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Authors name: Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
Story title : Before the Wedding
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Before the Wedding (MM/MF, inc, reluc, preg)
By Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
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"An Erotic Story"
"Are you SURE this is right, Mom?" asked the picture-
perfect young bride. All girls (and even women) look like
angels or princesses when getting married. Charlene was
no different. From the top of her veil with the tiny
coronet in place, to the rhinestones glittering on the
heels of her shoes, the girl looked the very picture of
radiant bridal glory.
A woman doesn't need real beauty for this. Even the
ugliest of dowdy frumps can look wonderful for a wedding
once in her life. But Charlene had that beautiful brown
hair combined with blue eyes, that seemed so common with
girls her age in this area. A fact well appreciated by
the horny young studs aching to trap these beauties into
matrimony ... the only way it seemed to get sex in Marton
County.
"Yes Dear," soothed her mother. "Father Jenkins KNOWS how
inexperienced girls like you are, when it comes to sex;
and has volunteered to see to it that you KNOW what is
important on your wedding night. Now that we're sure it
fits, let's get that dress off you before we wrinkle it.
I don't have time to do another ironing."
"Well ... If you're SURE," she petulated; working to ease
herself out of the layers of gown, like a man taking off
a diving suit. "I don't want Jeremy getting angry about
this. I mean, he's waited so long ... and really expected
to be first."
"Don't worry about Jeremy," again soothed her mother.
"Being first-born, he knows as little about sex as you do
... So Father Jenkins has also volunteered to instruct
him in the details as well. He's very good at that. In
fact, your fiancee is probably over there right now."
Father Jenkins WAS "very good" at teaching about sex. A
priest is supposed to be able to instruct young newlyweds
in many things having to do with married life ... not the
least of which being HOW to have sex ... and incidentals
like the taking of a girl's virginity, along with birth-
control. No, the Church didn't really condone birth-
control as such ... always wanting there to be at least a
CHANCE for God to have his way and for couples to "do
their duty" and "multiply". Besides, this helped spread
the faith to younger generations. Still, couples WOULD do
such things; and it was up to priests to see that the
couples did not resort to abortion ... what amounted to
murder of a child in the eyes of the Church. So better to
see to it that such worries never came up.
Father Jenkins' ideas about teaching sex however, were
definitely NOT approved by the Church. In fact, if found
out, scandals about other priests and altar boys would
have seemed rather picky and minor infractions. Not that
Father Jenkins had any objections to altar boys ....
"I'm sorry, Jeremy," he told the pale and worried young
man, "but you'll have to get undressed like I am. You
won't be able to have sex with Charlene, you know, if
you're still wearing your clothes."
The young man in question gulped and tentatively reached
for a button on his shirt. The only reason HE was here
prior to his fiancee, was because of his mother's
insistence. "But I know ..." he began.
"Jeremy, Jeremy," soothed the older priest. "I've known
you all your life. Even longer, in fact; since before you
were in your mother's womb. A marriage is not just one
contract. The vows you will take next week with Charlene
are just one of many duties you will assume. For example,
did you know that the marriage is not legal, until you
consummate it?"
"Connsumme?"
"Consummate it. That means have sex with your wife ...
which in some cases may take over a week to happen. See,
you didn't know, did you?"
Jeremy was now puzzled. Here he had thought he and
Charlene would just get married, he would stick his prick
inside here, and (eventually) they would have babies.
Maybe things WERE more complicated among humans than he
had assumed they were from watching animals out on the
farm.
Father Jenkins looked proudly at the strapping young
youth as he slowly got undressed. Like his beautiful
bride-to-be, the young man had brown hair and blue eyes
... just like he did. A fact not too astonishing, when
you consider that both children were actually his ... and
thus half-brother and half-sister. For at least three
decades now the 50-year-old priest had been teaching
"sex-education" to prospective brides and grooms in what
had been a small but fast-growing community. The good
priest's teachings had resulted in a local "baby boom"
that easily outstripped the commoner one taking place
because of men coming back from the war. That no bad
inbreeding effects had shown up in three generations
(starting four now) gave the priest good reason to be
proud of his children.
