. The Mary experience is intense, but simple. 

The Magdalene is not as intense, but more complicated. There are many things for you to try and new things that you have never done before. Some you will like, some you will find are not your cup of tea. But all must be learned. The next experience depends on it.

Trust us to guide you properly. There is one more thing you must do before I can have you, in the way you want to give yourself to me. When it does happen, it will be all the more satisfying for having waited. Just like what happened to you in becoming Mary. We went slow, built step by step, so that when the time was right you were at the peak of anticipation, the peak of readiness and the peak of acceptance. It created the best possible result. OK?"

Sheila calmed down. She nodded. She thought about how Mike was her direct spiritual authority and he would take control and direct her life. She needed to give herself to him like she had given herself to God. After all, it was the same thing.

"OK. I understand. I will wait, and learn, and try to take it easy. Does that mean you will fuck my ass right now? Do you want me to bend over on the couch? I'm not wearing any panties."

There was desperation in Sheila's voice. Mike knew her state of hyper-arousal was an after effect of the Mary experience. She needed some relief right now. It simply couldn't wait. Sheila couldn't wait. Mike looked at Jill. She made a slight nod with her head, and stepped up to Sheila.

As she began to caress Sheila, she said "Let me help you, baby. Let me take the edge off. Just enough to help you while we get you ready for Mike. I can't just let him jam his cock up your ass. You aren't ready. You will tear and be injured. I have to stretch you out first. Then you can have it. Just a little while longer, OK?"

Sheila shook her head slightly, but rapidly. She was forming tears in her eyes. A shaky voice said, "OK. Please help me. I can't take it anymore. I need it now."

Jill led Sheila over to the couch and they sat side-by side. Jill turned to Mike and said to him, "Why don't you go get things ready. I'll bring her in just a little bit."

Mike headed off for their bedroom.

Jill stroked Sheila's hair. "Relax. I'm going to get you off."

If all Sheila had needed was an orgasm, she could have done that herself. What she needed was to be touched. She needed another person to love her.

Jill's hand stroked Sheila's wet pussy. It was gentle, but firm. Not fast. Sheila needed to get off, but not a screaming cum. Jill didn't want to dampen her ardor, just help her to delay enough for what was coming. And she didn't want to engage in sex with Sheila. 

What they were doing wasn't lesbian, it was one friend helping another with what was, at the moment, a necessity of life. Intro to Lesbian 101, would come very soon. Just not right now. 

Sheila did have a nice orgasm. It didn't satisfy her over revved drive. But it allowed sanity.

"Come on, baby. Let's go see Mike. He should be getting things set up for us."

Sheila thought that they would be heading to the bedroom, but Jill led her into the Bath instead. Mike was in there holding a long tube with a thin nozzle at the end. The other end was attached to a bag hanging from the shower head.

"We are going to clean you inside. Then things will be nice for both you and Mike. Understand? I need you to lay down on the floor."

Mike had put a rug down on the bathroom floor so Sheila would be cushioned from the hard tile and she wouldn't get cold.

"Mike is going to put some lube on you and then insert the nozzle. He's going to fill you up with warm water. You will feel pressure and also very full. When he takes it out, you have to hold it in. You will have to squeeze very tight."

Sheila nodded. "What is this?"

"It's an enema. It will make things nice. There are some people who get off on this. Lots who don't. It's an individual thing. You need to know about that, whether you experience arousal yourself or not. From now on, everything is leading to Magdalene."

Jill was right. Sheila felt very full and she needed to release really, really bad. Mike and Jill helped her up and onto the toilet. Water blasted out. Mike flushed and Jill wiped her with a warm, wet cloth.

"OK, Sheila. We do it again until everything is clear. Then you are clean and ready for the next step."

When she was, they took her into the bedroom. Mike and Jill had a four-poster bed of stout construction. It was tasteful, but strong. There were straps attached fairly high on the post. They were like the straps on a city bus that people used to hang on while having to stand when the bus was moving. The hand went through the loop and gripped the top of the strap. It allowed support along both hand and wrist, but could be easily released and disengaged anytime one wanted. It wasn't bondage, only help hanging on for a wild ride.

In addition to the regular bed, there was a daybed which was against the wall, across from the foot of the sleeping bed. It was perpendicular in relation to the regular bed. There was a rail running around three sides, pillows down at one end. One could lay lengthwise on the bed with one's back propped up by the pillows. The arrangement gave a perfect view between the beds, both ways.

"Get up on the bed, kneel. Bend over until your shoulders are on the mattress. Stick your ass up in the air. Relax." Jill started massaging Sheila's small tight ass. It was so boyish, so hard. Jill grabbed a handful with each hand and squeezed and kneaded. She loved this ass. It turned her on. She thought about the fact that soon it would be her turn to have it completely.

Jill lowered her face to the crack. Her tongue touched Sheila's anus. Sheila jumped.

"It's called a rim job." Mike told her. "Relax. Enjoy the sensations. Your asshole is very sensitive and erogenous. Let yourself go. It's a new experience for you. You are going to enjoy it."

Jill continued to lick Sheila's hole. Her tongue went round and round, the tip teasing the rim. Jill pushed into Sheila's hole, flicking in and out. Her lips clamped on and sucked. She ran her tongue flat up and down the crack, paying special attention to the rosebud, lapping at it. She played in the taint, occasionally slipping into Sheila's wet pussy. Not too much of that. Another lesson for later.

Mike held out a jar of petroleum jelly. Jill dipped in her middle finger. She brought the glob to Sheila's backside and unloaded the dollop on top of her opening.

"Sheila, I want you to push out like you are trying to go. This is one reason we cleaned you out. There's nothing in there, so you don't have to be afraid you will make a mess. This is the secret of anal sex. You push out, things go in. When you push, it opens you and relaxes the muscles. Then things feel real good. It doesn't hurt. Now push for me."

Jill pressed one finger in Sheila's ass. She slowly stroked in and out while also pressing from side to side. The purpose was to get Sheila used to having something stroking in her ass as well as stretching her out. When she thought Sheila was ready, Jill inserted a second finger. Same thing, stroking and spreading her fingers to loosen her up. Then three. More lube. More stretching.

Sheila was enjoying the sensations Jill was giving her. She was discovering just how sensitive her ass was. She likes the feeling of Jill's fingers in her. She like the pressure that created and how it stretched her. She loved having Jill play with her anus.

Jill pulled her fingers out and inserted both thumbs. Now she could really pull Sheila open. She used her fingers, digging into Sheila's buns, to get leverage. As she continued to pull her thumbs in opposite directions, Jill was also massaging the sphincter muscles, helping them to relax and further prepare for Mike's cock.

Mike watched the gaping hole Jill was creating. He was getting very wound up thinking about the virginity he was about to take. Dad had her virgin pussy. He would have her virgin ass. The power of the moment was surging through him. He loved Sheila, but he wanted to dominate her as well, bend her to his own will. He wanted to experience her willingly submit to his need and in that submission, fill her own need as well. He wanted to fuck that ass.

"She's ready" said Jill.

Jill got off of the bed and moved around to the end. She helped Jill turn to face her.

"Put your hands through the loops. They will help you stay up on your knees when your legs are getting tired. Mike loves anal sex and he stretches it out for as long as he can. It will also help you stroke yourself up and down his cock when he is still. You can fuck yourself on his cock."

Jill moved into position, placed her hands through the loops. It allowed her to relax her back muscles, as she didn't have to hold herself up if she didn't want to. She could just hang by her arms.

Mike scooted up behind her and pressed close. Sheila could fee his hard rod in the crack of her ass and along the taint. She tried to wiggle around to get it inside her pussy. She was excited about his taking the dirt road, but that didn't deter her number one goal. Mike shifted so that didn't happen. Today her ass, tomorrow the world.

He knew that it wasn't his turn in that pussy. Yet. There was another in line ahead of him. Sheila hadn't figured it out, but she would. She half knew what she needed to do, it was floating around in her subconscious, fooling around in the back of her mind. Mom had already pointed out to Sheila that the decision was made, but Sheila had not yet worked through implications and implementation. It was not a fully formed concept in her conscious mind. She would get there. Patience, patience. It would happen. Just a little while longer.

Mike reached down with one hand and rubbed his fingers in her front slit. With the other, he massage her asshole. He dipped for another mass of lube and pushed it up inside her. The finger in her front door was synchronizing with the one in the back door. Mike was, at the same time, slightly lifting her weight. The result was that his fingers were tightly pressing her inside, causing strong sexual stimulation. Sheila began to moan and grind her hips.

Mike pulled his fingers out and reached around her torso to fill his hands with her breasts. He was extremely aroused. Hormones were flooding his system. The anticipation of finally burying his cock in her, and the months long delay, had him red-hot. 

He kissed her neck and ears, sucking and licking. He knew it drove her crazy. Every woman was different and you had to learn where the switches were located. Over the months of training and teasing he had found just about all of them. He knew how to play Chopin with this instrument. He was ready to go, but was waiting for Jill to start her part of the show.

When Mike had moved up close behind Sheila and taken over control from Jill, Jill had walked out of the room. Now she returned, bringing someone with her. Sheila saw that it was Donna. The woman who had lived at the house before she did.

They walked into the room holding hands. They stopped right in front of Sheila and turned to face each other. They came together, as Sheila watched them, into a full lover's kiss. It was a naked display of unbridled Sapphic lust.

Donna and Jill began undressing each other. Tops were removed revealing naked flesh. Neither wore a bra. Jill's breasts were so beautiful. Sheila loved looking at them. They were large, full, pendulous, turning up just at the nipple. They were perfect, centerfold quality, jutting out, inviting, daring someone to lick them, suck them. Donna took the challenge.

As she brought her mouth to the mountain, she drew in not just the nipple, but an entire mouthful of Jill, as much as she could fit. At the same time, one hand was massaging that same breast while her other traveled south to cup Jill's sex. Jill turned her head toward Sheila. Total, complete, unrestrained ecstasy registered there. Her eyes said, "THIS is fucking."

As Mike continued is hands-on assault of Sheila, he whispered in her ear.

"We trained Donna, as we will train you. Look at them. Does it turn you on? Watching them fuck? This is your future. You will learn to love pussy as much as they do. Every woman you look at, you will wonder what it would be like to fuck them. What do they look like naked? How can you seduce them? You will have sex with every single one of the women in this church who are of age. It's God's will for your life. You will become lesbian. It is on the road to Magdalene."

Sheila felt Mike's shaft penetrate her anus. It stretched her and he filled her. She felt the fullness. It was Heaven. God wanted this. She wanted Mike's cock in her ass. He wanted her to fuck women. He wanted her to glory in eating pussy.

Sheila was lifted up to God. Not as high as the Mary experience, but her spirit soared. Like Mom told her that she had with her sons. She once again gave herself to the will of God, and released herself from all restraints. There was no sex she could not do.

Sheila reached an ecstatic state, she was having a religious experience as well as a sexual one. She was in union with God spiritually and with Mike physically. He was now deep stroking her ass. All the way in as far as he could go, literally balls to the wall. Now back out, leaving in just the head and plunging down again. Sheila was getting the maximum sensation from each stroke.

