Chapter 11: Father Mc’gillicutty Lives!

[“So,” said Branch. “You been doing anything interesting with this penis of ours these past years. We’ve been wondering, you know, wondering if its had any real useful purpose?”]

I was ready to fall in love with her, remembering or not. She was something!

Stimulus:

I looked at Sylvia and Maria thinking about my lovers and all the fun we’d been having. I didn’t know I was special in any sexual way, the special woman pleasuring way, the furnace man my candy lady relationship gave rise to. I was just a shy person doing the dirty job no different from what I’d grown up as. But memories surged, and they were compelling yet kind of creepy.

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I was finding my past streaming back to me uncorked and it all started with Sister Jane, a nun doing her weird things to me in the spa with my lovers watching. Now I was in the company of super star goddesses who once made me something like no other, no other person on planet Earth. Go figure, what? Was my childhood fear of nuns haunting me?

And the priest? He was Father McGillicutty from my old parochial days who I confessed to after becoming breeder livestock. That was a hoot. I thought it was just a day dream, kind of wet.

I know, this is confusing. I’m just a furnace repair man talking swimming with supernatural goddesses in Sylvia’s spa along with Maria my candy lady all naked and messing around. Turns out Father McGillicutty hadn’t aged, how? He was still the same guy but dressed up in cool clothes and first thing you know he’s naked in the spa as well. This was over the top amazing and more. And besides that, I had to find out what connection there might be with Sister Jane probing my anus.

My mother in law always said, “Once a Catholic - always a Catholic.” True, it was an amazing amount of brain washing for any kid. But I always doubted the endless stanzas of faith required. But that one nun in high school who used to read my mind. I always wondered what would have happened had she required me to come to her after school, alone. She was so passionate every time she called me out in the silence of the class room as we all sat reading to ourselves. There was implied real hatred.

Sylvia broke out the wine and we all sat around toasting the new arrivals Branch and Fern, two of my goddess lovers from long ago. There was an awful lot of explaining to do. “And what about the zealots from the nunnery who were chasing me as I ran away down through the blackberry patch naked and barefoot? Where the heck did they go?” “Don’t worry about them,” said Father, still a priest I guessed. “They are on the wrong side of history. They will keep going until they run right off the edge of their flat earth.” he laughed. “Don’t worry. Right Branch?”

Branch spoke and her voice I remembered for its quality. She sounded so awesome. It really caught everyone’s attention. “Don’t worry about the others,” she said. “You remember the son of the dairy owner and how we used him with his lack of awareness. The people you worry about are in the same class as him. They may change in time or not. It’s theirs to decide but we will take care of them regardless.”

I looked at Fern and she winked at me. “I remember you Fern. I remember how you taught me so many things, not just how to fuck for you. You were so amazing. You demanded a lot of me but I loved you so. Forgive me for saying but I would love to fall in love with you all over again.”

She came over to me wading across the spa and sat in my lap facing me. “It’s been a long time Tom. Remember?” She reached down and felt me which of course made me completely stiff. The magic in her dark eyes of fire also completely immersed me into her will as she began to do exactly what I dreamed of. We were fucking as all parties joining our impromptu gathering watched intently.

Somehow everyone seemed to recognize the fact she and Branch were like god status creatures. This was monumental. We were in the company of deities in charge of universes, the monitoring obligation like Nature itself. I felt the inquisitive wonder of Maria and Sylvia starting to realize I used to be in charge of satisfying these goddesses.

Fern stuck her tongue in my mouth which gave me the sense of extending down my throat, more memories alive. This was a deity from another realm doing me the old fashioned nymph way and I wasn’t about to be able to resist orgasm. Too late.

It was time and I wilted in all things except my penis. It was an orgasm like the old days, long, enduring ejaculation. The impulse fed Fern all I was worth then or now. It was almost black out time for me and the eruption sent a shock wave across the body of water causing Branch to live it vicariously just like back in the day. She rose up clutching her breasts and seemed quite pleased.

Maybe the others experienced it too because once the wave, ripples subsided they broke out in another toast to the “supernatural girls from awesome town”.

Now what? So many questions. What would happen to me with all of this new change. Was I elevated beyond a simple furnace man? How would this affect my marriage? Things jumped from complicated to out of this world confusing.

Sylvia said she was going up into the house to fix food. The rest of us remained down at the deck. Fern continued to love me up giving me orgasms like she was trying to bring a love engine back to life well lubricated. We did it repeatedly until I totally lost count. “I miss you too,” she said after about the 20th time in rapid succession.

They continued with talk about the past as we fucked, the fact they actually were timeless creatures who had been allowed to transition long ago after I helped them succeed. Using the gift of human sexual intercourse to pass levels of energy needed to open the opportunity through their vaginas they used their human like bodies granted them. They had been given the choice as to how they could reach their goal and they chose acts of making love like humans do and we fucked with ever increasing results.

“We had to have semen like material hyper charged in volume passed into and through us to accomplish what was needed and Tom could move mountains with his penis,” said Branch.

Rather shocked looking Maria said she had to run home to check on things quick and she jumped out of the spa to go up into the house. I loved watching her cute bottom running up the stairs. “I have so much love for her,” I said. “She is a very special character.”

The rest of us remained and my nymph lovers treated Father McGillicutty and I to some out of this world loving as they demonstrated my penis capacity for him. He was, although something of a deity himself, amazed at the power. And I had questions about his role in all of what was taking place but he started in with one of his favorite pass times, his newly acquired love for telling dirty jokes.

“Father died a few years ago,” said Branch. His reincarnation into our realm is the results of what you showed him when you were in his confessional. And the result? You see how powerful that was as well.

“Remember you vastly fucked all of us in his confessional over time, several instances of using that squeaky kneeler you kids used to play with making the occupied indicator light flash on and off doing Morse Code.