Chapter 1 Relocation

     “The Pryor Family is the winner,” announced Father Nolan to the packed gymnasium.  I wasn’t about to argue.  Ed Pryor had just about twisted my arm off before I slapped the mat three times to signal my submission.  What was supposed to be a friendly demonstration of my proposed high school wrestling program had turned out to be something far more serious as Ed had come after me like we were gold medal finalists in the Olympics. 

     I was feeling embarrassed and humiliated plus pissed as I listen to Father Nolan declare the winner.  I was surprised he said Pryor Family; the rest of Ed’s brood wasn’t competing although they were all seated in the stands watching me be embarrassed.  But before I get into what happened, I better bring the reader up to speed.  There is a story behind my submission and it’s not a pretty one.

      My name is Bill Clausen and I’m the thirty eight year old husband of Emily, who’s thirty seven.  We’ve got three children; Megan sixteen, Christine, fifteen and Josh fourteen,  We’d only planned to have two but decided to make one more try because we wanted a boy.  That’s the one topic where Emily and I disagreed with the church’s teaching.  There was no way I wanted as many kids as my wife could pump out before it broke her health and ruined her body.   I consider myself a good catholic but some things are just common sense.  Plus, the church wasn’t going to put braces on their teeth or pay their college tuition.

     Last year, I cashed out of the startup software firm I helped found in Silicon Valley.  Don’t get the wrong idea.  I’m not super rich but I do have enough to retire and work at whatever makes me happy.

     Emily and I are practicing Roman Catholics; both reared in the holy mother church.  Emily is the more devout.  Her brother is a priest and an uncle is the bishop of the diocese of Nashville.  We found ourselves disturbed by the prevalence of sex, drugs, and violence in Walnut Creek and in particular the school system.  One year ago, a girl and boy in Josh’s middle school overdosed on heroin.  Megan’s high school had an outbreak of syphilis. 

     Emily was the one who first learned of Ave Maria Isles, a secure, gated community on Florida’s gold coast.  Their Web site advertised it as the perfect environment for a growing Catholic family.  Catholic schools and churches were located inside the secure perimeter.  There was even a well financed university that sought to combine excellence in both scholarship and faith.

     Leadership of the community was vested in the Celestine Brothers, a strict order of no nonsense priests complemented by an equally disciplined order of nuns.  You could not buy a Playboy magazine or rent a hardcore DVD in the Isles.  Cable television and Internet access were screened for salacious material.

      Emily considered it perfect.   I was less enthusiastic, being of the viewpoint that it is a diverse world out there and our children would have to deal with it sooner or later.  However, she seemed so taken with the idea I agreed to a visit.  After a full day of looking at reasonably priced well built homes, excellent schools, and first class recreational facilities including a tennis club and the three golf courses, I was sold too.  We went through an extensive vetting process intended to establish our bona fides as committed, faithful, and conscientious Catholics.  Father Bryan at Walnut Creek’s Our Lady of Christ church had to write a glowing recommendation for us to be accepted.

     Once we were vetted, we purchased a fifty five hundred square feet home on the periphery of one of the golf courses, sold our Walnut Creek home for a nice profit, and relocated as soon as school let out.  The home at 103 Christ’s Way had everything we wanted, including a pool and a gourmet kitchen.

      That brings me to the topic of scholastic wrestling.  I competed in high school and college and even the Olympics where I missed a bronze by a couple of points.  I truly loved the sport and my goal, now that I was financially independent, was to become a high school wrestling coach.  I felt it was a way to give something back for all the blessings I had received.  But when we arrived, I discovered wrestling was not offered by the high school.  You would have thought I would have asked but somehow I just assumed they did.  Assume, the word that makes an ass out of you and me was something my dad used to preach when I was a kid.

      When I pitched the idea of establishing a program to Father Nolan, principal of Ave Maria High, he was receptive especially when I indicated I was willing to coach the squad for minimum salary.  However, he did ask me to arrange an exhibition match for parents and students to educate them about the sport.

     “Wrestling is not popular in Southern schools, you’ll need to do a little marketing, Bill,” was how Father Nolan phrased it.

      Through the Isles’ community center skills database, I learned there was another resident, Edward Pryor, who had competed at Georgetown where he won several championships in the heavy weight division.  Ed turned out to be a bear of a man who stood six feet six inches and stayed in shape lifting weights and running.  Like me he was an avid golfer and had the time to play.  Ed was the lucky recipient of a monthly trust fund check.  He dabbled in day trading and managing some rental property in downtown Orlando; so he spent much of his time at home.

     I asked Ed if he would be interested in helping me establish the program and he readily agreed.  Luckily, the Pryor’s children matched ours in age and sex almost exactly.  Ed’s wife, Nora, hit it off with Emily and they became our first friends in the community.  They were among the earliest residents of Ave Maria Isles moving in when the place had more earth movers than people.  Ed and Nora were active in the community and members of the local advisory council.  Having Ed as a backer was a big plus.

     It was right after school started, that Emily mentioned something that shocked me.

      “Has Ed ever suggested wife swapping to you,” asked Emily one night after we’d got in bed?  She’d already surprised me by wearing a new night gown whose sheerness and slit sides got my attention.  I was smart enough to complement her and not be my usual dumb oaf and say something stupid like, “What happened to the flannel pajamas?”  She was also wearing perfume.  That was different.  However, whatever thoughts I had about coupling her vanished when she asked her question.

      “Of course not, why would he do that?” I said surprised the topic had come up.  Emily and I didn’t have that kind of marriage.  Infidelity on any kind was out of the question. 

      There had been one thing but I didn’t mention it.  Possibly, because at the time, I could bring myself to believe it happened.  Last week, Ed and I were watching the kids horse around in the pool.   His oldest, Wendy is Megan’s age and at one point, she climbed into his lap, plopping her rear right down on his crotch.  Something I wouldn’t have allowed Megan or Christine to do.  While I don’t harbor sexual feelings toward my girls, there are certain practices every father should avoid.  Having your sixteen year old’s bottom in contact with your manhood is one of them.

     Plus Megan and Wendy’s bathing suits don’t leave much to the imagination.  I don’t mean they’re one of those thongs were their entire bottom is showing.  I’m just saying that you can see a lot of skin.  I’ve complained to Emily but she said that all the girls wear them and Megan’s is more modest than average.

     Ed and I had played a full thirty six holes in the hot Florida sun and I was bushed.  I was sitting there half asleep when I noticed through half closed eyes that Wendy was performing a slight rocking motion.  She was grinding her bottom against his groin and Ed was allowing it.   In fact they were looking directly as each other and there was a big grin on Wendy’s face.  That went on for a few minutes.  When she jumped up to rejoin the others, Ed had a sizeable erection.  And he couldn’t help notice that I noticed.

      “Wendy’s got the body of a woman but still the mind of a child,” said Ed rubbing his crotch.  “Your Megan’s really blossomed.   At her age, 34C is going to lead to a serious pair of knockers in a couple of years.  But Christine got a terrific set of boobs too.  Of course, they gets them from Emily, you lucky bastard.  I’m tittie deprived.  Nora’s a B cup lite.”

     I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything.  The fact he knew my daughters’ bra size and was willing to mention it to me blew my mind.  When I got home, I snuck into the laundry room.  Luckily, Emily had a load of delicates in the wash.  I picked through the wet clothes until I found what I was looking for.  Megan’s bra tag read 34C and Emily’s 36D.  Christine, at 34C was a surprise; but not really when I thought about it.  My second child was on her way to being a real heart breaker.   She already had her Mom’s curvaceous figure and was attracting attention from older boys that made me worry; especially when she seemed to go out of her way to bring it on.

     Confirming the accuracy of Ed’s factoids made me wonder if I was just naïve.  I admit that on more than one occasion, I’d found myself staring at my daughter’s bodies.  Their tendency to walk around in their bra and panty or in short nightgowns made me uncomfortable.  I’d asked Emily to speak to them about being more modest but she just laughed and accused me of being an old lecher.

     To my chagrin, Emily wasn’t averse to allowing Joshua see her in her undies.  My son is a normal fourteen year old, the age of raging hormones and a penis that achieves an erection over anything female.  I’d noticed him staring hard at his mother’s panty clad bottom when she bent over to pick up something off the kitchen floor.  They were made of a sheer material and Emily’s vulva was on display.

     That brought on an awkward father and son talk where I discovered my boy had a difficult time understanding it was against the teachings of the church to lust after his mother and sisters who according to Joshua were, “hot as a firecracker”.   His response set me back.  “If God didn’t want me to do it, why did he make them so damn sexy?”

     I ended our conversation with a warning about how I would react if I ever caught him stepping over the line and laying a hand on them.  Somehow I didn’t think I got through to him.

     With regard to Ed’s comments, of course I knew that Emily had large breasts.  I was all over them when we made love.  And she was very sensitive to my kissing and fondling them.  Nothing was wrong with that.  We were man and wife.

     But allowing your sixteen year old daughter to sit in your lap and give you an erection then discussing your friend’s daughters’ breasts was another matter.   I decided to forget about the matter for the time being.  Maybe Ed was just having an off day or I misunderstood him.

     But Emily’s remark had reawakened my concerns.  Still, I decided not to over react like I usually do, especially when it comes to my family’s morals.  “No, he hasn’t.  Why do you ask?”

     “Nora and I had lunch together at her place today,” said Emily placing her head on my shoulder.  “We sampled a couple of bottles of excellent Australian pinot grigio.  The conversation got a little racy.”

     One of my wife’s few vices is wine.  She belonged to a wine club in Walnut Creek.  Sampling was a misnomer for emptying the bottle.  There were times when I thought all their talk about vintages, varietals, nose, bouquet, lace, etc, was just an excuse for her and her girl friends to get loaded.  Outside of the occasional beer after golf, I’m not much of a drinker.  I’m too health conscious to pollute my body with alcohol. 

      “Racy, how?” I asked wondering if there was a connection between the new gown and our conversation.  Her hand rested on my lower belly, inches from my manhood.  There are time I believe manipulating me is Emily’s hobby.  For all my bluff and hubris, I am forced to admit she calls most of the shots for the Clausens.

      “Mostly questions.  How’s your love life?  How often do you and Bill do it?  Have you ever tried S&M or anal?  And what did I think of open marriage?”

      “I hope you told her it was none of her business,” I said growing a little alarmed.  We’d never even discussed S&M let along tried it.

      “Well, not exactly, you know we don’t make love as often as we used to.  And we always do it the same way,” said Emily who to be honest was more open about sexual matters than I.  Sex is not something I can readily discuss with anyone including my own wife.  It was certainly not something we discussed in my home growing up.

      “You didn’t tell her that did you?” I asked feeling my ego being pricked.  Few men are willing to admit they’re not taking care of the wife in bed.

      “Why not?  It’s true,” said Emily sounding a tad resentful.

      “We’ve been married seventeen years.  It’s only natural that we slow down,” I said making an understatement.  We’d been more than slow lately.  I couldn’t recall the last time we made love.

      “She also asked me whether we made love before we were married,” said Emily.

      “What did you tell her?”

      “The truth, silly, why lie? In college, we screwed our brains out every afternoon in your apartment.    We did it twice the morning of the wedding.  She claims she and Ed still have an active love life,” said Emily sounding the slightest bit jealous.

      More manipulation, Emily had must maneuvered me to acknowledge that our sex life used to be more active.  The crazy thought occurred to me that maybe Emily was interested in spouse swapping.  “Did she ask if you were interested in swapping?”

     “No, not directly, she merely said that at some point in a marriage, the only way to retain an active sex life was to open it to others.  She also said that under certain circumstances it was sanctioned by the church.”

      “I seriously doubt the Roman Catholic church sanctions wife swapping under any conditions.  Maybe we should see less of the Pryors,” I said realizing I was in a no win situation and anxious to beat a retreat.

      “But they’ve been so nice to us.  I like Nora and our kids get along.   You and Ed are good friends.  Now I wish I hadn’t told you,” said Emily pouting.

     I realized I was perhaps reading too much into a conversation at an alcohol fueled lunch.  It was time to lighten up.  “So how did you leave it?  What nights do Ed and I swap wives?   I can hardly wait to get my hands on Nora’s B cup boobs.”  I rolled over and removed Emily’s breast from her gown and gave it a wet and noisy kiss.  Her nipple changed shape indicating she liked it or at least her boob did.

      “How did you know Nora was a B cup?” asked Emily placing her hand on the back of my head to press it against her breast.  One thing I had to admit was that Emily, when she wasn’t in her period, was always willing to have sex.  And back when we first got together, not even the menses kept her from performing.  I suppose most husband would consider me lucky but somehow it translated to stress for a spouse who had mostly lost interest.

     I’d seen Nora Pryor’s body in the brief bikini she wore around the pool.  She was a pretty woman who liked to flirt, especially with me.  I’d considered it harmless; but was now having second thoughts. “Just a guess, I’ve seen her in a bathing suit.”

     I exposed Emily’s other breast and kissed it.  My mouth and hands were very active, causing Emily to arch her back and sigh loudly, her way of signaling for me to keep going.

     I admit that in the last year or so, I’d turned Emily down more than she had me.  A few months ago, she showed me a vibrating dildo she’d purchased online.  On those nights when I begged off doing my husbandly duty, she retrieved the dildo from her nightstand and masturbated while I dosed off to the steady hum.  But tonight for a welcome change all the sex talk had gotten my mojo running and I was anxious to perform.

      “According to Nora, Ed is well endowed,” said Emily before pushing me away then throwing off the comforter and sliding down the bed.  Her change of position indicated we were going to have oral sex.  I’ve always considered myself lucky because Emily likes fellatio and doesn’t mind carrying it to its conclusion.  The fact I love or used to love cunnilingus makes us compatible in bed.

      I knew Emily had spoken the truth.  Ed and I had showered at the club’s locker room when we were meeting the wives for dinner.  Ed was well equipped although I didn’t think his was any bigger than mine.  He wasn’t circumcised.

      “Ed is bigger than average like me,” I said watching my wife lift my erect manhood with one hand then pass her tongue over my testicles.   “But he isn’t circumcised.”

      “Nora mentioned that.  I’ve never sucked an uncircumcised penis.  Have you measured each other,” asked Emily stroking me as she licked my testicles.  My wife can be a tease in bed which I find exciting.

      Her statement brought back a childhood memory.  When I was fifteen, my next door neighbor, Tommy Wickes, and I had masturbated each other then measured our penises with a measuring tape he’d taken from his Mom’s sewing kit.  It was one of my homosexual experiences that I keep locked away in my memory.  Still, the thought of Ed and I measuring each other seemed so outlandish it brought a smile to my face.  “No. just an observation in a well lighted men’s locker room,” I said.

      “I bet his balls aren’t as big,” said Emily taking one of my testicles in her mouth and sucking it.  She was right about that.  My balls are oversized and they reside in a sack that hangs down further than most. 

      It was during the oral part of the sex that Emily entered new territory.  She lifted my legs and licked my anus.  I instinctively cooperated by grabbing my calves and pulling my knees to my chest.  I’m still pretty flexible for a man my age.

     Emily’s anal foray caused me to gasp with pleasure.  Licked is not descriptive.  She surrounded my sphincter with her lips and sucked on my pucker as she forced the tip of her tongue through the opening.  I can’t say it didn’t feel great.  But coming after the discussion of wife swapping and my observation of Ed’s lustful encounter with his eldest daughter, I found it disquieting.  But that was later.  While Emily’s tongue was exploring my rectum, I laid there and enjoyed it.

      After a while, she went back to sucking my penis but at some point, she inserted her fingers in my bottom and stroked my prostate.  My wife is a surgical nurse by profession.  She knows the human body better than me.  Still, my sphincter was virgin territory as far as Emily and I were concerned.  Anal sex had never come up in our seventeen years of marriage. 

     Once Emily had me hard as a rock and about to explode, it was my turn to perform orally. 

     “Do my bottom, too,” said Emily turning onto her back before lifting and bending her legs to where her knees rested on her shoulders.  A regimen of astanga yoga and pilates keeps my wife strong, flexible, and trim.  Megan and Christine inherit their good figures from their Mother who can still turn heads.

      My mouth lost its anal virginity as I imitated Emily and sent my tongue into an area that Natural Law possibly forbade.  I couldn’t recall any specific church teaching about anal sex.  But I didn’t think it was condoned or encouraged nor could I imagine my confessing to Father Marquez that my tongue had explored the confines of my wife’s rectum. 

      Only the slightest funky smell emanated from Emily’s brown pucker.  I felt the ring of muscle twitch as I placed my lips around her sphincter and imitated Emily’s pulsating suck and relax motion.

      Emily’s reaction was immediate and obscene.  “Oh fuck that feels good, Bill.  Suck on my hole as you tongue fuck it.”

     After a decent interval of thrusting my tongue into her anus causing Emily to moan like a cow in heat, I transferred my oral attention to her vulva. 

      Emily wasn’t shy about verbalizing what she wanted me to do.  “Stick two fingers in my ass while you suck my clit and tongue my pussy.”  The thought that her new found desire for anal sex originated with Nora Pryor came to mind as I inserted two saliva coated fingers in her rectum.  I was surprised by how tightly her muscles gripped them.  Her rectal muscles pulsed in the type of pre-orgasmic muscle reaction I usually associate with her vagina.

      Emily screamed, “Shit, fucking shit,” in a voice so loud I was concerned it would wake the kids. It was later that I realized it was the first time I had ever heard my wife pronounce the word “shit”.  We were definitely breaking new ground.

     It wasn’t long before she orgasmed, my cue for penetration.  However she preempted my taking our usual missionary position. “I want on top tonight,” said Emily pushing me on my back and mounting me, another surprise in an already surprising evening.  She began a rapid rocking motion driving me deep in her vagina as she ground her clit against my pubic bone.  When she leaned back, she slapped her vulva hard and yelled, “bad pussy.”

     I hadn’t seen her that aroused since we first had sex.  Maybe I had never seen her that worked up.  She was covered in sweat and there was a wild look in her eyes.  Her fingers were pinching and twisting her nipples.

     For my part, there was a disconnect between my rationale mind and my lust that permitted me to put off processing that my wife was acting like a out of control whore.  Later, after I had time to think seriously about what happened, I became more concerned.  But I have to admit that during the act itself, I was more turned on than I had been in years.

