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  THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST	
Prologue:  The Church of Holy Incest is impure fiction with
undeniable elements of truth about it.  You must be at least
eighteen to read it.  It would excite me to know to know that you
have taken off all of your clothes  to read this.  I want you to
cum gloriously and that is the point.  Please be sexy enough to
take the time to let me know. (<a
href="mailto:Bostbr101@aol.com">Bostbr101@aol.com</a>)
THE CURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By TANTRA
CHAPTER ONE

	I was just thirteen years old when I was introduced to The
Church of Eros and to Father Mulcahey and, as it turned out, it
became the most important event in my young life.   Within the
church I was to find, not only acceptance of the homosexual
life-style, but the encouragement to engage in it at will.  
Out of the blue my mother sat me down for a serious talk one day
after school and told me that she wanted me to join her church. 
She had become a member of a church just after she separated from
my father three months before. I thought, at the time, that maybe
it made sense for her to seek out some spiritual support in the
aftermath of a divorce, but it sure didn't apply to me. 
	If nothing else the church took too much of her time.  She would
go off to services on Sunday morning and not return until
mid-afternoon.  On Thursday and Friday evening she would be off
to church and not return until just before she had to go to work.
 My mother worked midnights as head nurse at a Boston hospital.
	I hated to see my mother get religious after so many years of my
taking pride in her sexiness.  She had had numerous affairs with
men over the years that even I knew about and which ultimately
led to the separation but since joining the Church of Eros and
even though she was now single, she never brought anyone home. 
You can Call me weird but I liked the idea of her fucking men. If
only my father could have found the same kind of sexual
excitement in allowing his wife fuck to other men they would
still be together. 
But now it was like she took to religion seriously. She still
looked as sexy, and, in fact, sexier.  I couldn't believe the way
she dressed for church.  She looked   like a hot blonde on the
make.  She was thirty-five years old and still had it.
	"Why in the world would I want to join a church?" I asked her. 
"We've never been religious before and I kind of liked it that
way."
	"Honey, it's a different kind of church," she said.  "Very
different.  And at first I thought  you were too young.  But now
you are thirteen and Father Mulcahey has convinced me that the
time is right for you.  Besides I see all the other children are
so happy with it, some of whom are much younger than you.  Anyway
I agreed to have Father Jim talk to you and I made an appointment
for this afternoon." 	
	If my father was so hell-bent on having a faithful wife, I
thought, he should have stuck around one more month.  It looked
like my mother's sexy days were over.  At least for now.
  Even though she never brought her boy-friends home, and even
though I was only twelve at the time, I was pretty much hip to
what was going on.  I heard my father on the phone talking to a
friend of his and saying that my mother had asked him to consider
swinging but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.  My father
taught Political Science at Harvard University and felt that a
loose life-style might not sit well the administration.  I heard
my mother tell him that it was ridiculous to think that way
because most academics were into sexual freedom in a big way.  I
heard her tell him that his real problem was that, even though he
was a wildly attractive man, for some reason he lacked the
self-confidence necessary for that kind of life style.
	So now I got to see my father every other week-end and he came
to all of my Pop Warner football games that fall and was proud of
my talent.  He had played for Harvard as an undersized running
back and was famous for his having scored three touchdowns
against Yale his junior year. 
	 Anyway my mother and I made the thirty mile drive to Grafton to
a building that looked more like the private school it once was.
It was set back in the woods on a forty acre campus and pretty
much away from, you might say, prying eyes.  The sign in front
announced boldly,  "The Church of Contemporary Science."  And in
smaller letters it said that the non-initiated should call for an
appointment and it gave a telephone number.
	A Sister Sarah greeted us at the door and, while she was
attractive, and young she also looked a trifle mannish.  Her
black hair was short and she was wearing a man's shirt and tie
with long pants.
	"So this is Stephen," she said.  "He's almost too pretty to be a
boy.  Are you absolutely sure he is a boy, Lydia?"
	I'd heard it before.  My Aunt Susan always called me a "near
Miss."  On the other hand I was the star running back on my Pop
Warner team and the high school coach had already been out to
scout me for next year.  There was really nothing effeminate
about me.
	The Sister led us to a small conference room that had four
lounge chairs in a circle, and, though I was expecting my mother
to sit in on the meeting, I was surprised to be left alone to
wait for the priest.  When the door next opened I was stunned at
the appearance of Father Jim.  He was really tall and very
handsome and had a smile that put me immediately at ease.  He was
dressed in a cassock and collar and looked as much like a priest
as anyone could.
	I stood up when he entered and we shook hands.  But instead of
letting go in the usual amount of time the priest continued to
hold my hand.  He was looking directly at me, eye to eye, while
he used a middle finger to gently trace a line along the palm of
my hand.  
	Then in a low almost whisper he said, "You are so beautiful,
Stephen, so very beautiful.  You surpass all of my
expectations."
	I started to erect. I couldn't believe it but this handsome
priest holding on to my hand and whispering to me was giving me
an erection.  He saw it, too.  He was looking at my crotch and
smiling.
	"Please sit down, Stephen.  This meeting won't take too long. I
believe I have some of my answers already."
	He thinks I'm queer, I thought.  He knows he gave me an erection
and he thinks I'm queer.  I glanced at my lap and couldn't miss
the obvious tent. But then I noticed something else, too, as he
sat across from me.  His cassock had a nice bulge, as well, to
the point that I wondered if he was wearing any underwear.
	Again in a quiet voice he said, "I would say that man to boy we
are going to get along very well, wouldn't you?"  
	He was one of those priests, I thought.  My mother had
unwittingly set me up with one of those boy loving priests. 
Well, I was at the age where my sex drive was in full bloom and
if this handsome priest wanted to give me a blow job who was I to
refuse. His secret would be safe with me.
	"Just what has your mother told you about the Church of Eros?"
he asked.
	"The Church of Eros?" I asked.  "The sign out front said
something else.  Something about science."
	"The sign out front is designed to dissuade the casual visitor
from going further.  Who would want to join a  church with such a
heavy name.   The actual title is the Church of Eros but for
obvious reasons It would be far too revealing to announce that to
the world."
	"Announce what to the world?
	"You see, Stephen, ours is a religion, alright, but a religion
that worships a sub-God.  We do not deny or affirm the one true
God that other religions worship.  We leave that up to them.  But
this church worships the sub-God, Eros.  Are you familiar with
the Greek God Eros?"  
	"Isn't he like Cupid or something?  Isn't he the one with the
bow and arrow?  Doesn't he shoot his arrow and make people fall
in love?"
	"That's very good, Stephen.  It's really remarkable that you
know this.  Cupid is the Roman version of the Greek god Eros. 
But Eros is much more erotic than Cupid.  In fact the word
"erotic"is derived from the god Eros.  Where Cupid is more
interested in causing people to fall in love, Eros is more
interested in instilling in people an ardent desire for sexual
pleasure.  Eros is actually the God of sexual desire.  Just think
about that for a moment.  He is the god of sexual desire. In
legend once struck with one of his arrows you are driven to seek
out and enjoy all manner of sexual pleasure. The arrows of Eros
don't always make you fall in love with one person, but far more
often they cause you to become addicted to sexual pleasure
itself.  In our church we welcome those arrows. We pray for them
to strike us and turn us on to sex."
	I stared at him in disbelief and at the same time I was becoming
very excited. My erection which had begun to subside was back in
force and I was beginning to sweat.  I couldn't really believe I
understood him correctly.  On the other hand it would explain why
my sexy mother was spending so much time away from home.
	"Are you saying that you pray for ............. Are you saying
that you are looking for ............."
	"Sex!" the priest said.  "Thank to the arrows of Eros, our
congregants want to have sex with each other."
	Suddenly everything made sense.  My sexy mother hadn't pulled in
her horns at all. She was flouting them.
	"What about the kids like me?"
	"You are included in those prayers."
	"So the kids have sex with each other, too?" This was almost too
good to be true, I thought. 
	"And the children have sex with the adults, as well."
	"But it's against the law, isn't it?"
	"That is why we conduct ourselves in utmost secrecy.  It is
against the law and we could all get in a lot of trouble if what
we do here became known.  But it is not against the law of Eros
or God, for that matter.  Once you are struck with the arrows of
Eros you will find yourself desiring every variety of sexual
pleasure.  Once Eros has you in his spell you will be unable to
resist the urges.  And that includes homosexual acts and family
love.
"When you say family love are you talking about..............
about incest?"
	"Yes."
	"You expect me to..........with my mother?"
	"Yes."
	"Does she want to do that with me?"
	"Yes. She joined the Church of Eros because she likes to have
sex with children as well as other adults.  She enjoys sex with
males as well as females."  He said it just like that straight
out.  "She wants to have sex with you.  You see the Church of
Eros believes that sex is God's special gift to men and women and
that incestuous sex helps bond families together.  Even though it
makes pals of parents it seems to work out better than the
authoritarian alternative.  We can prove that the family that
fucks together stays together."
	Even though I couldn't believe what I was hearing my cock was so
worked up I almost wanted to unzip my fly, take it out and start
jerking off.  My mother has been fucking other kids and not me. 
	"She's been a member of the church for a couple of months now,"
I said.  "How come she didn't bring this up before?"
	"She was afraid of how you would react. It is quite delicate
after all. She's been looking for signs that you had the sexual
interests I've been assuring her were common at your age.  But
with your football and everything she couldn't be sure. She's
been checking your computer to see if you were showing any of the
normal interest in sex.  She's probably been asking you some
questions, too."
	"Not too much.  Maybe she asked me   a few about girls. I have
been checking out sex sites a lot but she wouldn't have been able
see them.  I use a second identification with a different
password."
	"What kind of sex sites?"
	"Mostly stories.  But videos, too.  You learn more from the
stories than you do from the videos.  Nifty Alternative Sex
Stories is the one I use mostly."
	"To jerk off with," he said.
I had a fit of coughing that didn't want to quit.
	"Gay stories?" he asked.
	"They have everything not just gay," I finally managed to say. 
	"Do you like the gay stories?"
	"I like them all."
	"Which do you like best?"
	It was kind of a moment of truth.  And I trusted him enough to
answer him honestly.
	"I guess I like the gay stories the most. I get my most exciting
cums from the gay stories.  Does that mean I'm gay?"
	"At your age you are subject to change as you go along.  And
your interest is perfectly normal.  Have you ever had sex with
other boys?"
	"No, Father.  I have never had sex with anyone."
	"Would you like to have sex with other boys?"
	"Yes, Father.  With men, too."
	I could see he liked that answer.
	"Do you have a curiosity about sucking a cock?"
	"Yes, Father."
	"Is there anything else that you fantasize about?"
	I knew where this was headed and I could guess the answer he
wanted to hear.
	"I am curious about what it would be like to get fucked. I've
seen videos and the boys and men seem to enjoy getting fucked. 
From the looks on their faces the feeling is supposed to be pure
pleasure.  And in the stories they make it sound like it's the
most awesome of all the sexual experiences."
	"It is the most awesome feeling in the world.  I have found that
men and boys enjoy penetration more than women while the supreme
thrills for women are focused on the external stimulation of the
clitoris.  Do you know anything about that?"
	"A little."
 	 Brother Frank and I have a method of introducing boys to anal
sex that doesn't cause them any of the usual pain.   It takes a
lot of patience and a lot of time.  The initiation takes well
over an hour and it is pure pleasure from beginning to end. 
Would you like us to do that for you?"
	"I would like that very much.  When could we do it?" 
 	"Probably not tonight because your mother is anxious to make
love to you and I would thinkshe deserves some attention before
anything else."
	"Can I be honest, Father.  I can do it with my mother at home. 
I would much rather do something with you tonight if that's
possible. I guess you could say that right now I am in a mood for
guys."
	"What if we made it a threesome?  You know three is just the
right number for the best of sex.  You are not only engaged
yourself but you have the erotic stimuli of watching others. 
There is always the inclusion of homosexual sex that adds to the
excitement."
	"Can I ask you a question, Father?"
	"Go ahead."
	"Are you gay, too?"
	"I would have to say that I am.  Others would say that I'm
bisexual.  But my leanings are more to the homosexual side.  You
have to understand that when you are sexy like you and I we are
able to service both genders and that gay men, due to their
sensitivity and their desire to cause others to experience
pleasure, make the best lovers for women.  I know that I have a
minor difficulty in cumming when I am fucking a woman and that
when I want to cum I have to think about men.  So I can last and
last and some women need that time because they take longer to
orgasm."
	"Have you fucked my mother?"
	"Yes!" 
	I allowed myself to envision the two of them naked and together.
 "She's very sexy, isn't she?" I asked.
	"Very.  And she likes it all.  We have special nights during the
week.  Tuesday night is Gay night, Thursday night is for lesbians
only and Friday night is for bondage.  She loves it all."
	"She does it with girls, too?"
	"Yes." 
	"Wow.  I wouldn't believe that about my mother." 
  	"As you say she's very sexy. Next Sunday she has agreed to be
one of the presenters at services.  We have a new member named
Butch.  He is a three hundred pound black guy with a huge cock. 
It is the biggest I have ever seen. It could be as much as
thirteen inches and as thick as my forearm.  He told me that he
rarely meets a woman who can take it all so he has developed a
bunch of different positions to enable a female to take as much
of his cock as she can handle.  But your mother thinks she can
take it all and she is willing to get on top of the altar with
Butch next Sunday and give it a try.  It should be very
exciting."
	"Is that what you do at services?"
	"Services take a half an hour or less.  It consists of a few
short prayers and then a sexual demonstration of one sort or
another, to pay our respects to the power of Eros and to get
everyone in the mood for sex upstairs in the sex room.  The
demonstration might be something as charming as two pre-teen kids
fucking on the altar or as beautiful as having two Lesbians
scissoring each other.  I try to come up with something different
and erotic each week to get everyone in the mood.   The chapel
has no pews.  The congregation stands throughout.  They are
required to remain at least partially clothed throughout so they
don't get into a sexual frenzy that the confines of the chapel
couldn't handle.  We have found that panty-hose provides the best
balance of sexiness and practicality. There is a subliminal
symbolism in having everyone dressed alike."
	"Are you saying that the men wear panty-hose, too?"
	"Yes."
	"Like girls?"
	"Yes."
	"And do the women wear bras?"
	"No just the panty-hose."
	"You can see their tits?"
	"Yes.  And they are allowed to have crotchless  pantyhose if
they wish.  It's all very sexy. And they are allowed to lower
their very intimate underthings to above the knee or even to the
ground as long as they have the garment around at least one
ankle. They are allowed to play with themselves, but they can't
touch each other during services.  There is really nothing sexier
than a church full of congregants masturbating to our
presentation.  It fact the custom goes back to the early days of
the Catholic Church.  They felt periodical sexual orgies relieved
them of potentially troublesome urges and allowed them to live
their daily lives productively and without temptations."
	"Wow! This all sounds too good to be true. It's like all of the
sex things you wanted to do are suddenly okay.  It's like all of
a sudden your parents are saying that they want you to have sex.
It's all too good to be true."
	 "And we are talking about all kinds of sex.  We have found, for
whatever the reason, that , when you enter into a world of sexual
freedom,  there is natural gravitation toward a primary interest
in homosexual sex.  Do you find that idea exciting?"
	My voice was nowhere to be found.  I was trying to picture the
mother I knew doing any of this and, I had to admit I could.  My
cock was so hard it was painful.
	"You haven't answered me, Stephen.  Do you find it exciting?"
	"Yes," I finally blurted.  "You mean about the orgies.  Yes I
find it very exciting."
	"Including the homosexual sex?"
	"Yes.  Especially the homosexual sex!"
	"And you still haven't answered my question about having a
threesome with your mother."
	"As long as you're going to be with us it sounds okay.  I think
I need to see what it's like to suck a cock more than anything
else." 
	"I have an idea."
	"What's that, Father?"
	"I think I would like to start off with you doing a strip tease
for your mother.  I'll bet she hasn't seen your pretty cock since
you were little.  I'm thinking of a strip tease while she
masturbates."
	"Wow.  You are so sexy.  You want me to do a strip for her?""
	"Would you like to do that for her?"
	"I don't dance."
	"Strip dancing is related to sex. You don't have to be Fred
Astaire.  All you have to do is move sensually with the music as
you take off your clothes.  Just think about sex and the moves
will come naturally.  The more subtle the movement the better it
is."
	"You have sexy music?"
	"We have underground obscene music that we play at services."
	"Obscene?"
	"Yes, obscene.  Blunt, unadulterated lyrics with a pounding,
penetrating beat."
	"Wow!  Father!  How does a priest ever get to be so sexy?"
	"It is the influence of the god Eros."
	"What will I wear?  
"Your clothes will do fine.  I'm sure, in her mind, she has been
undressing you for months just the way you look right now.  Now
we are going to make those thoughts a reality." 
(Bostbr101@aol.com)  

 THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
      By Tantra
  CHAPTER TWO
	We came out to the lobby hand in hand, priest and boy, with me
presenting a tell-tale bulge that wouldn't go away.  Seeing my
mother, and how sexy she looked, I felt a renewed interest in
doing a three-way with her and Father Jim.  I would have both a
pussy and a cock to play with and what could be better than that?
 She even looked sexier now than she did an hour ago due, in
large part, to my new awareness of the sexual things she had been
doing.
	"We have a new convert, Lydia.  We should rejoice." Father Jim
said solemnly
	"I'm not surprised." She said.
	"Well if you're not surprised, Mom, what took you so long to
bring me here?"
	"Well, I was looking for signs that you were ready for it and
that you would be interested.  It is very touchy, after all, to
bring up the subject of free love to your thirteen year old son.
It could have been a disaster.   I knew you had a second call
sign in the computer and that was hopeful.  At least I knew that
you were looking at something you didn't want me to see.  I was
trying to get up the nerve to call you on it and demand that you
open it up and see what was on your mind.  But what convinced me
to go forward finally was seeing the other children at church and
how happy they were having sex.  I was sure you were no different
than them"
	"Wow!  I can't get over any of this."
	She came out of her chair to enfold me and her lips came
directly down on mine.  It was my first adult kiss.  Our mouths
came open and her tongue touched mine.  It was so electric.  We
clung to each other trading tongues and one of her hands found my
cock to fondle it.  I reached under her skirt for her pussy and
stroked the surface of silk panties before sliding inside to feel
the real thing.  I was feeling my own mother's pussy.  I was
tasting my own mother's tongue.  This was hardly the normal
mother and son thing to do. Or was it? Maybe it really was. We
were entering a new world and it was going to be so wonderful.  

	When we finally uncoupled my legs were weak.
	"Well your pretty boy comes as advertised," Father Jim said. 
"You can't look that much like a girl and not be attracted to
men.  Or the other way around."
	"He's gay?" she asked.
	"Happily so. And very sexy. But I am sure he will still be able
to make love to his mother, you don't have to be worried about
that.  How long has it been since you've seen his cock?"
	"Probably not since he was seven."
	"Well, why don't you sit down and we'll have Stephen do a strip
for you.  How does that sound."
	"It sounds like fun," she said.  "You want to do this right here
in the lobby?"
	"It's as good a place as any and it's really kind of cozy. 
Stephen, you'll want to take off your sneakers before you start.
It would be awkward to have to take the time to unlace shoes
during your dance. I am going to pick out a record just for you
and when you hear the lyrics you'll understand."
	Father left the room for a minute and in a few minutes we heard
the sexy, throbbing thumping beat of music being piped into the
lobby and probably to other parts of the building.   And it was
to play several strictly instrumental choruses before there was
any singing.  The beat of the music was hypnotic and I began to
sway with the beat.
	Father Jim returned to take a chair next to my mother's.  I kept
swaying and moving my pelvis in time with the beat.  My mother
hiked up her dress so that I could see her electric blue satin
panties and one hand slid up to play with the surface.  I
delicately ran fingers along my pants covered cock to emulate
her.  Father Jim's crotch began to rise again so I guess I was
doing it right. I slowly slipped my shirt up over my head, held
it out at arms' length and then tossed it at my mother.  I had
seen strip teases enough on the internet to know what to do and I
was into it.
	A chorus finally started to sing with the thumping beat.  
	"Do it. Do it. Do it.  Take off your clothes and do it.  You
know you need to do it.  You know you need to play.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it. You know it's fun to do it. You really
need to do it.  It's better if it's gay."
	Wow?  What sexy lyrics.  I felt sexy.  I was sexy.  And I knew
my mother was going to love my cock.  I slowly unbuckled my pants
and let them fall.  I was down to my white briefs.  My mother's
hand was now inside her panties and she had a slightly glazed
look on her face.  Father Jim was unbuttoning the buttons that
covered the crotch area of his cassock.  He had already removed
his collar.  His cock appeared and, for the first time, I was
looking at an adult erect prick.  It was so beautiful.  It was
much bigger than I thought it would be even on a large man, and
it was much prettier.  The circumcised helmet was a thing of
beauty and it was twice as large as the shaft that followed.  He
was idly playing with it and my mouth watered as I swayed with
the music.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it.  It's so much fun to do it.  It feels so
good to do it.  Get naked when you play."
	I turned my back to them and slowly lowered my briefs to just
above the knee.  I gave them a good view of my ass as it wiggled.
 Then I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart to let them see my
hole.  I was sure they could see my hanging balls, too, but my
upright cock was out of sight. 
	"Do it. Do it. Do it.  It's so naughty when you do it. You know
you love to do it.  It's better when it's gay."     
	I was going to raise my briefs and then turn around and tease. 
But then I decided to take them down and dance with my back to
them for several minutes while they waited with anticipation for
me for me to turn around and show it.  So I continued to dance
while they looked at my backside.  I looked down at my cock which
was totally rigid and pink and pretty and I knew they would love
it.  I was pretty sure that it was going to be a lot bigger than
they expected on a thirteen year old kid.
	And then I turned.  My mother gasped.  Her panties were now
hanging from one of her ankles and only her stroking fingers
denied me a full view of her gorgeous pussy.   Father Jim's big
beautiful cock was fully exposed and he was masturbating, too.  
	"Oh, My God!" My mother moaned.  "He's gorgeous.  It's gorgeous.
 Oh, My God!"
	Her pelvis rose out of the chair and I knew she was cumming. 
Her pelvis remained elevated through several more frantic "Oh, my
Gods" before she settled down.  Father Jim was still stroking and
so was I.  Then my mother slid down out of her chair and on to
the floor.  She spread her legs.  Her dress was hiked.  She was
still wearing her blouse but her naked pussy was an open
invitation for me.  I could see that the hair on her pussy was
trimmed to a thin blonde trail.  It was as pretty as anything I
had ever seen.
	"Come to me, sweetheart.  Come to your mother."
	I dropped between her splayed legs and she took hold of my cock
and guided it home.  I slid in with one move and I was buried to
the hilt.  Wow, it felt so good!  It felt so moist and warm and
good.  Father Jim was standing and unbuttoning his cassock his
rampant circumcised cock in full view.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it," went the music.  "Don't hesitate to do
it.  Everyone needs to do it.  It's better when it's gay."
	It might be better when it's gay and I was willing to buy into
that, but, for the moment the wet, warm sweetness of my mother's
pussy would do just fine.
	It took me exactly eight very sweet thrusts before I was
shooting my sperm deep inside her and I swear she came again
right along with me.  She was hot.  Our lips locked passionately.
 She was almost beside herself.
	"Next!" I heard Father Jim say.  And I slid out to make way for
the naked priest.         
  His big prick entered as easily as mine had and I watched as
they fucked in long, amorous thrusts, kissing, nuzzling and
touching tongues.  It took longer.  A lot longer!  And my mother
obviously needed a longer fuck.  They were like a familiar,
cheating couple in the way they fucked.  They rolled over without
separating until my mother was now on top. And she made the most
of it.  She raised and lowered herself in long, sensuous strokes
and her eyes were glazed over.  She was moaning aloud.  "I never
knew it could be like this.  It's so goooood.  It's so gooood."
	  She increased the pace and went crazy when she had her third
orgasm.   She gave Father Jim a long, grateful kiss before she
rolled off and located her panties.  I guessed that Father Jim
had not cum and when he looked expectantly at me I never
hesitated.   I knelt down beside him and reached for that
marvelous tool.  I was going to do it at last.  I was finally
going to know what it was like to put my mouth around a cock.  I
stroked it, kissed it, and cradled it against my cheek.  I made
love to it.  Finally I brought my mouth down to take in as much
as I could manage.  His big beautiful cock had the lemony flavor
of my mother's pussy.  I loved it so much.  I sucked and bobbed
and knew I had found my calling.  This was me.  I was meant for
it.  I was meant to suck cock.  I was gay and was very happy in
finally discovering it. 
Soon the object of my rapt desire began to swell and to promise a
pearly white reward.  Father Jim, estimating my passion
correctly, did not bother to warn. Even though I knew it was
coming the first blast of cum stunned me with its force.  It hit
the back of my throat like it was sand blasted.  The second and
third were just as forceful.  My mouth began to fill and it
seemed like the blasts of cum would never stop.  There was an
unusual non-duplicable taste to cum that was different than any
other taste on earth.  There was a strange and overpowering
strength to it.  It was like a salty tangy bleach and I knew I
was going to become addicted to it.   
	"Don't swallow until you kiss me, Sweetheart," he murmured.  
I continued to lick around the head of his cock until I was sure
there was no more cum to be had before crawling up to bring my
lips to his.  It was a man's kiss.  It was a man's arms that went
around me.  It was different. It was powerful, comforting,
loving.  And he used his tongue to extract his cum and to pass it
back and forth between us. 
I heard my mother murmur, "That was so beautiful.  Where did you
ever learn to suck cock like that, Stephen?  Whom have you been
seeing?"
I could not answer her because I was still lip-locked with my
beautiful priest.    Eventually, after a lengthy exchange of the
pearls, we swallowed.  I was oblivious to anyone else in the room
but when I came back to reality there was a young, very slim,
very good-looking black guy standing in the doorway and my mother
went over to wrap him in her arms. 
	"Brother Frank!" She said.  "I want you to meet my son, Stephen.
 You're going to love him."
(Bostbr101@aol.com)




THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
BY TANTRA
CHAPTER THREE
	Brother Frank was beautiful.  He was young.  He wasn't tall.  He
was black.  His slender legs were like a thoroughbred's and he
was wearing the shortest shorts I had ever seen.  And he was also
wearing a female's blouse, of all things, that tied at the
abdomen leaving his midriff bare.  He was obviously effeminate
and just as obviously gay.  As he came toward me he walked almost
gingerly as though he had a cock in his ass he didn't want to
slip out.  I wondered if I would be walking that way after I got
enough of what I was really looking for.
	But I liked him instantly.  I found him sexually  exciting.  And
I could tell he found me just as exciting.  He reeked of sex.
	"My, God, Lydia.  This is your son?  He is the most beautiful
boy I have ever seen!"
	He took hold of both of my hands and brought them round behind
me and closed his lips on mine.  Tongues again. Mmmmmmmmmmm. 
Tongues. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  In spite of my recent seeding of my
mother I was as erect as I had ever been in my life.  It was the
gayness I guess but he aroused me.
	He let go of my hands and dropped to his knees to fondle my cock
lovingly and to engulf it with his warm mouth.  It was the first
time my cock had been sucked and it was wonderful.  He was doing
something with his tongue that tickled.
	"Hold off on that, Frank," Father Jim said.  "You better save
that for later. I believe Lydia wants us to deflower Stephen
tonight."
	Reluctantly Frank removed his mouth.  "I love his beautiful cock
so much.  Just look at it."
	He gave it a loving kiss and stood up.  "Is that right, Lydia? 
You want Father Jim and I to initiate your beautiful boy
tonight?"
	"Now that's up to Stephen.  Honey, do you know what they are
talking about?"
	"Yes, Mom, I know what they mean and I want to do it."
	"You're sure?"
	"It's something I need to do."
	"We will keep him overnight, Lydia, and you will have to call
him in sick for school tomorrow.  When we give you your son back
to you tomorrow he will have been fully introduced to homosexual
sex."
	"I'm sure that's what he wants," she said.  "And I know I can
trust the two of you not to hurt him in any way."
	The beautiful Brother Frank was holding my hand as they
discussed things and he gave me an occasional squeeze and I did
the same to him.  I couldn't have been more excited.  My cock
could not have been stiffer than it was.
	After my mother left for home and work the two men led me first
to the chapel.  I was carrying my clothes and the equally naked
priest was carrying his cassock and collar..  The chapel was
larger than I expected and it had no pews.  I remembered Father
saying that the congregation stood for services.   A rope
delineated the separation from the area of an altar that was
lower than customary coming up to my waist and the marble top was
probably eight yards wide.   On the wall behind the altar was an
oil painting of a life-sized Eros naked and holding a bow at his
side.  His cock was flaccid and very small but beautiful.  He had
large wings and his slender body was slightly angled in a very
provocative way.  
	Have you told him what we do at services?" Brother Frank asked.
	"He knows and he approves," Father Jim said.
	"Well you couldn't ask for a sexier young boy.  How old is he?
	"He's thirteen," the priest said, eliciting a little murmur of
approval from the brother. 
	Next came the locker room just across the hall.  Each family had
a locker marked with their name and they pointed out the one
marked Haywood and had me hang my clothes inside.  And the priest
hung his cassock on one of the walls.  Brother Frank began to
strip and I found myself fascinated.  True to his style he was
wearing the briefest pair of white silk panties and at least half
of his very hard, pretty black cock was poking beyond the top. 
He left his panties on.  
The room itself had a cosmetic counter that ran the length of one
wall.
	"The women tend to wear their make-up garishly, and we really
want them to," Father Jim said.  "And you will find that even
some of the men will put on make-up for the services or sex
sessions.  There is something about the garish application of
make-up, men or women, that reeks of sex."    
	We had to climb a flight of stairs to the sex room which was
located on the second floor. It was a huge room.  It had
mattresses, covered with contoured sheets, strewn around one half
of the available floor.   The other half had series of small four
cornered tables with stools. Several couches aligned the near
wall. It had a long buffet bar at the far wall.  The rest rooms
had been combined into a unisex single by knocking out the
intervening wall.  And there were six small cubicles with
curtains at one end of the far wall for those who might be shy or
who might prefer more intimacy.
	"The tables double as fuck tables," said Frank.  By way of
demonstration he went over to one removed the stool and bent over
the table and wiggled his pantied ass for us.
	"They are perfect for standing fucks," Father Jim said. 
"Standing fucks give you the best leverage for penetration and
for rabbit fucking.  You can hear the slaps all around the room.
But the recipient needs to have support of some sort.  The table
is just high enough to lean on and the surface is just small
enough to allow him to kiss and feel the other guys around the
table."
	  Father Jim's soft, smooth voice was driving me crazy.  It was
unreal to me that a priest could discuss sex as though it was the
most natural thing to do.  It was as though the world had
suddenly changed and it would now be okay to take off your
clothes in public and fuck on the front lawn in front of everyone
like dogs.   
	"You'll notice that each mattress has a loop on one end." He
reached down grabbed one and dragged it over until it was flush
against one of the couches.  "The loop enables you to drag
mattresses easily over the linoleum floor.  You can bring several
mattresses together if you want to have enough space to form a
daisy chain for example.  When the sisters mop the floor they
have a hook to drag the mattresses without bending over.   As you
can imagine there is cum everywhere.  On Sunday or on Gay night
you will be walking around with cum leaking out of your pretty
boy pussy like everyone else."
	"Wow.  That's so sexy."    
	"We are going to start with a little sex before we work on your
pussy," Father Jim said. "We need to take the edge off our urges
because you are so beautiful we wouldn't have the patience to
take our time.  He then took both of my hands and went to one
knee.  "First of all, Stephen, let Brother Frank and I welcome
you to the  world of homosexuality.  From this day forward your
life will no longer be the same.  You will have enjoined a
practice of men pleasuring each other that goes back to the
beginning of time."
	My head was slightly above his and he pursed his lips with his
eyes half closed and I brought my lips down on his.  Brother
Frank came up behind me and reaching around began to play lightly
with my tits.  I reached behind me to feel his cock and to lower
his panties so I could feel more.
	Father Jim broke off the kiss to bring his attention to my now
hardening cock.  He ran his tongue the length of it and swirled
it across the top.  
	"It's so beautiful, Stephan.  I love it so much."
	We didn't seem to need signals.  Father Jim stood up as I
kneeled down.  I kissed his cock lovingly before I felt Brother
Frank's hands under my shoulders urging me to stand.  Brother
Frank's panties were on the floor, too.  I looked at his cock
which wasn't that much bigger than mine but beautiful in its
blackness.  It was black with a pink helmet.  I knew I was going
to be into black guys big time after tonight.
	The three of us moved to the mattress that Father Jim had moved
up against a couch.  And at his direction we flopped down.  We
got into a triangle and had to turn slightly on our sides to
offer and receive cock.   I was holding Brother Frank's beautiful
tool,  Father Jim had mine and Brother Frank had the priest's. 
And we all started to suck and fondle.  At one point we switched
and we had to do a complete reversal to wind up leaning on our
other side.  I was sucking Father Jim, Brother Frank was sucking
me, and Father Jim was sucking Brother Frank.  Father Jim was
right.  Three was just the right number to cover all of the
options. It was altogether pleasant.  It was altogether
thrilling.  It was a case of simultaneous giving and receiving
and with two super cocks to play with.  We switched at least four
times until Father Jim broke us up and sat up so that he was
using the couch as a back rest.  He splayed his legs out at a
forty-five degree angle.  He had Frank and I straddle each of his
legs and move closer in until all three pricks were touching.
	Father Jim enveloped the three cocks with both hands while Frank
and I wrapped our arms around each other and kissed.  Mmmmmmmmm.
It was ecstatic.  We traded tongues while our cocks rubbed and
nestled.  Mmmmmmmmmm.
	Then it was Frank's turn to manipulate while Father Jim and I
traded tongues. I was ecstatic.  Our cock s were making love to
each other and so were we.
 Then it was my turn to handle them.  It was like a game.  I
banged them together.   I nestled their heads. I used one cock to
rub under the helmets of the other two. The three cocks seemed to
have a life of their own.  They bowed and nestled and hugged like
they were little boys playing.  One black cock, one huge white
cock, and one smaller white cock all engaged in loving each
other.  I was manipulating the three of them in both hands when
Frank's began to spurt and shoot and spurt.  I was next to offer
up my cum gasping aloud at the pleasure.  Finally Father Jim cut
loose throwing cum in all directions.  The three of us used
fingers to scoop up the pearls and bring them to our mouths and
then went to round robin kissing to pass the pearls back and
forth before we swallowed. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Yummy.
  It was no longer a question of whether or not I was gay.  The
only question was how queer was I?  This was what I wanted.  This
was what I was meant to do.  I had truly and happily enjoined a
sexual artistry that went back centuries that was based on an
unabashed attraction to, and worship of, an erect rampant male
cock.  How could you not love it?  It was wonderful.
(Bostbr101@aol.com)



THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER FOUR
	It was time for my deflowering and I could hardly wait.  Father
Jim went off to get his suitcase full of toys from a closet
behind the bar and Brother Frank had me lie face down on the
mattress.  I had complete confidence that this would be done
without any appreciable pain.  And I already knew from the
internet that, after I was initiated that as long as I stayed
sexually active there would be no pain at all.  That is unless I
ran into someone who was larger than normal and even that would
be, at the outset a mixture of tolerable pain and pleasure.  I
had also seen survey after survey that indicated that 90% of gay
or bisexual men, having experienced both, would rather bottom
than top.  That told you something.   
When the priest returned the first thing to come out of the
toy-box was a bottle of baby oil and Brother Frank began to
spread it teasingly all over my back and arms.  The Vaseline came
next and I could feel Father Jim's fingers begin to play at the
hole of my pussy.  I felt totally relaxed.
	Brother Frank slid under my head so that his lap became a
pillow.  I could lay my head on it or turn slightly to kiss or
suck his cock when the mood hit me.  The Brother languidly rubbed
my neck and shoulders or ran his fingers through my hair. A
solitary finger began to probe my pussy. Nice! Very nice!  
One delicious finger became two.  I gently sucked Brother Frank's
cock as two fingers became three.  Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!
After I got used to the fingers Father Jim brought out a butt
plug which he showed me before beginning to insert it into my
pussy.  There was the slightest twinge of an ache at the outset
before my ass welcomed it gladly.   It was all very nice and
pleasurable.  The feeling of having something inside me was
pleasantly awesome.  I kissed Frank's cock as the plug was pushed
well up inside.  There were no marked retreats for the plug but,
rather, a series of nudges and holding in place. And Jim took
plenty of time.  
 I sucked a little more of that beautiful black cock.  The plug
was withdrawn leaving me with an empty yearning for more. 
Father Jim showed me a string of plastic balls that progressed in
size from one that was comparable to a marble on up to one about
twice the size of a golf ball.  They began to go in, one by one.
They took my breath away. I felt a twinge with the largest but
only a twinge. And when he got them all up inside he pushed them
back and forth, sometimes removing three balls and inserting them
back in. Sometimes it would be two.  One time it felt like it was
four balls that retreated before they deliciously returned. 
Mmmmmmmmmmm.  He took plenty of time.  When he finally removed
them, with a series of plops as they came out, it left my pussy
with an empty feeling that wanted them back in.  But I didn't
have to wait too long before my desires were answered.
   It was dildo time. Father Jim broke open a popper and had me
inhale it for a momentary high as he, first, introduced my pussy
to a thinner five inch dildo that went in easily.  It was
pleasure all the way.  It was really nice.  It was so good.  By
this time I was more than convinced that I was meant to be a
hot-assed boy whore.  It felt so good.    
When my dildo was taken away I got the same empty feeling but
took solace in knowing that there was a lot more to come.  I was
treated to the jolt of another popper and a larger and far
thicker seven inch dildo began to enter.  It was all good. I was
in heaven.  It felt especially pleasurable when it brushed my
hotspot well up inside.  Wow, that was really nice. This was
really hot.  
It took more than an hour.  "You are such a natural," Father Jim
said in his sexy croon.  "You even suck cock like you had years
of experience.  Even the way you moved your body when you
stripped for your mother was so sexy.  You are such a sexy boy. 
It would be such a waste of talent and beauty if you weren't
gay."
"I like being gay," I said.  "It is so great.  It is so much
fun."
"Now I am going to use a dildo that is every bit as big as my
cock."  And he let me take a look at it.  It was about eight
inches long and thicker than anything so far.  It had veins in it
like the real thing. "If you can take this you will have no
trouble taking mine," he said.
He brought out another popper for me to inhale and then began.  I
felt the slightest twinge at the very beginning.  It was not
enough to bother me probably due to the poppers.   The dildo
burrowed on in.  It went past the opening ring and in and in. 
Once it was fully lodged Father Jim left it there until I got
used to it.  I kissed Frank's cock and waited. 
It was just a nudge at the beginning then a few more
insinuations.  Then it was moving back and forth while I moaned
in pleasure. This was it.  Wow!  Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm. I loved it.
Really loved it.  This was me.
Finally my big dildo was taken away and I had that empty feeling
again.
"Are you ready for the real thing?" Father asked.
  	"Oh, boy, let's do it," I said.
Brother Frank went to a couch and sat down and beckoned me to
him.  He had me straddle him above his fully erect and beautiful
black cock.  And then he guided it home.  As I lowered myself
into his lap, inch after beautiful inch entered me lovingly and
the pleasure was enormous.  I was stunned by the heat of the real
thing. It was a red hot poker. Once we had it all the way in we
began with the slightest movement.  It was little more than a
series of nudges just like we had done with the dildo.  We locked
lips and nudged.  I realized that I was going to fall in love
over and over again with the men and boys that fucked me because,
at that moment, I was totally in love with Brother Frank.
But I had another lover, too.  Father Jim was kneeling on the
floor behind me and he was tall enough to reach around and
alternately play with my tits and stroke my cock.
We picked up the pace.  "So good!" I moaned. And now we were
fucking in earnest.  I was raising and lowering myself in
response to the pleasure I was feeling.  Father Jim was now
playing exclusively with my cock and picking up the pace.
"So good!  So good!  I love it. And now I'm going to cum!  Now I
am going to cum!  Oh, God  now I am going to cum!  Cuuumiiing!" 
My cum shot all over Brother Frank's chest and chin.  I felt his
sperm unloading deep inside me at the same exact moment.  We were
one.  We kissed long and hard as the glow subsided.  I began
scooping up my cum and feeding it to Brother Frank.  Father Jim
was now seated beside us and I fed him, too.  I got some of the
last of it for myself.  And for the second time that night we
traded sweet cum with kisses.  Mmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
"Good?" Father Jim finally asked 
 "Loved it."
"You're going to want to do it again?"
"Yes!  Again and again for as long as I live!" 
"But I think you've had enough for tonight, don't you?  As much
as I would love to fuck you I don't want to spoil a perfect
night."
"Oh, no, Father," I said.  "I need you to fuck me, too.  I need
it bad!"
"But you've just had a tremendous orgasm and you've lost your
edge."
"No, Father!  I know I am going to love the feeling of your big
cock inside me.  I really want it."
"Why don't we have a Coke at the bar to give you a chance to
recover and then we'll do it."
So we stood at the bar and had our Cokes.  We were all naked.  I
felt Frank's cock and he felt mine.  I felt Father Jim's erect
cock and he felt mine.  We smiled at each other.  
"This isn't too bad a way to have fun, is it?"  Brother Frank
said.
"It's the best," I said.
"Tuesday night is Gay night here at church and I go dressed in
girl's lingerie with a wig and make-up." Brother Frank said.  "A
few of the older guys do too.  It's very sexy.  But the rule is
that all of the boys sixteen and under come as girls. You wear
panties, stockings, heels, make-up the whole thing. You take a
girl's name for the night.  It's so sexy you won't believe it.
For that one night a week the young boys pretend to be real girls
fucking older men.  Of them all, Stephen, you would be the most
beautiful.  You could really pull it off.  You would really look
like a girl.  There are a lot of lip-stick coated cocks on gay
night.  Does that idea appeal to you?"
Wow, I thought.  I was trying to picture myself dressed like that
and I liked the idea a lot.  "It appeals to me a lot," I said. 
"You pick a girl's name and we make up a silver necklace with
your name on it so everyone knows what to call you."
"Stephanie," I said without hesitation.
"Of course, Stephanie," Frank said.
"Stephen, if anyone is made for it it's you," Father Jim said. 
"For that one night a week you will be a girl.  You will feel
like a girl putting out for men. You will feel so sexy you won't
believe it.  Once you slip onto a pair of panties or put on
lipstick you will know what we are talking about." 
"Did you ever do it, Father?"
"When I was your age I used to put on my sister's panties all the
time."
  "But how am I going to get here on Gay Night.  I don't have my
father to take me."
"We have other members that live in Cambridge.  We'll set it up
on Sunday for one of them to pick you up on Tuesday.  We can't
have you miss out on Gay Night, Stephen.  That's your kind of
thing.  I promise you that if you dress up you will be the hit of
the evening.  You will drive every man wild."
"What about the clothes?"
"Your mother will buy them for you. The mothers all like to do
that."
The idea was beginning to grow on me.  I would be a girl with a
cock.  It would be the best of both worlds.  And I heard Frank
say that a boy's pussy is far more thrilling than a girl's.  I
was erecting again at the thought of becoming a Stephanie for a
night.
"Look at this angel," Father Jim said.  "He's already ready for
more.  Do you want me to fuck you now, Beautiful?"
My answer was to purse my lips for him to bend over and meet
mine.  His answer was to take me by the hand and lead me to one
of the mattresses nearby.  He had me lie down on my back.  He
knelt down so that I could suck his cock back into a full
erection.  Frank had gone after the  Vaseline.  He coated the
priest's cock lavishly.  It was huge.  It was far thicker and
longer the Frank's.  Father Jim took my right leg and held it
aloft against his chest. He kissed my leg wetly.  My left leg was
sprawled outward and I was turned slightly to my left.  Father
Jim aimed his huge cock at my entrance and the head of it
burrowed inside.  It came up against the first ring and burrowed
on through.   Mmmmmmmmm. It was so delicious.  More of that
magical cock entered slowly.  Ecstasy!  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.The
pleasure was indescribable.    The pleasure was sheer agony.
"Wow.  This is so awesome," I said, as more of it went in. "I
really love doing this!" I said as the rest of it went in.  I was
so full of cock I felt completely stretched.  It felt like it was
all the way up past my stomach.   Mmmmmmmmmmm.   Why kid around,
I loved it.
Father Jim began to fuck slowly still holding my leg aloft and
occasionally kissing it. His pelvis was moving back and forth as
we fucked.  Then he took the leg and put it on his shoulder and
reached down to get my other leg up on his other shoulder.  He
leaned into me pushing my legs back toward me as he got into
position to really fuck me good. Mmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmm.  Mmmmmmm. 
Mmmmmmmmmmm.  Please tell me what could be greater than this.  It
was unadulterated ecstasy.  It was nothing but pure pleasure.  It
was Brother Frank who reached for my cock to play with it. 
Father Jim had moved in snugly in an upright position between my
legs and began to move in and out with short, quick, rolling
rabbit-like thrusts.    I looked down but could no longer see
parts of his cock his thrusts were so short and rolling.  But the
feeling was awesome.  I basked in it.   In and out!  In and out!
In and out! Wow!   Mmmmmmmm.  Father Jim really knew how to
fuck.
This time my cum was little more than a large amount of tiny
pellets that flew everywhere but the feeling was just as intense
as anything I ever felt in my life.  Father Jim simply moaned as
he shot his seed deep inside me.  He brought his lips down on
mine.  We kissed for the longest time.  Now I was in love with
Father Jim.  It was hard to make up my mind. 
(Bostbr191@aol.com)
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
BY TANTRA
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up in the middle of the night in bed by myself and
completely naked. I felt some wetness beneath me where cum had
been leaking out of my butt.  There was a digital clock that said
it was three in the morning and I had a vague recollection of
being carried in the strong arms of a naked Father Jim.  I
remembered a kiss when my head hit the pillow and little else.  I
was in a private room at the church.
I lay there thinking about the few hours before and found it hard
to reconcile it with reality.  At seven o'clock the night before
I had been a curious virgin with no realistic expectation of
sexual adventures but, thanks to my mother, I had been ushered
into a new world of complete sexual license. I had managed to do
every conceivable sexual act in a matter of a few hours.
And just before I dozed off I had been given a small gold ring to
wear on my left pinky.  Brother Frank has brought in a tray of
them in order to find one that fit. My mother was wearing a ring
just like it, although I never made the connection.
"Welcome to the Church of Eros, Stephen.  You will recognize our
members by their ring."
Brother Frank told me that before Mass, Father Jim and the
Sisters screened the visiting in order to head off any casual
visitor to services.  Could you imagine the shock if they walked
in on a masturbating congregation dressed only in pantyhose while
some couple  was fornicating on the altar?  
My ring was still there. There was an ache in my butt to remind
me of my loss of virginity but it also gave me a strong desire
for more of the same. It had been so great.  It had exceeded all
of my hopes and expectations.  I wondered if I would ever be able
to look at a male again without my eyes going straight to his
crotch, without wanting the guy's cock up my pussy.     Would the
kids at school be able to tell that I had turned gay?  If I
continued to fuck as much as I wanted would I evolve into an
obvious fem like Brother Frank?  And would I care if I did?
I dozed off again and when I woke up next one of the nuns was at
the door holding a neat pile of my clothes that had been washed
and dried.  
"Up and at em, Stephen," she said.  "I'm Sister Louise.  It's ten
o'clock and we have breakfast waiting for you.  Go get yourself a
nice shower and head down to the dining room.  I will be driving
you home after you have breakfast."
The dining room was large and had a series of wooden benches with
attached seats of the kind you would see in a park.  It was more
practical than fancy.  There was a buffet bar with eggs, bacon
and fruit and two of the nuns were attending it.  I was to learn
later that there were four nuns and Brother Frank who lived at
the church with Father Jim and who took care of the cleaning and
cooking.  I was to learn later that the church tithed  its
members requiring ten percent of their earnings but the members
obviously felt that membership in a church that offered  sex made
it well worth the price.
There were at least six families at different tables, all of them
smiling with their eyes turned toward me as I entered walking
gingerly. It was like everyone knew the reason for my careful
gait.  It was possible, too,  that they had been told by Father
Jim or someone, but they all seemed to look on approvingly as I
smiled back at them.  If they felt that good about my
indoctrination, well so did I.
I had hardly retrieved my breakfast and sat down when one boy who
couldn't have been more than nine peeled away from a table nearby
and came over to me.  He was very cute.  His jet black hair came
to his shoulders and he had bright blue eyes to go with a peaches
and cream complexion.  His parents were smiling at me as they
watched him approach me.
"Hi," he said.  "I'm Jimmy Welch."
"Hi, Jimmy.  I'm Stephen Hayward."
"We think you're pretty," he said.
"I think you're pretty, too."
"My father and I would like to spend some time with you if you
would like."
"You mean today?"  I looked over to the other table and both
parents were smiling broadly.
"Yes today.  Right after we finish breakfast. They kept me out of
school because they were in the mood for a 'noonie.'  They
brought me here to make someone happy."
"I would really like to, Jimmy, but Sister Louise is going to be
taking me home right after breakfast so I really can't."
I looked over to where Jimmy's father sat and I could see that he
was a very athletic looking man in his early forties with hair
the same color as his son's and a thin mustache to go with it. 
He gave me a wink and a smile and I felt a tingle deep in my
anus. I knew I could easily be turning into an out of control boy
whore I wanted to get fucked again so badly.
"Can we plan to get together on Sunday?" I asked.
"Will you promise me that you will do something with us on
Sunday?"
"I promise.  It will be you, your father and me right after
services."
  "Would you like to see my cock?"
 "You mean right here, right now?"
"Sure.  I like to expose myself in front of people.  My Dad says
I am an exhibitionist.  If I go to a public rest room I like to
make sure that everyone gets a chance to see my cock.  And my
father goes right along with it.  He thinks it's a lot of fun."
"Are you sure it's okay to do that here?"
"Everyone says I have a cute cock and no one ever complains when
I show it."
"How old are you, Jimmy?"
"I'll be ten in August."
"Well if you think no one is going to complain I would like to
see it."
He was in full view of everyone in the room but he never
hesitated.  I expected him to open his fly and stick it out but
instead he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor and
stepped out of them.  He was wearing sexy thongs that one would
never expect to see on a nine year old.  I looked around and just
like Jimmy had predicted the onlookers including his parents were
smiling. He lowered the thongs to just above the knee and his
nearly four inch very hard little cock sprung to full attention.
It was uncircumcised.  The helmet was barely peeking out from its
sheathe.  I could see why everyone was happy to see it exposed.
It was as adorable as its sexy little owner.  Two or three of the
diners even applauded. 
"You're really beautiful, Jimmy.  I really appreciate your
showing me."  And I wasn't lying.  I could have dropped to my
knees and gone after that cock if we weren't so much in public.
"Would you like to touch it? He asked.
I looked around and sensed that no one was going to object to
that either.  So I did.  I ran my fingers along the length of the
shaft.  I cupped his little balls which were about the size of
marbles.  I pulled back the sheathe to release the pink helmet. 
I stroked his cock up and down.
One of the men from the nearest table appeared at our side.  He
was around six-foot but very husky and broad. The neckline of his
sports shirt revealed a heavy mat of black and gray hair.  He was
probably around sixty years old.
"I'm John Willlard," he said, "and you can call me John."
"Stephen," I said, shaking his extended hand.
"Why don't you go from table to table and give us all a chance to
feel your cock, Jimmy," he said.  "I'm not sure it is within the
rules for the dining room but I am sure no one is going to
object."
Jimmy smiled up at him.  "Okay."
"Technically I believe that the dining room is off limits for
this sort of thing," he said to me, "but no one ever said so.  So
maybe you would like to join Jimmy and give everyone a feel of
your cock, too.  How about it?"
John was what the sex sites would call a 'Bear' and, even though
I never thought that I would be attracted to that particular
type, I was very attracted to him.    Again I found myself
looking at his crotch and imagining what his cock would feel
like.   I looked around and everyone was smiling and I thought
that maybe letting them see and feel my cock would be a generous
thing to do.  Maybe I could turn out to be exhibitionist, too. 
So I unbuckled my pants.  I even took off my shirt.  I took my
briefs completely off and this time there was far more than a
scattering of applause.
Following my example Jimmy got rid of his shirt and thongs and
together we went from table to table starting at opposite ends
while everyone played with our cocks.  There were six families at
different tables.  There were Jimmy's parents for openers. One
couple had two pre-teen, skinny but pretty girls.  One couple had
a boy and a girl about my age.  The others had no children with
them at all.
I would let each of them feel me and look at my cock before I
pursed my lips for an open-mouthed kiss.  And while we were
kissing I would feel them.  I reached under dresses and inside
panties.  If the women were wearing slacks I let my hand enter
from the waist.  With men I unzipped flies and brought out their
cocks and fondled them.
I felt up the two young girls while their parents looked on
smiling.  Both of their pussies were as hairless as the day they
were born.   I did the same with the young boy and girl. 
I finally got to big John and could hardly wait to get his cock
out and play with it.  As one might expect his pubic hair was
gray and copious.  His cock was about the same length as mine but
twice as thick.  I brought our two cocks together and held them
in both hands.  I rubbed them around and up and down.  It was
nice.  My pursed lips were an invitation he couldn't refuse and
he bowed to kiss me.  It was very, very nice.  He was like a
father although way different from mine. My father was a pretty
boy while this guy was a warm huggable bear.  When we finally
broke off the kiss he offered a suggestion.
"Stephen, why don't you and Jimmy move over there to the empty
area and  get down on the floor in a sixty-nine while we males
form a circle around you and jerk off over you?  Do you think you
would like that?"
Jimmy was nodding his head eagerly. "Count me in," he said with a
flushed face.
"And Jimmy will keep your cum in his mouth to mix with the cum we
remove from your little bodies and we can all partake of a glass
of our combine cum. How does that sound?"
Wow, this guy was sexy beyond words!
Jimmy and I moved to an area between the tables and the buffet
counter and we got down on the floor.  I found myself face to
face with little Jimmy's beautiful little cock.   We became
surrounded by a stark naked circle of men and boys with their
hard cocks in hand.  I was conscious of the fact that the women
were undressing and moving off to another area to do their thing
although I couldn't see them.  In the midst of the madness my
rapt attention was drawn to Jimmy's gorgeous little cock. 
I took hold of it.  I kissed it and swallowed it whole.   I made
love to it. And he did the same thing to mine.  I was not
surprised to feel how expert little Jimmy was.  Even though he
was only nine years old he was every bit as good as Father Jim at
sucking cock.  It didn't take long with his expertise for me to
come to the brink.  Just before I came I felt the first assault
of cum from above us. I knew that Jimmy was having his dry cum
from his thrusts into my mouth.  Then it began raining cum. 
Jimmy and I were getting covered with it.  At that moment I
joined the crowd, filling little Jimmy's mouth with mine.  I
looked up to see Jimmy's father just as he spurted and some of
his cum landed in my right eye and stung a little.
 Jimmy kept my cum in his mouth until big John  placed  a goblet
under his chin allowing to allow him to deposit the pearls.  John
then used a spoon to scoop up the cum that was on Jimmy's back
and neck and add it to the glass.   John got down on his knees
next to me and carefully removed the pearls from various parts of
me.  When he stood up the glass was filled to the brim.  He used
the spoon to carefully blend the contents.  He had Jimmy and I
stand up to join the circle. 
John raised the glass aloft and said aloud "To the good God
Eros."  He stuck his tongue in the glass to stir the contents and
relish the taste before coming away with a smattering that he
readily swallowed.  The glass passed to Jimmy's father and he
inserted his tongue to relish the taste before coming away with a
nice amount of the pearly white blend.  The concoction was a
blend of every man and boy in the circle who was old enough to
contribute.  When it got to me I stuck my tongue into the pearly
contents to taste it before taking a delicious sip being careful
to make sure that there was enough left for the remaining
participants.
And there was.  The glass wound up back with the sexy John and he
drained the last of it before licking the residue clean.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm.  Mmmmm.  Mmmmmmmm.   How sexy that old guy was, I
thought!  How nice he seemed to be. His torso and arms were
covered with graying hair.  I stared at his cock which was now
flaccid. It was short and thick and I was most definitely very
interested in it.  He saw me staring at it and smiled.
  I managed to tear my eyes away from the old guy who had my
interest to see what the girls were up to and saw that they had a
circle of their own.  They were all down on the floor in a daisy
chain.  Heads were buried between legs in a completed round
robin.  Louise had drawn one of the skinny, but pretty
pre-teeners to ravish and, while still naked, little Jimmy and I
went over to get a closer look.  The orgasms began to blossom one
after the other with audible moans and pelvises rising.  Mmmm.
Mmmmm.  Mmmmmmm.
"Lesbian sex is nice, too, isn't it?"  Jimmy said. 
"Very nice." I said.
	"Tonight is lesbian night so I guess they are getting a head
start."
	"Thanks to you, Jimmy.  You got everyone turned on."
	"You like John, don't you?  I see the way you look at him."
	"For some reason he really turns me on.  I didn't think I would
go for hairy bears but he gets to me."
	"We've done it," Jimmy said.  "He's really great.  He's a
tit-tickler.  He likes to give you bear hugs and tickle your
tits."
	"What have you done with him?"
	Jimmy blushed.  "I guess there is no other way to put it.  He's
fucked me.  He is boy lover like my father."
	"Did you like it?"
	"He was wonderful."
	I looked over to where John was retrieving his clothes and again
he kept looking back at me and smiling.  It was a smile that went
right through me.  I knew I wanted him to fuck me in the worst
way.
	The girls were beginning to separate and stand up offering as
much variety to tits and pussies as we guys do with cocks. 
Everyone started looking for their clothes.
	Louise was at my side.  "Get dressed, Stephen, we are running
late, now, and I've got a bunch of errands to do in Boston after
I drop you off.
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER SIX

