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Based on a post by somethin fishy,
They waited until the troops had pasted them before attacking. Pollyanna and
The odds were down to five to one by the time the soldiers had made it to
“Polly Behind You!” As Pollyanna turned, one of the men drove his horse
Finally surrounded, the troop leader demanded Stella’s honorable surrender.
Stella and Pollyanna were both searched while most of the men searched the
“Fine, you idiot’s have an hour and then we kill them.” The commander
“So, lass what be your name?” Stella just looked at him but didn’t answer.
“Well, my name is Captain Hall, but you can call me Matt.”
“Why are you letting your men rape those poor women? Don’t you think that
“Well, there are seven of them and only one of me, plus those men are
‘Shit, didn’t think that though’ thought Stella. “Where I come from that is
“Where are you from then? I have traveled widely in my many years and I have
“Well, I am from a far-off land known as America.” Stella knew that she
“America? I have never heard of such a land.”
“It is far away after all. It lays far to the West, across the sea.”
“Then how did you end up here then?”
“Like you, I have traveled widely and I have been travelling almost
By this time Pollyanna was starting to come around so Stella went to her
After an hour the men’s time was up.
“Hey idiots, when you finish up with your current woman, kill her. We need
The other men, including Matt, took a step back at seeing this. Obviously,
“If you fight us anymore, I will have you ran through. Is that clear?” Both
Once the women were bound, the group continued on their way. Matt had the
For hours, the group rode in mostly silence. There was some occasional talk
Finally, the woods thinned out and they could see the city of York in the
“Those two women belong to me and I would appreciate their return.” The
“They are mine now” growled Matt. Then speaking to his men: “Kill that
“I believe the gentleman asked for his women back and it will be in your
“Who the fuck are you?!?!” spat Matt. He was getting pissed and he wasn’t
“We should do what they say sir for that is Marion of York and therefore I
Now Matt knew who they were for he had heard the tales and seeing these two
“If you don’t release my people by the time, I count to five, then I will
This decided things for Matt and he told the men to put away their swords
“But Milord, if Cecilia hears of this then we will all be dead anyway. I
“You men know that you have a third option” said Stella. She urged her horse
“Choose now!” Marion snapped. This seemed to snap the men out of their
Matt was the first one to dismount. Something in Marion gave him hope and it
Handing them each a small pouch; she told them “Here, take this and make
The mood in Cecilia’s castle was bleak to say the least. It had been going
At the same time, she raised taxes even further. Any household that couldn’t
On this day, Cecilia was waiting on a gold shipment. It was money that she
She got a message that said that some of the Captain’s men had returned but
Cecilia exploded. Her damn sister was back and now had a lot of money.
“Was that a good idea lying to her like that” one of them asked.
“You want to go back and tell her the truth? Plus, we did not exactly lie,
After Cecilia had worn herself out, with her tantrum, she called all her
Everything in town was thrown into chaos. Soldiers were busy gathering food
The preparations went on through the night, no one in town got any sleep and
By dawn the next morning, everything had been done and Cecilia’s army
Within a day, the army had reached the final ambush site and they found
The three that had escaped were really amazed for they had been actually
The scouts had found five different trails leading away from the area and
The first scout was screaming within five minutes of leaving the main army.
This is how the next week went. Some groups of scouts would see nothing and
Finally, they got a solid lead. One of the patrols had sighted a large camp
There they found two men still in camp and they were quickly captured. These
The commanders kept the army there until the corpses were completely burnt.
The attack started just after an hour after the main army left. It was as
Eventually I saw a couple of people step out of the forest dressed in green.
“How many of those bastards did you see, laddie?”
“I saw at least six and five of them were defiantly women. I also saw the
“Why were you so lenient on that man sir? He obviously was a coward so why
“Because you ignorant jackass; that man had watched as a group of one
The second in command thought for a moment, “Not back to my main camp.
“My thoughts exactly. Now let’s go see if any of the men know these woods.”
After taking most of the evening to question the men, the commanders had a
The army set off first thing in the morning. This time they left nothing
About half of the army had made it across when the bridge disappeared in a
The army was working as fast as they could when men on the far side began to
As the army started to retreat, they heard a trumpet sound from across the
“We thank you kindly for all the gear. I am truly sorry for all the men that
I have left enough tents in a clearing next to a stream for your wounded to
With that the woman melted back into the trees. The men found the ribbons
By the time they had got back they had been able to count their losses. Out
The army had lost almost all of their gear including their pack animals.
Cecilia was beyond furious. Her army had failed spectacularly and large
The people in York then started to get rebellious and Cecilia had to crack
Marion’s team was relaxing after a hard week. They had beaten back her
Alice was reading more on Luke’s computer. She had gotten to where she could
After all it had been Pollyanna’s idea to blow up the bridge using some kind
Meanwhile Stella and Robin had kept the army under observation the entire
“We caught him riding through the forest alone” explained Stella to Marion
“Marion of York I presume” he continued once Marion had nodded. “I have come
“How do you come of this information young man?”
“My sister is Cecilia’s scribe so I know most everything that Cecilia does.
“When did her order go out?”
“The day after her army returned.”
“So yesterday” Marion stated. The man nodded “Is there anything else I
“The people are getting rebellious. Cecilia has almost reached their
“Well thank you young man. Here is some money for your trouble of coming out
“No money is necessary milady. We all want that witch gone.”
“Stella, Pollyanna, Matt” Marion said “See that this young man is safely
Stella retied the man’s blindfold and then lead his horse out of camp. After
“I think that we need to get going and observe our young visitor from a
Marion thought for a second, “Bard” she continued when he looked at her “go
Luke and Bard quickly gathered their gear and took off. They had to hurry to
Almost no woman knew how to write their name, never mind take dictation from
Marion continues growing but must suffer a loss.
As Luke and Bard came around the last corner, they could see Stella was
“Bard, think of it as fishing. You use some bait to catch some small fish.
Bard wasn’t really convinced, but did as Luke planned. One of the things
Before Luke went to untie Pollyanna and Matt, he went to check on Stella.
“Okay this is how things are going to be; you are going to die, but how you
Luke went over to check on Pollyanna and Matt. While Pollyanna was just
“Luke what about Stella, you have to help her!” screamed Pollyanna. Luke
“No, no, it can’t be! She can’t be dead; damn it! Tell me that she will be
“Pollyanna, I’m sorry but there’s nothing that can be done for her. She was
“Well, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” asked Luke as
“Fuck off!” the man yelled from the ground while trying to fight his way
“Figured as much” Then Luke put much more pressure on the man’s shattered
“Yes, please just stop stepping on my boys, please.”
“How did you find us?”
“I just dressed up in poor person clothes and rode through the forest until
“How much is Cecilia paying you?”
“Three hundred up front and five thousand when we completed the job.”
“We?”
“Aye, there were thirty of us. Cecilia keeps us on retainer for people that
“Were all these men in your group or are they just hired thugs?”
“They were all in the group.”
“How many other assassins does Cecilia keep on retainer?”
“How would I know?” Luke moved his foot back to the man’s balls.
“Honestly, I have no idea. I do know that she has a large network that has a
“What all is she involved in?” now Luke was getting increasingly curious.
“Assassins for hire, prostitution, sex slaves, counterfeiting, espionage,
“Well, I think that I am about out of questions; Matt, Pollyanna, do have
“Why did you have to kill Stella?” snapped Pollyanna.
“We had to let you know that we are serious; plus, she was just a woman so
At this Pollyanna lost it and, drawing her sword, beheaded the captive. She
The trip back was very slow due not only to Matt’s injury, but Luke wanted
Once everything was finally done, Marion finally broke down and allowed
As the sun set on the day, Marion made her rounds around camp. She checked
This had also helped make her own mind up; she would go back to the sleeping
As soon as she saw Luke, she launched herself into him and started almost
“Ah; fuck me hard Luke! Fuck My Brains Out!” Marion yelled as she slid down
Within seconds, Marion was yelling at the top of her lungs, in fact Luke had
To be continued in part 6, Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Luke was glad to get out of there. Richard smelled terrible. Not only was he
Finally, after some hours, Luke returned to his quarters. There he found the
“Well, that decides it. We have to act tonight.”
“Tonight? Luke are you sure?” squeaked Marion.
“Yes sweetheart, I’m sure. Because if we don’t act, they will find out who
The group went through all their gear and Luke shared all the intel that he
“I promise that after all this is over and if I am still alive then I shall
It was almost midnight when Marion’s group started their attack. Luke had
Usually, Stella would calm down the whore that was in the bed. Stella was
It took almost three hours to get through all the key personal. This had the
Just as the group was starting their assault, there was a blood curdling
“Who the hell are you? What do you mean by barging in here?”
“Why Richard” said Marion taking off her helmet “I am insulted that you do
When Richard realized just who was standing in front of him, he smiled. “Ah
“What do you mean?”
“Cecilia, you want to come out and meet our guest for this evening?”
Marion and Luke started when they caught sight of Cecilia coming out of an
“You traitor. You betray father and every person living in these lands for
This pissed Cecilia off and she started to move toward Marion but Luke
“Ah so that is the “gun” that Cecilia has told me so much about. And before
Luke was faster though. As soon as he heard Richard whistle, he shot Richard
The team was in serious trouble. They were heavily outnumbered and Gabriel
As they were running, Gabriel caught an arrow in her leg. She wanted the
“You never leave a team member behind, Gabriel. Now come on, let’s get the
Luke picked Gabriel up and threw her over his massive shoulder in a
Alice got them first and got everything ready for the rest. Marion came up
The team had a long ride ahead of them to get back to their campsite, and
Since Alice was the most talented medic in the group, she took charge of
“Well Marion, what is going to be our next move for we cannot go anywhere
“I don’t know, Stella. I don’t know.” Luke could see and feel the mood of
“Excuse me ladies but I think that we need to get back to our campsite and
When the rest of the group was far enough away, Luke pulled Marion to him
“Marion, never ever say that you “I don’t know” when asked what to do ever
With the thought of Cecilia chasing them, to keep them company, the group
Back at camp, the mood was somber for they had lost their friend and comrade,
“Luke, are you going to tell us about that thing and about yourself now?”
“Can we eat first and then after dinner I will show you all everything?”
“I guess.” Alice replied melodramatically.
“Thank you.”
Dinner that evening was quiet to say the least. The only talking was to ask
“Ladies, before I show you what I have to show and before I tell what all I
Luke started with his rifle. It was one of his most prized weapons, even
“Gabriel” Luke continued once she looked him in the eye “I promise that I
Luke then pulled out his computer and powered it up. During the last few
“Now this devise is called a computer. This one in particular probably holds
“How can all that be stored in that little thing?” asked Marion.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain but let me see if I can massively
“Somewhat” the women responded.
“Okay. Now it’s time I tell you all my biggest secret. Now before I tell the
When the ladies heard this: Alice passed out, Stella and Pollyanna gasped,
“So that’s why you have been so quiet about yourself!” exclaimed Gabriel
Luke just nodded at her; he was thankful that Gabriel understood. When Luke
“Now gather round ladies” Luke said after everyone recovered “I want to show
Over the next two hours, Luke showed everyone pictures of his pervious life.
“Okay ladies, time for a brief history lesson, well my history. There is a
During the 1200’s, England would control almost all of France but would be
The second civil war would be in the mid to late 1600’s and this one would
Now by my time the idea of the divine rights of Kings would be dead and the
Also it was what is known as a federal type government, meaning that the
When Luke was done, he was exhausted and all the women sat stunned. They
“Wow, no wonder why you are so afraid to tell people what you know.” Luke
“So, with all those advances were there still diseases and famines?” asked
“Yes, although most diseases would be curable in my time and smallpox would
“Oh” Alice looked very sad and she even shed a tear hearing Luke. Eventually
“Well now, I do believe that it is time for us all to lay down and try to
“Marion, I’m scared” confessed Gabriel “your sister will never stop hunting
“You all have skills” responded Marion “You Gabriel are an amazing fighter
“Still, I’m not only scared for next year but also tomorrow and next week.”
“I know the feeling and I get over it by curling up in Luke’s arms” They all
“But...” Marion cut her off with a finger over Gabriel’s lips.
“Come with me.”
Marion and Gabriel went over to where Luke was laying down. Marion then
What followed was a whirlwind for Gabriel. She had never been naked with any
She was amazed when she first felt it. It felt like the size of a horse and
Gabriel had never given a thought as to what it might be like, being with
At first, she had some problems getting lined up, but a little help from Marion
Marion was busy kissing Gabriel’s nipples and rubbing her clit. Gabriel had
Gently Marion helped Gabriel lay down between Luke and herself. Gabriel
Lucy and Cecilia had just set off after it was decided that Luke and Marion
Cecilia’s biggest secret was that she was actually extremely intelligent.
Once Lucy had gone to sleep, which didn’t take long for Lucy was exhausted,
“That other woman in my room, get her. Just make sure that you idiots don’t
“Yes ma’am” they barked and were off. Cecilia sat, by herself in a corner,
The next morning, after breakfast, she sent a message to Richard telling him
When she got there, she got a surprise for there was a large black man that
He was bigger than anyone she had ever had inside her and she was thoroughly
After eight days, she got a response from Richard. In it he thanked her for
Richard kept his end of the bargain so Cecilia kept hers. She privately
“Go and seal Luke’s chambers. Kill anyone that tries to get in or out and
“Yes ma’am.” And off he went.
When Cecilia examined the armor on the one dead intruder, she was completely
Publicly Cecilia spoke about taking strong action against her rebellious
She had made her decision with the rising sun on the morning after the
The next morning, Gabriel woke up more rested than she had felt in years,
“Well look at what the cat drug in.” chirped Alice and to Gabriel’s
“So, Marion, what’s our game plan now?” Gabriel asked.
“Well, you are restricted to camp until your leg heals and don’t even think
“So, what happens if we are discovered before I heal?”
“Well then we fight. There are booby traps hidden all around camp that enemy
Gabriel looked like she had turned into a ghost she was so pale. Marion had
Gabriel then limped over and picked up her sword. She took it out and
The next month was busy for the team. An infection had set into Gabriel’s
Traffic coming from York was very light to say the least and mostly
“So, what is your name, lad?”
“Robin.”
“Where are you from and where are you going?”
“Where I was from was burnt to the ground a week ago and no longer exist. As
“Now there is no need to think like that. This woman here is an amazing
“She is pure evil and I bet that the devil himself would be kinder. At first
Marion stood up and went over to Luke, who was out of the visitor’s line of
“You heard?”
“Yep. What do you want to do?” Marion looked at Robin for a second.
“We will keep him with us as long as Alice can heal him. We will also start
“I agree. When are you planning on telling Robin who you are?”
“Soon honey. Soon.” Marion said patting Luke’s cheek.
Marion returned to Robin and helped Alice by putting cool, damp rags on Robin’s
The next week was an extremely busy one for Marion’s crew. It had been touch
While Pollyanna stayed hidden in the brush, Stella worked her way around the
The women were so scared that a couple of them peed themselves. First, they
Then two very strangely dressed men came out of the woods and checked on the
“Do any of you know who we are?” Asked the younger woman warmly. All five
“Well then introductions are in order then. My name is Pollyanna and I am an
All five of the women’s reactions were about the same. They were shocked
“Thank you for rescuing us” one of the younger women said quietly. The woman
“No thanks are necessary. We do have a couple of small favors to ask before
“What are they?” sharply asked the same woman that had spoken up before.
“Hey calm yourself if you please. We ask that once all of you have gotten
Again, the women nodded their heads only this time there was no hesitation.
After making sure that everything was ready, they set off. Stella made the
As the group was coming up to a bend in the road, Pollyanna suddenly stopped
“What’s up?”
“I heard horses.”
“Well, we know what to do with them. Ladies listen to me and listen well.
To be continued in part 5, Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Based on a post by somethin fishy,
The next morning the three of them all woke at about the same time. Luke was
In the dining area Luke was greeted like a mighty warrior; while Marion was
Cecilia had also noticed that she had been getting some jealous looks; but
While traveling, Luke had noticed the change in Cecilia’s behavior. At first,
The rest of their trip back to Cecilia and Marion’s land was uneventful.
Cecilia and Marion were pale as ghost as they threw up everything in their
“Lucy what happened?”
“It was Richard. As soon as the three of you left for London, he moved in
“Father was killed in an ambush. John, Cecilia’s fiancé was killed too. The
“I am so sorry, Marion. Now the big question, who is the giant behind you?”
“Oh sorry. Lucy this is Luke. Luke this is Lucy. She took care of me when I
“Oh really.”
“What, I am not allowed to fall in love?” Lucy smiled at this. Marion had
“Back to serious issues Marion, you three need to get out of here before you
“Not to fear Lucy, the only head that is going to be collected will be
Lucy now felt a spike of fear go through her. She had never heard a human
“Lucy, I need all the information and rumors that you have on this Richard
Over the next hour the woman told Luke everything that she knew about
If a peasant couldn’t pay the tax then one of several things might happen to
Luke listened carefully to everything that the women told him and asked
“Where can I find Richard?”
“Why he now lives in the castle” said Lucy while she pointed at the castle
Luke now had to face the problem that he didn’t know what Richard looked
“How are you going to do that?” asked Marion “You’re not Scottish.”
