This is a sequel to Confessional by Mesmer’s Bauble. I always seem to get caught up in other writers' stories. I blame you all for setting the gears of my imagination turning.
“Come in, my children.”
Jill and Mindy all but jumped out of their chairs. Father Andrews held open the door to a room labeled “Storage” nestled at the end of a hallway in the church. Two weeks ago, Jill had signed up herself and her daughter to volunteer at the church on Monday nights. She thought it would be a good bonding experience and a way to teach Mindy the importance of giving back to the community. Although she had not admitted this to anyone except Father Andrews, it was also a way to assuage the lingering guilt she felt at the perverted sexual acts that took place in her household.
The “Storage” room was actually bigger than most rooms in the church. It had whitewashed walls and large, liberally-scattered pillows on the floor. As always, the room was filled with the heady smell of incense, coming from a large covered bucket in one corner. The vapors were thick enough to give the air a slight blue tinge. Father Andrews, as he closed the door, was wearing the surgical mask that he always insisted upon when he watched Jill and Mindy take care of their volunteer work. This was their third night of volunteering and Father Andrews had told her at the service yesterday to expect something different. The “something” became clear as Jill followed her twelve year old daughter into the room. Instead of one man waiting for them, there were two. Or, rather, one and a half. The man, who Jill vaguely recognized from their congregation, was accompanied by a boy of about thirteen. His son, no doubt. Both the father and son were wearing masks.
Jill took a deep breath of the smoke-filled air. Her pussy was beginning to moisten. She blinked. The man and the boy were naked. Had they always been naked? Jill found it hard to keep her thoughts in order whenever she volunteered at the church. The boy was talking to Mindy now. Perhaps they knew each other from school. The boy seemed to be doing most of the talking, Mindy was staring at him a little vacantly, but she was nodding and mumbling responses. Jill smiled, glad that her daughter was socializing. The incense always seemed to have a stronger effect on Mindy, but Jill believed that was no excuse to be rude. As the boy kept talking, Mindy started reaching for his dangling cock.
“No, Mindy,” Jill called out. Mindy froze instantly. She was accustomed to obeying her mother without question. “You know I get him ready for you.”
Mindy faced her mother with wide eyes, “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“Now, now, that’s all right,” Father Andrews said, stepping forward. Jill backed down immediately when the young priest took charge. He continued, “the Stevens family made a big donation to the church. I’m sure Mindy was just eager to thank them.”
Mindy looked from her mother to Father Andrews, absently reaching a hand up under the bottom of her skirt to touch herself. “Yes, Father Andrews.”
“Well, I can understand that,” Jill said, grateful that Father Andrews was not upset at her daughter’s forwardness. “But there's a proper way. Go on over there, Mindy.”
Mindy walked to the spot her mother had indicated, an area of the room free of the giant pillows that littered the floor. As she did, Father Andrews turned on a set of speakers that were sitting by the wall and club music filled the room. He took the video camera that was sitting on top of one of the speakers, turned it on, and stood against the wall, getting a shot of the whole room.
Jill took a deep breath and nodded her approval at the scene. “Now start your dance.”
Mindy looked over at the men watching her, her eyes empty. She began slowly peeling off her jacket in a strip tease she had practiced many times in front of her daddy. The father and son stood watching her, and the son’s cock began twitching a little with the expectation of things to come. Jill walked over to the pair and with a last look at her daughter, who had just begun teasing with her ruffled skirt, Jill knelt in front of them. She had never serviced two men at once but she guessed that the son would get up easier than his father. So, Jill used her tongue to start playing with the man’s cock and her hand to begin coaxing the boy’s.
The boy, after looking down briefly in surprise, kept his eyes glued to Mindy. She was working her skirt down, agonizingly slowly, turning so that the men could see it sliding over her bubblegum-pink panties. Father Andrews, making slow circles around the whole group, alternated the camera between Jill's ministrations to the donors' cocks and the preteen strip tease. Jill felt the boy’s cock growing warmer in her hand, stiffening as blood began to inflate it. The father was not far behind. Jill was now taking the entire organ in her mouth, savoring the perverse taste of flesh. When both cocks were at full attention, Jill used one hand each to keep them rigid. She turned her head to check Mindy's progress.
The girl was naked except for the pink panties clinging to her tight butt. As Jill watched, Mindy hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and began to tease the last article of clothing down her pale legs. From what Jill had seen, Mindy was giving an excellent performance. The only flaw was her facial expressions. Jill must have practiced sultry come-hither looks with Mindy a thousand times at home, but whenever they volunteered, the incense seemed to wipe those lessons away. Mindy's eyes were empty of lust and any other emotion as she faced the naked men. Her vacant expression did not dampen the spirits of her audience whose cocks, to Jill's practiced eyes, looked ready to burst.
“Sweetie,” Jill called from her knees, still keeping the donors at full mast.
Now that she was completely naked, Mindy had resorted to her usual enticement. Her hands were roaming over her developing body, drawing attention to the curves that she was getting. When Jill spoke, Mindy froze in place, with one hand pinching a budding breast while the other spread her labia. Barely audible over the rave music, the tween answered, “Yes, Mommy?”
“It's time for you to have sex for Mommy, okay?”
Mindy nodded blankly and started walking towards the group. “Yes, Mommy.”