A priest is SUPPOSED to think of his parishioners as his
"children"; but few did like Father Jenkins. Almost one-
third of the people in the parish now WERE his sons and
daughters, with a far-greater percentage being
descendants that included grandchildren and great-
grandchildren ... with a sprinkling of great-great-
grandchildren that were all his direct descendants. A
few, like Jeremy and his blushing young bride, were not
only Father Jenkins' children, but his grandchildren and
great-grandchildren as well! A fact known to almost every
woman in the parish; but few of the men.
The women had good reason to keep this a secret. If their
husbands had known, many would have been thrown out or
abandoned; as even in today's modern society, having sex
with somebody not your husband could lead to a quick
divorce. And as for having another man's baby ....
That none of the children were produced by adultery, or
were conceived after the women were married, had little
meaning to men like that. To them, just knowing a child
wasn't theirs, would be enough. Thus Father Jenkins
leaned on each succeeding generation to send the young
marriage-hopefuls around to him ... so he could teach the
young kids what he had previously "taught" their parents.
And the mothers knew better than to object. After all,
who would the angry husband believe, her, or the
respected parish priest who had seen him into the world,
gave him First-Communion, and taught him the ways of life
and women, before marriage?
Even if believed, that would not have saved more than a
few marriages. So the women gave in to the good father's
importunities, and dutifully sent each of their daughters
(and often sons too) to be properly "educated" in the
rituals of sex before marriage by the oh-so-caring
priest.
"See," it's not so bad," soothed the priest in question,
as he approached the trembling young man. "Being naked,
is just the way God created us, so we could enjoy each
other's bodies. It's a shame that we cannot do this
often; but you will soon be married to the lovely
Charlene; so you won't miss it too much."
With blandishments and soothing words, the horny old goat
of a priest soon had the innocent young man BELIEVING
that he was doing the right thing ... and thus he would
be ready for his lovely wife by the time she was ready.
Something the priest assured him would happen within a
week or two after they got married. Thus, the "lessons"
in how to relieve himself without forcing himself
sexually onto his unprepared wife.
Before he was fully aware of what was happening, Jeremy
found himself sitting on the small cot in the rectory,
with his prick buried in the priest's mouth, until rising
pressure caused him to grunt in warning.
A warning that Father Jenkins didn't need. Being long
experienced with taking virginities (both male and
female) he knew well the signals of rising orgasm in
young men; and was not averse in the slightest to
swallowing every drop of his son's precious seed.
However, he DID have other plans. It is SO much better
(he thought) to have your first orgasm while your father
deposits HIS seed inside you ... or at least has his
prick in you. The question (of course) was which hole of
the boy he wanted to be buried inside, when he erupted.
Deciding that, "Turn about is fair play," the priest
stopped sucking just as the young boy was about to spew.
"Your turn," he motioned to Jeremy; pointing to the
youngster to lie on the cot, while he moved his swollen
penis to his son's mouth.
By this time, Jeremy would have done almost anything to
get the wonderful sensations on his penis to continue ...
so in spite of it seeming slightly obscene, he easily
acquiesced and moved to suck the older man's prick like
he had previously been being serviced.
Once his young charge got into a proper rhythm, Father
Jenkins moved onto the small cot beside him, facing the
opposite way, in a demonstration of "69" that would win
Academy Awards if filmed and the Academy gave Oscars for
sex-movies.
From his previous arousal, it wasn't more than a minute
and a half before the young boy was squirting thick
incestuous cum down his father's throat, while the priest
took a few seconds longer to fill the young boy's mouth.
Having felt "Father" swallow every drop of his cum,
Jeremy felt obliged to reciprocate; licking and cleaning
up every drop, as the older man taught him to.
Two hours later, after "proper" introductions to anal
sex, and the joys of mutual masturbation, Jeremy was sent
on his way with the knowledge he would need to make it
until his new wife told him she was ready ... like the
good priest had taught him. An anus isn't exactly a great
substitute for a vagina, but Father Jenkins had
demonstrated rather well that on occasion it felt almost
as good ... to both receiver and giver. Again, something
the young man would find handy later on, when his wife
was menstruating or otherwise unavailable "normally".
"Yes, Jeremy," he reassured the still trembling young man
as he left, "I'll make SURE to teach your sis ... I mean
your new bride what she needs to know for your wedding
night. I've done this many times before, you know." With
that, the prospective young groom had to be content.
It took a full day for the over-fifty priest to recover.