"Did you have fun?" Louise asked when we were finally in her car
and headed out into the street.
"Do you mean just now or last night, too."
"Well how about both?"
"I've never been so happy in my life.  This whole thing has been
a wonderful dream."
"I'm glad because you are a very sexy boy and you are an asset to
the church. Of all of our boys you, more than anyone else,
personifies Eros himself.  Without the arrows you have the unique
ability to really turn people on."
"You mean that?"
"I mean that."
"Well thank you, Sister Louise.  I really hope you're right
because I love what we are doing." 
 After we rode along in silence for a while I said, "Tell me
about John," I said.
"You like him don't you?  Everyone does."
"For some reason he really turns me on."
"His name is John Willard and he's a millionaire.  He owns the
building.  And he likes boys."
"The church building?  I thought Father Jim owned the building."
   	"No, John Willard owns it.  It used to be Elliot Academy but
it closed down four years ago.  So John came up with the idea of
a school for gay boys with a gay faculty and you can see what he
had in mind. He was negotiating with the Ellliot Estate to
purchase the building, when he ran into Father Mulcahey at a gay
club in Boston.
	"Father Mulcahey had been studying to be a Catholic priest and
was taking Theology at Catholic University in Washington.  He was
within a year of getting ordained when he got caught having sex
with another seminarian and was asked to leave.  That's when he
ran into John.
	"Father Jim pointed out a number of problems with trying to run
a school for solely gay students.  You would have to find a way
to contact parents with gay kids who responded to the idea of
having their children put in a school that is tolerant of their
separateness.    Then you had to make sure he kids got at least
an adequate education along with the fringe benefits they would
enjoy in being in the company of other gay kids.  You would be
subject to state and county supervision.  You had to meet
accreditation standards.   There were all kinds of hurdles. 
"Then when John got drunk enough he mentioned to Jim that he was
the product of an incestuous family and that he in turn had
continued the practice with his own family the answer was right
in front of them.  Taking into consideration Jim's background a
church could be a natural!  They could have a church that
encouraged sex within families."
	"Wow!" I said.  "It sounds so sexy."
	"And the best of it was that they were not likely to encounter
authorities looking over their shoulder since there was a natural
inclination not to pry into religions.  People either had their
own religion or they wanted no part of being converted.  So, as
long as everyone kept their mouths shut we could have all sorts
of fun."
	"How did they find so many families to form a church."
	"First of all the practice of incest is more widespread than
most people realize and we are able to find each other on the
internet.  But to answer your question we started with family
nudist camps and it went from there.  Nudists will tell you that
nudism has nothing to do with sex and they want you to believe
that.  But, of course, that's a lie.  Let's face it, you can't be
wandering around some cozy cabin with no clothes on and looking
at your naked kids and have them looking at you without touching
and, once touching, start to feel.  This is what happened to
me."
	"Your family was nudist?"
 	"I was ten when my parents took us to a camp one summer for two
weeks.  By the end of the first day I was in bed with my legs
spread and my mother holding my hands and kissing me. My father
was taking my cherry."
	"Did you want him to do that?"
	"Boy did I ever.  After a whole day of looking at naked boys and
girls and hearing about the sex they were having I was hot as a
firecracker."
	"That's the way I feel right now." I said.
	"My brother slept with my mother and I slept with Dad.  The next
night I slept with my mother and my brother slept with Dad.  The
next night a childless couple came to dinner.  We had invited
them before we had started having sex and we were sorry we had
because it looked like a night without sex.  But it turned out to
be the best.  We three girls wound up in the bedroom and the
three guys got together in the living room and it was great. 
That night my brother Bruce got fucked for the first time.   The
men took turns."
	"Did he like it?" 
 "He's twenty-four now and it's still his thing."
"That's what I want.  That's what I like to hear.  Are they
members of the church?"
"My parents live in Colorado now but they visit occasionally. 
Bruce moved back to Boston just to be with the church.  You'll
get to meet him."
"I want to meet him.  And I want to be with John."
"I'm sure John is just as interested in you.  He's practically
exclusively into young boys and you will find he is a wonderful
fuck.  You will notice on Sunday that all of the young boys will
be tripping all over themselves trying to get John to romance
them.  He's that good. "
"You said he practiced incest.  Where is his family?"
"John is not young.  His wife went down in a plane flying out of
Boston years ago when the boys were small.  He raised four boys
alone.  They are all gay and living in San Francisco.  John
visits them on a regular basis.  But John is strictly into young
boys and his sons are well out of his age interest now." 
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Are you a lesbian?"
"I consider myself a lesbian, but every once in a while I feel an
urgent need to have a man's cock in me. That's typical of femme
Lesbians. Growing up I spent most of my time with my mother and
her girlfriends.    Before I found the church I found that
unsophisticated guys have clumsy ways of turning me off when they
make their moves.  They can be so pathetically desperate. On the
other hand all a girl has to do is look at me in that certain way
and my panties get wet.  Given a choice I am more into pussies
and tits than cocks. So I would have to say that I am a
lesbian."
"I'm the same way about men. But, thanks to my mother, I am
confident I know how to make women cum and if I liked them enough
I'm sure I would want to do it for them."
"Exactly!  Sometime I am going to figure out why it is that when
you become truly bisexual that homosexual sex is always more
exciting.  It might be because it is still forbidden fruit in
most minds.  Or it might be because you are compatible with your
own gender on so many other levels."
"I started out looking at sex sites and, almost accidentally got
caught up in watching men and boys.  It triggered an interest I
didn't know I had.   At first I was drawn to videos of girls
doing it together.  But little by little it was sex between men
that intrigued me even more.  My interest in sucking a cock began
to grow."
"With me it was at that nudist camp.   As soon as we got out of
our clothes my mother started me with my first birth control pill
so I knew that they had it planned from the beginning.  Before
the afternoon was over, in talking with the other kids around the
camp, my brother and I had a clear picture of what was going on.
 What surprised me was the incest. I didn't tell you but the
fourth or fifth day we were invited to a party where four
families had gotten together.  I fell head over heels for a
sixteen year old redhead and she became my primary lover for the
whole two weeks.  Even when we had other girls we were
together."
"How about your brother?"
"He played the field.  He was into getting fucked by older men. 
That was his deal and he never looked back." 
When we got to my house Louise gave me a very sexy kiss.  "Some
time you and I will have to get together for a threesome with
your mother. She is really hot!"
I had a feeling that my mother was going to be naked when I got
in the door but instead she was dressed in shorts and blouse.
"How's my little man? Did everything go alright?"
"It was wonderful, Mom.  You can't believe how great they were."
'Are you sore at all?  Can you use some ointment in your little
pussy?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
"You want to check out my ............"
"Your pussy, honey.  Now that it's available for cock I consider
it your boy pussy.  Why don't I check it out and see if it is
irritated."
I had a pretty good idea that this was going to lead to sex but I
knew I would be up to it, especially if she sucked me first.  So
I unbuckled my shorts and turned around and slid them down to the
floor.  Then I lowered my briefs.  She got down on one knee and
used her fingers to spread the cheeks."
"It looks fine," she said.  And to my surprise she used her
tongue to give it a couple of pleasurable licks.  "You realize
that when a boy is sexually active in that way that you can tell,
don't you?  Unless he abstains for a few months his hole stays at
least a little dilated.  So, when you are showering at school, be
careful about bending over where anyone can see."
"What about the doctor?"
"He'll know.  But then he is used to such things and he is bound
to confidence.  It's the other boys at school you have to be
careful about."
"I've decided that I am not going out for football next year when
I get to high school.  From now on sex is going to be my sport."
"You like it that much."
"Oh, Mother, you don't have any idea."
"Oh, but I understand it completely.  You are going to be like a
bride on a honeymoon for the next week or two.  You will be able
to think of nothing else.  You will be in a daze for a while. 
And then you will snap out of it.  The urge for sex will rear up
maybe two times a week, maybe three.  But then you will go back
to being normal.  I even expect your grades to improve because
you will have a clear mind."
"Mom, do you know John Willard?"
"Everyone knows John.  Did he make love to you?"
"Not yet, but I want him to.  I like him a lot."
"As a mother I couldn't wish for a better person for you to be
with.  Now do you know what day this is?"
"Thursday."
"And do you know what takes place on Thursday?"
"It's Lesbian night."
"Even though it's my favorite night I will be perfectly happy to
stay home with you if you feel the need for attention."
"If that's your favorite night does that mean you are a
lesbian?"
"Primarily."
"I'm glad, Mom.  And I want you to go to church and be with the
girls.  We've got plenty of time for us."
"Thank you, sweetheart. You know that I love you with all my
heart."
And I love you, too.  And, Mom?"
"Yes, honey."
"I'm glad you are a lesbian." 
	(Bostbr101@aol.com)
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
BY TANTRA
CHAPTER SEVEN
On Sunday I was out of bed like a shot.  This would be my first
all-out orgy and I could hardly wait.  My weekend had gone
quickly.  I had gone to school on Friday and walked around in a
near daze.  All I could think about was getting laid.  I tried
not to stare at crotches or to visualize different boys naked. 
But I was in a daze.  One kid even asked me what I was smiling
about when I didn't even know I was smiling.
My mother had skipped bondage night and we had ourselves a nice
fuck.  We dozed off to sleep and woke up in the middle of the
night to do it again.  She gave me a lengthy lesson on eating
pussy and told me I was a natural.  I was beginning to believe
that sex was my real talent.
My mother was off on Friday and Saturday night but on Saturday
she thought it best to abstain since she was to be a presenter on
Sunday and she was going to be taking on, or rather, in, big
Butch.
"From now on, on my nights at home, we'll be sleeping in the same
bed like husband and wife," she said.
But now on Sunday morning I was on pins and needles. As soon as I
was showered I unpackaged the panty-hose that my mother had
bought for me.  I slipped into and stood in front of the mirror.
They were so sexy.  My erection stretched the front of them
obscenely.  I did a turn-around to check the way my ass so nicely
formed the textured material.  It took at least ten minutes for
my uncooperative cock to subside enough to put on my shorts.  I
was all dressed and it was only eight-thirty.
My mother hadn't even gotten up.  When I went to her room she
languidly stretched and yawned.  I couldn't believe how calm she
was with the prospect of fucking Butch in front of nearly two
hundred people.  She was wearing a see-through baby doll and
white panties.
"Aren't you nervous at all?" I asked.
"A little," she admitted.  "But at the same time I am looking
forward to it.  I didn't tell anyone but one time I fucked a guy
who was every bit as big as Butch. He was a friend of your father
and another Professor at Harvard. He made some foolish excuse to
drop by the house when your father was working and you were in
school.  I can tell you the pleasure was enormous.  If he had
asked me to leave your father and run off with him I would have
done it in a heartbeat. Of course that was before I got into
girls." 
"Suppose Dad had said it was okay for you to keep on fucking
him?"
"Then that would have been different.  But your father is a
stick-in-the-mud if there ever was one. Tom and I got together
again at an educational convention in Las Vegas while your father
was attending meetings.  But we got caught coming out of my room
and he got fired.  The University didn't go for that kind of
thing."
"Did Dad find out about it?"
"It was all over Harvard.  And once the talk started, the girls
who knew, let everyone know about the size of Tom Woods cock.
Your father just packed up and left without an argument.   In
spite of being publicly embarrassed he had the courage to
continue on with the University I'll say that for him.  I think
that most people who knew about Tom Woods could hardly blame your
father for not keeping me happy."
"So you know you will be able to handle Butch."
"I would be very surprised if I couldn't.  And I'll tell you
something else.  Size really doesn't matter for the most part
except when it comes to a cock that is incredibly large.  Then
it's a whole different experience.  You are so filled with cock
that the pleasure is beyond description.  There are only two
things left on earth, your pussy and that cock.  For the next
three days you walk around aching for the missing cock that's no
longer inside you."
"I know that feeling," I said.
"Are you hungry for cock, sweetheart?  I am going to have to get
a strap-on dildo so I can help you out when you get desperate."
"I'd like that," I said.  "That would be nice."
 "You know they want me to put on something sexy so Butch can
undress me but they left it up to me.  What do you think I should
wear?"
"I think the baby doll you are wearing would be perfect.  But no
panties.  High heels and plenty of mascara.  Your make-up should
make you look like sex-hungry whore on the make."
"See how sexy you are, Stephen?  You have a sense about it.  You
really are a natural.  You are Eros personified and you don't
need a bow and arrow.  Your imagination will turn people on just
like Father Jim's." 
When we arrived at the church it was a half-hour before the
services were to begin.  Mother was whisked away to a private
dressing room and I had to stand around and wait for the locker
room to open.  They deliberately gave us just enough time to
undress so that we wouldn't succumb to temptation and get into
sex before services.  And you can imagine how that could happen
when you have sexually dressed men, women, and children all in
the same room.   Brother Frank and Sister Sarah were present to
make sure things didn't get out of hand.
While I stood waiting for the doors to open I was looking around
for big John.  Cute little Jimmy Welch came up to shyly take my
hand.  I remembered that I had promised to play with him and his
father and it was a promise I didn't mind keeping.
But when John Willard finally arrived I was beside myself with
excitement.  John didn't seem to have seen me at first.  Then I
saw Jimmy's father approach John with their backs to us.  Jimmy's
father, who, by the way is named Ron, said something to John that
caused John to look over his shoulder to stare at us.  He saw me
and smiled and waved.  I nearly melted.
 He and Ron immediately threaded their way through the gathered
to come to us.  It was Ron who spoke first. 
 "I told John that I sensed from the other day that Stephen was
quite taken with John and that maybe the four of us together
would be more to his liking."
I couldn't help myself.  I ran the few steps over to Ron and
threw my arms around him.
"Easy," he said.  "It was obvious to everyone the other day that
you had fallen completely in love with John."
What a thoughtful, nice thing to do, I thought.  I was turning
red and could hardly bring myself to look at John until I felt
his hand on my shoulder.  He leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"You understand that I am going to have to do things with Jimmy
first, Stevie.  We can't have a father and son doing things
together on Sunday that they can do with each other the rest of
the week.  But I certainly want to make out with you, too."
I nodded because my voice was nowhere to be found.
The doors to the locker room opened and we all crowded in and I
couldn't get to my locker right away. People began to undress. 
Men, women, boys and girls all started taking their clothes off
next to each other and it was something to see.  I noticed that
those of us who were blocked from our lockers took off their
clothes where they were standing right down to their panty-hose
so that all they had to do was toss their clothes in the locker.
So I did the same.   I was standing next to a tall, slender boy
of around seventeen and a mid-teen, very pretty girl with
burgeoning tits.  We were holding our clothes, waiting for a path
to our lockers and smiling at each other.
We were getting nice views of tits, asses and cock bulges as the
outer clothes came away.  While each gender had its beauty I
found I preferred the sleeker males to the broader females but
that was me.  I also noticed that there were a few black families
present with outstanding asses especially on the younger boys. 
A  couple and their very young son exited giving me access to my
locker and I stashed my clothes less carefully than I should. 
When   I turned around I found several people watching me and
smiling including the teen age boy who had every reason to have
gone on to chapel.
"Very nice," he said to me, as I approached.  "Do you like
boys?"
"Are we allowed to kiss in here?" I asked.
"You're not supposed to but let's do it anyway."
He bent down to bring his tongue to mine and raised me up on my
toes.  Wow.  I felt his hand on my cock and I reached out to
fondle his.  I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was Brother Frank
wearing lipstick.  Mmmmmmmmmmm.  He looked so sexy.
"Stephen, Stephen, what are we going to do with you.  You get
everyone so turned on.  Ralph, you know the rules.  Now let's get
on to chapel."
The chapel was right across the hall and my true love John was
waiting for me.  He and Ralph shook hands and we went inside. 
You had to unhook the rope to enter the public area and everyone
was so crowded together that bodies were touching.  John stood
behind Ralph and me and put his arms around our shoulders.  I
wondered if Ralph had done things with John, and in a whisper,
decided to ask.
"We like each other," Ralph whispered.  "But he is strictly into
young boys. I am too old for him."       
Music started to come at us through a public address system the
same kind of sexy, throbbing beat that accompanied my strip.  The
congregation began to sway in unison.
"Boys and girls do naughty things when no one is around.  Boys
will stick their cocks inside and pound and pound and pound.
"And pound and pound and pound.  And pound and pound.
"Boys and girls do naughty things when no one is around."
I looked up at the painting of Eros on the wall and studied it. 
It was the body of a young boy.  I studied the long slender legs
and the pert little cock.  I could understand how men went big
for young boys like me.  And the best part of it was that when
you grew up it was your turn to seek out young boys yourself.  I
decided that of all the sexual combinations that were possible,
the bond between older men and young boys might be the very best.
 I put my hand on top of John's and squeezed.
The music ended and Father Jim entered with two altar boys.  The
altar boys had surpluses but no cassocks.   Instead they were
wearing panty-hose down below like the rest of us and their
abdomens were naughtily naked..  They took places at either end
of the altar while Father Jim climbed up to the pulpit.  He was
resplendent in a long white cassock with a blue cape and sash.  
"Good morning Ladies, Gentlemen, Boys and Girls," he said when
the music was cut off, "may the arrows of Eros pierce each and
every one of you and arouse your desires to give and receive the
pleasures of carnal love."
"Amen" we responded.
  "In the spirit of Eros may you have the generosity of spirit to
ensure that all of your brothers and sisters find the sexual
happiness and joy they seek."
"Amen."
"In the pursuit of sexual gratification may we see men lie down
with women, men lie down with other men and women lie down with
other women."
"Amen!" 
"In the true spirit of our God, Eros, may we ensure that our
children experience the pleasures of sex with each other and with
adults. 
"Amen."
I gave John's hand another squeeze.
"Brothers and Sisters we are going to have a special presentation
this morning of which we believe Eros would approve.   Most of
you have seen if you have not met one of our newer members, Butch
Harrison.  If you have seen him you would have found it difficult
not to notice his most outstanding asset."
The crowd reacted with murmurs and giggles.
"Butch would you come out here please?"
Butch came into the room stark naked to stand in front of the
altar, causing startled gasps from the men as well as the women
and including me.  His cock was beyond anyone's imagination.  In
its flaccid state it hung down nearly to his knees.  If length
weren't enough it was as thick as John's forearm.  Butch was over
six foot tall and weighed around 270 pounds probably.  He had a
large gut and a big smile. And the thought of my mother getting
fucked by him had me fully erect.
"Now some of you ladies, I am sure, have tried to get all of that
inside you and all, as far as I have been told, have had to
settle for less.  We can all understand why."
There was more nervous laughter.
"Now most of you know Lydia Haywood.  She is a very beautiful,
hot mother of one.  Her son Stephen is here this morning to watch
his mother do her best to insert this monster inside her pussy.
Stephen, will you please come forward."
   I was caught by surprise.  John's arm came off my shoulder and
I felt him give me a little push.  Red-faced I made my way to the
front of the altar.  One of the altar boys came forward to take
me by the hand and lead me to a spot behind the altar where there
was a small platform that would put me above the action on the
altar. It had a waist-high rail to insure that I didn't fall off.
 When I got up there everyone applauded.
"Isn't he beautiful?  And for those of you men and boys who might
be interested he's very gay."  
The applause was even louder. I was totally erect and there was
nothing I could do about it. My hosiery had become obscenely
extended.  If I wasn't outed to  my schoolmates and acquaintances
I  certainly had been outed here.  There was more applause I
guessed for my hardon that told them that I was turned on by what
was about to take place.
"And now, Lydia, would you please come forward."
My mother appeared in her baby doll with her pussy partially
veiled just below it.  She wore stockings and high heels and her
mascara was heavy to the point that she looked like lust itself.
Her eye shadow was bold and purple.  Her lipstick was broad and
thick.  Just her face alone would cause cocks to stiffen.  She
had become the sultry, sinful temptress in a house of worship.
In her heels she clacked on over to Butch and took hold of his
hand.
"Don't they make a lovely couple?" Father Jim asked in his deep
croon.  "Black and white.  He, so exceptionally endowed and she
willing and eager to take it on.  Or should I say in'."
More laughter.
They looked at each other smiling and  brought their lips
together in a long, lathering kiss.  There was more applause. 
She reached for his cock and her hand looked very white and small
as she fondled it into life.  The big black cock began to expand
and the congregation was mesmerized by it .  They broke the kiss
and she led him to sit on the altar before she knelt down and
took the huge head of it into her mouth causing he cheeks to
bulge. The big black cock continued to swell  until, by the time
she released it, it was standing long in all of its glory.  It
was an ebony thing of beauty, although too heavy to stand tall. 
Its enormous length sagged slightly.   
	Although I knew that Butch was way beyond anything I could
handle at either end I knew I was into black guys big time. 
Black cocks just turned me on and apparently my mother, too.
  My mother stood to kick off her shoes and Butch lifted her baby
doll over her head exposing her beautiful tits.  She had that
glazed look that comes over her when she gets hot.  She kept her
stockings on.
Butch laid back on the altar and moved around to get comfortable
with his big black cock standing incredibly tall.  My little
platform was an extension of the altar and so close that I was
standing over them.  My mother moved to straddle him and had to
stand in a crouch to get high enough get on top of it.  She began
to lower herself slowly and had at least three inches inside her
before she was able to get her knees fully down on the altar. 
Her eyes were glazed over and she was moaning.  There was more
applause.
I had to rearrange my panty-hose and allow head of my cock to
stick out of the top.  There was no other way to contain it.
"God, this is wonderful!" my mother yelled and there was more
applause. Several more inches of black cock disappeared.  "Oh,
baby!  Oh, Baby!  So good!"  She moaned.
Inch by succeeding inch went inside until she had finally taken
it all.  When she bottomed out her head fell forward and she
brought her tongue down to meet Butch's.  
Their extended tongues diddled with each other.
"Do you like it, baby?"  Butch crooned loud enough for the
audience to hear.
"I love it, Butch, darling.  I love it!"
All around the room the panty-hose came down.  Under the rule you
had to, at the very least, keep them around your ankles so that
you were technically clothed.  I did just that.  I joined the
room full of masturbating madness.  Big Butch was bouncing my
mother all over the place.  She was like a row boat in a squall
bouncing around and screaming her head off.  Father Jim undid the
buttons that covered his crotch, brought his raging cock full
out.  He was beating away as madly as the rest of us.  My cum
began to fly and flew all over the fucking couple, the stark
white of it contrasting with the ebony black of Butch's leg.  Cum
was flying out from the congregation and some of them were on
their knees screaming.  Butch unloaded deep, deep inside my
mother and you could hear him in Boston. 
It took several minutes for the wildness to ebb.  My mother and
Butch were still embraced and kissing each other with passion. 
When my mother finally rolled off of Butch with his cum seeping
from her pussy, Father Jim's voice was heard again.
"Lydia, why don't you spread your pussy and show us the
dilation?"
 She did exactly that.  She laid back on Butch's tummy and spread
her legs.  I couldn't see it from where I was but it drew a
thunderous round of applause.
Butch spotted the trail of my cum on his leg and reached down to
scoop it up and bring it to his mouth. He looked up at me, winked
and smiled.
"Nice," he said.  "Very nice."  From what they said Butch was
strictly heterosexual but I took that as a sign of hope.  There
was no way he could fuck me and I doubted I could get enough of
that cock into my mouth to matter.  But then there was frot.  I
would love to get my cock up next to his and play. I would love
to hold that beautiful black cock against mine. Now that would be
nice.


THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
BY TANTRA
CHAPTER EIGHT
We all had returned to the locker room to get rid of our
panty-hose and now everyone was completely naked.  There were
five of us males climbing the stairs to the sex room and I wasn't
sure how this was all going to sort out.  There was little Jimmy,
his father Ron, the teen-aged Ralph, John Willard and me.  Jimmy
was holding my hand and squeezing it.
"I love you," he said earnestly as he squeezed my hand and looked
at me with those big blue eyes.
When we reached the room there was a horde of people standing
around in small groups looking the field over.  They had to stand
in the spaces between the scattered mattresses.   Everyone was
looking for something or someone different but no one was sure
who they would wind up with.  But all were eager and open to
suggestion.  Not all of them were classically beautiful but all
of them in their nakedness were sexy and desirable.
There was a buffet all set up on the long table with chicken
wings, shrimp and punch but it appeared that most of the crowd
wanted to get at least one session of sex out of the way before
they ate. Once again it was John who took charge of us.
	"Stephen , how would you like to be 'Lucky Pierre'?"
	"What's Lucky Pierre," I asked.
	"When three guys fuck at the same time the guy in the middle
gets to fuck and be fucked.  He becomes Lucky Pierre."
	I threw my arms around John and kissed him ardently.  I needed
to get fucked in the worst way.
	When we broke it off he added, "We can use one of the fuck
tables and do it standing.   You can fuck Jimmy and I will fuck
you." 
	"That's so awesome," I said.  I had yet to fuck anyone yet and
fucking little Jimmy would be so good.
	"That leaves Ron and Ralph together," John said.
	"That's okay for starters," Ralph said.  "But I would like to
fuck Stephen next."
	"Would it be okay if we joined them at the fuck table and maybe
I could fuck you?" Jimmy's father asked Ralph.
	"Perfect!" Ralph said.
We moved first to the lubrication table with cocks wobbling.  It
had several jars of Vaseline and various other lubricants.  Jimmy
lubricated his pussy and I had to do both my cock and pussy. 
Then we moved to one of the fuck tables.  One couple was already
there.  A white guy had just positioned himself offering his
backside to a tall, handsome, well-built black guy and I got a
glimpse of his sleek black cock just before it made entry.
Jimmy leaned over the table and spread his thin little legs and I
slid into him without any problem at all.  It was heaven.  I
liked it.  It was, I had to admit, even more thrilling than my
mother's pussy.  Then I felt John's wonderful cock slip into me.
Ecstasy!  His cock was possibly not as long as mine but it had a
thickness that took my breath away.
Ralph moved in on Jimmy's right and soon he had Jimmy's father's
cock right where he wanted it. The three heads over the table
touched tongues.  Jimmy put his little arms over the shoulders of
the two.  We fucked in a smooth synchronization.
I didn't want to cum too soon and tried to distract myself by
looking around the room as we fucked.  But it wasn't like
counting backwards or thinking about baseball. There was too much
sexual stimuli and it wasn't helping me to prolong the
inevitable.   Still I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sexual
goings-on.  Several wide-eyed teen age girls were being fucked by
older men.  My mother had somehow separated from the over-endowed
Butch and was stretched out and lip-locked with some big-titted
teen-aged girl.   There were several male-female adult couplings,
undoubtedly with people to whom they were not married. It was
beautiful to see.  But, as Father Jim had said, most of the
activity was homosexual.  Women and girls were getting it on
together everywhere and nearly all of the young boys seemed to be
linked up with older men.   
Then I saw a completely naked Father Jim coming our way with an
equally naked young boy about Jimmy's age.  Both had cocks in
full majesty and the priest's literally shone with lubrication. 
The young kid leaned over our table and Father Jim came in behind
him and drove his cock home.   The young kid's mouth fell open
with an inadvertent "Oohhh!"  Then he smiled before his tongue
came out and he brought his face forward to meet the kisses of
those around him.  
There was a loud slap, slap, slap as the sleek black guy really
hammered the white guy who was yelling "Yes! Yes! Yes!" at the
top of his lungs. 
I had been playing with Jimmy's cock as we fucked and I felt him
remove my hand and begin to do himself, a sure sign that he was
getting ready to cum. 
That did it for me.  I felt Jimmy's tight ass contract around my
cock as he felt the throes of a dry cum and, with a loud moan, I
blasted off inside him.  Then I felt John's cum blasting up
inside me.  It couldn't have been more perfect.  Our orgasms were
virtually simultaneous. It was so good.  It was cum number one in
an orgy.   I really was Lucky Pierre.  I was the luckiest boy in
the world.
We relaxed as our cocks began to wilt and watched the action in
front of us.  The white guy turned around and he and the sleek
black guy embraced.  Little Jimmy turned around to hug me and our
open mouths locked up.  John was lightly playing with my tits and
kissing the back of my head.  Ron poured the coals into the
teen-aged Ralph and the cum came pouring out of Ralph's untouched
cock to puddle on the floor.
It was left to the little kid with Father Jim and we watched them
as the kid, too went over the top with his shrill, high-pitched
shrieks.  It was all so beautiful.
I loved the intimacy of the fuck table.  If you were getting
fucked you could lock lips with other guys who were getting
fucked. You could reach the cocks of the guys on either side. And
it put you in a nice standing position which gave the fucker the
leverage to really pour it on.  Nice.
	John wrapped the two of us in his big arms and whispered.  "You
were so great.  My sweet little boys!"
(bostbr101@aol.com)





THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
BY TANTRA
CHAPTER NINE
	On Monday after school my mother took me to Boston and to
Victoria's Secrets to buy my lingerie for Gay night.
"Let's have some fun," she said.  "We could give the girls the
impression that I was buying the unmentionables for your sister
but it would be so much sexier if we just came out and said they
were for you.  It would blow their minds.  And I will make you a
bet that one of the girls tries to contact me afterward."
"But you can only fool around with members of the church," I
said.
"Actually oral sex with females is allowed because you cannot
easily transmit diseases.  But maybe we can make us a convert or
two for the church.  The point is that being sexy is fun.  So
let's have some fun."
And that's the way we played it.  My mother picked out a sales
girl she thought was particularly sexy and we stalled around
until she became available.  She looked to be about twenty and
she was wearing a satin mini dress that clung to her and did
little to diminish opportunities to see what was underneath. 
When she raised her arms at one point to adjust the bra on a
dummy we could see her shapely derriere clad in pink panties. 
Her jet black hair was short and in a page-boy.  She walked in a
slinky way with her pelvis thrust forward and her leggy legs
reaching out like a thoroughbred horse.  Her violet eyes were so
large that she looked like a Keane painting.
"This is my son, Stephen," my mother said.  "He's gay.  And he
likes to dress.  So we are looking for some very exciting
underthings." 
In spite of her obvious sophistication the girl audibly gasped.
She stared at me for several seconds while I smiled at her.  "Of,
course," she said. "Of course!  He is exceptionally pretty for a
boy.  And I think it's very admirable that you have given him
your complete support.  So many parents take such a dim view of
ho................  Of ................"
"Homosexuality," my mother said.  "Well it was a little less
difficult for me because I like girls."
The violet eyes blinked several times while our sales girl tried
to find some way back to earth.  Finally she managed to find a
way to begin.
"I'm Wendy." She almost blurted.
"Lydia," my mother said and held the girl's hand for several
seconds.
"So you would like to look at some lingerie?" Wendy said with her
eyes fixed on me. 
 "Why don't we start with the panties." My mother said.  "He's
going to want something that will be as brief as possible and
still contain his cock, which I might add is unusually large for
his age.   When it is erect it is nearly as large as his
father's." 
I thought the sales girl was going to pass out.  She stumbled a
bit before her slinky gait led the way to a bin of a counter that
contained a casual scattering of sexually themed panties. Behind
her back my mother smiled at me and winked and mouthed the word,
"Fun".  
"I think you will find exactly what you want here," she said. 
"Please take your time and when you find something just signal
me."   
She was gone. She couldn't wait  to tell some of the other girls
what was happening and soon we had almost the entire sales crew
stealing glances at us.  They would know that we were both queer
and that my mother knew the size of my cock.  That was enough to
get their collective bloods boiling.  I should have been
embarrassed beyond words but I wasn't.  I had become so
comfortable with being gay that I would have gladly got on the
loudspeaker and let everyone in the mall know.
My mother would pick out a pair of panties and hold them aloft
for me to see.  Then, for the benefit of the onlookers she would
align them with my crotch.  She came up with a pair of pink
panties that I really liked.  They were tiny and had a dash of
embroidered flowers on the crotch.  We concurred on the selection
and mother signaled the girl to join us.
"May I ask how old Stephen is?" The girl got up the nerve to
ask.
"He's thirteen.  It could be that when he gets older he will
discover girls but right now all he is interested in are men and
boys."
The girl fell into a fit of coughing.  When she finally recovered
she said, "Well he's certainly pretty enough to be a girl."
"He hears that a lot," Mother said, "and if you and I dress him
like a girl it will make him even more attractive to men, don't
you think?"
She started to answer but nothing came out.  After a couple of
swallows she said to me, "Is that what you want, Stephen?  Do you
want to be attractive to men?"
"I'm gay," I said.  "So I want to be able to attract men."
"Are you talking about grown men?"
"I'm not saying that I have fun with them, because it's against
the law. But I'm not saying I don't.  What do you think?"  I gave
her my cutest smile.  
"I think you do," she said.  "I'm sure they must find you
irresistible."
"Do you have corsets?" my mother interjected.
"Corsets?"
"Well we could go with a training bra just to cover his tits.  I
wouldn't want to have one that was padded.  It would be sexier to
just have a flat bra that covered his tits.  Maybe it could be a
see-through flat bra.  On the other hand a corset would leave his
tits exposed and push them up a little bit for effect.  He has
very pretty tits."
"Maam, if I may say so, you seem to like the idea of your boy
dressing up."
"I do a lot," my mother said.  "I find it very sexy, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess I do."
"I purposely picked you to wait on us, Wendy, because you looked
sexy.  Sexy people are on a different wave length when it comes
to things like this."
"Thank you, Lydia" she said.  "And I do find all of this very
sexy and I'm glad you picked me to wait on you."
"Are your panties at least a little bit wet?"
"Now that you ask they are a lot wet."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Engaged?"
"No."
"I find you very attractive," my mother said in a throaty voice.
"And I find you very attractive."
My mother went to her purse and produced a business card. 
"Please call me," she said.
"You can count on it," the girl said.
My mother found a pink corset that she wrapped around me for
appraisal.
"May I make a suggestion, Lydia?"  Wendy asked.
"Surely."
"I think your selection is perfect but your colors are wrong. 
Instead of pink panties I think they should be black lace.  We
want a black garter belt with black nylon stockings.  The corset
should be bright red."
"Wendy you are so sexy.  You see, Stephen, how really sexy people
know?"
We made the changes and I got more excited every minute.  When
Wendy held up the black lace panties I had to reach down to make
the familiar adjustment and the girl smiled ear to ear when she
saw me do it.  They picked out a pair of shoes for me that were
red and had four inch heels.
My mother suggested that I use one of the curtained dressing
rooms to try everything on. I couldn't wait.  Once inside I took
all of my clothes off I put on the panties first.  I was totally
erect and there was no way the panties could contain my cock so I
opted for sticking out the side.   It turned out to be the only
disillusion to what was otherwise a beautiful, sexy girl in
lingerie.
"Stephen," I heard my mother say from just outside the curtain,
"why don't you step outside and show us how you look?"
"Mom, I can't do that because I'm not completely covered."
"You're hard," she said.
"Yes,"
"Would it be alright if Wendy and I stepped inside?"
"Yes."
And they did.   I knew I looked like a sexy teen-age she-male and
I knew they liked it. The sales girl's face was a bright red but
she was very eager.  And they both stared at the nearly six inch
cock that could not be contained.   My mother reached out to take
it in her hand to stroke it lightly.  Then she turned her
attention to Wendy.
"Do you like to suck cock?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Well go ahead and give it a few sucks.  I am sure that Stephen
won't mind. 
Wendy looked at my mother first and then at me as though to make
certain it was all okay.  Then she knelt down on the hard floor.
I lowered my panties to my knees and she placed a hand on each of
my thighs and brought her lips down over my cock.  Her head began
to bob as she sucked and swirled.  She was good at it.
"So good!  So very good!" I said.
"You may as well keep going," my mother said.  "He's about ready
to cum."
There was no "let me know" from Wendy.  She wanted it.   And she
got it.  In a matter of seconds I was filling her eager mouth
with cum.  It was all so nicely done.   A drop or two of excess
cum christened my new panties that were strung around my legs
just below the knees.  And that was nice, too.  
Wendy stood up and kissed my mother full on the lips.  There was
an exchange of cum that did not include me.  Both girls had to
use the mirror to restore their lipstick while I changed back
into my regular clothes.
  When we cashed out Wendy whispered, "Does your beautiful son
fuck girls at all?" 
"Absolutely!" My mother said.  "You can take my word for it. 
We'll make it a threesome." 	







THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
   CHAPTER TEN
On the previous Sunday after my spin as Lucky Pierre we had
lunch.  Big John and little Jimmy went with me to the unisex
bathroom a mixed assortment of naked men, women and children, all
crowded in to do their business and wash their hands, and, in
many cases, use paper towels to remove cum from faces and chests.
 Jimmy and I were seeping cum deliciously from our enlarged holes
every step of the way.
 We filled our plates with chicken wings and shrimp and,
coincidentally wound up at the same table we had used to make
love on shortly before.  We had to take care not to slip on the
cum- soaked floor. 
"I would have loved to stick around and have another session with
you, Stephen," John said, "But Brother Frank, Ron Welch and I
have an important cocktail hour and dinner with the Boston
Chapter of Nambla, later.  Do you happen to know what Nambla
is?"
"No." 
"It's the North American Man-Boy Lover's Association.  We meet to
discuss ways and means to enable young boys looking for men to
contact us.  Most people don't realize how many young boys,
particularly gay boys, are anxious to find older men with whom to
have sex.  Nambla believes that the most natural and bonding of
all of the sexual relationships is that between adult men and
young boys.  Would you agree with that?"
"Very much so." I said. "Do you take boys to the meeting?"
"We can't quite pull that off without getting arrested.  But I do
use these meetings to recruit for the church.  If I find, for
example, that a man is having relations with his son or sons than
it is a natural even if the wife is not yet included in the
incest.  Later we try to find a way to seduce her usually by
using another female."
"Wow!  So nice!"
"A lot of times the fathers are not including their sons in their
sex with young boys, even though they would like to.  But it is
delicate.  So we help them out by seducing their sons for them if
they would like us to do that."
"How do you do that?"
"Ron, Frank or I arrange to be introduced to them as a long-time
friend of their father.  What I do is slip them a folded note
when I get a chance and the father makes sure that I get that
chance.  I tell them that they should open it in private when
they are alone or they might be embarrassed.  The note tells them
that the matter is confidential between them and me and not to
discuss it with their father or it might end our friendship.
"What does the note say."
"It says that, thanks to the internet, interest in bi-sexual sex
is increasing among young boys.  They are no longer interested in
limiting their sexual adventures to just girls.  I personally
know a lot of boys your age who would be very interested in
someone as sexy as you.  If you think you would like to meet them
call me at and I include my telephone number.  If you aren't
really interested at this time then that's okay, too.  Simply
tear up the note and just be friends."
"Wow!  That's so neat.  I notice you didn't mention gay."
"You're very observant.  Most boys prior to experiencing
homosexuality are deathly afraid of being queer."
"That was the way it was with me, too.  Now I would be willing to
fly a banner over Boston letting everybody know."
"Well you're still in school and I would strongly recommend that
you remain in the closet."
"What happens if the boy doesn't call?"
"If they show the note to their father he is carefully instructed
not to over-act.  He is to tell them that he is not exactly
surprised at John because very sexual people tend to think
everyone else is turned on to the same things as them. The father
is instructed to say his friend probably wrongly sensed that you
had the same feelings he did.  "I'll tell him to knock it off. 
But John is right about one thing, though. There is a growing
trend toward bi-sexuality among young boys."  And leave it at
that.  
Once the kid senses a level of tolerance in his father it will
give him food for thought.
"I'm sure."
"Which brings us to you and Jimmy."  Jimmy stopped wolfing his
wings to look up expectantly.  
"Us"
At our last meeting a month ago I dropped a note on one boy who
is fourteen and who is a high school football player like you,
Stephen."
"Grade school," I said, and I am thinking about giving up
football when I get to High school.  I'd rather make sex my
sport."
John smiled at me.  "After you get through the early stages of
your new sex life and settle down you will want to include other
activities in your life.  Football can get you a college
scholarship.  Sex won't."
"Maybe," I said.
"I would like to arrange for the boy to come to my house next
Friday.  He will ask his father for permission to sleep over at a
friend's house not knowing that his father is wise. I would like
you and Jimmy to be there.  We will have a little party for the
boy.  He knows that he will be meeting a couple of boys who play
around with boys. His name is Sean and he is black."
"Mmmmmmmmm.  That sounds good to me."
"Me, too," said Jimmy. "Dibs on his first fuck."
"I figure that two pretty little boys like you guys won't
intimidate him and, in fact, will really turn him on.  But you
are going to have to use your skills to seduce him.  I figure
that if we can get him into an opening romp and he likes it we
will spring his big surprise."
"His father is going to show up," I said.
"We are going to give Sean the time to experience gay sex and
think about it a bit.  And if all goes well his father is
scheduled to ring the bell at exactly eight o'clock.
"Wow, super," I said.  "Another black guy."
"Whose name is Avis, by the way."
"And, one thing more."
"Yes."
"I should tell you that when Sean first read my note he showed it
to his father and tore it up in front of him.  But them a few
days later he went to recover the scraps and had a tough time
piecing the phone number together.  Something told his Dad not to
empty the basket.  He had to empty parts of the basket during the
week to keep it from overflowing but he made sure that the scraps
of my note remained.  It tells you that Avis had a real sense
that Sean had tendencies."
"Who is picking him up at his house?" I asked.
"Jimmy's dad is going to pick him up with Jimmy and you, of
course of course.   By the time the car arrives at my house, with
you two cuties in the car, poor Sean will become hopelessly
hooked."
John had to leave for his meeting and to tell you how the best
laid plans can get way-laid at an orgy I wound up getting
approached by a complete stranger.  He was in his early twenties,
a little on the chubby side, not tall, and average looking at
best.  His name was Tommy and he told me that he had been
involved in incest since he was nine and liked little boys.  He
had a sexy way of talking. But if he was average in appearance
his cock was not.  It looked like it belonged on someone else,
someone much larger. It was so ponderous that it couldn't manage
to stick up at an angle. It struck straight out.  It was
horizontal with the ground. You could have hung your laundry on
it except no clothespin could open wide enough to encompass it. 

"You're so beautiful that you take my breath away, Stephen. 
Would you be nice enough to let me fuck you?"
"Are you kidding?" I asked. "Just pick the spot."  
"One of the tables is available."
"Let's do it!"   It meant I wouldn't have the thrill of watching
that big cock enter me but it was a way of getting the
penetration I needed and it was going to be my biggest cock
yet."
We stopped by the lube table and I made sure I was going to have
enough.  By the time we got to the table to move the stool out of
the way, Jimmy was already there with some middle aged guy aiming
his big cock at my little friend's sweet pussy.  I leaned over
and engaged Jimmy's tongue in a delightful duel as we both had
huge cocks entering.  My eyes got wide and so did his.  There was
a little pain but not enough to matter and it soon gave way to
enormous pleasure.  I thought of my mother and Butch.  This was
my biggest so far.  And like she said size may not matter except
when you got a cock in you that was grotesquely large.  Then it
was a totally different experience.  The whole world evolved
around that cock and your pussy.  There was nothing else to think
about.
He started to fuck.
Another boy, not as young as Jimmy but probably not as old as me
with another middle aged fat guy behind him arrived to my left. 
This kid probably didn't produce any cum yet either. I felt
Jimmy's little hand encircle my cock and I immediately reached
one hand for his and one hand for my new friend's.  It was
beautiful.  
The new kid's tongue joined ours. It was electric.  I really
liked the table.  You had someone to kiss while you got fucked
from the rear and two beautiful cocks to feel.   Our partners
picked up the pace until the audible slap, slap, slaps could be
heard half way across the room.
This time Jimmy didn't try to remove my hand as he had his
dry-cum.  And I allowed his hand to take me all the way to a
sensational cum.  Tony was shooting his sperm well up into me
just before I sent mine all over the floor.  I felt the kid's
prick on my left swell and throb and heard him moan.  And he came
a little. It coated my fingers. I held on to it without moving my
hand to take him through to the finish and he kissed me head-on
to express his gratitude.  I brought my hand up and licked it
clean.  Yummy!
 It had been beautiful from beginning to end.  When I finally
felt that long, thick thing slip out I turned to embrace Tony and
thank him profusely.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"Cambridge," I said.
I could see his disappointment.  "Hanover, New Hampshire," he
said.  "My father teaches at Dartmouth."
"My father teaches at Harvard," I said.
"It's too bad we are so far away.  I am so in love with you I am
out of my mind"
"Are you coming to Gay night?"
"Yes, I am," he said.  "My father and I never miss it."
"Will you be bringing that lovely thing with you" I asked
playfully feeling his now deflating and fully satisfied tool.  In
its flaccid state it was larger than an average erection.
"We are inseparable partners," he said with a giggle.  "You will
be a girl that night, won't you?"
"Yes," I said, "I will be Stephanie Haywood."
"My heart won't be able to stand it!"
	"Come on, Sweetheart," I heard my mother say.  "We have to go. 
I have to work tonight."   
(bostbr101@aol.com)	

THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
BY TANTRA
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was naked and sitting on a stool by my mother's mirror.  My
girly underwear was laid out on our bed.  She started with the
lipstick and as she applied it I immediately erected.  
"You better pay attention to how I do this, honey," she said
taking note of my condition.  "From the looks of things you are
going to be doing a lot of this in the future."
I had to blush.
Application by application she explained to me exactly how to do
it.  The eye-shadow, the mascara, the eye-liner, the blush all
turned me into a girl I didn't recognize.  The transformation was
so exciting. The girl in the mirror seemed to jump out at me.
   
Through it all my erection never waivered.  I was happy to
realize that for one night a week henceforth I would get to be a
girl.  It was a role I was looking forward to.
My mother then combed my blond hair into a sweep forward over my
forehead while sweeping the other side of the part back.  Without
a wig my hair was long enough to look like a girl's shorter
hair-do.
"You will be going to Gay Night once a week," she said, "so I
think we ought to start letting your to grow longer.  We ought to
let it grow until it is at least shoulder length." 
"Let's do it," I said.   
  If we can ever get your hardon down, the men will definitely
think they have a real girl on their hands."
The panties came next.  Black lace.  Diaphonous lace. Gauzy lace.
 I tried tucking my cock inside and managed it with some strain
against the fabric.
"Honeybunch, just let your pretty cock stick out through the side
until you get to church.  Otherwise you will be hurting
yourself."
I pulled it free from the confinement and my mother said, "That's
looks as sexy as hell.  Maybe that's the way you ought to present
yourself."
She put on the garter belt next and I sat back down on the stool
to roll down the stockings and then roll them up my legs.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" She said.  "Very sexy!"  I thought so, too.
"Girl's clothes are tricky," my mother said.  "In order to get
your panties completely off you have to undo the garters. 
Otherwise you can lower them and be available front or back while
your panties remain hung up on the garters.  But if you want the
panties off you can re-hook the garters and that is a very sexy
look, too."
Next came the red corset that zipped up the back and bound me up
nicely. It pushed up my bare tits just enough.  The tits looked
very pretty and the illusion was that they were early puberty
which is where they would be if I was a real girl.  My abdomen
was bare.
Next came the shoes.  I had practiced walking on them for an hour
the night before.  They were red to match the corset.  And they
had four inch heels that elevated me to around five-feet seven. 
They accentuated my stocking covered legs.  They accentuated my
ass. They required just enough caution in my stride to be
altogether sensual.
Next she took a silver necklace out of a jewelry box that had the
name "Stephanie" spelled out and put it around my neck.  John
Willard had it specially delivered that morning. 
I was dynamite.
My mother used her cell phone to take several pictures.  I tucked
my cock inside my panties and sat on the stool with my legs
crossed.  Click.  I stood and thrust my hips to a sexy angle. 
Click.  I stood with my back to her with my ass flared while
looking over my shoulder. Click. Finally I faced her and lowered
my panties and let my cock stand upright and free. Click.  
 "Wouldn't it be something if your stick-in-the-mud father could
see you now?" She said.  "Wouldn't he just go crazy.  He would
blame his little gay boy on me and in a way he would be right."
"I was gay before I went to the Church of Eros," I said. "I just
didn't know it."
"Well, then we can at least admit that I helped you realize it."
I was to be picked up by at six by a man who lived at Porter
Square, nearby, with his two sons.  Mother knew who they were but
they missed Sunday so that I never met them.  
"You'll like him a lot," my mother said.  But you will especially
like his boys.  Peter is fourteen and Robert is twelve.  He is
Peter, Senior, so they call the boy Petey."
"We need to get them far enough up the driveway so the neighbors
can't see you," my mother said. "They know you will be dressed."
She handed me a loose fitting sweat shirt and gym pants.  "That's
in case you should get stopped by the cops.  You need to cover
yourself quickly, so keep them nearby. 
The car arrived right on time and they did pull well into the
driveway as it turned out.  I kissed my mother good-bye and
walked gingerly to the car. The back door flew open and I slipped
inside.  To my astonishment both boys looked gorgeous in their
make-up and lingerie.  I thought they looked every bit as pretty
as me.  Both had let their hair grow long over the months since
their regular weekly stints as "girls" had begun.  I intended to
do the same.
"I'm Roberta," the youngest said.  
 "I'm Pamela," said the older.
 "Stephanie," I said.
"Well, pretty little Stephanie, for tonight you are officially a
girl, "Peter, Senior, said.  "We want you to be as feminine as
you can.  We don't want to talk about guy things.  We talk about
sex, about boys and men, about clothes, about the size of men's
dicks.  If you are going to be girls try to act like girls."
  "This is really going to be fun," I said.
"I'll tell you one thing, Stephanie.  You will see a lot of
lip-stick covered cocks tonight.  That's what I like best about
Gay night."
His two "girls" were smiling broadly.
	"Brother Frank will be Frances, tonight, and there will be one
or two adult girls. But when you see all of the boys sixteen and
under turned into pretty little girls that is what is really
exciting.  You will see."
I took a good long look at Peter and he was very handsome.  And
he looked like he could still play college ball.  I figured him
to about forty-five. And I kind of thought I might have a special
way to thank him for the ride.  I felt that familiar surge deep
inside my pussy that I had been getting lately any time I saw a
sexy guy.
Thirty minutes later we parked in the rapidly filling lot and
disembarked.  We could see all of the young "girls" all stumbling
along in panties and high heels, all them transformed into quite
beautiful girls. It was a gorgeous sight to see.   
  	John was waiting at the door specifically to see me and
smiling from ear to ear.  "Wow!  You have exceeded all of my
expectations and that is something I'd never expected to say. 
The corset was exactly the right touch."
	He began to softly tickle my tits.  "At last a pair of tits I
can feel," he said.
	"Thank you, John.  And thank you for the necklace."
	"Of course, Stephanie.  I have someone special I want you to
meet tonight."
	"Okay."
	"You remember that I went to the Nambla meeting, Sunday.
	"Of course."
	"Well I met a father who is into young boys but who has a son
who he would never expect to be able to get it on with. In fact
he believed his son was homophobic, if anything.  You know the
typical situation I run into all the time.  Except that this was
different."
	"Why different."
	"His last name was Haywood."
	"The same as mine?"
	"And there is a reason for that. He happens to be your father."
	"Are you serious? I can't believe you are talking about the
father I know.  You're telling me that my own father is secretly
into young boys? He is a member of Nambla?"
	"He is head over heels into boys and it started before he left
your mother."
	"He should have told her," I said.
	"It's just amazing how people can live together and not know
what is going on in their partner's minds.  He had no way of
knowing that she would be accepting of his getting into young
boys.  It was unthinkable.  I guess we all tend to try to keep up
a false image of ourselves and that's too bad."
	"I've been seeing him every other weekend and he seemed like the
same dad he's always been, very moral and upstanding." 
	"He has been seeing this one boy for several months now.  He
visits his apartment on a regular basis.  He is eleven, two years
younger than you.  It started with the boy making a move on him
in the men's room at the Cambridge mall.  At first he thought the
kid wanted money, but he didn't.  His parents are well off. He
just wanted some gay attention and he wound up getting it. "
	"Is he with with him tonight?"
	"We couldn't quite work that out.  You see with underage kids we
make it a rule that they have at least one parent involved.  It
helps keep them from blabbing about what goes on here because it
would jeopardize their basic security."
	"So my father knows about me?"
	"And he is thrilled about it.  Your football star dad has
finally turned gay even if his experience so far is strictly with
boys. .  And there is something else."
	"What?"
	"I'm predicting that your mother will want to remarry the new
Stephen, senior.  They can now swing the way she wanted to in the
first place."
	(bostbr101@aol.com)

THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
               BY TANTRA
CHAPTER TWELVE
The sex music was blaring in the halls and I took off my shoes in
order not to break my neck climbing the stairs.  My cock was
flaccid enough to keep inside my brief black panties at least for
the moment.  The hypnotic thumping of the music alone was enough
to get me going, though.  John was right behind me and I guessed
he liked the view from behind.  When I opened the door it was to
a scene beyond belief.
The mattresses and couches had been crowded into one half of the
available floor.  The remaining half had been turned into a dance
floor.   While some of the adult males were dancing with other
adults for the most part the older guys were matching up with the
young  "girls".  It probably should have been called Father and
Daughter night instead of Gay night from the looks of things. 
Everywhere turned on Daddies having offered up their sons to the
party were dancing sexily with other young boys transformed into
girls.  All of the "girls" with their cosmetics and their sexy
unmentionables were incredibly desirable.  Some   of them had
wigs to go with their make-up and underthings, but most of them,
because of their weekly girl play had allowed their natural hair
to grow longer.  All of them were wearing bras except me.  The
corset that left my tits exposed was the perfect touch.
My father was dancing with a ten year old "girl" who looked
adorable in white panties and white bra. My father really was a
handsome guy.  He was wearing a blue denim shirt and blue jeans
and had a mop of blonde hair that fell at random across his
forehead and hung down long in the back. I realized that all of
the adult males were starting out fully dressed as they would be
at a gay club although some of them were already stripping as
they danced.  Strobes were flashing and throwing eerie lights
around the room.   
My beautiful, black Frances, nee Brother Frank, danced into view.
 She was wearing white against her ebony skin.  She had a white
bra, garter belt and white mesh stockings.   She had a black
page-boy hair-piece that was adorable. Her panties were already
discarded and her erect black cock was a thing of beauty as it
swing to and fro with her gyrations.  Her dancing partner was the
nineteen year old Ralph and he had already stripped down to his
blue thong briefs with nearly all of his long, beautiful cock
was, out of necessity, exposed through the side.     
 And the music was obscene.  After the long thump, thump, thump
of instrumentation you suddenly heard a chorus of deep male
voices sing, "I need your cock! I want your cock!  I love your
cock!..............  I need your cock!  I want your cock!  I love
your cock!...................I need your cock! I want your cock!
I love your cock!"  Then, after a slight pause added, "Suck!
Fuck!  Cum!"
There was no  attempt at subtlety in the sexually inspired
lyrics.  It was so wild.  So sinful.  The lecherous expressions
in the blinking strobes were near-maniacal. The clothing on the
adult male dancers was falling away.  The "girls" contented
themselves with lowering their panties enough to free their cocks
and play with them a little bit before pulling their panties back
up.  My cock was back to sticking out of the side of my panties.
My father was totally absorbed with the young "girl" he was
dancing with as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  He didn't see me
at all as I approached dancing with the music as I went.  I
probably was the only "girl" on four-inch heels and it limited my
undulations to a very sexy minimum.    
The young "girl" turned around to sway with the music and give my
father a look at a very nice fanny.  My father's shirt came off
and he sashayed over to the edge of the floor to drop it never
taking his eyes off of his little girl partner.  She lowered her
panties to let him see her pretty backside in the flesh and my
father licked his lips.
I suppose I should have been jealous but I really wasn't.  I was
excited instead.  I was really excited.  I knew that my father
was so anxious to have sex that he was more than willing to start
without me.  But that was okay, too.
"I need your cock!  I want your cock!  I love your cock!"  The
chorus sang out.   The little "girl" was back facing him with her
panties still lowered and her pretty three inch cock fully
engorged.  My father's focus was entirely on that pretty little
cock as he was unbuckling his belt.  I had now gotten close
enough to hear him sing the lyrics. "I need your cock!  I want
your cock!  I love your cock!"  And then, "Suck! Fuck!  Cum!"
My father's pants were coming down and I realized he was in his
bare feet or he would have had a real problem stepping out of
them. He was wearing a brief red thong and his cock was peeking
out of the top front.  He picked up his pants and was dancing his
way to the end of the floor to get rid of them when he saw me.
His mouth fell open.  He stopped dancing for the briefest moment
and then got back into it.  I was staring at the head of his
cock. I edged forward and dropped to one knee and licked around
the exposed helmet of that beautiful cock.  It was probably the
perfect beginning.  His little "girl" friend was smiling broadly.
 I lowered his thong all the way to the floor.  His little "girl"
friend moved in beside me and went to one knee, too.  Her
necklace said "Cynthia."
Together we licked either side of his big cock applying a nice
coat of lipstick the length of it.  I wasn't sure whether my
father had informed his little Cynthia that he was expecting his
son but she couldn't have been more sharing.  We passed his cock
back and forth sucking it and licking his balls until I got up
and nodded toward the lubrication table and began to dance in
that direction.  Smiling they followed along behind me.  
I unfastened my garters to pull down my panties and re-fastened
the garter loops to keep my stockings from sliding down.  Still
moving to the music I scooped up a gob of Vaseline from an open
jar and applied it very liberally to my pussy.
Cynthia slipped out of her white satin panties and she, too,
applied a generous amount of Vaseline to her pussy.  I applied
Vaseline to my father's beautiful lipstick covered cock and he
gleamed with anticipation.  Then I applied some to my own cock.
	My father, I'm sure, caught the significance immediately and
knew it meant we were going to be doing a threesome fuck and I
was going to be Lucky Pierre. But he probably thought we would be
lying flat on a mattress.  
	Panties were randomly piled alongside and under the lube table
to be recovered later and we both tossed ours on top of the heap.
I danced off in the opposite direction from the one they
expected, away from the mattresses and on toward the fuck-tables.
 The tables were just starting to fill up with lovers and I was
sure they understood what was ahead.
  We arrived at the nearest table and Cynthia bent over and
spread her slender little legs.  She was adorable.  Her naked
fanny was so sweet.  Her hole was so desirable.  I got behind her
and aimed my cock at her pussy and started to drive it home.  It
went in with surprising ease for a girl who was probably no more
than nine.  She took it like a champ and I wondered if she had
the pleasured introduction that I had to anal sex, or anything
close.  But whether she had or not it was obviously all pleasure
now.
	My father got behind me and had no difficulty entering me,
either.  It was sheer pleasure.  It was my own father fucking me
for the first time. Mmmmm. Mmmm!  It was nice and big.
	"Oh, God!" He said.  "This is so great!"
	I reached around to get hold of Cynthia's clit.  My father found
mine.  We fucked beautifully.
	Soon two more couples arrived and settled in on either side of
us.  Two more pretty "girls" in naturally long hair appeared on
either side of Cynthia with two middle aged men to quite happily
bring up their rears.  The three girls played tongues as we
fucked.  No one got frantic.  We stayed with the beat of the
music.  My father stuck his tongue in my ear.  He was stroking me
like an expert. 
Slap, slap, slap!  Slap, slap, slap! Slap, slap, slap!  That big
gorgeous cock of my father's was thrusting.  That big, gorgeous
cock of my father's was burrowing.  That big gorgeous cock of my
father's was cumming and I felt his seed.   Cynthia was next and
I felt her clit swell and heard her moan.  I stopped stroking as
she had her dry cum.  And then I picked up the pace as I fucked
her.  Oh,  oh,  oh! Oh, oh, oh! I spurted my seed deep into her
and she felt it with a loud moan.  It was perfect.
	I turned around to kiss my father and he broke it off to moan,
"My beautiful, beautiful Stephanie.  I love you more than ever."
	"Do you like doing little "girls"?" I asked.
	"Mmmm, yes." He said, gently feeling my dripping cock.  "I
especially like fucking little girls when they have a big,
beautiful clit like yours."
	"You know, if we are not careful, this could lead to a regular
thing," I teased.
	"You mean you might want to do this with me again?"
	"I thought it was kind of nice," I said.
	His lips came down on mine and there were tongues. 
(bostbr101@aol.com)



