Not the retreat they'd imagined.(closed)

[adamzapple]

Not the retreat they'd imagined.(closed for tulipsonanorgan)

“Oh dear,” Father Gill said. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...”

He was the first of the three middle-aged men to emerge from the airport taxi and the first to discover their mistake.

Two carefree, blonde and scantily clad young women walked by giggling. He could hear music, laughter, people having fun. There was a swimming pool, an open-air bar.

“I think perhaps this is not the kind of retreat we had in mind,” he said as he gazed about him in consternation.

His two travelling companions, Father Paul and Father Mears, joined him in looking about themselves with equally surprised and shocked expressions.

As the taxi pulled away the three of them stood conspicuously before the thatched-cottage style building with their suitcases at their feet.

“This is not good,” Father Paul said, he was sweating profusely; everywhere he looked he saw young women in varying states of undress.
“Not good at all,” Father Mears, agreed, hastily lowering his gaze and staring intently at his dusty shoes.
“I believe we’ve been mislead and made a serious error of judgement,” Father Gill said. He was very troubled and already wondering how they could possibly avoid a scandal.

As the oldest - and most responsible member of their group - he immediately took charge. The thing to do was not to draw attention to themselves he insisted.

He thought quickly; the taxi was already gone and they should really get inside somewhere out of sight before too many people saw them.

It was quickly decided that they would take a bungalow after all, but that they should register under ordinary, and assumed names. They would stay indoors, and avoid everyone as much as possible.

“Above all, we should keep a very low profile,” he stressed, and taking charge again, he led the way inside to the registration desk and in a very short while all three of them were relieved to find themselves in a very well appointed three-bedroom bungalow.

Beyond the shaded windows they could hear the sound of waves on the beach, male and female voices; the sounds of people cavorting in the sunshine and surf.

“So far, so good,” Father Gill said. He smiled with relief, he was beginning to feel more relaxed for the first time. “What names did you use?” he asked his companions.

Father Paul shrugged uncomfortably, “Keats,” he said, after a pause. “It was all I could think of.”
“Shelley,” Father Mears confessed, avoiding the others eyes.

They both looked embarrassed then turned to watch Father Gill as he busied himself looking about their room. Finally, he turned to them, “Longfellow. I’m Mr Longfellow.” he said.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

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Sunny pushed the cart up to the cabana and paused at the door. She heard the men's voices inside and gave a little sigh. Management always said that the room assignments were random, but she was suspicious. It seemed like whenever there were men travelling alone, she ended up bringing the welcome cart. Part of her knew that it was, in an obnoxious way, a kind of compliment. Men travelling on their own tended to come to the resort looking for pretty young girls, and she was definitely that. Management knew that, and they also knew she was a born again Christian. She might be pretty, busty and blonde, but she wasn't going to be tempted by the crude advances of perverts. She would smile and be polite and get the job done.

Some Christians told her she was sinning just by wearing the skimpy bikini, but around here it was just what girls wore. It wasn't the bikini that drew attention, it was her body, and that was what God had given her. So she stood in front of the door with the cart and whispered a quick prayer, and then she knocked.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Sunny. I've got the welcome wagon for you." She waited a heartbeat, and then opened the door, pushing the cart in. The cart was piled high with little plates, sandwiches and seafood, and underneath were a collection of premade cocktails. Naturally, everything they took would have to be signed for, and would be added to their bill when they checked out.

"Can I interest anybody in a strawberry daquiri?" she said, holding up a frosted glass full of red slush, with a plastic lid to make sure the girls with the carts didn't sip on them. "Or how about a beer? Snacks?" She grinned and held the items up like she was offering prizes on a game show, and then she saw the collar on the bed, and she really looked at the men for the first time. They were middleaged men, with the grey complexions bestowed by endless northern winters, and a slightly frightened look.

"I'm sorry," she said, still smiling brightly, though her voice betrayed her confusion. "Are you... ministers?"

 

[adamzapple]

When they heard the unexpected voice of the young woman at the door all three men in the room glanced apprehensively at each other.

Safely in their room they had just begun to relax. Just minutes before and in a moment of unprecedented recklessness they’d each removed their collars which were now scattered about the room. For the three middle-aged men the act had seemed to possess some kind of obscure ceremonial significance and all three of them had felt an unfamiliar sense of schoolboy daring and bravado which had first made them smile and then laugh aloud.

Now, the unforeseen arrival of the welcome cart, had shattered their short-lived carefree spirit. Father Gill had been lying at ease on the couch with his legs crossed at the ankles. He leapt to his feet just as the door opened.

“M-m-ministers?” he began, but more words failed him as he gazed at the figure of the young woman who stood framed in the open doorway.

Goddess, temptress, angel, harlot; she stood before them, young, blonde and vivacious with sunlight in her golden hair and a smile on her full red lips.

“M-m-ministers?” Father Gill said again. He was aware that he was staring, that all three of them were staring, but he was powerless to tear his gaze away from the vision of pure young womanhood who had appeared before them.