“Something I haven’t mentioned to you, my family name is MacDougall, and
“Damn it Luke, how many more secrets do you have?”
“If you’re afraid of the answer then you probably shouldn’t ask the question
Marion just gave him the stink eye.
“I should only be gone for a couple of days. If I’m not back by sunset four
Marion was starting to argue, but Luke wasn’t having any of it.
“Damn it Marion, think with your head and not your pussy. We can’t launch an
Again, Marion was gearing up for a fight, when she suddenly drew in her
“I love you too, Marion. Remember if I’m no back by sunset four days from
Getting inside the castle was a pain for Luke, for he was searched multiple
This actually proved to be very easy. Luke just walked right up to the main
“So, I hear that you want a job as one of my soldiers?”
“Yes sir, that is correct.” Stated Luke with his slight Scottish accent. He
“Why?”
“Why not. I need a job and I heard that you sir are hiring.”
“Well, let us see what you can do.”
“David, Matt, John. Test this man’s metal.” Richard set back to enjoy the
Finally, Matt managed to get past Luke’s swords and deliver a blow to Luke.
As John delivered what he hoped would be at least a debilitating blow on
As Luke got back to where he had started, he heard the unmistakable sound of
Upon returning Luke asked:
“Well, happy now?”
“Yes, you are a remarkable soldier, how did you survive Matt’s strike;
Luke snorted at this. “Sorcery please? Do not insult me in such a way ever
“So, they do, friend. So, they do. Now to business, what would you be
“Eighty pounds sterling a year.” He had talked with Marion and she had told
“Sixty pounds a year plus I will provide you with girls to use whenever you
“Seventy, plus some girls of my choosing.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Hildyard. I accept and my I say that name suits
“Thank you my lord.” Luke had picked this alias for that very reason. It
“Take my new knight to pick his girls.” Richard said to a servant. The
“Thank you, my good man. What is your name?” asked Luke looking at the
“Michael, sir”
Kneeling down in front of the servant Luke said quietly to him:
“Never call me sir again, you hear me. My name is Hildyard. Got it?”
“Yes sir, Hildyard” said Michael with a slight grin.
“Good.” Luke had a warm smile on his face “When you tell your friends about
“Yes Hildyard.”
With that, the servant scampered away almost causing Luke to laugh. Turning
“This is going to be a hard choice for me to make. Can you show me to my
“Yes sir. This way sir.” the servant snapped. Luke sighed to himself, this
Once Luke had been shown his chamber, the women were sent in one at a time
Luke finally picked some young ladies who were all a bit younger than Marion
Finally, it was time for bed. Luke had managed to procure a separate room
“So, Stella what can you tell me about yourself. I find sex to be more
“Well, I am twenty-nine years old, I think. Married once but he died from an
“What can you tell me about the previous owners? I have heard whispers about
“Why do you want to know about the previous owners?”
“Because I am curious, so humor me please.”
“The owner was named Charles. He was a good man who lost his wife so after
“You mentioned a daughter?”
“He actually had two, Cecilia and Marion. Cecilia was a two-faced wild
“Was?”
“Yes, word has it that they were killed on their way back from London which
“I see. I can see where death would be preferable. Come here Stella.”
Stella came up to Luke, expecting to be ravaged, but to her surprise Luke
“Master what is wrong? Do I not please your eyes?”
“Never call me master. My name is Hildyard and that is what I expected to be
“Yes” squeaked Stella.
“Good. Now for tonight I just want a beautiful, caring woman to curl up
With that Stella curled up in Luke’s arms and quickly found herself feeling
When she woke up the next morning, Luke was gone. His spot was still warm
“I want you to care for my ladies. Get them cleaned up. A couple of them
“Yes, Hildyard”
“Good. Now I have to get going for I have a lot of things to get done
Luke wasn’t actually worried that anyone would mess with his ladies, he had
After a few hours of training, Luke had a little bit of free time, so he
To Luke’s surprise, the contract was in order and ready for signature. After
The escort part bothered Luke a bit but they were easy to get rid of. On the
Upon returning to his chamber for the evening, he was surprised that all his
“Hildyard, rumor has it that you are leaving in the morning?”
“That is correct. Are you speaking for the group, Stella?”
“Yes I am.”
“Well then get on with it or let them speak for themselves.”
“We thank you kindly for the extra food. That was the best that we have ate
“Well, no thanks are necessary.” Luke said to the group with a warm smile
Tonight, Luke took the youngest of the ladies to bed with him. Her name was
“Hildyard, I have no idea how to please...” That was as far as she got
“Do not worry about that for now. Just come sleep next to me for we have to
“But” Luke just gave her his special shut the fuck up look. It worked every
As promised, Luke was up very early the next morning. He figured that it was
“Get up you miscible excuses for soldiers! Get up now! When I tell you to be
Luke had to wait almost an hour for the men to get squared away and ready to
“When that bastard is busy with his women, it will be the prefect chance to
The trip out of the town gates went quickly for the sun was just starting to
“Get out of our way!” one of the escorts, Michael yelled. He was agitated
“I have just as much right to be on this road as you do.” Answered the man
“Why are you not drawing your weapon?” asked Stella
“Why bother? The odds are already two-to-one, plus I know who that is and I
“Wait. Her?!?!” exclaimed Stella.
“Just watch.”
Marion waited until both men committed to their attack before making her
She used a leg sweep to take Tom out and she side-stepped Michael. Before
“Well big guy, how about you? Are you going to join the party?”
“I think not. I’ve done some dumb things in my time, but I’m not stupid.”
The ladies in his group looked at him, confused. Luke didn’t strike them as
“No, you’re not, Luke. You’re a lot of things but you’re not dumb.” Giggled
Now everyone in the group was confused. Who was this man? Why was Hildyard
“Now that I have everyone’s attention...” said Marion. She then dramatically
“What are you doing here? Marion, get out of here. Now! Hildyard has orders
“Stella, why would I want to escape?” Stella was alarmed for she cared
Marion turned to Luke
“Seriously Luke, Hildyard”
Luke dropped his Scottish accent “What? I thought it was a nice touch.” With
“Everyone, I want to introduce to you Luke MacDougall, and yes he is my man.
Luke turned to the women that he had brought with him
“All of you are now safe. If you want you can return home.”
One of the ladies started crying:
“I cannot return home. Richard’s men destroyed it.”
Marion ran to comfort her while the others gave a similar story. While
“Neither of you have anything to fear. I taught her” Luke pointed at Marion
The relief on the men’s faces was as obvious as it was instant. Michael also
“No need to worry Michael. I figured that you and Tom were planning on
“That bastard killed my wife in front of me after he and his men raped her.
“What is your story, Michael?” asked Luke.
“My family was killed several years ago. I had to come to town for a few
“Well men, will we help me and hopefully afterwards stay soldiers but this
Neither man looked at the other one. They went up to Marion, drew their
“Stand up, both of you. Luke did you tell them to do this?” Marion asked
Luke and Marion then spent the next hour learning everyone’s stories and
“But, we’re women...”
“And I’m not a woman?” asked Marion cutting them off.
“That’s…that’s not what we meant Lady Marion.” Said the women all at once.
Marion looked crossly at them and they all shrunk in fear. They were really
Over the next month, Luke and Marion trained everyone in the group basic
When they would look at Marion, they would always take heart. In battle,
The better the women became the more disgruntled Michael became. He didn’t
In this group he thought that he had found the pinnacle of virgins, Gabriel.
Finally, it was the evening before the group was planning on returning to
The more she thought about this, the more she liked it. If the enemy could
Just as she had got her clothes off, Michael stuck. He came up to her
He loved seeing the fear on his victim’s faces when they realized what was
“Hey Luke, before we go to sleep, I have something to tell you.” Luke looked
“Oh ya what’s that.” Said Luke half asleep.
“I’m pretty sure that I’m pregnant. Won’t know for sure for a little while
“Don’t worry honey, it was bound to happen eventually and I’m so happy to be
Luke took a deep breath. He was going to have to finally tell Marion all of
When Luke caught up, he found Gabriel on the ground still stunned. Her
Marion forced Michael back to camp and made him get on his knees.
“You think making me get on my knees will change anything bitch then you are
Marion leaned in and whispered in his ear “It’s not just me that you have to
By this time, Luke had returned with Gabriel and she was starting to
“I want to see what happens to him.” Her voice was one of iron and Luke knew
“Well come on then” was all he said.
Luke was actually impressed when he realized what Marion was doing. She was
While Michael had been growing disgruntled, Tom had been changing as well.
With the guilty verdict, Marion passed sentence on Michael. He would be castrated,
Michael was crying. Luke and Tom cringed but didn’t look away; after all
It was early the next morning when Luke and Marion woke the group up. The
Every one of them also wore a leather overcoat that they could wrap around
Luke was extremely proud of the ladies and of Tom. Tom had helped train
It was a warm morning when they set out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
It took the group almost half a day to reach York. During their trip they
All the ladies were well aware that every soldier had their eyes on them.
First thing that Luke had to do was to make his report. Richard wasn’t happy
“I am sorry Milord, but we traveled all the way to London and did not find a
“Well, you may go now, but I shall want to talk to you more later about this
“Yes Milord.” Luke turned around and got the hell out of there and made his
Once there, he found Tom puking his guts out, Stella was trying to comfort
Within an hour Luke got a message that Richard wanted to see him immediately
“Ah Hildyard, Good to see you.”
“It is good to be seen, sir.”
“So, you found no sign of my son or his men?”
“No Milord and we traveled all the way to London. If they had been there, we
“Now tell me about the whores that came in with you.”
“Well, traveling fast does tend to make any fat disappear and they travel
“By my count, you left with four, but I could have sworn that I see you come
“The fifth one is my intended, sir. I also must report the loss of one of my
“So you couldn’t find my son and you lost one of my men in the process;
“Yes, Milord.”
“Good, now get the fuck out of my sight.”
To be continued in part 4, Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Luke had been off gathering food and firewood while waiting on Cecilia to
Looking up while he was working on breaking up a branch, he saw a young man
The stranger instantly began to fight back hard. It was all Luke could do to
The stranger, Luke realized was none other than Marion and he let go. She
Marion felt like her heart was about to burst, she had her lips on her man’s
Normally Luke would have been able to stop her, but between her delicious
The heat she felt increased drastically when Luke started moving his hands
Marion now felt hotter than she had ever been before and started to rip her
Marion was now entering a state of ecstasy that she didn’t know existed.
Luke had found that being well endowed was as much curse as blessing. Other
As Marion started to work her pants off, cursing them the whole time because
“Damn her anyway” scowled Marion “I swear every time things get interesting;
Luke was quietly laughing to himself, “So I’m guessing that I’ve been
“How can a man from the future still be so dense, of course I’ve forgiven
“Nice contraction use, by the way.”
“What can I say? Any time I get around you, your way of speaking speaks to
“What can I say? There’s something about having a goddess grinding her body
Marion lightly swatted him and giggled quietly. She had to be quiet because
“Don’t you worry, friend; I’ll make sure to take very good care of you
When Luke finally returned to camp, Cecilia gave him an earful about being
“What the hell are you bitching about this time, Cecilia. I am not the one
Cecilia was taken back. This was the first time that Luke had forcefully
“Don’t you ever talk back to me; peasant!” she snapped. She then moved to
“Lay another hand on my man again and I will kill you” Marion stated calmly.
“Your man? Ha. You must be joking?” However, looking into Marion’s face told
“Oh, just enjoying the sight of my girlfriend ripping you a new one.”
“What!” Cecilia shrieked “How could you? Why would you? I am the one who you
“I will make this easy for you to understand, Cecilia. Marion is a delight
Cecilia just stood there stunned. Nobody had ever talked back to her before
Furthermore, Marion had managed to gain the favor of the man that had
After Marion got done making out with Luke, she whispered to him “We need to
Luke had also put all his gear on one of the spare horses. He covered it
Luke insisted that before they sell anything that the three of them explore
Luke took all his gear up into his room after all this stuff was
Before he laid down, he stripped. This was the first time that he had been
Cecilia and Marion had taken the larger of the two rooms since there were
Luke hurried up and threw his pants back on to get the door. Quietly opening
“What’s the matter sweetheart, can’t you sleep?”
“Not in the same room as my sister. She is really starting to make me
Luke just smiled and put his arms around her. He gently led her to where he
“Why are you sleeping on the floor, Luke?”
“An old injury that I got years ago makes it hard for me to sleep on soft
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. After all you didn’t know.”
“Wow, contractions really do make speaking faster and easier.”
“Yep” With that, Luke dropped his pants again. There was just enough light
“Sweetheart, is this your first time?”
“Yes” Marion squeaked fearfully.
“Then why are you rushing. Let’s slow down a bit so you can savor your first
Marion shed a tear and Luke kissed it off her face. At that point she knew
Luke then spread her legs. ‘Oh god, I’m finally going to become a woman and
Luke gently held her down and this really drove Marion wild. “you might want
“What did you do to me? I’ve never felt anything that good in my life.”
“And just think, that wasn’t even the main course.”
Marion’s eyes now shot open as she felt the tip of Luke’s cock on her slit
Marion looked up at him, nodded and smiled. Luke began to gently push into
Luke thrust all the rest of the way into her in one stroke and stopped when
“Now, you listen Marion and you listen to me good” started Luke in a deep
“But why?” Marion was now more confused than she ever had been before. “Why
She saw Luke close his eyes, take a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes
“I love you too, Luke!”
With this Marion’s pussy took back over, after all Luke’s cock was still
Marion’s body quickly figured out what it liked. It not only went up and
Luke woke up the next morning to someone knocking on the door.
“Yes, what is it?” he managed to get out.
“The cook would like to know what you want for breakfast?” said one of the
“Umm, can you give me a little bit so I can finish waking up, then I can
“Yes sir.”
“Okay then. I will be down in a bit.” Luke gently shook Marion awake. The
“Good morning, sweetheart” he said cheerfully.
“What a rotten thing to say to someone who doesn’t know where they are at.”
Now Luke couldn’t resist “Well last time I checked you were, in a room, at
This time Marion gave him the stink eye “Gee thanks for that
“Hey it’s far better to be a smartass then a dumbass.” Said Luke with a shit
Now it was Marion’s turn to smile.
“Come on Marion. It’s time for breakfast and I’m starving. Plus, we have a
“Fine” said Marion trying her best to sound cross but she couldn’t keep the
Breakfast was simple, consisting of some bread and veggies. Luke then asked
Marion and Luke went back upstairs and collected their gear. They both
“Whenever you finish, Luke and I will be selling the extra stuff. You can
“What made you think of that Luke?” Marion asked him after they had
“Back in my time, a lot of vehicles were sold that way. You would sell all
The last stop was to sell the extra horses. They only really needed three,
As Cecilia came up to them, Marion told her that they would be leaving
“Are you sure, I mean there are reports of bandits out there?”
“What, you scared sis?” teased Marion. Cecilia noticed that Marion was now
“Where did you get those?” asked Cecilia pointing at Marion’s sword and
“Luke got them for me, from the armorer. He actually knows a lot about
“Yep, guilty as charged. I use to make swords and knives when I was younger
From the looks that Marion was giving Luke, Cecilia was sure that they had
“You call Marion a whore again and you will be eating all your teeth”
“Come on Luke, we need to get going.”
The three of them left town that afternoon. Marion was no longer afraid of
After almost five miles, the trio came across a stream with a meadow next to
After dinner, which was actually really good Cecilia had to admit to
Cecilia watched for a chance to kill Marion, but Luke stayed alert all
The next morning, Luke was up with the sunrise as usual and Marion got up
“Damn it, you bastard! It’s fucking cold in here” Marion cried out standing
There Cecilia was still sleeping so Marion walked over to her and woke her
“Hey time to get up!” barked Marion. Luke just stood back and laughed.
“Hey Marion, I got a question for you. When you woke me up, why were all
“Oh, Luke and I took a bath in the stream.”
“Why people will think that you’re a Jew or something?”
“Luke said that he felt really grimy and that he couldn’t stand his smell
“If Luke said that he needed a bath then why were you surprised to be thrown
“Because he didn’t tell me that until after he had thrown me in.”
Cecilia actually had to laugh. She couldn’t help it for it was too damn
As they went along, Cecilia kept her eyes peeled. She was looking for the
“There’s an ambush about fifty paces ahead.”
“How could you possibly know that?” asked Cecilia. This probably wasn’t her
“Because I saw a glint in the brush near the road. The same place that I
“You sound like you have experience with ambushes” Marion said.
“I do” stated Luke in a hard flat tone that said the discussion was over.
“So, what are we going to do?” asked Marion.
“Simple, I’m going to ambush the ambushers.”
“How?” Marion was almost crying now.
“Just stay here and watch.” And with that, Luke pulled his handgun and knife
“Miss me?” Luke said causing both ladies to almost jump out of their
“Damn it Luke” screamed Marion “Don’t do that to me ever again!”
“What’s that?” now Luke was feeling mischievous.
“I was so scared that you would be killed.” Said Marion so quietly that
“Me killed by those idiots.” Snorted Luke “Not likely. Come on ladies, we
Luke and Marion grabbed the horses and lead them to where the ambush had
“We’re not going to worry about burying them. There’s a nice dip in the
It was only the work of an hour or so to get all the new loot and get it
“Come on ladies, let’s get the fuck out of here.” The three of them mounted
“Hey Marion, how close are we, do you figure?”