                  THE CHURCH OF INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
	Sean Bell lived on the top floor of a three-decker in
Dorchester, and, according to plan, Ron Welch, little Jimmy and I
arrived at four o'clock to pick him up.  It was supposed to be an
innocent sleep-over with a couple of school buddies but the truth
is that Sean and I had never laid eyes on each other before.  The
only thing he knew ahead of time was my name and that he would be
going to John Willard's house for a boy's sex party.  His father,
of course, unbeknownst to him was in on it.  But his mother
wasn't.
	I climbed the three floors to Sean's apartment and it was his
mother who greeted me at the door.
	"Sean, your friend Stephen is here," she said.  
	Sean appeared, acting like he knew me from school, and looking a
little nervous about the whole thing.  For fourteen he was nearly
six foot tall and very slender and good looking.  I was drawn to
him immediately and I could tell he was equally taken with me. 
"Hi, Stephen," he said, with a nervous smile.  He was holding a
little overnight bag as he kissed his mother good-bye.
	"Now you behave, Sean," she said.  "and have fun."
	About half-way down the stairs I whispered to Sean, "Your mother
doesn't have any idea how much fun we are really going to have."
 I could see a bulge begin to develop in the area of Sean's
crotch. 
 "I'm a little scared to tell you the truth," he said.
I took his free hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze.  On
the landing above the ground floor I stopped and took the
suitcase from him and set it down.  There was no one around.  I
put my arms around him and backed him against the wall.  I pursed
my lips for him and he had to bend slightly to bring our lips
together.  I forced my tongue inside his mouth and my tongue
found his.  He was pleasantly startled.  I knew he was struggling
with his potential gayness and I wanted him to give up the fight.
 I felt his cock.  He felt mine.  We were both hard but
constrained.  I squeezed his cock and he squeezed mine.
When we broke it off Sean was breathing heavily.  "This is what I
really want," he said.  "I want to do it with boys."
When we got to the car Jimmy had moved into the back seat and his
father was behind the wheel.  I think Sean expected that John
would be driving.
"I'm Ron," Jimmy's father said as Sean slid into the back seat
next to Jimmy and I slid in next to Sean.  "And this is my son,
Jimmy."
Jimmy smiled at him with those angelic eyes that would melt an
iceberg.
"You're young," Sean said.
"I'll be ten in August," Jimmy said.
"Are we going to John's house?" Sean asked.
I knew Sean was probably thinking that Ron was simply going to
drop us while unaware of  what the sleep-over was really all
about but that impression began to erode as soon as we got out on
the street.  Little Jimmy reached up to pull Sean's head down to
his and begin a long, sensual kiss.  Little Jimmy could really
kiss.  I gave them a few minutes of lip-lock before I began to
unbuckle Sean's pants.  Sean pointed to the driver as though to
say we couldn't do this.
Ron clarified the matter immediately.  "Have you ever had sex
with boys before, Sean?" he asked. 
Sean was alarmed.  "What?"
"Will this be your first experience with boys?"
"Ron, knows," I said smiling.  "He and John are going to be with
us tonight."
"He knows about his own son?"  Sean asked.
"We have sex together," Jimmy said.  "We love each other in a
special way.  My mother, too."
I had Sean's shorts open and was pulling them down and off.  He
even lifted his ass to help me do it. His big, beautiful black
cock was sticking out of his tight white briefs.  
"I wish my father would do things with me," he said.
Jimmy went to work getting him out of his briefs and he was naked
from the waist down.
"Have you ever seen your father's cock, Sean?" Ron asked with a
brief sideward glance over his shoulder.
"Yes," he said. "Actually quite a few times.  Once even when it
was hard."
"Did you like it?"
"I liked it a lot."  He had to gasp as little Jimmy went down on
him and took that luscious black cock into.
"I would say that your father might have been intentionally
careless wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I love this," Sean said in response to little Jimmy's expert
ministrations.  "You mean he was letting me see his dick on
purpose?"
"I would say so, wouldn't you?"."
It was my turn to go down on that beautiful black snake and
Jimmy's turn to reach under his shirt and play with his tits.
"You think my father wanted me to see his cock?" He managed to
mete out in a breathless gasp.
"I would say so.  I will bet that he has something on his mind. 
Jimmy plays with me, Stephen plays with his father.  I think your
father wants to play with you."
"Oh, boy, this is so goooood!   This is so gooooood!   This is so
gooooood!"  And then he came and kept on cumming.  "Oh, God, it's
so good.  I love it."
I made sure I very lovingly  got the last of it and brought my
lips to Jimmy's. I gave some of Sean's cum to Jimmy and got up to
sit directly on my black beauty's lap and kiss him open-mouthed
trading his pearls. It was still daylight and, even though the
windows were heavily tinted, there was some risk of being seen by
a passing car.  We swallowed and I climbed off his lap.
"What do you think, Sean," Ron said.  "Is this something that you
want to do?"
"It's something I've been fantasizing about for months.  I was
really afraid of being gay but now I know it's what I want to be
gay like all of you guys."
Little Jimmy smiled up at him revealing some traces of cum. 
"It's really great, isn't it?"	
"Do you really think that my father wanted me to see his cock?"
"When did you get to see it hard?"
"It was the day before yesterday.  It was Wednesday night.  The
lock on the bathroom door hadn't been working for a few days. He
walked in on me naked while I was toweling off.  He said he was
sorry but he thought I had left and he forgot about the lock.  He
stood there looking at me and I saw his cock grow big right in
front of me."
"Did that excite you?"
"I got big, too.  My father kind of shrugged it off.  He said
that it was strictly nature taking its course and then he got in
the shower."
"I am betting that your father set the whole thing up.  I'll bet
that he sabotaged the lock in the first place. He wanted you to
see him naked and hard.  So the big question is that if your
father really wants to have sex with you how do you feel about
that?"
"I would like to do it a lot."
"What if I told you that I know for a fact that he does want to
do it with you."
"You do?"
Ron handed his cell phone back over the seat to Sean.  "Dial your
father's number and hand me back the phone."
"Hello, Avis," Ron said when he got the phone back. "This is
Jimmy's father.  "There is no sense stalling around until eight.
Sean is really into it.  Why don't you leave now and head out to
John's house.  Yes, I'm sure.  I'll let you talk to him."
Sean stared at the phone for a few minutes before bringing it to
his ear.  "Hi, Dad!" he said. "These guys think
that.................  These guys are.............   These guys
are having sex with their dads," he finally blurted out.  "I want
to have sex with you!" 

THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
By some standards John Willard's home was almost modest.  It was
a one-story ranch set back well into the woods and surrounded by
a brick wall high enough to guarantee privacy from prying eyes. 
After all, John was a boy-lover who needed to keep the comings
and goings of his young visitors away from scrutiny, even though
most of them came accompanied by their fathers.
Some might regard John as a lecherous old man when it came to his
penchant for young boys were it not for the fact that he cared
about them so deeply and they cared as much about him. The truth
is, whether you wanted to admit or not, that young boys on the
brink of puberty were in dire need of the kind of sexual
attention they could get from men like John.
The other exciting thing that John had going for him was a
fertile imagination.  He was constantly able to conjure up erotic
ideas and adventures that triggered  libidos.  It was just so
sexy the way he did it.  He had a way of turning sexual
encounters into extraordinary fun.
So, even after the founding of the Church of Eros, John continued
the practice of the more intimate Friday night boy parties at his
house.  Sex-minded fathers were more than eager to trade their
sons and the sons, in turn, were just as eager play naked games
with other fathers and sons.  And, because of its intimacy, it
was the ideal place to introduce young boys to homosexual sex.
"My Dad is here," I exclaimed excitedly when I saw his car in the
driveway.  "John decided to surprise me."
"John is always thinking of new ways to make us happy," Ron said.

I had not had sex with my Dad since Gay night on Tuesday but Mom
had already agreed to have him move back into the house now that
he was agreeable to an open relationship.
Sexy little Jimmy took Sean by the hand to lead him to the house
where big John greeted us clad only in the briefest of pouches.
Although he had met John before fully dressed Sean was startled
to see the near naked, bear-like form of his father's friend.
John quickly took Sean into his beefy arms and wasted no time in
planting an open-mouthed kiss on the eager and clearly excited
fourteen year old. John's tongue pried its way between lips and
Sean gasped in surprise and then pleasure.  Sean returned the
fervor and it lasted a while.
   "Welcome to our den of iniquity, Sean," John said with a broad
grin.  "I'm so glad you decided to come.  And I guess that really
ought to be spelled 'cum',  John laughed uproariously. 
My father appeared  behind them similarly dressed and embraced me
in much the same way.
"Hi, beautiful," he said as we locked lips.  
Ron took a moment to explain to John that the planned seduction
was no longer necessary and that our special guest had already
expressed his desire to have sex with his father and that Avis
was already on his way.
"Well then, Sean, I guess this means that we can officially
welcome to into the world of homosexuality and I promise you are
going to love it."
Sean smiled sheepishly and his cheeks were as flushed as any
black boy could manage.
John wanted to show us the den first, just off the living room
and a third again as large.  It looked innocent enough at first
blush.  It was ordinary.  There were two couches flush against
one wall and facing a home entertainment center that featured a
solidly imbedded mammoth television set. John went over to a
power box and pressed a series of numbers and the wall turned out
to be a Murphy bed that descended to the floor.  It was as large
as three King's pulled together.  
On the wall behind appeared a beautifully framed portrait of a
completely naked, very young boy.  He had one finger vertically
in front of his lips to signal secrecy while his puffy little boy
titties and small, but very taut, cock were standing proudly.  He
was very pretty with a very naughty and impish expression of the
kind I would see on Jimmy Welch every time the subject of sex
came up.  
On the wall to our left was a framed, embroidered sign that said,
"Whenever young boys are willing to disrobe in the presence of
grown men, wonderful things are bound to happen."  
There was another sign on the other side of the painting that
said, "The most perfect sexual blending on earth and the heavens
is the coupling of young boys with grown men."
This was obviously a man-boy paradise. 
Beneath the portrait on the mantle was a bronze statuette that
depicted frottage consisting of two erect cocks held together by
a hand.
"The little boy in the painting was my oldest son John when he
was just nine years old."  John mused.  It was painted from a
snap shot we took during the night of his sexual awakening.  He
was very young but, as you can clearly see, he took to the sex
very happily.  My family was in its third generation of incest
and we had always held to the principle that you introduced the
children at the age of eleven.  There was even a little
excitement in keeping the younger children unaware of the
goings-on until we thought they were ready.  We always had a sex
room that was supposedly off-limits to all of the children but we
used to meet with the older kids in secret.  It was all part of
the fun.
"But my wife and I had yet to reach the stage where we were
having sex with our kids because John, the oldest of four boys,
was only nine.  He was awfully cute and very aware but we had
every intention of sticking with the family rule.  We were
convinced that it was best to wait until puberty was rearing its
beautiful head in order to ensure their interest.  But we were
also swinging at the time.  My wife and I were getting it on with
other couples some of whom, much to my delight, included their
children in the gatherings.  The internet had just become more
useful than the swinger magazines, although we used both.  We met
a couple on-line who happened to live only a few blocks away. One
of the questions that came up was whether incest was on the
table.  I told them that we had four small boys but that they
weren't old enough yet, but that they were definitely included in
our future plans.  They told me that they had one son they played
with and who would be anxious to play with us.  They didn't
mention his age.
   "So it made sense for us to get the babysitter and visit them.
 Well, as it turned out their son Billy was the same age as John.
 And they were in the same class in school. And when he greeted
us at the door dressed in a very sexy thong, my heart took a
leap.  While we had coffee in the living room and before we got
down to business I had to turn my attention to Billy.
"How long have you been doing sexy things, Billy?"  I asked.
"We started two months ago."
"You're awfully young.  Were you completely ready for it?"  
"I love it.  We have a lot of fun in bed. And other places.  My
father and I once sucked each other off in the men's room at
Overland Park.  We couldn't wait until we got home."
"Did your mom and dad surprise you all of a sudden with the idea
of doing sexy things together?"
"No.  It just sort of happened.  My parents started hanging out
around the house in their underwear and so did I.  Then soon the
underwear came off.  And the next thing I knew I was on top of my
mom and fucking her while my Daddy held my hand."
"So you are having sex with both your father and mother now?"
"Yes."
"Have you done all the gay stuff with your Dad?"
"Yes, all of it, including you know what."
 His parents were smiling approvingly while all of this was going
on.  I turned to my wife.
"Honey, I think I should go home and get John, don't you?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, that would be an excellent idea.  He and Billy
are in the same class at school and they would be bound to share
secrets, anyway."
"You're going to find out that Johnny is not too young," Billy's
mother said. "You're going to find that your Johnny is more than
ready.  All it will take is a small introduction or
preparation."
"My wife is right," Billy's father said.  "You just can't bring
Johnny over here and tell him to take his clothes off and join
in.  We need to prepare him.  Why don't we make it the theme of
the evening.  It will be a  lot of fun. It might delay the time
until I get to suck your cock," he said looking at me. "But it
will be worth it, believe me."
"How do you want to do it," I asked.
	"We ought to begin with a little question and answer session
like you just had with Billy. We need to begin by asking him how
much he already knows about sex and go from there.  I have a
bisexual video we can show him to help him understand what he may
not know."
	"Does it have children in it?" My wife asked.
	"It does.  It is a video that could get me locked up for the
rest of my life and yours.  It's a take-off on  the Brady Bunch
but it's not a parody.  It is seriously sexual."
	John went on to relate the events around Johnny's introduction
to sex that night while we stood there looking at the painting. 
Little Johnny was perplexed when big John went home to take him
to the party.   And when little Billy greeted them at the door,
still dressed in his abbreviated thong Johnny's mouth fell open.
It turned out to be exactly the right touch.  Billy's father
asked Johnny to sit on his lap facing him and that turned out to
be another nice touch.  He had little Billy sit next to him on
the couch so Johnny could see him without turning his head in
order to gauge his interest in his own sexy son.  School had just
started so they knew each other a little already.
	"So, Johnny, why do you think we wanted to bring you to the
party?"
	"So I could take off my clothes like Billy?"
	"You're an exceptionally pretty boy and we grown-ups would enjoy
seeing you two boys in your underpants.  Do you think you would
like to undress for us?"
	Johnny shrugged.   "If my father says it's okay I would do it,
but I don't have sexy underwear like Billy."
	"If you do it for us, Johnny," John said "I promise you I will
get you some sexy underwear like Billy's."
	"Do you want me to do it now?"
	"Yes," they all said at once, including Billy.
	Johnny slipped off big Bill's lap and pulled his shirt off and
then unbuckled his belt.  His pants fell to the floor and he
stepped out of them.  He was wearing the standard tighty-whities
but they looked adorable.
	"You need to take off your shoes, Johnny, darling," his mother
said.
	He found a place on the couch between father and son and took
off his shoes and socks.
	"Now stand up in the middle of the floor and let us look at
you."  He looked so sexy that we instinctively applauded.  
Johnny beamed with pride and without any prompting turned first
to one side and then to the other like a pro. And his little
prick began to rise inside his briefs.
	"Do you want to see my bum?"  he asked.
	The response was a simultaneous "Yes".
	Without hesitation he lowered his underpants in the back to what
was a near thunderous applause.  His smile couldn't have been
broader.  He liked showing off.  He liked being seen.
	"Can you show us your pretty cock?"  Billy's mother asked.
	"That would be really naughty, but I'll do it if my father says
it's okay!"
	"Please do it for us, Johnny," big John said.
	With an impish smile he lowered his underpants to his knees and
turned to face everyone in turn.  He had a splendidly erect three
inch cock that was telling us that he was more than ready for
sex.  His smile told us the rest.
	"Would you like Billy to take off his thong, Johnny?"  Billy's
father asked.
	Johnny looked at his father for direction.  
	"Johnny. You are a very sexy boy.  If you want to see Billy
naked it's perfectly okay with us."
	"Yes,"  Johnny said.  "I would like to see his cock."
	Out of the blue they all applauded again.  Billy stood up.  He
was experienced.  He knew the whole of the gay sex practices and
he wanted to do some of these things with Johnny.  He lowered his
thong to another showering of applause.  His cock was maybe a
trifle thicker than Johnny's but no longer.  They were both
beautiful.  Billy moved into Johnny and took him in his arms and
kissed him full on the lips and Johnny responded in kind.  The
questioning we had planned for Johnny was no longer necessary. 
His sexual introduction had started.
	Billy took Johnny by the hand led him back to the couch and sat
him down next to big Bill.  Then Billy knelt and began to play
with Johnny's cock.
	"Wow!"  Johnny said
	Then he began to suck Johnny's cock.
	"Wow!  This is great! I love it!  I really love it!  This is so
great!" 
	Then Johnny's expression suddenly changed.  They had reached a
point that was new to Johnny and very scary.  It was immediately
obvious to his experienced father that, while Johnny had played
with himself, he had never fully completed.  He had not yet gone
beyond the point where you feel like you're going to die.  He
started to withdraw his cock from Billy's experienced mouth.
	Big Bill recognized it, too.  "You need to let it happen,
Johnny.  You need to get past that feeling that you are going to
die.  You need to have that pleasure! You need to let Billy
finish you off!"
	Johnny's eyes were glazed.  He nodded in resignation and Billy
resumed his sucking.  And Johnny went wild.  He thrashed and
squirmed and his pelvis rose and he orgasmed gloriously.  It was
dry but no less wonderful.  He lay there in the after-glow
completely spent.	
	"And now you know what sex is like, darling,"  big Bill said
gently.  "Are you happy?"
	Johnny  nodded emphatically.  His eyes were still glazed.
	"Do you want to do more of this?"
	Johnny nodded again.
	"Do you know why we are all here tonight, sweetheart?"
	"You wanted to watch Billy and I have sex," he answered.
 	"Not exactly.  We are having what is called a sex party and we
all want to get undressed  and have fun.  Is that okay with
you?"
	"Will I get to watch my mother and father fuck?"
	"Would you like to watch your mother and father fuck?"
	"Wow! Yes!  That would be so sexy."
	"Suppose I fucked your mother instead of your dad?"
	"That would be nice, too.  I'd like that."
	"Suppose your dad and I sucked each other's cocks?  Would you
like to see that?"
	"That would be super, I like gay stuff."
	"You do?"
	"I like it a lot.  I loved what Billy did to me. That was gay
wasn't it?  It was so super."
	"Do you want to suck Billy's cock?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you think you might want to suck your father's cock?"
	"Would he let me do that?"
	"Yes."
	"I would like to suck my father's cock.  I've seen it a few
times and it is very big and I would like to suck it."
	"If you let us all get undressed like you and Billy we could do
all of those things.  Do you want us to get undressed?"
	"Yes.  I want it a lot."
"And the rest is history," John concluded.  Johnny's little
pecker got hard again as he watched the adults take their clothes
off.  For the first time he saw a variety of cunts, cocks tits,
and asses.  He was mesmerized by it all.  Bill, senior, took my
Johnny in hand, while I linked up with little Billy and the girls
went off by themselves.  Bill, senior, was very patient and very
skilled, and Johnny loved every part of it. 
"When Johnny saw Billy sit on my lap and fuck, Johnny wanted big
Bill to fuck him, too.  To his credit Big Bill had the patience
to make it altogether wonderful and memorable for the little
guy.
"On the ride home Johnny couldn't wipe away the happy smile on
his face.  We told him that what we had done was very naughty and
had to be a kept a secret and he understood completely.  As soon
as we arrived home we undressed him again and took that picture,
which I then had rendered into a painting.  After that we changed
the initiation date of the rest of the boys to nine."
"I know it was the right age for me," little Jimmy Welch chirped.
 "I'm glad I didn't have to wait until I was eleven.  That would
have been a bummer!"  And everyone laughed.    
"We had a lot of fun with the initiations on the ninth birthdays.
 There was a ritual to it. Because of school we picked the Friday
night following their birthday. My wife and I would take the new
boy into the den with the active brothers after the younger one
was in bed. We would talk about the birds and the bees but on a
broader scale since it included boy-boy and girl-girl sex as
well.  We would show him a bisexual porn movie and then I would
lower the wall and show him that painting of John.  Then we would
start taking off our clothes.  Never once did anything back-fire.
 It was happiness from the start."
"Where are the boys now?" My father asked
"They are all gay and they live together in a big house on
Sausalito Island right outside of San Francisco.  I visit them
every summer.  They are members of Nambla and make sure that we
have young boys at our parties whenever I visit.
(bostbr101@aol.com)THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
	John took out his phone and asked, "Sean, what's your father's
telephone number?"
John dialed Avis and learned that he was around five minutes
away. 
 "Why don't we all troop over to the bedroom and get completely
undressed.  I would like to have Avis greeted by a roomful of
naked boys and men."
"This is all so exciting," Sean whispered to me as we crossed the
hall.  "I'm so glad I decided to do this."
"It gets better and better.  Wait until we dress as girls on Gay
night."
"Everyone dresses as girls?'
"All of the boys sixteen and under.  We wear lingerie and make-up
and adopt a girl's name."
"You mean you wear panties?  Wow!   I'd like to do that."
"Think of a good name for a girl because that's who you are going
to be every Tuesday."
We took off our clothes along with everyone else in the crowded
bedroom and tossed them on top of the crowded bed.  I could see
that Sean immediately fell in love with my cock which was only
half hard at the moment.
"I'm so glad I decided to do this," he repeated as he gazed at
it.
"You can feel it, Sean, if you want."
He reached down to take my cock in his hands and I took his.  I
brought him into an embrace so that our cocks came together.  I
put my hand around our hardened cocks to bring them together and
squeeze.
"I just love being with boys," he said.
"And men, too," I reminded him.  "When you start getting fucked
you will appreciate grown men."
The doorbell rang and three very naked men and three equally
naked boys collected in the living room.  Much to my surprise
Ron, Jimmy's father and mine were actually holding hands and
sporting full erections.  My strictly boy-loving father was
broadening out.
After checking the peephole John opened the door to an absolutely
gorgeous black man dressed in polo shirt and jeans. He was
basketball tall and athletically built and he had a smile that
could stiffen every cock.  And mine stood as perfect proof.
Avis looked around and said, "I guess I must be in the right
place.  This sure looks like a boy's party to me.  And just look
at my boy, Sean.  You really want to have sex with your daddy? 
Well the feeling is mutual."  
The two came together in a warm hug and, for the first time, a
lip to lip kiss that turned into a trading of tongues.  Sean was
beside himself with excitement and it showed.  
For the first time I noticed Sean's ass.  It was the most
beautiful I had ever seen, on a man or woman.  It was almost as
wide as a female's but there was a long slope to his lower back
that blossomed into a round-cheeked derriere.  I wasn't the only
one who noticed.  Big John stepped forward as the father and son
continued to hold each other and ran his fingers sensuously all
over it.
"Sean, darling, if you'll forgive my saying so but you have the
most beautiful ass I have ever seen on a boy.  It's just
gorgeous.  There can be no doubt that you were meant to be
homosexual. There is no doubt whatever."
The sensual, sexy way John's fingers traced Sean's backside
caused every man's and boy's erections to twitch.  Hands had to
take hold and fondle.
When the father and son finally untangled, Avis had Sean turn
around so he could see what all the excitement was about and
whispered, "Oh, God, Sean, it is beautiful. You were meant to be
gay, alright.  You just have to be gay.  I want you to be gay
just like your father, sweetheart."  
"I know this much, Dad, if you really want me to be gay. I like
boys more than girls!  I love looking at cocks.  I like being in
this room with these naked guys and you. So I guess I'm really
queer."
Avis reached out to feel Sean's erect cock and said, with a grin
"How could anyone guess?"
The ever-imaginative John was at it again.  "Sean," he said.
"Your father is the last man dressed.  Suppose I have every one
take a seat while you undress him for us."
There was an appreciative smattering of applause and Avis was
smiling from ear to ear.  We all took seats in various parts of
the living room and Avis bent over so that Sean could lift his
shirt over his head.  There were a couple of whistles.  
As expected, Avis was perfectly built and hairless.  With a
nervous smile Sean began to unbuckle his father's belt.
"The shoes, Sean," I shouted out.  "You need to take his shoes
off before his pants or they might get hung up."
Sean nodded in my direction and went to his knees to untie the
sneakers and get them off.  He did the socks next.  Avis was
smiling down at him and kissed him again when he stood. Everyone
cheered.
Sean went back to the buckle and then the zipper and lowered his
pants slowly to the ground and Avis stepped out of them.  He was
wearing a lavender thong. Lavender of all things!  He wanted us
to know he really was gay.
"Turn him around, Sean," John directed, "so that we can see his
back first.  Just lower his briefs to his thigh."
  Avis turned around and Sean lowered the briefs and we were
treated to almost a carbon copy of his son's rear end.  It was
exceptionally beautiful.
Sean emulated John in sensuously running his fingers softly over
his father's ass and even sticking a finger part way into his
love canal before bending to kiss it all over.
"Stick your tongue in the crack, Sean," my father, of all people,
shouted.
Sean looked at my father questioningly, but got down on one knee
to do it.  He held the cheeks apart and licked. After he licked
once he licked again. And then he licked some more.  He found out
he liked doing it and he did it like an expert before returning
the thong to cover that gorgeous black ass.
Then it was show time.  Avis turned to face us.  The thong could
no longer contain that huge cock and the pink helmet was peeking
out of the top.  Then Sean, standing slightly to the side so as
not to obstruct the view, lowered the briefs to the ankles to
allow the rampant, valiant cock to come snapping into view. It
was very exciting.  Erect cocks are always exciting but when one
is long, black, smooth and beautiful it is all of the reasons men
turn to other men for sexual pleasure.
John stepped forward to touch cock to cock with Avis and held
them together for a minute.
"Sean," he said.  And Sean stepped forward to do the same.
"Why don't all of you line up and touch cocks with Avis and Sean?
 It will be a nice way to say hello."
And we did.  We first touched Avis and then Sean.  I followed my
father in line and was thrilled to bring my cock next to both of
theirs.  I don't know what it is about black cocks that turn me
on so much but it might because they are attached to black guys.
When we completed this episode John was at it again.  Avis wants
us to introduce his son to anal sex tonight if Sean s in favor of
it.  "Sean, do you want to become a bottom tonight?"
"Yes," Sean answered definitively.
"Well, then let's take you to the den and get you bent over the
bed and, after some finger-play, we will introduce you to some
cocks starting with Jimmy and working your way up to your father.
 I will direct this operation and the men are going to be asked
to only fuck Sean long enough for him to adjust to the size.  The
man's reward for his restraint will be to fuck Jimmy or young
Stephen to fulfillment. If, however I sense that Sean is about to
cum I will not interrupt it.  Sean, you can signal me by saying
simply, "I need it!"  Okay?"
Sean nodded eagerly and even led the way to the den.  Avis was
clearly stunned by the den and stood there for a minute taking it
all in.  As a boy-lover he was completely taken by the painting
of young Johnny.   John took Sean over to the bed and bent him
face-down across it.  It was just the right elevation from the
floor.  John placed an open jar of Vaseline on the bed beside
him.  He pulled the boy backwards slightly so that the fucker
would have access to the boy's prick.  Sean was wide-eyed in
anticipation.
John got between Sean's parted legs, dug his fingers into the
Vaseline and brought them to up to coat the surface of Sean's
willing cunt.  Then he used his index finger to probe inside.
"Does that feel nice, Sean?" He asked.
"It feels good."
John took his time going from one finger to two before three. 
Sean liked everything so far.
"It's nice to have something inside your love canal isn't it,
Sean."
"It feels really good."
"Do you think you are ready for some cock?"
 "I want some cock."
It was Jimmy's turn. His pretty little cock was already lubed up.
 He took John's place between Sean's legs and, manfully began to
work his cock right into Sean's pussy.  Sean loved every bit of
it.  He had no discomfort with the smaller size and they fucked
slowly while I lubed up my cock.
  John was the timekeeper and he called a halt. "Get on the bed,
Jimmy, and in a few minutes you will have some sexual company. 
No one is going to left out of the fun."
I got between Sean's legs and he turned his head to whisper, "I
really love you.  I almost wish it was just us."
I brought my cock to his entrance and took it slowly.  My cock
was as big as most of the men he would meet and I wanted him to
feel pleasure.  He grimaced at a couple of points during the
entry and I stopped to wait.
	"You're doing it just right, Stephen.  He feels good doesn't
he?"
	We each thought John was talking to us and we both answered,
"Yes" at the same time, causing us to giggle.
	It took a while but we were finally fucking and he was screaming
out in pleasure. "I need it!" He shouted. 
John let us go and we fucked like crazy boys. I manipulated
Sean's cock for him and in a few ecstatic minutes Sean was
shooting his pearly white ammunition all over the edge of the bed
and on the tile and a moment later I was seeding him as well.  I
relaxed and let him calm down before I pulled out.  I thought to
myself he really does love me in a way.
	Jimmy's father was next.  John had Sean turn around and slide on
to the bed on his back.  He had him raise his legs in the air.
Ron  was about the same size as me so he wasn't going to be
allowed to last that long unless Sean expressed another need to
cum.
	"That was so good to see," Jimmy said, when I took my place
beside him.  "You are so beautiful, Stephen.  And you are the
best of lovers."  
	"You know how much I love you, Jimmy?" I asked. "I've been nuts
about you from the very first time in the cafeteria. You are so
pretty and so incredibly sexy."
	We kissed passionately before turning to watch Ron and Sean. 
Ron had bottomed out and Sean was tracing his fingers along the
man's back.  They kissed ardently.  We were looking at one very
happy young boy finding a bigger reason to live. They began to
move and in only a few short minutes John called it off.  They
were both disappointed but complied.
	Ron reluctantly slid out, and, rather than choose his every day
squeeze, crawled over to me.
	"Can you roll over for me, Stephen?" he asked. "I'd like to do
it from behind."
	  I put my head on the bed and Jimmy found me a pillow.  I stuck
my ass in the air and heard Ron say, "So beautiful!  You boys
have such beautiful asses."
He was entering me at the very same time that my father was
entering Sean but with a lot less difficulty.  I wasn't paying a
lot of attention to Sean's grimacing effort to take a much bigger
cock because I was involved in my own little share of heaven. 
And it was nice.  Mmmmmmmmm.  It was really very nice.  Ron was
good at fucking and I loved it.  I even felt like I was headed
for another cum when he beat me to it.  I felt the thrilling
bombardment of semen deep inside where all the real pleasure
begins.  Mmmmmmmmm.
	Ron turned me back over on my back to smother me with kisses.
	"Man sex is so beautiful to watch," Jimmy said.  Even my mother
enjoys watching my father and me.  It's not just because it's
family loving, either.  She likes watching him fuck other men,
too."
	In spite of the fact that his own father would be next we heard
Sean yelling, "I need it.  I love you."  And he and my father
rode it out to a screaming conclusion.  I guess it was safe to
say that Sean had fully acclimated to a big dick. 
	My father slipped out with a dripping cock and a big smile.  And
now it was time for the main event, the first coupling of a
father and son.  Sean's legs were raised and he was smiling in
anticipation of the very first of what was bound to be life-long
expression of the love of father and son.  The opening of Sean's
pussy was now gaping.  We gathered around to watch all naked and
hard.  Some of us knelt on the bed beside them and some of us
stood on the floor.
	Avis knelt at the precious entrance and guided his long black
cock home.  Sean's pussy was wide-open and wanting as Avis's cock
searched out and found the secret places of delight.   And they
fucked as we all applauded.   It was profound.  It was sweet.  It
was pleasureful.  We watched in rapt enjoyment until each went
over the edge with Sean screaming his head off.
 	Then we turned to each other to randomly seek out partners to
fuck some more.  Lips locked and gave way to tongues.  Men and
boys embraced.  I wound up on my back with big John on top of me
and then in me.  I couldn't have been happier.  It became a
sexual romp.
	My desire to get fucked had turned into an urgent need.  It was
with me every day.  If I saw an attractive man on the street or a
boy at school I immediately felt the urge, a tingling deep in my
ass.  I would do my best not to stare at crotches but the urge
was so strong.  And now big John was inside me and fucking me
gently.  He was fucking me sweetly.  His lips were pressed to
mine as we rose and fell together.  He would remove his lips to
whisper naughty things in my ear before bringing them back to
mine.  He fucked the cum right out of me in the form of a pearly
white geyser that flew everywhere.    "Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
	Wow! So good! So nice! 
(bostbr101@aol.com)
  
