Father's Milk: Spencer and Emily Ch. 07-08

Chapter Seven

That night when her mother had already turned in for the night, Spenser ordered Emily to examine his cock in the living room, to get familiar with it. It was only inches from her face and she could see every thick hair and every freckle in exquisite detail. She noticed that a clear liquid was leaking from the small hole in the head of his cock and it looked like it had been leaking for quite a while.

Then he forcefully pressed against the back of her head. Emily resisted for a second, but she realized it was hopeless and she allowed Spenser to guide her lips to the head of his cock.

He told her to lick the head of his cock and then take it into her mouth. He warned her to be careful not to touch him with her teeth. He then told her to move her up and down head and her hands.

Spencer's cock reached the back of her throat and Emily started gagging and her eyes started filling with tears.

He told her to swallow before she started to move her mouth down over his cock and it would fool her brain into accepting being touched in the back of her throat and she wouldn't gag.

It took several attempts, but eventually Emily learned that he was right. She couldn't actually swallow with her mouth full of that fat cock, but making the attempt seemed to stop the gagging. Even so she could only get about half of his cock into her mouth by herself. He didn't complain though. He just watched her as she began moving her head up and down the way he was instructing her. When she had exhibited that she more or less mastered that art he then taught her how to move her hand in a coordinated effort and soon Emily was giving her stepfather a passable second blowjob.

At least Emily was thinking she was as he wasn't complaining. He stopped her after a couple of minutes and sat back down in his chair and as soon as he was comfortable he told her to get back to work. Emily moved between his legs and returned to doing what she had been doing.

Spencer moaned and said, "Just a little faster now Emily and I want you to hold the milk in your mouth."

She was anticipating what was about to happen. The concept of this strange, pleasant milk shooting out of the end of his cock and filling her mouth was truly yummy.

He moaned loudly and she felt him tense up and then he almost yelled, "Yes you sweet girl! Fuck! I'm coming!"

She moved her lips back up to the head of his cock and closed them around the tip while she sped up the motion her hand was making up and down the fat shaft. Seconds later she felt the hot liquid spewing out of the end of his cock and filling her mouth. Emily gagged again as her mouth filled with the slimy, bitter milk, but she held on and forced herself to keep her mouth in place over the head of his cock and she continued to masturbate him until he reached down and held her hand still.

He sighed and then he looked down at her and said, "You did a pretty damned good job of cocksucking on your own my sweet little girl. You are going to be really easier to train that I thought. Now, I want you to carefully straighten up without spilling a drop."

Emily cautiously slid her lips off of the end of his cock and he shivered as her lips moved over the head of it. She sat up with her mouth still full of his acrid milk and wiped the now trickling tears from her eyes.

Spencer instructed her to use her tongue. He wanted her to get familiar with the taste of his milk. She moved the liquid around in her mouth with her tongue, exploring the taste and the slimy texture. It was not as creamy but it was still acrid. The flavor was musky, but it was the idea of what she had just done that really turned her on. The closeness she felt to her Daddy as she was sucking on her Stepdaddy's cock and drinking his Father's Milk made her feel strangely contented.

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Spenser told her that they were going to meet Reverend Jim at the local church for her Baptism and that he placed a dress for her to wear on her bed.

Just the two of them drove to the local church and Spenser introduced her to Reverend Jim. Then Spenser left the two of them alone.

Emily followed Reverend Jim as he paced the empty church, his words echoing into the high vaulted ceiling as he lectured her.

"The Seven Sacraments are of the utmost importance to Catholic life," he told the eighteen-year old girl. "The Sacraments take us home on the path to salvation, they bring us closer to the Lord our Savior."

Emily nodded obediently. She had heard this lecture many times before from her stepfather as well as her teachers. Religion was taken very seriously in Ruttingwood. She hurried to catch up with the Reverend. Her shoes clicked on the stone floor as she walked. Emily was wearing her new dress shoes as well as a beautifully lacy white dress for her baptism today.

"You are here with us today, Emily, three months after your eighteenth birthday," the Reverend said solemnly. He stopped walking. "Is that correct?"

"Yes, Father."

"And why have your parents sent you here?"

"To begin my first of seven sacraments."

"Correct," the Reverend intoned, and the two resumed their walk through the church. Reverend Jim was a rather bulky man with a few sparse salt and pepper strands of hair at his temples. His looked rather large and incongruous next to Emily's small form. She had big inquisitive eyes that peered out from her face, framed by her blonde hair parted directly in the middle. "As you know there are Seven Holy Sacraments. What is the first?"