Jill and Donna, now completely naked, and moved on to the daybed. Jill lay on her back, propped up by the pillows. She raised the knee on her far leg and pushed it back against the railing. The other leg, she spread wide and at the knee, dropped her calf over the side of the bed. It gave Sheila a clear view of her glistening pussy. Sheila knew Jill's signals well enough to tell that she was at the height of her arousal.

Donna lay on the bed between Jill's legs. She was half off, half on because the two of them, in train, were longer than the bed. Jill looked directly at Sheila once more. Without moving her eyes, she reached out and drew Donna's head down between her thighs. She was putting on a show for Sheila's benefit. 

Sheila understood the meaning without any words spoken. "This is what you will do. You will worship my pussy. I trained Donna, I will train you. You will fuck me as I please, you will pleasure me as I demand. You will be mine. And I will be yours."

Mike's cock was stroking harder and faster. He was slamming it in her ass as hard as he could. He lost himself to pure animal lust and all focus went to the extreme pleasure he was getting from fucking that hot, tight, virgin asshole. Sheila loved it. The harder he went, the better it felt. God had prepared her for this day.

The simultaneous input from Mike's cock and the visual stimulation of watching Jill and Donna fuck like animals, combined with knowledge that Sapphic lust was her new birthright, pushed her to the top of Everest. It was added to the long awaited filling by Mike, what she had desired, what she had waited for so long, took her once again to the plane of insensibility. Being fucked in the ass was her reward for faithfulness to the secret knowledge God had given to the House of Love. It was now pure experience. She reached a stasis of continuous sexual bliss, a never ending orgasm.

Sheila could no longer keep track of time or events. She was in an altered state of existence. She would recall vignettes from the rest of the night. Being taken out of the straps and laid on her back with Jill ravishing her pussy with her mouth. Watching as Mike fucked Donna's ass and pussy. Then Jill's. Nothing barred, nothing withheld, except Mike's cock from her cunt.

Sheila awoke in her own bed the next morning with no idea how she had gotten there. She was sore. Her ass hurt, there was no denying that. Her body ached. She felt,--she felt well used. But at the same time strangely invigorated. It was a strange juxtaposition.




House of Love Pt. 02



Coming: The Road to Magdalene continues, dangerous curves ahead!



House of Love Pt. 03



This Chapter hopefully is able to stand alone. But it is a continuation of House of Love #1 & #2 and will be much more understandable if you read them first. House of Love is a religious organization run by Jack ("Dad") and his wife Lou Ann ("Mom") Baylor. Thanks for reading. TSM

*****

Chapter 5

After the events of last night, Sheila was ready to take a break. The sex was intense and very satisfying, but life had to go on. Sheila still had her job at the factory, laundry needed to be done, house cleaned, dishes washed, all of the normal tasks of life. She couldn't spend all day, and every night, having sex. You have to eat, sometime.

She loved living with Mike and Jill. She would be able to engage in long conversations, have sex, walk around completely nude if she wanted, without the inconvenience of having to stop, pack up, and go home. Everything she needed was now here. She was home.

Days slipped by in routine, until Tuesday came round again. It was time for the weekly women's meeting with Mom and the ladies of the church. After supper and cleanup, it was time to get ready to go. Jill had seemed restless to Sheila the entire evening. Like there was nothing majorly wrong, but Sheila knew Jill's moods well enough to tell that she was unquiet.

"Is there something bothering you Jill? Is there something wrong?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"You just seem jittery. I don't know, I just thought that maybe something was going on. Is Mike alright?"

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong. I think that I am a little excited, and maybe a little anxious ,about tonight."

"What about tonight?"

"Well, tonight at the meeting new things are going to be revealed to you. New things about the church, and, uhmm, I was remembering the night these things were revealed to me, that it was a real surprise. I'm just wanting for you to have a good reaction and enjoy what's coming."

"What's coming?"

"Let's just go. You'll see, and Mom will explain it."

Jill drove and was deliberately a little late to the meeting. She wanted to be sure that they were the last to arrive. As they entered the house, Sheila immediately noticed a difference. Always before, the foyer and the rest of the house was brightly lit. But tonight, it was subdued. Lighting was decidedly low level, even dim one might say. Everything could still been seen clearly, but there was no more light than necessary.

As they walked into the main room, Sheila noted that there was no electric light at all. Illumination came only from the many candles distributed throughout. The room was full. There were no absentees, all of the women allowed to attend this meeting were present.

As Sheila entered the room, the first thing that she made out was Mom standing on the center of the room wearing diaphanous lingerie. It showcased her beautiful body to its best vantage. No wonder this mature woman drove Mike crazy. She was in her early 50's, but this body looked at least twenty years younger. She was fit, toned with a flat midsection. She even had a bit of a washboard. She was just damn sexy. None of that was a surprise to Sheila, having spent several days in bed with her following the Mary experience.

Mom was standing next to a low bed. It was empty. But none of the other pieces of furniture were. On every chaise, couch, and love seat were couplings of two or three women. All were wearing their sexiest, most alluring lingerie. Some had no coverings over their sex. It was being proudly displayed in invitation. Others had one or more breast bared.

It looked as if some of the couples had a head start on the presumed festivities. Lips were being latched on to nipples, fingers inserted into wetness, Venus was being stroked. Every woman, with the exception of Mom, Jill and Sheila, was in some stage of sexual intercourse with another woman.

"Tonight, we reveal our true purpose to you Sheila. The real intent of these meeting is to explore the true, deep spiritual meaning of Sapphic love. Contrary to what many say, the Bible never condemns lesbianism between women. It forbids women to leave the natural use of their bodies, but that does not mean that they cannot have sex with others of their kind. The truth is that no woman can be truly spiritual if she does not enjoy making love to the female form.

And so, we purpose to introduce you to the joys unrestrained lesbian sex. During the time you are learning our ways, you may not be with any man, with the exception, of course, of Mike. But you already know that you are currently allowed no vaginal sex with him anyway. You may choose your first lover, and if you will allow, I will make a recommendation for you. After your first, the choice will pass out of your hands, for tonight, and you will be available to any woman here who chooses you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Do you accept?"

"Yes."

"Come forward. I would recommend to you that your first lover, this evening, would be Daphne. You know who she is, as you have seen her at meetings, but I do not believe that you have ever been properly introduced."

Daphne was a gorgeous black woman with mocha skin and long straight hair. Large brown eyes exuded a warmth that could melt icebergs. Her breasts were much larger than Sheila's, with large deep chocolate areola and nipples which were fat and unusually long.

"Is this the one?" Mom asked.

Sheila didn't answer. She simply began unbuttoning her blouse. 

"I'll take that as a yes."

Daphne began to give lover's kisses to Sheila while she was still opening her top. Her hands were caressing Sheila's neck and shoulders. As Sheila finished unbuttoning, Daphne reached up under the blouse, pulled Sheila close and stroked her back. 

As Sheila began to remove her top, Daphne, with practiced hands, unhooked the bra strap. The bra was loose, but not yet revealing the mounds it supported and concealed; the blouse was over the shoulders, but not completely off.

Daphne left Sheila as she was, while she stepped around to Sheila's back, clearing the audience's view of her slowly uncovering body. There was an increase in whispering and murmuring when she did so. Dark hands reached up and pulled the blouse completely off, allowing it to fall to the ground. Those same hands took hold of the bra straps that remained on Sheila's shoulders and started them on the downward trip off of her arms.

Daphne stopped just as the cups began to loosen. She held the covering on. She made sure the audience had sufficient time to appreciate the offering which they were about to receive. Lord, let us be thankful. She was teasing them as she was slowly stripping Sheila naked. 

The ladies riveted their attention to the revealing body of this newest acquisition. Daphne's technique was stretching the anticipation and therefore the arousal factor. There were soft cries of "Do it! Do it!"

Public nudity was something Sheila had never experienced. She had been raised in a conservative home and church, and such a thing would have drawn horrified gasps from anyone she had ever known, until she had encountered the House of Love. She was still the innocent, but the program orchestrated by Mom, Mike and Jill was stripping that away, as surely as her clothes were tonight.

Sheila was being turned on by the thought of being exposed to all of these lusting eyes. Using her body to arouse the sexual desires of all those watching, was stoking the flames of some perverse need hidden deep in her soul. She found that she liked what has happening. She liked being the object of lust. She looked out at those women who surrounded her and watched as many began to masturbate in front of her. She was causing that. She provoked that response. 

That hidden need was aggressively pushing its way to the top of Sheila's psyche. Where it had come from, or why it had lain buried for so long, Sheila neither knew nor cared. But she embraced it now. She stroked it, savored it, welcomed it to take possession of her mind and body. She wanted these women to orgasm at the sight of her body. She wanted them to be driven to a frenzy.

Daphne very slowly, inch by inch, pushed down and with agonizing restraint, revealed more and more of Sheila's breasts. Now, the very top of her areola peaked over the cup. The audience groaned with disappointment when Daphne stopped progress once more. She was a master showman, and she had the women in the palm of her hand. She was playing them for all it was worth.

Daphne reached her hand down under the cup to stroke and tweak Sheila's sensitive nipples. She elicited a groan from Sheila, which received its echo from the group of excited females. She squeezed and caressed, manipulating those glorious mounds. Daphne changed tactics, moved her hand position to come up from the bottom. Now both hands were holding Sheila's breasts, still underneath and covered by the bra cups. 

It was time for the first revelation. Daphne rotated her still covered hands so that the palms faced outward. She then curled her fingers, grasped the cups from the inside, and pulled the bra all the way off Sheila's chest. The women sheered and cat called at the delayed exposure.

Daphne quickly side stepped, positioning herself to the side and slightly forward of Sheila. Then her head lowered to take one of Sheila's rock hard nipples in her mouth. With a hand, reached up, grabbed ahold of Sheila's far nipple. Then with a hard pinch, twisted that nipple, shooting pain and pleasure through Sheila's brain.

"Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Sheila said in a loud voice. Her breathing was getting labored as Daphne was playing her with the same skill as she was playing the gathering. 

Women's voices came back. "Fuck Her! Fuck her! Fuck that pussy!"

Daphne dropped to her knees, reached out to Sheila's ankle and pulled upward to have Sheila raise her foot. Daphne removed the shoe from Sheila's foot, and repeated the action with the other. Her arm passed in between Sheila's legs, and the hand grasped the elastic band of Sheila's panties. The other hand found the other side of the elastic band, in the rear. Daphne dulled down with both arms at the same time and brought the pair to Sheila's ankles. Sheila stepped out. She was now completely nude except for her skirt.

Any other performance artist may have decided that it was time for the finale, but not Daphne. She had her girls at fever pitch and she intended to keep them there until they exploded. She stood, pulled up the back of Sheila's skirt, exposing her ass to no one's eyes except Daphne's own. Just as she intended. 