In that one moment Father Gill knew what it was to be tempted by the devil, to feel the all-consuming fires of lust burn suddenly brightly within him and send the hot blood flowing wildly through his veins.

His mouth moved but words failed him, the power of speech deserted him. He felt drunk, bewitched, like a man possessed, as he gazed with open admiration at the young woman’s magnificent breasts and the alluring curve of her hips.

It was only by a supreme effort of will that he was finally able to gather himself and triumph over the madness that threatened to engulf him.

“Yes, yes, we are in fact ministers, all of us,” he said, drawing himself up and looking pointedly at his two companions before stepping up to the young woman and lowering his voice.

“The truth of it is, er, Sunny? Yes. Sunny,” he said, thinking quickly, “we’re all here on rather a delicate matter.” Smiling disarmingly Father Gill took the young woman into his confidence. “I wonder, Sunny, if you might step inside so that we can discuss this in private?” he said.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

For a long moment, Sunny thought she had made some sort of terrible mistake. The one who seemed to be their leader stared at her with the kind of lust that made her want to get on her knees and pray, just to be cleansed of that kind of sinful thinking. She knew her body affected men, and as shameful as it was, she was affected by their stares. She felt her skin prickle and warm as she flushed, and then he told her he was a minister. They all were.

She gave a relieved sigh and grinned.

"Oh my gosh," she said. "I thought you were going to say something completely different." Though she couldn't imagine what. Who else would have a collar like that? She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her without hesitating. Technically, she wasn't supposed to close the door, for security reasons, but these were three men of God, so she wasn't worried.

"Of course," she said, now that the door was closed. "You can discuss anything with me. After all, 'Comfort, Luxury and Discretion Above All,'" she quoted the resort's advertisement. She gave them a shy smile. Usually, guys were the ones that used the line, trying to get her out of her bikini, and she'd learned ways to evade them without offending them. It was a balancing act, but with these three, there was no need. They were not ordinary men, after all.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you shouldn't get anything off the cart. They charge you like, thirty bucks for a sandwich and forty for a cocktail," she whispered, conspiratorily. "I can get anything you need in town for way cheaper. Just call the front desk and ask for Sunny. Or if I'm not working, you can call my cell." She strolled to the desk, hips swaying, to write her number down, not realizing how tempting a target her ass made in her tiny bikini as she leaned over.

 

[adamzapple]

The three men of the cloth watched as if hypnotised as Sunny crossed the room and bent over the desk. They were barely conscious of her words mesmerised as they were by the rhythmic motion of her hips and the enticing view of her ass concealed by the merest scrap of material.

Father Gill watched with his lips parted and his mouth suddenly dry. A quick glance at his companions confirmed that they were all affected in the same way; Father Mears stared with open admiration while a low, but unmistakable, groan of desire actually escaped from Father Pauls tight lips.

The three of them glanced briefly at each other, no words were spoken and yet a common thought and mutual understanding seemed to pass between them; all three understood that they were helpless to resist the allure of the beautiful young woman who had so suddenly entered their staid, grey lives.

“The truth is, Sunny, we’re here for a very important reason,” Father Gill said. He realised at once that they were in a potentially difficult position. On the one hand he was anxious to avoid a scandal and yet, at the same time, he desperately desired a reason to spend more time with Sunny. .

“A very important, ah, reason,” he repeated, now wringing his hands and looking to his companions for help.

Up close to Sunny they all felt the same; bewitched, entranced and besotted. Her smooth tanned skin shone with a golden lustre, her hair was like spun gold, she exuded an aura of health and vitality, and her beautiful eyes, so wide and innocent as she looked up at them from one to the other, held the promise of forbidden, unimaginable delights.

They had gazed upon her beauty and were lost.

“We’re on a mission,” Father Paul volunteered, belatedly coming to Father Gill’s aid.
“Yes, a mission from God,” Father Mears stammered, and all three men looked rather guilty and sheepish but each of them now knew that they had taken an irrevocable step and there was no going back.

Father Gill nodded, “Yes, and it’s all rather delicate and complicated,” he said.
“Very important,” Father Paul stressed, his gaze relentlessly drawn to the dark shadows where Sunnys nipples were clearly visible through the skimpy material of her top.
“It’s a secret mission, actually,” Father Mears added, then blushed profusely and quickly lowered his eyes as Sunny turned the full power of her gaze upon him.

“It’s possible that you may be of assistance,” Father Gill began slowly. He glanced at his companions and saw he had their tacit approval.

“Of course,” he continued, “we must observe the strictest confidence. Tell me, Sunny,” he said, in his best Sunday morning sermon voice, “are you a good Christian with a pure and innocent soul? Would you do everything in your power to help us?”

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

The three priests were acting strangely, Sunny thought, but she was more curious than concerned. All her life, she had trusted men of God to tell her what was right and what was wrong, and while it was certainly odd that these men would come here, she knew they must have their reasons.

And, as it turned out, they did. An important reason. A very important reason. Sunny could feel the tension building as they hesitated, and she desperately wanted to know what the reason was. She leaned towards the one who had been speaking, not really noticing the way her full breasts threatened to spill out of her bikini top.