	

	
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra 
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
	On Saturday morning my phone rang just as my naked mother and I
were waking up in bed.  It was Father Mulcahey.  
	"Stephen, I know this is awfully short notice but I need you for
our Sunday presentation. One of the boys broke his leg on a
skate-board and I need to replace him."
	"What kind of a presentation, Father?" I asked.
	"It's a group strip tease involving two boys and two girls who
then have sex on the altar. 
	"So I do it with a girl?"
	"No! No!," he said.  "The boys do it together and so do the
girls."
	"Wow, nice," I said. "Do we fuck?"
	"The boys fuck and the girls eat each other."
	"Who gets to fuck who?"
	""I'll give you the choice.  Which would you rather do?"
	"I'd rather be the one getting fucked," I said.
	"Then that's the way it will be."
	"Who's the boy?" I asked.
	"The lucky boy you mean. He's Peter Boyle.  You know him.  His
father is the one who drove you to Gay night."
	"Wow!" I said.  "I don't know what he looks like as a boy but he
was sure pretty as a girl."
	"Well he's almost as pretty as you.  But you have to be here at
the church for a rehearsal this afternoon and Peter's father will
be picking you up at two."
	Peter turned out to be every bit as handsome as he was pretty
and I found out he played high school football at Rindge,
something we couldn't talk about when we were being girls.
Peter was fifteen and both of the girls were fourteen and they
were as pretty as pictures.  It was obvious that we were all
chosen strictly on looks.  Brother Frank was the choreographer
and he showed up in a halter and short-shorts and pranced around
the front of the chapel showing us how to strip.  He had us keep
on our panties and thongs and simulate the sexual acts that we
would be performing for real on Sunday.
"You need to abstain from sexual completion today," he said.  "We
need you to be very, very, horny tomorrow morning."
The rehearsal went smoothly and we were told to dress like kids
meeting after school.  He wanted us to remove parts of our
clothing in unison.  The music was called "Let's Have Fun" with a
very sexy beat. We stripped down to our underthings several times
before the afternoon was over.   We were taught how to tease
while we danced by lowering our briefs and panties to show little
glimpses of our love places before pulling our underthings back
up.   It was a lot of fun even to see the girls nearly hairless
pussies as they showed them.  I had to admit the pussies were
very sweet.  Peter appeared to have a cock that was even bigger
than mine.  I had to admit I was a little nervous about it all
but consoled myself with the knowledge that the congregation
would be happy just to see four naked pretty kids have sex.
We were waiting in the sacristy on Sunday while the near naked
congregants filed in with sexy music playing in the background. 
It was just amazing how the panty-hose could turn the assembly
into a sleek, sexy gathering. I knew my father was in attendance
for the first time.  Before the day was over he would get to
watch his wife have sex with other people for the first time
which was nice.  I saw him in the crowd standing next to Ron and
I sensed that they were getting to be a thing.  Nice.
Avis and Sean were there for the first time as well looking very
sexy in their bulging  panty-hose.  The hose was particularly
sheer and their big black cocks could be clearly and deliciously
seen.
Father Mulcahey entered with his scantily dressed altar boys to
the strains of "Let's Have Fun."  He was wearing a red cassock
this week with a white sash as he climbed the pulpit and stood
waiting for the music to end.
"Let's have some fun tonight," the girl's chorus sang.  "Let's
fuck each other tonight.  Let's fuck our children tonight.  Let's
all have fun."
"Let's take off our clothes tonight.  Let's all be naked tonight.
 Let's feel each other tonight.  Let's all have fun."
	The handsome celebrant raised a hand to cut the music.  "Good
morning, Ladies and Gentlemen.  Let us Pray. Let us pray that all
of us who are present this morning, followers as we are of the
good god Eros, fulfill to the fullest our most ardent sexual
desires."
	"Amen." They responded.
	"May loving husbands and loving wives find sexual fulfillment in
loving other husbands and wives."
	"Amen."
	"May men and women seek pleasures with members of their own
sex."
	"Amen."
	"May men and women seek sexual pleasures with the children of
others."
	"Amen."
	"May the smells and sights of sexual emissions permeate and
bless our hallowed halls."
	"Amen!"
	"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, we are going to see a group
strip tease performed by four beautiful teen-agers."  This was
met with thunderous applause.
 "Our presenters are Peter Boyle, who is fifteen, Stephen
Haywood, who is thirteen, Caroline Reed, who is fourteen, and
Susan Dimitri, who is also fourteen."
     	The four of us made our entry in bare feet while holding
hands.   We each wore polo shirts and shorts.  As the music
resumed we began to move sensuously.  We turned our backs to the
audience and wiggled our rears.  We turned back to the audience
and simultaneously and slowly lifted our shirts up over our heads
and tossed them away.  The girls were not wearing bras so their
tits were a pleasant surprise. The crowd responded.
	"Let's suck our partners tonight.  Let's use our tongues
tonight.  Let's adore tits tonight.  Let's all have fun."
	The crowd got their first inclination that we were going to be
homosexual when the girls hugged and rubbed their tits together
as they danced.  And Peter and I felt each other's tits.  Peter
and I kissed and so did the girls as the crowd cheered.
	All four of us took off our shorts together to reveal our sexy,
skimpy underpants.  We continued to dance and tease by lowering
our underpants to show just little glimpses of cocks and pussies
before pulling them back up.  Peter and I had matching black
thongs and the girls had matching white satin panties.
	"Let's eat some pussy tonight.  Let's suck some cock tonight. 
Let's play with titties tonight.  Let's all have fun.   
	We held each other as we danced.  We turned our backs to each
other as we danced.  The girls slid hands inside each other's
panties and felt all over front and back.  Peter and I grasped
each other's cloth covered cocks and rubbed them back and forth.
 Peter and I kissed and so did the girls.
	It was all very sensuous and finally the congregation began to
react. The panty-hose began to come down and deft hands began to
grope. The altar boys lowered their panty-hose to masturbate.  
Father Mulcahey unbuttoned the crotch area of his cassock and
took out his beautiful cock to masturbate.
	The four of us finally turned our backs to the crowd and
together lowered our underthings to the floor.  We danced
sensuously allowing the audience to masturbate to the sight of
our pretty under-age undulating asses.  They were masturbating to
the sight of boy's asses.  They were masturbating to the sight of
young girl's asses.  The masturbation was gaining momentum.  
	"Let's go gay tonight.  Let's visit Lesbos tonight.  Let's be
homosexual tonight.  Let's all have fun."
 It was show-time and we finally turned for them.  The crowd
continued to masturbate to the sight of four fully aroused
adolescent genitalia.  Our cocks were hard. The girls' pussies
glistened.  The masturbation grew more intense.
	I lay down on the altar next to Susan.  My legs were raised
while hers were spread.  As Caroline put her head between Susan's
legs Peter got on top of me.  The beautiful Peter entered me with
a gasp.
	"Let's all go down tonight.  Let's  suck and fuck tonight. 
Let's all cum together tonight.  Let's all have fun!" 
	Caroline moved around until the girls were in a sixty-nine while
Peter and I began to fuck. He was wonderful.  His prick slid in
and out so nicely. I lifted my pelvis to meet his thrusts and I
was in heaven. I was getting like Jimmy Welch.  I liked being
naked in front of people.  I liked having sex in public.  I liked
cumming in front of people and that's what I did, shooting semen
in every direction.  
	The semen was flying around in the congre-gation as well. 
Panty-hose had been lowered to just above the knees as orgasms
abounded.  Father Mulcahey's cum came flying from atop the
pulpit.  Loud groans and agonized shrieks accompanied the
self-pleasuring.
	It was only the morning Mass and we had the whole day ahead of
us.  I needed to get fucked again in the worst way.  And I would
need to get fucked again after that.
	 (bostbr101@aol.com)
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra 
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

	On Monday after school my mother and I drove over to Dorchester
to pick up Sean.  She had offered to take him to Victoria's
Secrets to buy his lingerie for Gay night and even pay for it
since his father, Avis, was a hard-working construction worker. 
Even if his father was out of work and unable to pay his tithe
there was no way anyone in the church would not want to make room
for these two sexy black guys.
	Sean was all smiles and excitement.  The idea of putting on
girl's panties was giving him thrills.  Along the way back to the
Cambridge Mall he never stopped chattering. 
	Wendy was a little embarrassed to see us because she hadn't
called.
	"I've been trying to get up the nerve," she confessed, "but the
idea of having sex with a minor was making me nervous."
	"That's okay, Wendy," my mother said.  "I understand.  "Sooner
or later you will decide it is something you want to do and,
believe me, you will never look back.  But in the meantime we are
going to need some lingerie for Stephen's little friend, Sean." 
	Wendy stared at the handsome fourteen- year old before asking,
"And you're gay too?"
 	Sean nodded with a sheepish smile and squirmed shyly.
	"Most of the black girls I've been with favor white underthings
because of the contrast with their skin color," my mother said. "
Pinks and blacks seem to get lost. Do you find that to be true?"
	"Either that or shocking bright colors like red or yellow will
go nicely."
	"What would you like, Sean?" My mother asked.
	"White," Sean said.  He was so excited that he didn't want to
say much.
	"I'm going to be buying another outfit for Stephen, too," my
mother said.  "I don't want him entertaining his friends in the
same things all the time."
	"Another corset?"
	"No, this time we'll want a bra and no garter belt.  Just bra,
panties and stockings." 
Sean got his white.  He chose very tiny silk panties that might
barely conceal his considerable black cock even when flaccid.  He
chose a white bra and white mesh stockings.  We found him a black
page-boy wig that was cute as a button.  He seemed altogether
beside himself over the black shoes.  He really had a thing about
wearing heels.
"Could you do me a favor, Wendy?" My mother asked.  "I am a
little concerned that Sean's cock may not fit inside the panties.
 Could you take him to the dressing room and check it out for
me?"
Wendy was only too happy to comply and when the two of them went
behind the curtain my mother whispered to me, "We'll be getting a
call from her after she sees that cock, you can bet on it."
"Mom, what difference does it make.  We belong to a church with
so many people to have sex with that we really don't need to be
in the lookout for more."
"I think she's very cute and the idea of introducing her to
having sex with children appeals to me."
While Wendy and Sean were engaged for what was an inordinate
length of time Mom and I picked out some things for me.  I went
with electric blue panties easily as tiny as Sean's.  I found a
white, gauze, see-through bra that was really designed for
bed-time.  It had blue and yellow ribbons to tie it on the sides.
 We both agreed that it was very sexy.  We also found some white
mesh stockings to our liking.
Wendy and Sean finally emerged from the dressing room with faces
flushed.  Sean was smiling.  We were sure that at least some
touching had gone on.  I thought that it was good for Sean to
touch a girl since up to now his sex had been exclusively male.
"The panties are quite small but pretty and I am pretty sure that
he will be able to contain his..........his ............"
"Cock!" My mother offered.
"Yes, his cock.  When it is flaccid," she told us, "But when he
is aroused he will just have to a.........to a............stick
it out in some fashion. But the panties look very nice and Sean
really likes wearing them."
"I take it you haven't had a chance to see Sean's cock when it is
flaccid yet."
"Uh, no," she said somewhat red-faced.
 Good for Sean, I thought.  He can go both ways.
"Rather than call," Wendy said when we were cashing out, "maybe
we could make a time right now."
"How about Saturday?"
"Saturday is five days away.  We can't make it sooner?"
"I have to tell you, Wendy sweetheart, we belong to a very
exclusive and secret sex club and we have a number of activities
through the week that tie me up.  Thursday night is strictly for
girls and Friday night is Bondage."
"Bondage?"
"Yes, bondage.  Have you done it?"
"No, but I'd like to."
"Would you like to go to a Lesbian night with me Thursday?  But I
have to warn you that there will be under-age girls there as
well.  If you were willing to have sex with an under-age girl
then we wouldn't have to worry about you blowing the whistle on
us.  And we could get you into the club."
"I would love to do that.  That is definitely something I would
like to do.  I would love to make it with young girls."
"Very young girls.  Girls who like other girls.  Some of them
will be as young as nine." My mother said.
"Wow.  Really!  That's really young.  Do they have orgasms?"
Wendy asked.
"Big time orgasms.  It's almost disgraceful.  Just give me your
address, darling, and I will pick you up at seven."
(bostbr101@aol.com)


   THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
                        By Tantra 	
             CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
We had to keep Sean's lingerie at our house because his mother
was not yet in on what was going on.  She had yet to be seduced.
So on Tuesday evening in preparation for Gay night Avis and Sean
stopped at our house for Sean to dress.
I was already dressed when they got there.  I had on my
see-through bra and blue panties and was prancing around in my
red high heels.  They both nearly swooned when they saw me.  
"He looks just like a girl," Sean panted excitedly.
"For tonight she is a girl," my mother sad.  "She is expected to
act just like a girl, talk about the things that girls talk about
and put out like a girl. When she goes to the restroom she will
sit to pee.  The same will be expected of you, Sean.
"I'm really going to like doing this," Sean said. "This is going
to be so much fun.  It's going to be like being an actor but with
real sex."
We had Sean strip down to his briefs and sit on the stool.  My
mother started with the lipstick and as soon as it was applied we
could see the bulge in his briefs expand.
"I don't know what it is about you gay boys," my mother said,
"but as soon as we start with the cosmetics you get hard."
"He is so anxious to put on his panties," Avis said.  "He was so
unhappy about having to leave them here with you because his
mother is out of the loop."
"We have to do something about her," my mother said.  "We need to
find a way to seduce her.  Tell me what she is like sexually."
"Well it's a mixed bag.  She's sexy in some ways and not in
others.  She likes to be tied up and have her pussy eaten.  She
goes crazy over that.  But the odd thing is she doesn't like to
be penetrated all that much.  She does it out of a sense of duty
to me.  Have you ever heard of a girl that, instead of spreading
her legs when she fucks she closes them.  She clamps down on your
prick to keep to keep it from entering too deep.  I used to think
that it was because I was unusually endowed but then one day she
said to me, 'How would you like to have some guy stick a red hot
poker inside you?'  She didn't realize at the time that I had a
lot of guys sticking a red hot poker inside me and I was loving
it."    
"She's a Lesbian," my mother said.  "A few Lesbians can't abide
penetration.  But it tells us how we should go about bringing her
into the fold. You can leave it to me.  I will talk her into
attending bondage night with me and we will have a convert for
sure.  She will go out of her mind.  When she is   shackled and
forced to endure having some female's pussy shoved in her face
she will understand her true nature. She will be so turned on to
sex she will welcome the fact that you and Sean are doing things
together."
"Do you think so?"
"There's not a doubt in my mind.  Once you unlock the key to what
turns a woman on you own her.  And the fact that she likes being
bound up is our key."
Sean's cosmetics were complete.  There was no need to add
eyelashes there was only the process of blackening the ones he
had.  Mother fitted the wig exactly in place. He looked
beautiful.  We had him stand up to lower his briefs and put on
his satin panties.  His cock was raging and Mom had him stick his
cock out of the side as she did with me.  
"You can't constrain that big guy for hours on end," she told
him.  "When we get to church you can stick it back in for short
bursts." 
His thinly padded bra came next followed by the stockings and
garters.  He didn't get a chance to practice with the shoes but
he slipped them on and stood back up and walked back and forth
gingerly.  All of his attributes were enhanced by the heels
especially that first class ass. 
	"I have never seen an ass that beautiful," my mother said.  "It
tells me you were born homosexual, Sean.  No one could have an
ass that beautiful and not be gay."
	It was so odd that everyone who saw Sean's ass came to the same
conclusion.  My mother next brought out the necklace with his
chosen girl's name on it that had been sent over by John.  
	"You are now officially 'Brenda' and whenever you wear this
necklace you will be a girl.  You will be a girl with a beautiful
and very big black cock, but a girl nonetheless.  You should
think of your cock as a clit.  You should think of your cock as
your pleasure source.  Every girl needs her clit to make her
happy and you need yours."  My mother reached out to feel it as
she spoke.
	Out came the camera.  Her first picture was one of Brenda and I
lowering our panties and holding each other's cocks.  Click.  We
took one kissing being careful not to smear our lipstick, with
our panties still lowered and our cocks touching.  Click!  We sat
demurely side by side on the couch with our panties in place and
our legs crossed.  Click!  While still seated next to each other
we lowered our panties until they hung on one ankle and spread
our legs so that our two cocks stood up proudly.  Click!  We
stood with our backs to the camera while looking over our
shoulders with our panties at half-mast and our asses exposed. 
Click!
	"I love the feel of wearing panties," Brenda confided to me. 
"It's so sexy!"
	It was time for Avis to take two horny young teen-age girls in
lingerie to church.  It was time for two horny young girls to put
out for the men there.  Brenda and I could hardly wait. 
(bostbr101@aol.com)
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra 
CHAPTER NINETEEN