She reached through again, this time she curled her hand upward to touch Sheila's clit. The fingers flattened and the palm pressed up into the gash. Daphne began bringing the fingers toward the palm, while rotating in a circular motion over the clit at the same time. Sheila vocalized moans and more. 

"Fuck, yesssss!" 

The women could not actually see Daphne's hand in Sheila's folds, but they could see the billowing and movement of the front of Sheila's skirt. Without direct visual evidence, they still knew exactly what was going on. That was Daphne's genius. The veiled sexuality was more stimulating to the mind than plain reality. Just as lingerie, however revealing, was sexier than total nudity. The mind supplied far more lurid thought than could be delivered by the eyes.

Daphne continued to drive Sheila toward orgasm. The sight of Daphne's hidden manipulation, along with Sheila's moans and cries as she gyrated her hips on Daphne's hands, was stimulating the crowd to higher levels of their own. The sounds and sights of each other's neighbors making love with their mates, fed back and forth through the whole gathering. It was an upward spiral that threatened to blow the roof off. Daphne felt like Arturo Toscanini with baton in hand.

Time for the final reveal, as Daphne loosened and removed Sheila's skirt. The crowd actually quieted somewhat as they admired Sheila's naked form. She was beautiful. There was quiet applause, not only for Sheila, but also for the performance by Daphne. Sheila looked about to try to find Mom and Jill. She spotted them together, Mom in a chair with her legs spread wide and Jill kneeling between them, obviously bringing pleasure to the older woman. Mom made eye contact and was beaming at Sheila.

"Sorry about the show," Daphne said, "but the introduction of a new girl is traditionally a bit raucous. They don't mean anything bad, it's just the way they celebrate a new sister to the group. It's just a lot of women letting loose. You ought to see them at a girl's strip club."

Daphne led Sheila to the center bed. "We are going to be tonight's centerpiece. Every woman takes her turn in the center ring. It helps break down inhibitions against public nudity and public sex. There is a lot of group sex in our little community. I know that this is your first time, so we won't be doing anything wild. You can choose that later. And I have specific instructions, no dildos in your pussy.

I just want to express to you all of the love and admiration that we, as your sisters in the church, have for you. You are Mary, and that means you are very special to all of us women. I feel privileged to be your first female lover. And I think that this will be the first of many times that you and I make love. Hopefully, next time without the Circus."

Daphne directed Sheila to sit on the bed while she remained standing. She stroked her hair and face, gave her gently kissed on the top of her head. She leaned over, gave small kisses to Sheila's face. Her hands reached down to cup and knead breasts.

"I need to cum."

Daphne knelt down and spread Sheila's legs.

"Lay back, relax."

"No, please. I want to watch. I want to watch you eat me."

"OK, lovey."

Daphne pulled Sheila's bum to the edge of the bed. She brought her lips and tongue to Sheila and began a slow lick from bottom to top. No hurry. Nice, sweet, slow loving. One woman to another. 

It was a different kind of sex. With Mike it had been the kind of hard and fast fucking. That was great, but this was very good, too. And seemed that it was getting better. There was a highly feminine quality to it. Seems like a no-brainer, but Jill also tended to do sex more like Mike. Not Daphne. It was going to be a long, slow, boat ride.

Daphne was still the master orchestrator. But this time, the music was a slow dance. Up and down she ran her tongue. Sucking lips, clit, a finger in, out. 

From her half upright position, Sheila could look around the room. Women in twos and threes we pleasuring and receiving pleasure. Women loving other women. There was a lot of pheromones floating around. People were in the mood for sex, and there was every variation happening somewhere in that room.

One lover, knees in the chair seat cushion, holding on to the back of the same chair, was being penetrated by a strap on dildo as another stood behind, bucking her hips. Others were in 69. Some face riding. Fingers buried into soft, pink flesh.

Daphne brought Sheila to orgasm. It was rolling through her, not a wild thrashing, just filling, satisfying. When she was done, Daphne brought her lips to Sheila's, kissing her.

"Thanks for letting me be with you. I hope we will see each other again, soon."

With that, she left Sheila and merged back into the mass to find another love. The weight of someone new depressed the mattress behind Sheila. As she turned her head to see this new arrival, a hand to her cheek stopped the motion and pushed her view to the front again. Identity withheld. Now, hands massaged the tops of Sheila's shoulders along the collarbones. Fingers stroked her neck, from where the muscles tied into her head, down to the bottom of the neck. Now around her shoulder blades, then up and down the length of her spine. This was sex all on its own. Maybe better than sex.

The hands guided her to stretch out on the bed on her stomach. Legs straddled her just below the gluteus and a full blown back massage began in earnest. To hell with fucking, this was Heaven. Sheila honestly couldn't decide which was better.

The legs unsaddled and moved to Sheila's side. Sheila detected another join them on her opposite side from the first masseuse. The second set of hands joined in the ministrations to her body. Each set took a leg and worked their way down to her toes. As fingers kneaded each toe to the end, it was like tension was being squeezed out of her body like toothpaste from the tube.

One set of hands reached under her side, lifting up signaling Sheila to turn over. When she did, she saw her new lovers for the first time. It was Kassie and Kerry, they were two of the five young women who live at Mom and Dad's house. Everyone at House of Love called them the "twins". It was an inside joke, because there could not have been much more difference in their appearance. 

Kassie was a short haired blonde. She had almost no boobs, 'A' cup at best, to go with a lithe body. Kerry was a long haired brunette with what Sheila thought may have been the largest breasts she had ever seen live and in person. She was voluptuous. Wide hips to go with those huge breasts. A curvy feminine body, reminiscent of sex bomb movie stars of the 50's and early 60's.

They began in unison at her hips and massaged ending at her toes once more. Then again at the hips, but now working their way up. As they caressed her upper thighs, Sheila felt the two parting her legs some. Then a hand gently stroked her wet pussy. Then a different hand. Her lovers were taking turns running fingers through her valley, gently entering her tunnel, and stimulating her clitoris. There was no full on assault, just gentle touching that gave arousal, but a low level, "This is nice," kind of feeling.

The stroking and kneading progressed up her torso. As the reached higher, her kneeling attendants side-stepped their legs to be able to reach new places. Now that they had the range, first one, then the other leaned down to give sweet kisses to Sheila's mouth. Just a nice hello before resuming their work. 

Hands glided over her breasts, sensuously manipulating them. Together tongues licked and twirled, flicked and teased, lips sealed on and sucked her nipples. Stretching, tugging, teeth lightly biting, now sucking again. They took their time, nothing was hurried. It didn't matter to Sheila as time ceased to have relevance. There was only the now. There was only the sensations being delivered to her body by these two new sisters.

Kassie's hands moved up to neck, shoulders, out to arms. The two girls began to specialize, as Kassie started massaging her face. Thumbs across the eyebrows, finger tips into the top of her head. Now hands to her temples, to under the jaw, ending with more on the neck and shoulders.

Kerry had moved again to the area of her hips. Sheila's legs were pushed out wider and knees bent. Hands stroked the inside of her thighs from knees to her sex. Kisses started at the knee and zig-zagged back and forth between the pair on a descent to her core. Lips met lips, wet tongue met wet pussy. Stroke, suck, explore. Tunnel penetrated by a flexible invader. Clit vacuumed, flesh engorged, pussy eaten.

Arousal was on a steady rise. Not an explosive launch, just a steady, loving trip into the air. Sheila wasn't thinking very much, just experiencing. This was an emotional journey, rather than a cognitive one.

At her head, the knees which had been at her side now straddled her. Sheila opened her eyes, which she had closed long ago while savoring the ministrations being given to her. The sight before her was a beautiful, shiny, wet womanhood descending toward her.

"Eat me."

Sheila raised her head just a little to meet the proffered vagina. It was her turn to imitate the actions taking place elsewhere on her body. She was hungry for this. Sheila was suddenly aroused by the idea of giving back to this woman, some of the pleasure she had been receiving. Her hands clutched at her lover's hips, pulling them down onto her face.




House of Love Pt. 03



Cunnilingus was Sheila's offering. She wanted to get this women off, delighting in thoughts of feeling her cum on her face. And Sheila discovered another, brand new motivator. Being exposed, all of those people looking at her nude body, watching her have sex. Not only watching other women do sex to her, but now watching her give total agreement to lesbian sex by giving it back. No longer a passive recipient, but an active participant.

Lesbian sex, in public, being watched while she was being fucked and was fucking another. Being exhibited. That was it! She loved being exhibited. Now she understood why Jill loved being watched. Why she craved an audience.

Her legs were shifted again and her other lover's legs scissored with her own. Pussy was brought to pussy, and the slow grind began. Sheila's moans were muffles by the orchid filling her mouth. Oh, sweet nectar.

After the long, slow ride, things were speeding up. All three were building to climax. The faster and harder her pussy was being grinded, the more vigorously she ate. Her excitement of the one she was loving, inflamed her lower lover and they all spiraled upward. Movements became more forceful. Together up they rose until the flower began yielding honey into Sheila's open mouth. Those hips began to buck over Sheila's face as she came.

Soon, the pairing of four legs began to move more rapidly and Sheila, along with her second partner, came to orgasm together. When they subsided, the three of them lay together in the afterglow. Caresses, kisses, words of love were exchanged as they expressed appreciation for the giving of one another.

After a short time, her lovers departed and Sheila sat up. Some of the gathering were still paying attention to the loving on the center bed, but most had their focus directed elsewhere, by lovers of their own. Mom approached and Sheila noticed that she carried something in her hand. When she was close enough, Sheila realized that it was a strap-on.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Sheila asked.

"No. At least not with this and not now" Mom replied. "This experience is intended to open you to new possibilities. Are you OK with what is happening?"

Sheila's reply was filled with emotion. "I love everything I am experiencing tonight. I love pussy. I love sex with women. I love what they did to me and I loved eating Kassie's pussy. I never imagined lesbian sex was so good. Something else too, being watched really turns me on. I feel all of their eyes on me. I want them to look at me, to want me, to cum while they watch me fuck. I seem to have lost all my inhibitions." 

"Good, sweetie. I am so happy for you. There is something else I want for you to experience tonight. Mostly, tonight, you have experienced receiving pleasure. I know that you have also given. Giving and receiving, everything has its season. 

But sometimes the primary motivation is to give to another person what they need, without any expectation of receiving at all. And I know that even in giving, you receive back from the act of giving to another. You understand that it is always a balance. Sometimes it tilts one way, sometimes the other, but in the end, it always evens out for those whose heart is filled with love.

A woman has made a special request for you to fill a need that she has. She wants you to fuck her pussy with this strap on. She wants to experience you take her from behind and fill her with this cock. It's her need. You may or may not enjoy this. The point being that sometimes we give the sacrifice of ourselves for the benefit of others; pure unselfish giving. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Mom, I think I can."

"Good. Let me help you get this on. Do you understand how to use this to pleasure this woman, or do you need some instruction?"

"Mom. Are you kidding me? If men have got it figured out, I am certainly positive the superior sex can too! Let me see, in, out, in, out, in out." Sheila was laughing as she spoke. 