He was no longer the young stud who could fuck three
triplets in one morning, knocking all three of them up in
one marathon incestuous session ... and then take on
their brothers the same afternoon.
However, 2:00 the next afternoon the priest issued a warm
welcome to the pretty young thing blushing in the
doorway. That the beautiful girl was his own daughter,
was fertile, and would be ovulating sometime in the next
three or four days (according to her mother who had
arranged the marriage-schedule to properly match the
child's timing, per the priest's instruction) just added
to her alluring beauty to the horny goat of a priest.
Still, Father Jenkins was a master of seduction, not
rape. Getting his children to send THEIR children to him
to seduce was as close as he got to forcing somebody into
sex. However, with both her mother encouraging this, AND
the spiritual leader of the parish the young woman had
known and followed all her life assuring her this was the
PROPER thing for a young woman about-to-be-married to do,
it wasn't all that difficult. Father Jenkins often
suspected (but deliberately never tested the idea) that
many if not most (or even all) of his daughters actually
LIKED the idea of the horny old goat of a priest having
full vaginal sexual intercourse with their little girls
... and knocking the kids up BEFORE they got married,
with her own father's baby kicking and squirming inside
her fertile young womb. Even with younger girls that were
NOT the priest's direct offspring, it was probably a kick
to know the child would be knocked-up by her own
grandfather, and carry her own uncle or aunt to term in
her womb, days or sometimes even weeks before her new
husband's seed ever saw the inside of the girl's vagina.
"Father Jenkins ... I'm not sure ...," began Charlene, as
the priest took off her jacket, kissing her neck as he
did so, and hung it on the hook by the door.
"Call me father," instructed the priest; helping the girl
out of her blouse; baring her naked waist, now only
protected by a thin brassier. "... Or even 'Daddy' if you
prefer. Your mother told you what to expect, didn't you?"
"Father ... Uh ... Daddy?" Now the youngster seemed
confused, as she almost helplessly let the priest
unbutton the front of her pants, before slipping them
down to her ankles.
"Daddy is fine," he reassured her. "A priest LIKES to
think of his parishioners as his children. Like you are,
my child. Think of me as your Daddy, who is teaching you
to make love, so you can please your husband, please God,
and please me by accepting his seed into your body so you
can obey God's command to be fruitful and multiply."
"Oh God, fath ... Uh, Daddy. This just isn't right," she
objected faintly; but not struggling as the priest kissed
his way down her thighs, while removing garments and
intruding pantyhose as he did so.
"It's not right to love your own father?" he asked; while
pulling a shoe off the girl's foot and replacing the
missing object with a kiss. Soon the girl's thoughts were
almost incoherent, as she felt the man's tongue working
its way back up the INSIDE of her thighs, close to the
"private parts" she had expected to keep private to
herself ... and possibly her soon-to-be husband, Jeremy.
Somehow Charlene only managed to raise a small objection
(and her ass slightly at the same time) as the priest
continued removing her most intimate of garments until
both panties and bra had joined the heap of clothing on
the floor. "You mean," she breathed; involuntarily
pushing her chest into the man's sucking mouth, "Momma
was RIGHT? You're really my ... my real Daddy?"
"Uhuh," he reassured her. "And her mother's too. So you
see how right this is. I don't want you to do anything
you don't feel right about."
[Author's note: Yeah, RIGHT! If the girl (or guy) didn't
feel right about something, then the horny old goat would
CONVINCE her/him to feel right; never giving the person a
chance to think properly while keeping the "victim" so
heavily aroused that proper thought was impossible ...
only actual copulation relieving the stresses he was so
expert in bringing on. And Father Jenkins WAS an expert
at judging just how far to go in each case until the
final consummation. Charlene was all primed and ready to
go, from her mother's instructions, thus not needing the
hour or two it sometimes took. But not once yet had any
of the girls (or guys) he seduced objected ... at least,
not out loud.]
"Uh ... I don't Know . oh . oh," she whimpered; as she
felt the first intrusion of the good father's finger
inside her virginal cleft. "I haven't ... I mean, Jeremy
and I ...."
"Shhh," he coddled her. "Don't worry about Jeremy. I
taught him, just like I'm going to teach you. You've got
to know how to make your husband feel good, when it comes
time for you two to consummate your marriage. I'm just
here to help." Yeah, right.