Marion purged her lips as she figured, “probably four or five days. Why?”
“Okay, here is what we are going to do. I didn’t like the look of those guys
“But how about our sleep?” whined Cecilia
“Tired is just temporary, dead is permanent. We push on through the night,
“Marion are you going to stop?” asked Cecilia
“Nope. I’m staying with Luke. I almost lost him once and I’m not going to
Now Cecilia was worried. They would probably go right past her ambush during
The three of them pushed on through the night, just as Luke had said. By the
“Of course, not” replied Luke “We’re on the road to Lincoln. I want to sell
Both ladies agreed if only so that they could get some good sleep. Luke was
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for hidden rooms or listening holes. I had a bad experience one
“Oh”
“It’s far better to be safe than sorry.”
Finding none, Luke started to settle down. Marion had already gotten their
Marion had just laid down and curled up under the covers. She so enjoyed the
Marion pushed on Luke’s shoulders, signaling that she wanted to start out on
Meanwhile Luke hadn’t been quiet either and with Marion’s juices coating his
While Luke and Marion were fucking, Cecilia at first was disgusted with her
Cecilia saw Marion look at her and she was wasn’t surprised to see Marion’s
Finally, Luke rolled Marion back on her back, this time in the traditional
Then it happened, Luke exploded. Eight giant shots of hot cum were unloaded
To be continued in part 3, Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Based on a post by somethin fishy,
Luke MacDougall was stretching out in his tent after his hunting the Brooks
This was too easy. His neighbor’s butcher shop was impressed when he drove
“1022 pounds!” Mike told him when the winch scale steadied. “I didn’t expect
“I think I’ll take my Polaris up the river to the east and see what’s out
Luke owned his own engineering firm that worked all over the world, mainly
He had been in the Marine corps, but a combat injury had forced him out.
He had light brown hair that was kept in a crew cut and piercing blue eyes.
While he didn’t have a family, his older sister Mackenzie, did. Her husband,
Tonight, Luke had another reason to be happy. He had gotten the jewelry done
Luke’s Spring trip up the Matanuska River to the glacial basin, before the
Having made great time getting to the headwaters, he continued east toward
His chart showed he was near the research facility known as the
Luke had heard that tonight might be an amazing display of the Aurora
During the night, while Luke slept in blissful ignorance, a cosmic disaster
The sound and lights were clearly synchronized and getting brighter. But
This unexplained phenomena transported Luke across space and time. When Luke
“Well, I guess I better have a look around” he said to himself. He spent the
He noticed that the sun was almost straight overhead and he had an idea. He
“Well fuck me!” exclaimed Luke.
For the rest of the day, he stayed near his 2-man tent. He found a stream
All in all, he was in good shape. What really bothered him was that he
The way he figured it, one of three things could be going on:
one this was all some weird dream;
two somehow, he had traveled through space and time;
or three he was in an alternate universe.
He was hoping that this was a dream.
About midday he paused and rested for a bit for it was a warm, humid day. As
Not one but two. Two young women were yanked from the carriage. One had
“Halt, Drop Your Weapons!”
Marion of York was pissed to put it mildly. She hadn’t wanted to come along,
They had been traveling for three days when they were ambushed. Their guards
“Well bitches, we’re going to have some serious fun then you’ll both have to
Both ladies started turning white for this was their worst nightmare come
“Halt, Drop Your Weapons!”
The voice echoed through the forest and the trees even seemed to move at the
“Says who? A stupid, unarmed swamp thing?” His men snickered. Apparently,
“’Says who? I’ll tell you; I am your worst nightmare come to life. A man
William snorted; this was going to be too easy. Looking at his men:
“Lads, time for some more entertainment. Kill that thing.” The ladies knew
“So, I see mister tough guy in armor is actually just another coward that
“Get out of here, beast. Nothing here concerns you” commanded William.
“Beast is it now? Well tell you what is going to happen. You let that lady
“Deal” said William and he released Cecilia and Luke put away his gun. As he
“Where is your sword, kind stranger?”
“Sword?” snorted the stranger “Never used one and won’t be needing one.”
‘This man was more arrogant than most nobles. What kind of word is “won’t”?
William made the first move toward the stranger. The stranger didn’t move
The stranger then moved quickly to check on the other men. For those
Luke was now dressing in a t-shirt and camo jeans. Finally arriving in front
Walking up to the ladies, Luke was having a hard time deciding on which one
“Good afternoon, ladies.” Seeing the fearful look on their faces, Luke
“We thank you kind sir. I do not want to think what would have happened to
“Luke. What be your name and the name of your companion here?”
“I am Marion of York and this is my older sister Cecilia.” Marion was
“So, tell me, Marion, what happened here? Why were you attacked?”
“The men that attacked us belonged to a neighboring earl, Richard. He was
William was Richard’s son and the man you killed with your bare hands. He
Luke kneeled in front of her and put one his large hands on her cheek. He
“You have no need to worry further for I will now be protecting you, that is
“Thank you, Luke. But are you sure, we have nothing of value for I am sure
“If I was not sure of it, Marion, I would not have made the offer. You two
Both ladies relaxed a bit, but were a bit confused for this was the last
“Let Me Get Something Straight With You Two, Right Now!” growled Luke as the
At this Luke spun around on his heel and started walking away. He was a firm
“Wait! God, please wait?” Luke stopped but didn’t turn around. “If you are
“Never call me sir again, and you will not be in my debt. You’re learning
The ladies looked at each other and then back to Luke, “We have a deal,
Luke turned back around, wearing a soft, warm smile. “First thing we need to
This got the ladies moving. Over the next few hours, they worked harder than
As he began to set up, Cecilia and especially Marion were immensely curious.
“Why are you boiling the water, Luke?” asked Marion.
“Just making it safe to drink. By boiling the water you kill off the
“Microorganisms?” asked Cecilia
“Yep, microorganisms are organisms that are too small to be seen by the
“Sounds like you speak witchcraft or heresy” stated Cecilia. She was
“Well, Cecilia go ahead and drink the water straight from that stream then,
“You’re that confident that we would get sick from that water?”
“Maybe not the water from that stream but why take the risk.”
“I have a couple of questions for you Luke.” Marion continued when Luke
“Oh, sorry about that. It is a speech difference from my homeland. Sometimes
“Wow that is more efficient.”
“And an engineer is someone who designs things to be made, or figures out
“Interesting, I have never heard of an engineer. So, another question for
“Well, originally I came from an area called Wyoming, but now I live, well
“I have never heard of either of those places.”
“That doesn’t surprise me for they are very far away. Across the western
“Father may have known about those lands, but it’s not something he felt
“Are you going to say your evening prayers, Luke?” asked Marion.
Luke gave her a weak smile. “Sorry, I don’t pray.”
“You don’t believe in God?”
“Nice use of a contraction, Marion, and to tell you the truth, no I don’t. I
But I could never take moral guidance from folks that allow innocent
“Maybe their torture was all God’s plan for them; and woman are inferior to
“Ya sure, “God’s plan”. I’ve been hearing that all my life and every time
By now Luke had a faraway look in his eye. Marion realized that is his mind,
“Something bothering you?” asked Cecilia “You barely ate anything.”
“It’s Just some very bad memories of a place that I was in for a time;
Eventually Luke stood up and stretched, Marion and Cecilia were almost
“But we cannot sleep were you sleep. You need the sleep as well” protested
Luke just gave a look and told her “Shut up and get in the tent, both of
Marion was the first of the ladies to wake up the next morning, Cecilia was
“Good morning, Luke. I trust that you slept well last night.”
“Good morning, Marion. I slept decent actually. How about you?”
“That was the best that I have ever slept. Your bedding is by far the best I
“Thank you, Marion. Breakfast will be ready in a bit. Can you wake Cecilia
“Can we talk for a bit first, please. Cecilia actually hates mornings.”
“Very well then.” Luke turned around and his jaw almost fell off. Marion was
“Well how do I look?”
“Are you sure your name isn’t Aphrodite? You are by far the most beautiful
Marion smiled. From the sudden heat in her cheeks, she was sure that she was
Marion then wrapped her strong legs around Luke’s body. She could feel his
As the three of them ate their breakfast, Marion asked about the plans for
“Well first we need to check out those clothes we got yesterday to see if
One; having pants on makes it easier to fight,
and two; when we start traveling it will be much easier for you two to hide
Marion immediately could see the wisdom in Luke’s thinking; by hiding the
Plus, by not wearing his modern clothes, he could save them for special
“Marion, I have a question for you. Now before I ask, know this; know that
“Why this is the year of our lord 1065. Why, and why must it remain a
Luke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, held it for a second and slowly
“Where I came from it was the year 2021 A D.”
“What?”
“That’s right, Marion. I not only come from a different place but also from
Marion was speechless and absolutely stunned after all she had been falling
“Marion!”
“Get Away From Me You Bloody Devil! I never want to be near you again!” Luke
“Where’s Marion?” Cecilia asked. Knowing that not telling her would turn out
“I told her something about myself that upset her deeply.”
“What, are you actually married?”
Luke smiled slightly “If it was only that small of a secret, but no, my
“Then why did you tell Marion, but not me?” Now Cecilia was getting pissed
“Why, because I am finding myself falling in love with her and the last
Marion, in the meantime was stomping off. She didn’t even know where she was
Luke had taken her father’s sword and broke it in half. He then carved
“Here lies a proud, brave man that gave his life so that his family might
Marion knew what she had to do and she knew what she had done. She was so
As fast as Marion ran through the woods, her mind was running faster. Would
Finally, she got to the clearing that they had camped in. Luke and Cecilia
Marion,
“I am deeply sorry that I have angered you. I truly wish that the
Goodbye,
Luke
Marion was cursing herself too much to bother crying at the moment. She had
As Marion began to follow the tracks, she heard a familiar sound coming from
Once Luke had explained to Cecilia what had happened, leaving out the part
Still Luke maintained at least some of his wits about him. He wouldn’t show
Cecilia and Luke made pretty good time, after they broke camp, traveling
Seeing Luke coming back with food, Cecilia continued to pour on the charm.
“See unlike my stupid sister, I would never leave you, Luke. She never did
That evening, Luke again set up the tent. This time, Cecilia insisted that
“It was fine before Marion ran off because there was someone there with me.
“Sorry, Cecilia but someone needs to keep watch during the night. If you get
Finally, wondering at how Luke could still have the ability to reject her,
Him losing his parents, getting a medical discharge from the Marines because
Then losing Marion because he had told her the truth, and finally Cecilia’s
He had promised to get her home and he would. As soon as he did, he would
Marion drove her mount as hard as she could to make up some time. As she
This memory made her wet between her legs and it felt like she was on fire
As she recovered, she felt several emotions running through her. One was
The next morning, Marion was up before the sun and felt more rested than she
She had been traveling for a couple of hours when she came upon a campsite
After boiling enough water to refill her canteen and making sure that her
The next morning, Marion got up as the sun was coming up and got underway
She was watching so intensely that she didn’t hear someone come up behind
To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by somethin fishy,
The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 5Some things are not negotiable..
Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
That
I had two choices: dwell on the love I had found and now lost or apply that energy into my studies. I chose the latter.
Mrs.
Busy.
Can't.
No.
I wasn't trying to be rude, but I was still processing this strange brew of deceit and devotion, that had left me so fucked up.
At times, I would masturbate to the memories of our time together, but visions of The Bishop would cloud those thoughts.
I
But
I
It was mid-January when I came out of Langdell Hall on the Harvard campus and saw her standing there. She was all alone.
I
Her face showed a little weight, but in her winter coat, you couldn't tell she was six months pregnant.
I asked her why she was there. Was everything Okay? Was she okay?
Her answer was unexpected. Everything was fine. Perfect. Except she felt lonely.
She
The
I
So here she was, and I; didn't say any of that.
She didn't need my semen, my support, my permission. She was here for me.
"Can we talk?" she asked.
We walked through the campus, coming to a quiet place to sit and talk.
"Does The Bishop know you're here?"
"No, I'm in Boston for a physical at Brigham and Women's. A woman at forty, they treat a pregnancy like it's high risk."
"You came to Boston for a physical?"
"I'm at seven months, so I won't be able to travel soon."
"But there's nothing wrong? Nothing that requires you to be here?"
"Yes, there is. You."
She had a difficult time making eye contact and looked at her lap as she spoke.
"I've
"Yeah, the truth. That was a hell of a lot of truth."
"I know. I didn't see it coming. It was different with your father,"
"See what coming?"
"My feelings for you. I mean, with your dad, it was fun and comforting, and we never let emotions get in the way."
"Well, I'm not my dad, I guess. I've only impregnated you once."
I
"I
We sat there in silence. She had, without stating the words, seemingly proclaimed everlasting love for me.
"So, what happens now?"
I
"So, nothing changes? This charade continues?"
"Everything changes. I think I made it clear how I feel for you. Do you understand how complicated that is for me?"
She was a master of bringing the story back to herself.
Complicated for her? She had created this world, she chose it; I had been conscripted.
Still,
She got up to go.
"I have an appointment. But I'm staying at the Copley Plaza if you want to come by and say goodbye or talk some more."
She
I stood to face here.
"Of course, we don't have to talk," she said, then turned and walked across the quad toward a waiting town car.
It was early evening when I arrived at the Copley Plaza Hotel. I went to the front desk to find her room.
"Can you call Amanda Barton's room for me. Tell her Ethan is here?"
The clerk handed me a room key.
"She said her husband was coming by. Ethan, is it?"
"Yes, Ethan. Her husband," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I'm her husband."
The clerk handed me a room key and gestured to the elevators.
"14 23, and congratulations."
I
I
"Ethan?" she asked from the bathroom.
"Umm, yeah. They gave me a room key, so I let myself in."
I
"I might have gone heavy on the coffee today."
"Should you even be drinking coffee?"
"Decaf. Not as much fun, but it turns out the poop effect is the same."
"And so, the shower."
She smiled.
"You know me. Poop and a shower. Some things don't change even if my body has."
I
Perhaps my gaze betrayed me.
"You're curious, aren't you?" she said with a mischievous smile.
"Very."
I could tell she was anxious, which was a notable shift from her typically confident demeanor.
She
I
I had so many questions about female physiology during pregnancy, but this didn't seem like the right time to ask.
I
She
"You look; incredible," I said, closing the distance between us.
"I've missed you. I wanted to come here so many times to see you and;"
I cut her off.
"I missed you, too."
"With
"But you got what you needed from both of us."
She looked down and rubbed her belly with a smile.
"Not this," she said, referring to our child within her.
"This," she said as she moved in and kissed me passionately.
The
She
My body responded in kind. I wanted to join her, but was unsure how.
"How do we do this?" I asked, genuinely bewildered.
She
She
Having
Perhaps this blowjob is the end game. I'll just let her lead.
After
I
She
"For
But
Her
She
"It's different, right?" she said between gasps.
"It's amazing," I managed to reply.
"My body has selected you. It's rewarding you. Go ahead, you can ride me hard. I want you to feel this."
I increased my thrusts, enjoying each sensation from the exquisite lubrication she was creating within her.
The
Our
Pulse
As
Finally,
She winced. But not in pain, but loss.
"I hate that feeling. When you pull out, I hate it."
She
She
On
I hated that man for possessing two things that were rightfully mine.
Hated him.
Chapter 11: This Is Not A Negotiation.It
You provide, and I'll take it all.
If I told you the name Daniel Plainview, and said you knew who that was, then know this: The Bishop was worse. I hated him.
My
As
My
Who was I kidding? This was all part of a transaction. And that would be fine if I hadn't fallen in love with Mandy.
Who wouldn't want a no-strings relationship with an attractive woman in exchange for success? Everyone benefits.
So why did I feel like I made a deal with the Devil?
Speaking
It
Throughout
He
"You can say, thank you," he began.
"Excuse me?" I replied, already lost.
"That view, this office, that degree, and my wife. You can say thank you."
You son of a bitch.
"Thank you. I'm pretty sure I've said it before."
"I like to hear it from time to time."
"How is Amanda?" I asked. She was my only concern.
Mrs.
"I'm happy for you."
"I don't have a lot of time, Ethan. I've come here to discuss the final chapter of this story."
And here it was, another transaction.
"Mrs. Barton is ovulating again. She's cut short her breastfeeding for Nelly and is ready to conceive our 7th child."
"How does she feel about this?" I asked.
"She's a dedicated wife of a bastion of the church. That woman understands her traditional role in growing our family.
"Traditional?"
"Yes, Ethan, traditional."
His face was serious and almost deadly. He was threatening me without words. The man was worse than a mob boss.
I held up my hands in mock surrender; I'd not push the issue further.
"You
"And then?"
"And
"It's my home and I don't want to sell it."
"But you will. The paperwork is on your desk. You'll get far beyond market price. I'll make sure of it."
"Mandy likes to use the house, and I have no problem with that."
"She'll have no use for that house with seven children. And, as I said, your privileges in Provo, in all of Utah, are revoked."
The nerve of this guy, telling me I could never go home again. He was exiling me. Of course, I knew why.
"If
He turned to leave.
"I don't think we have closed the negotiations yet."
The Bishop turned to look at me, sizing me up.
"Negotiations? This is not a negotiation."
"Well, if I have something you need. This continues to be a negotiation."
