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Gillian's Tale Ch. 01

By: point03



Gillian gave a sigh of disbelief as she looked around the small bedroom and started to unpack. She was 27, divorced and literally homeless.

It was only a month ago that she had been laid-off from her job at the shop. Now her money had run out and she had been forced to move in temporarily with her mother Susan.

For the last ten years her mother had been a live-in housekeeper and cook to Father Francis in the priest's big old mansion.

Father Francis, who was a distinguished looking man in his sixties, had been kind enough to make over the top of the house for her mother's living accommodation. Luckily the accommodation included a guest bedroom so at least she had a roof over her head.

As soon as she had unpacked, Gillian went to her mother's sitting room and they sat and chatted over a cup of coffee. Susan looked slightly nervous as she broached the topic of Father Francis: "Gillian, dear. The Father is a lovely man but he does have his little foibles."

Gillian looked puzzled: "What do you mean mother?" Susan gave an embarrassed grin: "Well, he likes me to dress in very short skirts with white panties when we are in the house alone. 

He likes me to bend over a lot so he can see up my skirt." She paused then went on looking very red: "We also have a special confessional where I sit opposite him. As I make my confession, I open my legs so he can see my panty crotch. If I've been very naughty, I have to pull my panty to one side so the Father can see my hairy pussy."

Gillian looked horrified: "MOTHER THATS TERRIBLE, I hope you don't expect me to condone such behaviour?"

Susan looked sternly at her daughter: "Susan, you will be living under Father Francis' roof rent free and with food paid for. You're 27 now and a grown woman. At the very least, I expect you understand and just wear short dresses and let the Father glimpse your knickers!" 

Gillian very reluctantly gave a small nod.

The days went by and Gillian grew quite fond of the priest and, to her surprise, found she quite enjoyed the teasing. 

She secretly felt proud when she sometimes heard the priest give a gasp when she was bending over to let him see her knickers. On one occasion she wore no knickers and as she bent over she caught sight of the Father rubbing himself through his trousers.

Then one day, Gillian returned home unexpectedly. She had forgotten her purse. As she entered the back door she could hear noises in the adjacent kitchen. 

Something about the sounds worried her and, rather than call-out, she walked quietly up to the kitchen door and peered in.

Her mother was bent over the kitchen table with her skirt thrown over her back. Father Francis was standing behind her mother with his trousers around his ankles. He was making grunting noises as he fucked Susan doggie fashion. 

Gillian wanted to look away but something compelled her to keep watching. Suddenly her mother cried-out: "Harder Father. Fuck me harder. Don't stop!!!!!!" Father Francis responded by fucking her furiously: "God I'm going to cum." He gasped. "I'm going to shoot my load deep in that lovely cunt of yours Susan!" With a gasp he collapsed on to Susan's back.

Gillian saw to her disbelief that her mother was frantically groaning and rubbing her clitoris. 

Then shudders ran through Susan's body as she climaxed. Susan turned her head to look at the old priest: She spoke in a submissive voice: "Thank you Father. I know I've been naughty and you had to punish me." 

Father Francis smiled kindly at Gillian's mother as he withdrew his now limp penis and dressed himself: "I hope Gillian behaves properly whilst she is under my roof otherwise I will have to chastise her." 

Susan giggled as she stood up: "I'm sure my Gillian will be a good girl for you Father."

Feeling very embarrassed from overseeing what her mother and the priest were doing, Gillian tip-toed down the back passage and left the house.

Some days afterwards Susan felt unwell and went to bed. It turned she had a high temperature and would need to stay in bed for a few days. 

When Gillian went to sit with her mother one evening the conversation turned to Susan's housekeeping responsibilities and looking after Father Francis: Susan looked knowingly at her daughter. "Gillian, the Father gets very weary and stressed from all his parish duties. When that happens I do what I can to relieve his stress if you know what I mean. He's just come in from visiting a difficult family and he needs some TLC. He'll be in his bedroom. Go to him."

Gillian felt embarrassed but in a strange way proud and pleased that her mother trusted her enough to send her to look after the old priest.

She knocked lightly on Father Francis' bedroom door and on hearing "Come in" entered the room. Father Francis was lying on his side on top of the bed. He had recently showered and was wearing just his dressing gown. Gillian smiled at him: "Hello Father, You look worn-out. Mum's not too well so she sent me in to see if I can be of any service."