Then one of the others spoke. They were on a mission. A secret mission, the third explained. With any other men, she would have rolled her eyes and tried to sell them a forty dollar cocktail. Any other man would have been trying to get her to do something dirty, but these were men of God. They wouldn't lie to her. They certainly wouldn't try to trick her into doing anything sinful. Besides, why else would they have come to a resort like this?

"A secret mission from God?" she said, breathlessly. She was dying to know what it was, but she didn't dare ask. After all, it was a secret between them and God. But she could hardly stand being so close to such a secret without knowing what it was.

And then the first offered her the chance to help.

"Yes," she whispered, her excitement filling her voice with passion. "Yes! I'm a good Christian girl. My soul is pure and innocent. I would do anything for you. To help you with your mission. For Jesus. But what can I do?"

 

[adamzapple]

Father Gill wondered briefly if he was insane, perhaps they were all insane for behaving the way they were. It was Sunny, of course, her presence, her obvious charms. She was Delilah, Drusila, Bathsheba and Jezebel, the temptresses of the Bible, in the flesh.

He struggled to return her eager gaze while all the time his eyes longed to gaze admiringly at her cleavage. He saw that his colleagues were also wrestling with their inner-demons.

At the same time a sudden, shocking stirring at the front of his trousers brought a hot flush and sheen of perspiration to his face. Quickly turning away he sat down and crossed his legs nonchalantly.

Sunny seemed to be having the same effect on them all and at that moment both Father Paul and Father Mears apparently decided they would also prefer to sit down.

The three middle-aged men of the cloth sat side by side on the long couch, all with their legs crossed and their hands folded strategically in their laps. They cautiously avoided looking at one another.

What could she do? Father Gill thought; oh, if only she knew what he’d like her to do. Every impure act and deed that he’d ever resisted in his life forced itself insistently to the front of his mind.

“What we’d like, Sunny,” he said, thinking quickly, “would be for you to join us this evening, for...”
“A sunset walk on the beach,” Father Mears blurted.
“And a couple of drinks?” Father Paul added hopefully.

“Er, yes, yes, exactly,” Father Gill hastily agreed. “Perhaps you could be our guide. We need... we need to have a look around, you understand, undercover, so to speak. Seven-thirty?” he asked. “Would you possibly be available?”

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

She was puzzled when all three men sat down on the couch, and she would have sat as well, but they hadn't invited her to sit and she knew girls who had been fired for making themselves too comfortable in a guest's cabin. So she stood there, feeling as though she was on display. If they hadn't been priests, she would have felt the way they were looking at her was inappropriate, and even offensively sexual, but she knew these men were not the sort to leer at a girl in a bikini.

"A walk?" she said. "At sunset? Of course. I'd be happy to. But ... I don't drink. Usually." She added the last bit when she realized that she shouldn't refuse these men's invitation. After all, they wouldn't ask her to do anything sinful, and perhaps it was important to their mission. She giggled at herself. "I suppose it couldn't hurt this once."

She looked at the three of them sitting there, and she couldn't help herself. She stepped up to the first and bent down, giving him a hug, her breasts swaying against his chin, her ass up high. Then she gave each of the others a similar hug.

"I can't wait for seven thirty!" she said. "And if you want me before then, you can call the front office until six, or my cell after that."

She beamed cheerfully. "Well, I'll see you when I see you."

Then she stepped past the cart to open the door.

 

[adamzapple]

A stunned silence fell over the room as the door closed behind Sunny. Even the sounds of voices and the surf outside seemed oddly muted.

Father Gill saw his future clearly before him, he saw capering, jeering demons with pitchforks and rough-hewn walls lit by dancing red flames and heard the screams of souls writhing in eternal torment.

He was haunted by the tantalising view of Sunny’s wonderful breasts, barely contained by her bikini top, thrusting, round and full and suntanned, only inches from his face. The image was burned into his mind.

Neither of the men moved, each of them stared at the closed door, where moments before they’d been treated to the sight of her deliciously curved ass cheeks trembling gently as she’d departed.

“Gentlemen, we shall probably all go to hell for this,” Father Gill said, and both of his colleagues nodded slowly, but there was a distant, faraway look in their glazed expressions that his solemn words did nothing to change.

Father Gill was acutely aware of his hugely swollen cock, aroused to unprecedented proportions, and he rose very cautiously and without looking left or right he said, with as much dignity as he could muster, “I think, if you’ll excuse me, that I’ll retire to my room for a while.”

Father Paul sat motionless a moment longer, and then he stirred slowly and looked around like a man emerging from a deep hypnotic trance. Father Gill’s door closed softly and without saying a word he too stood and withdrew to his bedroom.

Alone then, Father Mears drew in a great shuddering breath and held himself stiffly erect and then, with an expression of anxiety and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, fear and delight, he ejaculated powerfully into his trousers.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

At six thirty, her replacement was half an hour late, and Sunny knew she wasn't going to have time to go home and change after work. She thought about going back to the fathers' cabin and asking if she could come back tomorrow, but she discarded that plan immediately. If they'd needed her tomorrow, they wouldn't have asked her to come tonight.

