TVR/Lady Jane/Runaway/Priest/Fr Brown/Shopping/Lolita/Party
The men are in the front room, the smartest room in the house, where Father Brown usually meets his parishioners. There are two armchairs, a couch and a low table in the middle of the carpeted floor. One wall is completely covered with shelves of religious books but the wall opposite the window, where the curtains are firmly shut, normally has a big picture of The Last Supper. That seems to have been replace by a similar picture but the food on the table has been replaced by naked girls, some not much more than toddlers.
Father Brown holds the door open for you as you carry in a tray with three tall glasses of champagne and pass them around. The two visitors are both wearing priests robes. One is an older man with grey hair and a grey beard; the other is much younger and he has dark hair and looks nervous.
They all stare at you which makes you feel quite uncomfortable and you can feel yourself blushing. Your plaits are hanging down, one on each side and without a bra, you know that your nipples are showing through the almost transparent blouse. The short skirt is made of some silky material and it stops less than halfway down your thighs so that whenever you bend over, the men can see the flimsy knickers that Father Brown gave you to wear. You've nothing on your feet apart from the stockings and your red-painted toenails show through.
Getting the suspender belt on to hold the fishnet stockings up was a right fiddle and when you stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom before coming down, you decided that you looked just like a cartoon character. The men drink their drinks, but Father Brown gives you his and tells you to drink it down. "It'll help you relax," he says. It's quite sweet and the bubbles go up your nose making you sneeze which makes the men laugh.
You carry in some plates of little sandwiches, cut into triangles and some tiny sausages on sticks and once they finish their champagne, the men start helping themselves to Father Brown's whisky. There isn't a spare chair, so Father Brown tells you to sit on the table and you sit there with your knees firmly together and nibble a couple of the sandwiches, wondering what's going to happen.
The older priest stands up and raises his glass. "A toast to Saint Dolores," he says and the other two respond, "Saint Dolores," and take big swallows of whiskey. "You've probably never heard of Saint Dolores," he says, and when you shake your head, Father Brown interrupts and says that he already told you some of the story. "Dolores is the patron saint of sexy young girls," the old priest says with a smile. "We call them Lolitas, or Loli's for short, and you, my dear, are a fine example."
The champagne has gone to your head and when you stand up, you stumble and somehow find yourself sitting on the grey-haired priest's lap. You try to get off but he has one arm firmly around your waist and one hand on your knee, pulling your legs apart. "So, has the good Father Brown been behaving himself," he asks, and when you nod, he laughs. His hand works its way up your leg past the top of your stocking until his fingers are stroking the bare flesh of your thigh. "If his parishioners ever found out what he's really like, they'd run him out of town, wouldn't they Father Brown?" The way he says it emphasised "Father". When his fingers reach your pussy, memories of your own father and brother come flooding back.
"Would you mind doing a little show for us," Father Brown says and without waiting for a reply he lifts you off the old priest's lap and stands you up on the table which is already cleared. You stand there uncertainly, wobbling a little as the three men sit looking at you.
The young priest speaks up for the first time. "Come on Lolita; let us see that beautiful body of yours." When you look back at the old priest, you see that the front of his robe is open and his stiff cock is standing up from a nest of grey hair. Back home, your father used to play much the same game, making you do a striptease on the kitchen table. There isn't any music, but you imagine it and you're transported back to the farmhouse kitchen, with you dancing around on the table taking your school uniform off, as slowly as you could while your father and brothers sit and watch with their stiff cocks in their hands.
The skirt is held up by a single button and when you undo it, it falls down around your ankles. Father Brown sits down on the couch next to the old priest and he too has his robe open and his cock in his hand. As you start to undo your blouse buttons, you see that the young priest has followed their example. You slowly undo the buttons and, just when it's going to fall open to reveal your breasts, you turn your back on the men. You pull the blouse down your back and then when you turn around again, you're naked from the waist up, exposing hour budding tits to their lascivious gaze.
You're surprised to see the two men on the couch start laughing, but when you turn to the young priest you see that he has a handkerchief in his hand and it's obvious that he wasn't able to hold back like the older men. You go to unsnap the catches that hold your stockings up but Father Brown tells you to keep them on. You're not sure what to do next, but the old priest takes charge again and turns you around with your back to him and pulls your knickers down, giving the cheeks of your bum a sharp slap at the same time.
He lifts you down onto the floor and then bends you forward over the table and you feel the head of his cock pressing against your bottom. He pushes quite hard, but there's no way it'll go in without lubrication so you feel him move back and then use his hands to spread your bum cheeks apart. He presses his face against you, his beard is scratchy and then you feel his tongue licking your bum-hole. He spends some time licking and you guess that he wants to get as much spit as possible in and around your tight back entrance before he gets his cock in there. Your father sometimes used to get one of your brothers to come over your bum to make it slippery enough for him to get his big cock in.
Eventually, the old priest gets what he wants, but he's hardly even got the head in before he's pumping spunk. As soon as he pulls out, Father Brown takes his place. "You can't beat spunk as a lubricant," he says (echoing your father) and you try to relax as he feeds more and more cock into your bum-hole. The young priest moves around the table and uses your plaits to lift your head up. Your eyes are shut, but when you feel the head of his cock against your lips, you open your mouth and let him push it in.
He's already cum once, so it takes him a while and you're glad that he hasn't got a very big cock because he does his best to push it down your throat. Just like it was when your father and brothers raped you, you just let them get on with it.
Eventually, you find yourself swallowing a modest load of spunk and Father Brown stops thrusting and holds himself still, with his entire cock buried in your bum, as he pumps his own load deep into your belly.
The three men sit down and when Father Brown passes you a towel to wipe yourself, you think that's the end of it, but Father Brown has other ideas.