"So, what is it, money? I know what they're paying you here. I don't think you need to put the bite on me."
"No money."
"Then, we're done."
"I want you to watch."
He looked at me coldly and hard.
"I
"You think that will bother me?"
"No,
He smiled and turned to leave.
"Quid pro quo. If I have to watch, so do you."
"Watch what?"
"Did
He held up his phone.
"Do you want to see the videos?
The thought of him doing this was obscene. "Why?" I didn't have to ask, I understood the reason.
I
My
Even
In shorthand, he was a wolf who routinely marked his territory to keep other Alphas at bay. And he was good at it.
"I'll watch, then you watch and I hope you enjoy the show."
He got up and looked at me with a condescending sneer.
"For a Harvard man, I expected a much more rigorous negotiation."
He left.
That motherfucker!
I'd have gladly paid him for being with Mandy again. But somehow I just turned this into a tag team cuck show.
I only hoped she would be okay with the strange arrangement.
He's Out There.The
I drove along the twisting, turning road up the mountain, glad to have four-wheel drive because these roads were treacherous.
The
Inside
The
I
The door opened, and Mandy walked in alone.
I was relieved.
"So, he didn't come," I said as we met in a tight embrace.
"He did. He's out there. I asked him to wait."
"I'm sorry about this," I blurted out, "I was only thinking of myself. I wanted to get back at him."
She held my face and gently kissed me, stopping me from continuing.
"No, it's all good. I want this too. He needs to see what love is. Something he's incapable of providing."
As she kissed me, memories of all our encounters flooded back. I desperately wanted her now.
"We drove here from Provo. We never talked once."
She was dressed warmly, but the fire was making the chalet toasty. She took off her coat to reveal a modest outfit.
"I wanted to wear something a little sexier, but The Bishop chose my clothes."
She then bit her lip in that sexy way that drove me nuts.
"He
My
"Does he know?" I asked.
"He has no idea," she said with a giggle.
She
"Put it back on," I whispered.
She smiled and obeyed.
"Lay on the bed, head off the side," she whispered, "I have a treat for you."
I
"Is he coming in?" I asked.
"Don't think about that," she whispered. "Think about this."
With
"The
My
I
I knew vanilla wasn't her favorite flavor. Did he?
As
Her hands slipped across my torso.
"I
She began to massage my cock through my underwear, but could longer bear her undergarments blocking my tongue from her clit.
She
"I let it grow for you," she whispered.
The
Her
Bending
Her
She peeled my underwear back to reveal my cock, and smiled, giving it gentle kisses while she masturbated me.
She
She
I
I
I
Pressing
Her
She was anxious to get to it and spread her legs wide, opening a pink pathway through her dark tangle of pubic hair.
"Please," she whispered in gentle desperation.
This
She gently began to move her hips in a hula fashion causing her cunt to clamp on to my cock and massage it.
Placing
There was no sound other than our heavy breathing and the wet noises my cock was causing her pussy to make.
"I'm close," I whispered.
It was happening faster than I hoped, but it had been too long, and per instructions, I hadn't masturbated in weeks.
"Me too," she whispered.
"Do it from behind," a voice said without emotion.
I
I
"Greater odds of conception," he growled. "Do it from behind."
I
"From behind," he said again in a tone that let us know this wasn't open to negotiation.
She looked at me with eyes that seemed to say we should do as instructed.
Mandy
She kept her knees on the bed and assumed the doggy position with her ass presented toward me. She lowered her torso halfway.
We had done it this way countless times, and I now knew why: to increase the likelihood of conception.
I
Her
I
I
For
My
It
She
I
I
Feeling
Our bodies came to a stop, and I slumped over her back.
Finally, I relaxed and gently pulled out. I could see the familiar wince in her face, not from pain, but from loss.
She rolled over, and I crawled forward. Her pussy, now filled with my seed, made another pist sound. She held me tight.
She
We
The
Mandy
When satisfied, he wiped his fingers on the sheets and headed down the stairs to the big room.
I could hear him rummaging around downstairs as Mandy whispered to me.
"He's going to leave soon, so we'll be alone."
"What about the part where he has sex with you? That paternity nonsense he talked about."
"I'll go downstairs and take care of it. I don't want you to be a part of that."
I
Mandy got up and put on a robe.
"I'll come with you," I replied.
"No, you don't want to do that. I'll be right back."
She
Downstairs I could hear low voices, and I had to resist the urge to go down and intervene. I knew what he was doing to her.
I heard the door to the Chalet close, and then Mandy returned to the room. She was silent and resolved and sat down on the bed.
I moved in next to her and held her tight.
"Did he;"
She shook her head no.
"He tried," she began, "but he couldn't get an erection. Maybe the whisky."
"He's coming back tomorrow to try again."
"Let's get out of here. We can find another place. You can come back to Denver and be with me."
She moved in close to me and held on tight.
"You know how this works, Ethan. I can't just follow my heart."
"So, you admit you want to be with me."
"You know that."
"But I want to hear it from you, now."
She looked at me with sincere eyes that telegraphed her lost situation.
"I want to be with you forever; " she whispered.
Hearing those words filled me with hope. She loved me, just like I loved her. No more playing pretend; this was real.
She
"I
These were my desires too, but in a few days, she would be gone, and it was unlikely I would ever see her again.
She
I was always amazed how quickly I could refract with her.
Chapter 12: It Was Him.The
"I just want him to return and finish this part."
"Look at that snow, he's not going to drive up in this weather. Can you track him? Track his phone, see if he's on the move?"
"No, I'm not allowed to track his phone," she said.
The heavy snow offered us a sense of peace, knowing that he wouldn't drive until the weather improved.
It
I remained in the loft, listening to see if it was The Bishop.
It wasn't.
I looked outside to see two police four-wheel drive vehicles from the Summit County Sheriff’s department.
I snuck to the stairs to listen.
"There's
"My God, The Bishop! Is he okay?"
"The Bishop?"
"Rob Barton. My husband's church title is Bishop. Where is he? I'll get my coat."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I wish I were here with better news, but;"
"Oh, God no. Please no. Don't say that; "
I tensed up listening to the officer breaking horrible news to Mandy.
"Looks
"There must be a mistake. He left here to go back to Denver for meetings."
The officers remained quiet.
"That has to be someone else's car," she continued, begging for it not to be true."
"No,
"Well, he doesn't drink."
"Are you certain of that?"
"Perhaps on occasion."
The Sheriff looked at the bottle of bourbon on the counter.
Was he drinking when he left here?
"I didn't think he was drunk. I wouldn't have let him drive if he were."
"Who does that other car belong to?" the Sheriff asked. "Is it yours?"
"Umm, no. It's our lawyer's car."
I froze. The Bishop was dead. And she had just told the cops who owned the car in the driveway.
"Is he here? Can we speak to him?"
"No, my son's here. He borrowed the car to drive up from Denver to see us."
"Your son?"
"Gideon. He's upstairs. I think he's in the shower."
What the hell?
She had been telling the truth up until now.
Why did she just lie?
Perhaps she didn't want to explain why I was there. Maybe it was a knee-jerk reaction. But now, I was part of this event.
I
A deputy sheriff was leaning against his car.
"What's going on here?" I asked, pretending to be unaware.
"The Sheriff is inside speaking with the homeowner. May I ask who you are?"
I hesitated.
Should I tell the truth? I mean, why not?
"Your name?" he asked again.
"Gideon Barton. This is my parents' place. What's wrong?"
I could see why this guy remained outside. He was uncomfortable delivering bad news.
"Umm, nothing. Why don't you go inside? The Sheriff can explain to you."
I quickly entered to see Mandy sitting at a table, crying. She looked up at me and said;
"Gideon; "
"Mom," I replied. "What's going on?"
The Sheriff turned to me.
"And you are?"
"Gideon Barton. Mom, what's going on?"
The sheriff proceeded to tell me what he had told Mandy. And I pretended to be hearing it for the first time.
This was Academy Award-level acting on my part.
I went to Mandy and held her tight, making sure it was how a son would console his mother, not how a lover would.
I was determined to show heartbreak when, in fact, I was elated. I don't wish death on anyone. Well, almost anyone.
The
When the Sheriff left, Mandy and I stood quietly in the chalet. If ever there was a need for a shot of Whisky, it was now.
I took the bottle and poured a glass. She came over quickly, dumped it down the drain, and poured the bottle out.
"That's expensive stuff," I replied.
"My husband's dead because of this."
I looked at her long and hard.
"Was there something in the bottle, Mandy?"
"Yes,
"I'm not him."
"Promise me."
"Okay, I promise. I don't even like it that much."
She came to me when she felt I was sincere, and I embraced her tightly.
"I'm not sorry about what happened," I whispered.
I know it was too soon, but I needed to see if she felt any feelings for him.
"I
"You said I was Gideon. Why lie to a police officer?"
"Do you think I should have said you were my fuck buddy? You were my inseminator?"
"So, what if you did?"
"I have an image to uphold. I'm a good woman of the church. This thing, you and me, The Bishop and all of it. It can't get out."
"It never will, but remember I'm a lawyer. Talk to me before you talk to anyone."
"Is it bad? What did I do? Is it bad?"
"No, he drank too much and drove off a mountain road. Hell, that hill is scary when sober."
I looked at her with assurance in my eyes.
Go
"What if there is an autopsy?"
"That's good, it'll prove he was drunk."
"I don't want an autopsy."
"Why?"
"I
"Fine, you can refuse an autopsy. But if you do, say it's for religious reasons."
"Well, it is."
"Just say it that way then."
I drove her to town, but did not go into the morgue with her.
She was in and out of the morgue fast. She exited with tears, and I saw her thanking a police officer for his kindness.
I
But as she approached me, I could see a subtle smile. The tears were for show.
She got in the car and took a breath.
"It was him."
I breathed a sigh of relief, aware that The Bishop was out of my life and hers.
She held up his phone and handed it to me.
"Please destroy this."
I
"Please don't watch any of it."
"That's the last thing I would ever want to do."
The
We drove to my apartment in Denver and made plane reservations for the morning.
"I'll accompany you home," I offered.
"No, I'll do this part alone. But you should show up in a few days to console me. Friend of the family and all."
She was building the next stage of her life.
"And after I console you?"
"We build our relationship organically. You're there to help; we find each other in need. And it develops."
"This sounds like an alibi."
"Because
She was cunningly calculating, and I was glad to be on her side of the equation.
I agreed to her terms, just as I had on the first day we had sex.
If a slow roll were needed for us to be a couple, I'd pass the time well, knowing we would be together.
Chapter 13: Is There Something You Want To Tell Me.I sat on the couch, exhausted. Tomorrow, she'd return to Provo, and I'd follow in a week.
I
She was in the other room, talking to family and breaking the news. I couldn't be a part of that.
I
Inside,
I
The
The sheet had three pills missing.
I saw her standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at me.
"You're looking in my purse?"
"What? No. I'm just;”
"It's okay if you do. You and I don't have any secrets."
She walked over to me and took the purse, then pulled out the Xanax.
"I need to throw these out."
"Why? Is there something you want to tell me?"
She held up a pee on the stick pregnancy test with a bright blue plus sign.
"Not good for our baby," she said with a smile.
You're?
She nodded her head yes.
"Is this the right time? I mean with all that's happened and everything ahead; "
"It's the best possible thing. It's what I wanted."
"What we wanted," I added in.
She needed to know I was onboard.
I embraced her tightly. Our last few days had gone from bliss to horror, and this news was a light at the end of a dark tunnel.
She had it all thought out, as if she had planned this for months.
She
I
It's
I
The upcoming weeks would be challenging, but she would need to cope without medication for the sake of the baby.
I called her when she landed in Salt Lake.
"I know about the Xanax," I told her.
"How? What did you;"
"You
There was a long pause as she considered what I said.
"You're
There was quiet on the line.
"You trust me, don't you?" she asked.
"You know I do. I'll be there next week. I'll help you through this."
"I love you," she said.
"You know I do, too. I'll help you through this, I promise."
"You already have," she replied, and we ended the conversation.
When
I
The Bishop was three months buried when she announced her pregnancy.
He was seven months dead when she and I went out together in public.
He
We
As
When I arrived, she had a roaring fire and was setting up for a prospective buyer.
As
The missing sheet of Xanax. The ones Mandy claimed to have taken back home and then thrown away.
There's
I
I
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"Saturday, Caleb has a soccer tournament all afternoon, and Sunday, oh, I know how much you love Sundays."
Yes, I did, and she could see my eyes light up.
"Tell
She was so matter of fact about this.
"So, church?"
I
"Can't I just wait for you until after church?"
"If you're there with us, I know I'll be sweating just a little more than usual."
She knew my kinks far too well. I couldn't resist her Sunday savor and quickly agreed.
This
I
"You're
"Now?"
"If
"You mean; ?"
She bit her lip in a sensuous way and rolled over presenting her ass to me.
I move quickly to the side table, my breath quickening.
"You're sure?"
"I've been waiting for you to knock at my back door for a while. That Gideon thing really put a damper on our progress."
We
I
I found the coconut oil and the large ass plug and returned to her. She met me with a gentle kiss.
"Here's what I want you to do. Put that in me. All the way"
She
I
I took the large plug and pushed it against her ass. I was tentative, not wanting to bring any pain.
"You can go harder."
With
Another
When her anus was opened to its zenith, the plug was half in and half out, a push could reject it. A pull could accept it.
Her
"You've been practicing," I whispered.
"I know you want to cum in my ass," she whispered, "do you have condoms?"
"Really? We need condoms?"
"You can cum in my ass inside a condom. But then you have to put the contents into my cunt."
I didn't have to ask why. She had made it perfectly clear all summer where my sperm had to end.
"No, I don't have any."
"Go to my house. Bedside table, right side, under a booklet of evening prayers. There are some there."
"You want me to go to your house for condoms?"
"No one is home. Go now while I let this toy relax my muscles. Hurry."
I sat up and thought about this.
"This is nuts."
"I want this for you," she whispered. "The backdoor is open."
I
I
Once I arrived, I approached the bed, opened the bedside table, and saw a metal liquor flask.
I
I gazed at the enormous bed and envisioned Mandy in it with The Bishop. That diminished some of the excitement.
But
Stashing
I walked into the bedroom holding the condoms like a trophy.
Mandy
Her hands were on her thighs just below where her ass cheeks met her legs. She was holding her ass cheeks open wide.
The ass plug handle was glaring at me.
I
"Can you push it out, or should I pull it?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Push it out," I said. Goddam I wanted to see this.
She
She
She
Then
She
Strangely,
I
I
She groaned with pleasure as I expanded her slightly upon entry. Putting a hand back to my thigh, she slowed me.
"Give it a second, baby, just a second."
I paused and could feel her tight muscles on my cock tip, slowly that grip faded and pushed forward.
"Easy now,"
"Oh my God, you're big. You're;"
I
She let out a high-pitched howl, three times in a row, something I had never heard before.
I gave a hard push.
"Oh my God, not all the way in yet, please." She begged.
I
Holding
I
Her
I let out a low groan.
"You like that filthy hole, don't you?" she said.
I
"All I could think of in church was that thick cock of yours in my ass," she continued. "I soaked my panties thinking of you."
Wow,
I tried my hand at it.
"All I could think about in that hot church was to bend you over the pew and fuck your ass in front of the entire congregation."
I
"I would make The Bishop watch me defile you."
She liked that and replied.
"He would be so angry, knowing I let you in my ass."
As
I could have finished but the position was causing my legs to cramp.
I
A
But this position wasn't perfect either. I pulled out to another rush of air and noise.
"It feels numb; It's so good. Keep going," she begged.
I
She made that strange sound of pleasure.
"That's it, baby. Deeper. I can take it,"
I
"I'm going to cum," I declared.
"Do it Baby, you can come in my ass," she reminded me.
There
Her
Despite
My
She
I
I pulled back, and she rolled over to ensure I had done as promised.
My cock was semi hard, and I gently slipped the condom off, holding it closed.
She pulled her legs back, grasping each by the thigh,
She
When
I
We
"Don't you get tired?"
"Exhausted. But this is my life, I chose it, I love it. I really do."
"This part too?"
"Oh, I love this part so much. What I get to do over here is my reward for everything else I do the rest of my day.”
She opened the bedside table drawer and took out the smallest ass plug, then threw it to me.
"You might want to start training that gorgeous behind of yours for Monday."
She
I
I
She
As
"Better get two, who knows, I really might like fucking your ass."
I was blushing, but I obeyed and grabbed a second jar of the best lube around.
I
"What's up with the whisky? You trying to take our coffee game up a notch?"
"Is whisky good in coffee?" she asked with genuine curiosity
"The Irish seem to think so."
I'll have to give it a try. This is for The Bishop. We all have our vices; his is a small taste of whiskey once in a while.
I recalled the flask in his bedside table. It was an interesting tidbit of information.
We
We
Actually,
We got to her house, and I helped unload the car and stock the shelves.
"I had a great time," I said.
"Great time, where?" Hannah said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Costco, your mom took me to Costco. I've never been there. I got socks and some other stuff."
Hannah looked at me nonplused.
"Wow, Ethan, Costco. So exciting?"
"Ethan is learning about the simpler things in life. He's coming to church with us on Sunday."
Hannah brightened up.
"Then I guess Costco will be the highlight of your week."