At seven fifteen, she finally punched out, and rushed to the locker room. She took a shower, and looked at the clothes she had in her locker. Sweatpants and a t shirt. Not something she would want the three priest's to see. So, she thought, she would wear her bikini. A lot of the guests wore bikinis, even after sunset, so she wouldn't be too out of place. She hoped they would understand that she was trying to help them with their undercover mission.

At seven thirty sharp, she knocked on the door, softly. She looked around furtively, to see if anyone was watching her. When it seemed that nobody was paying her any attention, she whispered at the door. "It's Sunny."

She wondered what kind of mission they were on, and how her taking a walk with them would help, but the Lord worked in mysterious ways, and it wasn't her place to question his representatives.

 

[adamzapple]

Father Mears was waiting eagerly at seven-thirty and his heart skipped a beat when he heard the soft tap at the door and Sunny’s voice.

He thought that Father Gill was probably right, they would all certainly go to hell, but when he thought about Sunny and the way she moved, the way she looked in her skimpy bikini, all other considerations were of little consequence.

He was a romantic at heart, and all his life he had dreamed of one, simple image; himself walking slowly at sunset on a sun-kissed beach with a beautiful and alluring young woman on his arm. It was an image he had seen on a television commercial many years ago and it had struck a deep and lasting chord with him.

It would be worth an eternity in hell to stroll with Sunny at sunset, to gaze again on her beauty, to observe with a lovers hungry gaze the enticing way her large but firm breasts...

Slipping quickly out of the bungalow and quietly closing the door, with his heart skipping another series of beats when he saw Sunny was again wearing her revealing bikini, he smiled shyly.

Taking the surprised young woman by the arm he turned her and led her around the side of the cabin.

“Sunny,” he explained quickly, glancing frequently over his shoulder, “the other Fathers aren’t quite ready yet. I wonder if we might take this opportunity to take a little walk?”

Their feet sank in the soft, warm sand, and the setting sun shone on the wide calm ocean and cast the shadows of the palm trees at their feet.

“I’d like to speak with you alone, if I may?” he explained hesitantly, although, in truth, he hadn’t the first idea what to say to her.

His long-held dream had simply been to stroll at sunset with a beautiful woman, it was only now that it occurred to him that he would actually have to talk to her as well.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

"Of course," Sunny said hesitantly, as the priest hustled her away from the cabana. She looked back, to see if any of the others were following, but it seemed it was just the two of them. Well, she thought, it was a beautiful evening, and the sun was going down, and she didn't have anywhere that she had to be.

"Father," she said, after they had walked in silence for a few moments. Then she lowered her voice to a whisper. "I know you're on a secret mission, but is there something I can call you? Even if it's not your name, it would just make things easier."

She gave him a shy smile, hoping she hadn't overstepped her boundaries. It was obvious that he had a lot on his mind, as he seemed completely distracted. The sunset before them was one of God's daily miracles, and he was hardly looking. There were plenty of other couples strolling along. Many of them were much older men with young girls. Bimbos, she had always thought of them, and she had always pitied them for being so wrapped up in sin that they used their bodies to tempt rich, older men. She realized that to anyone watching, she would look like one of them. She blushed fiercely at the thought that someone she knew might see her and think she was doing something sinful with the minister. She didn't want to think about it, but he wasn't saying anything.

He had said that he wanted to talk to her alone, though. Maybe there were too many people.

"Let's go over there," she said. "Then we'll be alone." She steered him towards the breakwater. The beach on the other side was usually empty. It was ungroomed and cut off from the land by a lagoon.

 

[adamzapple]

“John,” he said, “It’s John Mears,” and nodded absently as Sunny led him towards a deserted part of the beach.

Outwardly, he struggled to appear calm while two opposing internal forces waged a silent war for his soul as he strolled with Sunny.

Alone, yes alone, one part of him rejoiced, and the hot blood surged in his veins. While another part cautioned him, alone, but within the sight of God.

The great red ball of the setting sun hung poised above the unbroken line of the horizon. The red light it cast on the calm surface of the ocean might be the path to Heaven itself, he thought. Or yet, the road to Hell.

The loving hands of God held his heart while Satan stroked his cock.

In torment, he glanced covetously at Sunny, at her bronzed skin, her delightful chest, the rhythmic sway of her hips, and the red inviting fullness of her lips.

Remember your vows, my son, the voice of God seemed to whisper; throw her down and fuck her, you know it’s what you want, Satan goaded him.

Gaze upon her purity and innocence and rejoice, God seemed to beseech him; grab her tits now, while you have the chance, Satan leered.

Indulge not the sins of the flesh, God warned him; bend her over right here and bang a couple of fucks into her, Satan demanded.

At last, Father Mears could take no more, he felt his soul torn asunder, and pausing abruptly, he turned to Sunny and seized her hands. The internal conflict was too much for him.

The will of God struggled against the thickening of his cock.