     When Emily demanded, “Pinch my nipples hard.  Hurt my tits,” it was one more departure from the norm.  I’d always performed the role of a gentle, thoughtful lover.  We’d taken pride in the respectful manner we have intercourse.  The idea of introducing pain and suffering into our love making was not rational but it made my cock harder if that was possible.  I grabbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and twisted them.

     Emily gasped with pain but it was what she wanted.  “Oh shit, that hurts good.  That’s right, Bill, Honey.  Make your slut wife beg you to stop,” whispered Emily.  She was acting the part of a foul mouthed woman I was having a hard time recognizing.  She’d never demanded I hurt her during intercourse and using bad language wasn’t part of our love life.  But I was caught up in the moment.  I have strong hands and I pressed down hard and turned my wrist.

     It was then I did something I later apologized for.  I placed my hands on the side of her face and pulled her toward me using my thumbs to force her mouth open.  I wasn’t exactly gentle about it either.  When her open mouth was practically touching mine, I spit in my wife’s mouth.  The amazing part was that it turned her on more if that was possible.  I squeezed her jaw shut and demanded, “Swallow it, you fucking whore.”

     Instead of getting mad and dismounting then ordering me to sleep in the guest bedroom, she swallowed my spit in a demonstrative fashion.  She opened her mouth like a five year old to show me she’d swallowed then cried, “Again,” as she placed her open mouth on mine.  I obliged her and we kept repeating the act until my mouth was dry.

     “I’m coming,” screamed Emily so loud I worried she would wake the neighbors and they would call the police.  I lost my self control as I pumped her so hard I worried she would bruise.

      “That was something,” I remarked once I got enough breath back to talk.

      “You’re not upset with me, are you?” asked Emily.

      “No, not at all, but if you keep this up, I’ll have to sound proof the bedroom,” I said hugging her to me.

      “So trying new things is all right with you,” asked Emily.

      It was time to be supportive.  Wives expect complements after going all out to please their husband.  “More than all right, you were incredible.”

      I rolled over to go to sleep then decided I needed to pee.  As I passed our bedroom door on the way to the john, I thought I heard a noise in the hallway.  I quietly opened the door.  The hall was empty.  When I glanced back at Emily, she was sprawled across the bed sound asleep.  In the moonlight I could see her pussy had that ravaged look.  There was a trickle of semen oozing from her vagina.  That gave me a feeling of satisfaction.

     I’m the kind of dad who checks up on his children even in the dead of night.  I had a feeling that Emily’s loud cries had drawn the children’s attention.  Invading our privacy was on the proscribed list and if one of my three had been listening at our door, I didn’t intend to ignore it.

      I moved quietly down the hall.   There was a light shinning at the bottom of Megan’s door.  Of our children, she’s the most curious and the one who at an early age has peppered her Mom with questions about where babies come from.

     I was about to open the door and deliver a lecture about respecting your parent’s privacy when I heard Josh’s voice.  What was he doing in Megan’s room?  I decided to listen.  I take the position that snooping on your kids is a parent’s right and duty.

     “Mom is such a slut.  She licked his asshole,” said Josh.

    I almost burst through the door but something held me back.

     “She said she was going to eat his butt and she did.  He licked hers, too.  That’s called rimming,” said Christine in the voice of the older, know it all sister.

     Christine must have overheard her mother talking to Nora Pryor.  Their conversation had my mind reeling.  I had a hard time believing it was my children calming discussing their parent’s intercourse.

     “Do girls expect a guy to do that?  Suppose Mom just took a big messy shit,” asked Josh. 

     “It’s gross but you do it anyway.  I bet Mom’s ass was nice and shiny when Dad was done,” said Christine.

     “It sounded like he fucked the shit out of Mom.  She needed it.  She’s been a real bitch lately,” said Megan.  “She raised holy hell with me when she caught me using her dildo without permission.”

     “Sounded like he did,” said Christine.  “She screamed so loud she probably woke the neighbors when she got off.”

     “Put that away, Joshua.  We’ve seen it before,” said Megan laughing.

     “No, do me like Mom did Dad.  I want to be trimmed,” said Josh.

     “That’s rimmed, stupid,” said Christine.

     “Do me and then I’ll do you,” said Josh.

     There was a moment’s hesitation during which I prayed my children would decide to go act properly but that didn’t happen.

     “No, you two rim me first,” said Megan.  “I’m the oldest.”

     To say I was astounded was an understatement.  While my kids didn’t exist in a vacuum, the casual way they were talking and acting left me dumbfounded.

      “Smells like poop,” said Josh.

      “Lick me clean or I won’t do you,” said Megan.

      “Here let me try, you wuss,” said Christine.

      “We should brush our teeth after we’re done,” said Josh.

      “Don’t be such a baby.  I think a little shit is a turn on,” said Christine.

      “How is it, Megan?” asked Josh.

      “Fucking wonderful, each of you stick one of your fingers in my ass,” said Megan.

      “Does it hurt,” asked Christine?

      “Sort of, but it feels good too.  Now I see why Mom was so eager to get Dad to rim her.  Put your fingers in further and move them back and forth as you lick my pussy,” said Megan.

      Things were quiet for a minute that was when I noticed I had a hard on.  Any intention I had of rushing in to confront my errant brood vanished.  I could just see them pointing to my groin as I lectured them.  To make matters worse, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.  I began to slowly stroke my penis as I listened.  It wasn’t long before Megan climaxed.  I heard her groaning and moaning then it got quiet.

      “So how was it?” asked Christine.

      “Fucking incredible,” said Megan still breathing heavily.

      “I’m next.  Down, Josh,” said Christine.

      “You ass is even nastier, Chris,” said Joshua.  “You girls don’t wipe enough.”

      “Get used to it, my little shit licking brother.  Maybe Mom will let you rim her,” said Christine.

      “That would be so fucking hot,” said Joshua.  “I want to fuck my Mommy.”

      “I’ll suck your clit while Josh eats your asshole,” said Megan.

      “Am I doing it right,” asked Josh after a few seconds?

      “Do it the way Mrs. Pryor told Mom.  Put your mouth around my asshole and suck my hole while you stick your tongue up my butt,” said Christine.

      I stood leaning against the wall and stroking my cock as I envisioned what was going on.   Later, I felt guilty as hell about that; but what exactly was I supposed to do.  

     Christine climaxed in a matter of a few minutes. 

     “Well,” asked Megan?

     “It was great.  All I want now is for Dad to stick his cock in me and fuck me like he did Mom,” said Christine.

     “What about me?  I’ll fuck you,” said Josh.

     “Christine wants Kyle Leeds to be her first,” said Megan.

     “I want Dad first and then Kyle.  Doing both of them together would be incredible,” said Christine.

     “Does Kyle have a big cock like Dad and me,” asked Josh?

     “Sandy Leeds says her brother is huge.  She could barely walk the first time he fucked her,” said Christine.

     “How old is Kyle?” asked Megan.

     “Eighteen, Sandy says she will set me us for an NSA hookup with him next week,” said Christine.

     “My turn, one of you rims my ass while the other sucks my big cock,” said Josh.

     “All right, put this under your butt,” said Megan.  “It makes it easier to rim.”

     “Honestly, when are you girls going to let me fuck you?” asked Josh.

     “Never,” said Megan.

     “Who do you want to be your first, Meg,” asked Christine?

     “Daddy,” said Megan.

     The thought of incest was appalling but at the moment I was masturbating while listening to their incestuous acts.  I felt like a sicko.

     “And if he doesn’t want to,” asked Christine?

     “Mr. Pryor, Wendy says her dad wants to fuck me real bad,” said Megan.  “Maybe the next time I sleep over, he’ll do me.”

     “Leslie lets Mark fuck her anytime he wants,” said Josh.

     Mark was the Pryor’s son and Leslie their youngest daughter.  Mark and Josh were good friends.

     “Bullshit,” said Megan.

     “He showed me a video of him screwing her,” said Josh.  “He hid a mini cam in his room.  She sucked his cock then he fucked her dog style.  She was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder.”

     “Really,” asked Christine.

     “Yes, so you should be good sisters and let me screw you,” said Josh.

     “You’ll have to use a condom,” said Christine thoughtfully.

     “Mark will give me some.  So you’ll do it,” asked Joshua sounding excited at the prospect of incest.

     “Sure, why not; but no video, Leslie is an idiot,” said Christine.

     “I want to watch you two,” said Megan.

     “If I get enough condoms, can I fuck you too, Megan,” said Josh.

     “Maybe,” said Megan.  “Now shut up, Josh, and let us get you off.  It’s getting late.”

     I slowly crept down the hall with my head spinning and my hand working.  It only took a minute after I got in bed to blast another load.   After I wiped off the sheets, I lay there contemplating what I had just heard.  There was only one conclusion.  Sexually, my children were out of control.  It wasn’t supposed to be that way in Ave Maria Isles.

     I had no idea to do.  Maybe some form of family counseling would help; but I couldn’t imagine discussing what I had overheard with a counselor.

     I fell asleep and dreamed that Ed’s Mark and I were having intercourse with Leslie while Ed and Nora watched.   I found the dream very disturbing, especially the part where I sodomised Mark while he was inside his sister.  The only good thing about it was that none of my children were involved.  That I woke up with an erection I couldn’t ignore added to my disquiet.   It had been at least a decade since I ejaculated three times in a single night.

    

     

        

                    

       

Chapter 2 Public Gang Rape

     What started out as a very successful presentation of scholastic wrestling to the Ave Maria Isles community turned into my worst nightmare.

      I’d been pleased when I arrived on Saturday morning for the 9:00AM presentation.  Actually pleased is an understatement.   The place was packed and I heard someone in the crowd mention they had shown up two hours early to get a front row seat.   Father Nolan informed me the stands seated four hundred and were almost full.  Looking back there was too much interest and excitement for something as mundane as a second tier high school sports program.  But I was too full of my own ego to be suspicious.

     I waved at Alice and Harvey Kimball our across the street neighbors.  That struck me as a little odd since they were in their early sixties with grown children who lived out of state.  At the time, I attributed their presence to being neighborly.  The Isles was a very warm and friendly place and there was a strong sense of community among everyone I’d met since we arrived.

     My presentation had been announced on the Isle’s internal WEB site and Father Nolan had emailed all the parents requesting their attendance.     During my business career, I’d worked hard to improve my presentation skills.  I’d carefully prepared my Power Point slides outlining the program.  Using my laptop connected to a large screen projection system, I covered the basics: rules, scoring, weight classes and safety concerns.

     I was wearing the same wrestling singlet I wore when I competed in the Olympics.  I felt a little embarrassed when I noticed some of the girls giggling and pointing at my groin.  My outfit didn’t hide much.   I was surprised the girl’s parents didn’t put a stop to their mischief.

     I’d given a lot of thought to the conversation I’d overheard outside Megan’s door.   But I hadn’t taken any action, not even mentioning it to Emily.  I suppose you could say I was in denial.  Like I said before, I’m not good at verbalizing with my children about sex.  The prospect of sitting down with my three and discussing the evils of incest left me in a cold sweat.  Besides what would I say they didn’t know or had done already?  My sense was that Emily and I had lost control of them on the topic of human sexuality and our chances of gaining it back were nil.  I blamed our former environment in Walnut Creek.

     After my thirty minute slide show, I took questions.  I was surprised when one of the girls asked if she could join the team.  A collective moan rose up from the crowd when I said that while the sport wasn’t limited to boys that girls rarely participated.  As far as I knew there had been only a few instances where girls had competed.

    “I want to wrestle the boys,” said the girl who identified herself as Darlene Wilmot.  She was a tall large breasted female who I invited to try out in order to maintain a positive tone to my presentation.

     Questions over, Ed Pryor joined me for what I thought was a demonstration of techniques.  Ed had to be at least fifty if not seventy five pounds heavier than me.  We would never have competed in high school or college because the weight classes are restrictive usually ten pounds or less.

     We started off like I planned but as some point, Ed started to get serious.  At first, I thought he was horsing around putting on a show for the crowd.  I whispered for him to take it easy but he ignored me. 

      He put me in a submission hold and kept me there until I slapped the map three times making him the winner of a non existent contest.  He didn’t let me up immediately even though I asked him to.  At that point, outside of an abject apology, I considered Ed Pryor a former friend.

     As I lay there with the side of my face squashed against the mat, I saw Sister Catherine, the high school’s vice principal, wheeling out a contraption I couldn’t immediately identity.  She was running and I was shocked that her habit had a slit in the front that displayed a shapely leg covered in black hose held up by a garter belt.  The idea of a nun in Victoria Secret undies combined with the other incidents of the last two weeks stunned me to the point that I began to wonder if I had fallen into an alternate universe. 

     The apparatus was on four wheels and had the general shape of a single unit picnic table, the kind you find in a public park where the seats and table top are all of a piece.  I realized it was smaller, a picnic table for two, when Sister Catherine placed it beside me and locked the wheels.  There were leather straps with buckles attached to the seats.

     Then its purpose dawned on me and I got a cold chill.  Surely, it wasn’t the same furnishing I’d seen and used in a prior existence I’d been trying hard to forget.  I heard more commotion and saw other nuns wheeling out three identical tables.  They were wearing the same revealing habits and undies as Sister Catherine.

     “Let me up, Ed.  What the hell is going on?” I demanded as I continued to struggle.

     His answer didn’t make any sense.  “You lost Bill and now you and your family have to pay the price.  We know all about the Slam Dunk Club.  I’ve got a video from your buddy Adrian Rimes to show the community.  The Clausens have to atone for your sins; think if it as penance.”

      His remarks stunned me into silence.

      “No point in struggling, Billy Boy,” said Coach Ware who appeared from somewhere.  He coached the soccer team and was the same size as Ed.   He and Ed pulled me to my feet and grabbed the shoulder straps of my singlet and pulled it off down. 

      They’re going to strip me naked I realized grabbing at my clothes.  But I was outmatched and within a matter of seconds was buck naked in front of four hundred people.  It was a diverse crowd in terms of age and sex.  Some parents had brought their elementary school children and there were preschoolers and toddlers staring at my exposed manhood.  I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

     I struggled like a mad man but Ed and Coach Ware easily picked me up and laid me face down on top of what I later learned was a Celestine Lust Bench, originally designed in the High Renaissance for the Borgia popes.

     The narrow adjustable top reached from under my chin to the top of my groin leaving my penis free to hang down.  The padded upholstery had a pattern; it was decorated with interlocking Maltese crosses. My forearms and legs were strapped to the tops of the seats that weren’t really seats.  Sister Catherine tightened the straps to where I couldn’t move a muscle.   Once I was restrained, she unlocked the wheels and used my manhood as a handle to turn the bench in a circle for everyone to see.  She grasped my oversized ball sack and shook it causing the crowd to point and laugh.  Someone familiar with street slang yelled, “Low hangers.”  It took every ounce of self control not to burst into tears.

     To my utter shock and total amazement, Ed had mentioned the Slam Dunk Club.  That was my deepest and darkest secret and I had no idea how Ed knew I was a member.   The names of the members were a secret and outside of Adrian, the software billionaire who started the club and ran it, I couldn’t name a single other member.

     At the club, I’d helped place others in the same position I was in now. We called it the frog position.  Your knees are parallel to your butt exposing your anus.  The bench is completely adjustable.  It’s as easy so sodomize a one hundred pound boy as a three hundred pound adult.

      If you’re female, both of your orifices are accessible. Switching between a girl’s vagina and asshole required a minor height adjustment using a lever on the side.  The bench made double and even triple penetration easy.

      Sister Catherine had placed a padded cushion under my chin elevating my head to where I faced forward.  From experience I knew what that meant.

     I saw that Emily, Megan, and Christine had been brought down to the gym floor.  I’d describe their demeanor as concerned but not frightened.  The belief that Emily knew this was going to happen raced through my mind. 

     Emily was removing her clothes and handing then to Nora Pryor.  Megan was doing the same with Wendy Pryor and Christine’s blouse and jeans were being folded by Leslie Pryor.  When Christine slipped her bra off, Leslie and she embraced then Leslie bent over and took Christine’s nipple in her mouth.  One of the nuns said something and they stopped. Christine stepped out of her panty and handed it to Leslie.  In spite of the situation, I found myself admiring my three women’s figures. 

     Once my youngest daughter was nude, she did a group hug with Kyle Leeds and Daniel, his father.  I winced at the sight of Dan’s hand grasping my child’s bare buttock.   They were joined by Sandy Leeds, the daughter and Dan’s wife, Marjorie.  The thought occurred to me that Christine was going to have sex with the entire Leeds family.  My universe was spinning out of control.

     From out of the corner of my eye, I saw Father Nolan leading Joshua out a side door toward the church rectory.  They were accompanied by Mark Pryor and several other boys and girls Mark’s age.

      This can’t be happening I told myself.  This is some sort of bad dream. I’ll wake up in a moment and be back in my bed with Emily by my side.

     Sister Catherine hooked two fingers in my nostrils and pulled to get my attention.  Nuns are never afraid to cause pain.  I learned that in parochial school.  Her words added to my dismay.  “Emily tells me you like oral.  I’m looking forward to having you eat my creamy twat.”   She parted her habit to reveal her unshaved and glistening vulva that was leaking a white substance I assumed was semen.

     “This will pinch a bit but you wouldn’t want to loose your erection before we’re done and disappoint your partners,” said Doctor Murray who had appeared from somewhere.  The doctor ran the Ave Maria Isles Medical Center.  He was holding a syringe in his hand tapping it to make sure there weren’t any air bubbles.  He walked out of my vision.  I felt him capture one of my testicles in his hand.  There was a sharp pain as the needle broke the skin of my scrotum.  It was a lot worse than a pinch.  It was all I could do not to scream as I felt the needle enter one of my testicles.   Mercifully, it didn’t last long. 

    “Hold on, Bill, one ball to go and we’re done,” said Doctor Murray.

    My erection was almost immediate.  It was like inflating a balloon from a helium cylinder.  I never learned what Doctor Murray injected me with but I reached tumescence in record time and stayed that way for over three hours even though I orgasmed repeatedly.  It also stimulated my production of semen.  Instead of pumping out a couple of tablespoons for each climax, it was more like a half cup.  I had to drink a couple of liters of water to hydrate.