She left.
"Don't listen to her. You'll find church to be very uplifting."
As long as I was there with her, I didn't mind all the fire and brimstone they could throw at me.
I
The Amazon box arrived two days ago, and it had been several days since we were intimate.
I
Amanda
The Bishop wasn't sitting with us, but rather in a pew alongside other Bishops and elders.
The
Mandy leaned over to me. "Is that me? Am I your helper?"
As
She let the side of her pinky finger graze the side of my hand, sending shivers through my body.
The sermon continued.
"That's why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh."
Again, our hands touched briefly. I could feel the heat of her touch on my skin.
"Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame."
That
The
Amanda
That
He could see how rushed I was. The sweat was beading on my brow.
We hit the drive-through at Sonic. As usual, it was a mess with each kid changing their order.
Food in hand, we raced home. I dropped Ethan off at his house, thanked him for attending church, and was off.
At home, I made Hanna organize her brothers and sister. Food on the table, educational TV on the set. And I was off again.
"I'll be with The Bishop for the afternoon meetings," and headed out.
The rush, the heat of the sun, was making me sweat; something I'd normally hate, but not today, not on a Sunday.
I
I
He was waiting there. His jacket was off, but his shirt and tie still on. I looked right at him with an almost animal desire.
It
I approached him with intention.
"On your knees," I said dispassionately.
He obeyed. I pulled up my dress to reveal the LDS undergarments I knew he loved. He could see I soaked right through them.
He
I let go of his head and he brought his hands up to pulled down my LDS panties and reveal my soaked pussy.
As he did he was met with a wet smack as my bright pink seven-inch lady cock flopped out surprising him.
He looked up at me and marveled.
"You wore it to church!"
I bit my lip innocently and nodded.
He
The
If he wants balls after today, I'll get another.
It
It
No one in church knew, not even Ethan, and that alone caused me exhilaration.
Now,
I
I could smell my mating scent and a hint of the silicone from my lady cock as the room filled with the odor of impending sex.
Ethan
He
Oh God, he's good at this. So good.
My
He
I
I
I
I
He
My
I pulled his hair tight then moved them to the back of his head and began to fuck his face with my cunt.
I
He
Sometimes
And then I came. Hard.
He
My
I
I
I could see a look of guilt in his eyes.
I
He
I
We
As
Ethan
I
I
"That looks kind of big," he said with a bit of panic.
"Now you know what I have to deal with."
I continued to stroke it.
He
While
He
I
I
He
Ethan
Ethan
I
He
I began to stroke it and held it erect, to show him what to expect.
He crawled back up the bed and lay on his back next to me, stroking himself as I rubbed my lady cock.
He's ready for me.
I
He responded in kind, masturbating himself. I gestured to the coconut oil that was sitting on the bedside table.
He
"Legs back," I commanded.
He
I
I
He
Then
How
From
I
Ethan made a moan that betrayed the pain.
"Should I stop?" I asked.
He shook his head no.
And
I
But then he winced, I had met the inner sphincter, a far tougher doorman.
With a push from my hips, he let out a gentle groan of pleasured pain, and I was past the last barrier.
From self-experience, I knew the pain was behind us and proceeded inward.
I
I
At
Our
I pulled up thrusting my hips, driving my girl cock deeper in my young man's ass, catching him by surprise.
"You like my cock in your ass?" I asked.
I demanded an answer.
I
Grabbing a pillow, I brought it to us.
Put that pillow under your back. I need to go deeper.
Ethan obeyed and put the pillow under the small of his back as I stroked my girl cock for him to watch.
"Bring your ass to me"
He complied and scooched down like an obedient boy.
I
Placing
He grunted as he held his legs back in a position that could only be for anal sex or a doctor's examination.
I
The
Ethan's
"Do you like me fucking you?" I asked.
"I do; this is;"
I gave my girl cock a hard shove and he winced unable to finish his sentence.
"I love how you're taking it."
I
My
I was about to cum. It was unexpected, and frankly, the timing was not;
"Oh, my God!" He shouted. "Oh, my God!"
Then,
He
I came to a slow stop with my girl cock still deep in his rectum. I release my grip on his ankles and put his feet down.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know that would happen," he said with a little bit of fear.
"It's Okay," I replied. "It's fine."
"No, it's not. You have your rules, and I felt myself coming, but I thought I could hold on longer."
"It was amazing to watch. Amazing."
"But I didn't finish inside you."
"The Lord will forgive. We can all count on his forgiveness."
I put my hand on his semi thick cock and gently stroked it to coax several pearls of cum to bubble out and over.
He
He lay there almost helpless as I sat up to look down on my young man.
I had so much to tell him. There were things he needed to know.
I
"So, you're going to forget all about me when you return to Boston?" I asked with a pouting face.
"If that were even possible," he replied.
Chapter 9: If That Were Even Possible.Mandy snuggled in close to me, holding me tight.
"So, you're going to forget all about me when you return to Boston?" she asked with a pouting face.
"If that were even possible," I replied.
"You know it's not too late to return to the church. I'd very much like to be together in the celestial kingdom."
She was offering me a relationship for when we both died and went to LDS heaven.
"Like they would even let me in."
"Why don't you think you'll be in the celestial kingdom?" she asked, confused by my doubt.
"Well, beyond my lack of faith, there is this adultery conundrum. Judgment day might be a little harder for people like me."
She got serious at the word 'adultery'.
"This isn't adultery; It's not something to make jokes about."
I had never seen her so serious.
What was I thinking?
If I were an adulterer, so was she, and considering her husband and family, her transgressions were more serious than mine.
The last thing I wanted was to introduce the real world into our small fantasy life.
"I'm sorry, that was insensitive."
"What if I told you The Bishop knows I'm here. He knows what we do when we're together."
I laughed at the notion.
"God forbid. That would be a huge problem."
"Not if I was here with his permission."
I was confused by her hypotheticals and concerned she might be feeling the need to confess our summer tryst to her husband.
"If you're thinking of telling him, I can give you a hundred reasons not to.
"You're not listening to me. I don't have to tell him, he knows I'm here. He knows what we do here."
Panic washed over me.
I sat up in bed and looked at her.
"Please tell me you're making a joke."
She didn't smile.
My mouth went dry. My head began to spin.
"Why would he;"
"Why would he allow me to be with you? To make love with you? To let you take me as a husband takes his wife?"
I had no words.
"The same reason he let your father take me for eighteen years."
"My father? What does he have to do with this? With us?"
She sat up now.
"About the time your mother died, we found out The Bishop could not father children."
"He has children," I reminded her. "Five of them."
"No, your father sired all my children. From Gideon down to John-John. Your father, not The Bishop, gave me those children."
This had gone way too far to be a joke. I got out of the bed and stood looking at her. This could not be true.
"You and my father;"
"You and I have had sex dozens of times this summer. Is it that hard to imagine me with your father?"
"Yes, it is!" I said and dropped into a chair.
If the moment when she told me Gideon had caught us was bad enough, this was a complete out-of-body, horrifying experience.
"It's
"Then Gideon and Hannah are my;"
"Your brother and sister. They all are."
This
"When your father died, we were trying to get pregnant with my sixth child. Sadly, that didn't happen."
Why would he do this?
She moved in close and lovingly took my hand.
"He
I got into Harvard on my own.
Your application was impressive, but it needed a call from The Bishop to finalize it.
You're saying my father had sex with you in exchange for me getting into Harvard?
Well,
The Bishop convinced him to help me get pregnant. In exchange, The Bishop financed your father's business.
My
"The Bishop helped him for years. Your father wasn't a very good businessman."
"Maybe because he was too busy having sex with the woman next door," I fired back.
Her face got cross.
"Enough of that. Don't speak poorly of your father. He gave me everything I care about in this life. That includes you."
"Then why didn't you leave The Bishop and take up with my father?"
"Your
"Oh God, I know I'll end up in counseling after this."
"Don't even joke about that. This can never get out."
"You can't tell me whether I can go to counseling. This is some fucked up shit."
"Language. And it's not me telling you; it's The Bishop. You never want to cross The Bishop."
It
"Just let me process this. You're the mother of my father's children. Your husband, The Bishop, consented to this arrangement."
Your father first, and now you. You were both The Bishop's idea.
I gazed at her with fear in my eyes.
The
"Why did you agree to this? You let him just put you out there to breed? Like a farm animal?"
The next thing I felt was a slap across my face.
It stung.
"What was that for? This isn't a freaking soap opera, you can cut out the dramatics."
"I'm not some kind of farm animal."
"Okay, I'm sorry about that. But he's breeding you. Making you have sex to get pregnant.
"It was my idea."
"You said it was his idea."
He
"This
"Which is what you did."
I looked at her in awe.
"Ethan,
"Wait, wait, wait, slow down. You said you couldn't get pregnant. You assured me of that."
"While I was breastfeeding, that was true, but I weaned John-John weeks ago. I told you that."
I interrupted her. "We have been fucking like rabbits,"
"Making love," she corrected me.
"Did you love my father?"
"Yes and no. I spent much of a summer getting to know him before I allowed his sperm into me. I loved his spirit."
"You loved his spirit? What does that mean?"
"He
"You won't conceive a child without love?"
"No child deserves that," she replied.
"Then you concede that you love me, don't you?"
She was quiet. Looking for words.
"You
She remained quiet.
So, what is it? Do you love me? Or just my spirit? I have the right to know.
She seemed lost, unsure how to answer.
"You," she said softly. "I love you."
Suddenly,
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," she said in a voice that seemed on the verge of tears.
I
"If I could have spent six more hours in that store with you, I would have; "
She pulled away and took her garment top, pulling it over her head as she began to dress.
"This changes everything," I said in a hopeful tone.
"No,
"What if I say no? What if I tell people? The elders. The other Bishops?"
You
"He's
"There were alternatives, but only you ensured the pure bloodline."
"Gideon? Was he my alternative?"
"That's
"So, this is how it ends? I give that bastard what he wants. He gets my child and you?"
"It's not over. Six months after our child is born, we'll conceive another; my seventh. We can do this again."
"Oh, my God, this nightmare is never going to end."
"Do you want it to end?" she asked,
"I want to be with you." I pleaded. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Let me be specific. I love you as a man loves his wife. Not your spirit, or whatever the fuck that is, I love you."
"We can continue together until the seventh child is born. That's almost two years."
"Half of which you'll be pregnant."
"With our children."
"No, The Bishop's children," I corrected her.
She
I
Now
Mrs.
Perhaps this is what it feels like to pretend to break up.
To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.
The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 3Gideon Gets it on.
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Walking
Walking
"Gideon, congratulations on the mission. You must be very excited."
Gideon
Gideon's eyes were locked on the pool, and it was easy to see she was distracted by the attractive moms in their bathing suits.
"Hey,
"Really?
Gideon was confused.
"If
Gideon
"Which college are you thinking about? No, wait, let me guess: BYU."
Gideon laughed again. The chances of one of the Barton kids attending any school other than BYU were slim.
His
"The Bishop was asking for you." Hannah said with a warm smile. Gideon waved off and went back to the diving board.
It always amazed me that the Bartons referred to him as The Bishop, rather than dad or father.
"Me? Why?"
"He didn't say.” Then she changed the subject; “Hey, do you know the Kristensons? The two oldest sons?"
"Buck and Hank, yeah. Buck was my year."
"Could you introduce me to him? I know him kinda, from the temple, but you and he were friends."
"Of course. If that's what you want. Buck's a little wild, though."
"Hey, I can be wild too," she fired back with a devilish grin.
Naturally, that would be the moment Amanda would walk up.
"Excuse me, young lady," her mother glared.
Hannah turned beet red.
"I'm wild about skiing, too, Hannah. Too bad I'll be back at school when the mountains get snow."
Hannah smiled, appreciative of my giving cover to her story. She left, leaving me with Mrs. Barton.
"What did I tell you about talking to Hannah?"
"She was talking to me, " I said defensively. "Look, this isn't a good idea. I'm going to leave, Okay?"
Mrs. Barton looked at me and I could see she felt bad.
"I'm
"Hey, you're truly incredible. I mean, really incredible. I just don't understand how you do it."
"It's because I care too much. I like to please people.
"Well, you sure know how to please me."
I then tensed up and looked around to ensure no one heard that comment.
She gently touched my arm and gave it a slow, sensual rub. From her touch, I could tell she wanted to be in our bed in my house.
"I'm going to head out," I whispered.
She looked around and then leaned toward me.
"Follow me."
She started walking toward the car barn, and I followed.
The
"Wow, is this what you wanted to show me? It's great. Look at the condition. This is wonderful."
She leaned on the hood of the vehicle like a car show girl.
"Want to see something even better?" She asked.
She
"You wore the red lingerie," I said with a smile.
"That's
I stood there in awe of this woman.
"All day. Just for you," she purred.
She
"Oh my God. How does it feel?"
"Full,
"You're better than Okay. You're amazing."
I
"Make it fast," she whispered.
Game fucking on!
I
My
My
I
"We don't have time for you to;"
She never finished her sentence my tongue darted across her dangling clit.
"Oh, that motherfucking tongue of yours."
I
I
I glanced down to see the egg-shaped toy pop out, followed by a rush of lube and her anus snapping shut.
I
Her
She
You
In
She quickly pulled up her panties and flipped he dress down, and I pulled up my shorts and straightened up.
She guided me away from the area, walked me to the driveway, ensured no one was around, and gave me a deep kiss.
"I have to get back," she said, "but thanks for coming."
I wasn't sure if she was making a pun.
"My pleasure," I replied.
"Hey, the plug. It fell under the car," I reminded her.
"I'll get it, you go."
She
I
As
When we were out of the garage and out of sight, I put my hand in his and left him with a kiss that promised so much more.
I gave him a little shove and watched his ass as he left. Our liaison in the garage was unexpected, but was it really?
I
When
We
I'd
I bent over to look under the car and heard a familiar voice,
"Mom, we need to talk."
I turned to see Gideon holding the gold ass plug that I had ejected from my ass.
A cold trickle of Ethan's thick cum slid down my leg.
Chapter 5: Fucking Gideon.It
We ate, screwed and then she left, returning home before The Bishop returned from the Temple.
There was something I learned to love about Sundays. A kink I didn't know I had until our first Sunday together.
Her daily routine was no different on Sundays, rise early, poop, shower and be perfect before the rest of the family was awake.
Sunday
While
On
We
If there was ever a question of the power of the Sabbath Savor, it was answered the day after Gideon's goodbye luncheon.
I
She
"Time to do some motherfucking," I said jokingly.
I then noticed the stern look on her face and how she was shushing me. She came over to me and pulled me into the bathroom.
"My son is downstairs, so perhaps ease up on the motherfucker stuff."
I froze as I processed her words.
"What the fuck is he doing here? Which son?"
"Gideon."
"Why would you bring him here?"
"He saw us."
"Saw us? Where?"
"When you bent me over my husband's car and fucked me."
My head was spinning as I tried to process what she revealed.
"He watched us; he watched you get;"
She nodded yes.
I
She moved in close and spoke quietly.
"He's
"A secret?" I asked with a hopefully. "He won't tell The Bishop?"
"There's an if."
"He won't tell The Bishop if?"
"If we allow him to watch us have sex."
"Jesus Fucking Christ!"
"Would you please check your tongue? This is the Lord's Day, so there will be no blasphemy."
"No blasphemy? As if that's the most heinous thing we're discussing. What about the no adultery part?"
"In
"This is nuts. If he tells The Bishop, we're both fucked. And not in the good way."
"He won't tell The Bishop. All we need to do is make love, he watches, and then he's off on his mission for two years."
Fucking Gideon.
That
Of
It's
But that was a problem for a different day.
I sat on the bed and rubbed my head, trying to stave off the growing headache.
"Okay,
"Despite
"Good,
I
"I realize my moral line is different from most women, but no, my son is never invited to my bed."
"Why not just tell him no? Is this some kind of blackmail?"
She sat on the bed to unpack the situation.
"Did
I was unsure where she was going with this.
"Umm, congratulations for them?"
"That night, he'll take her to their marital bed and make love to her for the first time."
"And this affects me how?"
"If he's an inadequate lover, it'll doom their relationship."
"Is that what happened to you and The Bishop?"
She shook her head no.
"The
I could feel pangs of jealousy at the mere mention of another man making love to her.
"It's important to me that Gideon become an adequate lover for his wife."
"So, you agreed to let him watch us? I've got news for you, what we have been doing is not normal."
"He needs to observe a loving relationship between a husband and wife."
"Then he should watch you and The Bishop."
She put her head down, upset that she could not convince me.
"He needs to understand how to bring pleasure to a woman. He has no knowledge of this. He'll watch us and learn."
"There is porn for that."
"Porn
"We do none of that," I replied. "We fuck. A lot."
"Are you telling me you don't feel an emotional bond between us? You call me your wife. I call you husband."
The
I
She was waiting to see how I would respond to her question about our emotional bond.
"Look," I said, "you know I care about you. You know, I think about you day and night."
"Then tell me now if you think we have an emotional bond."
She was outstanding at getting me to do her bidding or say what she needed to hear.
"Yes, we have an emotional bond," I confessed.
"Very good. That wasn't too hard to say, was it?"
I
I
I wondered if I could perform in front of another man. I knew he was a virgin, so anything I did would be inspiring.