“Oh Sunny,” he gasped. He felt himself weakening as the on-shore breeze stirred her golden hair. The clear whites of her eyes shone in the shadows that were gathering. It was useless, he couldn’t fight his desires any longer.

“Sunny, kneel for me, here! Kneel before me, Sunny, and take... take my...”

But at the last moment, before Satan could make him say the thing he truly desired most in all the world, God regained the upper hand,

“... take my... take my blessings... Kneel before me, Sunny... take my blessings and pray!"

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

It seemed like he would never speak to her, and the longer they walked in silence, the more aware she was of the silence. It was as if there was something he was afraid to tell her, but why? What could he possibly want to tell her that he would be afraid of? Then she realized, it was because of her. He wasn't sure he could trust her. She looked at him, pouting for a moment. He was watching her carefully, studying her intently.

She blushed. Ordinarily if a man was looking at her that way, she'd have thought he was a pervert of some kind, but Father Mears was different. He was on a mission from God and needed her help in some way. She took a deep breath and forced herself to be patient. He would tell her when he was ready. She realized her heart was pounding, just from the excitement, and she felt a strange, hot feeling inside her tiny bikini bottoms, a shameful feeling, and she looked straight ahead. He would never trust her if he knew.

Then he said her name. She turned and, following his orders, knelt in front of him. Maybe it was the sunset, or maybe it was just her own feverish state of mind, but she thought it was truly God's presence that made him seem so irresistible in that moment. It wasn't that he was handsome, but her whole body seemed to ache to be closer to him.

She knelt at his feet, gazing up to him, holding her breath as she waited for his orders. But then something changed. Suddenly he seemed to become human again, and he offered her his blessing. She nodded her head, still gazing up at him, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs.

"Dear Lord," she whispered. "Jesus, give me the strength to do your will, and to help Father Mears and ... and the others with their secret mission, whatever it may be. Let your light fill me and let me serve your purposes. Bless you and thank you for your guidance, thank you for giving me this chance to serve. Thank you for bringing me to these three wise men. Oh, and help Tommy with his lisp. Amen."

She looked up at Father Mears, and wondered if the Lord had sent him as he sent three angels disguised as wise men to baby Jesus.

"Please Father," she said, breathlessly. "Let your blessings rain down on me."

 

[adamzapple]

Father Mears gazed down entranced at the pure and golden-haired beauty who knelt before him. She was so.... so trusting, he thought, and pure, and innocent.... and with a fucking awesome rack...

He gasped and almost staggered as the last thought drove almost everything else from his troubled mind... Just fuck her, the Devil’s voice commanded... she’s practically gagging for it... Just get the old trouser snake out and whack in her mouth...

His hands trembled as Father Mears reached out and gently took Sunny’s head in his hands.... She wants it, I’m telling you, the Devil seemed to say... This girl is ready to hump a fencepost in the name of all that’s holy to her... Listen to me, I know women.

And now Father Mears could feel his stiff and swollen organ straining fiercely in the front of his trousers.

“Oh dear God,” he whispered, “Oh, Sunny...” He saw her eyes turned up to him, her face so innocent, waiting.

In a trance, he moved his hand to the front of his trousers, in his mind the Devil showed him an explicit image of Sunny and himself with his cock deep inside her warm and willing mouth.

The sun had almost slipped below the horizon, a gentle breeze blew around them, time seemed frozen, everything seemed poised, as if waiting to see what happened next.

And at that moment Father Gill and Father Paul suddenly arrived, staggering and floundering across the uneven sand. Both men looked a little disheveled from their dash across the beach.

“We.. were looking for you,” Father Gill panted, coming to a halt, his stunned gaze quickly taking in the scene before him.
“We found you,” Father Paul said, breathing hard, and then gaping open-mouthed at Sunny.

“Father Mears,” Father Gill demanded, “Just what do you think you are doing, if I may ask?”

Father Mears didn’t even look at his two colleagues. Everything seemed quite straightforward to him, “Sunny is about to take my blessing,” he said quietly.

For a moment the two other men of the cloth could only stare in amazement. Then they glanced guiltily at each other.

“Yes... er quite right, it’s time, I think,” Father Paul said, and he moved to stand beside Father Mears.

“Yes, Sunny should... er... Sunny probably should take all of our blessings,” Father Gill finally said, and in a moment the three middle aged priests stood in a small, close circle about the attractive young woman who knelt obediently before them on the deserted beach.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

The way he said her name made her feel her faith burning deep inside her. It was a strange feeling, wet and tight, and located lower in her body than she would have imagined. But she was sure it was her religious fervor that was making her feel lightheaded, that made her ache to be touched. By God, of course. She wanted to feel God's hands on her.

"Yes," she whispered to Father Mears. "Give me your blessing."

His hand touched the front of his bathing suit, and her eyes seemed glued to it. It was a strange gesture, that would have seemed obscene from a man who wasn't a priest. It made her mouth water, and she wondered if he had something hidden in his shorts. A cross, perhaps, or a vial of holy water.

She was just about to ask when the other two appeared. Strangely, she felt a panicky sensation, as if they had been caught doing something wrong, and the three men spoke awkwardly. Or at least, the two new arrivals did. When Father Mears explained what was happening, they seemed to understand immediately. They all stood around her.

