She smiled, genuinely, shamelessly. “Willing and eager.”
The ancient wooden doors of the church groaned open, and silence swept through the vast sanctuary like a wave. Candlelight flickered across hundreds of faces. They all turned toward the aisle, expectant and reverent. Incense hung in the air. The first soft footstep echoed on the stone floor.
Clara stepped into the aisle barefoot. Flanked by her father Jonah on her left, and her brother Micah on her right. The hem of her sheer ceremonial robe brushed against her thighs with every slow step. The fabric does little to hide her slender, naked form beneath. Her nipples stood firm on her nearly flat chest. Something that greatly annoyed her at the age of 19.
Her father's hand was steady at her back, guiding her forward with a gentle but firm touch. The older man’s presence had always calmed her, even when she was a child. He was leading her toward the altar where she would be changed forever.
Micah, barely older than she was at 21, walked with his head bowed. His fingers grazed hers as they moved. He had grown into a man in the last few years. She had tried not to let herself think of him as sexy. But it was difficult when she could see his penis through his robe.
Clara kept her gaze low until they reached the front pews. When she finally glanced up, she smiled warmly. There, in the center of the front row, sat her mother. She had been helping Clara prepare for today with lessons on how to perform oral on a man. Something Clara's boyfriend loved. However, he broke up with her when she told him she was saving her virginity for today. Anna’s eyes were locked on hers. Calm. Proud. Not a trace of hesitation or shame. She was dressed in white, just like the rest of the congregation. She offered Clara a soft, knowing nod. Clara got the impression that her mother knew something she didn't.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Her cheeks flushed with heat. They reached the base of the altar. The three of them ascended the steps together, bare feet on cold stone. Father Elias stood waiting at the top. His ceremonial robe was open at the front, exposing the full length of his body. She stared at his penis which was already half hard. She was a little daunted at the prospect of sucking on it later. But she knew she could make sure he didn't last long. Jonah and Micah stepped to either side of her. In practiced unison, they slid her robe from her shoulders.
It fell soundlessly to the floor.
The cool air kissed her naked skin. Her whole body was bare beneath the golden light. She heard no gasps, no whispers. Only silence. Clara stood, spine straight, as Jonah and Micah each removed their own robes. She tried not to stare at them. She hadn't realized her brother's penis was so big. Her father, however, surprised her by already being hard. His cock was longer but thinner than Micah's.
Jonah moved behind her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders. She felt the warmth of his skin, the steadiness of his breath… and something else. A subtle pressure. Firm. Warm. The unmistakable presence of his erection pressed between her buttocks. Clara froze for a heartbeat. Her eyes flicked toward her mother, who winked at her. Then forward to Father Elias, who had begun to speak in his low, resonant voice. The sermon had begun.
But Clara wasn’t listening. Her father's hands wandered down her sides to rest on her hips. He gripped her gently but firmly. He was hard for her. He began to move very slowly. Not enough for anyone but her to notice. Right here. In front of everyone. He was rubbing his penis between her cheeks. Every now and then it got far enough in to brush her shaven vagina. She could have stepped forward. She could have said something.
Instead, Clara tilted her hips back into him. The shift was subtle. Invisible to anyone watching. But the heat of his body told her he felt it.
A slow, delicious glide followed. The soft, forbidden rub of his shaft against the curve of her backside. An impossible secret in the middle of a sacred ritual. Her skin burned with shame and pleasure as her pussy wet his tip. No one noticed. Hundreds watched, listening to the priest. Her mother sat only ten feet away while her father rubbed his cock on her. And she was grinding, ever so slightly, against the man she had known her entire life. She was wet. She was shaking. And she was ready part of her wondered if that was his plan. Get her wet for the men that will fuck her in a moment. Or did he just want it to be him inside her?
Father Elias paused mid-sermon. His deep voice softened as he turned his full attention to Clara. She stopped moving but her father didn't. His gaze held hers as if to separate this moment from all that had come before it. He stepped closer, robes parting slightly as he moved, revealing the stiff weight of his arousal. The air between them hummed with heat.
“Clara,” he said, calm and deliberate, “are you fully aware of what this ceremony entails?”
Her body tingled under her father's warm hands, still resting on her hips. She could feel the subtle, secret motion of his hips. The firm length of him glided ever so slightly along her anus and pussy. It was maddening. Hidden. Forbidden. And yet, it made her bold.