"You do this, and I'll reward you."
"How?" With what?"
She quickly reached down my pants and grasped my cock.
"Anything you desire."
What
I
My thickening cock told her everything she needed to know. I was ready, I was willing, and she knew damned well I was able.
"Gideon, get up here," she said in a loud, cold, scolding voice.
After
"Hey Ethan; "
Mrs. Barton was holding me with her hand down my underwear as I gave him a dismissive look. I wasn't in the mood to converse.
He quickly took a seat in a chair across the room as his mother continued to masturbate me with her right hand.
"It's
The Sabbath. It was Sunday, and it reminded me of what was beneath her clothing.
She
Having seen her in every variety of lingerie, this was always my favorite sight.
Symbolically,
She
We
I
I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to our bed.
We
I was momentarily distracted by Gideon, who leaned in to get a better look at his mother's tits.
Mrs.
She returned her hand to my cock, gently masturbating me, slow and steady so I didn't come prematurely.
Finally,
Despite
We
She
My
I began a rising and falling rhythm, pushing in and pulling out, doing my best to escalate the feeling.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, knowing this entire situation was wrong; it was her idea, and it was failing.
"Nothing, just keep at it," she replied.
I could tell she wasn't in the moment. The distraction of Gideon was too much.
I
"Suck my cock," I demanded.
When she didn't move, I repeated it, louder.
"Suck my cock."
Instead, she reached down to masturbate me.
"Gideon, tell your mother to suck my cock."
Mandy froze, and Gideon looked like a deer in headlights.
"I was told to sit here and be quiet," he replied, unsure why he was being addressed.
"Tell your mother to suck my cock." I said again with the authority of being the man of this house. Which I was.
Mandy looked at me and Gideon, confused.
"Suck his cock; " Gideon said weakly.
"Tell her to suck. My. Cock."
"Suck his cock," Gideon said empowered by my permission to speak and his desire to see her do what I asked.
She
She
I
With
"That's a good girl," I said as she made hungry noises with her mouth.
"Tell her she's doing a good job, Gideon."
"Keep going, you're doing a good job," he replied, his eyes locked on her actions.
"How much of it can she get in her mouth?" he asked out of nowhere.
Mrs.
I looked at Gideon with pride.
"All of it."
She remained there for a few moments, but I could feel her starting to gag and tapped her head, allowing her to come up for air.
The room was heating up, and the smell of her Sabbath savor was getting to me.
"Tell her I want to taste her pussy."
"He wants to taste you," Gideon instructed his mother.
She
She
Her ass was hiked up slightly to get me maximum exposure to her pussy. She was faced away from me, mouth on my cock.
Across the room, Gideon was in awe as he watched his mother getting and giving head and loving it.
I
I
I
Knowing
Mandy's
"Up here," I commanded her and she shifted her body taking her ass from my face as it glistening with her leavings.
She crawled back up by body and brought her mouth to mine and began to lick her Sabbath savor off my face and mouth.
She
She
Her
She
I
As
She
She
Slowly riding my cock while she fed me from her thick nipple, we were both heading to a state of bliss.
"This is what a woman will do for a generous lover, Gideon," she said in an instructional voice.
"She will give him everything. She will serve him."
Her
She tipped her head back causing her nipple to break free of my mouth.
"He needs to see your face when you finish," I said to her.
"Turn around."
She was so close to finishing, I feared she might just ignore my command and finish her climax.
I
She
Reaching back, she guided my cock back into her waiting pussy, and we resumed our union.
I
She made eye contact with Gideon, who continued to be surprised to be part of this.
She
I
She
My
She
"Together," I said gently.
Lately,
"Together," she replied, never taking her gaze off Gideon.
I
If
She gasped gently, bit her lip, and braced herself as she locked eyes with Gideon.
"Watch closely, baby," she said softly.
I wasn't sure if she was talking to Gideon or myself. Either way, it took me over the edge.
I let out a loud groan as I fired off rope after rope of cum deep inside her. I could feel it coating the walls of her cunt.
Her eyes remained locked on Gideon as my semen searched her insides with instinctive accuracy.
She
My
She turned and crawled back to my side, snuggling in under my arm and we held each other as we loved to do after climax.
She looked at Gideon with a stern look. Her demeanor changed from vixen to taciturn.
"You've seen what you wanted to see, now go."
It was apparent he had a raging erection.
"There's a bathroom down the hall," I added. "Take care of that before going home."
Gideon
"We have given him enough masturbation images for a lifetime."
Mandy was silent.
"What's wrong? Did you enjoy that?"
"I
I
"Can we trust him? Will he tell The Bishop?"
"No, he will always obey me."
Having
It
I wondered if she felt the same. Judging how she blossomed sexually with Gideon watching, I assumed she did.
Chapter 6: This Thing We're Doing.I
On Thursday, I woke up to the smell of coffee. She was back.
There
"I made you coffee," she said as I sat.
"Sorry,
"He needed shots to do his mission in Chicago?"
"There was a last-minute change in his mission. He'll be in Ghana for two years."
"Ghana? He changed his mind about Chicago?"
"No, The Bishop did. He felt Gideon needed some life lessons, so Ghana is the best place. Challenges build a better man."
"You're okay with that? Ghana?"
"There
The
"I told The Bishop I needed some "me" time, so he took the family to St. George for the day."
"Me time?"
"Well, "Ethan" time didn't seem appropriate, so I went with "me" time."
She
"Would you like some 'me' time?"
With
I
She
I
She
My head moved to her tits as I had the urge to feast on her, but she gently guided me away from her nipples.
"I'm weaning John-John. It's time for him to take the bottle."
"His loss," I said with a grin and again moved to her tits to suckle her.
"Sorry, yours too. I'm closing the dairy, so no suckling for a few days. I don't want you confusing my body."
I
"Are you pouting?" she asked.
I totally was. Since she first tempted me with her milk, I was addicted to that pleasure. So, yeah, I was disappointed.
"I have to warn you, when I'm not lactating, I can get pretty horny."
I
"So, no tits for you, but I'm sure I can make it up to you."
She slid her hand down to my shorts and grasped by cock then began stroking it.
"There he is," she whispered as she peeled away the last of my clothing, leaving us both naked and wanting in the kitchen.
She reached into her bag and took out a bottle of skin lotion, then led me by the hand up the stairs.
Instead of going into my father's bedroom, with its king bed, she led me down the hall to my old bedroom.
I followed obediently.
The
She guided me to my bed, had me sit, then walked across the room to look out the window.
"You have a clear view of my house from here."
"Do I? I never noticed."
She turned and looked at me with an all-knowing smile.
"You never noticed?"
She turned back to look at her house, reached over to my desk, took my binoculars, and looked again.
"Never noticed you could see into my bedroom. My bathroom too?"
"Well, I might have noticed; "
She turned and smiled at me.
"And there it is; the truth. Did you ever see me naked?"
She must have known, or she would not be playing this game. I promised never to lie to her, so I simply nodded.
"Why did you watch me?"
"I was a teenager. I just wanted to see a naked woman."
"And did you masturbate while you watched me?"
I was turning beet red.
"Did you?"
"Yes. Sometimes."
"Show me."
I was confused, but she took me by the hand and positioned me in the center of the room, looking at the window.
She then slathered lotion on my cock then put my hand on it and prompted me to masturbate myself gently.
Then
Watching
She
I
I
Standing
She
Her
She
There
She
She
I
She
I'd
Mandy
"Inside me.; Inside," she begged.
I
I
At
I
Finally,
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"For what?"
"Spying on you way back then."
"I could have closed the blinds," she whispered. "I chose not to."
It dawned on me that this thing we were doing had started a long time ago.
It was only 9 AM as we both fell asleep, exhausted from what would be a day spent in each other's arms and each other's bodies.
Chapter 7: The Costco Run.We
Our
It
"So, I heard some great gossip at book club last night."
"Was it about the LDS mom who's banging the kid next door?"
"Ha,
"Really?"
"I'd never have pegged them as peggers," she said, laughing at her own joke.
I looked at her quizzically,
"You don't know what pegging is, do you?"
She smiled, knowing I had busted her.
"No idea. None."
"Just Google it."
"I
"No, not even close."
She rolled over and gave me a playful punch.
"Tell me."
I shook my head no, enjoying this moment with her.
"Tell me!"
Again, I shook my head no. She rolled on top of me, so she was looking down at me, her tits hanging just above my mouth.
Take a good look, because if you don't tell me, that'll be the last time you see these for a while.
I knew she was teasing and pulled her close to me.
"Okay, alright. So, pegging is when the woman wears a strap on dildo and then she; she fucks the guy.”
"In his ass?" she said with legitimate surprise.
"That's pretty much the only hole he has to offer."
She
"That's wild. And he likes it?"
"He? Well, I guess so."
But it goes against the reasons for having sex."
"The reasons for having sex? Isn't it about pleasure?"
"We'll of course, but a man's seed, it belongs in the cunt."
"That again. Well, in this case, there is no seed, it's just a plastic dick in Mr. Haskett's ass."
"Do you want to try it?"
Finally, this conversation was going in a direction I liked. But I had to play it off just a little.
"Me? I never thought about it."
She looked at me, peering right through me, then took my phone, opened my Amazon app, and typed in "strap on dildo.”
"Holy cow, there are so many to choose from. Look at all these."
She showed me the screen, with all sizes, shapes and colors.
Pulling
I think you're about seven inches when you're erect. Is that right?
"Seven and a half, I mean, maybe seven and a half. I never measured."
Again, she looked at me with her all-knowing smile.
"You never measured that beautiful cock? Right. I want this to feel the same in you as it would in me."
I panicked a little. Something of this size in me, I wasn't sure.
"Wait," I cried out.
"Too
"I'll join. I'll help you at Costco."
She looked at me quizzically.
"It's Costco, I don't know what you think we can do to each other in a Costco;"
"No, I just want to help. You said it's a lot of work. I'm off tomorrow. I can help. Let me help."
She considered it.
"Well, I don't suppose it would be too odd for my husband's intern to be helping me at Costco."
"I want to help."
"Ok, fine. I'll be out front at noon. Don't keep me waiting. I have a crammed schedule."
"It's a date. We're going on a date to Costco."
"It's not a date. It's Costco."
I made a cute pouty frowny face.
"Fine. It's a date to Costco. You can buy me a hot dog. But believe me when I say, this is shopping only. No hanky panky."
"I have no problem doing normal things with you. I'm really excited about this."
She could see that I was sincere and smiled.
"My God, you're so adorable."
She then went back to her calendar and began to find a time to sodomize me.
To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.
The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 2It’s not a tryst when she’s training me.
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"You can have me any way you choose. But you must always finish in my cunt. God's seed is never to be wasted."
I found it amusing, or perhaps ironic, that she somehow integrated religion into what was essentially just a wild sexual affair.
"What about The Bishop?"
"The
"Are you on the pill? Should I get condoms?"
"No and no. But Mandy needs frequent servicing."
"Um, who's Mandy? You keep saying her name."
"Me, I'm Mandy. At least here in the non-kosher bedroom. Amanda, Mandy. Get it?"
"I'm not even used to calling you Amanda; and now you have a nickname.
She wrinkled her nose at me.
"That
Mrs.
"Now, if there are no more questions, I want to feel you inside me."
Her
She remained hovering over me, but when my cock began to stir, I could feel it pressing against something fleshy and wet.
She smiled.
"You like them. I can tell."
"They're amazing."
"They are. Now watch this."
She
To
I was amazed, and I continued to harden in response. I could feel my cock pressing on the wet flesh under her robe.
"This is for John-John. I can't get pregnant while I'm breastfeeding, so we won't need any protection."
"You sure? That sounds like some kind of myth."
I
She held out her tit.
"Now, would you like to taste?"
I
She
I
I could smell her clean body and the scent of her milk.
"Come on, Bryant, taste Mandy."
My
"There's a good boy," she said as she went from straddling me to sitting directly atop my cock.
The
Slowly, she took her teat out of my mouth. I chased it slightly, but she pulled it away, drying it with the robe.
"That's all for you. The rest is for John-John."
She slid back and forth over my cock, using her pussy to sense how hard I was.
"You want me to take a shower first?" I offered.
"No,
"Are you sure?" I asked. "That feels kind of, I don't know."
"Have
This wasn't the conversation I needed as I was about to enter her.
A
"But I'm not your husband."
"In this house, you are. I answer to you. You'll treat me as your wife, and I'll serve you as my husband."
And outside this house?
"I'm Mrs. Barton. Wife of Bishop Barton and expect you to honor that."
I was starting to comprehend her game and her rules.
I
I decided to test the waters.
"Ok, Mandy, take off that robe and let me see your body."
Mandy
She
Her
She
Her pubic hair was neatly groomed above her perfectly bare slit. I could see her labia lips were large and hung down.
"Do I please you?" she asked.
She was very intentional in her statements.
Sure,
She had orchestrated everything to lead us to this moment and was entirely unapologetic.
"You do."
I
I
She
I
I didn't feel like an adulterer. I felt like I belonged with her, and she belonged with me. My non-kosher wife.
I
Far
When
"I love a circumcised cock. So good-looking. So perfect. The Bishop isn't circumcised."
I
Fortunately,
She was taking her time, enjoying the thickness of my cock as it begged for more friction.
My girlfriend had never been keen on blow jobs, and more than once, she used her teeth, which was always a deal breaker.
But
I'd
Mandy
I
She
She
"Baby, I know you want to be inside me, but would you taste me first?"
While completely unabashed, she had a way of suggesting the most lurid things most innocently.
"Taste you?"
"Uh
What
She
She
As
She
She gyrated gently, and the drizzle of her thick glycerin effusion dripped down to my waiting tongue like drool.
I ran her thick honey across my lips with my tongue.
She
I
Her gentle moans were like music, and the taste of her cunt was as intoxicating as the strongest liquor.
Occasionally, she would clear her hair from her face and grasp her heavy tits, massaging them as she enjoyed the ride.
She
She widened her stance, pressing her pussy harder into me, making certain her clit was grinding against my tongue.
"Oh, my God, Bryant," she moaned and let out a cry that turned into a prolonged moan.
I attacked her clit again, and she shook her hands like she was bearing witness in a Baptist church.
Looking
Despite
She leaned forward even more, positioning her clit right where I could suckle it like a third nipple.
"Oh my God," she moaned. "Please."
She
"I'm going to cum, baby. I can't hold it; the tongue. I've missed your tongue so much."
She
I looked up at her, but there were no tears, just eyes closed in bliss and her mouth open with her tongue halfway out.
Putting
She
There
She was plateauing. Her breathing increased, I could feel her leg muscles tense, and the walls of her cunt turned purple.
Initially,
Turns
My old girlfriend had petite, quiet orgasms, but not Mandy. Her legs shook; her pussy began to flare.
My
"Oh, that feel so weird," she moaned.
Perhaps
A
She
My finger was still in her ass, and she gently reached back to pull it out.
"Easy on the finger, babe. It's been a while since anything's gone in that doorway."
Well, that answered the question. I wasn't the first to explore that passage.
She rolled to my side and lay there exhausted.
"So, you finished, right?" I asked amateurishly.
"I'm pretty sure I just rained right in your mouth. So, you figure it out."
I smiled.
"Nice move with that finger. I think you added about 30 extra seconds to that ride."
"You said it's been a while since you've done that."
The Bishop disapproves of ass play. It's not part of God's plan for procreation.
Well, neither is oral sex, I replied.
"You think The Bishop would let me sit on his face? Not a chance. By the way, thank you for that."
"You don't have to thank me. I loved it. Do you mind if I ask a personal question?"
Mandy snuggled in close to me.
"I'm an open book to you."
"Why did you marry him? I mean, he's a nice guy, but you seem so much more, I don't know; evolved?"
"I
I didn't want to question the word "good" as I lay naked next to her, so I changed gears.
"How much longer with the nursing thing? I mean, I like it and all, but;"
"It's time to ween John-John soon. The Bishop wants us to have two more kids."
"Two more? That's seven kids. Are you sure about that?"
"I love being pregnant. I love serving the church. I love serving The Bishop, and now I love serving you. It's what I do best."
I
I
She began to lick more aggressively, enjoying the now-drying silk her body had left on my face.
"I can be very wet at times. I should have warned you,"
She returned to kissing me and then gently began to stroke my cock.
"Will you make love to me?"
I nodded yes.
"Do you have a favorite position?" I asked.
We have got all summer to find which one we both like best. Maybe, since we're both LDS; " she let the sentence dangle.
She gazed at me with a smirk, fully aware that I was a jack Mormon, which is as far from the faith as one can get.
"Missionary. What I was going to suggest was missionary."
She
She
She could taste the lingering tang of her arousal, and it stirred something in her.
My
I
I
"It feels so good right now," she cooed. "So good."
I
She sensed my hesitation, brought her hands to my face, gave me a soft kiss, and whispered.
"There's nothing to worry about. Just let yourself feel."
"I want you to enjoy this," I replied.
"I already am. Yours is the biggest I've ever had inside me."
I
I
I responded with a faster pace. Her wetness created slurping sounds which mingled with rhythmic slapping of our flesh.
"I'm so close, Ethan," she said loudly.
There was no need to whisper or sneak about. In our non-kosher kitchen, she felt safe letting her voice be heard.