Mom laughed also. "I think you're absolutely right about that. It's so easy, even a man can do it!"

Mom helped Sheila get the harness on and adjusted.

"When Bethany comes over, don't worry about getting her warmed up. She's plenty hot for it right now. Just take control and fuck her. That's what she needs right now. Remember to concentrate on her. Respond to the signals she gives to you. It's all about her, OK?"

"Yeah. OK. I'll do my best to make it good."

Bethany, that's what Mom said her name was, approached. Sheila didn't recognize her.

"I don't know her. Have I ever met her before?"

"No. She doesn't come to House of Love, but I know her and so do many of the women here. For you, the point is that you don't know her. She is a stranger to you. The road to Magdalene is about giving of yourself to anyone who has need. It is about being able to give freely to anyone. 

This is a critical step in your journey, having sex with someone you have never met and may never see again. In that moment, in that act, completely meeting their need without receiving any satisfaction for yourself. Remember, the point of the story about God's son in the Bible, is about sacrificing oneself for the needs of other people. Sacrifice yourself for Bethany's need."

Bethany came to stand beside Mom. She looked somewhere around 35+ years old. She didn't look superhot or anything like that, just ordinary. There were extra pounds, tits a little saggy, wrinkles on a puffy face. Nothing that visually would have made Sheila instantly wet. But there was a person who needed to be loved and Sheila would give herself to this woman's satisfaction.

"Bethany, this is Sheila. Sheila, Bethany."

Sheila decided that she need to play aggressive for Bethany's benefit. Hoping that she was guessing right, Sheila walked up to the woman, pressed herself into her and grabbed a bunch of hair at the back of her head. A hard, lurid kiss followed.

"Do you need to fuck? Do you want me to fuck you with my hard cock?"

Bethany moaned.

"Get on the bed, head on the mattress, ass in the air."

Sheila didn't really know what she was doing. She had never done anything like this before. But she had watched Mike and Jill plenty of times, as they role played together.

Without any ceremony, Jill got on her knees and lined up behind Bethany. Mom squeezed out some lube from a tube she had in her hand. She smeared it all over the plastic phallus and then ran her hand through Bethany's pussy. Mom looked at Sheila with a big smile.

"Good girl. Just right. Maybe you can do this for me sometime." At that she moved back a little and just observed.

Sheila lined up the dildo and slowly buried it in the other woman.

"Oh, yeah. Just like that. Fuck me, I need it so bad."

Sheila didn't know this woman or why she needed this so bad. It didn't matter. She had need and Sheila could fulfill it. Her hips started to rock back and forth as the cock stroked in and out. Sheila varied the speed and intensity of the strokes. She listened to Bethany's responses and found that faster and harder were what she wanted. Soon Sheila was working up a sweat as she pounded that pussy as hard as she could.

"Yes, so easy even a man could do it!" Sheila amused herself with that thought.

Turns out, Bethany was a screamer. She was loudly announcing to the entire planet just how good the cock felt and how Sheila was hitting just the right spot and how much she loved getting fucked by a woman. She demanded Sheila slam her harder and faster.  

"Damn! I'm going as hard and as fast as I can!" Sheila thought. "This is just hard work! I hope she comes soon, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

Bethany's vocalizations were drawing attention. Cat calls and encouragements were being shouted from the surrounding females. It was beginning to sound like the opening act, when Daphne was showing her off. 

Sheila legs were getting tired. Finally Bethany screamed louder than ever. She jerked and juked so wildly, Sheila was afraid something was wrong. The orgasm seemed to drain her. Bethany got quiet, Sheila sat back on her haunches withdrawing from her. Then Bethany flopped over on her side with her eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Mom came back close to the bed, reached out her hand to take Sheila's, and guided her up and off of the bed.

"Don't worry about her. She's OK. She's like that after a hard cum. Others will look after her. What do you want to do now?"

"I'm exhausted. If Jill is ready, I'd be happy to go home and sleep. Otherwise, just find me someplace to lie down."

"I'll find Jill. I'm sure she is ready to take you."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When they got home, Jill and Sheila showered together. Jill teased her a little, but neither was serious. Sheila was definitely too tired for any more sex. Sheila got into her bed and Jill snuggled in after her.

"So, tell me about tonight" Jill asked.

"It was wonderful. So many new things. Sex with other women is unbelievable. Why are so many people against it? It really opened my eyes to see there is a whole other side to sex. 

I still don't understand exactly where you and Mom are guiding me to. The Mary experience broke down all of my resistance, or should I say inhibitions. Since then, I gave Mike my ass and learned I love anal. We did it in a group. Tonight I did lesbian in public. I know there is more, but you guys are being secretive and won't tell me the next step. You keep saying that I already know it, but I don't. Why won't you just tell me?"

Jill ran her hand down Sheila's cheek.

"You do know. You just haven't let yourself see it. Think about all the things Mom has told you about herself and about the Mary experience. This is one of the last major stops on the road to Magdalene. But you must choose this on your own. I can't help you with this. You have to see it, and understand it, and choose it all by yourself. Sleep on it. Maybe it will come to you."

Jill got out of Sheila's bed.

"Good night. Sleep well." With that she went to her own bed and climbed in with her husband, Mike. 

Sheila started to drift off to sleep. She was in that half-sleep, half-awake twilight. She was thinking about the talks she had with Mom. Everything she had learned and all that she had experienced since she came to the House of Love. 

She was just about to drift off into real slumber when it happened. The bolt of lightning finally struck. The epiphany! 

"I understand." She knew the phone call she had to make.

*****

Coming: The road to Magdalene continues, a long, hard, straight stretch.

I encourage your comments, and your votes. Thank you. If you contact me through Lit, I answer all emails. Share your experiences, give story line suggestions, I appreciate them all. TSM



House of Love Pt. 04



House of Love - Part 4 - The Road to Magdalene: A long hard straight stretch

For those of you who are joining our story in progress: If you are strictly looking for Daddy/daughter and not interested in the whole backstory, then skip the first chapter (Chapter 6) which is a necessary transitional chapter for the flow of the overall work.

Twistedsickmind

This is part 4 of a story about mind control. But there are no drugs, devices or gimmicks that make it happen. It is about the kind of mind control that happens every day. The kind where people become true believers and no amount of logic or reality can make them see truth. Don't believe it? Then you are not paying attention to the cults, both religious and political.

As in most fiction, there is exaggeration of reality. But this story is based in my personal experience.

Thanks to all of you who contacted me, especially to sybaritesybil and others who encouraged me to continue. And thanks to carnal_flower for inspiration and advice. You ARE the best!

Synopsis to date: Sheila is a young girl that left her rural home to work in the city. With no family of social support network, she was drawn into the church called House of Love. There, the leaders twist religion to use for their own nefarious purposes. 

Sheila went through an initial experience called the Mary Experience (Part 1). She believes she had sex with God. She is now on the path to what is called the Magdalene Experience (Part 2 - anal, and group sex; Part 3 - lesbian, exhibitionism, and orgy).  

These current chapters tell about another station along the way. Part 4 is focused not on the House of Love itself, but tells the story of the beginning of Sheila and her father's lifelong partnership. This relationship is the catalyst that brings final resolution to the story.

Part 4 contains anal, a threesome, lesbian, and D/d incest. It also contains blasphemy, but then, that's the point about how cults control minds, isn't it? If those don't appeal to you, you may wish to hit your browser's back button now.

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Chapter 6

It was one of those moments that just comes to you. You can't figure out anything. You don't understand what is going on, or what you are supposed to do. And then the light comes on and everything is clear. You feel like an idiot because you didn't see it before.

Sheila, in that instant, knew what she had to do. Not "had to do," like she was forced or had no real choice in the matter. It was what she knew that she really wanted. In the depths of her soul she knew that it was right.

Mike and Jill had drawn her in and led her to the Mary experience. A transformational event that had changed her from a shy virgin to what she was today. But what exactly was it that she now was?

She had fucked God. Yes, it was through the agency of Jack "Dad" Baylor. Physically it was his cock that had taken her virginity. But it was God that had fucked her. Just like God had fucked that young Jewish girl 2000 years ago. She was now a "Mary". Not the only one. There were other "Marys" at the House of Love, but not many.

She had learned from the House of Love, especially from Mike and Sheila, that submission to God was her purpose in life. God spoke to Dad and he passed on to the church what God had said. Dad had assistants in helping to do his work. People like Mike and Jill. 

And so they had revealed the truth to her and prepared her to become "Mary". She had willingly and gladly submitted herself to God, to experience sex with God, as he had ordained. It broke down all of her barriers to experiencing real love with many different people through sex. Or at least, she thought that all of the barriers had fallen. But in that moment of clarity, Sheila saw that one remained.

Sheila knew that she was headed toward a new knowledge that was called the Magdalene experience. This was sacred knowledge, as was also the Mary experience. Very few could receive it. She had been chosen.

It was that moment of clarity that showed her the path. Not only the future path that would lead to the completion of Magdalene, but Sheila could now look back and understand the steps that had gotten her to this point. Clarity had not revealed the end of the journey to Magdalene, but she at least now knew the next thing she needed to do, and she was anxious to do it.

Mike and Jill had led her step by step. They had befriended her, drawn her close and introduced her to sex. She loved being physically close to Mike and loved the way he had made her orgasm with his hand, tongue and cock. And then there was Jill. Sheila was now thoroughly bi-sexual.

Sheila wanted Mike to fill her pussy, but, so far, he had refused. Now, she understood why. Something else had to occur first. But that had not stopped Mike from satisfying his hard cock in her ass.

The next step she needed to take wasn't going to happen all by itself. Sheila was going to have to make it happen, but she had no idea how. Maybe Jill could help her figure it out.

Sheila was in her room when she heard Jill come in. Jill's job had a lot of crazy hours. Sheila understood that Jill worked in Customer Service and Public Relations, but she had never thought to ask what it was that Jill's job actually entailed. Sheila had never been much curious before. Jill had never volunteered details, dismissing inquiry with vague explanations. 

She was constantly "on call", if she had nothing personal scheduled. Sheila was never sure when she would get a chance to talk with her. It was better to take advantage of this opportunity.

Sheila put on a silky robe over her nakedness. Not that it was required in their home, sometimes it was just comfortable. Sometimes it was sexy. Often, partially clothed was far more stimulating than full nudity and Sheila had a mind to stimulate Jill.

She left her own room and walked into Mike and Jill's. As she did so, she heard the shower running. 

"Oh, goody!" Sheila thought.

Walking into the bathroom, Sheila opened the shower door. Jill looked out and saw Sheila standing there with the loose fitting robe. Slowly, Sheila untied the knot which was holding it closed. The robe fell open, partially exposing her breasts. But fully exposing the nether lips between her legs. Jill just stood there, looking. Sheila pulled the robe fully open, completely revealing her breasts topped with nipples hard from desire. The invitation was clear.