“I am,” she said.
“And are you willing?”
She smiled, genuinely, shamelessly. “Willing and eager.”
Her brother shifted beside her. She didn’t look at him, but she sensed the change in him. Happiness? Or anticipation? Father Elias gave a quiet nod, satisfied. Then he turned, motioning to the smooth linen-covered altar behind him. Jonah’s hands left her hips, and he and Micha held her hands. She took that as her cue. Clara walked to the altar, still naked, still proud. The slab was raised to just above her waist. Her father and brother guided her as she slowly leaned forward until her bare chest rested against it. She thought sarcastically that, in this instance, her lack of breasts at least made this more comfortable.
Her father gripped her hips and helped her up onto the altar while her brother guided her knees onto two stools below it. She was side on to the congregation and smiled her mother waved happily at her. Her breath was shaky now, though not from fear. She was exposed. She was ready. She was told that two men would be joining them on stage now. These men would be the ones to take her. It was the custom. The mystery was part of the rite. Jonah and Micah would still be there. Silent observers to her passing into adulthood.
Then, a shadow fell over her. Strong hands grasped her hips. She felt the tip of a cock rubbed on her clit then placed near her entrance. It felt dirty and exciting. She wanted to turn and see who it was but she knew that was forbidden. A moment later, another figure stepped in front of her. It was the priest. Father Elias. His thick erection was right there. He was only inches from her lips, cock held proudly in his hand.
Clara opened her mouth and he leaned forward, her lips parting in invitation. This was the start. Clara’s breath hitched as Father Elias’s thick length past her lips. She stilled herself and her tongue flicked out instinctively catching the parts she knew he would like best. She reminded herself of what she’d been taught. This was a sacred act, a gift she was giving and receiving. A passage to womanhood. Her mom had prepared her well, teaching her how to please. To get him off quickly so the procession of men behind her would be short. Her hands rested lightly on the cool altar, steadying herself as she continued to suck.
The man behind her pushed in. Slow and gentle. The stretch was better than she could have imagined. The fullness of him made her want him even more. He was long, she felt him bottom out more than once. Pleasure stirred low in her belly, a tender warmth that grew slowly. Her body responded without shame, without hesitation. Her thoughts drifted briefly to who he might be, faceless and mysterious. She thought about her father and brother, somewhere behind her. Watching this man's cock slide in and out of her formerly virgin pussy.
She surrendered to the moment, to the sacred ritual she was taking part in. Wildly as the delightful pleasant pressure in her grew she wondered how her family might feel inside her. She was nearing orgasm and struggling to continue to pleasure the priest when she decided she would ask her brother to fuck her later. He might say no but after watching her do this he may be tempted. Her body began to tremble as she neared a precipice she was desperate to fall over.
The man inside her suddenly pushed in deep and he splashed his thick hot cum against her womb. She was about to join him in his ecstasy when he pulled out. Clara’s mouth was still wrapped warmly around the priest’s thick shaft when she suddenly felt another presence behind her. Strong hands settled on her hips, steadying her against the cool altar.
Her pulse fluttered, but her mind stayed focused on the priest in front of her. Slowly she felt him enter. A deep, full stretch as he slid inside her, warm and strong. Her breath caught in surprise, the new sensation flooding her nerves. He was thick, filling her in a way she hadn’t known she could be filled. She instinctively arched her hips back against him, welcoming relentless and fast thrusts that followed. Her hands gripped the altar tighter as waves of warmth pooled low in her belly. The contrast between the fullness behind her and the heat she felt around the priest’s shaft in her mouth was dizzying.
There was no time to think. There was only the feeling of him inside her, the rhythm of his body moving with hers, and the sacred act she was part of. Each rough thrust sent shivers through her spine, mingling with the pleasure blossoming at the front. Her lips moved with careful purpose, coaxing the priest closer to his release. Her hips rose and fell quietly against the man behind her.
She felt herself trembling. She was nearing that edge again and moaned endlessly around the priest's cock. And all the while, she was grateful. Grateful for the lessons she’d been given. Grateful for this moment of surrender. Grateful for the cock in her. Because she knew the ritual would end when the priest reached his climax. Her mother had warned her that she had taken too long to make the priest finish and she struggled to walk after. Hoping to avoid that, she was determined to bring him there quickly. Once she orgasmed she would try deep throat to finish him.