"Oh yes," she moaned, her devout passion making her voice sound different. Higher pitched, breathy, almost the way her mother sounded when she locked her bedroom door to pray with the plumber. "Give me your blessings, please! I promise I'll keep your mission secret, and help you however I can!"

 

[adamzapple]

It seemed to Father Mears that it was the clear, sweet voice of an angel that he heard, a golden-haired angel, whose innocent eyes gazed up at him as she knelt on the sun-warmed sand.

“Those who take the seed of God’s servants on the earth are blessed indeed,” Father Mears said softly in a voice thickened with passion.

“Enter into Holy communion with us now, dear Sunny, child of God,” he said, while at the same time, easing down the front of his costume to reveal his rigid, swollen member.

Beside him his two colleagues shuddered visibly and they too released their hugely distended cocks.

The three men of the cloth stood on the darkening beach with their mushroom headed throbbing members exposed.

“In the name of the father...” Father Mears began.
“And the son...” Father Paul added.
“And the holy ghost...” Father Gill concluded.

“Open wide thy mouth, sweet Sunny, and take this member as a pledge to observe an oath of secrecy that no mortal man can break,” Father Mears intoned.
“Yes, yes... but take this member first,” Father Paul insisted.
“No, mine, take mine,” Father Gill quickly added.

But Father Mears ignored them both and with one gentle hand he raised up Sunny’s head and guided himself towards her mouth.

“The spirit of God resides in me, let my spirit and seed enter holy union with you...”

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Sunny knelt in front of the three men of god, and in the scarlet light of the sunset, they opened their shorts and exposed themselves to her. She leaned back, just a little, and her mouth opened wide in shock. What were they doing? she thought. They were waving their peepees at her! That couldn't be holy!

Or ... could it? The organs they produced were not like the boys she had seen, babysitting, or when she walked in on her brother in the bathroom. Those were tiny pink tubes that flopped between their legs like bits of string. These were long, thick, and stood up proudly, like big, hard sausages. She gave a little gasp as her eyes went from one to the other.

They were praying, and then she knew that somehow this must be right. They were men of god, and they couldn't possibly call on Jesus while they were sinning. She felt her own spirit fill her with hot flood of faith, so that she let out a soft whimper of pleasure. Holy pleasure.

She looked up, as they seemed to argue over who would bless her first, but she knew it would be Father Mears. Even before he took her head and guided her to his blessed member, she knew it had to be. And her mouth was still wide open when he slid his member inside.

She was startled to feel it pushing over her tongue, and her lips closed tight around it. His hands guided her head, back and forth, and she could tell the spirit was on him by the look on his face when she slid his thing in and out. She moaned, pleased with herself, and started to slide her lips along the length of it even faster.

 

[adamzapple]

Father Mears moaned deep in his throat with unadulterated pleasure as he slipped his cock into the complaisant Sunny’s warm and willing mouth.

He’d heard of the act she was performing for him before he’d taken his sacred vows. Once he had seen photographs in a well-used magazine he’d inadvertently discovered in the home of an ailing parishioner.

There had been moments throughout his religious life when the thought of it had stolen unbidden into his mind, but never, in his whole life, had he ever imagined it would feel as wonderful as it did; to Father Mears, it truly was paradise, heaven on earth.

With trembling hands he gently held Sunny’s head and helped to guide his throbbing cock smoothly in and out of her mouth. It seemed to him there was a natural rhythm to the act, a smooth, delightful thrusting in and out, as natural perhaps as the ebb and flow of the tides, as wonderous as the rising and the setting of the sun.

He closed his eyes and turned his face up towards the heavens, all of his senses keenly alive, alive as they had never been before, every fibre of his being seemed concentrated in the aching stiffness of his heavy, swollen cock.

Sunny’s mouth seemed the perfect receptacle, the ideal place to deposit his steaming seed. In the distance he heard the muted crash and fall of the waves, the sound of a lone sea bird passing far overhead. And whispering in his ear, he seemed to hear Satan; ohhh yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh baby suck that cock...

Father Mears opened his eyes and gazed down lustfully at the young woman before him. He was only vaguely aware of his companions at his side, obscene silhouettes in the gathering gloom, watchful and motionless like Easter Island statues.

The sight of Sunny kneeling before him and the exquisite sensation of her lips sliding tightly over the length of his rigid cock, raised Father Mears to new-found heights of religious ecstasy.

He gripped her head more tightly and began to thrust into her mouth with a feverish and escalating sense of urgency.

“Sunny, take my seed...” he whispered. Then he moaned and gave voice to Satan’s own words, “I’m gonna fuck your face, you know you want it, you know you want it..”

With every thrust a thrill of increasing anticipation gathered power within him. He tried to pray but his words were interspersed with Satan’s; “Take my blessed seed, suck it, suck it hard, ooh baby yeah, in God’s name, in the name of all that’s Holy... swallow it, baby, make sure you swallow it...the meek shall inherit the earth, God’s will be done.. here it comes, here it comes, baby...”