Jill reached out her hand and Sheila slipped the robe off of her shoulders. It pooled on the floor behind her. Stepping forward, taking Jill's hand, she stepped into the shower. Immediately Jill pulled her in and pushed her against one wall of the shower. Jill brought her lips hard onto Sheila's and plunged her tongue into Sheila's mouth. At the same time, one of Jill's hands squeezed a breast and the other plunged fingers into Sheila's sex. Her pussy lit on fire.

Jill pushed Sheila down onto her knees.

"Eat me!" 

This wasn't making love. This was fucking. It was exactly what Sheila wanted. During her time with Mike and Jill, Sheila had become fully bi-sexual. She loved pussy. She loved sex with women. And she loved sex with this woman best of all.

Sheila worshiped this pussy. She licked long strokes from taint to top. She plunged her tongue as deeply as she could in the depths between Jill's legs. Fingers pistoned in and out as tips curled in search of a g-spot. The small bud was sucked between loving lips to an adoring tongue. All of her attention and efforts were focused on providing Jill with the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced. When it happened, it certainly vied for the record.

Sheila had also discovered that she loved being dominated. Not in a bad way, she thought. She had heard vague talk about whips and stuff. That kind of thing held no appeal to her. She needed a leader, someone she could look up to and follow.

The byword at the House of Love was submission. Dad supposedly submitted to God, receiving direction and authority from that ultimate source. The Deacons submitted to Dad and everyone else to them. Wives submitted to husbands. Most single women either submitted to a specified Deacon or lived in the home of a married couple and submitted to the man of the house. Men, married or single, submitted to assigned deacons, but they seemed to have much less personal requirements or supervision.

Submission was not onerous. It was comforting. Sheila had come to the city from her rural home and found her new freedom frightening. So many choices, so many decisions. Then she had discovered the House of Love and Mike and Jill. Now all Sheila had to do was worry about obeying what Mike told her to do. Life was much easier and much less scary.

And she also gained love and companionship. Not to mention physical satisfaction. Sex was great! Sheila had thoroughly enjoyed the sex she had received while with various members of the church, at this point, almost exclusively lesbian. But she had also experienced Mike. She loved sucking his cock and the feeling of having her mouth flooded with his cum. She loved the feeling of his cock as it sawed in and out of her near virginal ass. She loved feeling so full as it penetrated deep into her body. She loved the way he commanded her.

Sheila thought it was going to be impossible to wait until the day Mike would finally fuck her pussy. So far, he had denied her for what was an unknown reason. But the clarity, brought by her epiphany, showed her the way. One more step and Sheila would be on the way to unrestricted sex. As much as she wanted, any way she wanted it. Once she was done, Mike would fuck her any way he wanted, anytime he felt like it. Sheila would be his willing toy.

That was what she needed to talk to Jill about. Make sure she was correct in her new belief and get insight on how to make it happen. Just as soon as she had completely satisfied this cunt that filled her mouth.

When Sheila had finished off Jill, they stepped out and dried off. Jill insisted that Sheila hold still while she dried her with a soft cotton towel.

"Your hands feel so good on me. I love the way you caress me. I feel so loved." Sheila spoke.

"I do love you, baby. And I love being naked with you. You turn me on. Wanna do more?" Jill asked.

"Yes, lots more. But first I need to ask you about some things. I mean, I need to talk to you before you fuck me senseless and I can't think. I come so hard when I am with you my brain melts. And I'm not even going to talk about what Mike does to me."

"I understand, baby. It's like that for me too. I love your body. You make me crazy, but Mike does things that make me insensible also. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about? Fucking Mike?"

"Yeah, that's part of it, but there is something else, too. But first Mike. I need him to fuck me. I really need it. I know he won't do my pussy, but I love him in my ass. I love the way he uses it to satisfy himself. I love the feel of his cock filling me up and stroking himself off inside me. He just takes me for his own pleasure, not caring about me or my needs. 

But then, that is exactly what does fill my needs. Being dominated and used by him gets me off so hard I think I'm going to explode. I want to submit to him. He knows that's what gets me off, and he does me that way because he knows I love it. He expresses his love for me by using me, giving me everything I need."

"He does love you" Jill said. "And he loves doing you. It really turns him on. And I love getting you ready for him to use. I get a lot of enjoyment watching the two of you together. I know that I am serving him by providing you to him."

"Tonight? Can I have him tonight? Please? I need it so much!" Sheila begged.

Jill laughed. "You really got it bad don't you? Sure, I think it will be OK unless Mike has something planned that I don't know about. We'll get out the butt plugs and get you ready for him. I want you nice and stretched out so he doesn't have do any warm up. I know you like it best when he just strips you and rapes your ass."

"Oh god, yes." Sheila started frigging her pussy. She was completely wet just thinking about what Mike would do to her when he got home.

Jill began kneading Sheila's breasts and sucking her nipples.

"You know we are never going to finish this conversation if we keep fucking."

"Oh, yeah. You're right." Sheila replied. "And I do need to talk to you about the other thing. Fuck me when were done?"

"Yeah, baby. I'll get you all kinds of revved up for Mike. But for now let's talk, not fuck."

"OK." Sheila stopped diddling her pussy and drew a long breath. "I know that I am on the road to the Magdalene Experience. You and Mom (Jack "Dad" Baylor's wife) have set me on this path and I am in submission to you both and to the leadership of this church, particularly Mike as Head Deacon. I know that this is what God wants me to do.

I don't know exactly where am headed or what the end of the journey means for me. But when God told Abraham, 'Go to a land that I will show you,' Abraham had no idea where he was going either. God essentially told him, 'I'll let you know when you get there.' So I am OK with not knowing where you all are directing me.

But I have been stuck, not knowing what the next step is. You have explained to me each step along the way so far, but you have said the next one was up to me to figure out on my own. Mom told me that I already knew what I am supposed to do. She said that I had already chosen it, but I just did not realize it yet. It has been frustrating in every way. Mike won't fuck my pussy until I have completed the next part, and it was driving me crazy because I could not figure it out.

But now I think I have, and I need to know if I am right. And if I am right, then I need you to help me figure out how to do it."

"OK, baby. I can do that. Tell me what you are thinking." Jill invited Sheila to share what was in her mind.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jill and Sheila talked for over an hour.

"Yes, you are right that that is the next step. And now you know why we couldn't tell you. This had to come completely from within yourself. It had to be what you chose without any outside influence. Mike could have simply told you to do this, but then there would always be a question if you had done this because you wanted this for you, or just because he said so. If you do this for any reason other than your own desire, it won't work.

I know you want this. But remember what I told you. Afterwards there is no going back. This is a life-long commitment. And it will change your life. It did mine."

"And you still do this?" Sheila inquired.

"Yes, every chance I get. I will never stop."

"And Mike knows about it?"

"Of course. If I am busy, sometimes he makes the arrangements so that it will happen."

"How do you think it will change me?"

"It will loosen all of the restraints. You will have no more inhibitions. There will be some things you will select not to do. But you will choose not to do them simply because you do not want to do them. You will no longer be restrained by what anyone else thinks is 'right'.

Everything will be available to you. No more having to choose from the kids' menu. You can pick anything you like from the full adult menu and you will want to try them all. Mike and I will help you to do that.

The modifier in all of this, is that you are in submission to Mike and he has the right to tell you to do whatever he wants. But he is not going to tell you to do something that is completely repulsive to you. He may direct you to do things you don't like, but can tolerate. Because there are some things you may not think you will like, but you will never really know until you try them. He will likely push hard for you to expand your horizons to include places you did not think you would ever want."

Sheila asked, "Even those things you told me about that no one ever talks about?"

"Yes, you will experience those things no one ever talks about. Some of them have become my favorite things to do. But nothing else is going to happen until you do what you know you need to do. Go make it happen. All on your own. No one will help you do this because it must all come from you. Go make the call and get things started. When you are done, I'll stuff your ass with that plug and make you ready for Mike when he gets home. Go. Now."

Sheila went. She looked up the new number. Not the same one she had known for so many years. It seemed odd that she was dialing something different. But in many ways this new number made things much easier to arrange. Still, she didn't know just how she was going to convince him. Maybe it would be like it had been for Jill, no convincing needed. Just make the offer and it will be accepted.

Sheila finished dialing the number. She took a deep breath. This was scary. What if it didn't work out? What if he said, "No"? Butterflies churned in her stomach. The phone was ringing on the other end. What if he wasn't home? 

A deep rich voice finally answered. Her nerves vanished. It was so comforting to hear that voice again. It made her feel so warm, so secure. Hearing it, Sheila hoped that everything would work out just right.

"Hello? Daddy?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I'm going to see him next week. Work is allowing me to take Monday and Tuesday as vacation days. I asked for the whole week, but they said they couldn't rearrange enough schedules on short notice. So, I will have to be back to work on Wednesday. What if this doesn't work out? What if I don't have enough time to convince him? I'm so scared he won't want me."

Jill lovingly stroked Sheila's face.

"Don't worry, my love. Everything will work out."

Jill leaned into Sheila and brought their lips together. It was a long, slow melding of passions. Jill loved Sheila's responsiveness as their tongues danced. Sheila's arousal grew as Jill's hand slid up her body to cup her breast.

"Doesn't he have to go to work after the weekend?" Jill asked.

"No, he's not working now. Not since he moved. I don't know what's up about that. I'll have to ask him when I see him, but I'm glad, because I get more time with him."

"I'm really happy for you. But speaking of time, time for plugs. Then I'm going to get you ready for Mike. I want pussy juice running down your legs by the time he gets home."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jill straddled Sheila's face as she looked at Mike standing at the edge of the bed. She reached across to Mike who was holding Sheila's ankles. He lifted them up high, pushing them toward Jill. He let go as Jill took them in her hand and pulled back further. As she did so, Sheila's knees bent and were brought to her chest. Her pelvis rocked up giving Mike excellent access to her brown bud.

Sheila's ass had been positioned right at the edge of the bed and as she rocked up, it brought her back door to the perfect position for the standing Mike to penetrate her. When Jill pulled back on her legs to achieve this effect, she sat back, bringing her pussy down to Sheila's face. Sheila's tongue immediately started stroking up and down along Jill's channel.

Everything was ready. Sheila was well lubed and stretched. Her natural lube was running down her taint adding to what Jill had already place there from the squeeze tube. Sheila's hips were squirming with the anticipation of what Mike was going to do.

"Fill me!" Sheila thought. "Fuck my ass! Stick that big cock in me! I need it so bad!"

Mike placed the head of his rod at Sheila's anus and rubbed it around in the slick lube. He pressed in slightly and felt Sheila react. She was trying to say something, but it was muffled by Jill's pussy. He knew he was teasing her. He knew that it was making her crazy, but he loved to savor the moment.

It was that moment just before he took them. All of those tight bung holes he had fucked over the years. Mike loved anal more than any other kind of sex. It was just a thing with him. His own personal quirk.




House of Love Pt. 04



But there was a feeling of power when he did it. The best was when he fucked some wife while her husband watched. He could completely dominate the husband and the wife at the same time while he did her. Submission was required if they were to achieve the spiritual plane the church taught them was necessary.