Those
I
I could feel pulse after pulse of cum leaving my body in exchange for a prolonged feeling of absolute bliss.
Mandy
Deep
As
When
She lay there still, enjoying the last moment of her decaying orgasm.
"I
"Look at the mess we made." She whispered.
I dwelled on the statement.
What a mess we made.
I had just fucked the wife of my boss, my neighbor, a good Mormon woman, a pillar of the community.
What a mess, indeed.
I
I
"I think you need a shower," She said with a giggle. She smiled and ran her finger along the underside of my cock.
"Don't worry. I'm going to join you. I want to bathe my non-kosher husband. Would you like that, baby?"
I
Four
We
He
We
I
I
An older woman selling flowers from table to table interrupted our conversation.
"Would you like to buy a flower for your girlfriend?" she asked Ethan.
"Oh, I'm not his;" I started to say.
Ethan interrupted me and pulled out some cash.
"I would."
He chose a beautiful rose and handed it to me.
"Thank you, young man," she said then looked at me.
"He's a keeper this one," and then moved on to the next table.
"Well, I guess I'm your girlfriend now."
He smiled with that unending charm of his.
"At least until lunch is over."
"That was nice of you to buy that young woman’s flowers. She looks like she needs that money."
And you looked like you needed a flower, so everyone wins."
There it was. The one virtue that trumps all others; empathy. Ethan cared about everyone. Even me.
We
A
Though
It did.
Until it didn't.
When
The selfish side of me wanted him back here.
That's when I came up with the idea for the internship with The Bishop's firm.
It's
The
I looked at myself in the mirror and fixed my hair. Ethan liked it when I wore it down, no ponytail.
"I'm
When
Ethan
Sometimes
I
A
Bryant
"I'm
Ethan
He
The
I
"You got me a gift; that's not fair. I didn't get you anything."
Ethan looked out of the shower at me.
"I'm pretty sure you've given me almost everything you have."
I blushed. I had dedicated myself to pleasing this young man and was glad he noticed.
"It's jewelry," he said before I opened it.
"Ethan! I can't wear jewelry from you. People will ask questions,"
"This one you can. Open it."
I opened it to find a set of three gold ass plugs with jeweled ends, each larger than the last.
I looked up to him to catch his wry smile.
"You're a dirty boy," I said as I bit my lower lip like I used to in high school to drive the boys wild.
"Well, I didn't get you anything, but I think I can find a way to thank you for being so thoughtful."
I began to disrobe, slowly taking my top off and then unhooking my bra. I took my time, knowing he was hungrily watching me.
Turning
He reached out of the shower and pulled me in, pressing my body against his, his erect cock pushing on my belly.
"I love work-at-home days," he said as he kissed me.
I
I'd remain in bed, watching my shows and patiently waiting for him to return.
"So, this jewelry you got me; what do you want me to do with it?" I said as I helped lather his body.
"I want you to wear it when you're with him. I want you to feel me inside you, no matter where you go."
"Ethan, are you jealous of my relationship with The Bishop? He's my husband, too. You do understand the arrangement?"
Ethan
"I
He
I had my rules, and they were risk-averse, so why was I so excited about his suggestion?
I changed the subject.
"Gideon is leaving for his mission next week. We're having a send-off barbecue next Saturday. I really want you to attend."
Ethan bristled at the idea of a backyard barbecue. I could see he wasn't too interested.
"Those are for family," he said, looking for a way out.
"You are family, I replied. You're mine, and through me, you are family. I expect you to attend."
Of course, I had surrendered authority to Ethan when we began this summer fling, so I needed to sweeten the pot.
"I'll make a deal with you: I'll wear my special gift all day, along with those red panties you like. All day, under my skirt."
I stroked his cock to accentuate my point.
"Just. For. You."
Ethan bit his lip. I could see the wheels turning.
"All day?"
"All day, just for you."
I
There
His
"Tell me what to do," I whispered, urging him to take command.
"Let me in," he replied and pushed harder.
The
"You'll wear it at the barbecue," he started, "When that's over, you make an excuse to come over here, and I'll; "
"Say it. Say what you'll do to me," I pleaded. He pushed his finger in deeper.
"I'll fuck your ass. That's what I want and that's what you're going to do."
I was happy to see him taking control.
His single digit was gently massaging my anus from the inside.
"What if I say no?" I whispered.
He
I didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Don't worry baby, I'll never say no to you. If that's what you want me to do, I'll obey."
Crises of conscience avoided.
His finger resumed massaging my passage.
My hand was massaging his cock, and I could feel it stiffen at the mention of fucking my ass next week.
The finger felt good. I wanted more.
"Add a finger, baby, add a finger," I begged.
I wish he had done it without me asking. But I was training him. In time, he would stop asking for permission to do anything.
His
If this was anything like what he would be doing to me next week with his cock, the pleasure factor would be incredible.
He could sense my enjoyment and gently widened his fingers in my bowels.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee.
Fuck, not now!
I wanted to cum, but the pressure to urinate was strong.
"I have to pee," I said to him. "I have to pee."
I wanted him to take his fingers out so I could run to the toilet.
"Go ahead," he said with indifference. "Pee."
"I've never done that in front of a man."
"I said, pee. We're in the shower, just pee."
He wasn't asking. He was telling. The pressure on my bladder was intense.
"Okay," I said between gasps. "Please don't look."
I remained leaning over, his fingers still in in my ass as I relaxed my pelvic floor and let a strong stream of urine go.
The warm pee hit the shower floor and splashed on our feet.
Inside
As
The
I
Finally, it ended. As I came down from the dual feeling of pleasure, I became self-conscious about what had transpired.
It was embarrassing to have relieved myself and orgasmed in front of Ethan.
"That was amazing," he whispered as he held me.
It
I loved how it felt with him holding me as I orgasmed and didn't want him to let me go.
"How was that?" he asked.
"The best orgasm I've ever had," I said as I attempted to stand upright.
I reached out and turned off the water.
"Take me to the bed," I demanded.
I
"You need to rest?" he asked.
"I've never tried anal," I confessed. "Have you?"
He shook his head no.
The
"I don't want it to hurt," he said. "That's why I got the set. We start small and build up."
"So, you want to train my ass to accept your cock?"
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so”
Ethan, what did I say to you when we first made love?
"You said you would do anything I desired,"
"Is this what you desire?" I asked.
"I think we both might like it," he said.
"Be gentle."
I then rolled over, so I was lying flat on the bed, face down. I opened my legs to allow him to explore my backside.
Face down, I could only feel and imagine what he was doing to me.
He sat next to me then spread my ass cheeks apart. I could feel his eyes studying my ass and focusing on my tight clenched hole.
"So, you and The Bishop never tried anal?"
"Never. The only fingers that have ever been in there are mine and yours."
I knew he was smiling, excited that there was a part of my body that The Bishop had never explored; virgin territory.
I reached back and gently massaged my sphincter to loosen it, but he moved my hand away.
Suddenly
I loved that feeling of being held down.
I
My
I could feel waves of pleasure as he circled and dipped his tongue in and out of my clench. Finally, he sat up.
"Toy time," he said.
I rolled over and looked up at him.
"Kiss me," I begged.
He gave me a look that said, You know where I just was.
"Kiss me," I demanded.
He
His kisses tasted tangy, with an essence of soil after a rain, rich and organic with a hint of burnt toast.
Our kiss ended and I returned to lying face down while he went to the side table where he kept all my toys.
The
He
"Slow," I pleaded.
He
Another push, and I felt pleasure overtake pain as my sphincter began to surrender and stretch open.
God,
I made an unladylike grunt as he pushed, and let myself relax.
He pushed again, and this time I felt the sphincter muscles relent, allowing the egg-shaped tool to slide past my max width.
I couldn't see it, but I could feel my tight hole being held open wide. I could probably push it out or it at this point.
I
"Oh my God," he exclaimed. "That was incredible."
The
I brought my hand back to the jeweled handle to feel it’s snugness. If I wanted this thing out of me, I'd have to push it out.
Ethan
The feeling of fullness was different, making our gentle touch more intimate.
I felt an exciting rush and realized my tits were lactating. No doubt, the new sensation had caused a letdown.
I pushed Ethan's head down to my nipples, knowing he loved to feed on me when I allowed it.
Rolling
I
Unprepared
I
I
As
That
I
My muscles tensed. It was the point of no return.
"Harder," I begged, He complied, heightening the sound he was forcing my pussy to make.
My vision blurred, and the rising orgasm filled my body.
My
My heavy tits started to ache as they swung. But at that moment, I accepted the dull ache because my impending orgasm was close.
I
Suddenly
I
Only
Ethan
We came to a stop, and I looked down at him with a smile.
His
Deep
We lay there breathing hard.
"I thought you wanted to try it the other way," I asked my now spent young man."
"Today was your training day. When you're able to take the large plug, then you'll be ready for me."
That
But that boy did create anticipation.
It
I
The
"Hannah?"
"Bryant," the young woman exclaimed, giving him a warm hug.
This was Hannah, Amanda's oldest daughter.
"Wow, Hannah, I don't think I've seen you since like five years ago."
She took his hand, leading him through the large home.
"Oh God, that was my awkward phase. I wore braces for two years."
Hannah had always been the girl-next-door type, but now she had filled out and was a knockout.
"I've been meaning to stop by and tell you how sad I was about your dad. He was such a nice guy. So sweet."
"Thank you,"
"Every time I want to go over, my mom says no. She said to give you your space."
"Oh, well, your mom really means well. She's been a big help to me this summer."
She guided me to the backyard, where a large gathering of family, friends, and esteemed church members was taking place.
"Are you going on a mission as well?"
"No, just Gideon. I'm heading off to BYU in the fall. I'll do a mission later, maybe my senior year."
"Where are they sending Gideon?"
"Chicago," she then lowered her voice.
"My dad can pull strings, so none of us are going to end up in some shithole country."
"I looked at her, somewhat surprised by her language."
"My dad's words, not mine. Where did you do your mission?"
"I didn't. I kind of stepped away from the church in high school."
"Oh, a Jack Mormon. Be careful! Mom will do her best to bring you back into the fold."
"Oh, she's been trying."
Hanna spotted her mother.
"Mom, look who's here. Bryant!"
"Well, hello, Bryant," she said cordially.
"Hello, Mrs. Barton. Thank you for inviting me. "I feel blessed to be included."
"Hannah, it's almost time for John-John to nurse. Would you be a dear and bring him to the family room?"
"Sure, Mom. Hey Bryant, can I talk to you about law school? I've been thinking about”
"Hannah go take care of John John. Now!" Mrs. Barton said in a firm tone that resonated with her daughter. She smiled and left.
"So, you came." The hot milf said, turning her focus on me.
"I promised I would. Speaking of promises, did you; "
"If you think I'm going lift my skirt and show what's inside my ass, well, you'll need to trust me."
She was as firm with me as she was with Hannah. I had to remind myself that I wasn't her husband here. Here, I had no authority.
"Hannah sure has grown up. She was telling me about BYU."
She looked at me with a stern face.
"Please don't spend time with Hannah. She has priorities, but right about now, she's a bit boy crazy."
"I was just being polite."
"Oh, I know. But let's not distract her, shall we? Listen, I have to speak with the other wives. Will you be okay on your own?"
I
To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.
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Despite living in a large home with four brothers and two sisters, Gideon Barton had little privacy. When you're 18 just about everything gives you an erection and most young men turn to porn for relief.
But in Gideon's strict Mormon household, his father, The Bishop, a respected pillar of the church, imposed restrictions on internet access, computers, and phones. Visiting sites like Pornhub or Literotica was nearly impossible.
But then again, nothing's as vivid as the mind of a horny teen, and Gideon could create fantasies from just about anything. He had masturbated to thoughts of the weather girl on channel 5, several of his teachers, and right now, his mother's good friend, Kristi Haskett.
It was the Barton's big summer backyard barbeque and Mrs. Haskett had just emerged from the pool with firm, erect nipples poking through her bathing suit. She went for her towel, but the image of her thick nipples tenting the nylon of her modest swimsuit would remain burned in his memory to be recalled for countless masturbation sessions in the days to come.
That's all it took to make Gideon's balls swell. He needed to masturbate right now. With two brothers and two sisters plus a houseful of guests for the cookout, jerking off in a bathroom wasn't going to happen.
That wasn't an issue for Gideon as he entered the spacious car barn to conduct his personal business. Much more than just a garage, The Bishop had built the car barn to house his collection of cars, cars he felt promoted his masculinity. The barn housed seven vehicles and the family's Gulfstream trailer.
Gideon noticed how dusty his dad's 19 74 green Bronco was. He coveted this vehicle, even if that was a sin. His mom was trying to convince his dad to let him take it to college after his mission. After all, he was an adult, and his mother believed he needed to take on responsibilities, like owning a car.
But right now, he needed to masturbate and quietly entered his go-to spot, the Gulfstream trailer.
This had become his favorite place to masturbate. It was private, and he could concentrate on his fantasy as he stroked himself.
Getting some hand lotion from the bathroom, he sat on the couch, pulled his shorts down, and lathered himself up. Gently grasping his cock, he began slowly gliding up and down the shaft.
He closed his eyes and imagined Mrs. Haskett taking him by the hand behind the garage and showing him her tits. She held them out for him, offering him one to feed on.
This wasn't going to take long. He could feel his balls swelling and then;
He heard the side door to the car barn open and someone entered.
Fuck, not now.
Mrs. Haskett's tits would have to wait. He could hear two people talking in hushed tones.
"Wow, is this what you wanted to show me? It's great. Look at the condition. This is wonderful."
The voice was familiar, and Gideon moved to the window to see who it was.
"Want to see something even better?" came a voice he recognized as his mother's voice. Why was she in here?
He peered into the car barn, trying to see who she was talking to and if they were going to leave.
Looking out, he saw his mother leaning back on the hood of his father's green Bronco like a teenage girl flirting on a date.
Whomever it was, Gideon felt he was way too close to his mother. She then turned around, leaned forward, and her skirt hiked up slightly, but not enough to reveal anything. Reaching back, she flipped it up exposing her soft white ass.
Gideon nearly fell over in shock. What was she doing?
Just then, he could see the face of the other person. It was Ethan Bryant. He lived next door; he was in his last year of law school in Boston and home for the summer, clerking for The Bishop. He was probably around 25 or 26 years old.
"You wore the red lingerie," Ethan said with a lascivious smile.
Gideon’s mother was always talking about Ethan's success at law school and kept encouraging Gideon to use him as a role model.
"That's not all," his mother replied to Ethan as she put her thumbs in the bands of her panties pulling them down to reveal her bare ass. Ethan's eyes were fixated on her behind. Gideon strained to see, but from his angle, there was no looking into that dark abyss.
"How long have you;"
"All day. Just for you," she interrupted.
"Oh my God. How does it feel?" Ethan asked.
Gideon's mind was racing. How does what feel? Did she get some kind of piercing? What was he looking at?
"Full, I feel wonderful, but full. I had a spontaneous orgasm about an hour ago. I was sitting there, and it hit me when I was talking to Sara Carlton. She asked if I was Okay."
Gideon remembered noticing his mother shivering earlier when she was talking to Mrs. Carlton. What the hell was going on?
"You're amazing," Ethan said in a loud whisper.
Gideon's mother remained slumped over the car.
"Make it fast," she replied.
Ethan had his cock in hand in seconds. Gideon's eyes were wide. This was it. He was going to see someone have sex. Not just someone, his mother. He resigned himself to worry about that later.
Gideon watched as Ethan gently inserted himself into his mother from behind. She let out a long, plaintive groan, enjoying the moment.
Gideon thought he should run out there and put an end to this.
But he didn't.
Above anything in the world, he wanted to see people having sex. And here it was, just fifteen feet from him, a man riding an older woman from behind. They were carnal, and they were desperate. Never mind that it was his mother; this was sex, raw and unbridled, and he began to masturbate as he watched.
His mother's pelvis hitched as Ethan began increasing his cadence. It started slow, but they were picking up the pace.
Her red panties were now around her ankles. Her torso lay flat against the Bronco, and her face was a portrait of bliss.
If there was any doubt his mother wasn't a willing participant, the wet sounds of her pussy, and her less than muffled moans testified just how much she was enjoying the moment.
Gideon continued to stroke himself, pacing with the couple, not wanting to blow his load too soon.
His mother put her hands back, grasping her ass cheeks and spreading them, offering Ethan a better view of his target.
Then, out of nowhere, Ethan pulled himself out, revealing his sizable cock, dropped to his knees and planted his face in between her ass cheeks. The sounds of his mouth on her pussy echoed off the walls.
"We don't have time for you to;"
Gideon's mother never finished her sentence as she froze with pleasure.
"Oh, that fucking tongue of yours. That motherfucking tongue of yours."
From his hiding spot, Gideon was about to hyperventilate, having never heard his mother say anything more substantial than "darn it.”
Ethan stood, wiped the wetness from his face and then returned to fucking Gideon's mother from behind.
Their body friction increased, and it was evident the two were to about cum, as was Gideon. Mrs. Barton groaned loudly, followed by a metallic clank on the floor like someone had dropped a tool.
The two lovers didn't seem to notice or care and kept at each other, intent on reaching a mutual climax quickly. While Gideon's only experience with orgasm was his own, he watched his mother plateau, determined to burn the memory into his brain.