Father Mears gasped and his hips jerked violently. He could feel the power within him rushing to release. He could feel his cock swelling to even greater dimensions. A heavenly chorus sang, Angels blushed in shame, Satan clicked his heels with delight, and Father Mears ejaculated in Sunny’s mouth.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Sunny was so confused. Father means was sliding his thing in and out of her mouth, and she was sucking it like he told her to, but the things he was saying. One second, he sounded like a holy father, and the next, he sounded like some kind of dirty old man.

He said he was going to fuck her mouth. She knew the word fuck, or at least she had heard it before. Even if she wasn't exactly sure what it meant, she was sure it was something bad. But she couldn't imagine a priest doing anything bad. She looked up at him, and sucked it like he told her to.

Her eyes cut to the other two men, who seemed to be in a holy rapture of their own as they watched her, and that was what settled her mind. They wouldn't just stand there and watch if what Father Mears was doing was a bad thing. She moaned loudly when she came to that realization, and started moving her head, meeting his strokes. It was such a strange way of praying, but it felt good. It was like she was one with the Lord. She imagined doing this to Jesus as he hung on the cross and felt a surge of bright light glowing in her belly, deep down.

Father Mears made a strange sound, and then his blessed seed began to pour out into her mouth. She sucked hard, swallowing every drop, making sure she obeyed his commandment. At the same time, she felt her own body clench, and her bikini bottoms suddenly filled with liquid. At first, she was frightened, but then she realized what it was. Her faith was cleansing her body of sinfulness.

She was panting for air, delirious with religious ecstasy when Father Mears pulled his thing from her mouth. She grinned at the three of them.

"Thank you, Father," she whispered.

 

[adamzapple]

“Thank you, father.. thank you, father... father, father, father...”

Sunny’s words still echoed in Father Gill’s mind when he awoke next morning in the bungalow the three clergymen shared.

He’d been dreaming about Sunny. In his dream he had been preaching a sermon before a packed congregation inside a vast, echoing cathedral.

Sunny had been kneeling beneath the front of his surplus and sucking him as he’d preached, and it was no surprise to the tortured cleric that he awoke with a huge erection still thinking about her.

The gorgeous innocent blonde had taken all of their blessings last night on the beach; first Father Mears, then Father Pauls, and finally his own.

Now, as he lay alone in his bedroom, he realised that in spite of their carnal transgressions the world had not ended, the Lord had not seen fit to send down his wrath.

The three men of the cloth had arranged to meet Sunny again that very evening. “To be welcomed fully into our faith,” he’d haltingly explained to her on the beach the night before.

He’d taken the silence of his companions as an indication of their tacit approval.

Later, sitting up late in their bungalow, the three of them had enlarged upon Father Gill’s plans. “Candles, we should have candles, lots of them, flickering all round the room,” Father Mears had said, to which the other two immediately agreed.

“And oil,” Father Paul had contributed, with a lustful, far away look in his eyes, “anointing oil, to bathe her skin, to cleanse and purify... to caress so soft and slick and smooth and...”

“Er, yes, of course, there must be oil, and candles,” Father Gill had agreed.
“We could use sun-tan lotion,” Father Mears said then.
“We can bless the sun-tan lotion,” they all agreed.

“And.. and we will cleanse her soul...”
“With a laying-on of hands..”
“Of many hands.”
“And with copious applications of the blessed sun-tan oil.”
“By candlelight.”

Their plans decided the three religious men avoided each others eyes in case they should see their own guilt reflected there. They sat a while longer in preoccupied silence as outside a gentle breeze stirred the fronds of the tall palms and the waves broke evenly on the shore.

Then, walking rather stiffly, one by one, they all retired to their private bedrooms.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Sunny hadn't been able to sleep until quite late. Her mind kept returning to the three priests and the strange way that they had given her their blessings. Especially, the strange things they had said. She supposed it was a bit like speaking in tongues, only instead of speaking in tongues, they were saying things a priest shouldn't say. Really, things that no decent person should ever say to a young lady. Things that should have outraged her.

The miracle was that it didn't outrage her at all. It made her so excited she felt almost feverish. She was light-headed and dazed, and her skin seemed hypersensitive, and she was burning up inside. It was like being sick, except it was nice. She didn't feel bad at all. She felt blessed. And she wanted more blessings. Every man she saw the next day could have blessed her and she'd have accepted it eagerly, but she remembered she was supposed to keep it a secret.

It was hard. She had to get up, and go about her day, going through the motions, while all the while, she kept thinking about blessings. The other girls teased her, asking if she'd finally got some. Some what, she wasn't sure of, but the way they said it, she was sure it was dirty. So she just shrugged her shoulders. They seemed to take that as a confirmation, and other than asking her "who? who was it?" over and over and over again, they were much nicer to her than usual.

The men seemed to notice a difference about her as well. Three different customers offered her money to come back, and one of them even got angry when she explained that it was against the policy for her to visit guests when she wasn't working. Normally, she'd have been upset, but now, strangely, she found their invitations flattering. She knew they would ask her to do dirty, disgusting things, but each time they asked, her faith burned hotter.