But right now this was the ass made available to him. And not only did Sheila not resist, unlike some others had, she begged for it. Mike mulled the thought that this one was going to be as magnificent as Jill, when she finally arrived at and accepted Magdalene.

He pushed the head of his cock into the sphincter rings.

"Oh God!" he thought, "She is so tight!"

He pushed in balls deep. He wasn't nice about it because he knew Sheila wanted it hard and fast. She wanted it as rough as he could give it. Few times had he ever experienced a woman who wanted to be fucked up the ass like Sheila. She loved anal as much as he did. And so he gave it his all, slamming into her as hard as he could.

Sheila was screaming into Jill's pussy. She had begun to orgasm as soon as he plunged into her. Jill had her completely wound up as they had been preparing for tonight. Jill had her edged, but wouldn't let her come.

"Save it for Mike," she had told Sheila.

Now it was all releasing at once. The sensation of Mike's cock stroking in and out drove her higher. The taste of Jill's pussy filling her mouth provided another avenue of pleasure. It was all driving her into the insensibility of overwhelming pleasure. There was nothing as good as complete submission to this couple, her spiritual leaders.

Except one thing, she suspected. One thing better, more fulfilling that what she was experiencing right now. One thing she desired even more.

Chapter 7 - SATURDAY

"How was the drive, sweetie?" Dad asked as he hefted Sheila's luggage. "Come on in and we'll get you situated."

"Thanks, Daddy. Thank you for letting me come visit you."

"Letting you come? Sounds like I'm doing you some kind of favor. I'm so glad you wanted to. It's been so long since I've been with you. I'm really excited that you want to spend time with your old Dad. I love you so much. I really miss being with you."

Sheila and her Dad brought everything indoors.

"I'm going to put your things in my bedroom, if that's OK." Dad said. "Otherwise it has to be left out in the living area and that will probably will be inconvenient."

"That's fine Daddy."

"You can sleep on the couch as is, or it does pull out, as it is actually a sofa bed. Either way is OK. I hope you don't mind if I use my own bed, as that sofa thing really tears up my back. Just part of getting old I suppose."

"Stop saying you are old, Daddy. You're not! You are sexy and handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

"Oh, stop it. I know what I am. But anytime you want to buck up the old Dad and stroke my ego, you go right ahead. Who am I to tell you what to do?" he laughed.

"Do you want something to eat, or do you want to do the tour first?"

"How about a quick tour?" Sheila replied.

"OK It's really a small place. Just the one bedroom, the bath can be accessed from my room or the hall. It does have a Jacuzzi style tub big enough for two. Lots of jets and bubbles. Here's the galley kitchen. You've seen the living room/dining combination. Closet is in the hall. But what makes this place great is being in the middle of twenty acres.

I sacrificed square footage on the house to get the land. But there was one luxury I couldn't do without. They went through the rear sliding glass door to see the pool.

"It's small, but it does for me."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After a light meal and light conversation as well, Sheila want to clean up and change. She felt grungy from the drive.

"Dad? Can I use the shower to get cleaned up? I feel kind of sticky after so many hours in the car. And do you mind if I get really comfortable? I mean, I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but less is more, if that's OK."

"Sure, Baby. Do whatever you like. I won't mind."

Sheila wasn't sure what he was aware of what her definition of "comfortable" entailed. But he was going to find out. Deciding to be "bad", she left the bathroom door wide open while she undressed and showered. Anyone walking into the bedroom could look directly into the shower and enjoy the view of her nude form. Would they?

After showering, Sheila depilated her legs, making sure they were completely smooth. She also shaved her bald pussy so that there was no stubble. Being hairless made her so much more sensitive. Underarms and anything else that needed attention, received whatever it needed to make her body ready to be caressed.

Sheila had a definite goal in mind for this visit. So she decided to dress for success. She pulled on a "wife beater" knowing that the tight material would follow the cures of her firm bosom like a second skin. The thin stretched material would let the darkness of her areola show through and allow the hardness of tight nipples push out announcing her arousal. She often wore this shirt when giving silent invitation to Mike and Jill.

She also donned a mid-thigh pleated shirt. It was a light material that had a lot of movement was her hips swayed when she walked. It was designed to call attention to her femininity, her sexual assets. No panties. If Daddy wanted to peek, he was going to get the full view.

When she walked out of the bedroom, her dad saw her and his eyes went big as he took her in. His expression did not change. Sheila admired his ability to hide his emotions, but those eyes gave him away.

"Mission accomplished" she thought, very satisfied. 

Her dad's name was Edward. Sheila had always just thought of him as "Dad or Daddy". But as affectionate as that was, in some ways it was a title, not a name. It was her name for the man who had made her, put her in her mother's womb. "Dad" was the authority figure who had demanded obedience, told her what was right, controlled her actions. As she had used that reference, it was full of all of the love she could bestow. It still was. That had not changed at all.

But he was also Edward, the person. He was more than "Dad". He was a Man. Sheila wanted that Man. It was that Man she had come to get, to take into herself. And though she now saw and wanted Edward, she also wanted "Dad". It was the perfect combination. The selfless lover of her soul who loved her unconditionally, the protector of her life and the Man she desired.

Sheila was no longer the little girl he had raised, nor the very inexperienced young woman who had left home. She had matured fast. She had experienced many new things. She had "seen the elephant". She was making her own choice in this matter. 

Sheila thought to herself, "No one is controlling me on this point. I choose this for myself."

Dad and Sheila went to the living area and sat together on the couch. Sheila went to one end and adjusted some throw pillows against the arm so that she could lean back and stretch out along the length of the cushions. Dad sat on the other end turning at about 45 degrees so that he could look at her more comfortably.

"Perfect" she mused silently. Sheila bent her right leg, which was against the back of the couch, until the right foot was even with the other knee. Then shifted so she could spread her left leg to where that foot just hung off the edge of the cushion. She was as open as she could be and maintain some semblance of subtlety. The skirt was pulled down by gravity partially filling in the resulting valley, but not completely.

"Daddy, what happened with you and Mom? I mean, everyone thought you two were the perfect couple. I thought that you had a great marriage."

William huffed out a breath. "What kind of answer are you looking for? Do you want the standard answer that I give, because it is what people expect? The answer most guys like me give, because people who ask usually don't really care? How much honesty and reality can you stand?"

"Fuck", Sheila thought. "Daddy isn't here now. This is Edward."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, how raw do you want it? You are legally an adult. Do you want the gritty of life or do you want to maintain illusions?"

"Tell me all of it."

"OK. First of all, let me tell you that I will never have a bad thing to say about your Mom. Just because we broke up, that doesn't mean that she is a bad person. She loves you very much. I still love her, I just can't live with her anymore."

"Why, Daddy?"

"To my way of seeing, it was because I was changing and she was not. I am sure that she sees it differently. Obviously, our opinions on the subject became so far apart that we could no longer bridge the gap.

We were married very young. We were just kids really, and all we knew of anything about life was what our parents or our church taught us. It was very strict morally. No sex with anyone before you got married. No sex with anyone except your spouse after.  

That could have worked, except for what they had drilled into our brains about sex period. Although on the surface they said that married sex was OK, truthfully by the way they said anything about sex, we universally knew that there was something dirty about it. Sex was necessary for procreation. That much we learned in High School Health class.

Even in marriage, anything beyond the most necessary physical action needed to get a woman pregnant was somehow sinful. Sex just for fun was never taught. Sex with your wife, just for the absolute pure pleasure of getting off, having mind-blowing orgasms, was never even a consideration. We didn't know there were such options.

Of course orgasms are physically necessary to have children. But you always felt a little guilty about them. We were the most sexually repressed people on Earth."

"I know it's a little weird talking about this with you, but did Mom ever enjoy sex? Did she ever come?"

"Yeah, this is weird for me also. But I think I owe you the truth. I don't want you to be condemned to missing out on all that life has to offer. I have spent way too many years doing that and I just can't stand it anymore.

To answer your question, I don't really know. I thought I did, but now I question everything. I think she did sometimes, at least. But I think she felt that it was wrong, so she usually didn't allow it. I wonder if many times she just faked it in order to get me to roll over and go to sleep.

But I'm not putting all of this on her. I was just as screwed up. It's just as much my fault as hers. I should have had my eyes opened a lot sooner, but I just didn't see it. I am really angry at my parents for not teaching us the beauty of sex. All kinds of sex. But at the same time I can't really blame them, because they were passing on what they had been taught was right. I suppose they did the best they were capable of.

I was really mad at the church for teaching us really fucked up stuff, excuse my language. Don't get me wrong. I still believe in the ideals that the church taught me. I have rejected the bullshit applications that they invented. They have taken millions of relationships, which could have been a total joy to everyone involved, and made their life hell.

I want a partner that is open to anything that is mutually enjoyable. I don't care what it is, as long as both want it. And even in that I am conflicted. I can't reconcile some of the things I want, with some of the things I believe. There are things my head tells me are wrong, but I want them anyway. You can't easily escape the things that have been taught to you all of your life.

There is the heart of the matter. I wanted my escape and she didn't want to go. She is satisfied with who she is and where she is at. This is the life she has always known, that she thinks is right. I'm not saying that she is wrong for wanting to keep things the way they were. 

That is her choice for her life, but I couldn't be that person. So I am the one who changed. I am the one who left, figuratively and literally. And some days I feel really bad about that. I did try to do what was right by her, as much as I could, given the fact that I was leaving. I gave her everything; the house, car, all of the money in the bank. I still care about her and want her to be taken care of. I want her to have everything she needs to take care of your sister until she graduates, and your brother also.

That is the worst part of it all. It feel guilty leaving my children. I do still keep in touch with them. I stay as close as I can. But it is not the same as being there. I miss them very much. Next week is your sister's 18th birthday. It just sucks that I am not going to be there for it."

"I know, Daddy. It was really hard for me when I left home. I was so lonely and I missed everyone. But I had to get out of there. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't leave. As hard as it was to go, I felt like I was going to die if I stayed.

Being alone in the city was really scary. I am so lucky that I made friends with Mike and Jill. They took me under their wing and have taught me so much. I've had a lot of new experiences, learned many new things. I think I understand at least some of why you left and what you are going through.

So what do you want now, Daddy? Sheila asked. And be real, please. I want truth without any sweetener."

"You want raw and gritty, Daughter? You want to know who your father really is? No hiding anything? Here is what I want. I want to find a hot, tight pussy and pile drive that thing until the woman it belongs to is launched into orbit and has an orgasm that deletes 50 points off of her IQ. I want to come so hard that I blow out my brains through the end of my cock. I want to come so hard I may never remember my name. 

I want to experience everything I was denied all my life. I want to break the taboos. I want to do the things I was told were wrong. I want to try everything. Oh my god. I can't believe I just said that to you."

Sheila's pussy flooded. She thought that she might come just thinking about what he was saying. 

"And I know just the cunt for you to use to do that." Sheila thought. "This Man will be mine."

Edward noticed that Sheila was breathing hard. Her pupils were dilated and there was a rosy glow about her. Her chest was heaving and her nipples were about to burst through her shirt. Her pelvis was rising and fall slightly. As his eyes glanced down, the motion made the light material of her skirt flow up so that he just could see her bald pussy.