	Avis was all over me in the parking lot and my lipstick was
hopelessly smeared before I got to the front door.  His huge
hands were under my gauzy bra as we walked to the building.  One
of his hands found my cock.  He couldn't keep his hands off of
me.  He was almost desperate.  I knew we would be lucky if we
were able to get him to strip dance before he was burrowing into
me.
	At the door to the sex room I made two or three futile attempts
to contain my cock inside my very brief panty and gave up on that
idea.  The music was blaring even more loudly when we went
through the door.  The dance floor was filled with writhing
bodies; virile males taking their clothes off and pretty little
girls most of them with their panties long since shed and with
clits that were standing tall.  It may have been my like
imagination but it seemed like the rapt attention of the
predatory males flirted between the pretty faces and their
agitated clits, while the attention of the little girls never
left the cocks and crotches."  
I felt the very same tingle deep up inside my pussy when I looked
at Avis or any of the other sensuous, writhing male bodies on the
dance floor.  Once you have discovered the awesome, and there is
no other word for it, thrills of penetration you are hopelessly
hooked.  You are a slut in waiting.
The lyrics kicked in on the music, sung by a group of boy soprano
voices.  They sounded like a half-dozen Michael Jacksons.  
"If you are a homo-boy a little wink will tell us.  If you're
into sucking cock there is no need to sell us. We're just like
you we want to do the things that bring us joy,  To suck and fuck
and frot and fuck from boy to boy to boy."
My father was moving sensuously and totally naked with his
rampant cock on magnificent display.  His partner was once again
the adorable eleven year old Cynthia who was back for more.  Her
panties were gone but she was still wearing her bra, garter belt,
stockings and shoes.  She had a purple wig of all things to go
with her made-up adorable face.  Her cock was equally hard and
they danced close to each other thrusting their pelvises so that
her little cock rode up his big one.  Then her little arms went
around him and they crowded close together and my father took
both cocks and brought them together with both of his larger
hands.  They were going for a frot cum right on the dance floor.
Mmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm.  Their lips were locked.  My father really
loved that little girl.
Avis peeled off his shirt as he danced sensuously and I turned my
back to him and lowered my panties. I pulled my cheeks apart to
give him a nice sensuous undulating view of what was waiting for
him.  When I turned back his pants were sliding down to his
ankles.  He danced out of them, bent over to pick them up, and
tossed them clear of the floor.
"If you are a homo-boy we want to see your prick.  We want to see
your pussy, too, to lick and lick and lick.  We want to lay you
on your back and raise your legs up high.  We want to burrow well
inside until we make you sigh."
If the visual excitement of sensuous naked men and partially
naked young girls weren't enough, the salacious music added even
more to the frenetic sexual insanity.
Little Jimmy Welch, now become Jamie, sashayed into view.  He was
able to somehow contain his tented nail inside his pink,
incredibly brief, panty.  After all, he was only nine.  The
projection was totally adorable.  It stood straight out like a
prow.  He danced beautifully, his tiny body moving with a
captivating grace. He was adorable.  He needed no wig.  His jet
black hair was now grown beyond his shoulders.
Her partner was a very handsome blonde in his early twenties
whose hair was also shoulder length.  He was clad only in a pink
thong that screamed out pansy and his large, quite stunningly
beautiful and overly large cock strained the crotch nicely.  He
was wearing lipstick and mascara.  I immediately found myself
playing that game we all did of envisioning that big thing inside
that little girl and it defied anatomical logic.
I felt the need to advise Jamie to pass on the idea of
penetration and settle for frot.
And speaking of frot my eyes sought out the frotting couple
across the floor who were no longer moving with the music.  They
were standing still.  Cynthia's purple head was nestled into my
father's chest.  My father's hands were taking their combined
cocks on a ride to heaven.  And the cum went flying.  It seemed
like the ejections were simultaneous or so close to simultaneous
you couldn't tell who was first.  The combination was copious but
surprisingly very little of it hit the floor.  Their upper bodies
were inundated. Cynthia had strands of cum hanging from her chin.
Their arms went around each other and they began to slow-dance
totally ignoring the wilder beat of "Homo-boys".  It was all very
romantic.
"The fun of being homo has much to do with cocks, and joining
other naked boys all getting off their rocks.  You need to take
your clothes off with other men and boys, to suck and fuck and
frot and fuck and all the other joys.
I managed to dance closer to Jamie just as her partner's thong
was coming down.  The cock was enormous.  It made your mouth
water.  It definitely fell into the category of unusually
endowed.
"It's too big for you, Jamie.  You need to wait a year at least.
Maybe two."
"I really want to try it.  Bad!  It could be my biggest thrill
yet."
"And it could hurt like hell, too.  Why don't you settle for
frot?"
The young guy danced closer.  He knew what we were talking about.
 "I've been with boys that young, Stephanie," he said.  "I know
how to be careful.  It isn't like Jamie is a virgin.  He's a very
experienced young boy."
"Girl!" I reminded him.  "she's a very experienced young girl."
"Of, course," he said.  "Sorry about that.  Maybe you would feel
better if we joined you and Avis at the fuck table and you could
watch and see that she is comfortable.
"What about Brenda?" I asked looking around.
"Brenda's doing just fine," he said.
Brenda had danced her way over to a single black guy of around
fifty, who I couldn't recall seeing before.  He was a bear type
and totally naked.  His cock was average in length but well above
average in thickness.  He had a beard and a gleaming, lecherous
smile that indicated that he was more than pleased with his
lovely quarry.  And, god help her, she seemed very happy about
him, too.
 We were all dancing in the direction of the lube table with one
thing in mind.  I hadn't even sucked a cock yet but I was more
than ready to satisfy that tingle that I could feel well up
inside my pussy first.  And I had just the guy to do it with, a
big, endowed, black, sensuous, homosexual lover.
The tables were filling up quickly and Brother Frances had just
taken the first of the four corners at one.  So, thinking on his
feet, Avis said, "You girls lube up and we will be waiting at
Frank's table.  You'll have to bring lube for our cocks."
Our three dates didn't bother to dance over to the table but
moved quickly to lay claim.  They took up  positions  facing
outward with their cocks eagerly in wait,  about to obtain their
first coating of lipstick.  We were going to get to suck some
cock after all.  Mmmmmmmmmmm.  
Brother Frances had found herself another femme, a pretty blonde,
and Frances was on her knees sucking her cock.  They were both
sans panties and bras but still wore garter belts, stocking and
shoes.
"Homo boys dress pretty," went the very appropriate lyrics, "to
lure the other guys.  That homo boys wear panties should come as
no surprise. Homo boys get naked with other naked boys.  To suck
and fuck and frot and fuck and all the other joys."
Our panties were off and tossed on top of a growing heap under
the table to be recovered later. We helped lube each other's
pussies.  I took a tube of K-Y with me as we danced off
sensuously toward our anxious, eager cocks.
"Homosexuality has now become the rage. Homo boys are finding
that it's fun at any age. Bears and twinks and muscle men turned
on by little boys, will suck and fuck and frot and fuck and all
the other joys."
I went to my knees on the hard linoleum floor and took my big
black cock in both hands and made love to it.  It needed no
fluffing.  It was bursting at the seams.  But I needed to love
it. I needed to slide my tongue up its full length and down to
the huge black balls.  I just loved black cock and couldn't help
it. The helmet was a beautiful contrasting pink and I ran my
tongue around it, tickled the underside and brought my mouth down
over it.  My lipstick coated the entire length of that beautiful
cock.  Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm! 
Slurp, Slurp, slurp.  My cheeks were bulging but retracted
slightly when I sucked.  I looked up to see his pleasured
expression and hear his small sighs.  I almost fully satisfied my
urgent desire to suck cock before my even greater desire to get
fucked took over.  My lips finally let go and, with my eyes
trained on his, handed him the lube.  Jamie and Brenda were still
on their knees still sucking and when I stood up I could see that
little Jamie had Harry on Cloud Nine.  As big as Harry's prick
was and as tiny as Jamie's mouth was, there was complete
compatibility.  Jamie was as skilled at the art of sucking cock
as any girl could possibly be.    
	Frances was already bent over the table and her femme
girl-friend was just bottoming out.  It was girl on girl, with
lipstick, hair and garter belts. They made a pretty lesbian
couple with clits large enough to matter.  And now Avis was
starting to enter me.  Oh yes, oh yes.  There was no doubting
that a huge cock was entering me.  Avis was sliding his big,
black delicious cock up into me and reaching all of the right
places.  It was huge!  It was so big!  It was so nice
Mmmmmmmmmmm!  Mmmmmmmmm!  It was so good! 
   I looped my left arm around Frances and kissed her full on the
lips.  She had been my very first fuck.  She had been my first
glorious fuck and it was something you never forget.  Frances
hand found my cock, squeezed it and started to fondle it before
stroking it up and down.  Avis and I had begun to fuck.
"Homo boys are naughty.  Homo boys are bad.  Homo boys will do
things that make their parents mad. Homo boys can't help it. 
Their urges are too strong.  The world of sex with men and boys
is where they must belong."
Jamie leaned over the table to my right and I was entranced by
the skillful way that Harry's unusually big cock was finding its
way inside him.  If there was any discomfort at all it wasn't
obvious.  In fact all evidence pointed to the exact opposite.
"Oh, yes," Jamie uttered with her pretty blue eyes glazed over. 
"This is so gooood!  This is so niiiice!"
She had been right all along.  Even at nine years old she was
capable of taking a huge cock without pain or discomfort.  She
wasn't even old enough to cum, yet her pleasure was enormous.  It
was truly enormous.  You could see it.  You could hear it. She
was being transported to never-never land.  My hand found  her
nail of a cocklet and added to her pleasure.  Her thin little
left arm looped over my shoulder and her lips found mine. 
Slap, slap, slap!  The fuck tables were perfect for ultimate
satisfaction. A neighboring hand was working your cock while you
were being fucked from behind.  And I had a cute little cock to
play with, too. And there were kisses.  And the slaps got louder
as the desperate search for culmination grew more intense. 
Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!
"Homo boys are sexy.  Homo boys are hot. If homo boys will smile
at you it means they're hot to trot.  They want to take your
clothes off and see a naked boy.  And suck and fuck and frot and
fuck and every other joy."
It was time to cum.  It was time for the ultimate pleasure point.
 It was time for the culmination of all of the pent-up sexual
energy.  It was time to go over the edge....... to let
loose....... to feel it..............the ultimate thrill.  I
could have taken Frances's hand away to ensure no interruption of
my journey to the magic land but she was doing it just great. I
thrust backwards as it happened to become enthralled with every
precious inch of cock deep inside me and my lover was right there
with me every step of the way  I could feel his hot seed filling
my insides.  Wow! He needed it every bit as badly as I.
Frances had reached down with her other hand to catch my cum. 
Other hands came to the top of the table filled with cum.  Mine
was the only one empty but Jamie had definitely felt it with
great intensity.  Maybe it was even greater than the rest of us.
They say that dry cums last longer and have greater intensity. 
She  touched  tongues with me as she came down from her high.
Frances offered her hand so that I could take in some of my cum
and she turned to receive some of her own from Brenda. I went
back to kissing Jamie and fed her some blended cum.  The
snow-balling went twice around the table from girl to girl until
our partner's cocks were finally disengaged.  Then we turned to
feed the last of it to our fuck partners and everyone was happy.
Jamie may have been the happiest of all.  I remember what my
mother said.  When you had the experience of being fucked by an
unusually large cock  your entire universe was reduced to his
cock and your pussy and nothing else existed.  Your pleasure was
focused on the very spot where your pussy and his cock were
delightfully joined.  That's exactly what little nine-year old
Jamie had been experiencing and it showed in her flushed cheeks
and happy smile.  She had just received everything her gay little
girl nature desired and desperately needed.  She was a very, very
happy sweet little nine year old girl.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
(bostbr101@aol.com)CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER TWENTY
It was after ten when my father led me to the car.  I threw on
the loose fitting sweat shirt and gym pants that we kept near at
hand in case we got stopped by a cop and didn't want to have to
explain what we were doing wearing panties.  The party was over
and Stephanie was back to being Stephen.
"You spent the whole night with that Cynthia," I said to my
father.  "You guys are really into each other big time."
"You're not jealous, are you?" he asked.
"No not at all," I said. "I'm just wondering how you are going to
play it if we ever get your precious Timmy into the church."
"Believe me, it will not be a problem.  I love both of them
almost as much as I love you.  But sexually I want them and you
to be totally promiscuous.  Gays can decide to be faithful in
certain situations but for the most part homo sex tends to
encourage playing around with a variety of partners.  Isn't that
the way you like it?"
"Dad, I had the greatest time tonight with Avis, and there were a
number of times when I thought I could have married him in a
heart-beat he was so romantic.   But I know deep in my heart that
I want to fuck other guys.  I just do."
"Of course.  But speaking of my beloved little Timmy,  John
Willard and  I concocted a plan tonight that involves you."
"Involves me?  How so!"
"We had Timmy doing his best to seduce his father by making sure
he was seen in his underpants but it kind of backfired in that
his dad told him that he was a big boy now and ought to me more
careful about the way he dressed around the house.  Both John and
I agreed that it had to be someone other than his own son and
some boy that was so beautiful that he was nearly irresistible."
"And you're thinking about me?"
"We thought we would do a Mrs. Robinson."
"What's a Mrs. Robinson?"
"Did you ever see the movie, The Graduate?"
"No!"
"Well this middle aged lady plans to seduce this recent college
graduate so she took off all her clothes and flashed him at her
house.  It is only a brief glimpse of her totally naked but it
burns itself into the young boy's brain and in a few days he is
calling her for date.  We think this will work with Mr. Timothy
Boland, Senior.  We are betting that if he sees a naked Stephen
Haywood he will not be able to rid himself of the image.  There
is a good chance that his first reaction will be to become very
upset and order you out of the house and tell his son not to
associate with you anymore.    But we are betting that once
having seen you naked he will be calling you back in a few days
asking to see you."
"You really think that will work?"
"Even if it fails, which I doubt, you will have the fun of
showing yourself naked.  You know you like to do that."
"How would we do it?"
"Tomorrow after school I would drop you at Timmy's house and he
would introduce you to his father as a school friend.  You would
go to his room and play video games until he supposedly gets a
call from a friend that wants to borrow his basketball.  He tells
his father that he will be gone for ten minutes to deliver the
ball.  I will be waiting a short distance away.  He will bring
the ball to me on his bike.  During the moments that he is away
you take off your clothes and present yourself to the father. 
You tell him that Timmy doesn't know but that you are gay and
very attracted to the father and if he wants to do things with
you just give you a call.  And you present him with your cell
phone number. Then you would be getting dressed before Timmy got
back."
It sounded like fun to me.  If I could turn Timmy's father on to
gay sex it would be very flattering.  And at the same time I
would be helping to introduce him to what could be the most
important event in his life as it was to mine.
So the following day, Wednesday, my father dropped me off a block
from Timmy's house and I walked to the front door.  I had no idea
what Timmy looked like but he had seen pictures of me and when he
opened the door, according to plan he greeted me like the
school-mate I was supposed to be.  Timmy was wiry and slightly
smaller than I.  He had flaming red hair and big blue eyes.  I
could see why my father didn't settle for a one-night stand. 
It was a big house and obviously expensive. Timmy took me to the
office where his father was at work and introduced me.  His
father's hair was just as red and his eyes were just as blue.
"So you're Stephen," he said.  "And your father teaches at
Harvard.  That's very impressive.  And, if I may say so, you're
very beautiful,  in fact too beautiful to be a boy!" 
I smiled shyly and so far everything was looking good.   On the
other hand Mr. Boland had all the appearances of being solidly
moral and not very flexible.
Timmy and I went to his room where he quickly said, "My father is
right!  You really are beautiful.  I didn't expect you to be as
pretty as you are.  Maybe this plan will work after all."
"Does your father have a girl friend?" I asked.
"He's had three since the divorce but for one reason or the other
they fade away.  I think my father is too wrapped up in business
for any real relationship to last.  At least that's what my
mother said."
"Do you sense any interest in men or boys?"
"None at all.  In fact I told your dad that the way we could best
get him into the club would be to get him involved with a mother
and an under-age daughter.  You would knock the socks off any guy
with an ounce of gayness in him but I think my father is going to
go nuts when you come on to him.   By that  I mean he is going to
get really pissed off.  I'm even thinking that maybe you might
want to forget the whole thing." 
"Timmy, this may sound a little weird but I actually like getting
undressed in front of people.  I get turned on by it.   Even if
he gets mad about it it'll still be fun for me as long as he
doesn't beat me up."
"That is kind of weird." 
"Probably!  But that's the way I am."
"I know I would like to see you naked."
"And I would like to see you naked," I said.  "You're very cute.
But it probably won't be today."
It was time for Timmy to get his fake phone call and I used my
phone to ring his.  He went down stairs, basketball in hand, to
tell his father that he would be gone for ten minutes.
I took off my clothes and went down stairs and right to the
office.  I was as hard as a rock. His gasp was worth the effort.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed.
I did a complete turn-around so that he got to see everything.
"Mr. Boland," I said, Timmy doesn't know it but I am homosexual.
And I find you very attractive.  If you would be interested in
having sex with me just call me."  And I put a card on his desk
with my number.
"Oh,my God, Stephen!   Oh, my God!  You are incredibly attractive
believe me.  I've never been so excited.  But I am sure you
understand that I could never do things with you because it is
too risky.  It is against the law and I would be risking
everything I've worked for."
I moved around the desk to where I was only inches away from him
with my cock standing tall and eager.  "Have you ever had sex
with a young boy?"
"Not since I was a young boy myself," he said.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, of course I liked it.  There were a few moments where I
thought I might be homosexual myself.  But this is different.  I
could get arrested."
I took one of his hands and placed it on my rampant cock.  He
immediately took it away.  But I persisted and put it back.
"Oh, God, it's wonderful,"  he said.  "I really appreciate your
showing me your............. your........ more than I can say. 
But I really can't do this."
His hand though was copping a feel.  He squeezed my cock and even
rubbed it before reluctantly taking it away again.  I closed the
inches between us and looping my arms around his neck brought my
lips directly down on his.  Out of the corner of my eye I could
see from the bulge in his pants that his passion was raging.
He tried to break off the kiss a couple of times but my tongue
pried his lips apart and touched his.  The kiss persisted and our
tongues played together nicely.  I felt his cock.
He managed to separate our lips for a moment.  "Timmy is due back
any minute.  You will have to get dressed.  I promise I will
think about it.  If there is really a way to keep it secret I
might like to try it."
"Timmy knows," I said.
"Timmy knows what?"
"I belong to a secret father and son sex club that Timmy wants to
join with you." 
"A father and son sex club?"
"Yes, fathers have sex with each other's sons."
"Timmy is........."
"Timmy is gay.  And he loves you.  And he wants to have sex with
you and the other fathers and sons.   And so will you."
I continued to lightly stroke his covered cock and he reached out
to grab mine.   Our lips and tongues returned to play.  We had to
break it off when I lifted his shirt over his head.  I unbuckled
his belt and unzipped his fly.
"I want you naked when Timmy gets back.  And I need to call my
father."
We didn't quite make it.  I was on my knees unlacing his shoes
when Timmy returned.  His dad's pants were down around his ankles
and he was still wearing his boxers.  But it was enough to cause
Timmy to break out in the biggest smile he could manage.  
"Way to go, Dad," he shouted.  "Welcome to the world of
homosexuality.  This is going to be so great!  We can join the
secret club at last.  I can do it with the father I love. I can
do it with other dads and you can do it with other boys like
Stephen.  I am so dying to join I have been going crazy."
Mr. Boland finally lost the worried look and replaced it with an
"I'm really into this" look.  He lifted his hips to allow me to
slide his shorts off and reveal his throbbing erection.  You know
how I love throbbing erections." 
"Mmmmmm, Dad, you look nice," Timmy said as he started tearing
off his clothes. 
"Timmy, call my father in while I suck your father's cock.  We'll
have a party."
Timmy fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket and made the
call while I went to my knees and began to make love to Mr.
Boland's cock.  The office chair was not suited for this but I
needed to let him feel the first sensations of a really nice blow
job before we moved. I needed to make sure he was hooked. I
looked up to see his glazed look and knew that Mr. Boland had
turned a corner.  
"Let's move to a couch, Tim," I said, subtly changing our
relationship by using his first name.  "The office chair won't
do."
He got up in a daze and I took his hand and led him to the living
room.  His totally naked son joined us.  We were all hard.  We
were all very, very hard. Tim sat down and I went to my knees and
resumed sucking.  Timmy knelt on the couch beside his father and
brought their lips together.  Then he brought their tongues
together while I sucked.  I would take my mouth away and jerk
Tim's cock and then I would resume sucking.  
Tim came in a few short minutes filling my mouth with a battering
of cum.  Who could blame him?  How could anyone be surprised? 
How could he not cum with his tongue playing with his naked son's
and my expert ministrations on his cock.  He needed it.  He got
it!  And he loved it.  Knowing how it is to be in the first
throes of being gay I knew he wanted to do other things.  He
wanted to suck cock and he wanted to fuck little boys who wanted
to be fucked.  And now that he had come to grips with this other
side of him he was free to do it.   I got up to straddle his lap
and give him his first cum kiss and he loved that, too.
The doorbell rang and a naked Timmy went to open the door for my
smiling father. His shirt was off before Timmy had even closed
the door and his pants came off next.  Big Tim could make note of
the sexy silky thong briefs that were coming down as my father
reached the couch.  No more mundane boxer shorts for big Tim
after this.  From now on it would be all about sex and being sexy
for other guys and boys.  He was going to need to wear sexy
thongs like the rest of us.  
"Hi!" My father said.
"Hi!" Tim said through a mouthful of cum.
"Why don't we go to bed and we can fuck each other's sons side by
side?"
"Is that what you boys want? Does that sound good to you?" Tim
asked with his eyes focused on the size of my father's cock.
"You are going to find that Timmy and I both love being fucked,
Tim," I said.  "We can't get enough of it.  It's what we fags
like to do."
On the way up the stairs my dad explained that it really wasn't a
father and son sex club they would be joining, but a church.  It
would be a church devoted to all forms of sex including women and
young girls.  It would be a church of incest they would be
joining, but one in which homosexuality was predominant for both
genders.
"Oh, my God," little Timmy said.  "Even I didn't know that."
"You know I never told Timmy this," big Tim said.  "But my wife
left me for another woman.  She had turned to women along the
way.  Maybe we will be getting back together if we can get her to
join.  I'll bet she would like the idea of some teen-age girl
getting it on with her."
"It worked that way for me." My father said.  "I'm moving back
home this week." (bostbr101@aol.com)
THE CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
                         By Tantra 
              CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"It's not for you, Stevie," my father said.  "You will find very
few boys there.  Bondage is for women and girls with submissive
natures and rape fantasies.  Or cuckold men who want to be
handcuffed and forced to watch other men fuck their wives and
listen to them tell them how much better it is with other
partners.   It is  for people who like to be humiliated and
spanked.  It's not for you."
"You may be right, Dad, I said, but I just want to see what it's
like.  If I don't like it at least I tried it.  Besides Mom says
it is very exciting to be rendered helpless and have someone
stronger make you do sexual things.  She even likes being
spanked."
"You know that John Willard has a boy party scheduled for
tonight.  Avis and Sean will be there.  Jimmy Welch is going to
be there and you know how much he loves you."
"Let me pass this once.  I just want to try bondage at least
once."
My mother had a different view.  "It is true that there are more
women than men but there are plenty of children, too.   There
will be about fifty or so sex slaves in all.  She made it a point
to tell me that beyond spanking and paddling and hot wax there
was little or no appreciable pain.  It was about Bondage and
Discipline and not about Sadism and Masochism at all."
Then came the bigger surprise.  As soon as Wendy, the pretty
young girl from Victoria's Secrets, got there we would be picking
up Violet, Sean's mother who had already been successfully
seduced.  It seems the night before Wendy and my mom had skipped
Lesbian Night at the church to do Avis a favor. 
When Violet got home from work Avis was waiting for her with
Sean.  It was her birthday.  He told her that he had a very
special present for her in the bedroom.  She had no idea what it
could be but when she went into the room Wendy and my mother were
stretched out on the bed, completely naked, with each of them
holding handcuffs.  Violet was stunned.  She didn't know what to
think.  Here she was with two very beautiful naked women wanting
to cuff her and render her helpless.  She couldn't believe that
Avis would do this.  She couldn't believe that her son Sean
obviously was part of it.  But when the two women got out of bed
to embrace her and undress her she didn't resist.  She didn't
want to take the time to even think about it.  She was like a
helpless puppet and surrendered completely.
She wound up in bed on her back with each hand cuffed to one
corner of the headboard.  While one girl ate her pussy expertly
the other sucked her tits.  Early on, true to her habit her legs
came together, involuntarily, boxing the ears of her cunt-lapper
soundly.  But before the night was over her legs remained splayed
when tongues very lovingly and lightly toyed with her clit.  She
had always believed that she was too ticklish and sensitive to
receive attention down there without an involuntary slamming of
her legs.  But now her legs couldn't have been more wide open to
savor the thrills of lesbian sex.
And it was more than just the overt sex that thrilled her.  There
was the nibbling, fondling, kissing and girl-talk that made the
moments between orgasms so delicious.  Sex with other girls was
different.  Sex with other girls was tender, sweet and, let's say
it again, delicious. 
While her pussy was being eaten she would have another pussy
lowered on her face.  It was the first time she had ever seen a
pussy close up and she loved it.  She had found her niche.  She
had very happily become a daughter of Lesbos. It was a new
beginning. 
Avis and Sean had gone out and left them alone so my Mom had no
idea what happened when they got together later.  It would have
been interesting to listen to that conversation.
 So, when Wendy arrived, we drove over to Sean's to pick up his
mother.  Avis and Sean had already left for John Willard's.  I
had previously only had a glance at Violet the night I picked up
Sean for his gay initiation.  Understandably my full attention
was drawn to Sean.  But tonight as she exited the three-decker
with my mother on the way to the car I took a good look.
She was beautiful in an athletic and raw-boned way.  She was
wearing a blouse and shorts, short enough to give full vent to
her long slender legs.  Her skin was the color of milk chocolate
and, having seen so many pussies of late my focus went right to
her crotch and my imagination began to envision how it might be
presented.  Would the black curly hair be completely shaved,
trimmed, or would it be in full bore.  Even as gay as I was would
I enjoy putting my blonde head down between those powerful brown
legs?  The answer is yes.
She got into the back seat with me and I wondered if I should
feel her up along the way.  Or maybe kiss. On the other hand, I
was experienced enough to appreciate that right now she was in a
newly formed, totally lesbian mood that ought not to be
disturbed.
"What happened when the boys got home last night, Vi?" My mother
asked.
"It was just after you girls left.  You couldn't have missed them
by five minutes.  I was lying on the bed still naked and
wondering how this new chapter in our lives was going to all play
out when I heard them at the door. So I didn't bother to dress. 
Even in front of my fourteen year old son I didn't bother to put
anything on when I went to the door to greet them.  I felt wild,
sexy and fulfilled, wild enough to show myself to my young son. 
Thanks to Avis and his generosity I had become a sexy lesbian
and, at that moment, even in front of my son, I didn't care who
knew it.  I just looked at Avis who was all smiles and said,
thank you! And asked him how he knew?"
"We're both gay, Vi," he told me.  "Sean and I are both gay.  The
sex is so great being homosexual that I was just hoping you would
want to be part of it, too.  It was a gamble but it paid off."
"And then he told me about the church.  He told me about the
incest, about the homosexuality, about the bondage and I told him
'Where do I sign up?'"
"Did you guys do anything last night?"
"I can't get over how sensitive Avis has become but he knew I was
worn out from you two and that I was in a strictly girl mood as
well.  Do you know where they had gone for the evening?"
"Where?" Wendy asked.
"Avis took Sean to the College Inn, the gay place in Boston. 
Sean was too young to be seen in the big room so they stashed him
in one of those off rooms they use privately for sex. He could
watch all the action through a curtain.  He could see all of the
gays groping while they danced in various stages of undress. As
luck would have it Peter Boyle, Senior was there with Brother
Frank and they joined Avis and Sean in the back room for sex. 
Before the night was over Sean had been fucked by all three of
the men.  So they were just as sated as I was.  We all needed a
rest.  You know what else?"
"What?" Wendy asked.
"Sean lowered his pants and bent over to show me the size of his
dilated pussy.  You could have put a cucumber in there.  He was
so happy about it.  It was as though his happiness was in direct
proportion to the size of the hole."
I didn't want to say anything but I knew the feeling first hand.

"Well tonight you have to do what the doms and mistresses tell
you to do and it might include getting fucked by a man or even a
boy.  So when you are questioned by the first Dom get be sure and
tell him, or her, that you are into girls.  They really want to
give you what you want up to a point.  They really want you to
receive pleasure."   
In the locker room at the church we got undressed.  My mom had
the girls cram their clothes in our locker.  To my surprise I
found myself looking at a naked Harry Arnold seated at the
cosmetic counter applying make-up.  When he stood up his big dick
was hanging in a semi-flaccid state.  When he saw me he came to
me immediately.  He was wearing lipstick and mascara.
"We never did connect on Tuesday, Stephen," he said, "as much as
I wanted to.  I knew that you wanted me too.  But you know how
those things unfold.  It is all a matter of timing and
opportunity.  We just never managed to be available at the same
time. But maybe tonight we can be together if you want to."
"I'd really like that but we don't have any choice, do we?  Don't
the Doms decide who does what with whom?""
"Sister Sarah and I get along really well.  If I get the chance,
without being impertinent, maybe I can get her to arrange it."
"It would be great if you could."  As we stood there looking at
each other our cocks began to rise simultaneously.  
"Just look at that!" Violet exclaimed.   "Did you ever see
anything like that?  Two guys getting excited for each other at
the same time.  That is so sweet!"  
	  Violet's lovely pussy was nicely trimmed and she looked so big
and strong.  Even though her tits were on the large side there
was absolutely no sag in them.  Wendy was the youngest and the
prettiest of the three girls and her pussy was completely shaved,
as bald as an eleven year-old.  My mother's pussy had a neatly
trimmed, very blonde, exclamation point above her clit.  I liked
looking at naked girls, too.  But I couldn't help but notice that
Harry's eyes never left me.  He was a hundred percent queer.
Naked we trooped downstairs arriving in a smaller ante-room that
led to the dungeon.  The  ante-room had shelves along two walls
that held the leather slave collars and a Dom was there to
distribute them.  He was black and burly and wore a hood with
holes around the eyes and mouth.  Leather belts criss-crossed his
massive chest, and a small leather pouch concealed what could
have been a massive cock, too.  He wore leather boots that came
to the knee with thick four inch heels.  As it turned out all
three male Masters would be dressed the same way.
	I had my collar attached and had my hands handcuffed behind my
back.  I was pointed to the door that led to the dungeon itself.
We were being dispatched one at a time.  
	"You will go through that door and stand in the painted circle
until a Master or Mistress comes to you.  Do you understand?"
	"Yes, Master," I said obediently.
It was a very large room, every bit as large as the Sex Room
upstairs.  It was already half filled with naked men, women, boys
and girls all bound in a variety of ways. Several of them lined
two walls with their manacled arms stretched above them.  Others
were strapped on their backs to leather tables with their feet in
stirrups.  There were three Saint Andrews crosses that held two
very young boys and a somewhat mature female with sagging tits
and a bushy cunt.
Toward the middle of the room a very attractive girl in her
mid-twenties was hanging completely upside down.  Her legs were
wrapped around a metal tank that was pressed into her pussy and
that vibrated and was turned on and off by a remote.  I could
hear the whirring  clearly.  Her expression was  beyond wild. 
She had reached the point of nirvana where her pleasure was
beyond description.  Every time she had an orgasm she would shout
out, "Thank you, Mistess!"  And they were repeating.  When the
drum was silenced she still had another orgasm.  She was in
another world. 
	One very attractive female was bound to a stockade with her head
and wrists locked and her legs spread so that her shapely ass was
sweetly accentuated.  The underside of her artfully shaved pussy
was clearly in view from the rear.  A dom was whipping her with
loud whacks and she was screaming.  Her fanny was welted with red
streaks.
 Anywhere you looked you found yourself stimulated by naked
slaves being forced into sex or required, while shackled to
remain witness to the unbridled eroticism.
	There was a hanging cage that held a male whose hands were
handcuffed behind him to prevent access to his raging cock.  He
was madly trying to create friction for it by rubbing it against
the iron bars.  On the table immediately in front of him his wife
was getting fucked by a handsomely endowed kid in his late
teens.
	"Oh, honey," his wife crooned.  "I wish you had a cock like
this.  It feels so good.  You have no idea how much more pleasure
he is giving me than I ever got from you.  It's so fabulous.  I
just love really being fucked for a change.  Ohhhhh, it's so
good!  So very good!  Look at his cock as it slides in and out. 
Isn't it gorgeous?  We're going to have to do something about
this.  I know now I am going to need other men to keep me happy.
You are just going to have to allow it.  Oh,so good!  You are
just going to have to face it, I am going to require the company
of other men from now on. I just love it so much!"
	The husband's cock was a little smaller than average, it was
true, but it appealed to me. I found it very pretty to look at.
But in no way did it compare with the long thin cock that was
sliding in and out of his grateful wife.  And the young kid was
good-looking, too, and obviously thrilled by the fucking.
   		The husband was probably ten years older than his fortyish,
but very attractive, wife and a trifle overweight.  He probably
would not have appealed to me when dressed but his little cock
was lovely. Next to the table was Sister Sarah with her jet black
hair in a bob.  She was wearing a bright red corset and knee
length patent leather boots with six inch heels.  She had no
panties.  Her unkempt black bush was as hairy as anyone could
imagine.  The incredibly copious amount of pubic hair she had was
her special feature and she wanted it seen.  And she was goading
the wife into saying things that were driving the poor cuckold
husband with the little cock wild.
		I was still standing in the circle with my hands cuffed behind
my back when a male Dom finally came to me.  Even though he was
masked I didn't think I had seen him before.  He was very tall
and very black.  His skin was the color of mahogany.  His little
leather pouch was bulging.
		"What is your name?" he asked.
		"Stephen, Master," I responded.
		He looked me over.  "Do you prefer boys to girls?" 
		"Yes, Master!"
		"Have you been fucked?"
		"Yes, Master."
		"Have you been fucked royally?  By that I mean by a cock bigger
than nine inches."
		"Yes, Master.  My father is nearly that big."	
		"Do you like girls at all?"
		"A little, Master."
		"Did you ever have an orgasm from being spanked?"
		"I've never been spanked."
		"You're committing a lot of serious sins for a young boy. Do
you think you ought to be punished for them?"  
		I wasn't sure how to answer that.
		"Don't you think you ought to be spanked for being so naughty?"
He pressed.	
		"Yes, Master."
He pressed a buzzer to signal the ante-room that the waiting
circle was available.
		"Come with me."
			He led me straight to the cage with the cuckold husband.  The
young boy had just pulled away from the happy wife and, with his
wilted dripping prick, was being led to the shackles along the
wall.  Sister Sarah then unshackled a very pretty boy of around
twelve.  He was wearing lipstick and mascara. He had fake and
very long eyelashes. He had jet black hair.  He had an erect cock
that was bigger than the husband's. And he was led to the foot of
the table where the wife lay strapped with her splayed slender
legs hung from stirrups and cum leaking from her cunt.  The
little boy was going to be next.
			My Master opened a door to the cage where a small staircase
led up to the opening.  He took away my handcuffs.  "I want you
to suck the husband while he watches his wife fuck that young
boy."
			I never hesitated.  I was in the mood for sucking a cock and
this guy's was very enticing to me. I climbed the stairs and went
inside and heard the door slam shut behind me. The guy was
looking at me with utter desperation.  I could see that his cock
was raging and, with his hands cuffed behind him he could do
nothing about it.
			"I'm Stephen," I said.
			"I'm Mort."  His eyes were pleading.  
			I lay down next to him and put my arms around him.  We looked
into each other's eyes.  "Are you bisexual?"  I asked.
			"I am now," he said.  "You are the most beautiful thing I have
ever seen."
			I brought my lips down on his and there was absolutely no
resistance.  We touched tongues.  My hand found his cock and I
fondled it.  He was supposed to be watching his wife get fucked
but he was now totally into me.  The kiss went on.
			"Oh, God!" he exclaimed when we finally broke it off.  "I'm
totally in love with you."  It was his wife's turn to be
jealous.
			I knew that I had this strange power over men and boys to make
them want to have pleasure with me and other members of their own
sex.  I was happy for it.  I went down.  I delicately tongued
each of his titties on the way.  And when my journey wound up at
the object of my desire I made love to it. I made total and very
expert love to it.  His pelvis rose and his moans could be heard
the length of the room.  I sucked that pretty little cock.  I
could take it all without gagging when it found the back of my
throat, it was lovely.  I took my mouth off and jerked him
lovingly while I told him.
			"So nice," I said.  "I just love your pretty cock.  And I want
to swallow your cum so just let it happen."
			"Oh, God, you are so wonderful.  Where did you ever come from?
 You are a beautiful angel!"
			He came two minutes after I resumed sucking, and he came
gloriously.  I loved the sweet taste and I made sure that I got
every drop.  I came up to cum-kiss him.  My lips were pressed to
his as we snow-balled.  And then we swallowed.
			His wife was in the throes of another orgasm but he couldn't
have cared less.  "Kiss me again, Stephen, I'm so in love.  That
was the greatest sexual experience of my life. How old are you?"
			"Thirteen," I said, as we touched tongues.
			I would like to have done more but the Dom was opening the
door.  "Alright, Stephen, come with me."
			I expected to be handcuffed again when I reached the floor
but, instead, I was led along the room to where the beautiful
Harry was handcuffed with his arms behind  his back.  His
glorious prick was standing at full mast.  A small footstool was
placed under my feet so that our cocks were level with each
other. His wrists were unshackled so that we could wrap our arms
around each other. The Dom began to loop ropes around us drawing
us into each other tightly.  Our cocks came together lovingly.  
Once we were secured face to face we were left alone.   We were
able to grind our cocks into each other and we were able to kiss
and we did both passionately.  It was a lipstick kiss and it
smeared sexily.  I made a mental note to wear lipstick on my next
visit.  My father was all wrong about the excitement of bondage
and I was going to want to make it a regular thing. 
			The sensation of having my cock rubbing up against Harry's
mammoth tool was beyond description.  I came wonderfully in a
matter of minutes.  Fortunately I stayed hard long enough for
Harry to finish strong.  And in another few minutes he shot off
between us.  Our stomachs were flooded with cum.  Our closeness
did not allow our pearls to rise above our navels. And we kissed
some more.
			"They did this for me last week and I like it," Harry said.
			"They're very good to us."
			"I've been a member of the church for three years," he said,
"but I've only been coming to bondage for a month.  It's fun
isn't it?"
			 The cum on our tummies was getting cold but it was still
nice.  One of the unique thrills about male sex is our ability to
produce sperm.  It stood as clear evidence of pleasures enjoyed,
whether it came to rest on our bodies, our clothing, on sheets,
or carpets.  And to have it spurting inside your mouth or pussy
was the ultimate thrill.  In a few minutes, the cum on our
abdomens would be turning to crystal but even that was sumptuous
to taste.   We kissed some more.
			Over his shoulder I saw my own mother bound and spread-eagled
on a leather bench.  A young girl of around ten was eating her
pussy and an older woman was play8ing with her tits.	
			A Dom finally came to untie us.  Harry was told to stay put
and I was led to a stockade and required to lay my head and
wrists into the grooves.  The top half came down and I was
secured.  My rear was rendered vulnerable to anyone's attention
and I wiggled it seductively to give the onlookers a thrill. 
Ahead I could see Violet on her knees with her tongue on the clit
of a girl of around eleven who was shackled along the wall.  The
young girl was squirming in delight.
My Dom was back with a boy of around seventeen.  He was more
handsome of build than face, but sexy.  He had a crew cut and a
broken nose but had broad shoulders and a tapered waist.  He
stood a hair below six feet and his uncut cock was nearly as big
as Harry's.
		"I want you to get him ready to fuck you," the Dom said to me.
The Dom was holding a tube of K-Y. 
		The kid stepped in close and I opened my mouth His lovely cock
went in.  I could not use my hands.  The Dom was preparing my
pussy while the boy fucked my mouth.  I sucked and tongued the
sliding cock.  With his cock in my mouth I couldn't even ask his
name.  He looked tough but his actions were gentle and I liked
him.
		Finally the Dom signaled the boy to move behind me.  As soon as
his cock came out of my mouth I asked him his name.
		"Richard," he said.  "And you're Stephen.  Everyone knows you."
		