Finally, the day was over, and she hurried to the priests' cabin and knocked on the door.

"Fathers?" she whispered. "It's Sunny."

 

[adamzapple]

“It’s Sunny..”
“She actually came..”
“Praise the Lord.”

The three men of the cloth spoke one after the other as they heard her sweet and welcome voice as she opened the door.

The bungalow was lit by the uncertain flickering glow of several candles placed strategically round the room. More candles lit the way through the furniture to Father Gill’s bedroom.

He had exercised his authority by insisting the ceremony took place there. It was also he who had solemnly blessed the three bottles of suntan lotion they had purchased which now stood in readiness on the bedside table. The bedroom itself was lit by a dozen more candles.

All three men were pleased with their efforts, they felt it would lend the proceedings a more intimate air, would deepen the religious significance of the debauchery they had guiltily conspired to plan.

Also, unremarked and unconsidered by themselves, the candlelight was more flattering to their appearance than electric light would have been. Middle-aged, and not in top condition, their physiques were mercifully obscured in shadows.

All three men wore summer shorts, garishly coloured. And all three wore their white dog-collars about their necks. The collars glowed palely with an almost ethereal light in the warm shadows.

They were all delighted to see that Sunny still wore her skimpy bikini, her blonde hair shone softly as Father Gill gently took her arm and drew her inside and closed the outer door. The innocent, watchful whites of her eyes aroused their religious feelings as she looked at them.

“Sunny, we welcome you,” Father Gill intoned, and the three men clustered round her like eager supplicants come to worship at her altar.

“Tonight, we will bond.. We shall be united in God..” Father Gill began.
“We will cleanse your soul,” Father Paul whispered.
“By the anointing with the sacred oil,” Father Mear’s whispered breathlessly.

“And the laying on of hands,” said Father Gill.
“Of many hands,” added Father Paul.
“Oh hallelujah!” praised Father Mears, overcome by religious ecstacy.

“Sunny, we must ask you to disrobe for us,” Father Gill said, drawing back a pace so that she stood alone before them. His voice trembled, “We ask you to cast off your... your clothes... to stand... to stand naked, before us. N-n-naked, and pure in God’s eyes, and prepared to take our combined b-b-blessings...”

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Sunny was surprised to see the suite all lit by candles, and reeking of coconut oil. She was more surprised to find the three priests wearing their collars with swim trunks. The way they looked at her was a little frightening, but she knew she could trust them. She knew her doubts were from Satan, so she pushed them aside and tried not to think about them. Still, the day had been long and difficult, and she felt weak.

They gathered around her, as if they knew her weakness, and she was so grateful for their support. When they told her what they intended, she felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks, and she gave a sort of laughing sob. Truthfully, she didn't know exactly what was involved in the bonding and the cleansing. Anointing she thought had something to do with oil, and just the thought of the laying on of hands made her shiver.

"Oh yes," she moaned softly, as she sank to her knees. "Please, let me take your blessings, Hallelujah." They hadn't taken their things out, but she reached for Father Mears, who seemed the most caught up in his holy fervor.

Then Father Gill spoke. This was to be something different than yesterday. She felt a terrible fear as he gave her instructions. She was to disrobe. But she wasn't wearing a robe! She looked up at him, fear filling her eyes. Had he told her to bring a robe? Then he explained. She was to take off her clothes, and be naked before God.

"Yes, Father, Praise Jesus," she whispered, and in a moment, she had wriggled out of her bikini and knelt before the three of them, naked as God had made her. She had cleansed her body of all hair below the eyebrows, since she had learned it was a sign of sin. Her slit was bare, swollen with her spiritual desires, and her breasts were full and round, the nipples standing erect.

 

[adamzapple]

All three men watched unblinking, with undisguised expressions of lust and delight, as Sunny obediently slipped off her bikini.

Father Paul’s arms hung at his side and his hands made wistful cupping gestures as if in his mind he was already fondling her large full breasts.

Father Mear’s gaze was riveted on the shape of her exposed pussy, how sweet and ripe... and edible it was, and he licked his lips with anticipation.

All three men instantly displayed less subtle, and harder to disguise signs of arousal, as one by one their cocks thickened and made proud tents in the front of their garish costumes.

“Praise the Lord,” Father Paul muttered, eyeing her chest.
“Time for some pussy, I’m thinking,” Father Mears declared, again corrupted by the presence of Satan.

“The spirit of our saviour is among us, brothers and sweet sister,” Father Gill said. This time he was eager to be first and not third in line when Sunny took their blessings and he stepped forward while at the same time yanking down the front of his costume to expose his obscenely swollen cock.

“Out Father, who art in Heaven,” he began to pray in a trembling voice now thick with passion, “Give us this day our daily bread...”

And as he spoke the prayer he stood before Sunny’s upturned, burning face and guided his cock towards her waiting mouth.

They could all now see that the rapture was upon Sunny, that she burned with the glory of Gods passion, that her soul was consumed by the raging fires of everlasting desire.