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   Nikki@P.U. to All   
   Story:Before the wedding (1/4)   
   20 May 06 19:59:53   
   
   Story:Before the wedding   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         "Are you SURE this is right, Mom?" asked the picture-perfect   
   young bride.  All girls (and even women) look like angels or   
   princesses when getting married.  Charlene was no different.   
    From the top of her veil with the tiny coronet in place, to the   
   rhinestones glittering on the heels of her shoes, the girl looked   
   the very picture of radiant bridal glory.   
         A woman doesn't need real beauty for this.  Even the ugliest   
   of dowdy frumps can look wonderful for a wedding once in her   
   life.  But Charlene had that beautiful brown hair combined with   
   blue eyes, that seemed so common with girls her age in this area.   
   A fact well appreciated by the horny young studs aching to trap   
   these beauties into matrimony ... the only way it seemed to get   
   sex in Marton County.   
         "Yes Dear," soothed her mother.  "Father Jenkins KNOWS how   
   inexperienced girls like you are, when it comes to sex; and has   
   volunteered to see to it that you KNOW what is important on your   
   wedding night.  Now that we're sure it fits, let's get that dress   
   off you before we wrinkle it.  I don't have time to do another   
   ironing."   
         "Well ... If you're SURE," she petulated; working to ease   
   herself out of the layers of gown, like a man taking off a diving   
   suit.  "I don't want Jeremy getting angry about this.  I mean,   
   he's waited so long ... and really expected to be first."   
         "Don't worry about Jeremy," again soothed her mother.   
   "Being first-born, he knows as little about sex as you do ... So   
   Father Jenkins has also volunteered to instruct him in the   
   details as well.  He's very good at that.  In fact, your fiancee   
   is probably over there right now."   
      
         Father Jenkins WAS "very good" at teaching about sex.  A   
   priest is supposed to be able to instruct young newlyweds in many   
   things having to do with married life ... not the least of which   
   being HOW to have sex ... and incidentals like the taking of a   
   girl's virginity, along with birth-control.  No, the Church   
   didn't really condone birth-control as such ... always wanting   
   there to be at least a CHANCE for God to have his way and for   
   couples to "do their duty" and "multiply".  Besides, this helped   
   spread the faith to younger generations.  Still, couples WOULD do   
   such things; and it was up to priests to see that the couples did   
   not resort to abortion ... what amounted to murder of a child in   
   the eyes of the Church.  So better to see to it that such worries   
   never came up.   
         Father Jenkins' ideas about teaching sex however, were   
   definitely NOT approved by the Church.  In fact, if found out,   
   scandals about other priests and altar boys would have seemed   
   rather picky and minor infractions.  Not that Father Jenkins had   
   any objections to altar boys ....   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
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         "I'm sorry, Jeremy," he told the pale and worried young man,   
   "but you'll have to get undressed like I am.  You won't be able   
   to have sex with Charlene, you know, if you're still wearing your   
   clothes."   
         The young man in question gulped and tentatively reached for   
   a button on his shirt.  The only reason HE was here prior to his   
   fiancee, was because of his mother's insistence.  "But I   
   know ...," he began.   
         "Jeremy, Jeremy," soothed the older priest.  "I've known you   
   all your life.  Even longer, in fact; since before you were in   
   your mother's womb.  A marriage is not just one contract.  The   
   vows you will take next week with Charlene are just one of many   
   duties you will assume.  For example, did you know that the   
   marriage is not legal, until you consummate it?"   
         "Connsumme?"   
         "Consummate it.  That means have sex with your wife ...   
   which in some cases may take over a week to happen.  See, you   
   didn't know, did you?"   
         Jeremy was now puzzled.  Here he had thought he and Charlene   
   would just get married, he would stick his prick inside here, and   
   (eventually) they would have babies.  Maybe things WERE more   
   complicated among humans than he had assumed they were from   
   watching animals out on the farm.   
         Father Jenkins looked proudly at the strapping young youth   
   as he slowly got undressed.  Like his beautiful bride-to-be, the   
   young man had brown hair and blue eyes ... just like he did.  A   
   fact not too astonishing, when you consider that both children   
   were actually his ... and thus half-brother and half-sister.  For   
   at least three decades now the 50-year-old priest had been   
   teaching "sex-education" to prospective brides and grooms in what   
   had been a small but fast-growing community.  The good priest's   
   teachings had resulted in a local "baby boom" that easily   
   outstripped the commoner one taking place because of men coming   
   back from the war.  That no bad inbreeding effects had shown up   
   in three generations (starting four now) gave the priest good   
   reason to be proud of his children.   
         A priest is SUPPOSED to think of his parishioners as his   
   "children"; but few did like Father Jenkins.  Almost one-third of   
   the people in the parish now WERE his sons and daughters, with a   
   far-greater percentage being descendants that included   
   grandchildren and great-grandchildren ... with a sprinkling of   
   great-great-grandchildren that were all his direct descendants.   
   A few, like Jeremy and his blushing young bride, were not only   
   Father Jenkins' children, but his grandchildren and great-   
   grandchildren as well!  A fact known to almost every woman in the   
   parish; but few of the men.   
         The women had good reason to keep this a secret.  If their   
   husbands had known, many would have been thrown out or abandoned;   
   as even in today's modern society, having sex with somebody not   
   your husband could lead to a quick divorce.  And as for having   
   another man's baby ....   
      
      
      
      
      
      
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         That none of the children were produced by adultery, or were   
   conceived after the women were married, had little meaning to men   
   like that.  To them, just knowing a child wasn't theirs, would be   
   enough.  Thus Father Jenkins leaned on each succeeding generation   
   to send the young marriage-hopefuls around to him ... so he could   
   teach the young kids what he had previously "taught" their   
   parents.  And the mothers knew better than to object.  After all,   
   who would the angry husband believe, her, or the respected parish   
   priest who had seen him into the world, gave him First-Communion,   
   and taught him the ways of life and women, before marriage?   
         Even if believed, that would not have saved more than a few   
   marriages.  So the women gave in to the good father's   
   importunities, and dutifully sent each of their daughters (and   
   often sons too) to be properly "educated" in the rituals of sex   
   before marriage by the oh-so-caring priest.   
         "See," it's not so bad," soothed the priest in question, as   
      
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