     The downside was that my penis and testicles were painfully sore for two days.  I was also totally exhausted.  After my family got me home and put me to bed, I slept for twelve hours straight.

     I took a look around.  Four of the five Clausen’s were strapped onto Celestine Benches.  The missing Clausen was somewhere with Father Nolan doing God knows what.

    It looked like Christine was going to get her wish.  Kyle Leeds with his pants and briefs at his feet was standing with his erect cock poised at her entrance.  He was tapping his penis against her vulva waiting for someone to signal the start. I wonder how Christine felt about the presence of Mr. Daniel Leeds’ cock a few inches from her mouth.  Daniel had to be in his fifties. Kyle’s sister, Sandy, was standing by her brother with one hand on his bare bottom and the other on Christine’s sex.   Marjorie Leeds was slowly stroking her husband’s cock.

     A group of nerdy looking boys along with a pair of girls surrounded Megan.  They turned out to be the high school’s Math and Computer Club.  I eventually learned what was happening to the Clausens was repeated for each new family who moved to the Aisles.  The soccer team had enjoyed the twin daughters of our precursors, the Richards.  Father Nolan had rewarded the math whizzes for their winning last year’s state championship.  Wendy Prior and another girl were stroking two of the shyer boys to get them hard.  A young nun was on her knees orally administering to the cock of an elderly gentleman who I later learned was Mr. Warren, faculty advisor to the club.

      Emily’s large boobs were receiving noisy attention from Coach Ware and his assistant, Coach Myers.  Coach’s cock was poised at Emily’s entrance and Lorraine Proctor, the school guidance counselor, was kneeling on the floor underneath the bench massaging his testicles.

     Ed’s intentions with regard to me were made obvious when he began to work lubricant into my anus as Nora held my buttocks apart.  This isn’t really happening I told myself.  Four hundred people are going to watch me being sodomised.  It’s some kind of Catholic school boy fantasy.   This isn’t possible.  I’d had a stroke and was in a coma I told myself as I locked stares with one of the pretty young nuns standing close by.

     She smiled at me and stuck out her tongue as she parted her habit to expose her sex.  Her forked fingers parted her labia exposing her clitoris.  There was no way this could be real.  Maybe I had contracted spinal meningitis.  I’d read once that it makes you dream the most bizarre things.

     “Quiet please,” said Sister Catherine tapping the cordless microphone.

     Avery Maria Isles was the kind of place where those in authority were obeyed especially if they were wearing a cassock or a habit.  The noisy and excited crowd immediately hushed.   

     “Welcome everyone to the Clausen’s special day.  I want to thank you all for coming and hopefully you’ll get to come again while you’re here,” said Sister Catherine.

     Her double entendre caused the crowd to snicker as she kept talking. “Father Nolan says we have set a new attendance record,” said Sister Catherine.

     The crowd responded to her announcement with claps and cheers.

    When the crowd quieted, Sister Catherine continued.  “For those of you who were lucky enough to win the drawings please remain in your seats until your number is called by Sister Winfred, the newest addition to the sisters of Ave Maria Aisles.”

     Sister Catherine pointed toward the nun whom I had exchanged lascivious looks with.  Sister Winfred acknowledged the crowds cheers by shedding her habit to reveal bright red lingerie.  Her bra was missing the part the covered her nipples.  She had a good figure and in spite of the situation’s absurdity, I felt my cock stir.

      “If you want a piece of that, it can be arranged, Bill,” whispered Nora Pryor who detected my interest since her hand was wrapped around my chemically hardened penis that must have twitched.   There was the fantasy of every parochial school boy who’d bravely held his palms out for a pretty nun to smash a ruler across.  You’d grab the ruler out of her hands and throw her on top of her desk.  You’d rip her habit off and savagely plunge your cock into her virgin sex, making a cuckold out of God.  

     My thoughts of nun rape were interrupted by Sister Catherine.  “And for those who weren’t so fortunate, please remain in the stands and feel free to engage in whatever activities you and your neighbors find interesting.  I know everyone is anxious to get started so I will keep my remarks brief.  We have two actually three virgins with us today.  The Clausen’s youngest, fourteen year old Joshua, is with our own Father Nolan.  Well, what can I say?  Rank has its privileges.”

      Several catcalls from the audience confirmed my suspicion that Father Nolan’s cock would find a home in Josh’s rectum.  From my own experience as an altar boy, I was aware of what priests expected after Mass was celebrated.  As soon as church was empty Father O’Bryan would bend me over the communion rail, lift my cassock and surplice, and plunge his manhood deep into my guts.  He had a large cock, or at least it felt that way to me at that age.  Muttering, “Body of Christ, Blood of Christ,” in Latin, he pounded away until he seeded by bowel.  If I didn’t respond with sufficient enthusiasm, he would whip my backside with his cincture.  According to the good Father, his actions were his way of teaching me the path to eternal salvation was not an easy one.

     Sister Catherine stayed on topic.  “Fifteen year old Christine will be deflowered by the Leeds, our Catholic family of the month.  Of course, that’s a tradition here at AMHS.  For the ten of you lucky enough to win a position on Christine, the Leeds promise to be swift in taking her virginity.”

     Simple math indicated my Christine would be the owner of a sore vagina and a tired jaw Sunday morning.  The crowd was getting restive so Sister Catherine spoke more rapidly.              

        “Sixteen year old Megan will be servicing the Math and Computer Club who I might add, ended last school year with a stunning upset of Bowater Bible Academy.  The boys are planning a special treat for Megan.  It’s called Bukkake and while I don’t know much about it, I understand it is a lot of fun, so enjoy Megan.”

     That brought on a round of cheers and applause as members of the club took a bow.  The fact that their pants were down at their ankles didn’t prevent them from smiling and waving at the crowd.

     Sister Catherine rushed to continue.  “And once our own Coach Ware and his assistant, Coach Myers, finish with Megan and Christine’s mom, Emily, Sister Winfred will begin to call the names of our lottery winners.  Sister’s Grace and Mary Elizabeth will help any of the gentleman or ladies who need a little extra stimulation to perform; although Emily’s large and sensitive boobs should make that unnecessary.  Emily asked me to mention that she is anal friendly and if any of you want to try her backdoor, feel free.  Thanks to our own Ave Maria pharmacist, Walt Taylor, there’s plenty of lube available.  Are there any questions?”

      Strangely, she didn’t mention me even though the head of Ed’s cock was resting against my well-lubricated sphincter.  I was a half inch away from public sodomy.  No one had a question and I didn’t find the courage to ask if they were all insane. 

     “Good,” said Sister Catherine handing the microphone to Father Marquez who appeared from somewhere. An altar boy stood at his side carrying what I assumed was an aspersorium of Holy Water.  The handle of the aspergillum appeared at the top of the polished brass bucket.  “Father Marquez will lead the invocation.  Let’s bow our heads.”

      Father Marquez was my spiritual advisor.  I’d considered speaking with him about my children’s incest problems.   He made the sign of the cross.  Out of habit, I would have too if my arms weren’t restrained.

      “Oh Heavenly Father, on this day we beseech you to look with favor on your faithful servants of Ave Maria Aisles.  For it is only with your love, understanding and support, that the deeds performed here will bring the Clausen family into a state of grace among the true followers of our Saviour, Jesus Christ Almighty.  With your love all things are possible, even the redemption of the worst of sinners such as our brother William Sorrel Clausen whose numerous acts of sexual misconduct with Protestants and Jews have endangered not only his own soul but of his family’s.  Bless us this day, Almighty God.”

      With that, Father Marquez took the handle of the aspergillum and proceeded to rain Holy Water over first me followed by the rest of my family then the other participants and audience.  When he was done, a cheer went up signifying the start of whatever else was to take place.

     I groaned as Ed Pryor’s cock pushed past my sphincter and drove deep into my rectum.  Ed’s testicles slapped hard against mine.  Someone I assume was Nora was underneath the table sucking my cock and massaging my balls.   Whoever it was knew her business as she quickly reached the point where my cock head was pressing against the entrance to her throat.  After a slight hesitation, she pushed forward embedding my manhood in her esophagus.   Nora must believe like my Emily that proper fellatio required the penis to be forced into the throat where the head could be massaged with the same muscles used to swallow. 

     It had been months since I had been sodomised but I suppose it’s like riding a bicycle.   After a brief painful moment, my rectum relaxed and I moaned with pleasure.  At the Slam Dunk Club, my bio listed me as versatile meaning I enjoyed both pitching and catching.  Ed was well endowed and Nora was as skillful as one of the Latina school girls Adrian imported for our monthly meetings.  My focus on what the Pryors were doing was interrupted by Sister Catherine.

     She’d slipped out of her habit and wimple.  The peek-a-boo bra exposed her large pierced nipples.  “You’ve been a bad boy, Bill,” said Sister Catherine pointing toward the projection screen.

     There was the image of me and several members of the Slam Dunk Club standing over a kneeling blonde headed boy urinating in his open mouth.  I couldn’t recall that particular meeting of the club; but water sports were always an option.  On screen, the boy was busily gulping down the flow of a half dozen Silicon Valley executives.

     On numerous occasions, Adrian had arranged for boys and girls from Mexico to attend our meetings.  One thing I did recall was that the club had a very strict rule that no images of any kind were to be made.  Adrian had obviously betrayed us all. 

     Right before Sister Catherine blocked my view by pressing her vulva against my face, I saw that the female members of my family were fully engaged.  The two Leeds males had penetrated Christine as Sandy and her mom sucked Chris’s nipples.  Megan was covered in a pile of bodies that Sister Winfred was endeavoring to sort out.  Emily was making loud grunting sounds as the coaches pummeled her orifices. 

     “Father Nolan and I were so excited at the thought of this morning’s events, we couldn’t wait. Enjoy your cream pie.  It’s been blessed,” said Sister Catherine parting her labia and pressing her open vagina against by face.  I opened my lips and was rewarded with a mouthful of priest semen. 

     Sister Catherine was a gusher but I managed to cope.  Thank God it didn’t take long before she got off.   She wasn’t quiet about her orgasms calling on the Virgin Mary to bring her to a heavenly climax.  As she dismounted, she paid me a complement.  “Emily was right about you.  You know how to eat pussy.  I must move on.  I promised Henry Waters a half and half.”

      I pumped my first load of the morning into Nora’s hard sucking mouth just as Ed filled my ass with his semen.  That was when things got real hard core.  I felt a mouth cover my asshole and suck out its contents. 

     “Open wide, Billy.  Nora’s got a treat for you,” said Ed appearing at my side with squirrel cheeked Nora in tow.  I was beyond refusing.  Nora and I shared a tongue stabbing kiss as my mouth filled with a combination of my semen, Ed’s and whatever else she’d sucked out of my butt.  It was the kind of no limits pig sex I’d practiced at the Slam Dunk Club. 

     “We’re next,” said Harvey Kimball presenting a piece of paper to Sister Winfred. 

     A moment later, my mouth was busy eating a graying sixty year old pussy while a cock of the same vintage pounded my rear.  Harvey might have been old but that didn’t mean he didn’t know his sodomy.  He’s a tall thin man with long arms able to work my cock and balls while he slammed his rock hard penis past my sphincter.  Alice held the sides of my head in her bony hands as she worked her vulva over my face.  A torrent of filth poured from her mouth in a whisper as she used my face to get herself off.

     I occasionally caught a look at the projection screen since it was mounted on the wall ten feet above the floor.  The DVD from the Slam Dunk Club was still playing.  It was mostly scenes of guys my age and older having sex with younger Latina boys and girls.  The sex was interspersed with sado-masochism.  One of scenes reminded me how much I liked to cane a young boy or girls behind.  But I wasn’t only a pitcher.  There was a scene of me on the club’s version of the Celestine Lust Bench with a youth mounted on my butt pounding away as another plunged his cock into my mouth.

     Ignoring Sister Catherine’s admonition to stay put, the crowd had mostly left the stands to mingle on the gym floor so I couldn’t see what was happening to the other Clausens.  Cries and moans from Emily’s direction indicated my wife was enjoying herself.  People young and old, closely surrounded me taking a keen interest in what was happening.

      After the Kimballs finished, a family of three I hadn’t met showed up. The father introduced the family.

      “Pleased to meet you, Bill.  I’m Ernie Webber and these two are my wife Cora and our boy, Ernie Junior,” said the middle aged man placing his hand on mine which was still restrained to the bench.  Ernie Junior was an overweight teenager with a sullen look on his pimply face and Cora was a stick thin brunette with a crucifix tattooed on her shaved groin.  The three were nude.  Cora was idly fingering her pussy as her husband made the introductions.

     “You promised me his ass, Dad,” said Ernie Junior rubbing his hand across my bare bottom.

     “And you got it,” said Ernie.  “Your Mother will help you get it in the hole.”

     “I don’t need her help,” said Ernie Junior sarcastically.  “I’ve fucked butt before.”

     “Don’t be that way, Son,” said Cora reaching for her son’s cock.

     “You can suck his cock while I fuck him in his ass,” said Ernie Junior.  “But first I want you to clean out his butt.”

     Obviously, the Webbers had a discipline problem on their hands.   Cora Webber meekly disappeared to my rear.  I could feel Harvey Kimballs’ semen leaking out of my anus.   I felt a pair of lips form around my sphincter.  I helped by contracting my abdomen forcing a gush of fluids into Cora’s waiting mouth. 

     “Don’t’ swallow until you show Dad what you got in your mouth.  No, you too snowball it; so Dad can eat the old dude’s spunk,” ordered Ernie Junior. Cora appeared beside her husband whose cock was slowly thrusting into my mouth.  Junior pry open my butt hole with his fingers then spat in it.

      In dysfunctional families, the teenagers rule.  Obviously, that was the case with the Webbers.  I watched as Ernie and Cora swapped around my asshole cocktail before they swallowed. 

     With his demonstration of juvenile dominance complete, Ernie Junior mounted my rear while Ernie Senior kept his cock in my mouth.  I assumed the mouth sucking my penis belonged to Cora.  Periodically, Ernie Junior withdrew his cock out of my ass so his Mother could suck it.   Ass to mouth with your mother struck me as pretty hardcore for a family living in a gated religious community.

     Thank God, the Webbers finished quickly and were replaced by a normal family.   After the fifth family, Coach Ware and Ed flipped me over on my back.  Immediately, Darlene Wilmot, the girl who expressed an interest in wrestling boys climbed on me, grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy.  Judging by the amount of semen that flowed down onto my balls, mine wasn’t the first penis that penetrated her vagina that morning.

      “Nice piece of meat, Mr. Clausen.  I’ve been staring at it all morning,” said Darlene bouncing up and down on me.  Her eyes were closed and she was tightly focused on getting all the pleasure she could out of riding my cock. 

      “Thank you, Darlene.  Where are your parents?” I asked wondering why the entire Wilmot family wasn’t present, taking advantage of both my holes. 

      “My Mom died last year from breast cancer.  Dad’s over there screwing your wife,” said Darlene who was showing some talent as a courtesan by contracting her kegels when my cock was at its deepest.

     “Sorry to hear about your loss,” I said reaching for her breasts.

     “It runs in the family. Mom’s sister had a double mastectomy last year but the chemo worked for her so she’s still alive.  It also killed my grandmother.  I’m thinking about having mine removed,” said Darlene.

     “Have you been diagnosed with cancer?” I asked feeling for a lump.

     “No, but there is an excellent chance I will be.  So why not go ahead and get them chopped off now and avoid the disease,” said Darlene leaning down to suck my nipples. 

     “Well good luck on whatever you decide and you’re welcome to try out for the wrestling team,” I said.

     “Thanks, how am I doing?  I haven’t been fucking that long.  I’ve been doing mostly Daddy since Mom got sick,” said Darlene.  “Sister Catherine said I had to step up and make sure the family stayed together.”

     “Terrific, you’re a great partner,” I said.

     “You like boys more than girls,” asked Darlene looking up at the screen where I along with other club members was engaged in what could be termed an orgy with a dozen young boys?

     “I’m not sure.  We sometimes had girls at the club but it was mostly boys,” I said slipping into high gear pressing my groin hard against her sex.  We ground our crotches together.

     “Father Nolan certainly prefers boys.  He’s buggered most of the male students here at AMHS,” said Darlene.

     “No girls,” I asked.

     “Only if they’re real young and have no tits.  Even then he fucks them in the ass,” said Darlene increasing her pace.  “Maybe, he’ll screw me if I have mine chopped off.” 

     Darlene was a sixteen year old sophomore and an excellent fuck.  She and I got into a rhythm and before long, I squirted semen into her vagina as she climaxed. 

     At precisely noon, a claxon sounded and the crowd filled out.  The pudgy brunette riding my manhood summoned her orgasm and finished.  I laid there exhausted as the crew who’d volunteered to clean up set to work.

      The place was a mess with used condoms and empty foil packets of lubricant scattered over the hardwood floor.  People were running around with spray bottles of sanitizer and paper towels wiping up semen.

     “Hold still while I release you,” said the attractive red head that was cleaning around me.  “I guess everyone forgot about you.”

     “Thanks,” I said uncertain if I had the energy left to stand.

     I felt a small pair of hands grab my testicles.  That caused the red head to bark, “Preston, leave Mr. Clausen’s balls alone.  They are not play things.”

      Preston complied but not before saying, “Ah Mom, I was just touching them.  They’re huge and they hang down way further than Dad’s.”

      “Kids, I think Preston’s going to be gay.  He’s got a real thing for male testicles.  My name’s Aimee by the way, Aimee Hightower.”

      “Nice to meet you,” I said extending my one free hand.

      Amy looked around to see if anyone was in listening distance before whispering.  “Listen, if being strapped down and butt fucked is not your choice for sexual pleasure, we’ve got a fully equipped play space in our basement that might be more to your liking.  Todd and I are into the kinky version of Catholic sex,” said Aimee.

     “Can we go now, Mom,” asked Preston who was lugging a full garbage bag.

     “In just a second, Preston, go put that in the dumpster and wait for me by the car.”

     “What kind of kink?” I asked.

     “Bondage, discipline, sado-masochism, I’m a submissive with a pain threshold that’s off the charts.   I love being dominated.  Interested?”

