When Chris came to get Kylie again, she didn't know how long it had been. Much of his sperm had dried along the edges of the gag, and more had congealed in her mouth. She extremely thirsty and weak, and he spent some time nurturing her in his lap. He removed the gag, working it out of her stiffened jaw, and then held a glass of water to her lips while rolling her tits in his opposite hand. When the glass was done, he carried her to the shower and set the spray before placing her in the tub. He watched her scrub herself clean, making sure that she cleaned her snatch and asshole in preparation for further violation.
When she was done, he carried her back down to the examination table he had used before, strapping her ankles into the stirrups to keep her wide open. He seemed to take a lot of time making her comfortable after that, propping pillows beneath her shoulders and head and massaging the stiffness out of her legs without yet seeking any sexual gratification.
It wasn't long before Kylie heard voices out in the adjacent hall-one she recognized as her father, but the other she did not know. When they entered the room, she could see the other man was a priest, dressed in his traditional garb and pinning her with a stern gaze.
"What's going on?" she questioned meekly, knowing already that Chris and her father had impure intentions with her nubile body. But a priest? Would he be using her too?
"We all know what a little whore you are, sweet pea, but we need to know the details." Her father spoke, his voice soft with affection but also husky with lust. "We're here for your confessions."
Kylie's face flushed with shame, wondering how much of her previous fucks she would even be able to recall. There had been so many in her short life. She certainly didn't want to talk about them, especially in front of her father. He took a seat beside her, taking her hand in a fatherly manner while Chris gathered supplies on the periphery of the room.
The priest came closer, shifting his robes to enhance the effect of his primed erection, and then gently stroked the hair from Kylie's brow. "Hello, child. My name is Father Murphy. Do not be afraid, for we are all born of sin, but we can make you pure again." He ran warm hands down the plane of her torso, massaging eagerly at her milky white breasts before moving on. "Let's begin with your first sexual encounter. Tell us about it."
Kylie whimpered softly, looking over at her father in shame, then licked her lips. "I was eighteen."
"Is that the truth? You were an early bloomer," Frank contributed, squeezing her hand. "You became a woman at eleven, had full tits by the age of twelve. All the boys always wanted a piece."
"Yes, daddy. It was after school, in the classroom with Mr. Donovan, my senior English teacher."
A tear slid down Kylie's cheek, and Frank bent over to kiss it away. "You always did have a thing for older men," he marveled. "Is that why you're wet now, Kylie? Surrounded by three grown men who want your young little body?"
Kylie glanced between the three, each with obvious signs of erections, and then nodded. The priest caught her gaze and attempted to steer her back on target. "Tell us about your first time. Tell us what happened."
"I was out of dress code," she started. "My skirt was too short and my top was low cut. He kept me after class to discuss it."
"How old was he?" asked the priest.
"I dunno, maybe 30," Kylie answered.
It was at that time that Chris returned to the side opposite that of her father. She could almost sense him before she saw him out of the corner of her eye, and she squirmed in place from the pressured heat between her legs. She met his lustful eyes with fear, especially when she saw the devices he held in his hands. "No need to stop your story, baby. I'm just going to play with your nipples a bit."
With lustful eagerness, he reached out for one breast, massaging it fervently in his hand and then pinching her nipple to bring it to stiff arousal. Kylie groaned, but then stammered, "M-Mr. Donovan stripped me down and put me on his desk. It must have been hours. He played with my breasts, and then he ate me out and made me suck his dick. When he took my virginity, I bled and it hurt so bad."
"Did you tell him to stop?" Father Murphy asked, rubbing his cock through his robes.
"No. I didn't want to," she confessed, letting her gaze fall.
Frank shifted in place and then pulled down the zipper of his slacks, letting loose his member for his beautiful daughter to see. Grasping it in his hand, he smacked it against her tit and watched it jiggle. "Did Mr. Donovan make you come?"
"Yes," Kylie admitted softly while her father squeezed her hand lovingly and then guided it to his member so that she could begin to stroke him. She groaned when he squeezed her tit and then propped her chin so she had to look at him. He held her gaze with stern, fatherly love and she felt mesmerized. She didn't even notice that Chris was between her legs until she felt his fingers on her pussy.
"Look at this, Father Murphy. She's a wet little whore, just like I told you." Pinching her labia in his fingers, he spread her lips for view.
The priest smiled softly and ran his hand along Kylie's inner thigh until she shifted to meet his gaze. He squeezed softly into her flesh while Chris fashioned her with a labia spreader to keep her wetness open for view. "God sure blessed you with a beautiful body, my child. It's ripe for bearing fruit. That must be why you have such urges. Do you like this attention?"
"Y-Yes, Father."
"Do you ever masturbate to quell your urges, Kylie?"
"Yes, Father."
"What's the most profane thing you've ever used fuck yourself?"
Kylie was still stroking her father's cock and licked her lips while she thought it over. Her hips worked in little circles while Chris played with her clit. "The handle of a garden rake. I fucked myself in the backyard while the neighbor watched through his window."