The priest laughed and rolled over onto his back. As he did so, Gillian could see the dressing gown gape open and Father Francis' throbbing erection standing proud. He spoke: "My child, I think you know what I want!"

Gillian went bright red at the priest's words. Leaning forward, Gillian wrapped her hand around the Father's penis and began to slowly masturbate him. 

She could feel the Father begin to relax as she cupped the priest's testicles in her other hand and very, very gently massaged them.

Father Francis gave a groan of delight as Gillian continued to wank him: "Gillian, your mother always uses her mouth to help me relax. Will you do the same for me please?" 

Gillian had a mental picture of her mother gobbling the priest and laughed at the image: She spoke: "Father I'm going to give you the best blow-job you have ever had!!!" 

With that, still holding the shaft of the priest's knob, she began to lick around the head of his penis.

Father Francis reached out to the back of Gillian's head and she could feel the urgency of his desire as he tried to force her head down. She took the throbbing dick in her mouth and moved her head up and down sucking his penis. The priest started to moan: "I'm cumming my child. Don't stop!!!"

Gillian continued furiously sucking his knob and wanking him. Father Francis gave a cry: "Oh Gillian, it's wonderful, you certainly know how to give a good blow-job!!!!" With that he came deep inside Gillian's mouth. Spurt after spurt of spunk flooded down Gillian's throat. Gillian swallowed desperately but some spunk ran from her mouth and down her chin.

The Father's dick went limp and slipped from Gillian's mouth. Gillian smiled down at the elderly priest who lay there looking very relaxed! "Well Father, glad to have been of service. You have a nice rest now and I will see you for supper."

With that, she quietly left Father Francis' bedroom and went along to report to her mother that the Father was now completely relaxed!

****** End of Chapter 1 ******

Gillian's Tale Ch. 02



Gillian could hardly believe her eyes when she had returned home unexpectedly to collect her purse and saw her mother kneeling on a chair without her dress or panties on with Father Francis standing closely behind her grunting as he thrust himself forward.

Her mother only had a short silk petticoat and dark silk stockings on. Gillian could see that her mother didn't have any knickers on. Father Francis was naked with his penis poking between her mother's buttocks. The noises they were both making were disgusting.

She appreciated that her mother was in effect the old priest's live-in housekeeper and apart from having a nice wage she also had free board and lodgings but Gillian felt that this was going too far.

She was however in a very difficult position herself as she had only started to live with her mother, after her marriage broke down and was grateful that Father Francis was so willing to allow her to join her mother.

As she watched she felt shocked, but she reasoned that it was not her place to question the priest and decided to observe a little longer. Even has he thrust into her mother she heard her mother tell him: "Gillian is 27 now Father, she really is desperate for somewhere to live."

Gill realized her mother was asking the old man for help. As he sunk his penis deep inside Susan's pussy he muttered "I will have to think about it. I like the idea of having Gillian as my little sex slave. Do you think she would agree?"

Gillian could see her mother was reaching her climax as she gasped "She can be your personal sex slave and she would dress-up for you anyway you wanted." Suddenly the old man sighed as he splattered his cum all over her mother's bottom.

Susan must have cum at the same time as she half collapsed onto the chair, smiling quite smugly. Gillian could see that her mother didn't appear to be distressed and in fact was very well prepared with a small towel handy to clean herself. As the old priest sorted himself out he carried on talking "I think I will let your daughter stay Susan. But only if she agrees to service me whenever I demand it."

Gillian was still shocked but relieved the accommodation problem seemed to be sorting itself out. She heard her mother say "She is a mature woman Father but she could still be your little slave and dress-up for you."

Father Francis looked intrigued "How do you mean Susan?" Gillian felt shocked when she heard her mother say "Well, I still have her old school uniforms in the wardrobe." Susan knew he was interested and carried on "Besides her short uniform, I still have her school knickers."

The old man groaned and Gillian saw him squeeze himself through his trousers as he muttered "I would love seeing your daughter lying on the settee showing me her school knickers."

Gillian was still shocked but not displeased.

Father Francis looked uncertain "I am not sure if it is a good idea Susan. Perhaps Gillian won't be a good little sex slave for me". 

Gillian wasn't sure what she wanted her mother to say but was relieved in a way when she replied "Oh Father, I am sure Gillian will be a good little slave for you. If she isn't you will have to smack her bottom" She was encouraging the old man.