     “Yes,” I said.

     “Email me if you want to set something up or just drop by some morning.  I like surprises.  We’re at 107 Body of Christ Lane,” said Aimee just before the other Clausen’s arrived for the ride home. 

     

        

Chapter 3 Aftermath

     “I watch you on local access.  You got big pretty tits,” said William in his Chinese accented clipped English as he handed Emily a shopping bag through the car window.  The hand that wasn’t holding the bag reached into her blouse to grope her bare breast.  She hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on or button up all the way when we hurriedly dressed to leave. 

     A week ago, I would have been out of the car in an instant pounding his head in with my fists.  But after all that had happened, I just watched as his fingers worked her nipple causing her to moan and engage in a deep tongue French kiss.  Emily was driving her Lexus SUV.  I was slumped down in the front passenger seat, too mentally and physically exhausted to react.  Even the newly discovered fact that this morning’s gang bang of the Clausen family had been videoed and broadcast over the Isles’ community cable system didn’t faze me even though several thousand residents had sat in the comfort of their home or condo and watched me take it up the ass.

      Megan, Christine, and Josh were in the back, looking a little worse for wear themselves.  Megan’s hair was plastered down with dried semen.  It looked like someone had dumped a whole tube of mousse on her.  They watched intensely as their Mother acted like a common whore.  The terrible thing was that my daughters looked like they couldn’t wait to imitate their Mom.

     We’d made a family decision that we were too tired to fix lunch.  Left unsaid was that three hours of continuous sex had left us starving.  I planned to go home and eat, take a much needed shower then climb in bed.   I could feel semen leaking out my sphincter which I wasn’t sure would ever fully close again.  Some very big cocks and at least one fist had stretched me out.   It wasn’t the first time I’d been gaped.

     I’d spent my share of time in the fisting line at the Slam Dunk Club’s Gaped Open Parties.  They were always well attended especially the first one when Adrian hired two gay guys who worked at a San Francisco night club called the Mine Shaft to show us how it was done.  Those two were experts and the one called Henry, a bald tattoo freak in a leather harness, was the first person to ever stick his arm up my ass.

     Emily used her cell phone to order curb side delivery as we left the high school.  When we pulled up to the front of the Holy Trinity Pagoda restaurant, William, the owner, came rushing out with our order.  His wife, Mary, was standing in the door waving and watching.

     I felt my cock stir as I watched the China man fondle my wife’s breasts while they kissed with intertwined tongues.  There wasn’t any doubt that she was into what was happening.  Somehow the idea of my Emily enthusiastically trading tongues with Chinese William as he pinched her nipple while her children looked on caused me to smile.  Even my totally worn out penis gave a twitch to salute just how hot the scene was.  I was that fucked up.

      “Why didn’t you come to the high school, William?  You missed a good time,” said Emily between kisses.  If that didn’t signify she was eager to have sex with him, what did?

      I looked past William at his wife who had that ageless quality you associate with oriental women.  I figured she was around my age; but that was just a guess.  I fantasized she was on top of me bouncing up and down riding my cock and screaming obscenities in Mandarin.

      “Mary and I had to work.  We watch on television.  You one fine looking piece of ass, Emily,” said William.   “You too, Bill. Mary and I fuck you both sometime soon, very soon.”

      “Did you put in extra Hoisin Sauce,” asked Emily peering into the bag?

      “Yes, Emily,” said William pulling a plastic container of the dark sauce out of the bag.  With that, we said good bye to William and drove away.

      “Mom, have you ever had intercourse with a Chinese before,” asked always curious Megan as we were leaving the parking lot?  The smell of the food was making me ravenously hungry.  In my mind, I was filling my pancake with mooshi pork after I coated it with Hoisin Sauce.  William’s Mary was kneeling between my legs sucking my cock while she fingered my asshole.

      “No, I don’t believe so,” said Emily after giving it some thought.  “But it looks like I’m going to.”

      “How about you, Dad,” said Megan repeating her question?

      “No, I don’t think so,” I said while realizing many of the Slam Dunk Club sessions I’d attended, were very multicultural.  If one of the boys or girls had been an Oriental, I wouldn’t have hesitated to penetrate or be penetrated.  But I didn’t know where they were Chinese, Japanese, or some other ethnic Oriental.  I felt the need to equivocate.  “I’m not sure.”

      “Well I have,” said Megan proudly.  “Anthony Chu is a member of the Math and Computer Club.  He did me in my vagina and mouth.  His semen tasted different.”

     “That was nice of him.  Our Chinese Catholics here in Ave Maria Aisles are special people.  They were persecuted for their faith by the Communists.  William was imprisoned for two years under horrible conditions.  The government treated them badly because they had two children.  We have to do all we can to make them feel welcome,” said Emily.

     It would have sarcastic for me to ask if that included letting them play with your tits; so I kept my mouth shut.  The fact that my family had watched a video of me participating in the Slam Dunk Club left me with zero moral authority.

     “Father Nolan said I could watch a re-broadcast of the morning on local access tonight at eight.  I get to see what happened to you guys,” said Joshua who had been out of the gym with Father Nolan.

     “That’s not fair. We don’t get to see what happened to you,” said Christine.

     “Yes, Josh, what lucky girl got your cherry,” asked Megan?

     “Lacey Stevens,” said Joshua proudly.  I was her first too.  Her Mom was there to tell Lacey what to do,” said Joshua.

     “Lacey’s cute.  You lucked out,” said Megan.

     “Who told you what to do,” asked Christine?

     “Father Nolan, he was with me every step of the way,” said Joshua.  “He placed a cock ring around my balls to make sure I didn’t come too soon.”

     I was too curious not to ask.  Megan gets her curiosity gene honestly.  “Did he sodomise you?”

     “Yes, but it was Lacey and her mom who lubed up my anus.  Lacey’s Mom taught her how to give me something called a prostate massage.  That was cool.  Mom, have you ever massaged Dad’s prostate?”

     “Many times, your Dad loves having a finger in his bottom while I am providing him oral sex.  The slang term is finger wave,” said Emily acting responsibly in her role as a parent responsible for her children’s sex education.

     “Would you and Dad show me how?  I want to give Kyle and his dad a finger wave,” said Christine.

     “Of course, Dear,” said Emily.

     “When,” asked Christine?

     If you agreed to something that Christine wanted, she immediately moves to pin you down for an exact place and time.

     “Tomorrow, after church if that’s all right with your father,” said Emily.

     “I have a one o’clock tee time.  Can we make it after supper?” I said.

     “Show me too,” said Megan.  “I need to learn.”

     “Hey, I want to learn too” said Joshua.

     “It’s something girls do to boys, dummy,” said Christine.

     “No necessarily,” I said not wanting my children to be poorly informed.  My prostate had been massaged by both sexes.  I’d lost count of the number of prostates I’d rubbed my index finger over.

     “Father Nolan says Catholic boys are obligated to service both sexes as long as they’re Catholics in good standing within the church.   Serving your priest is a special holy obligation,” said Joshua. 

      “All right, tomorrow right after supper, we’ll get together in the family room.  You father and I will demonstrate the basics of a good prostate massage,” said Emily acting in her role as the family organizer.

     “We’ll need to install these first,” said Joshua holding up a plastic bag.

     As we left, I’d noticed Joshua was carrying a plastic bag with CYF stamped on the side.  I was going to ask him about it but I got distracted helping Emily order take out.  “What have you got there, Joshua?”

     Rather than tell me, he opened the bag and pulled out a box labeled Flex Douche.  “Father Nolan gave me four of them, one for each bathroom.  He also gave me these tubes of lubricant.  When we use them up, we can order more from the Ave Maria Isles Web site,” said Joshua handing me a tube.

       “Made of all natural ingredients by Celestine monks at the Abbey of St. Cluny,” I said reading the label.

       “It’s the only anal lubricant blessed by the Holy See and approved for use by the College of Cardinals,” said Joshua.

     “What’s this for,” asked Megan who had opened one of the boxes and removed a length of coiled up flexible hose.  On one end was a nozzle I recognized.  The other end contained a female connector that hooked onto the shower plumbing.  There was a valve that turned it on and off.  I’d noticed all our showers had an extra male connector.  I’d also wondered why.  Now I knew.

     “It cleans the caca out of your bottom so the Priest doesn’t get it in his penis,” said Joshua.  “Father Nolan used one to clean mine out.”

     It was time for me to assume my role as head of the family.  “I’ll install them in everyone’s shower and show you how to use it.”

     “Good, because Mr. Leeds said next time we came over, he and Kyle would take my anal virginity,” said Christine.   

     “Dad, some of these kids at your club look younger than me,” said Joshua as we pulled into our driveway.

      When I looked over the seat, I saw the children were watching a DVD on the Lexus’s second row screen.   “What are you watching?”

      “One of the DVDs Mr. Pryor gave us.  They’re of you at what was the name of the club you were in?” asked Christine holding up a travel case of what must have been twenty five discs.

      “The Slam Dunk Club,” I replied wondering what my children would think of their father after they had viewed those discs.  What would I have thought of my father if I had watched him engaging in all types of kinky raw pig sex with dozens, no hundreds, of others including young boys and girls?

      “Why did they call it that,” asked Josh?

      “I bet I know,” said Christine.

      “So tell us, Chris, if you know so much,” said Joshua.

      “It means you’re supposed to slam the boy to the floor and dunk your cock in his ass,” said Christine.  “Am I right, Daddy?”

      “Not really, it meant that having great sex every time you went was a sure thing or in the vernacular, a slam dunk,” I said.

      “Was it?  I never knew you had a thing for young boys,” said Emily giving me one of those looks a wife reserves for a husband who’s screwed up badly.

      “There were plenty of girls there too,” I said in my defense before continuing.  “But the sex was terrific.  Adrian ran a great club.”

      “I want you to tell me all about it when we have the time.  Were they Catholics, the ones you had sex with” asked Emily?

      “I suppose.  They were mostly from Mexico or the barrios around LA and San Francisco,” I said wondering how Father Marquez had convinced my wife that indiscriminate sex with Protestants was a mortal sin but with Roman Catholics it was highly desirable.

      “But you didn’t take the trouble to find out.  From now on, this family only has sex with individuals known to be members in good standing of the Roman Catholic Church.  Is that understood, everyone?” asked Emily turning to look directly at me.

       I muttered, “Yes” along with the rest.

       Our loud response apparently satisfied her because she moved on.  “Father Marquez is coming to the house Wednesday night for a family counseling session.  All of us have to be there.”

      “Father Marquez is so handsome.  I would love to do him,” said Megan as we entered the kitchen from the garage.

      “Josh, tell us about what happened with Father Nolan,” said Emily once we were all seated around the table eating.

     It was obvious that the time spent with Father Nolan had impressed my son who was at that impressionable age.  When I was fourteen, I was a virgin desperate for my first piece.  I recalled jerking off at least three times a day.  But it was another two years before Carly Winchester snuck me into her bedroom where she first taught me to eat her pussy then took my hard cock and guided it into her talented hole.  Joshua was way ahead of me when I was his age.

      “There were six girls and six boys, all my age.  First, he told us to undress then we went into the girls’ showers room and showered off,” said Joshua.  “That was a lot of fun because we got to wash the girl’s boobs and soap up their pussies.  Lacey soaped up my penis and balls and washed them.  She got me so hot I ejaculated all over her hand,” said Joshua.

      “Was Kathy Stevens present,” asked Emily.

      “Yes, she was there.  She showed Lacey and the other girls how to wash a guy’s package and make him come,” said Joshua.  “She invited me to sleep over next weekend.  Lacey said the three of us will sleep together in her Mom’s bed.”

      “Kathy must be terribly lonely since Rowland’s death,” said Emily.  “We should invite Kathy and Lacey to spend the night here.  Kathy can sleep with us and Lacey can bunk in with Josh,” said Emily who had a soft spot for Catholic widows.

      From somewhere I recalled hearing that thirty eight year old Rowland Stevens had died from heart failure some months before we moved to Ave Maria Isles.  I was coming to the realization that my sex life would also benefit from the insane attitude toward Catholic sex that Emily and the children had adopted.    Kathy Stevens, a long limbed dark hair and eyed vixen, was not bad, not bad at all, and maybe during the night I could sneak into Josh’s room for a father and son threesome with her daughter.   The move to the Isles may had ended my monthly visits to the Slam Dunk Club and its never ending supply of youthful partners but it didn’t end my lust for teen sex.

      “So after you blew your wad in the shower, what happened,” asked Christine?

      “We went into St. Catherine’s chapel for Mass,” said Joshua.

      “It’s such a beautiful place to worship God.  And it’s quiet.  It’s my favorite place to pray the Rosary,” added Emily.

      “Was it nude like everyone said it would be,” asked Megan?

      “Yes, we were all buck naked,” said Joshua.

      “The next time they have a nude mass for adults, I want us to go, Bill,” said Emily. “Nora Proctor says they are spiritually redeeming.”

      “Sure we can go,” I said.  I’d been a catholic all my life but I had never heard of a nude mass. 

      “What’s Father Nolan’s cock like,” asked Christine?

      “Big, I thought it was going to split my butt hole open when he put it inside me.

      “Describe your big moment,” said Megan as she used her chopsticks to eat a piece of General Gau’s chicken.

      “Lacey lay down on this mattress in front of the altar.  Her head was resting in Mrs. Steven’s lap.  She spread her legs and played with her pussy to get it nice and wet. Father Nolan knelt down between her legs and licked her pussy as he recited a prayer in Latin.  Then he told me to kneel between her legs and service her sex with my mouth just like he had.  She was really wet and it was really hard not to come,” said Joshua.  “But the cock ring kept my sperm in my balls until Father Nolan removed it.”

      “I wish we could have been there.  Don’t you, Bill,” said Emily her eyes tearing slightly.

       Actually, I preferred to be where I was, getting butt fucked by my neighbors then having my cock ridden by their wives and daughters.  But I stifled my true feeling and was supportive.  “Yes, it would have been something to remember.”

       “Father Nolan gave us communion then he showed me how to mount Lacey.  He used his hand to guide my penis into her vagina.  Once he had me set to go, he blessed us with Holy Water, then put his foot on my butt and pushed.  I felt her hymen resist for a second then it popped and I slipped all the way inside,” said Joshua.

      “I’m so proud of you, my little man,” said Emily taking Josh’s face in her hands and kissing him on the lips.  “Aren’t we, Bill?”

      “Yes, well done, Son. We’re all very proud of you,” I said reaching across the table to shake his hand in a manly fashion.

      “How did Lacey react,” asked Christine?

      “She said it hurt and wanted me to take it out, but her mom calmed her down.  After a while, I started pounding away and she got into it.  She climaxed.  While I was inside Lacey, Father Nolan put his penis in my bottom.  That didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would because of what Chris did,” said Joshua.

      “What did you do, Chris,” I asked.

      “I borrowed Mom’s strap on and used it on him.  He practically begged me to take it out the first time but Megan held him down.  I kept at it until he could take it without a problem,” said Chris.

      “So you screwed Lacey while Father Nolan sodomised you,” I asked wanting to make sure I understood what had happened.

      “I just wish you girls still had your hymen.  Then I could have held you in my arms when you were deflowered.  You two greedy girls missed out on a very important moment in your life,” said Emily.

      “Mom, it was you who gave me a dildo for my twelfth birthday.  I popped my cherry the day you gave it to me,” said Megan.

      That was one more in a week of surprises like none other.  I knew Emily was a devotee of dildos, butt plugs, and other marital aids. But I had no idea she shared her devotion with our daughters.  I had been so busy working at the startup I missed some very important moments in my children’s life.  Putting my career before my family had cost me.

      “And I borrowed it from her when I was eleven,” said Christine.  “I practically had to hammer it in my vagina.  There was blood everywhere when I finished.”

      “Still, it would have been nice to have waited until we moved to this wonderful Catholic place where you could offered your virginity to the Virgin Mary  just like Lacey did,” said Emily.

      “No use crying over spilt milk,” I said.

      “Or spilt virgin’s blood,” said my eldest and cleverest daughter.

      With that remark, I dragged myself to bed for some much needed rest.

Chapter 4 A Day of No Rest

      I awoke the next morning at eight and had to rush to get to nine o’clock mass.  Just as my eyes opened, I had a fleeting thought that all the illicit sex had been a dream.  I was brought back to reality by the realization that my penis and anus felt raw.  A tender butt hole is an undeniable indicator one has recently experienced serious sex of the most sinful nature.

      I gave thought to skipping communion that morning since I was in a state of sin.  A trip to the confessional booth was needed to put me back in a state of grace.  But Father Nolan would probably be manning the confessional and he was a major player in yesterday’s family oriented orgy.  It was hard for me to envision him assigning me Penance for sins he himself had committed with my son Joshua.  My concerns for my immortal soul were interrupted by Emily urging me to hurry and get ready.

      The Church service progressed as normal, Thank God.  I couldn’t have handled another mass orgy.  Father Marquez’s homily was on the need for Catholics, especially those who were fortunate enough to live within the Isle, to share themselves with other Catholics.  I had no doubt the Clausen women were eager to follow his suggestion in a biblical sense.  No one mentioned the events of the previous day although Darlene Wilmot gave me a sly look when she was returning from communion.  Right there in church I found myself fantasizing the two of us were wrestling and I placed her in a submission hold that allowed me to expose her sixteen year old vagina and force my cock inside.  The fantasy brought on an erection I was at pains to hide during my trip to the communion rail.

      Golf was also normal.  I shot a seventy six taking a stroke off my handicap.  It would have been two strokes but I landed in a bunker on seventeen and needed an extra stroke to reach the green.  The only sexual remark of the day came from my new found fuck buddy, Ed Pryor, when we were tallying up our final score.

     “Obviously, getting your brains fucked out didn’t hurt your handicap,” whispered Ed once we were in the clubhouse.

     Ed, Coach Ware, and a new resident Wade Kramer, made up my foursome.  Wade, his wife and four children had just moved to the Isles from Elmira, New York.  He worked for Disney in marketing.  It was his second career after spending a decade as a parish priest. 