Jill's cunt was drooling with desire as she watched her preteen daughter stumble forward. But it was the men who would sin tonight, not her. The boy was thinking along the same lines. He stepped forward, and Jill let go of his cock. Jill stood up, trusting that the father would be able to stay hard as he watched their children. The boy took Mindy's hand and led the unresisting girl towards a giant floor pillow. He laid down on the cushion and pulled Mindy down on top of him. She straddled him and eased herself halfway down onto his cock, guiding it inside of herself with one hand. It went in easily enough, which was not surprising since Mindy was used to taking her father’s larger cock. Speaking of fathers, Jill returned her attention to the boy’s father, who was approaching Mindy from behind. He was holding his cock in one hand like a sword, aimed for Mindy's pert butt.
Jill was about to protest. Mindy had never tried to take two cocks at once. But as Jill opened her mouth, she ended up inhaling a fresh set of the potent fumes that were still circling the room. The words died on her lips as Jill took several deep breaths. She may have lost a few moments of time because when she returned her attention to the group Mindy was on all fours. She had spread her hands on the pillow to either side of the son's shoulders. Her knees were spread wide so that she could remain impaled on the son's cock. The father was hunching over her and almost completely blocking her small body from Jill's sight. He was having trouble fitting inside of Mindy. Jill had coached Mindy through anal sex with her daddy a few times, but they had not prepared for that tonight so this would be raw sex.
Father Andrews got several closeup shots of Mindy, apparently unconcerned by the thick organ forcing its way roughly inside of her. Despite Jill's hazy state, she winced in sympathy as the father dragged Mindy's hips back, slowly forcing his cock up her butt. Mindy's eyes flew open, she yelped in pain and appeared alert for the first time since entering the room. She started struggling against the boy but by now she was halfway impaled on two cocks and she could not slide free without causing more pain. Luckily, Jill noticed, Mindy was taking rapid, panicked breaths. The incense flooded into Mindy's lungs and Jill saw her daughter's breathing slow as she relaxed.
“That's it,” Jill took several deep breaths herself and continued to encourage her daughter. “See? You can take both cocks. You like taking them both.”
“Yes Mommy,” Mindy replied tonelessly, her voice lost in the deep bass music filling the room. She was bracing her hands against the pillow so that the father could force his cock further up her butt. The father was helpfully grabbing Mindy's slender waist to pull her back towards him. Jill hoped he would not bruise Mindy's soft skin. At least Mindy had inhaled enough incense by now to be indifferent to any pain she was feeling as she rutted with the two donors.
Father Andrews completed one more circuit around the three linked bodies. He spent several seconds between Mindy's legs so the camera would have a closeup of both of her holes stretched. Jill was still focused on the threesome when she felt Father Andrews nudge her. He was holding out the camera and she took it obediently.
“We'll go for the hat trick,” he said with a wink, pitching his voice over the pounding music. “Get a lot of good shots.”
Jill nodded as Father Andrews turned away and undressed. His erection sprang out, already completely hard as he watched father and son work out the logistics of fucking the girl in tandem. The son was saying something to Mindy while she stared down at him blankly. Father Andrews walked up to the knot of bodies, his cock bouncing with each step. He did not bother talking to Mindy. Instead, he put a hand on either side of her head and rotated it upward. He slid his cock into her slack mouth and began slowly thrusting in and out. Mindy's training took over and she tightened her lips around the meat in her mouth. She lifted one hand and braced it against Father Andrews' thigh because she had to lift herself higher to keep his cock from falling out. It was a good thing that Father Andrews was not a tall man or there was no way Mindy could have managed it.
“Good girl,” Jill called out encouragingly. Mindy did not react to her mother's voice and continued to stare at Father Andrews' pubic hair as the priest fucked her in the mouth. While he had started out trying to pump his cock in and out, Father Andrews was now standing still, holding the base of his cock to keep it level for the twelve year old. Each time the father and son thrust into Mindy, the girl's whole body rocked forward, sending the priest's member towards the back of her throat. Jill circled with the camera, spending several seconds on each man's relative position before zooming out for a wider shot.
The tangle of naked bodies looked like the world's most perverted game of Twister. The father alternated between kneading Mindy's ass cheeks in his hands and swatting them with his palms to turn them a cherry red. He did not have to put as much effort into forcing his cock into her rosebud now that Father Andrews was pushing back on Mindy's shoulders. The two men passed the tween between them like a ping pong ball, albeit one that only moved about five inches back and forth. The boy was content to artlessly grope at Mindy's small breasts as she undulated on his cock, crouching above him.
At first Jill had offered advice and encouragement to her daughter as she stepped closer to film various parts of the orgy. But Mindy had very little control of the situation with cocks impaling her at both ends. Jill settled on making approving noises as Mindy's petite body shot back and forth like a piston. The men were thrusting more urgently and the boy's hands had tightened to claws around Mindy's breasts as he fought to last longer. The father rammed into Mindy's ass faster, his eyes wincing above his mask as he grit his teeth. With a final, violent thrust the father came, his body seizing as he shot his cum deep into her colon. Mindy's face was smashed against Father Andrews' crotch and she involuntarily deep-throated his cock. Jill looked above the camera viewfinder and watched Father Andrews groan as he lost control and came down her daughter's throat. Since the priest was a participant here, Jill wondered if it was even necessary to mention this at her next confession.