"But I never ...."
"Shh ... Doesn't it feel good?" This asked, with a thick
tongue probing her womanhood in a manner she hadn't
suspected could feel so ... so intimate, even with her
experimentation years earlier with her two younger
sisters. But then, they had all been kids when that
happened.
"Yes but ... But you're my own FATHER," she objected; as
he placed the leaking tip against her now wet and ready
young hole. If she didn't stop him soon, she knew the
priest's sex would soon be buried to the hilt in her
belly; squirting and inseminating her with her own
father's sperm. That she had just learned of their true
relationship just added to the obscenity (and, to tell
the truth, the incredibly sexual carnality and wonder) of
the idea of coupling with the man.
"That makes it all the better," he told her; fitting the
first inch of fatherly prick inside her.
"Uh ... I guess," she somehow couldn't help but agree;
lifting her hips so that the next inch sliced through her
virginity in a sudden stab of pain. "Ouch," she added,
almost conversationally; looking down at where the
priest's swollen member had vanished partway into her
body. The astonishment at seeing their incestuous
connection made the girl involuntarily hunch forward,
until half the man's penis was now embedded in her no-
longer-virginal and leaking sex.
"So tell Daddy to fuck you, cum in you, and make a baby
in your tummy, just like he did to your mother years
ago," he prompted.
"Uh ... Fuck me, fa ... Uh, Daddy," she tried. Still
wincing, she pulled back an inch until a red streak
appeared on the man's prick. "Fuck me, Daddy," she
repeated, stronger now, as he slid back inside her.
"The rest, too," he prompted again.
"Uh ... Unh, OOooh!" she moaned; temporarily distracted.
Then, "Cum in me, Daddy ... Please?" By this time, almost
all of the priest's swollen member was appearing and
disappearing into the young girl's tight little slit.
Charlene was working almost as hard as her father was to
force the incestuous priest's swollen prick into her
fertile young belly as they both could.
"All of it," he insisted; holding still until the
youngster's gyrations on his engorged member stilled, and
she looked up in frustration at his patient waiting for
her to continue.
"Do I have to?" she asked; holding out on this last
obscene request as long as she could. Charlene knew that
once she ASKED him to do this, she would have no recourse
or blame to put on him for planting his baby in her
belly. Like her mother, she would always remember ASKING
the priest to fuck her, cum in her, and knock her up with
her own father's baby.
Father Jenkins just nodded; somehow holding out against
the incredible pleasure of having the youngster's tight
little slit squeezing and milking his swollen prick for
its incestuous seed. He had to have the girl's mind, as
well as her body, not only asking, but pleading for his
baby-making seed, before he would let go and give her
what had been his aim all along ... another incestuous
baby for the girl to raise, without any obligations from
him. Really nice work for a priest, if you can get it.
"Make a baby in my tummy," she broke down and said; her
needs now growing too great to ignore. When the priest
STILL didn't move, she added pleadingly, "Please, Daddy?"
"Well, if that's what you want ...," he teased; just
sliding in and out about an inch.
"PLEASE, Daddy," she whimpered; now gyrating her hips as
she tried to capture the delicious sensations she had
felt inside earlier, when the priest's prick had been
sliding in and out. "Knock me up. Make a baby in my
tummy, so I can have my Daddy's baby, just like Momma
did." When this finally brought a slow reaction and more
movement on the man's part, the little girl broke down
completely. "Please Daddy," she whimpered. "I want to
FEEL your baby inside me. Please?" Charlene it seems, in
the end, was (and is) just as horny a young woman as her
mother was before her ... and her equally horny goat of a
father.
[Well, is that so unexpected, considering that she had
well over 7/8 of her father's genes? No wonder she was so
easy to seduce. And the young crop of girls in the parish
got easier and easier each year, for the same reason.]
Going faster and faster now, the priest slid in and out
until he felt the rising of seed in his prick, and buried
the belching member to the hilt in his daughter's body;
filling the child's womb with squirt after squirt and jet
after jet of incestuous baby-making seed. Charlene just
moaned and grabbed at him; working against the priest to
milk each precious drop of her father's sperm into her
ripe and ready young womb as she could.