     It was a telling moment when at the nineteenth hole and enjoying beer bought by high scoring Coach Ware, Wade passed around pictures of his family.  The oldest was off to college but the three youngest were still in high school.  They were recent pictures he’d made on the family’s snorkeling vacation in the Turks and Cacos.  His attractive wife and two daughters were wearing minimal bikinis, the style where there was a narrow strip of material embedded in the butt crack and a small triangle of cloth barely covered the labia.  Wade’s son, Brett, was a strapping sixteen year old with curly blonde hair and a man sized bulge in his bathing suit.  His fifteen year old, Marcia, was a stunner with boobs bigger than her Mom and a bubble butt that was made for fucking.

      When I glanced around at Ed and Coach Ware, I realized we were all thinking the same thing.  “Nice looking family, looking forward to meeting them,” I said to Wade as I handed back the pictures.

      Emily fixed smothered lamb chops for dinner, a family favorite.  I had almost convinced myself it was going to be a normal day when Emily announced there was going to be prostate massage demonstration in the Family Room after dinner.

       “But Dad hasn’t installed the Flex Douche,” piped up Joshua reminding me of a chore I’d forgot.

       “I’ll do it now.  It will only take a minute,” I said carrying a stack of plates to the sink.

       “You’ll have to show me how to use it,” said Megan.

       “Me too,” chirped in Christine.

       It took me a few minutes of diligent searching before I located my tube of pipe doping compound, an adjustable open end wrench and a rag to protect the brass finish.  I was in Megan’s shower stall carefully tightening the connection when a nude Megan appeared at my side holding a tube of lubricant in her hand.

       “Thanks, Dad,” said my eldest handing me the lube.   “You promised to show me how.”   She had an expectant look on her face indicating she wanted more than just knowledge.

       I hesitated a moment feeling awkward and unsure of myself.  I like young girls but Megan was my own daughter.  The fact she had her mother’s face and figure made it seem even weirder.

       Megan hurried me along.  “You better undress, Dad, unless you’re planning to get your clothes wet.”

       It only took a second for me to slip out of the track suit I’d donned after I got home from golf.

       “Did Grandmother Clausen have you circumcised when you were born,” asked Megan lifting my cock for a closer look.   She was at the age when she wanted to know everything there was to know about sex.  She was our honor student always thirsting for knowledge.  I attributed her intellectual curiosity to my side of the family and the intuitive manner her hand caressed my manhood to her Mother’s.

       Her warm touch caused my penis to stiffen.  I sought distraction by turning on the shower.  “Yes, it was the expected thing to do at the time.  Today, some parents choose not to have their male children circumcised.”

       “Why is that,” asked Megan beginning a slow stroking of my shaft?  Her other hand cupped my balls.

       “Health reasons, there are pros and cons but I am not informed on the latest information.  You should research the topic on the Web,” I said while telling my conscience to take a hike.  If my beautiful sixteen year old daughter wanted to play with my dick, it was all right.  We were both Catholics.

       “Jews are circumcised.  In health class last week, Sister Mary Ignatius showed us a film of Jewish men being circumcised,” said Megan massaging my balls with one hand while stroking the now fully erect shaft.   I surmised I wasn’t her first handjob.

      I closed my eyes and relaxed before responding.  “Circumcision is required of all Jewish males.  It’s an important part of their religion.”

      I leaned back against the tile wall as Megan sunk to her knees and began to lick my cock head.  That didn’t prevent her from continuing the conversation.

     “It was real bloody and the men were screaming their heads off.  They had to be tied down.  German soldiers in black uniforms pulled their foreskins out with pliers and cut them off with bayonets.”

       I’d taken a world’s great religions course in college as an elective.  Megan’s account didn’t sound right.  “Jewish boys are circumcised when they are eight days old.  It’s performed by a rabbi called a mohel in a brit milah ritual in which family members have a role to play.  There’s a special dinner after the ceremony to celebrate.”

       Megan ceased licking my balls to reply.  “Sister Mary Ignatius said the men were adult converts to Judaism.  The film was real old and wasn’t in color.  According to Sister, an important member of the German government named Joseph Goebbels made it during the Second World War.  She said that if a male Catholic converted to Judaism, the Jews would circumcise him just like in the film.  Anthony Chu and some of the boys who admitted they weren’t circumcised were scared shitless.”

       Sister Mary Ignatius had obviously gotten hold of a Nazi propaganda film and was teaching it to the students as fact.  Under the circumstances, I decided not to argue.  “Well, I don’t think Anthony has anything to worry about unless he gives up the one true faith.”

       “Can I ask you a favor, Dad,” asked Megan.

       Here it comes I told myself. She wants us to buy her a car.  Emily and I had discussed getting her a used one but we hadn’t made a decision.  Still, Megan was a good kid and one you could trust.  She was also proving to be a talented fellatrice, a skill any father appreciates in a daughter.   At the moment, I was ready to begin scouring the used car lots for a deal.  “What is it, Megan?”

       “I want you to take my anal virginity.  I want it to be special and you’re my father,” said Megan doing a slow sensuous circumnavigation around my cock head with her tongue.

     She had that sexy way of looking you in the eye as her tongue flicked around your tip teasing your piss hole.  There wasn’t any doubt she was going to be an avid cocksucker whose mouth would be in great demand.  

       Never refuse a daughter who has your dick in her mouth.  “All right,” I said.  “Let’s get you cleaned out first.”

       I’d squeezed a dollop of lubricant on my fingers.  “Bend over, reach back and separate your butt cheeks.”

       I took a few seconds to appreciate the beauty of Megan’s unsullied anus.  It was an emotional moment for me realizing that as her father I had helped bring this perfect opening into existence.  It was a luscious shade of pink and perfectly formed not a single hair or discoloration.  Her long arms and lithe buttocks combined to make the aperture wonderfully accessible. What father could resist leaning over to place a kiss on such a delightful sight.  I ran my tongue over the opening, probing its center, wishing I had the time to orally enjoy what lay beyond.

     “That’s called anilingus,” said Megan between moans.

     “Correct,” I said savoring the feeling of her sphincter on my tongue.     However, the taste and aroma of shit reminded me of my mission.  I also realized time was passing and before long Emily would come looking for me.  I didn’t think it wise that she found me with my tongue in Megan’s ass.

      “That feels good,” moaned Megan as I worked the lube into her butt hole.  She was delightfully tight, showing her enthusiasm by moaning and squeezing my index finger as she pushed back greedy for further penetration.

      “This may hurt a bit,” I said when I finished coating the nozzle tip.

      Megan reacted like a future anal-holic when I forced the nozzle past her sphincter. After a loud sigh followed by a moan, she let me know how she felt.  “That feels great. I can’t wait for you to put your cock in me.”

      “I’m turning on the tap.  It may feel a little weird,” I said slowly twisting the handle.

      “It’s filling me up,” said Megan who had intuited that simultaneously rubbing her clitoris transformed any discomfort into pleasure. 

     I watched her abdomen swell until I judged she had taken her fill.  “How does it feel?”

     “I’m cramping a little and it hurts but it is a good hurt,” said Megan holding her stomach with one hand while the other worked her sex.

     “You’ve held it long enough.  Squat down over the drain and let her rip,” I said.

     And she did, buying my left foot in soft, loose feces.  The powerful stench of fresh shit filled the shower stall.  It took a minute for her to finish.  I used the hand held shower head to wash the muck down the drain.

      “I better give you another treatment,” I said reaching for the lubricant.

      I made a mental note to drop by the Ave Maria Aisles hardware store and purchase a supply of drain cleaner as I watched Megan deposit a second thick layer of caca on the drain.  It took four repetitions before she produced a reasonably clean flow. 

      “Now you can fuck me in the ass, Daddy.  And you won’t get shit on your penis,” said Megan examining the drain. 

      “Tempos fugit” I whispered as I quickly lubricated my still hard penis, greased her sphincter and took hold of her hips.

      “Oh Daddy, I love you,” said Megan pressing her anus against my cock head.

      “I love you, too, Megan,” I said as I pushed forward.

      It was an emotional father and daughter moment for the two of us.  In a few years she’d be off to Georgetown where she planned to study law.  A succession of Catholic boys would be right where I was, positioning their cock head at the entrance to her rectum.   She’d be pushing back anxious for penetration.  I wondered if at those moments, my precious girl child would recall it was her Daddy’s dick that first blazed the trail.

      “Fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it hard,” yelled Megan as my penis forced her opening and slipped inside.

      Megan hung on to a handrail with one hand as the other worked her clit.  I reached around with one hand to squeeze her breast as I pounded away in her incredibly tight hole.

      She had her Mother’s gift for loudly muttering the raunchiest obscenities while she was having intercourse.  In between pleas for me to fuck the shit out of her, she requested I spank her.  I immediately obliged.

      “Oh fucking yes, that’s it, again, motherfucker, hit me again and harder,” said Megan after I landed an open palm to her flank.  I’d used more force than I intended but apparently I misjudged Megan’s appetite for pain.  It was a harbinger of things to come.  Over the next few years, she organized several brutal gang bangs that were the talk of the Aisles.  Her eighteenth birthday party was particularly violent but that is a story for a different time.

      Thrusting and slapping away, pulling her hair, and crushing her nipples with my thumb and forefinger brought us both to a highly satisfactory climax. 

      “I have my father’s sperm in my bowels,” said Megan turning to kiss me.  We embraced for a few minutes before Emily interrupted us.

      You better hurry up or it will be midnight before I show the kids how to massage your prostate,” said Emily who had been standing in the bathroom door watching. 

       “Mom, did you see what Daddy and I did,” asked Megan rushing to embrace her mother.

       “Just the last part,” said Emily.

       “I wish we’d known you were there.  It would have made it hotter,” said Megan.

       “How was she,” asked Emily as we headed down the hall to Christine’s room.

       “Fantastic, she’d very talented like her mother,” I said.

       “It’s good to see you taking an interest in the children, Bill.  When we lived in Walnut Creek, you worked all the time.  They need your individual attention, especially the girls.”

       Emily took the lead in teaching Joshua the art of rectal hygiene.   I could tell he was thrilled to have his Mom working lubricant into his anus then filling him up with warm water. 

       “You’re going to be a tripod like your father,” said Emily hefting our son’s penis with one hand as she fondled his balls with the other.  I was forced to agree he was well equipped.  No wonder little Lacey Stevens bled when he took her virginity. 

      “When do I get to do you, Mom,” asked Joshua bending over and spreading his buttocks for a second cleansing?

      “Soon, maybe we can talk your father into a threesome,” said Emily inserting the nozzle.

     “I’d never dreamed of Josh and me doubling on his Mom but I had to admit it was an awesome idea.  “Maybe this week, after school, the three of us can get together.”

     “Don’t mention it to Megan or Chris or they’ll want to join us,” said Emily. 

      After we left Josh’s I had to rush back to the master bedroom and install the flex douche and clean out my own hole. I found Emily in her dressing area attaching her garter belt to a pair of patterned hose with a pattern that seemed familiar.  On closer examination, I noted the motif was tiny crosses.  When she stood up, I realized she’d made a serious effort to appear sexy.  Being well aware that being complementary would get me laid, I immediately spoke.  “Wow!  You look unbelievable.  Every man in Ave Maria Aisles will want to fuck my wife.”

      “Do you really like it,” asked Emily turning around for me to get the full effect?

       There was a slit in the front and back of the lace panty.  A push up bra lifted her large breasts offering them to my eyes and mouth.  Matching fucked me pumps elevated her rear in a most enticing fashion.  In spite of having pumped a full load in Megan’s ass less than an hour ago, my manhood sprang to life.  “May I ask where you acquired your incredibly hot apparel?”

      “Right here in the Aisles from St. Mary Magdalene’s Naughty Boutique.  All the nuns shop there,” said Emily.

       I realized the last time, I’d seen those patterned hose was when Sister Catherine wheeled out the Lust Bench for my public sodomy. 

       “We better get moving,” said Emily.

       A half hour later, I was in the family room on an old blanket to protect the carpet from lubricant and possibly other fluids.  Emily had positioned me on my knees and elbows in the tabletop position.  Josh was right beside me in an identical position.  My son and I were hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with our female relatives’ fingers in our anus and hands on our cock.  Joshua and I exchanged tongue kisses as the women worked their magic on the walnut size gland.  Emily was right.  Moving to Ave Maria Aisles was bringing the Clausen’s closer together.

     None of our three children had bothered to put on any clothes.  Josh was sporting a man sized erection as Emily inserted two fingers in his anus and began a slow rubbing of the gland in question.  Christine’s fingers were in contact with my prostate and I was moaning my approval of her efforts.

      “Often, the man’s penis will produce a small quantity of clear semen when his prostate is being massaged,” said Emily reaching between Josh’s legs to capture the pre come dripping off the tip.  Emily held it up for the girl’s t o see then licked it off her finger tips.

      “Dad’s dripping, too,” said Megan reaching under me to capture some of the clear fluid I was producing.  She licked one finger then presented the other to her sister.  I have to hand it to Emily.  She had done an excellent job of teaching the girls to share.  There wasn’t the usual unpleasant sibling rivalry you find in many families.

       “I think that about does it,” said Emily.  All three of them under their Mother’s watchful eye had taken a turn inserting their fingers in my anus.  Oddly, Josh had proved the most apt student working my prostate like he was a long time resident of San Francisco’s tenderloin district.  I’d always heard guys are the ones who know best how to work a prostate since they have one.  The same logic applies to girls and cunnilingus.

       They’d located the walnut sized gland and under their mother’s patient instruction learned to gently massage the tissue until I had a raging hard on and an insane desire to rape all of them including Josh.  Emily and the girls had managed to locate Josh’s smaller organ after some effort.  I found it without a problem but I had the most experience inside young boy’s rectums.

       “I think that about does it.  Any questions?” asked Emily wiping off her hands with a towel.

       “I know it’s not on topic, but Mr. Leeds said he would teach me to play the Rusty Trombone when I came to visit.  Can you two demonstrate what he means?” asked Christine who seemed to have a real thing for sex with the Leeds.

       “Yes, of course, Chris, basically it refers to performing anilingus on the man while you masturbate him.  It’s very common in today’s environment for a sexual partner to request a Rusty Trombone,” said Emily.

        I decided to hold my question for later.  I was damn curious where my wife learned the definition and who taught her how.  I’d never heard the phrase even though I’d performed the act many times at the Slam Dunk Club, often on sphincter’s oozing fresh semen and piss.

       “Will you show us on Daddy,” asked Christine.

       “Of course, actually there’s not much too it,” said Emily indicating I should assume the position.

       Events of the last two days had left me with a relaxed sphincter that Emily’s tongue easily penetrated.  I moaned repeatedly as her hand stroked my shaft while her tongue probed my gaped ass.

      “Anyone else want to give it a try,” asked Emily.

      “Me,” said Joshua immediately and he literally leaped to replace his mother. 

       It made me feel good that my son had such enthusiasm for attacking my back door.  He covered my hole with his mouth and wiped his tongue around the inside as his hand stroked me.  I would have loved to gotten off that way but he was soon replaced by Megan then Christine.

      “All right, it’s getting late and tomorrow is a school day,” said Emily when Christine pulled her mouth off my sphincter.

      “Mom, we would love to watch you and Dad do it,” said Megan.

      “That would be so terrific.  We’ve never seen you two go at it,” said Joshua. 

      “Although we’ve heard you fuck.  You’re a real potty mouth, Mom,” added Megan.

      “Do it for us, Dad.  Fuck the shit out of Mom,” said Christine pleading for us to comply.

      I didn’t wait for Emily to answer one way or another.  I’d been stimulated out of my mind for the last hour.  I needed to fuck somebody. 

      “What are you doing,” ask Emily as I lifted her onto the couch with her legs resting on the back support and her head hanging off toward the floor.  It was my favorite position for a gagging session.

      “Children, I like to start with a good face fucking” I said realizing my self control had slipped.  I also realized I didn’t intend to regain it.  I’d taken more than my share of shit the last few days and I needed to vent sexually.  I went into a crouch, straddling her face and slapped my meat hard against her cheek.  “Suck it, Bitch,” I demanded as I grabbed her left nipple and twisted.

      “Go Dad,” yelled Christine.

      “Fuck her, Dad.  Fuck Mommy,” said Joshua.

      Megan seemed to have the better idea of what I was about.  “Gag the cunt, Dad.  Make her choke on your dick.”

      I forced my cock into her mouth and went for her throat.  I slammed my dick into her gullet and held it there for a few seconds.  It was a very satisfying moment when I pulled out, leaving her to gasp for air as saliva poured down into her eyes and hair.

      As soon as she refilled her lungs I refilled her throat.  To make it interesting, I clamped my fingers on her nose closing her nostrils.  And I didn’t neglect her left tit, digging my fingers into the flesh as I took the areola through a loop de loop.  I held her there until her entire body started shaking.   A proper face fucking requires a certain amount of brutality.

     Once more, I relented.  It was the kind of inhalation one makes when you’ve tried to swim the length of the pool underwater.  Yucky green colored saliva poured out over her lips covering her eyes and hair.  While she filled her lungs I spread her puke over the rest of her face using my dick as a push rod. 

     “Swallow it all, you fucking cunt,” I yelled as I forced my cock head down her throat.  I clamped her nostrils shut as I masturbated with the walls of her throat. 

      I decided I’d had enough deep throat when I pulled out, leaving her gasping for air with a face covered in slime.  “Tell me you want me to fuck you, you slut,” I demanded as I slapped my pecker hard against her cheek. 

     “Fuck me, Bill.  Fuck me while our children watch.  I want them to know what a cock hungry whore their mother is,” pleaded Emily when she gathered enough air to speak.

      I yanked her down onto the floor on her back.  I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs in a split that any cheerleader would envy.  She whimpered in pain as her groin muscles protested.  I wedged one ankle against a table leg and the other under a chair so she wasn’t moving. 

      “Take it, Slut,” I cried as I plunged my cock into her pussy.   I went from the opening to the bottom in a millisecond.  It was the kind of plunge that’s meant to cause pain and it succeeded.  My cock head bottomed out against soft flesh.  That must have hurt.  All the while, her left tit was feeling my fury.  I’m a firm believer in finding a sensitive spot and hurting if over and over again.

      “Oh God that hurts,” yelled Emily whimpering in pain.  “You dick is so big.  You’re ripping my cunt.”