The man behind her moved deeper inside. Clara felt a rush of warmth bloom through her. Each hard slam into her soft folds sent waves rippling beneath her skin, stirring a fire she hadn’t known she carried. The fullness and pressure mingled with the soft heat at her lips, where she still welcomed Father Elias with practiced tenderness.
When the first man suddenly pushed in deep and added his cumshot to the first her own orgasm nearly started. She was left frustrated when he pulled out, denying her. Another presence came forward. Warm hands guided her hips, steadying her. He felt like the first man and as he bottomed out she felt the pressure that had been building snap.
Clara’s breath came faster, her heart beating a thrilling cadence. Her body responded instinctively, riding the delicate crest of pleasure and anticipation. She felt alive, seen only by these men. Touched in this sacred rite. Her senses sing in harmony with the unfolding ceremony. Her mind was awash with wonder as her pussy detonated with pleasure.
Her thoughts drifted softly, floating between the moment. Fucked by three random men while she sucked her priest. Her mother, naked father, and naked brother watching her first orgasm from a cock. She embraced the freedom of surrender and the thrill of the taboo. The quiet power of feeling sexy and strong while hundreds watched.
The rhythm behind Clara shifted, gaining strength and urgency. Each thrust grew firmer, faster, driving deep into her with an intoxicating force that made her breath hitch. Her body responded without hesitation. Riding the swell of pleasure that built quickly, fierce, and bright as her orgasm continued. Her hips moved instinctively, matching the relentless pace. The priest groaned and rested his hands on the altar as he neared his own climax. The warmth of her orgasm blossomed low inside her, spreading outward in waves that left her trembling. Her breath hitched into a soft, urgent moan, a sound both raw and beautiful as she surrendered to the flood of sensation.
At that moment, the priest’s release came too. Hot and sudden in her mouth. She tasted the bittersweet finality of the ceremony mingling with her own rising bliss.
Clara’s body shuddered with the shared climax, the two pleasures mingling inside and around her, binding the ritual and her awakening in a moment suspended between reverence and abandon. As the last echoes of sensation faded, a serene calm settled over her. She was fully marked, transformed. A woman, marked with the cum of her church.
After the waves of pleasure subsided, gentle hands lifted Clara from the altar. They eased her into a seated position. The cool surface pressed against her bare skin, grounding her as she caught her breath. Around her, the congregation’s applause and cheers swelled. A chorus of welcome and celebration fills the sacred space. She noted with a sly smile that several people were clearly very turned on.
Clara’s eyes met those of the men around her. She expected to see two or three new men with wet cocks. But she didn't. It was Jonah and Micah whose cocks were slickened with her juices.
A deep, thrilling rush surged through her. Driven by the knowledge that these were the men who had shared this intimate, transformative rite with her. She had fucked her father and brother while her whole church, including her mother.
The taboo made the moment all the sweeter. She smiled softly, savoring the satisfaction of a secret shared and a bond deepened. Her father smiled as he watched her. Clara’s heart swelled with newfound confidence and pride, knowing she had crossed the threshold into adulthood in the company of those she trusted most. She wondered if her family might extend this closeness to home life too. Their household already was clothing optional. Maybe it could be free use too. She smiled, deciding to ask.
The priest raised his hands, signaling the closing of the ceremony as the congregation’s applause slowly faded into a respectful hush. Clara, still seated on the altar, was gently helped down by Jonah and Micah. The three of them moved together to the front row, settling into the seats beside Clara’s mother. Her mother watched with a serene, knowing smile.
Clara felt a mix of emotions, pride, relief, and quiet joy. She sat between her mother and brother, he was still hard, surrounded by the warmth of acceptance.
Father Elias’s voice rose once more, delivering a final blessing that echoed through the sacred hall, marking the end of the rite and the beginning of Clara’s new chapter. Together, they sat quietly, the weight of the moment settling over them like a soft, comforting cloak.
Then she asked softly. "So does this mean we are going to have group sex at home too?"
Her father chuckled as her mother answered, "As much as you want. Also, we have some fertility ceremonies to look forward to as well. Everyone picks a family member to play with."