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The men are in the front room; this is the nicest room in the house and 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 books but the wall opposite the window, where the curtains are firmly shut, has a big picture of some religious scene.

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 looked nervous.

You feel quite uncomfortable as they all stare at you. Your plaits are hanging down, one on each side and the blouse you're wearing is almost transparent; without a bra, you know that your nipples are pushing out the front. 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 some cartoon character. The men drank their drinks, but Father Brown gave you his and told you to drink it down. "It'll help you relax," he said. It was quite sweet and the bubbles went up your nose making you sneeze which made the men laugh.

You carry in some plates of little sandwiches, cut into triangles and some tiny sausages on sticks and 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 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 Lollis 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 old 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, as the good Father Brown been behaving himself," he asks, and when you nod, he laughs. His hand has worked its way up your leg to the top of your stocking and his fingers are stroking your bare flesh. "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". His fingers have reached your pussy and 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 he's got nothing on underneath it. His stiff cock is standing up from a nest of grey hair. Back home, your father used to play much the same game. There isn't any music here, but you imagine it and you're transported back to the farmhouse kitchen, with you dancing around on the kitchen 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

Your 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, which looks quite big, 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.

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 unsnap the catches that hold your stockings up and then sit down on the edge of the table so that you can take them off, but Father Brown jumps up and carefully peels them down. 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 starts unhooking the suspender belt. Moments later, you're standing there in front of him, totally naked with your knickers around your ankles.

Just like at home, where your father always insisted on being the first, the old priest bends you over the table and you feel 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. When 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 got it in before he's pumping