      “This is so fucking hot,” said Megan sounding very excited.  A glance in her direction showed she had two fingers in her glistening pussy and a thumb working her clit.

      “I want Daddy to fuck me that way,” said Christine.

      “She really wants it.  I can tell,” said Joshua.

      “Open your mouth, Slut,” I said grabbing Emily’s jaw and forcing it open.

      The kids moved closer as I allowed a gob of spit to slowly descend in Emily’s mouth.  The girls were fingering their pussy and Josh was stroking his hard on.  Emily had that wild eyed look women get when the sex is so fucking hot it burns.  My spit landed on her tongue.  She moved it around the inside of her mouth then swallowed.  “More,” she demanded.

      “Awesome,” whispered Joshua.  I didn’t doubt his next sexual partner would be swallowing some spit.

      “Pig, whore, spit slut,” I yelled before dropping another load of sputum into her maw.  I captured her left areola in my mouth and bit down.  She writhed in agony as I tasted her blood.  I crushed her nipple with my molars.  She was going crazy begging me to stop.

      It was time to go for the finale.  “Tell me, pig whore, do you want it up the ass.”

      “Yes, I want you to fuck my ass,” said Emily who was just as out of control as I was.

       “Louder,” I said delivering a hard slap to the side of her face snapping her head to one side.

      “Fuck my shitter, motherfucker.” she screamed.

      I flipped her over so her head and shoulders rested on the couch.  “Spread for me, Whore,” I demanded.

      She reached back and grabbed her cheeks.  I used my thumbs to pry her hole open.

      “Spit in it, Kids,” I ordered my three in a voice that brooked no argument.  “Spit in your slut mother’s fucking asshole.”

      Josh leaned down, covered the opening with his mouth and spit.  Megan and Chris followed his example. 

       “You fucking whore, your butt’s full of your children’s spit.  You’re nothing but a pig slut.  Aren’t you?” I said.

      “I’m a pig slut, Bill, just like you said,” said Emily.

      “You better give me a good fuck or I’m going to twist your tit off,” I said once more brutalizing her left breast.   It had been through a lot of pain in the last few minutes.  I could tell by the way her body reacted, she was hurting.

      “Put it in my ass, Bill. Fuck the shit out of me,” said Emily wiggling her bottom against me.

      “Mom is a total whore,” said Megan spreading her Mom’s cheeks so I could go as deep as possible.  “Fuck her, Daddy. Fuck her dirty ass.”

      Christine reached under her Mother and worked her clit hard, delivering open palm slaps to her pussy.  Josh took a seat on the couch, presented his hard cock to his mother’s mouth who immediately took it in.    He grabbed the sides of her head.  I could tell he was being rough showing her no mercy.

      And thus the four of us fucked her.  I grabbed a handful of hair and held tight as I slammed her rectum.  It wasn’t long before I pumped a large load in her bowels.  I was covered in sweat.  Emily came thanks to Christine’s fingers.  Josh demonstrated showmanship by squirting semen over his Mom’s face then pushing it into her mouth with his dick.  Later, he told me he was proud his first facial was on his Mother.

      Emily’s climax was one for the record books.  You could see every muscle and vein in her body as she flopped about like a king marlin on the deck of a fishing boat.  She ended it with a loud slap to her clit that reverberated through the house.  She lay their totally spent gasping for breath with her asshole rhythmically gaping open.  Personally, I found it highly satisfying.  There was no question, she’d been fucked.

      When I pulled out of her butt, Megan immediately began to clean my cock with her mouth.  “It tastes like Mom’s shit,” opined Megan as she licked the butt slime off my softening member.

     “Let me taste,” said Christine taking it away from her sister.  “Yummy,” was her response as she cleaned off any remaining slime.

       But when I looked down at Emily’s raw gaped asshole and noticed the trickle of semen oozing out, I realized we weren’t done.

       “Felch her ass, Megan,” I said.

       “What,” responded an uncomprehending Megan?

       “Felch as in put your mouth on her shitter and suck my come out, but don’t swallow until I say so.”  Children today need to spend more time studying their slang dictionary.

      Megan proved she was hardcore as she noisily applied suction to that still open hole.  Come wasn’t the only occupant.  There was spit, semen, sweat and whatever else worked its way inside during a brutal butt fucking.  Megan was thorough.  She had apple cheeks when she finished.  Christine immediately took her place, using her arms to squeeze her Mom’s abdomen to bring up the dregs.

      “Let’s snowball,” I said wrapping my arms around my brood and hugging them to me while an exhausted Emily looked on.  The four of us tongue kissed swapping around the contents of Emily’s rectum.

     Feeling the need to further share the moment, I took my wife’s head in my hands and tilted it back.  She sensed my intentions and opened her mouth.  A quarter cup of butt extract slowly descended into her open mouth.

      “I love you, Emily,” I said as I watched her swallow.

      Megan followed my example.  “I love you, Mom.”

      Christine and Josh did the same.  Looking back, it was one hell of an emotional moment.  I don’t think any of us would ever forget that first family fuck.

       I helped Emily up and we shuffled off to bed admonishing the three that tomorrow was a school day and to get some sleep.

       Now that I had calmed down, I had some concerns that Emily might be upset.  But she cuddled up to me in bed and said, “Thank you, Bill that was wonderful.  You’re the best husband and father ever.”

     Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I realized Emily was muttering something.  When I listened closer I realized she was praying.

      “What’s that all about,” I whispered when she finished?

      “I was thanking the Blessed Virgin for the wonderful orgasm she sent me.  I started a thirty day novena last week asking the Holy Mother to bring our family into sexual communion,” answered Emily as she snuggled closer.

Chapter 5 Family Time

      “Let’s undress and get comfortable with out bodies,” said Father Marquez once we had all assembled in the family room.  It was Wednesday night and we were in the first of several in home sessions billed as Orientation to the Celestine Way of Worship.

     Based on the speed with which everyone stripped, I’d have to say the Clausen’s are comfortable with their bodies.  However, Megan placed her hands over her breasts, and Father Marquez didn’t let her get away with it.

      “Put your hands down, Megan.  There’s no reason to be shy about your beautiful breasts.  What size are they?” said Father Marquez.

      Megan shyly lowered her arms and answered, “36D.”

      Emily felt compelled to add, “She’s grown a cup size since we moved here, Father.  I’m going to take her shopping next weekend for some sexy new lingerie.”

      I recalled checking Megan’s bra size a few weeks ago and the tag read 34C.  But children don’t grow evenly. I recall growing three inches in height one summer and my cock grew almost as much. 

     Standing beside her mom, they looked the same size.  I felt the need to be supportive.  “They’re very beautiful, Megan.  You should be proud.”

     “Everybody keeps grabbing them when I walk down the hall at school. They pinch my nipples.  See how awful they look,” said Megan lifting her boobs.

     Her nipples did look red and irritated.  I recalled my high school days where I was an accomplished bra strap snapper.  I was also prone to grabbing a handful of tit when the urge struck me.  Michele Epps had exceptionally large jugs and she delighted in letting all the guys feel her up.  However, Megan was a sensitive child.

     “I have some cream you can put on them, Meg.  I had the exact same problem when I was in high school.  Boy would slam me up against the lockers, put their hands up my sweater and pinch my nipples until I agreed to meet them after final bell,” said Emily hugging her daughter.

      “Meet them for what, Emily,” asked Father Marquez who had a reputation as a tease?  

      “Just oral sex, Father, nothing serious,” said Emily who admitted to being a blow job queen during her formative years.  She’d even kept her knee pads stored in a box of keepsakes in her closet.   She’d shown them to me and I had remarked how worn they looked. 

      “That’s exactly what Nancy Wheeler did to me.  She said unless I ate her pussy she was going to twist my nipple off,” said Megan.  “Everyone says she’s a diesel dyke.”

      “That’s not nice, Megan,” said Emily.  “Nancy may just be exploring her sexuality to discover her true gender preference.  I hope you were nice to her.  You should take it as a complement that of all the girls at your school, she picked you to go down on her.”

      “You Mother’s right, Megan,” added Father Marquez.  “I’ve counseled Nancy not to be so aggressive with the other girls and to be more of a seductress than a rapist.  She was into boys until recently.  Then she broke up with her boyfriend.  It was a tough breakup and she’s reacted by turning her sexual aggressions on her own sex.”

      I recalled Nancy Wheeler as a tall muscular senior who was an outstanding power forward on the girl’s basketball team.  The coach of the girl’s team, Lenore Watson, had asked if I would become her assistant coach and I had agreed.  That was after she found out that in college I was a member of the boy’s team that the varsity girl’s team practiced against.  Playing against boy’s who were almost good enough to make the men’s team was considered the best way to toughen up a girls’ team.  It also provided me an opportunity for sex with outstanding female athletes. 

     “”What did you do, Meg,” asked Joshua who had been silent up to that point?

      “I went down on her in the Ladies Room during Study Hall, Silly,” said Megan.

      “How was it,” asked Christine?

     “It would have been okay if she hadn’t peed while I was doing it.  She made me swallow it,” said Megan.  “She wants me to be her bitch for a sleepover the basketball teams having this Friday.”

     “Teenagers today,” said Father Marquez sounding philosophical.  “They are so advanced.  I didn’t let a man pee in my mouth until I after I was ordained.  It was at the party celebrating my accepting the sacrament of Holy Orders.  The bishop had one to many scotches and he issued me a Holy Order to drain his tank.  But that’s a story for another time.  We better get started.  Everyone take a seat.”

     We sat quietly as Father Marquez handed out pamphlets that explained the rationale behind Ave Maria Isles.  He went over the material in some detail.   I will attempt to summarize.

      Ten years ago, Father Gabriel Boyd received a special dispensation from Pope John Paul to pursue a radical new approach to spirituality.  It combined traditional Catholic doctrine with a totally different attitude toward the role of the church and sexuality.   The anti sex mindset was completely replaced.  Instead of your priest maintaining a long list of proscribed acts, he would welcome all sex activity including those that were generally considered beyond the pale such as homosexuality and incest.  Even BDSM was acceptable provided no permanent damage occurred.  Sex with preteens was the only prohibition.  That explained the lack of young children in the community.

       According to the literature, Father Boyd acknowledged that American Catholicism was losing wealth and influence among existing members, and it was failing to attract new converts.  Young people raised in the church were drifting away into a hedonistic secular lifestyle.  Father Boyd attributed these trends to the lack of relevancy of the church’s stance on sex.  His solution was to incorporate sex into the church’s ritual and practice in a revolutionary new manner.

      Incest, for example, traditionally an act condemned by the church would be treated as a normal component of family life.  Fathers would be encouraged to have sex with their daughters and mothers their sons.  Father Boyd made the point that the scriptures did not condemn incest or sexuality.  His ground breaking research concluded that early Christians practiced communal sex on a large scale and priests and nuns took a leadership role.

     Personally, I concluded that the Celestine Way was a solution to the problems of celibacy experienced by the priesthood.  Gone was the possibility of lawsuits for sexual exploitation of teenagers.  Joshua along with his sisters was hungrily eyeing Father Marquez’s manhood.  Sex with the family priest would not only be consensual but encouraged by their parents.

     The Ave Maria Isles approach was to fully integrate daily life with a regimen of sexual activity that would preclude the kinds of extra marital and extra family sex everyone practiced in secret.  Fathers like me who pursued a secret life of intercourse with young boys and girls would be encouraged to focus their lust on their own children and those of their neighbors and friends.  The secrecy and guilt of organizations like the Slam Dunk Club would be replaced by an open family centered community where everyone’s desires would be met.

      Apparently, Bishop Boyd’s idea had proven fruitful.  Ave Maria Isles Orlando was the fifth such community and there were two more under construction.   There was a winter resort in Vail and a retreat and spiritual reawakening facility right outside Gatlinburg Tennessee on the edge of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

     After we spent an hour going over the philosophy behind our community, Father Marquez announced he was going to show us a new and exciting way to pray the rosary.  He handed each of us a box containing a rosary whose beads were larger than normal.   The box also contained a tube of water soluble lubricant whose packaging stated it was approved for use my Roman Catholics.

     “Bill, if you’ll get down on your hands and knees, I’ll demonstrate how it works,” said Father Marquez.

      I agreed having a rough idea what was about to happen.

      “These rosaries were blessed by the Holy Father,” said Father Marquez as he made the sign of the cross over my up turned bottom.  Then he leaned down and kissed my anus allowing the tip of his tongue to probe the opening.  Preliminaries over, he squeezed lubricant onto his index finger and smeared it over my sphincter before he pushed it inside and waved it over my sphincter.

      I moaned and sighed as he worked my hole causing my family to laugh. When I looked around they were all smiles.  Joshua was sporting an erection at the sight of his dad engaged in hole play.

      I was beginning to appreciate the logic of the Celestine Way.  There I was on the carpet with a priest lubricating my anus while my family looked on.  I wasn’t at the Slam Dunk Club with non Catholic strangers who didn’t give a shit about me.  All they wanted was to stick their dicks in my ass and drop a load.  It was a telling moment that reinforced the idea that Catholic family sex was far superior to the other kind.

      “Once you get the anus relaxed and lubricated, you work the rosary beads in one by one,” said Father Marquez pushing a bead past my sphincter.

      Insertion of the sixty beads was quite pleasurable.  It filled me up.  It felt like I needed a good shit when the only thing hanging out my ass was the crucifix.

     Father Marquez tugged gently and the large bead representing the Apostle’s Creed popped out my anus.  He led us through a recitation of that highly meaningful affirmation of faith.  Throughout the rosary, I sighed as each bead was pulled out and the appropriate prayer recited in unison.

      A Pater Noster and three Hail Marys later and we began the first decade of ten Hail Mary representing the first mystery.  It was Wednesday so we recited in unison the first of the Glorious Mysteries, the Resurrection emphasizing faith.

      “Who wants to suck Daddy’s cock for the first decade,” asked Father Marquez.

      “Me,” said Christine who didn’t wait for an answer before slipping under me and taking my cock in her mouth.  Her delicious sweet pussy was right under me and between prayers I licked her from clit to anus.

      Christine was replaced by Megan for the second decade whose Glorious Mystery was the Ascension of Jesus Christ.  I focused my mind on my prayers so as not to blow my load prematurely. Joshua enthusiastically took care of his old man for the third decade whose mystery was the Descent of the Holy Spirit.  I felt my own spirit descending into my son’s warm mouth.  It was getting difficult not to come.  My son was turning out to be an excellent cocksucker, a trait he inherited from his father.

      “This should help you last till the end,” said Father Marquez tightening leather straps around my cock and balls.  I later learned that priests in the Celestine order always carried a selection of cock rings and ball stretchers to enhance sexual pleasure and prevent premature ejaculation.

      “Thanks Father,” I whispered as I closed my eyes and recited the Hail Mary with my family.

      Emily took over for the fourth decade.  The Assumption of Mary was the fourth Glorious Mystery and her personal favorite. My rectum was empting out by then. Emily’s cock filled mouth murmured each prayer creating a deeply spiritual effect on the both of us.

      “My turn,” announced Father Marquez at the beginning of the fifth decade.

      It has often been said that no one sucks dick like the clergy of the Roman Catholic Church and based on Father Marquez’s performance I regard that as a truism.  His mouth was soft a velvet but strong as steel.  And it felt hot as the devil’s breath.  He unsnapped the cock ring for the final two Hail Marys.  I spent the last one spewing semen into his mouth.   I finished up with the final Amen proving Father Marquez’s timing was impeccable.

       Joshua and I relaxed on the couch as the three women serviced Father Marquez as their way of thanking him for instructing us.  I couldn’t resist leaning over in his lap and taking Josh’s cock in my mouth as my wife and daughters took turns mounting Father Marquez.  Josh showed his manliness by taking hold of my head for a dominant’s face fucking.  Obviously, he and his friends had been practicing oral sex and he had realized he was a dominant top.

      All three of the Clausen women gave a good account of themselves in the cowgirl position.  Whoever was on top got her nipples sucked by the other two.

      “Mind if I finish in your ass, Emily,” asked Father Marquez.  “A little bird told me you loved anal.”

      The little bird turned out to be Nora Pryor to whom Emily confided everything.

     “Please, Father, I’d love it,” said Emily getting on all fours and reaching back to separate her buttocks.  Immediately, Christine and Megan rimmed their Mom.

     Megan and Christine took positions beside their mother’s upturned rear.  Emily didn’t let the fact that a priest was fucking her in the ass keep her from screaming expletives as Father Marquez worked his manhood past her sphincter and deep into her bowels.

      I barely managed to watch as Joshua demonstrated a passion for deep throat gagging of his father.  When he let me up for air, I covered his cock with salvia he rubbed on my face as he beat my cheeks with his hard eight inches. 

     “Cock whip me, Son.  Cock whip me,” I whispered reveling in the abuse.

     “Who’s up for ass to mouth,” asked Father Marquez?

     “Me,” said Megan taking the slime covered penis into her mouth without the slightest hesitation.  I felt very proud of my eldest at the moment.  Women with far more worldly experience were often unwilling to suck a cock freshly drawn from a well fucked ass.

     After plunging it deep into her throat, Megan shared the organ with her sister.  Joshua succeeded in forcing two inches of his manhood down my throat.

      The ending was special.  Father Marquez stood with the Clausen women kneeling around him.  He managed to give each a decent facial.  Joshua squirted thick ropes of jism on my face.  The five Clausen’s then knelt together in a tight circle.  Reciting, “The peace of the Lord be with you,” we embraced and kissed as we licked come off each other’s face. 

     

     

Chapter 6 Morning Run and More

      “Hi, Mr. Clausen,” said Darlene as she rode up beside me.  “Do you think Jesus had a big cock?”

      I was running at an eight minute mile pace, occasionally checking my heart monitor to make sure I was in the target range when Darlene Wilmot appeared.  She was on her bike which was okay because the Way of Sorrows recreational path was designed to accommodate power walkers, runners, and bike riders.

      It was almost nine o’clock Saturday morning and I was less than a kilometer from finishing my run.  I had just passed Station Twelve: Jesus dies on the cross, and was headed toward Station Thirteen: Jesus is removed from the cross.  This part of the path is flat or gently down hill unlike earlier sections where the terrain mimics Jesus’ climb up Golgotha.   Stations five through nine are a thirty percent man made upgrade, a real bitch to run even if you are not lugging a wooden cross on your back.