Like her half-brother earlier, Father Jenkins did NOT
stop with just vaginal intercourse. Before the four-hour
"sex-education" session was over, Charlene (like Jeremy)
had been introduced properly to both oral AND anal sex.
"After all," the priest reminded her, "she had to keep
Jeremy happy until she had conceived ... and it was
'safe' to take her husband's sperm inside her body."
Charlene just shuddered at the implication ... but did
not object in the slightest when Father Jeremy showed her
how to use a rubber diaphragm to hold his sperm inside
her womb. Once married, and once their initial
consummation of their marriage, the couple would be good
little Catholics; raising child after child for the
benefit of the Church ... and of course, Father Jenkins,
too. But that would be probably several days before she
felt free to risk her husband's seed inside her body,
where the priest's child might already be taking root. In
the meantime, both children had been "properly
instructed" as to how to proceed until she was ready to
consummate the marriage properly.
"And now, My Child, do you Jeremy take Charlene, to have
and to hold, for better for worse, in sickness and in
health, to be your wedded wife, from this day forward,
until death do you part?"
Jeremy looked stunned that he could be so lucky as to
have such a lovely bride; and almost had to be prodded
into saying, "I do."
"And do you, My Daughter Charlene, take this man, My Son
Jeremy, to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, for
better for worse, in sickness and in health, to be your
wedded husband, from this day forward, until death do you
part?"
"I do!"
"Do you Brother and Sister, promise to follow the
teachings of God and the Catholic Church; to raise your
children in the ways of God, and to follow his commands
to multiply and replenish the Earth?"
"We do."
"Therefore, by the powers invested in me by God, by the
Church, and by the State I now pronounce you husband and
wife."
Father Jenkins turned the now-glowing couple together.
"As Father, I now command you Brother Jeremy to kiss your
Sister Charlene." Only a few people (all women) in the
parish noticed the slight difference of wording in the
marriage ceremony. But then, why should they? After all,
Father Jenkins had been giving almost identical weddings
for over thirty years in the parish. By now, his
interpretation of scripture was accepted as the
definitive one.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he concluded, "I now present to
you Brother Jeremy and his Sister, Charlene ... Now
husband and wife." Well ... people were SUPPOSED to be
brothers and sisters in the Church, weren't they?
Father Jenkins intended to see that they continued to be.
Author's Notes:
First of all, these are all STORIES, not advice on how
to have sex, or with whom. They are all FANTASIES not
reality.
The original poster of this story, Frank McCoy, (Not
necessarily the author; as some stories in "The Erotic
Story" series posted by him, are NOT written by him ...
though most are.) can be reached by responding to this
post in the newsgroups, by posting a message to either
of the newsgroups:
alt.fan.frank.mccoy, or alt.sex.stories.d
Or by email to: "Frank McCoy" <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
All stories posted by Frank with the Sub-Title, "An
Erotic Story" (including this one) are in the Public
Domain; and free for any use by anybody. Retaining the
title and sub-title, if the story remains unchanged, is
requested; but not required. Stories posted by him, that
are *NOT* so sub-titled, have copyrights retained by the
original authors.
Excessive restrictive use by pay-sites as "private" and
for-fee stories of the "An Erotic Story" series, will be
met by exercising the author's own rights under Public
Domain, and posting copies to newsgroups, along with
pointers to other free and competing websites.
Use of the stories by pay-sites to use as samples
however, is actively encouraged as a way to disseminate
them freely even further. Please don't flood the groups
with multiple copies of the same story week after week.
For more stories posted by Frank (some copyrighted, but
most not) try: http://www.young-stuff.com/frank/ Or:
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Frank_McCoy/index.htm
These are both WEB pages; in spite of the FTP label on
the asstr site ... though it CAN be accessed by FTP as
well. Just point your web-browser at either and get the
same data.
Or, try Incestgrrl's site.
http://www.come.to/incestgrrl
(It's not quite as up-to-date; because Frank doesn't
maintain her site like the two mirrors.) However, it's
free ... and there's lots of other stories there besides
his.
Check out ASSTR also
http://www.asstr.org
Frank also recommends three pay-sites that have helped
him on occasion by hosting his stories, or in other
manners:
Young-Stuff http://www.young-stuff.com
Daddy's Girls http://www.daddysgirls.org
Mr. Doublehttp://www.mrdouble.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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