"I felt his cock at the entrance to my love canal and felt it
enter slowly and without resistance.  It was very nice.  It was
filling a void that I needed filled. I liked to get fucked. The
Dom came to the front of the Stockade and unsnapped his leather
pouch to free a ten inch monster.  
		"After Richard is through I will be next.  Do you think you can
handle this?"
		"I want that, Master.  I want that very much."
		And I wasn't kidding.  I really did.
		Richard didn't take long to breed me.  And then, at the Dom's
direction, he got down on the floor in a sitting position under
my extended lower body to pay attention to my cock with his hands
and mouth.  The Dom's big cock slid into my eager pussy in one
straight shot right to the hilt. I took it like a champ. I was
being sucked and fucked at the same delightful time.  The Dom was
skilled and Richard wanted my cum.  I was crying out in pleasure
as it happened.  The Dom was spraying my insides at the same
moment that I was giving Richard his reward.  The Dom remained
inside me for several long minutes after he had cum, breathing
heavily on the back of my neck.
		"I need to see you again," Richard said from under me. "I very
desperately need to see you." 
		"We'll do it," I said.  "Do you come to gay night?"
		"As soon as the school year is ended I will start coming again.
My parents don't allow me to come to the church on school nights
until my marks improve.  But I can look for you on Sunday.  I
really need to make love to you, Stephen. I really need to suck
your cock."
		"You were not given permission to talk to each other," the Dom
said while still holding me tightly.   He had been kissing the
back of my neck.  If you had not done so much with my big cock
you would be getting the beating of your young life."  Even
though his words were harsh the prior gentle nuzzling from an
authoritarian Dom was a dead give-away that he really liked me. 
"On your next visit I am going to make sure that you are properly
punished.  And I know you will be back."
"Yes, Master," I said.  "I will be back.  You can count on it."
(bostbr101@aol.com)                       CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
                       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
			"Stephen, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Robin
asked.  
She was the dream girl of the ninth grade, who, in her mind at
least, was meant to be teamed with the class dream-boy.  But it
hadn't happened and she was baffled by it.
"Sure go ahead," I said, with a good idea of what the personal
question was going to be.   It had been bound to happen.
"Are you gay?"
"Now why in the world would you ask a question like that?" I
answered calmly.
"Well, as good-looking as you are, you don't seem to have a
girl-friend and people are beginning to wonder why."
			It was the tail end of the school year and I could easily have
dodged the bullet until fall but I wondered if I even wanted to.
			"And your hair is now down to your shoulders," she continued.
"You could put on a dress right now and easily pass for a girl. 
Most boys wouldn't want to look that much like a girl."
			'How about if I put on panties and bra?' I thought to myself
but didn't say it out loud.  I had been a member of the Church of
Eros for three months now and every Tuesday on gay night I was as
much a girl as the beautiful Robin, and already entertained more
cock than Robin was probably going to enjoy the rest of her life.
 It was a wonder I hadn't yet begun to walk like Brother Frank or
developed a lisp.
			"Well, it's not anything I am ashamed about, Robin, so I don't
mind telling you that I do like boys.  But I like girls, too.  In
fact I'll bet without sacrificing your virginity and just with
fingers and tongue I could give you an orgasm that would knock
your socks off.  Being gay makes me more sensitive and giving."
			She went into a coughing spasm that didn't want to quit.
			"I do it the way a lesbian would," I said, softening my voice.
"Very gently and without any penal penetration I can take you on
a ride to the other side of the moon.  Would you like to try
it?"
			She turned several shades of red but I could sense that her
panties were getting wet.
			"I would return you back to your mother as virginal as you
were this morning but you will have taken the first steps to
becoming a very sexual person.  You will know what it is like to
really cum."
			"My church believes that would be a sin." She stammered.
			"Except that the priests and nuns who are telling you that are
doing the same thing, don't kid yourself.   Once you become a
sensual, sexy girl you will be different.  Others will know it. 
People will sense it when they are around you just like you
sensed it in me.  Sexy boys and girls give off an aura."
			I wasn't just saying that.  I really was changed.  My three
months in the church had been the happiest of my life.  The
continual sex I was having had the effect of making me relaxed
and confident.  It was like your body's capacity to feel pleasure
had been irrevocably awakened.  It was like you came to
understand that your body was a pleasure palace just waiting to
be aroused.
	My father had moved back in with my mother and I and it was his
idea that the three of us have separate bedrooms.  Visitations
are so much sexier, he said, than just rolling over in bed with
morning breath. And he was right. They absolutely were.  It
seemed one or other of my parents was always tapping on my door
or I was tapping on theirs.  And the operative word around the
house was an unequivocal "yes."  The rule was we never said "no".
We wandered around the house dressed in unmentionables which was
sexier than total nudity.  The shades had to be continually drawn
at night.  And we constantly had visitors who were equally
undressed, other families with children.  The Bolands came at
least once a week.  Eva Boland had returned to the fold and she
and my mother kept each other very busy while the fathers went
down on each other's sons or each other.  Timmy and my father
made beautiful music together.
	Timmy told me how he got started hanging around the mall.  He
had met a man there who bought him an ice cream and took him home
to show him his etchings.  After that Timmy was hopelessly
hooked.  In between repeated sessions with his tutor he looked
for more company to keep him satisfied until he met my father. 
It was love at first sight.  Timmy thought he was the most
beautiful man he had ever met.  He never believed that his own
father and mother would be that much into sex but now the picture
was complete.  It was heaven on earth and he loved it.  We all
loved it.  That is what I told Robin that day after school.
	"You will love it, Robin, sweetheart.  Believe me, when I tell
you that you will really love it."
	"Where could we go?" she finally blurted out, the first sign of
interest.
	"We can go to my house," I said.  "My mother works nights and
she will be asleep."
	"Do you think we can do this without waking her?" she asked.
	"It depends on how much noise you make when you cum.  I may have
to stick a tennis ball in your mouth."
	"Stephen, I can't believe how sexy you are.  You are really
getting me excited.  I'm very nervous about this, but still very
excited."
	We walked the four blocks to my house and I brought my finger to
my lips as we approached the door.
	"We have to be very quiet." I said, carefully fitting the key to
the lock.
	I knew my mother would be up.  She was always up when I got
home.  She generally slept until two.  And nearly as often as not
she would be in the mood for something.  And this was Wednesday
an off-night at the Church and only the day after a partially
naked Stephanie Haywood knelt in front of a couch that held three
naked horny male adults moving back and forth from cock to cock
sucking.  
	Either way I knew my mother would be scantily dressed.  I really
had no business bringing a prospect home without warning and
raising obvious suggestions of incest.  But, like Robin, I was
thirteen and understood too well the sexual desires that raged in
a twelve year-old girl. Our imaginations at that age ran wild.  
There was the slimmest possibility that Robin would bolt and run
at the sight of my near naked mother and I would have put our
family in serious trouble.  But I sensed that Robin was sexy. 
She was the product of a moral Catholic upbringing but still
sexy.  I knew she was well aware of her exceptional looks and
would likely have the confidence to excite others by removing her
clothes.  I only hoped I was right.
	The lock on the door turned with a very loud click as I actually
hoped it would.  I entered first as though I were making sure
that no one was around. My mother was in the living and stood up
as I came in.  She was dressed in black lace panties, a garter
belt and black stockings but no bra..  Her perfectly shaped tits
were there for all to see.  
Before she got a glimpse of Robin she blurted out,  "Thank god 
you're home, Stephen, I've been so horny I................"
There was no turning back.  Robin couldn't have been more
stunned.  My mother's mouth fell open.  I needed to say
something.  And I did.
"Mom, this is Robin and she is here to have sex."
It was a gamble.  I turned to close the door in case Robin bolted
before I could explain.  So I softened my voice and started
talking hoping I would be able to say exactly the things I needed
to say.
"Robin, you may as well know, our family has sex together.  We
love each other and make love to each other in every possible
way. And, if you are interested we can include you in our fun. 
You would have all the sex you want in every variety.  My mother
is into girls as well as boys and even likes girls more.  You're
sexy, Robin.  You need sex.  Your beautiful body needs to be
naked and enjoying the sexual pleasures it can bring you."
I finally stopped talking. I rested my case.  Robin continued to
stare at my mother and I was hoping that her panties were getting
wet.  If her panties weren't getting wet I had no idea what would
happen next.
			It was my mother who broke the ice.  She came forward in a
purposely provocative slinky stride to envelop Robin in her arms.
 She took one of Robin's hands and placed it on one of her
boobs.
 "Will you let Stephen and me show you what sex can really be
like, Honey?" My mother asked.  "You are going to love it."
			It was the moment of truth and fortunately for all of us Robin
nodded her head without speaking.
			"Would it be alright if I undressed you, sweetheart?" 
			Robin nodded her head again.  My mother began to unbutton her
blouse and I lifted my shirt up over my head.  Robin was wearing
a training bra and that quickly disappeared to reveal the cutest
budding of little tits.  They were adorable and my mother tweaked
them ever so gently as Robin sighed.
			"Have you ever made love with another girl, Darling?" she
asked.  Robin shook her head, apparently still unable to speak,
but obviously thrilled by mother's manipulation of her tiny
tits.
	"Would you like me to make love to you?"
	Again she nodded her head in silence but she also threw her head
back in her earliest ecstasy as my mother brought her lips to her
little love buds.
  My shorts were already on the floor and Robin was staring at
the bulge in my thongs.  My mother's hands went deftly to Robin's
belt and she went to her knees as she lowered Robin's shorts all
the way to the floor.  The little girl's white cotton panties
were soaked. She was into it big-time.  
I took down my thongs and straightened to stand naked in front of
the two girls. Robin was drooling at the sight of my erect cock.
She reached out with one hand and I moved in close enough for her
to clasp it. My mother's lips closed in lovingly on the front of
the dampened crotch.  Much to our dismay Robin's phone began to
sound.  It was exactly the wrong moment to get interrupted.  My
mother had to back off to allow Robin to bend down to retrieve
her phone from her discarded shorts.
	"It's my mother," she said.  "I have to answer it."  My mother's
lips returned to the little girl's crotch and she began to lick
and suck along the wet cotton surface. 
	"Yes, Mother," Robin said, doing her best to keep her voice
steady.  "I am at a friend's house and I should be home just
before dinner, if that's okay with you.  I'm at Stephen
Haywood's.  No we are not alone.  His mother is right here if you
want to talk to her."  She handed my mother the phone and my
mother used her left hand to idly fondle the little girl's
crotch.
  	My mother held the phone to her ear for several minutes before
speaking so it would appear she had come from another room.  
	"Yes, Mrs.............  I'm sorry but I don't even know Robin's
last name.  Willet!  Alright, Mrs. Willet, you have nothing to
worry about.  They are just preparing for a test tomorrow.  It
was unexpectedly thrown on them today and I am even trying to
help them as much as I can.  They make an awfully good-looking
couple by the way so maybe we can expect to see them together
more often.  Alright,  Mrs.  Willet I am so sorry if Robin
worried you at all. Bye bye!"
	It was such an erotic scene.  An anxious mother being reassured
that all was proper while a few blocks away her twelve year old
daughter is about to have her completely soaked panties taken off
and her pretty, virginal pussy ravaged by an older, experienced
woman.  
	My mother was still on her knees. She smiled up at Robin and
Robin smiled down at her.  "It's fun, isn't it?  Being naughty
like this?  What if your mother could see her little girl now?"
	 My mother was so irresistibly sexy. Robin was so willing to put
her trust in her. My mother slowly took Robin's panties down to
the floor.  Robin stepped out of them demurely. Her sweet pretty
tiny pussy had a very sparse spattering of pubic hair but what
was there was as black as the hair on her head.  Her pussy was
secreting nature's lubrication.
	"Your pussy is so gloriously beautiful," my mother said.  "So
very pretty! And now you are going to find out how good it can
make you feel.""
	"Stephen said he would make me.........."
	"Cum?" My mother asked.
	She nodded shyly. "Without taking my virginity."
	"You will find that Stephen is an expert lover."
	"He said I could remain a virgin but I think I would like to do
it with him, after all," she said, and reached out to enfold my
rampant cock once again.   "I think I would like to go all the
way."
   	"That sounds like a good idea," my mother said  as she stood
and lowered her own panties and stepped out of them to bask in
all her glory. She was so sexy and enticing and Robin's eyes
traveled straight to her beautiful neatly-trimmed crotch on full
display below her garter belt.   "But why don't we do some girl
stuff first.  Why don't you let me first show you how good it can
be between girls."  
	Robin seemed not to be able to tear her eyes away from my
mother's cunt. "Okay."
	My mother moved in to envelope the all-too- willing little girl
in her arms and bring their tits and pussies together.
	"In fact we could make it even more fun," my mother said as her
hands sensuously glided over and fondled Robin's backside.  One
hand found its way  between them to lightly fondle the little
girl's cunt. "Do you know who Lindsey Levine is?"
"You mean the tennis player from the high school?"
	"Yes, sweetheart.  If you've seen her you may have pretty much
suspected that she is a lesbian and a very thrilling lover. She
is almost like a boy.  She lives close by and maybe we could get
her over here and have a girl's party.  I'm sure you would like
that."
	"But what about Stephen?" she asked.
	"Stephen can watch but he can't join in.  And I'm sure he
doesn't mind.  We've done this kind of thing before."
	"Is that right, Stephen?  You don't mind?"
	"No, Robin, I don't mind.  In fact it would be great for you, a
perfect beginning to a life of sex."
	"Stephen, go get my phone on the kitchen table and give Lindsey
a call.  See if she and her mother are available."
	As I went to the kitchen I looked back to see my mother sit
Robin on the couch, kneel down in front of her and spread her
legs.  Robin was about to find out what made life worth living.
	Luckily the Levines were home and it was Lindsey who answered
the phone.
	"How old is the girl?" Lindsey asked.
	"She's twelve and a virgin in every sense."
	"Wow, nice.  We'll be there in five."
	Lindsey made no pretense of the fact that she was strictly into
girls, nor could she.  She evoked the masculinity that made her
an outstanding athlete.  At sixteen she stood at least six feet
tall. Rope-muscled, sinewy and with her hair cut short she had
that special sexual fascination that comes from gender blurring.
Her hips were as narrow as a boy's.  One couldn't look at her
without envisioning her head between another girl's legs while
driving her wild in a way that few men could.  She wasn't
classically pretty but it didn't matter at all.  Her body reeked
of glowing, unadulterated, masculine sex.
	And her mother was a carbon copy of her, if a slight bit shorter
and heavier.
	I didn't bother to dress to answer the door because I had
nothing to show the two women hadn't seen many times before, at
church or the house.  My mother already had Robin in the throes
of ecstasy as they entered and it wouldn't be kind to stop until
Robin completed her first orgasm of the afternoon.  The three of
us watched as Robin, oblivious to the company, continued to grunt
and bleat.  Each time my mother's tongue would delicately touch
the little girl's clit her pelvis would shoot up to meet it. 
	"Oh, uh, oh uh, oh!  Oh, my god, oh!  Oh my god, oh!  So sweet!
So, good!  I love it!  I just love it!"
	She kept pushing her pussy into my mother's face until the
throes of the ultimate pleasures overwhelmed her.
"AAAAAhhhhhhhhhaaaaa!"
My mother got off her knees to completely reveal her newest
convert.  Robin lay sprawled, without shame in the after-glow
with her eyes totally unfocused and the slightest smile on her
face. Her naked, little girl form was there for all to see.  Her
slim little legs were spread and her hairless pussy glistened. 
Her budding tits stood out proudly.  Robin had been thrilled
beyond her wildest imagination and it showed.  She was the
perfect picture of naked sexual bliss.
	My mother turned to greet our visitors insinuating her naked
form into each as they kissed.  
	"Lindsey! Sarah!  I'm glad you were able to come.  I want you to
help me turn this little sweetheart on to girls." 
	It was quite a show.  I took a chair far enough away where I
could watch without intruding.  The girls didn't need to have
their attention diverted from other girls.  I sat naked in the
chair playing with myself as Lindsey and Sarah undressed. 
Sarah's boobs were as big as Lindsey's were small. Lindsey's tits
were the size of handballs and her pussy had an unkempt and full
bush of black hair.  Her mother's tits were the biggest I had
ever seen and stuck out like small cigars.  Lindsey had biceps
and a narrow waist and long slender legs.  Her hair was parted in
a sleek, neat pageboy.  She was a boy with a pussy and very
sexy.
	When Robin's pretty blue eyes regained their focus they landed
on the boyish Lindsey and never let go.  Her gaze fluttered over
the entire length of the sixteen year old dyke in front of her. 
Lindsey was smiling and Robin sighed.  Robin was a goner.  From
now on girls were going to be her major interest and everyone in
the room knew it.  Robin drew up her knees and spread her legs.
Her sweet pussy glistened.  Her arms reached out for Lindsey. 
She was about to become a card carrying daughter of Lesbos.  She
couldn't resist it and she didn't want to.
	A smiling Lindsey came forward to climb on the couch and
straddle the little girl's legs.  Robin's tongue came out as the
lithe young butch girl pushed her hairy pussy into the little
girl's face.  It was Robin's first pussy and she loved it.  She
had found what she really wanted, another girl's clit.  Yummy.
She curled her tongue and pushed into the hole gaining a degree
of entry.  She licked the length of it right up to the pubic
hair. There was a lemony taste that was delightful.  She pursed
her lips and kissed the sweet pussy lovingly.  Lindsey's hands
played with Robin's hair.  The two young girls were so sweet to
see.  Robin's tongue returned to the clit.  The very tip of the
tongue applied to the tip of the clit so lightly.   The touch was
as light as a butterfly landing on a lemon meringue pie.
I was jerking off for real as I watched them.  I knew what Robin
was feeling.  I had the same feelings the second my lips found
Father Mulcahey's cock on my first day of sex.  It was as though
in having a man's cock in my mouth I had discovered my true self
for the first time.  Here I was in a room full of naked girls
having sex but it was F<a href="mailto:ather">ather Mulcahey's
</a>big, delicious, thrilling cock I was thinking about when I
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CHURCH OF HOLY INCEST
By Tantra
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
	"You are becoming the rock star of the Sunday Mass,"  Father Jim
told me.  "Everyone wants to see you naked.  You're like Eros
himself without the arrows.  You have the ability to turn
everyone on. "
	It was the fourth time the priest had called on me.  He knew how
much I liked taking my clothes off in front of people.  This time
it was to be a fashion show of girl's panties and little boy
briefs.  
	There were to be five boys and five girls none of them older
than ten except for me.  Father included me because of my sex
appeal and because he thought that at least one of his children
should be able to produce sperm for the purpose of good theatre.
 We were to walk a temporary runway that had been set up in the
church in such a way that it went right through the middle of the
congregation.  The masturbating  would be so close to us that we
could expect to  actually be assaulted by flying sperm. We were
to prance down the runway in our sexy undergarments until we
reached the end.  We were to remove our underwear, turn in three
directions while giving everyone the chance to see our precious
little privates then exit back up the runway while twirling the
panties and wiggling our asses.
	"It will be a huge turn-on for the congregation to see naked,
precociously sexy little kids without pubic hair or boobs,"
Father said.  "It will drive them nuts."   
	I was to go last and I was worried that by the time I showed
everyone would have cum already. Ten naked wiggling
pre-adolescents ought to be too much to take. 
	All of us, boys as well as girls, wore make-up which I liked.
The make-up and hair-dos made the little girls look like
miniature grown women.  They were remarkably sexy for nine and
ten year olds but then none of us were without extensive sexual
experience. At the conclusion we were to stand in a line as a
grand finale and masturbate for the audience although I would be
the only one able to produce sperm.
	As usual Father Mulcahey climbed to the pulpit  resplendent in
his vestments of white and red.  As usual, too, the music was
rated X.  It was geared to the show that would be taking place,
although unforgiveably obscene.  The lyrics, coupled with the
sight of the naked children, were designed to turn doting parents
into shameful  lechers. 
	"Let us suck a little boy's cock.  Go down, go down, go down!
	"Let us spread a little girl's legs.  Go down, go down, go
down!
	  "Go down, go down,  go down, go down!
	"Go down, go down, go down, go down!
	"Your lips and tongues can thrill when you go gown!"
	The show went off without a hitch and the congregation went
wild.  Father Jim having much the same thoughts as me suggested
that the audience try to hold their orgasms until the finale but
he could have saved his breath.  They couldn't wait. By the time
the third child stripped naked the thongs were down and fingers
and hands were stroking. 
I was given a rose colored brief so sheer that my rampant cock
was entirely visible. Unlike the girl's panties I preferred, the
briefs, though drastically stretched, were able to contain a full
erection.  My mother had put two pink ribbons in my hair that
kept it just above my shoulders.  With the lipstick and mascara I
looked every bit like a girl except you could clearly see my
constrained cock. It was a good thing that my supposedly male
briefs were as close to girl's panties as they could get or it
wouldn't have made any sense at all.
	The only one of the other children I really knew was Jimmy Welch
and he was second in line.  We went girl- boy girl-boy until it
got to me.  
	"Let us toy with a little boy's cock.  Go down,  go down, go
down.
	"Let us tease a little girl's clit.  Go down, go down, go down.
	"Go down, go down, go down go down.
	"Go down, go down, go down, go down.
	"Your lips and tongue can thrill when you go down!"
	  When child number three, a waif of a little girl with curls
like Shirley Temple, reached the end of the runway to lower her
satin panties, the crowd was pushing and struggling to get a good
look at her hairless little cunt.  She could have taken a little
more time in showing her goodies in order to keep the onlookers
from jockeying for position but in seconds she was off back up
the runway with her tempting little ass undulating.
	We were not innocent little kids.  All ten of us, in spite of
our tender ages, had already experienced the full spectrum of the
sexual experience.  We all knew firsthand what it was to suck and
fuck so our sexiness came naturally.  We all had a deep
appreciation of the frantic urges that the unveiling of our
pre-adolescent sexual delights could muster.  The removal of our
panties and briefs to show our cocks and pussies gave us an
almost awesome sense of power.
	Little ten year old Corey was child number four and boy number
two.  He had glasses and blonde hair about the color of mine.  He
had on light blue abbreviated briefs and his pecker, while
contained, formed a prow.  His sensual walk was a clear
indication of a very young boy with a wealth of sexual
sophistication. By the time he was half-way down the runway the
first of the cums came flying.  Some of it struck and hung from
his lower legs.  He wore a happy smile, his glasses, some strands
of cum and very little else.   He gave the rapt and moaning
audience plenty of time to view his utterly adorable cock before
sauntering away holding his briefs at arms' length. You couldn't
look at his wiggling ass without appreciating that it was readily
available for the more fortunate among us.  When he reached the
front he tossed his briefs on the growing pile and turned around
to stand waiting with his predecessors for the grand finale.
	By the time it got to me there was so much cum on the runway I
had to be careful not to slip.  But there was, surprisingly
enough, still more to come.  Very politely those who had climaxed
gave up their ringside  posts to those who still had something to
offer.   My entrance onto the runway was greeted by a surprising
amount of applause by hands that, having completed the
pleasurable act, were now free.  Nonetheless I was pelted on
either side.  Flying strands of beautiful white cum struck me as
high as the hips. I used my finger to bring some of it to my
smiling lips as I moved along sensuously.  When I reached the end
of the runway and slid out of my briefs my cock sprang forward
proudly and settled at an angle of forty-five degrees.   The
applause was deafening.  And there was much groaning and moaning
to go with it.  Hands were busy.  Women and girls were playing
with their clits and the men and boys were stroking.  When I
turned around to walk back to my waiting associates I was
startled to see a completely naked Father Mulcahey had joined the
line.  His vestments were gone.  His cock was beautifully hard. 
And he was idly stroking in order not to cum until all of us were
together.  
	And then we went to it.  Corey and the other little boys were
not able to spurt yet but they could cum.  And cum they did,
wildly. The little girls coaxed delightful orgasms out of their
pretty little hairless pussies.  And Father Jim and I unloaded. 
We really unloaded.  Our combined cums fully anointed the
collection of underpants on the floor.  The sight of a church
full of naked men, women and children added so much to the thrill
of the cum. 
From the moment I saw him I had my eye on Corey, and I could see
that he had his eye on me. And as soon as the last of my cum had
trickled out of my wilting cock I made my way over to him.
	"Are you new?"
	"We've been members for two months now," he said.  "I've been
waiting for my chance to meet you and so has my father."
	"Really?"
	"Really."
	"Then let's go find your Dad and go upstairs.   I think you're
gorgeous."  
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	As soon as services were over Father Jim sought me out for one
more favor.  My ace in the hole he called me.  One of the former
seminarians who was a classmate of Father Jim's had just found
out that was heading up a church and would be paying a visit.
Father Joe Corbett was assigned to a church in Worcester.  As far
as Father Jim knew his friend had been true to his vows thus far
and he wanted me to seduce him.
	"We need to do this for him, Stephen.  He will be a much better
and happier priest when he has been humanized by sex.  Especially
sex with little boys."
	During their seminary days Father Jim was fooling around with a
clique of four and his attempts to interest Father Joe go
nowhere.  Father Joe even knew about the sex but he said nothing
to anyone. Father Jim felt that, since Father Joe had been a
priest for nearly eight years he was ripe for conversion.  He
felt if we could just work it so that Father Corbett saw me naked
for even a few minutes he was sure we would bring him over the
edge.  It would be another Mrs. Robinson like we had used on Tim
Boland.  
	So on Monday morning Brother Frank picked me up at my house.   I
was wearing make-up and my hair was now over my shoulders.  
	"Stephen, and not that I don't think it's seriously sexy, but
you are looking even more effeminate than me, lately.  You aren't
going to keep people from knowing, you realize that."
	It was true.  Since school was out I began to wear girl's
panties 24/7.  My mother bought me a dozen pairs. My father's
reaction was to do the same.  We both wore make-up around the
house and to all church functions.   If someone came to the door
at home It was my mother who had to throw on sweat gear and
answer the door because my dad and I were wearing lipstick,
powder and mascara.   
	Because we were a loving family I had sex in one form or another
every single day.  And we had sexy  visitors.  And the sex was,
first the most part, homosexual.  The Levines and the Boyles 
lived nearby.  Little Bobby Boyle was like me and into panties
and make-up too.  Mrs. Boyle finally agreed to give lesbian sex a
try and she became ardent.  So much so that even in a house full
of guys she gave up straight sex altogether.     
  Father Jim's plan was to get Father Corbett to hear his
confession so that he would be bound to secrecy and then he would
tell him about the church.  Then he wanted me to enter the room
in underpants and allow the irresistible forces of nature to play
out.  He thought it would be a good idea for me to listen to the
confession so he was going to set up the speaker system so I
could hear them with earphones in the reception room. 
	When Father Corbett arrived I made sure I was near the front
door so that he had to walk past me with Father Jim.  Father Jim
stopped to introduce Father Joe to me and I saw the gleam of
interest in the visiting priest's eyes.  My hair and make-up told
him everything he needed to know.  I also saw that he was very
good-looking.  He was as tall as Father Jim but was blonde and
blue-eyed.
	As they walked away Father Corbett looked back at me and I heard
Father Jim say "I want you to hear my confession."
	"Your confession.  Are you sure about that?"
	I went to the reception room as soon as they entered the
conference room and I picked up the earphones.
	"Are you thinking about coming back to the church?" I heard
Father Joe say.
	"No, but I believe that confession is good for your soul and we
have no provision for it in the Church of Eros."
	"The Church of Eros.  I thought it was the Family Church."
	"It's been eight years since my last confession, Father Joe, so
why don't you sit there and let me confess my sins." 
	"Alright go ahead."
	"I operate a church that is devoted to sex between consenting
adults and children."
	"What?  What in the world are you talking about?"
	"Exactly what I said.  We have a church devoted to sex, incest
and homosexuality."
	"But that's against the law and you couldn't possibly expect to
get away with it. This is something that is bound to blow up in
your face.  You are going to be in all the headlines.   Are you
trying to tell me that your church is strictly based on sex?"
	"It makes a lot more sense than a church that expects its
priests to do without it.  Sex is an essential part of nearly
everyone's identity, including yours.  We honor the god Eros, the
god of sexual desire.  We believe that Eros encourages us to
explore the complete range of sexuality, and that includes
homosexual practices and the natural love of children."
	Father Joe had begun to cough uncontrollably.
	"When you jerk off, Joe, what do you think about?  Be honest.  
Which form of sex turns you on?
	"We can't be discussing these things, Jim.  This is way out of
line.  This is supposed to be your confession, not mine"
	"There is no line when it comes to confession.  You've been a
priest for eight years now certainly you have heard someone
confess to having sex with children.  Do you tell them it's out
of line?"
	"I tell them it's very wrong and very harmful and I encourage
them to seek psychiatric help."
	"You knew that as a youngster I was molested by two priests. I
told you that back in the seminary."
	"I remember you told me that you loved it and that is what made
you decide to become a priest."
	"I was trying to seduce you at the time and I turned to Glen and
the other guys for sex only because I couldn't interest you."   	
	
	"The Church was in the midst of its problemsat the time and
very watchful.  I wasn't going to do anything that would
jeopardize my vocation."
	"Are you telling me that you considered possibly getting
involved with me at the time? Are you telling me that there was
at least some interest on your part?"
	"We were in a world without women and, as you seemed to
recognize, I got really horny at times.  I knew about you and the
others and I was kind of waiting to see if you got away with it.
And of course you didn't."
	"Billy and Charles did.  They didn't get caught.  They're
priests, aren't they?"
	"Yes.  And I am going to be honest with you, Jim.  After you
left I fell in with them."
	"Way to go, Joe.  How have you done since you were ordained?"
	"In the strictest confidence?"
	"The strictest."
	"I have a nun I'm banging every chance I can manage but it's not
nearly often enough."
	"That's great, Joe.  I'm so glad to hear it.  Can I tell you
something else?"
	"Go ahead.  We've gone much too far as it is."
	"From a sociologist's viewpoint, having been able to experience
an environment of unrestricted sex, there is a natural,
inevitable gravitation to homosexual sex that takes place.  There
is bisexuality for sure but there is a definite trend toward
preferring sex with your own gender.  We conduct orgies every
Sunday and while the sex is fluid, homosexuality predominates. 
It is proven to be much more exciting for either sex.  And it is
especially true when it comes to sex between adults and children.
 I don't try to explain it but there it is. "
	Father Joe had begun to sweat.  "That young boy you introduced
me to.............."
	"Beautiful, isn't he?"
	"Very.  And obviously gay!"
	"And he is very willing.  If you would like to be with Stephen
it would be about the best introduction for you to gay sex I
could imagine.  You would love him and he would love you.  And
you will begin to appreciate that homosexual sex is God's very
special gift.  I'll go get him for you."
	Hearing this in the reception room I stripped down to my satin
panties, which were pink with red flowers and met Father Jim
half-way.  I was smiling broadly.  So was Father Jim when he saw
me.  We entered the room and Father Joe gasped out loud.  I
walked right up to him, put my arms around him and ground my
crotch into his.  I offered him my lips and he responded.
	"I really want this!" the visiting priest whispered when our
lips and tongues finally untangled. His mouth was covered with
lipstick.  
I stepped back a little and removed my panties and handed them to
him.  He looked like his legs would give way.  Still holding my
panties he went to his knees and brought his lips to my rigid
pink cock.  
"Forgive me, God, but I need this so much," he prayed and brought
lips around my cock and plunged.  It was no sin, really, but
rather a small glimpse of heaven.  It was obvious that he had
sucked a cock before and just as obvious that he would keep on
doing it as much as he could from then on.   
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