"Baptism," Emily answered.

"Yes. Baptism," Reverend Jim nodded thoughtfully. "Baptism, which cleanses from original sin, providing rebirth and regeneration. It is necessary for salvation. What is another?"

"Anointing the sick."

"Anointing of the sick. It bestows grace on those who are sick, old, or dying. It forgives sins and aids in the physical healing of the body. Tell me another," he commanded.

"Penance."

"Yes, penance," the Reverend sighed. "It removes the penalty of sins committed after baptism. An ongoing process throughout one's life, an eternal struggle. Next?"

"Holy Eucharist," Emily said promptly.

"Or First Communion," Reverend Jim told her. "In which Christ is re-sacrificed and the benefits of Calvary are continually applied anew to the believer."

He paused. Without prompting, Emily said brightly, "Confirmation?"

The Reverend nodded somberly. "Confirmation. The most powerful of all the Holy Sacraments. The Holy Spirit is bestowed on the Catholic by an agent of God. It seals the believer to the grace of the Catholic Church."

The man and young woman walked in silence for a moment. "That is five sacraments," Reverend Jim said. "The remaining two, as you know, are Marriage and Holy Orders. You are familiar with marriage, I'm sure. Holy Orders is less well-known but it is the most powerful calling of all, when ordinary men and women are bestowed with the special grace and spiritual power for leadership in the Church."

"Yes, Father," Emily answered dutifully.

They continued walking to the rear of the church until they reached a large wooden door. Emily knew it led to the rectory, where the seven priests of Ruttingwood resided sometimes.

"But today," the Reverend said, fixing a grave look on the girl, "you are to be baptized, for that is the first sacrament. Are you ready, my child?"

"Yes, Father."

"For baptism is the most undemanding and most simple of all the sacraments. But it is the most serious as well, for it is the first step in the Journey to Christ. Here in Ruttingwood, we are all Christians, and to be baptized is not only to be Catholic, but it is to be Ruttingian. Are you willing to accept this responsibility?"

Emily blinked. Being only eighteen years old, she had a hard time understanding what the priest was talking about. But her stepfather had told her to go with Reverend Jim and obey him like a good girl. "Yes, Father," she responded.

"Good," Reverend Jim said, opening the door. "Follow me to the private chapel. We will prepare you for your baptism."

Emily followed him as he led her through the living quarters of the rectory. They soon entered a small circular chapel. In the center of the room was another vaulted ceiling, though not quite as high as those in the church. Two rows of simple wooden pews were arranged in a circular fashion, all focusing on a simple kneeling block beneath the skylight in the center of the chapel.

"Kneel, my child," Reverend Jim instructed her. Emily walked to the center of the chapel and knelt on the hard-wooden block. The early morning sunshine shimmered through the skylight, illuminating her form. Emily carefully arranged herself on the wooden kneeling block, making sure her white knee-high stockings weren't slipping. The hemline of her white dress was long enough to graze the stone of the floor as she knelt.

Reverend Jim came and stood in front of her. He had changed into a plush maroon robe that almost touched the floor. "You have come to experience the baptismal ritual and you shall have it," he intoned, his deep voice filling the room. "You have come seeking salvation and you shall find it. Brothers, join me."

Emily watched curiously as six men filed into the chapel, each wearing a long robe like Reverend Jim except they had their hoods drawn. Upon reaching the center of the room, they formed a circle around the girl. Emily felt a shiver of fear run through her as the unknown hooded men surrounded her. But then Reverend Jim signaled to them and they removed their hoods. The eighteen-year-old girl sighed with relief as she recognized her stepfather, Spenser, the priest of the Catholic Girl School of Ruttingwood, Father Emerson, the Mayor Grant Rutherford, Doctor Mark Thrusting and Mr. Dickins the land developer. The other man she recognized as the Police Chief Edward Branlage.

Reverend Jim spoke. "This innocent will join the Catholic Church and earn her salvation. In the name of God, she will begin her journey. Brothers, are you ready?"

The six men nodded. Emily swallowed a lump in her throat, feeling nervous again. "Then let us begin," Reverend Jim declared, "Let us pray and call forth the Holy Spirit so we may baptize this girl."