"She shaves her pussy" he realized. Instantly his cock was hard. Naked pussy was one of his favorite fantasies. Edward's mind was in turmoil. 

"What the fuck! I'm looking at my daughter's pussy and thinking about it. Hell, I'm looking at my daughter period and her body is making me crazy. The way she is dressed is enough to make any man rock hard. Is she trying to get me going? What the hell is going on?"

Sheila broke the silence. "Is that what happened Daddy? Mommy didn't want to fuck? Do you really just want to find some woman for mindless sex? Is that what you wanted with Mom?"

Edward sighed. He hesitated to speak for several moments. "No, that's not what I want. That's just the anger and frustration talking. I guess I am just lashing out because of the pain. And no, that is not what I wanted with your mother. I never wanted to use her. I wanted her to come along on an adventure. I wanted to go with her to new places, try new things. Find whatever we both enjoyed together without any restrictions. It just didn't work out that way."

He looked at Sheila and said, "This is a really bizarre conversation to have with my daughter, but thank you for letting me be real. I have needed someone that I could be totally open with. I just never thought it would be with my girl."

"I am your girl, Daddy. I am totally open to you. To anything you want or need. I love you Daddy."

Edward wasn't sure how to take what she just said. He wasn't sure how to continue this conversation. He didn't know how to handle the unexpected feelings he was having about his daughter. So he decided to try to escape the situation.

"Wow! I didn't realize how late it was getting. Do you want to go to bed?" As the words left his mouth, Edward realized that was the wrong phrasing to use in asking that question. 

Before he could correct it, Sheila was rising up off of the couch and moving toward him. She bent at the waist, put her left foot down on the floor. Her arms reached around his neck and she used that hold and her legs to push herself into a standing position. Her right leg was still on the couch for the moment. From his seated position, her height and the spread of her legs gave him a clear upskirt view of her uncovered, hairless pussy. Spread. Glistening. Wet.

Edward's body reacted before his mind could engage. His erection which had settled down, now returned. He was harder than he had been in years. Sheila was still moving toward him. Her right knee planted at his left hip as her other leg swung over him and that knee planted beside the other hip. Sheila now straddled her father, still "standing" on her knees. Her impressive breasts were now at eye level.

The full effect of her choice in clothing now impacted Edward, unknown to him, just as she had designed. His eyes feasted on the fullness of her firm breasts. His followed every curve of her beauty as the thin shirt clung to them. The darker circle of her hard nipples stared out at him. 

His body was flooding with hormones and chemicals intended to prepare him for sex. His cock was pulsing with desire. He didn't know what to do. Confusion reigned. He was aroused like he had never experienced. He wanted to fuck this girl, but this was his daughter! He couldn't do that. He froze like a deer in headlights.

She had not released his neck and used her arms to pull him into a hug. It brought his face right into her soft mounds. She shifted slightly so that she could bury his lips right next to her nipple. He could have just moved slightly and taken it into his mouth. But he was still frozen. She was completely in control of his movements.

Sheila slowly backed away giving him another long look. She then sat down, her cheeks resting on his legs near his knees. There was space between the two of them. As Sheila broke the body hug she had just given her Dad, she had surreptitiously pulled her skirt back to completely expose her pussy. She pulled his head slightly down as she sat, aiming his eyes directly at the target.

Edward drew in an involuntary breath as his brain registered what he was seeing. Sheila felt and heard it, much to her satisfaction. Immediately she pushed her Father's head back and lowered her lips to his. He experienced a series of soft, wet, sensuous kisses gliding across his mouth. 

No tongue, but these were not the chaste kisses of daughter and father. These were the kisses of a lover in the first stages of seduction. Edward groaned. Sheila broke the kiss and brought her lips to his ear. She whispered.

"I remember when I was young and you told me it was time to go to bed that I would fuss and fight all the way. But I'm not a little girl anymore Daddy. Any time you say that you want me in bed..." Sheila waited a beat for the words to sink in, "I'll say, yes."

Sheila pushed herself up and off of Edward, standing in front of him. She recalled the advice she had received from Jill. "Set the hook. Then reel him in slowly. Let him fight it. Give him slack in the line, but keep on slow steady pressure. Eventually he will tire of the fight and stop resisting. Then you will have him."

"Night, Daddy. Why don't you use the bathroom first while I make up the couch for sleeping? Then when you are done I will take my turn."

Edward couldn't move. His addled brain was not fully functioning. His cock was rock hard and his balls ached. He couldn't process what his daughter was saying.




House of Love Pt. 04



"Come on, Daddy. Time for you to get your shower." Sheila took his hands and tugged in an attempt to get him up and moving. Under her urging, he stood and walked near zombie-like to the bath. In the bathroom, he was still not fully cognizant of what he was doing, so he stood there still a little confused about what had just happened.

Sheila began to unbutton his shirt. When she had it opened, her hands ran across his chest several times, stroking him. As he was still in his catatonic state, Sheila unbuckled his belt, released the hook at the waist, and unzipped him. His pants fell to his ankles. As he was going commando that day, his full erection sprang forth.

"Step out of your pants, Daddy." Sheila admired the stiff cock. It was very nice. And very average. Maybe a little over 6 inches. Maybe just a little thicker, but not oversized.

"Just the way I like 'em" Sheila thought. She also thought about sinking to her knees and deep throating him. She certainly knew how. Mike had taught her well with his much larger schlong. But it might be too much, too fast and she didn't want to lose her catch. Better to bring him in slowly. Still, she couldn't resist a quick feel and stroked him one time. Then she turned him toward the shower and urged him in.

The water broke Edward out of his reverie. His brain began a slow reboot. What was Sheila doing? She was teasing the hell out of him. Did she mean it, or was it just an innocent misunderstanding? Had she copped a feel on his cock? Fuck! She was so hot!

Conflict and confusion raged in his mind. What was he going to do? He really needed to stroke off, but with Sheila there, he had no real privacy. She had even left the door to the bathroom open. There was nothing he could do but deal with the frustration. 

He finished showering and got ready for bed. Edward's habit was to sleep bare-chested wearing only a pair of loose fitting pajama bottoms, cinched with a draw string. He walked out to where Sheila had been making up the couch to sleep on. He noted that she had not folded it out.

"I'm done with the bathroom." 

"Ok, Dad. Thanks. I'll be in there in a minute."

"I'm going to go to bed, sweetie."

"Good night, Daddy." Sheila reached her hand around the back of his neck to draw him down for a goodnight kiss. It was just as warm and inviting as had been those earlier ones on the couch.

"Sweet dreams, Daddy." 

Edward crawled into his bed and tried to sleep. His mind kept him awake as he rehearsed the things that had happened and been said tonight. After a while, and with difficulty, he went to sleep.

Sheila left her Dad alone as she needed him to go to sleep. She knew that he was a very sound sleeper, but he need time to get into that really deep sleep. She showered and prepared herself for sleep. But not on the couch as her Dad expected. Tonight was going to be the first night she slept with her father. Nothing sexual would happen. He wasn't ready for that. But she was conditioning him to her presence in his bed.

Sheila put on a set of one of her special "Daddy" lingerie sets. The top had spaghetti straps that held up thin, light fabric that reached only as far the bottom of her breasts. It covered, but hid nothing. The panties were of the same material. Her pussy lips were completely visible as the fabric molded itself to every ridge. It made a perfect camel toe. Daddy would have a nice surprise in the morning.

After an hour or so, when she was certain that Edward was in deep sleep, she pulled back the covers on one side. He was sleeping on his side, in his "half" of the bed. Just like he had done for so many years with his wife. 

"Old habits must die hard" Sheila thought.

Very gently she eased into the bed and pulled the covers over her. Then she scooted her back towards her Daddy, until her whole length was pressed up against him. They were spooning. Sheila reached back and took his arm, brought it over her body and around to her front. She took his hand and slowly brought it up under her nighty and bent his fingers around until he cupped one breast.

"Perfect." And she fell contentedly asleep.

Chapter 8 - SUNDAY

Sheila woke before Edward. She was still snuggled with him, his hand still cupping her breast. She loved the feeling of sleeping beside her Man. Her pussy was getting wet thinking about her Daddy.

She also felt his morning wood pressing against her ass. Very carefully, Sheila fished his hard cock out of the access slit in his pajama bottoms and directed it between her legs. There was no intention on her part for it to enter her. It was too soon to push that issue. She just wanted the experience of feeling it slide along the length of her slick valley. And everything could have an innocent explanation.

Sheila fell back into a half-sleep, dreamy state. She was savoring the feeling of being in bed, pressed up against her Dad's body. Hand on her breast, cock rubbing her sex, everything was perfect. Soon he would awaken, and she could begin the task of slow reeling once again.

Edward was enjoying the feeling of his wife's body next to his. It had been a long time since they had slept this way. It was pure pleasure to caress her breast. He gave it gentle squeezes, stroking her nipple to hardness. He loved making her feel good.

His cock registered warm slickness long before his brain rose to awareness. His hips began to move, gently moving his hardness. Oh God, that felt so good. 

"Maybe the wife will want morning sex" his foggy mind mused. 

This closeness was very loving to Edward, he felt much contentment as he stroked his wife's body. In the recesses of Edward's brain, an alarm was sounding. At first, he didn't know what it was that was bothering him, but as it was muted and not penetrating the fog. He decided to ignore it.

His wife was moving around. He felt her upper body twist putting her shoulders mostly flat on the bed. With that action, he gained access to her other breast so his hand slid across to caress the newly exposed prize. His cock continued to lightly stroke.

Edward continued to rise out of his heavy slumber toward consciousness. As he gained sensibility, the klaxon of alarm continued to wail with increasing volume. He began to appreciate that something indeed was wrong. But what was it?

Something wrong about his wife. Yes, there was something definitely wrong concerning his wife. He opened his eyes to blurry vision. As he did, he felt a hand reach to the back of his neck and pull his lips to hers. A soft gentle, loving kiss brushed her lips against his, just before they pressed to him a little harder. He felt her lips open slightly and her tongue push out and quickly swipe across his. Wow! He hadn't felt this kind of loving in years.

"Good morning, Daddy."

Instant full consciousness. Flight or fight mode activated. Panic rising. Klaxon blaring at painful decibels. His body reacted violently by twisting in the opposite direction from which the voice had come. He was flinging himself over the edge of the bed in order to escape. But his legs got tangled in the sheet and blanket so he wound up with torso on the floor, while his legs were held fast on the bed. His head had made a glancing blow on the nightstand.

"Are you OK?"

Edward moaned. His head hurt from striking the furniture. He couldn't get free of the bed clothes. His body was aching from landing hard on the floor.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He thought. "What's going on?" How did Sheila get in my bed? And what the fuck was I doing feeling her up?"

He felt hands on his head moving gently.

"Daddy, are you alright?" she was asking him.

