The Country Cottage
(Part 4)
The Enlightenment
Dan
With the soft touch on my right ass cheek, I broke off the kiss with Lisa and looked down in surprise at Father John.
He was a short man, probably no taller than five foot four or five with a fringe of white hair surrounding the pink top of his balding head. There was an impish grin on his face, a hint of laughter sparkled in his mesmerizing gray eyes and a surprisingly long and thick dick sticking straight out from his body, a cock well out of proportion to the rest of his body.
"I do hope I am not interrupting," he said softly, keeping his hands on both of us as he spoke, "but I needed a cold beer and did want a chance to chat with you both."
Lisa smiled weakly as I bent to fish a cold beer from the cooler. When I glanced up at her, I could see her eyes darting back and forth from Father John's face to his impressive dick. I handed him the beer and put my arm around my wife's waist, letting my hand drop enough to caress her bare ass. Lisa leaned in to me before she spoke.
"So, Father, what is it you wanted to discuss with us?"
He took a long sip of the beer, his eyes clearly appraising us before he said another word.
"Oh nothing much really much, just a bit of a 'getting to know you' sort of chat before the confessions and inductions tomorrow."
"You mean all this tonight is not the induction?" I asked incredulously, looking around at the various entangled, moaning bodies on the scattered mattresses.
"Oh no, hardly," he laughed heartily, "tonight is the wedding rehearsal...practice if you will...before the actual ceremonies tomorrow."
"Practice? Really? This seems a bit more...um...involved than that," Lisa exclaimed, gesturing around the room with the hand that was not resting on my ass.
"Trust me, this is just a hint of how...loving...the family is with one another," he chuckled taking another swig of his beer. "I'm guessing you have only gotten the barest of hints what we are all about so far."
Lisa and I just looked at each other. We we both blushing slightly not sure how to put into words some of the things we had already seen that aroused us both. Lisa moaned softly what Father John gently squeezed her other ass cheek before continuing. My dick stiffened a little seeing how casually and intimately he touched my wife as I stood next to them.
"I suppose some of what you've both learned in the last few hours came as something of a shock. It usually does when newcomers are first introduced to the family. Perhaps a brief history will help."
He finished the beer, tossed the empty bottle into a trash bin and asked me to get another. When I turned back to them, he was twirling one of my wife's nipples between two fingers.
Lisa smiled brightly as he took her hand and, without asking permission from either of us, wrapped her fingers round the head of his stiff cock. My own dick was hard as well when Lisa took it in her other hand.
"Hmm, do you think that will fit inside you comfortably?" I whispered in Lisa's ear as I handed Father John the beer, then flicked my tongue around her earlobe.
"Quite nicely, I am sure," she moaned lowly,
"especially with you by my side."
She leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, her fingers rhythmically opening and closing on my throbbing dick. I was sure she was fondling Father John in exactly the same way as he started to speak again.
"As you know, The Cottage Inn was established in 1832. Originally, it was a farm house sufficiently distant from any curious neighbors that Miles Davies and his sister Anne could live without unwanted intrusion. Occasionally, they would provide shelter and a meal for travelers and, after word spread by word of mouth, they took in more and more regularly."
"Shortly after their first child was born, a girl named Martha, a man and a woman stopped for the night. No one knows for sure exactly what happened next, but that couple ended up staying and that became the foundation of the family."
"Between them, Anne and Evelyn, the other woman's name, had something like fifteen children, a half dozen of which grew to adulthood. They didn't keep really precise records in those days, but apparently both women fathered children by both men. When they came of age, their daughters also bore children by first their fathers and then their brothers. Thus the family originated and developed to what it is today."
"Bob and Carol are the tenth generation proprietors of this place and leading members of the family. As is traditional, a woman's first child is fathered by her husband/brother and the second by their own father."
"In this case, Bob fathered Ted and Carol was impregnated with Alice by their father, George. Bob and Ted both gave Alice girls who currently reside at the private family school my sister Rose and I run. When they are of age, they will be inducted formally into the family and learn the family business here."
With that, Father John stopped for a moment and sipped his beer with an impish gleam in his eyes. It occurred to me that practice and homework could take on an entirely different meaning in such a school.
Lisa dreamily opened her eyes, her shallow breathing telling me she was extremely aroused by some combination of the story, the throbbing dicks in her hands and Father John's fingers caressing her breast. She idly smeared a drop of my precum over the head of my cock with her thumb. I knew without even touching her that her pussy was sopping wet.
"Of course, all of this can get pretty confusing at times and Bob does yeoman's work keeping it all straight. A family tree probably would look pretty much like someone threw a box of uncooked spaghetti on the floor."
"Today, the family numbers in the thousands that we know about," he continued "and it is all we can do to accommodate members here. About twenty five years ago, the sheer demand dictated that only family members, either in good standing or recently identified, could be accommodated."
"But we are not in the family," I protested, "and didn't even know such a place existed until we got here. Lisa found it on the web and we thought it sounded charming."
Father John just chuckled and finished his beer, tossing the empty into the trash bin before putting his hand on Lisa's ass again. He drew her closer and leaned forward to lick one of her erect nipples before looking directly at me.
"Well, Bob is extremely thorough, so I assume there must be a connection somewhere. You would be surprised how many unidentified members of the family we find now and again. With that, I will take your lovely wife over to that mattress and introduce her to my very sweet and ever horny granddaughter."
Lisa kept her hand on his thick dick as he led her to a platform about fifteen feet away. Nora, his granddaughter and bride-to-be the next day, lay between Ted and Will. Both their cocks were limp and creamy cum seeped from her gaping cunt and crusted in her pussy hair..
Nora got up as her grandfather approached, moved to the next empty mattress and sat down smiling at him and Lisa. He lay down and pulled Lisa to his other side. Nora grinned at Lisa and added her hand to Father John's cock.
Ever so slowly, they started stroking him up and down, a wide grin on his face as he took turns giving both of them deep tongue lashing kisses. My cock throbbed even more, realizing my wife would soon taste that old man's cum as he filled her mouth or feel his warm semen gushing inside her pussy.
I started to follow, knowing Lisa wanted me close but was intercepted after only a few steps by Alice and Casey. Without a word, Alice grabbed my dick and Casey, my balls, then pulled me with them to an empty mattress next to Lisa. I buried my face between Alice's large soft tits as Casey took my cock into her mouth.
When I heard Lisa moan loudly, I looked over and she gazed directly into my eyes for a moment then turned to passionately kiss Nora. Father John's cock was buried deep in my wife's cunt as she rode him and her pussy juices splashed onto both their thighs.
I kept my eyes locked on Lisa, even as young Casey pushed me down on my back and lowered herself down over my throbbing dick, only losing sight of her when Alice straddled my face and lowered her dripping slit to my eager tongue.
Lisa
Father John's unexpected touch on my ass surprised me while adding to my flood of emotions and excitement. The very idea a priest stood naked next to me and my husband and touched me quite intimately had my head spinning.
He was so gentle and courteous and yet confident as he spoke.
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I do hope I am not interrupting anything, but I felt I should introduce myself.
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Dan was taken aback by the old man
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s appearance but did manage to respond.
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No, of course not, Father, what is it you wanted to discuss with us?
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He was a short little man with an impish grin. I couldn
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t help looking at his penis as he stood opposite me.
It was huge.
Obviously he had been more than chatting with other members of the family as a creamy residue was still dribbling out of the top of his half hard cock. He caught my eye looking downwards at him.
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