The circle of men closed around Emily until they formed a tight circle with each man standing about two feet from the girl. Emily bit her lip to keep from gasping as the Holy men opened their robes, revealing their nakedness. Each man's penis was erect, standing at attention as the shaft pointed at Emily.

"Let us anoint the Tool of God," Reverend Jim said softly. A small bottle of perfumed oil was produced. Emily watched dumbstruck as each man applied the oil to his fat penis until it glistened from the skylight's sunshine.

Each man then took his penis and made a fist. They looked at Reverend Jim for direction. "Let us pray," he ordered them.

Emily knelt, motionless, as the men began to stroke the lengths of their hard penises. She had seen her own step father's penis on several occasions but it never looked like this so oily and massive. The room was filled with a quiet squelching sound as the seven men masturbated around the eighteen-year-old girl.

Nervously, Emily thumbed at the lace sleeve of her delicate white dress. Her mother had told her that the baptism might be scary but that she should be brave. Licking her dry lips, Emily tried to draw up her courage. This was odd behavior indeed and the men's penises looked quite scary, being so hard and shiny and sticking out straight from their bodies... the purplish, knobby tip of each penis was pointed directly at Emily.

Emily knelt as the men continued their ministrations. One minute stretched into two, and then five. At the ten-minute mark, Emily shifted her weight uncomfortably on the wooden kneeling block. Suddenly one of the men stopped his motions and only held his penis. Then another man stopped his movement as well. Curious, Emily turned her head slightly and found the men behind her had stopped stroking their penises as well. Only Reverend Jim, directly in front of her, continued fisting his long, hard penis.

"Emily," he said, his voice suddenly raspy, "you must tilt your head backward. Yes, that's right. You must look straight up at the sky, at God Himself, and you must keep your eyes open, but your mouth closed. Be perfectly still. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father," Emily said, doing as she was told. She tilted her head backward until she was looking up at the skylight high on the vaulted ceiling. The blue sky was clearly visible through the clear glass.

"Brothers," Reverend Jim asked, "are you ready? Let us anoint this girl with the power of the Holy Spirit invested in us."

Still looking straight up, Emily saw the circle of holy men close even tighter around her until their penises were directly over her face which betrayed a hint of fear. The men began to stroke their penises again. They stood so close that Emily felt even her eyelash could brush against a penis if she blinked.

Suddenly, Emily felt a hot substance land on her cheek. She flinched, but she heard Reverend Jim commanding voice: "Be still! Your eyes must be open, your mouth shut!" Emily did her best to comply as she felt something hot and burning land on her other cheek. The milk began to drip down her neck.

The penis directly above her, the one she could see best that of her stepfather. Emily watched as a burst of white fluid sprayed from the slit on the dark red tip of the penis. The fluid traced a trail across her face and it felt hot where it landed.

And then suddenly there was no end to it. Emily watched, awed, as all the penises within her view exploded in rapid succession, each issuing a spurt of that hot white fluid. She blinked swiftly, for strands of it were stretched across her eye, held up only by her eyelashes. Emily felt the liquid land everywhere else too: her chin, her forehead, her upper lip. The eighteen-year-old was soon covered in semen.

It occurred to her suddenly that the Holy men were indeed baptizing her. But not with water but with the milk from their penises. She briefly recalled how Reverend Jim had referred to the penis as a "Tool of God". It was true then, they were anointing her with the power of the Holy Spirit.

Her head still tilted back, Emily craned her eyeballs to see Reverend Jim, his penis directly over her chin. She saw that his face was now quite red and beads of sweat were forming on his temples. "Receive..." he gasped, "you shall receive the Holy Spirit now..."

Emily saw another flash of white as the Reverend ejaculated on her face. It shot so powerfully that some landed on her forehead. She felt some of it go up her nose and onto her tightly pursed lips. Each spray felt like warm sunshine on her face and the girl imagined herself receiving the blessing of God.

Finally, it was over and the men withdrew. Emily tilted her head straight again. Immediately, she felt all the sticky fluid start to drip down her face. Some of it dribbled from her chin and landed on the chest of her lacy dress. She looked around and saw the Holy men had closed their robes and drawn their hoods again. Only Reverend Jim stood unhooded before.

"My child," he said, "The servant of God, Emily, you are now baptized in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Be proud; your journey has begun." And for the first time, he smiled at the girl.

Emily, her young face dripping with semen and her neck crusty with rapidly drying semen trails, smiled back at him.