"I think so, you just kind of scared me." Edward was trying to kick his legs free of the sheet when he saw that his cock was still hanging out of his pajamas, in full view of his daughter. He raised his eyes to look at her and was greeted by the stunning beauty of her body. 

The lingerie she was wearing did nothing to hide her naked form from his eyes. It was alluring, designed to create a reaction in the intended viewer. It did its job well. Without getting his approval, his cock started to swell to its previous hard condition. No cock on the planet had the power to ignore this vision before him. Eyes were directly connected to his groin, utterly bypassing all higher brain functions.

"I'm sorry, Baby."

"It's OK. All guys get morning wood. It doesn't mean anything."

"I'm sorry about touching you."

"If your hand accidentally brushed across something, that kind of stuff just happens when two people snuggle in the bed. Don't worry about it." Sheila told him.

Sheila was either completely naïve, or she was giving him a graceful out. He knew that his hand on her breast was nothing accidental. He knew his rock hard cock was not now just morning wood, whatever it had been moments before. His daughter was affecting him like no father should be affected by his daughter's body. And his cock was still risen in all its glory.

He sent a hand down to cover it while using the other to assist in his attempt to get up.

He felt her hands on him as she spoke.

"Let me help you up."

"No, no Baby I can do it" he said. His mind was screaming, "Please take your hands off me. If you keep touching me I don't know if I can keep control of myself."

Sheila could see that he was on the edge. So she decided to give him some space. Enough reeling. Let him fight the hook some more. He'll tire soon enough.

"Why don't you get a shower and I'll cook us some breakfast."

Edward limped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He untied the knot in the drawstring of his pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. Reaching into the shower, he turned on the hot water and let it run. When it was warm, he stepped in and adjusted the temperature to his liking. He stepped under the spray, letting it cascade down his face. He began to relax and started trying to process what had just happened. He kept seeing images of his daughter's near nude body flashing on the back of his eyelids.

He began to distract himself by going through the motions of washing his hair and body. But he could not escape the memory of touching her. Of cupping her breasts in his hand or the glorious feeling of sliding his hard cock between her silky thighs into the wetness of her pussy. He kept seeing her bald pussy, her hard nipples.

His soapy hand reached around his hardness and began to stroke as he thought of his daughter. He realized that he was thinking of her sexually, something he had never done before. Edward knew that he was going to go straight to Hell, but at that moment he didn't care. It felt so good. 

It had been so long since he had a woman. He thought that once he was separated from his wife that he would go on some kind of sex spree, trying out all of the things that his imagination could conjure. But things didn't happen that way, as he found he had no taste for empty sex. He did want to break all the taboos, but he wanted to do it with someone he deeply loved. And the "someone" deeply loved him.

As he continued to jack off, the combination of his deep love for Sheila and her overpowering sexuality were combining into a fantasy that excited him and deeply disturbed him at the same time. He could not stop it. He wanted it.

His orgasm built. Finally, he exploded all over the shower wall, where the water quickly washed it away. His knees went weak and he nearly fell out. The blast had been so powerful, and it had been a long time since one that big had pushed out of him, that his cock had hurt as it passed through. He felt an emptiness in his crotch as if some significant percentage of body mass had just been expelled.

He immediately felt guilty. He had jerked off to thoughts of sexual contact with his daughter. He had not specifically thought about intercourse with her, but he had not needed to get that far in the fantasy to achieve blastoff. 

"Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said to himself. Edward was still confused. Confused by the events of this morning. Confused by the things she said, by the open sexuality she displayed, with the way she dressed and also by the lack of it. Confused by his own sexual response.

Edward decided that he needed to get out of the shower so that there would be some hot water left for Sheila, if she wanted a shower. He had to go out there and put on a brave face. Somehow he needed to get ahold of himself and take control of this situation.

He dressed and then exited into the kitchen area, where Sheila was busy preparing food. She had changed into something more modest, thank God, than the night gown she had been wearing when last he saw her. But modest was a relative term for Sheila.

She was wearing tight short shorts and a tee shirt tied in a knot just under her bosom. The outfit highlighted her long legs and shapely but. The top tied that way showed off her small waist and toned middle. The fabric stretched tightly across those mounds he had so happily held that morning.

"Stop staring" he told himself. But he couldn't stop looking any more than he could stop thinking about his daughter as a sexual being. He had crossed that Rubicon and there was no going back. 

Sheila felt his eyes on her, following her every move. She also could see the long bulge in his pants. She knew he was thinking about her and what had happened in bed.

"Perfect" she thought. "Set the drag, reel in all of the slack. Bring him closer to the net. Don't let him jump the hook."

There was bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes, and grits. All the things Sheila knew her Daddy liked to eat for breakfast.

"Whoa, baby. I can't eat all that! I'll be a fat old man."

"Don't worry. Anything left over we can store in the fridge and have later. You can eat anything you want. It's all hot. I wanted to offer you anything you wanted."

There it was again, innocent sounding words that maybe weren't so innocent. Edward wondered if she was coming on to him or if it was all in his imagination. Where before, he would have not thought of his daughter sexually, now he had imaginings of his daughter's body.

But he loved her. He couldn't think of her that way. The thought drifted through his mind that maybe the two things, his love for his daughter and sexual desire weren't mutually exclusive things. Is that what she was communicating to him? That he could be sexual with her and not violate their love?

"Hey, Daddy? After breakfast could we go for a walk? You have twenty acres and I would love to go walking in the woods with you. Maybe we could take a blanket and have a picnic."

"Sure. We could do that. It's a nice day."

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They found a shady spot by the stream that cut across his property. It was the best spot for their picnic. Edward spread the blanket. Sheila started unpacking the backpack they had brought along. She had included some wine along with the sandwiches.

"Can you get this open?"

Edward pulled the cork and poured them both a glass. No fancy stemware on a picnic. They talked about everything they could think of slowly eating and drinking. They finished the first bottle, which provided a nice relaxed feeling.

"Here, open the other one."

"I've had enough. Sweetie."

"Oh, but, we carried it all the way out here to enjoy and I don't want to have to carry it all the way back home. I am so enjoying the day. I don't want it to stop."

"Alright, I'll get it open."

The additional wine led them past relaxed to a little buzzed. Definitely looser. Edward felt his control slipping. His thoughts were increasingly centered on this gorgeous sexy woman in front of him. He should have been bothered by that fact, but the alcohol washed away any concerns he may have had.

"I feel good, Daddy. I want to lay down. Come lay beside me."

Sheila lay on her back with her arms stretched above her head, wrists crossed. Edward had a fleeting image of those wrist tied together. Another taboo his fantasy life had considered.

He lay on his side next to her, one arm bent at the elbow, the hand supporting his head. Deliberately, he placed his other hand flat on her belly, just above the belt line of her shorts. He began moving it in circles across her midsection, caressing her.

"Ummm. That feels good. More."

The tips of his fingers stroked just under the top of her shorts. Edward looked down on his daughter. He saw eyes full of love and something else. Desire? Her lips slightly parted. Edward leaned down and gave her a full kiss on her lips. She tasted so good. Soft, warm, inviting. He kissed her again with more intensity that the last. 

His tongue slipped between her lips. Hers responded in kind. Sheila moaned with pleasure and the sound of that pleasure spurred Edward onward. Their passion was rising and Edward brought his hand up to caress her breast. As he caught her nipple beneath the fabric and rolled it between thumb and fore finger. He squeezed and caressed. Sheila made encouraging noises muffled by their kiss.

Edward broke the kiss so that he could use both hands to untie the knot that was holding Sheila's shirt closed.

"Oh, yes Daddy. Yes. Yes."

The vision of his daughter's breasts naked beneath him was more that Edward would ever be able to resist. His mouth covered one of her rosy coins while his tongue flicked back and forth over her hard bud. He sucked it into his mouth. His hand contained her soft mound which she was now pushing up in offering by arching her back.

He lifted his mouth off of her breasts so that he could use both hands to each take a nipple with thumb and finger. He squeezed much harder this time, while stretching them considerably, finally twisting them. He knew it was causing some pain. Another taboo broken.

Sheila increased the tension on her nipples by flattening the arch in her back and pulling downwards. It felt so good. The pain was exciting her further. It was like the wonderful pain/pleasure she felt when Mike jammed his cock up her ass. She wasn't a pain pig or into S&M, but this low level of breast abuse stimulated her libido. She liked it.

"Yes, oh God, yes! Yes Daddy, pull harder. Oh God, it feels so good. Yes, do it!"

His mouth clamped down on hers in a fierce kiss. His passion was rising, driving rational thought and all restraint from his mind. As his kiss once again blocked her cries, Edward thought he heard something. He froze.

His freezing caused Sheila to freeze also. Edward lifted his lips form hers and when she started to speak, his fingers covered her lips to silence them. There it was, he heard it again. A rhythmic sound like the crunching of dried leaves and twigs.

Shit! Some was walking through his woods. This was private land. There should have been no one out here. Edward raised his head to see two hikers in the not too far distance. They looked like a middle aged couple.

He quickly got up and motioned to Sheila to cover herself. She rapidly redressed, tying the shirt back in place. Edward realized that the hikers would have been close enough to hear Sheila crying out. As they approached closer. Edward stood and called.

"You are on private land. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, very sorry! Sorry to interrupt your, er, um..." Spying the remains of their meal on the blanket, he continued, "picnic. Yes! Picnic. So sorry! We were hiking up on the main trail and started watching some birds. They were flitting from tree to tree and as we followed I'm afraid we've become hopelessly lost. We were following this stream in hopes that it would lead us, uh, somewhere. Anywhere, really. Sorry to interrupt. Could you point us in the right direction? We just want to get back to our car."

"Just head back upstream. It will cross the main path not too far from here, about a quarter mile. You won't be able to miss it."

As they turned away, the man said once again, "Sorry for the interruption. Thanks for getting us straightened out." He waved his hand high above his head in parting.




House Of Love



"Mom, wrap your fucking legs around me. I need to fuck you right here. I can't wait anymore!"

She did as she was told and I thrust my cock up her hot and piss drenched pussy. The feeling was extremely intense. Julie stood beside me and cheered me on, asking me to fuck our mother harder...and I did. I kissed her full lips as I fucked her hot pussy with fury. After a couple o minutes of hard fucking I felt her pussy spasm around my cock and she came with a scream. I pulled out of my sexy mother and went over to my sister. I made her turn around and bend over, then I ripped her crotchless panties off of her and entered her from behind. I started fucking her very hard, doggie style.

"Do you like the way your brother is fucking you baby? It looks like he is not our shy Dan anymore. He is our own private fuck machine!" my mom said to my sister as her boyfriend was entering her pussy. 

Marco started fucking our mother violently as well. The bathroom was filled with the smell and sound of hot sex.

"Honey do you mind if I invite my dad and his wife for dinner tomorrow? I know that they would love to fuck the three of you!" Marco asked my mother as he kept pounding her pussy very hard.

"Oh fuck baby. Call them. Ask them to come right away. The more we are, the better. From now on we'll have the best sex life a family could ever have. This will be our house of love!"

And I came all over my sister's round and pretty butt...