She understood a little more when she heard the old man telling her mother "I would love to smack her bum with her knickers around her knees" Susan laughed "She is a big girl now Father and her bum is a bit big!" As the old man laughed, even Gill gave a quiet little titter.

The next day Gillian thought about the happenings and after Father Francis went into his church to say Mass she confronted her mother. Susan was apologetic but also said "Well these are the circumstances we are in Gillian. If you are unhappy then it is simple for you to leave."

Gill had thought it through herself and reluctantly realised that leaving wasn't really an option. She still had some reservations and protested to her mother "But Mum. He is in his sixties and he was fucking you. What would Daddy have said?"

Susan felt she had to explain fully "Before your father died Gillian he was unwell and unable to work. Father Francis was so kind that he let us both live with him". Gillian looked aghast. She wasn't sure what her mother was going to say.

Susan didn't hold back "Your father knew that Father Francis was having me for several years before he died". Gillian gasped "Daddy knew? How?"

Susan was resolute now. "Your father and I were always honest with one another. He was impotent and couldn't perform his manly duties so I told him what Father Francis was doing to me". Gillian gasped "You told Daddy that our Parish Priest was fucking you". Susan nodded. Gillian felt weak: "What did he say?"

"I think he knew. He didn't seem shocked and didn't object. I realized later your father had a secret desire." Gillian didn't know when the revelations would stop. She looked quizzically at her mother. Susan just carried on now. Her daughter was a 27 year old woman; she had a right to know.

"Your father was impotent but still had desires. He liked wearing women's underclothes and touching himself." Gillian could hardly believe it. "Women's underclothes?" Susan didn't hold back now "Yes, he liked to dress-up in my tights and knickers and dresses and high heels and then he would do it to himself."

Gillian shook her head "He would wear your panties and wank?" Susan nodded. Susan explained "Your father liked dressing like a little girly." Gillian found it all too much. "Anyway Mother, what did Daddy say when you told him that Father Francis was fucking you?"

"It excited him to think that the Parish Priest was having me. It made him able to masturbate better. He wanted me to help him."

Gillian whispered "Oh God. What did he want?" "He wanted to watch Father Francis having me". Gill shook her head in amazement "Daddy wanted to watch Father Francis fucking you" Susan nodded. Gillian asked "Was Father Francis agreeable?

"Not at first but he then he relented and called Henry and myself into his study. He told your father he could watch as long as he solemnly accepted some conditions."

Gillian asked "What conditions, Mother?" Susan explained "He made your father agree not to say a word unless he was spoken to, and also he had to dress up as a little girl and masturbate himself as Father Francis took me."

Gillian was aware that her mother was trying to use nice words to describe things. She herself was well past the niceties and simply said to her mother "Daddy had to dress like a girl and wank himself as Father Francis fucked you?" Susan nodded "I wouldn't have used those words Gillian but they are accurate."

Gillian said "I will have to go for a walk Mother, and think this through." Susan nodded.

The next day Gillian sat down with her mother and confessed "When I thought about Father Francis, Mummy, I realized what a kind man he is to help you and Daddy and myself and if he likes to do a few naughty things that will be OK with me" Susan smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "That is so wonderful Gillian. He really is a lovely man and it is important not to embarrass him."

Mother and daughter giggled. It was such a relief to get all the explanations out of the way. She told her daughter "Father Francis will be back from Mass in a few minutes Gillian. I have put your clothes on your bed" Gillian was not sure what her mother meant but went up to her bedroom.

Susan was sitting on the settee when Father Francis came in and they both chatted about various Parish matters and some new utensils for the kitchen. Then Gillian returned. She had on a pleated short skirt and a crisp white blouse. 

She looked tentatively at her mother who spoke to the priest saying "Gillian has been a naughty girl Father. She has been wearing her underclothes all day."

Father Francis smiled "Come here Gillian, I had better check what your mother is telling me." Gillian stood in front of the priest who raised her skirt up and examined her white cotton panties.

He told her in a kindly voice "They are a little grubby. What do you think we should do Gillian?" He was giving the young woman a chance to change her mind.

Gill was now fully into the mood and murmured "Will you change my knickers for me Father."

