                       Before the wedding
                         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 ....







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     "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 ....






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     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.




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     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.






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     "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 ...."






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     "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.




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     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.





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     "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.

























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     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 
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