     Station Four, Jesus is scourged and crowned with thorns, is very demanding.  On Saturdays, participants can chose to have their fresh mortified to atone for their sins.  I arrived just as the priest was finishing up with a young mother who admitted that her sucking infant stimulated her libido and she was forced to masturbate after breast feeding.  Her mortification had focused on her enormous milk laden breasts leaving them dripping milk and blood.  After thanking the priest profusely and receiving his blessing, she set off pushing her twins in their runner’s stroller.

      “I have sinned Father and seek redemption through suffering,” I said when Father Pryor turned to me.

      “I saw your lustful performance on cable.  Only suffering of a severe nature will return you to a state of grace,” said Father Pryor selecting an evil appearing cat-of-nine from his selection of whips.

      The good priest was a new and strong armed addition to Ave Maria Isles clergy.  He bound me to a whipping post with chains to remind me that Satan left unchecked would bind my soul to his.  Thirty lashes left me sobbing in pain and dripping blood.  It certainly made me appreciate how Christ suffered at the hands of the Romans.  And it was a stern reminder that we Catholics may have to endure pain for our faith.

     When I complained to Father Pryor about the severity of the pain, he reminded me that Christian martyrs endured far greater from the pagan Romans.  He promised to email me an account of the Martyrdom of St. Catherine of the Wheel who was first publicly raped by the Emperor’s Praetorian Guard then taken to a dungeon and horribly tortured.  Her exquisite naked body was broken on the wheel, an agonizing form of execution favored by the Romans after they became bored with crucifixions.

      As Father Pryor applied the lash to my back, I prayed to St, Catherine who is one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers to give me courage to endure my punishment like a good and true Catholic.  I swear that somewhere after the twentieth lash when the pain is go great it seared my mind, she appeared naked before me, placed her hand on my manhood and told me all would be well.  

     Still it felt good when Father Pryor blessed me and sent me on my way.  I had run half a kilometer before I got out of earshot of the screams of the woman who replaced me on the whipping post.   She had a big set of tits and Father Pryor went to work on them with gusto.  I’ve always found the sight of a flogger ripping into breast flesh stimulating.

     At Station Ten, Jesus is stripped of his garments, I’d removed everything except my running shoes and jockey strap which health wise was as far as I was willing to go.  While the Roman centurions had stripped Jesus before nailing him on the cross, they didn’t make him run several kilometers with his manhood flopping between his legs.   Although the Greeks supposedly competed in the nude at Olympia, energetic exercise without proper support is likely to cause the large intestine to break through the intestinal wall and fall into the scrotum.  A hernia is not a good thing.

     On the pathway, male runners kept their manhood secured with an athletic supporter while female joggers with large breasts wore a sports bra.  Power walkers and bicyclists were nude except for footwear. 

     Darlene was naked as the day she was born except for Shimano bike shoes.  The plucky girl had chosen to allow Father Pryor to mortify her flesh as penance for giving in to lust.  Vivid red stripes dotted with blood drops covered her backside.

     Darlene’s question as to the size of Jesus’ member was not as off the wall as it sounded.  Emily, like most good Catholic women, believes that Jesus was exceptionally well endowed and that he regularly left Mary Magdalene and other prostitutes of the second temple walking around bowlegged.  The image of a well hung Christ hanging on the Cross appealed to both hetero and homoerotic instincts of Catholics everywhere.  I suppose all people of faith would find it disconcerting to think of Christ as needle dick Jesus.

      Unfortunately, there’s absolutely no basis for estimating the size of his member in the Bible or the teaching of the church.  Although we can assume Jesus as a Jew was circumcised.

     Before we met Emily considered becoming a nun and spent time in a convent as a novitiate.  She confided that the most common fantasy of the young sisters is that Jesus appears at night and impales them on his exceptionally large organ.  It is extremely painful when he forces it inside, but it leads to a deep tissue spiritual awakening that renews one’s commitment to the Lord.   Since nuns consider themselves brides of Christ there is some logic to that.  If you lover is the Holy Spirit, then why not imagine the spirit as capable of filling you to the bursting point and then some.

     I argued with her that such fantasies are the result of young girl’s overwrought imagination combined with the unleashed hormones of youth.  To make my point, I accessed the Web site of the porn star, Mandingo, and showed her a video clip of him slamming fourteen inches into the orifices of a petite blonde.  There is something of a Ripley’s Believe It or Not quality to watching that much black dick completely disappear inside a tiny female.  Where the hell does it go?  Is she hollow inside?

      “How would you rate Mandingo versus the cock that penetrated you each night at the convent,” I asked my wife?

      “It was pitch black so I don’t know.  Everyone said it was the size of Mother Superior’s fist,” said Emily defensively as she eyed the video.  As soon as the video finished, she took me into the bedroom and fucked me like her life depended on it. Size does matter.

      Monster cocks like Mandingo’s are a rarity.  I was privileged to receive him anally and orally at a meeting of the Slam Dunk Club when he was our honored guest.  There is a feeling of intense gratification when his oversized balls smack against yours indicating full penetration has been accomplished.  Looking back I admit to feeling spiritually renewed afterward.

     “Hello Darlene, aren’t you cold?” I asked eying the way her nipples stood out.  It was fall and there was a slight chill in the air even though we were in Florida.  I assumed her clothes were stowed in one of the bike’s luggage packs.   Mine were in my back pack.

     “Just my nipples, the rest of me is warm,” said Darlene who wiggled her hips causing her crotch to move from side to side over the bicycle seat.  When she stood up on the pedals, I could see the seat was covered with the sheen of her fluids.  I resisted the urge to pass my tongue over the surface.

     “My wife believes Jesus was well endowed.  But I really don’t know,” I said.

     “My girl friend Traci says her mother has this dildo that Father Marquez gave her and it is supposed to be an exact replica of Jesus’ cock.  Traci says it’s huge,” said Darlene.

     “Has Traci given it a try,” I asked as we approached the final station of the cross?

     “No, but the next time we have a sleepover, her mom says we can borrow it,” said Darlene.  “How big is your cock, Mr. Clausen?”

     “Nine inches,” I said.

     “Is that bigger than average.  I know it’s bigger than my Dad’s because my pussy was sore after we fucked last Saturday,” said Darlene.

     “Yes, I suppose so.  Still going to try out for the team,” I asked not wanting to appear egotistical about my member which admittedly is far larger and more impressive than most?

     “Yes, I’ve been lifting weights at home.  I challenged Terry Meacham to a match and won,” said Darlene.  “He had to go down on me.  He wasn’t very good at it.”

     “And if he had won,” I asked?

     “Blow job,” said Darlene.  “But I did that anyway even though I won.”

     “You still sucked his cock,” I asked.

     “Yes, and let him fuck me.  You know how boys are if you don’t let them get off,” said Darlene.  “He didn’t last long.”

     “Maybe Terry was nervous.   Give him another chance,” I said.

     “I will.  He’s coming over tomorrow night to study Algebra II with me.  I promised him that after we work the problems at the end of Chapter 6, we’ll fuck,” said Darlene.  “But the reason I’m here is to ask you for a favor.  I’ve already cleared it with your wife.”

      “You called Emily,” I questioned?

      “Yes, I’m in a bind.  My dad’s flight was cancelled and he was stuck overnight in Chicago.  He won’t land here until late afternoon.  Please say you’ll do it.  Your wife said it was okay,” said Darlene.

      “Do what, Darlene,” I asked?

      “Sister Winfred is coming over this morning to qualify me and Laurie as hostesses for visiting church dignitaries.  It was originally scheduled for a month ago but Daddy had to reschedule because he had the flu.  This is our last chance to qualify but without Daddy or a substitute we can’t.  Please say you’ll do it, Mr. Clausen,” said Darlene.

      “I suppose I can help you out.  Who is Laurie?” I asked.

      “My sister, she’s only fourteen but she’s real cute and her boobs are almost as big as mine,” said Darlene.

      “When do I need to be there?” I asked glancing at my watch.

      “We’ve got another hour.  You can shower at my house.  Since we’re here, do you want to prostrate yourself with me?  St. Theresa is one of my favorite saints,” said Darlene as we arrived at the final station of the cross, Station Fourteen, Jesus is laid in the tomb.

      There is a tiny chapel at Station Fourteen dedicated to St. Theresa of Avila.  St. Theresa wrote extensively of the rapture and ecstasy she experienced when Christ visited her in convent quarters.  Behind the altar was a wall sized painting of the sleeping saint being approached by the Holy Spirit.  Apparently, the sisters slept in the raw at her convent.  Her hand covers her groin and there was a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. 

      Only a pair of altar candles lighted the small room leaving it in semi-darkness.   There were people lying on the floor having sex as they prayed.

      “You haven’t been here before,” asked Darlene taking my hand?

      “No, I’ve been running down by the lake,” I said.

      “It’s best we get down on all fours and crawl to a free spot.  We can pray together as we fuck,” said Darlene dropping to her knees.

      I uttered a police, “Excuse me,” as we brushed against naked bodies deeply involved in prayer at they copulated.  Darlene who must have the eyes of a cat guided us to an unoccupied space.  The mats were slippery with what I assumed was blood, vaginal fluids, and semen.  The small chapel had an aroma that reminded me of an intense group fuck at the Slam Dunk Club.

      She pushed me on my back and took my cock in her mouth.  I found the combination of darkness, prayers and uninhibited anonymous sex, spiritually uplifting.  Darlene’s youthful and skilled mouth had me erect in no time.  Her index finger slipped past my sphincter and its touch on my prostate bordered on the electric.  

     As I repeated the Pater Noster with my eyes focused on St. Theresa in the full throes of celestial ecstasy, I was overcome with the desire to join in physical and spiritual intercourse with Darlene.  There are moments that transcend normal human experience and this was one of them.

      As a young Catholic, I had read the extensive writings of St. Theresa including her mystical tome, The Way of Perfection.  I confess to not understanding her true meaning until now.  It was a knowledge that came through the senses not the mind.

      I pulled Darlene to me so we could kiss as lovers do.  It was then I experienced the perfect meld of faith and desire.  I silently thanked the Saint as this beautiful girl child, less than half my age, expertly guided my manhood into her vagina.

     Experiencing her own epiphany, Darlene prayed, “Thank you, Saint Theresa for letting this beautiful nine inch cock fill my womb.  Just as the Holy Spirit penetrated Our Holy Mother Mary and planted the seed of Christ Jesus, allow Mr. Clausen to fill me with his life giving sperm.”

      In a state of religious fervor that bordered on frenzy, we fucked for what seemed like forever, changing positions a dozen times.  Finally, unable to hold back the powerful force surging from my balls, I filled Darlene’s cavity with my essence.  Sensing my release, she convulsed in a powerful orgasm no doubt abetted by her favorite saint.

     We lay in each other’s arms as we recovered our breath.  We gently kissed and stroked one another until we were interrupted.

      “Hey Bill, you up for seconds,” asked a male voice from the darkness?  I recognized the voice.  It was my erstwhile golf buddy, Ed Pryor.  He and his partner moved closer.  My eyes had adjusted to the gloom and I recognized his eldest, Wendy.

      Wendy’s boyish figure had always attracted me.  There was no question I was physically and spiritually capable.  Darlene’s stroking had already produced a second erection and I had been on the verge of restarting our love making.  Still, as a father of two girls I knew how hypersensitive they can be so I asked, “What do you think, Darlene?”

      “The nuns teach that a good Catholic is always willing to share his bodily possessions with those of the one true faith,” said Darlene reaching for Ed’s cock.

      Moments later, my face was buried in Wendy bare sex enjoying the copious semen that Ed had deposited in his daughter. Darlene and Wendy were shoulder to shoulder as were Ed and I.   From the position and sound, Ed was acting in the same manner.   At some point, we turned toward each other and kissed, licking sperm from our faces.  It was a superbly erotic spiritual moment make even more meaningful that we were well built males of the same age enjoying each other sexually. 

      I took position over Ed’s daughter and positioned my cock head at her slippery entrance.  I don’t believe in slow gentle entrances.  I forcibly pushed in burring my manhood in a single stroke.  Wendy though small of statute loudly expressed her approbation once it reached maximum penetration.  “Oh fuck that feels good.  Slam me again,” shouted the lusty teen.

      It was while I was positioned over Wendy pounding away that I felt a hand part my buttocks so its mate could apply lubricant to my sphincter.  I sensed the presence of two sets of male legs at mine and Ed’s rear.  Ed quickly provided a brief explanation, “Oh year, fuck my ass, Father.  Fuck it hard.”

      A glance over my shoulder revealed the two young seminarians visiting Ave Maria Isles.  Ed’s remark encouraged them to take position over our rear and impale us. 

      Wendy, the seminarian, and I established a rhythm that maintained itself until it ended in a crescendo of orgasms. 

      An exhausted Darlene and I stood at the back of the chapel catching our breath.  Sperm was slowly leaking from my anus.  My face was smeared with Ed’s semen and his daughter’s fluids. 

      “St. Theresa is definitely my favorite saint.  If I get pregnant and have a girl, I’ll name her Theresa,” said Darlene.

      “And if it is a boy,” I asked?

      “Who’s your favorite saint,” asked Darlene?

      “St Peter the fisher of men,” I said.

      “I’ll call him Peter then,’ said Darlene sounding very serious. 

      “Hadn’t we better be going,” I asked after checking my watch.

      “Yes, we need to hurry.  I hope you’re not too fucked out.   Laurie can be very demanding and Sister Winifred will expect you to perform.  Daddy said she wore him out the last time she came over for a training session,” said Darlene.

     “I’ll manage,” I said while praying to St. Theresa to restore my sexual energy so I could accomplish my mission.  I recalled Sister Winifred’s face and figure from before and took hope from the prospect that she would soon be impaled on my cock.

Chapter 7 The Acolyte Program

      “Our spiritual leaders have immense responsibilities and demanding schedules.  They frequently suffer from stress and anxiety.  It will be your role to provide a haven from their cares.  This is an important task, make no mistake about it.  Sexual activity performed in a secure hygienic environment in which they can act out their deepest desires is the best means to accomplish this,” said Sister Winifred making her introduction to the class of three.  The good sister who had responsibility for the program went on with her opening remarks.

     “The Resort’s Acolyte Program at Ave Maria Isles has received very favorable reviews from participants.  Church officials in Rome including the Holy Father himself have been briefed on what has been accomplished.  Last month, we entertained a Papal Nuncio who delivered a very favorable report to his superiors.  A delegation from the Holy Office is scheduled to arrive soon.”

     Based on Darlene’s brief description I knew the girls would be serving as acolytes to work part time in the Ave Maria Resort providing sex to visiting clerics.  Sister Winifred began the training by issuing Laurie and Darlene a three ring binder detailing the operation of program.  I was handed a loaner binder to follow along.  There was a “Parents of Acolytes” section in the back.

      According to the verbiage, fathers were required to actively participate in the training program.  This involved extensive role play as various church officials.  Parental participation gave the girls a more secure environment to learn plus informed the fathers what would be required of their daughters.

     There was a separate program for male acolytes.  Given the propensity of the RC clergy for young boys, I wondered if my son Josh had been approached.  For fourteen he was exceptionally well endowed and a handsome lad.  He was physically and mentally equipped to service priests who classified themselves as “bottoms.”  I decided to look further into the matter if the girl’s program seemed worthwhile. 

     Unfortunately, learning to serve others and give of one’s self is missing from most young people’s education.  Being summoned to the Resort to service a seventy year old archbishop with a bad case of hemorrhoids brings an overly proud high school girl into the real world.  The program emphasized humility and kindness along with advanced sexual techniques and role play.   

     Thus far I had been impressed.  The organizational skills of the Isles’ management are impressive.  If the Church had this level of MBA competence in the 1600s, Martin Luther’s Reformation would have never taken off.  Heretics would have been quickly forced to recant or burned at the stake.  The whole world would be Roman Catholic and better off for it.  

     At Sister Winifred’s direction, I had used the Wilmot’s computer to access the Resort’s Web site.  The online Web-based program struck me as particularly well structured to meet the varied needs of visiting prelates.  The acolytes pictures in each costume along with a brief biography was posted on the Inn’s Web site.  A visiting clergy could page through the available acolytes then send a text message summoning him or her.  When an acolyte was on duty, she was required to carry a pager. 

     The acolyte would immediately call the Inn to speak personally to the cleric.  Time, costume, and particulars would be discussed.  A list of available acts would be reviewed to insure maximum satisfaction with minimum delay.  Parents would be expected to provide transportation and to make sure their daughter was properly costumed and carrying the appropriate kit.

     There was much to learn, and I tried to set an example for Darlene and Laurie by paying attention even though the presence of Laurie was distracting.

     “Will it be only males,” asked Laurie who was seated in my lap?  Her almost bare bottom pressed against my erect manhood that was only thinly covered by the cassock.   “I would love to serve an abbess or a mother superior.”

     Obviously, the novice slut had a thing for older church women.  I wondered if that was related to the loss of their mother.  Laurie and Darlene closely resembled the portrait hung over the mantle.  Madeline Wilmot was a handsome woman with dark curly hair, bee sting lips, and large breasts.  Looking at the portrait it was easy to image those lips riding up and down my cock.

     The unfortunate lady had succumbed to breast cancer at thirty six.  One of the wonderful benefits of living in Ave Maria Isles was that the community came together to act as surrogates for the missing parent.  If the good Lord saw fit to gather me to his bosom, my wife and children would be taken care of not only financially but in other ways.

      My wife Emily had recently joined a wives’ group dedicated to meeting the needs of the Isles’ widowers.  “It’s another way I can serve our Creator,” was how my always charitable and horny Emily justified her decision.  One weekend a month she would spend Friday and Saturday night sleeping at the home of a lonely bachelor leaving us on our own.

      “Cooking, cleaning, and screwing, I stayed very busy,” was how Emily upon her return summed up her first forty eight hour stay at the home of a Ryan Endicott and his two sons.  She’d attended Sunday morning Mass with Ryan and his boys just like their real mom would have.  The fact that she was smiling and humming her favorite hymn made me wonder if it had been all that bad.

