Chapter 8

I didn’t actually get to cum. Heather stood up and immediately began to blush and look apologetic. She turned around, and my father and Brittany were behind us. Brittany was wearing only the Chastity belt bottoms and top she had on earlier that morning. My father was still dressed in what he left the house in.

“He ordered me to milk him, Mom!” Heather lied. I never ordered her, but I did not stop her when she approached me about it. I didn’t immediately try to offer my side of the story. Instead, I put my dick away,

“I think it is a bit late for that son,” my Dad looked disappointed, but I continued to zip my pants up. I did notice Brittany smile at me, and I thought it was strange she wasn’t angry with me about what I was doing with her daughter. She had gone to such great lengths to protect her daughter’s sexuality.

“You shouldn’t tell me, Heather. You should address Jeff,” Brittany crossed her arms over her massive chest.

My Dad put a finger to his lips to silence her. Heather obediently quieted. My Dad told Heather had already heard her side of the story. He wanted to hear mine now. I pleaded with him to let me discuss it in private. I didn’t want to rat her out. I was afraid my father would forbid me from being around the girls now, and I really thought I was in big trouble with everyone.

“Whatever you have to say in this house is before God, and there is no need for privacy. Did you order her to milk your cock, Son?” my father was not the kind to cuss in front of me, and yet he said cock.

“I didn’t order her to do it, Sir. I just uh, I didn’t tell her to stop when she started. I couldn’t help it. I had a boner around her, and uh, I was embarrassed,” I began to blush and stammer.

“Son, I asked a simple question, and I expect a simple answer. I was afraid I was putting you into a situation you weren’t ready to handle, and I am afraid that was my fault.”

My father was apologizing to me after he caught me getting head from his fiancé’s daughter. Now, I don’t know about you, but I think you can imagine the look on my face. I was expecting to be told I was a pervert who had overstepped his authority or at the very least chastised for doing something sexual with Heather.

“I believe that you didn’t order her to milk you,” my Dad said. Heather looked angry and gave me a sour face as if I had betrayed her trust. “You know how I know? Because you are not the kind of boy, who would just come right out and tell a girl to do that.”

“I did tell Jayne to dance for me,” I admitted.

Brittany smiled and said that Jayne does love to dance. She added that Heather likes to milk boys. She seemed completely okay with what just happened – almost like it was nothing at all.

“You know that you are going to have to confess before God, Heather. I am going to give you one more chance to tell me now,” Dad asked.

Heather looked down and said that she offered but that I had agreed to it. I didn’t correct her. That part was true.

“Okay, and you didn’t cum?” my Dad asked me. I was embarrassed and unsure whether that changed the context of what we did.

“No!” I swore that I had not actually completed what we were doing.

“Okay, finish milking him, and we’ll be in the kitchen. Use only your hands, or your boobs, though! Confession is an hour, and then we’ll have dinner. We have some other things to discuss. The house looks good, Heather. You did your chores well.”

My father walked out of the room with Brittany, and they left me alone with Heather. She looked angry but did not say anything. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to play with my dick. Heather knelt down and unzipped my pants. She pulled my hard cock out and mechanically began to pump my cock with one hand and changed frequently. She occasionally put my cock between her big natural tits.

“What are you doing?”

“Titty fucking you, don’t you like it?” she said.

I LOVED it - the casual way she placed my member between her cleavage and then slid up and down on it was driving me crazy. The tip of my dick was hitting her chin.

“We are fucking?” I asked. If so, technically, I was no longer a virgin. I thought the girls weren’t allowed to have sex, though.

“It’s not real fucking. Trust me, I can’t get pregnant this way,” Heather grimaced as if she were not getting anything out of it. She switched to using just her hands again. The blowjob had felt naughty and intimate when we were alone. I think that it was for Heather as well. What we were doing now was all some non-sexual chore to her. It still felt great. I wanted her to continue, but I didn’t want to seem like a pervert.

Apparently, titty fucking was some kind of biblical loophole and wasn’t sinful - I didn’t question it.

“You are hard to milk,” she finally said after about five minutes of pulling my cock like she was trying to churn butter. Heather had a determined look on her face as she pumped my cock rapidly up and down. Her pretty blue eyes were focused on making me cum and only that – but it was not really sexual. It was more like she truly was milking a cow (or a bull in this case). I can’t explain why but the casual way she jerked me off turned me on even more.

I could really get used to this!

“I am sorry,” I apologized.

“Don’t you like me? Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. She explained that was why she used her mouth. “I thought you would enjoy it, and I like sucking cock. I am sorry I got you in trouble, Sir. I will confess tonight that it was all my idea to lick your cock,” she admitted.

I felt guilty. I told her that I enjoyed it a lot and apologized that I wasn’t able to cum very quickly.

“If you held your mouth open like you were waiting to catch it, that might help,” I suggested.