Susan smiled as the old man drew Gill over his lap and whispered to her daughter "When the three of us are alone Gillian you can call me Daddy if you like." Gillian giggled and so did Susan. It went very quiet as the old man looked at the young woman's pantied bottom. Then Gillian spoke in a submissive voice "Will you change my knickers for me Daddy?"

Susan smiled as he watched the old priest pull her daughters panties down. Susan got up and told him: "I will go to the bedroom Father and fetch a clean pair if panties for you." Father Francis smiled and nodded.

End of Chapter 2



Gillian's Tale Ch. 03



The weeks passed and Father Francis, Susan and Gillian settled into a very pleasant domestic routine. 

Although Gillian was 27 and divorced she quite accepted that Father Francis would have her over his knee and pull her lovely white cotton panties down before fondling her pink buttocks. Gillian had nowhere else to live and was quite happy to play 'his obedient slave' as the old priest played with her.

Father Francis often took Susan doggie fashion around the house in various rooms as he had done before. With the new arrangements Gillian usually watched them. After a few times she started to enjoy it and masturbated herself as her mother and the elderly priest shagged.

Then one Sunday evening Father Francis asked Gillian and her mother to come and see him in his bedroom. When they entered they found the old priest lying on the bed. He had obviously just showered and was wearing only his dressing gown. Gillian thought he wanted his usual relaxing blow-job and started to undo his dressing gown.

However, this time the Father put out his hand to stop her. He smiled kindly at Gillian: "Not today my child. Today I'm going to fuck you! Your mother and I have discussed it and we feel it's time you paid a little something more towards your board & lodgings."

Gillian gasped in shock and looked in horror at her mother: "Mum I thought you were always going to be the only one who Father Francis fucked?"

Susan laughed: "This time sweetheart the Father's going to play 'hide the sausage' with you whilst I look on and play with my hairy pussy."

Gillian knew she had no choice if she wanted to continue living at the priest's house and very reluctantly nodded her head in acceptance. "OK Father what do you want me to do?" The priest laughed at Gillian's facial expression as he climbed off the bed and took off his dressing gown: "Don't look so horrified Gillian, your mother has taken a good screwing from me for years and your dear father loved to watch me fucking her. Now my child please take off all your clothes and lie on the bed."

With a final shrug of acceptance Gillian stripped off her clothes and lay back on the bed her legs tightly closed. Her mother looked at her: "Gillian, don't be so silly. Open your legs nice and wide, Father Francis wants to see your lovely hairy bush. 

As Gillian obeyed her mother, Susan looked across at the priest who stood looking down at Gillian his penis hard and erect. "Well Father, we can see you're more than ready to have my daughter but I don't think she's ready for you just yet!"

With that, Susan reached forward and very slowly inserted her middle finger into Gillian's pussy. Gillian gave a little moan of pleasure as her mother started to move her finger in a circular motion getting quicker as her daughter responded to her stimulation.

As Susan continued to finger-fuck her daughter she could feel Gillian's cunt getting wetter and hotter and she knew her daughter was very near to cumming. Susan smiled at the old priest: "OK Father, she's ready for you. You've been very patient, now be gentle with her."

With that Father Francis climbed between Gillian's legs and tried to insert his throbbing cock into her. Susan could see he needed help and with a loving smile reached between her daughter's legs and firmly grasping the Father's penis guided it to the entrance to Gillian's vagina.

With one thrust Father Francis buried his cock deep into Gillian. Gillian gave a cry of delight and wrapping her legs around the old priest pulled him deeper into her.

Gillian spoke: "Oh Father that feels so good. It's been years since I've had a real man inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard." Hearing her words the priest started to thrust furiously in and out of her. He started to gasp: "Gillian, I've very near." Gillian clung tightly to him. "No Father, don't stop please, I'm going to cum>>>>>>>>>>>>!"

With that, Gillian screamed as her orgasm shuddered through her. Feeling Gillian's vagina walls grip his aching cock, Father Francis shot his load deep into Gillian's belly and spurt after spurt of semen climaxed from him!

They lay together for some time after that until the old priest's cock slipped from Gillian's wet pussy and he rolled off beside her.

Father Francis laughed and patted Gillian's belly: "Well, my child that's paid this month's rent! We must see what you can do to earn your keep for next month!!!!!!!!!!!!

Realising he was teasing her, Gillian gave a little giggle and nodded enthusiastically. In her best submissive voice she said. "Thank you for fucking me Father Francis I hope I was a good little girl."

End of Chapter 3