     Endicott’s wife had left him and her children six months ago claiming that Ave Maria Isles was more like a prison than a planned community.  The poor woman must be suffering from a serious mental illness.

       “How was it,” I asked feeling a tinge of jealousy I was working hard to suppress?  A good Catholic husband should be supportive of his wife’s efforts to maintain the harmony of the Isles.  Not having randy single males acting in a predatory fashion contributed to everyone’s piece of mind, plus it precluded having a flood of prostitutes and porn invade our neighborhoods.

      “I focused on comfort food, spaghetti and meat balls Friday night because that’s what his boys wanted.  Ryan grilled steaks and hamburgers for dinner Saturday and I spent the whole day, preparing two slow cooker meals they could eat during the week.  The place needed a thorough cleaning too,” said Emily being coy.

      “You know what I mean.  How was the screwing?” I asked feeling my cock stir?  Ryan was several years younger than me.  The thought of him mounting Emily excited me.  It is natural to be concerned how other men perform with one’s own wife.

      “Great, Ryan loved to eat me out before he fucked me.  He’s very devout so to thank the Lord for my presence we began with a rosary fuck which was something new to me,” said Emily.  “By combining sex and prayer, it proved an excellent way for two strangers to be intimate under the guidance of our Redeemer.”

      “Rosary fuck,” I questioned.  “I’m not familiar with that one.” 

      “Ryan lubricated this special out-sized rosary then slowly pushed all the beads past my anus until only the cross was hanging out my bottom.  As we repeated the rosary, he drew the appropriate bead out as he alternated between cunnilingus and vaginal intercourse.  It was very slow and extremely sensuous.  As the last bead exited my rectum, I came so explosively I lost control and peed in his face.”

      “How did he react,” I asked trying to recall the last time I made Emily squirt when she came?  She’d been a frequent squirter when we first started having sexual intercourse.  I used to put towels on the bed to soak up the explosive bursts of urine that arrived unpredictably during her screaming orgasms.

      “He loved it.  He insisted we go into the shower stall so he could lie on the floor and let me urinate in his open mouth as I sucked his cock,” said Emily.  “He swallowed every drop and begged for more.”

      “Sounds like you had a good time,” I said.

      “It felt good to help out a Catholic family in need.  Giving of one’s self nurtures body, mind, and soul.  Why don’t you sign up for the widow’s program?  There are plenty of divorcees in our community who would really appreciate having a surrogate husband for a weekend a month,” said Emily.

      “I can’t cook,” I said thinking of Mrs. Towson who lived two houses down.  She was pushing sixty and two hundred fifty pounds.  Her husband suffered a massive myocardial infarction four months ago.  Rumor had it she was taking him from the rear with the aid of a massive strap on dildo when his heart exploded.

      “No, but you’re good with tools and I don’t just mean the one between your legs.  There will be dozens of handy man jobs to keep you busy when you’re not servicing the lady of the house or helping with the children,” said Emily.

      “All right, where do I sign up,” I asked deciding it might be a good thing to get me out of the house a couple of days a month.  There were times I get the impression that Emily found it difficult to adjust to a retired husband being home all the time. 

       “I show you the Web page,” said Emily heading toward our home office.  I’d been had once again.

         When Sister Winifred arrived, Laurie curled up in my lap like I was her real dad.  We were gathered in the great room.  I was refreshed from the shower I took with Darlene.  The slow sensuous way she washed my penis and anus had gotten me ready to participate in the training.  I was dressed as a bishop who had gone commando.

      “Are you my Daddy this morning,” asked Laurie before taking my ear lobe in her mouth and gently sucking it?

      Like her older sister, the child had sex appeal to burn.  “Yes, I sure am,” I said gently squeezing the little heartbreaker’s boob.  For a petite fourteen year old, our Lord had blessed her with a pair of adult knockers I was anxious to suck and take for a tittie fuck.

      “That tickles,” said Laurie as she pressed her bottom against my groin and wiggled back and forth.  “Darlene says you have a big penis and love to suck her boobs.  I hope we get to fuck this afternoon.”

      “Me too, now we need to stay quiet and listen carefully because this is important,” I said. 

      “Pay attention, everyone.  There will be plenty of time for everyone to screw Mr. Clausen once we’re done,” said Sister Winifred in a business like tone.

      Sister Winifred was easily the hottest Cistercian nun I had ever laid eyes on.  And she was undoubtedly the only nun I’d ever seen with implants.  Emily, a magnet for gossip, later informed me that Sister Winifred had an interesting past.  She was from a rich Jewish Hollywood family whose idea of a birthday present for a sixteen year old was a pair of 36Ds.  Her augmentation was performed by the same cosmetic surgeon who did Pamela Anderson’s.   Celebrity referrals are important in the film capital.

     After a wild freshman year at University of California San Diego where she became infamous for pulling an all night train at the Lambda Chi house she experienced a spiritual transformation under the guidance of a Father Clinton.  Vaguely similar to the conversion of the Apostle Paul, she was mounted on the priest’s miraculous member when an Angel of the Lord appeared sending a bolt of sheer energy through her mammary into her vagina creating a combination orgasm and spiritual epiphany.  The Angel summoned the youthful slut to for go her Hebrew faith and convert to the one true church.  She took a solemn vowel to never have sexual intercourse with non Catholics and joined the Cistercian order.

      I’d heard of Father Clinton.  What California Catholic hasn’t?  His conversions by intercourse especially of young Jewish girls and boys are considered little short of miraculous.  There was talk of canonization; although at the age of twenty eight, it was premature.

      The Cistercian hierarchy had quickly recognized the young nun’s far ranging talent and expertise in the field of human intercourse.  After a stint of working in the Vatican entertaining visitors to the Holy See, the need for a full time trainer for the Resort’s Acolyte Program became available and she was transferred to Ave Maria Isles.

     The possibility I would get to fuck this nubile bride of Christ gave me a raging hard on.  She was seated across from me in a red leather miniskirt that revealed well tanned muscular thighs.   The lacy tops of her black hose were held in place by a garter belt.  A black knit sweater displayed her significant cleavage and exposed the top of her brassiere.  She was wearing black four inch pumps and heavily made up.  Large gold hoop ear rings completed the look of a common street whore.  I could picture her on a corner in San Francisco flagging down Johns.  Laurie and Darlene were dressed identically and the effect of hooker attire on the girls was dramatic.  We were all dressed for Lesson 1 on the training program.  Sister Winifred answered Laurie’s question before we continued.

      “Not at this time, Laurie, but we are working on a program for female members of the church hierarchy who require periods of rest and relaxation.  If all goes as planned, it will go live next spring.  Now everyone turn to the tab marked, “Lesson 1.”

     Sure enough, the first picture after the Tab was of a young girl I thought I recognized.  She was dressed similar to my companions.  The picture was titled, “Lesson 1: Lady of the Evening.”     The Acolyte Program training consisted of nine separate lessons.  Prostitute was Lesson One.  After that came: (2) Catholic School Girl, (3) Sister of Charity Novitiate, (4) Girl Scout, (5) Confession, (6) Housewife, (7) Tramp, (8) Dominatrice, and (9) Submissive.  The last two roles were reserved for the more experienced seventeen and eighteen year old acolytes.  There was also a minimum height and weight requirement for dominatrix: 5’6” and 125 pounds.  I had no idea why.  Sister Winifred started right in on Lesson 1.

     “Church authorities who work in the inner city often come in contact with prostitutes.  This female role is frequently selected by priests from big cities like New York or Chicago, although not always.  Bishop Waxman from Des Moines always chooses this one,” said Sister Winifred pointing the remote toward the television.  A menu driven by a copy of the training DVD found in the inside pocket of the binder appeared on screen.  Sister selected “Lady of the Evening” before announcing that it was a nicer way of saying prostitute.

       “Our Dad refers to them as hookers,” said Darlene.  “What term do you use, Mr. Clausen?”

      “Escorts works for me,” I said.

      “Have you ever screwed an escort, Mr. Clausen,” asked Laurie?  She struck me as a curious child.

       “Not recently,” I answered.  “Here in Ave Maria Isles, we have no need for escorts.  Everyone is free to have sex under the watchful eye of the mother church.”

       “Laurie, watch the screen and quit pestering Mr. Clausen,” said Sister Winifred.

       On screen, a teen age girl dressed in the required outfit was knocking on the door of a hotel room.  Almost immediately, a bishop answered.  The girl pushed past the bishop into the room. 

     “My name’s Sybil.  What is it going to be?” asked the girl as she placed one foot on the bed displaying the crotch of her panty.  She reached down pulling the material aside to expose her shaved pussy.  “Want some pussy, Bishop? Or maybe you want to fuck my ass?”  The girl brazenly raised her skirt and pulled the thong out of her butt crack to expose her anus. 

     My cock twitched in response causing Laurie to give me a conspiratorial smile.  Obviously an acolyte had to ready and willing to go anal. 

     Sister Winifred paused the DVD.  “A prostitute is not shy.  She is street-wise, bold and brassy.  To her, sex is commerce.  She’s in a little bit of a hurry to get down to business.  It’s a role not every young Catholic girl is equipped to play.  I think Darlene can handle it but I’m not sure about you, Laurie. What do you think?”

     “I’m not sure either, Sister,” said Laurie.

     “Let’s give it a try. Laurie, go outside and ring the front door bell.  Mr. Clausen will play the role of the bishop.

     Laurie performed to Sister Winifred’s satisfaction.  I can’t say she was entirely convincing as a hardened street whore but we’re talking role play not real life.  After both girls had gotten through the introductory phase imitating Sister Winifred’s sexy hooker walk, smile, and various provocative statements and gestures the more interesting portion of the training began. 

      “This will keep you from ejaculating,” said Sister Winifred looping a cock ring around the base of my testicles and drawing it tight enough to imprison my sperm.

      She rushed the girls through the basics of a blowjob.  They were both talented fellatrix with considerable experience.  Darlene recounted how she had sucked off a cousin at her aunt’s wedding when she was barely eleven.  Laurie had two years cock sucking experience.   I gathered that none of the boys at the Isles’ middle or high school went more than a few days between blow jobs.  Teachers preferred having one of the girls calm a misbehaving boy with fellatio to prescribing Ritalin or some other harmful chemical.  I often marvel at the wisdom of the church.

      I lay there on the floor with my cassock pulled up to my waist and a pillow elevating my buttocks.  Sister Winifred instructed the girls on proper anal lubrication as the prelude to the insertion of first one then two fingers.  My prostate was located and massaged to the point I would have blown my load on the ceiling except for the cincture constraining my balls.

      The next part of the instruction was interesting. 

      “Tossing the salad, rimming, around the world, and playing the Rusty Trombone are slang terms for anilingus,” said Sister Winifred as I got on all fours.  “This part can be a challenge for some girls.”

      I slumped down on to my elbows and widened by stance to better expose my sphincter.  Sister Winifred parted my butt cheeks and continued her instruction as she worked a well lubricated finger past my sphincter.

      “Mr. Clausen had a beautiful clean anus; however many of the guests at the Resort are older and unfortunately not as fastidious,” said Sister Winfred.

      “I washed Mr. Clausen’s asshole,” added Darlene.  “I douched him out; so he’s very clean.”

      Darlene had gone to great lengths to empty my GI tract.  It hadn’t bothered her a bit when I covered the floor of the shower stall with loose shit.  She casually washed it down the drain then invited me to douche out her asshole.  The girl was a natural slut.

      “Occasionally, the guest will allow you to bathe him but you can’t count on it especially if he is from a part of the world where hygiene is not that important.  Watch the screen girls.  If you’re not willing to do what Audrey does, maybe you should rethink becoming an acolyte.”

      Now I remember.  Audrey was a friend of my daughter Megan.   Megan was going to have her friends over for a sleepover next weekend.  Emily had mentioned purchasing some new dildos and girl on girl porn to entertain them.    Maybe there would be an opportunity for me to get Audrey alone.

     “I can do that,” said Laurie watching Audrey perform anilingus on a ripe asshole belonging to a swarthy South American monsignor.  At some point, she turned and smiled at the camera with brown stained lips.  The camera came in for a close up as Audrey methodically cleaned him off leaving his anus shiny with saliva.  

     “Sure you can, Princess. I’ll let you prove it on me. My ass has been sweating in an airplane seat for the last four hours,” said Charlie Wilmot who had apparently managed to get wait listed on a earlier flight where luckily there were no shows.  I recalled Charlie from my family’s gang fuck in the gym.  He’d given Emily one hell of a railing, working her nipples hard as he alternated between her pussy and asshole.

       After everyone greeted Charlie, he stripped down and joined us.  Laurie didn’t hesitate a minute before she licked clean her Dad’s ripe ass. 

       The availability of a second cock made the training go faster.  Charlie and I were down on all fours with butts spread allowing Sister Winifred to teach the girls the finer points of playing the Rusty Trombone.  Darlene had a real talent for windshield wiping the first two inches of your rectum.  Sister Winifred trained Laurie on the best techniques to achieve a satisfactory tongue fucking.

       “Bill, would you be interested in a monthly meeting of a group of guys for down low sex,” asked Charlie in a whisper.  “A group of guys our age hook up with some high school boys.  You could bring Josh.”

      I was always on the lookout for things Josh and I could enjoy together  It wouldn’t be that long before he was off to college leaving us with an empty next.  Kids grow up so fast these days.  “Yes, I’d be interested and probably so would Josh.  Where do you meet?”

     “Abe Pullman heads up the group.  He’s the manager of the Resort.  He lets us use two interconnected rooms.  Everyone kicks in ten bucks for refreshments,” said Charlie moaning slightly as Sister Winifred worked his sphincter with her fingers.

      “Consider me in,” I said.

      “Great, I’ll email you the time and date of our next meeting.  I don’t know about you but there is so much easy pussy in the Isles a man can fuck himself to death.  Occasionally, I need masculine guy sex.  Pussy’s great but there’s nothing like the feeling of a pair of muscular thighs driving a hard cock up your ass,” said Charlie.

      The training continued for another hour or so.  We went through all the standard positions from missionary to reverse cowgirl.  Since there were two Wilmot girls seeking to become acolytes I was invited back for subsequent training sessions.  I graciously accepted.

      I thought we were finished when Sister Winifred announced that the lesson was complete but Charlie had other ideas.  “You girls sit on the couch and get each other off while Bill and I thank Sister Winifred personally.

      There was something in the tone of his voice that caused his daughters to obey immediately.  Both girls took a seat on the couch and spread their legs overlapping one another.  Darlene licked her fingers then reached for Laurie’s sex.

      “Thank you, but that’s not necessary,” said Sister Wilmot busily packing up training materials.  The Lady of the Evening kit included three different sized butt plugs and a strap on harness with four models of dildos.

      “Sorry, Sister but all this training has gotten me horny and I need a piece of strange,” said Charlie sounding a trifle menacing.

      “I have other matters that require my attention,” said Sister Winifred.

      There are men who get off slapping women around and apparently Charlie Wilmot was one of them.  What I didn’t know but Charlie did was that Sister Winifred enjoyed a good slap especially if it was followed by rape role play.

       “You’re not going anywhere, Bitch,” said Charlie stepping to where he stood over the kneeling nun.  He reached down and grabbed her nipples and lifted. She whimpered and squirmed as he pulled her upright.

       There was a brief second when I was uncertain about Sister Winifred’s reaction.  Charlie Wilmot was among the first resident’s of Ave Maria Isles.  When I glanced over at Darlene and Laurie I saw that rather than being alarmed by their Dad’s behavior, they were turned on by it. 

       “Go ahead, Mr. Clausen, help Daddy rape the cunt,” said Darlene in a not too subtle hint about what was expected.

      I wasn’t a stranger to rape role play.  I took hold of the Sister’s hair using it to bend her head back while my hand brutally forced her jaw open.  She was looking directly in my eyes as I spit in her mouth.  The bitch wanted it.

      “That’s fucking hot,” said Darlene as she stuffed a dildo in her pussy.  Laurie was sucking on one dildo as she worked the other in her cunt.  Something told me it wasn’t the first time, they watched Daddy rape someone.  Maybe the lady whose portrait was above the mantle was into rape fantasies.

     I like a slow loving fuck as well as the next man but sometimes you need to cut loose and let it all hang out, especially when you’re with a female whose wants it that way.  Sister Winifred was no Jane Austen heroine, all good manners and gentility.

       I grabbed her hair and forced my lips against hers drawing blood.  My rape buddy was working on her nipples with his teeth as he slapped his hand into her vagina.

       “She needs to be taught a lesson,” said Charlie landing a vicious slap on the side of her breast. 

       “Let’s turn her ass red,” I said pulling her down across my lap.  Spanking is one of my turn ons.

       Charlie and I spanked her hot ass until it was as red as the hooker skirt we’d ripped off her.  But it didn’t cowl the bitch.  She kept screaming, “Harder,” each time we landed an open palm slap on her butt. 

        “Bottoms up,” yelled Charlie as we pulled Sister Winifred into a shoulder stand propping her against the couch. 

        It’s the perfect position for a vicious round of double penetration.  Both holes were pointed toward the ceiling.  Charlie pulled her sphincter open and spit down her butt hole.  I placed my rock hard cock at the entrance to her vagina and waited as Charlie worked his dick head past her anus.  I gave the signal and we crash dived.

       A very loud and satisfying scream resulted.  We fucked the bitch until we dumped our loads deep inside her.  She was crying and whimpering by the time we finished.

      Everybody was breathing heavy and exhausted.  Darlene and Laurie ended up in a torrid sixty nine forcing dildos in each other’s cunts as they sucked clits.  I lay there beside Charlie listening to Sister Winifred cry.  I found that very emotionally satisfying.  There is nothing quite so rewarding as listening to a raped female slowly crying over her brutal defilement.

     I began to think we had gone too far.  “Are you all right, Sister,” I asked.

     “Great, that was wonderful.  I’m relaxed from head to toe,” said Sister Winifred getting her act together.

     “Let’s all hit the shower.  Want to wash Daddy’s dick, Laurie?” asked Charlie.

     Darlene washed mine.  It had been a long day I reminded myself.  I’d suffered through the Stations of the Cross, fucked two girls in a chapel, trained a pair of acolytes and raped a nun.  I slept twelve hours when I got home.