Heather opened her mouth wide and showed me her tongue. She looked eager for me to shoot my load. It only took about thirty seconds of looking at her upturned nose and cute mouth before I began to spurt. She quickly caught my cum in her hand. It was a LOT even by my own standards, and she looked very pleased. She thanked me and left the room with the cum in her hand. I remained behind to rest and catch my breath. It was euphoric to have finally busted a nut. I cleaned myself up a little and put my pants back on.

I walked into the kitchen, where Brittany was behind the oven. She had her apron on again and was preparing food. Jayne was putting away groceries, and Heather was washing her hands.

“Son, I am so sorry about today. I understand the girls tested you. They took you skinny dipping instead of doing their chores?”

“Yeah, but it was really fun!”

“The girls have chores to do. However, they got all of them done in time for us, and they did a good job from what I have seen so far. Why did you follow them when they first left the property?”

Dad had clearly heard the story from Jayne. I admitted I was curious where they were going.

“Did you order them to stop and turn around?”

“No,” I said. My Dad looked disappointed. “So you stripped naked and jumped into the water? You know there are snakes in there, and that spring has a lot of natural caverns in it. It is very deep.”

“I am sorry, Dad.”

“I understand, though. I’ve been swimming in there plenty of times. I did give you a job to do today, though. I understand from Jayne that you volunteered to be their shepherd at school?”

Jayne and Heather pretended not to be listening, but they were hovering around and obviously eavesdropping. Brittany’s face was one of pure joy. She looked liked she admired me for offering.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“How can you be a good shepherd if you won’t lead the sheep when they try to leave the farm?”

I didn’t have an answer for him. I said that was silly, and I was sorry for suggesting it.

“Your heart is in the right place. If the first mistake you ever have causes you to quit, then I’ve failed you. I want you to be a good shepherd. If you are willing, then I am going to teach you how to do that this week. We had to go to town to complete some things for our wedding. I am the one who put you in that situation, and I learned from my mistake. I didn’t think the girls would test you like that. I thought that Brittany had made them aware that I expected them on their best behavior.”

I was still surprised I wasn’t in any sort of trouble for what had happened.

“I expected the girls would give THEMSELVES enemas. How did you feel about supervising that?” my Dad looked disappointed at Heather and Jayne. They remained quiet as if they were trying to avoid his gaze.

“It was weird. Why do they have to get them every day?” I asked.

“They are not permitted to have big wads of dried shit in their ass. This keeps the girls regular and from having to ask permission to shit or piss when they should be focused on work. They almost never mess in the cages.

Dad knew I knew about their cages as well.

“The women of the house have to ask permission to take the time to shit and piss when a man is present. The girls ask their mom if you and I are not here. They ALL use the yard. They are forbidden from using the toilet. I know it sounds harsh, but the girls had lived like this since before we came here, and that is the way things are here. Do you mind supervising them in the future, or was once enough?” he asked. I got the impression this was not my father’s rule but yet another self-imposed act of contrition the girls did to live in total humility.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I sounded enthusiastic. I didn’t want my father thinking I was too eager or perverted but the very thought of all of this was sending all kinds of crazy fantasies to my brain.

I could picture ordering a naked Brittany to assume all sorts of dirty poses – completely naked. I’d have told her to spread her legs and kick them high in the air. The thought of making her do this with her daughters seemed taboo and yet strangely natural given that the girls saw nothing wrong with it. The problem was they wore chastity belts 24/7 – but even then I could still see their assholes and that was good enough. I felt a tinge of guilt mixed with sexual excitement and it was strangely intoxicating. The fact that Brittany bounced around the kitchen laughing playfully was a tremendous turn on. I wasn’t sure if she realized exactly how sexy she truly was – or maybe she did and had come to turns with it a long time ago.

“Wow, I was worried you would think it was disgusting, Son. I am proud of you that you are so open minded. When I first discovered this was the practice here I considered changing it. However, the girls begged me to continue it and now I have come to understand that they need these acts of contrition and humility. I apologize for not telling you this sooner. I thought it better that you see it because I doubted you would understand if I told you before we got here.”

“I understand,” I replied.

“Well, that’s great to hear because Brittany has to go outside and complete her enema before confession. Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”

“I am supposed to give an enema to my new Step-Mom?” I asked. This was exciting and I was starting to wonder if my fantasies were tame compared to my new reality.

Brittany’s eyes brightened when I called her step-mom. “I don’t want you to treat me any differently than any other girls. I hope that isn’t weird for you, Oscar? I don’t expect you to call me Mom, but it was nice to hear you call me Step-Mom. Thank you for that.”

“What you want is irrelevant. Yes, Your mom gets treated the same as the other girls. If that is a problem for you, then I understand. You aren’t used to this. It took me a little while to get used to it as well. I told you that she is obedient and will respect you as an authority in the house. The question is, do you want that? There is a responsibility that comes with this authority, son. You cannot show preferential treatment to any of them. They are all sinners, and they are all seeking equal guidance.”