Chapter 3

My no longer innocent sister Rebecca was finishing up her morning bath when I entered her bedroom on a morning of drizzling rain that dripped down from our recently repaired roof with a constant drip, drip, drip of wetness that stirred my hanging sacs as I took in the sight of my delectable sister rising in naked glory from her bath with a certain smile on her face that informed me of her internal hunger.

I had already bathed and dressed for our visit to the bishop’s quarters to be counseled on proper attitude in genteel copulation between a man and a woman. I never understood why the bishop insisted we attend his sessions except for the fact that he usually inquired of my sister about her recent transgressions of the flesh, and she always told him some cock and bull story about being forced to give up her secret feminine entrance to some unknown fellow with the impudence to touch her high-born person.

Of course, that inevitably led to her being placed on the combination praying and punishing bench for his correction given directly on her pink cheeked bum. I knew my sister’s tears and sobs of repentance was all a sham and that she loved the religious man’s hand on her rump with a passion that was not in the least bit contrite or repentant in the slightest.

I hid my amusement at watching the time worn man hobble over to the side of the contraption to administer his correction and then slowly remove all garments from his waist down to mount poor Rebecca addressing her reddened rump with his semi-erect cock. He was aided in his endeavor by his pretty granddaughter, the well-trained girl who spent more time on her knees sucking his flaccid cock rather than in the splendor of prayer.

Her name was Elizabeth, but we all called her Lizzie much to her dislike.

She was dressed in her choir girl costume because this was part of the bishop’s ritual scenario and I could see her plump behind quivering underneath the white robes with youthful enthusiasm.

In all honesty I had never been into her ass or feminine folds in a sexual manner but I had taken advantage of her innocence before to grope her private parts and juicy bits with great pleasure. She was a willing wench and ready to follow orders no matter how depraved or nasty to most females either young or old.

I watched her grasp the bishop’s dick with both hands and firmly place it in position behind Rebecca’s sphincter using her fingers to create a breach in the defensive muscle that protected my sister’s alleged anal virginity.

My sister continued her ruse of pretended reluctance, and she moved her heart shaped bottom in every direction to escape impalement. She slowly reduced her resistance allowing the mischievous granddaughter to push his shaft inside my sister’s lubricated anus humping as hard as he could to achieve a beachhead inside her rectum.

The poor man’s balance was not quite satisfactory, and he had to be helped by Lizzie and myself to stay on top of her pulsating body in the throes of passion. At some point, I allowed my hand to discover the secret of no undies beneath the choir girl robe and I lifted it in the rear to take sweet Lizzie’s bum with a swift move by my own devious member looking for residence in the young girl’s rear end.

My sister was in the midst of her absorbing orgasm just as I was forced to shoot my load into Lizzie’s tender backside. She was in tears, the poor thing, but I like to think it was from joy and not from discomfort because she was purring like a little kitten.

We managed to get the reverend down from his perch behind my sister’s rump and safely tucked away in his rectory for some much needed respite from his demanding day.

Rebecca was virtually swimming in male semen, and she somehow had even managed to get it into her hair leaving white lines of liquid residue marking her as a receiver of male attentions that brought a giggle to Lizzie’s pretty mouth.

For some reason, that brought some sense of rancor to my sister’s sensitive persona, and she sat down on the nearby love seat spreading her knees wide and told the granddaughter to lick all of the bishop’s residue from between her legs and even take care of her fully stretched brown eye.

Lizzie laughed at the request but soon feel to her knees and took care of business allowing me to enter her from the rear year again as she was completely engrossed in her task cleaning Rebecca’s sinful private parts. I must say that I found her rump to be terribly exciting as I watched her pretty head bobbing between my sister’s legs with loud sensuous slurping noises that made my cock wildly rampant plumbing her depths of depravity.