Inside the trailer Gideon was about to cum despite slow strokes, just the visuals were enough to finish him off. When he heard his mother's final groan he felt his balls swell and his cock erupted in a geyser of cum spraying on the walls and window.
With his pants around his knees, he staggered back and knocked over a box of cooking utensils, making a slight but audible clatter.
Fuck!
Gideon looked out the window again. The sound had spooked the two as his mother pulled up her panties and flipped back her dress, while Ethan zipped his shorts and straightened up.
She then led Ethan out of one of the side doors.
When Gideon was sure they were gone, he quietly exited the trailer and walked to the Bronco. The dust on the hood was disturbed, showing the buxom outline of a woman's body. On the floor was a puddle of what could only be spent cum and his mother's fluids combined.
Gideon took a rag and wiped off the dust, wiping off any evidence, then took the rag to wipe up the fluids on the ground. On his knees, he noticed something shiny under the Bronco. Reaching for it, he held it in his hand; a metallic gold ass plug, covered in a sheen lube and a bejeweled handle.
He knew what he had to do.
Chapter 1: The Homecoming.Two years of law school were behind me, and I was returning home to Provo for my last summer. I was happy to be going home and sleeping in my old room, and equally excited that my neighbor, Bishop Barton, had secured me a legal clerking internship in his firm.
There was no better way to finish a successful law degree than clerking for Utah's most prestigious law firm, Pratt, Collins, and Barton.
I can't remember the last time I heard anyone call Rob Barton by his name. He was known as "The Bishop" due to his high standing in the LDS Church. That's the term that Mormons preferred, with LDS meaning The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Although they did use the term "Mormon," that name was sometimes used in a pejorative way. Thus, using LDS avoided any possible negative connotations.
The Bishop was a mountain of a man, imposing and always the center of attention. Despite having been our neighbor for as long as I can remember, I rarely spoke to him, but my dad and The Bishop's wife had secured me this internship last year.
Then the worst happened. My father passed away suddenly ten months ago. At just 25 years old, I had faced the loss of both my parents. My mother had died when I was only three, leaving Dad and me together all those years. Our relationship was rocky at times, but he always supported me and kept me focused on a prosperous future. I felt his absence deeply now that he was gone.
He was disappointed that I had left the Mormon faith. It wasn't that I questioned the faith itself, but all faith. Still, I was respectful of his beliefs and those of my LDS neighbors.
Living in Provo meant having LDS neighbors everywhere. Honestly, I can't think of a better place and better people. Despite the slurs and jokes about the faith, my LDS neighbors were some of the kindest people on earth. When Dad died, The Bishop and his wife, Amanda, traveled to Harvard to convince me to stay in school and finish. He reminded me how important it was to my Dad that I get that degree and assured me of the clerkship. Mrs. Barton promised to take care of my dad's home. They came through on both accounts.
These were good people, and I felt fortunate to have pillars of society in my life.
Mrs. Barton was younger than The Bishop and could have been a recruiting poster for Mormon wives. She was sporty, with blond, shoulder-length hair that framed her face effortlessly. She had an attractive figure, and her larger-than-average tits always caught the church dads' attention; and their wives. But if there was one feature that could stop me in my tracks, it was her smile. It made me feel welcomed and safe.
I grew up with the Bartons. I was seven when they bought the huge house next door. My memories of Mrs. Barton are that she was always pregnant. She had her first child, Gideon, that year, and then it seemed like she was always expecting right up until last year when she had her fifth child. Perhaps that explained her large tits, which I must confess, I'd sneak a peek at whenever I could.
Mrs. Barton was a traditional wife who began by having children to continually increase the LDS population. She was always busy, driving carpool, cooking meals, and doing everything necessary to support The Bishop's vital role as a community and church leader. The affectionate term for a woman devoted to her husband and family was helpmeet. As in, she was The Bishop's helpmeet.
Of course, being seen and at the center of attention due to her husband's status caused some jealousy, and some of the catty mothers called her the "More Mom," which is a bit of a slur, especially coming from other members of the LDS faith, demeaning her role to merely being attracted to the attention she received from her status.
I found an Amazon package at the door when I arrived home. After taking it inside, I turned on the lights. The place was clean and bright for a home that hadn't been lived in for several months. Mrs. Barton had undoubtedly ensured it was cheerful upon my return.
I sorted through the stack of mail, opening some items and throwing away others, and then remembered the Amazon package. Opening it up, I was surprised to see a delicate but revealing lingerie set. I held up the red thong and bustier top, wondering where they had come from. Looking back in the box, I found a sex toy, the Womanizer. It was a vibrating suction toy that only added to the mystery.
I looked at the box and noticed that it was addressed to me, but I certainly didn't order this. I put the items back in the box and set it aside.
A day later, I was finishing my paperwork for the clerk internship when I heard someone at the door.
I opened it to see Mrs. Barton, who walked into the house as if it belonged to her. I understood her actions because she had cared for it for so long.
"Come on in," I said with a joking smile. She looked at me with a smirk.
"Sorry, I just barged in, didn't I? I'm so used to coming over here and just decompressing."
She gave me a warm hug, pressing herself against me.
"Welcome home, Bryant. We have missed you. I've missed you."
I smelled toast burning and rushed to the kitchen. She followed me. It was burnt, so I tossed it out and poured myself a cup of coffee.
I had never tasted coffee until my first year of law school. Shunned by the LDS faith as a stimulant, I avoided it until midterms, but after my first cup, I was hooked.
"Coffee? Tisk tisk, what'll I ever tell The Bishop?"
"Law school, late nights. If this is a sin, let me be burned at the stake," I replied.
"I'm sure it can be overlooked. You know how many exceptions we must make to keep the faith. I had a Long Island iced tea a few weeks ago."
Mormons don't drink coffee, and they sure as hell don't drink alcohol, let alone a strong drink like a Long Island Iced Tea.
"I was out with some friends who weren't from church. They had wine, and I innocently asked for tea. Well, I said Long Island Iced Tea. I assumed it was like a tea and lemonade drink."
"That's an Arnold Palmer," I added.
"So, I found out. I took a sip and instantly realized it wasn't made with lemonade."
She leaned in with a conspiratorial look.
"Can you keep a secret, Bryant?"
I nodded yes.
"I drank the entire drink, and by the end, I was, well, my head was spinning. I think I did a pretty good job of pretending to be sober, but I wasn't. I returned to the suburban, crawled in, and fell asleep for three hours."
"Just from the one drink?"
"Well, I had a Xanax earlier, so that combo did not help."
I looked at her quizzically.
"It's a prescription for stress. It's allowed."
While Mormons don't use recreational drugs, many of the women I knew had prescriptions for anxiety. I felt guilty because my expression made her think I was judging her.
"Of all the drinks you could order, that's like a nuclear bomb."
"Do you drink, Bryant? You drink coffee; do you also drink at bars?"
I wasn't sure if this was a test. Was she doing some recon for The Bishop?
"Me? No, I don't drink alcohol."
That was a lie.
She looked at me and studied my face.
"You wouldn't lie to me, now, would you?"
"No, I don't; "
"Have you ever experienced something so intense, so incredible that you wonder how God would make it criminal to enjoy? Like wine, for instance. Jesus drank wine, why can't we?"
"The Catholics certainly do," I replied.
"Oh my God, even Catholics are having more fun than us," she bemoaned, "and they are always miserable."
"I don't usually question the doctrines of the faith," I replied.
I was attempting to evade the question. She was probing, and I wasn't sure what she was after.
"Of course not. Neither do I. So, we'll keep this story about the Long Island iced tea between us? I can trust you?"
"If you can keep my coffee addiction between us," I replied.
"Bryant, you can trust me to keep secrets. I'm a vault when it comes to this stuff. I know what it's like to have secrets, so anything you share with me. It's in the vault."
"Coffee in the vault. Got it."
"Can I try some?" she asked.
"Try what?"
"Your coffee."
"Are you sure? It's bitter. Kind of acquired taste. And I don't want to get you in trouble."
"I'm a big girl. Plus, I don't think my husband will cast me out into the wilderness for trying some coffee. He always encourages me to try new things."
I held out the cup, and she took it in hand, inhaling the rich scent.
"It smells so good. I sometimes wander into a Starbucks just to breathe the air. It almost makes me shiver with excitement. You don't think caffeine is airborne, do you?"
"No, I don't."
I was anxious to see her taste the coffee. There was something about witnessing a grown woman, a devoted believer, break her promise to her faith before me.
It was a far cry from any real sin; it was just a sip of coffee; but the fact that she was doing this before me held an unusual sensuality. I licked my lips as she brought the cup to her mouth.
She took a long sip, let it sit in her mouth, and then swallowed.
"Wow, that's not what I thought it would taste like. I was hoping for something like the Long Island iced tea."
"Well, if I had some Kahlua and vodka, I could make this more of a fun drink."
"Do you have any?" she asked.
"Uh, no. My dad didn't drink, so no."
"Too bad. I could like coffee if it had something fun in it."
Looking around the kitchen, she noticed the pile of mail.
"Oh, that reminds me. I had a package from Amazon sent here."
Oh shit! That was hers?
"I didn't see anything. Why would you send it here?"
"Well, nothing gets into our house without one of the kids opening it. They're just feminine products, so I sent them here. I don't need my kids looking through my tampons and breast pads."
I looked at her, confused. She could see I didn't understand.
"I'm still breastfeeding John-John. I know it's time to wean him, but I've been pregnant more than not pregnant this past 18 years, and so, well, I leak a lot."
"You leak a lot?"
I was still confused.
"My tits leak. Mostly if I don't express myself or feed John-John, it can be kind of embarrassing."
I realized I was getting the bio lesson in that I did not want to hear.
"I'm sorry, Bryant, I guess I just feel comfortable around you and start blabbering. You don't need a lecture on my bodily functions."
"No, that's fine. I'm glad you feel like that. I've always felt like you were someone I could talk to, so yeah, if you want to complain, I'm your guy."
Mrs. Barton looked at me with a smile.
"You're one of the good ones, Ethan. Never change. Well, I've got to get back to the house because I've been gone 20 minutes, and there is a good chance someone has set the kitchen on fire. You know that happened once."
"Mrs. Barton, anytime you need to decompress. Come on over. You've got the door code; lie on the couch and sleep."
"I will. Thank you. And we're all adults now, so how about no more Mrs. Barton and you call me Amanda?"
I smiled.
"Amanda. Amanda, it is."
"Oh, you'll let me know when that package arrives. Will you?"
With that, she left. I watched her walk away, somewhat enamored with her. She had been so open, so relaxed, and so honest and felt more like a friend than the mom next door. It was nice she could confide in me about the struggles of family and religion.
I picked up the open Amazon box, took out the lingerie, and held it up to the light.
There was significantly less clothing than what most devout LDS women wore under their clothing. What little cloth there was, was transparent, primarily mesh. The thong was crotchless, and the bra appeared to cover only below the nipples.
I couldn't help but imagine Mrs. Barton wearing this. For a mother of five, she was remarkably fit. She wore sensible clothing, including sporty attire from Brooks Brothers and Lululemon, always maintaining a certain degree of modesty.
The thought of her wanting to wear this outfit made me see her in a different light. Clearly, it was for her intimate moments with The Bishop, and I felt awful for invading her privacy.
I put the box back together and ran a fresh strip of tape down the opening. It wasn't nearly perfect, but I'd tell her it came that way and probably got damaged in transit.
I waited a day, then texted her that the package was here and that I'd bring it over.
I'll come to get it, was her immediate reply.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the door, carrying several containers of Tupperware. She brushed past me into the kitchen and began to load them into the fridge.
"I made some meals, so you don't just live on cold cereal."
"I can cook," I replied in mock defensiveness.
The truth is, I actually was living on cold cereal, and the idea of a home-cooked meal was a welcome invitation.
I had paused the movie I was watching on Netflix. She stopped to look at the TV set.
"Is this White Lotus?" She asked.
"I think so."
"I have a confession," she said. "When I came over to look after the house, I treated myself to watching Outlander on your Netflix."
"Outlander?"
I had no idea what that was.
"It's a series, a good one. It involves time travel and a woman who's married to two men at two different times: the 19 41 in England, and then Scotland in 17 10."
"Wow, that sounds complicated."
"Oh, it is. It's like a soap opera but with lots of gratuitous sex. I mean really good sex."
"Oh, well, now I'll have to watch it," I said, realizing how awkward the response was.
"Well, you can watch porn over here. So maybe the sex on Outlander isn't so wild."
"You can't watch the series at home?"
"No, The Bishop has all our TV sets filtered to PG-13 or less. Even if I try using my phone, he has all our phones filtered, and gets nanny reports if anyone searches strong words."
"Nanny reports?"
"Software that alerts him to anything against the teachings of the church. Which is just about everything. So, I come here to watch the show. You won't tell, will you?"
"Haven't we been through this? You have my promise that your secrets are safe with me. Remember, we shared coffee, so we're deep in. Oh, I have your Amazon package."
I handed her the box, which she examined, and noticed the fresh tape.
"Did you open this?"
"Me? No. It arrived like that. Perhaps it was opened by mistake. They must have resealed it."
She studied me like I was one of her children lying about eating candy before dinner.
"Great. I might have a few more deliveries. I'll let you know when they arrive. Are you okay with that?"
"More personal care items?" I asked.
Mrs. Barton looked at the box and then right into my eyes. She was using her mom's skills to discern the truth from me.
"Ethan, did you open this box?"
God damn, she was good. I had a million lies I wanted to tell, but the truth seemed the easiest path.
"I didn't know it was for you. I didn't know, and I'm sorry."
She laughed as she pulled open the tape.
"Lousy job trying to reseal it. Don't apply to work at Amazon."
She opened the box and took out the lingerie and held it up, showing it to me.
"Sorry," was all I could mutter.
"It's fine. It's just some underwear and a personal care item. You can understand why I didn't want this to come to my house. The Bishop would disapprove."
"You didn't buy that to wear for him?"
Mrs. Barton kept on admiring the skimpy outfit.
"I bought it for myself."
She put down the outfit and looked at me.
"You're familiar with the sacred garments, right?"
I was somewhat familiar. The sacred garments, which are often called magic underwear by non-Mormons, are a bland nylon top and bottom worn by LDS men and women under their clothing.
You had to have gone on a mission or been married in the church to qualify to wear them. I had done neither, nor did I desire to.
"My dad wore them," I replied.
"That's right. He did. Well, they're not very flattering. I do my best to stay in shape. I drop down to my perfect weight after each child, and my tits remain big and appealing. I put in the work. And I like what I get to see, when I look at myself in the mirror."
She lifted her shirt slightly to reveal the unattractive white garment she wore underneath.
"But then I have to put on this thing. It's uncomfortable, not flattering, makes me sweat, and sure as hell isn't sexy."
"You don't have to wear it," I interrupted. "I know lots of faithful people who don't."
"I wear it out of respect for my husband. The Bishop is a good provider. He has his rules, and we all obey them; one is for me to wear my garments. So, I do."
"So why the lingerie?"
"I don't know. It's my tiny bit of rebellion. When I would come here, I'd put on the lingerie, watch my shows, and sometimes use my personal care items."
Personal care? Is she talking about masturbation? I thought to myself.
She was sneaking off to my house to masturbate. My mind was reeling at the thought of this attractive mother of five, in her early forties, masturbating in my house.
"I hope you don't mind, but I keep it all in a drawer in your dad's room. I can't bring it home."
I wanted to race to the dresser and see what was hiding there.
Mrs. Barton held up the sex toy. It looked like a hairbrush with a small rubber circle at the end.
"The toys help me relax; and have a little fun."
I realized I hadn't asked her to explain any of this. She had unloaded. The woman wanted someone to talk to, and without asking me to listen, she was listing her issue with being a traditional wife.
"I'll take everything out of the drawer and throw it away," she said with a hint of shame.
"No, you don't have to do that. I go to the office several times a week. Come over, wear your outfits, watch TV shows, and do whatever you want with the toys."
She looked at me with a grateful smile, not ready to give up this small act of rebellion.
"I can trust you with this secret?" she asked.
"We have been over that," I replied.
Besides, who would I tell? Certainly not The Bishop. Giving her access to my house for her "personal care" time would not endear me to the man.
"Thanks, Ethan, I really need this. Your house has been my sanctuary, and I want to keep it that way."
So, we made our arrangement. She would come over when I was away and do God knows what, while I'd say nothing.
She gave me a tight hug, and I could feel her heavy tits on me. Perhaps it was no different than any other hug she'd given me in the past, but the talk of lingerie, masturbation, and our pact to keep it all a secret, completely sexualized the hug.
When she left, I took the lingerie and toy and ran to my father's room, opening several drawers until I found it; a drawer full of lingerie, each piece more decadent than the other. I also found a variety of sex toys and several bottles of flavored lube.
"Oh, Mrs. Barton," I said aloud, "what have you been up to?"
I felt myself harden and sat back on the bed. I pulled my pants down, slathered on some lube, and began to masturbate. I held up a crotch-less bustier and imagined Mrs. Barton wearing it. I brought the garment to my face, hoping it had not been laundered. It smelled of soap and softener, so no luck.
But my mind was able to create a scent for Mrs. Barton, and in a matter of minutes, I ejaculated into the garment. I probably shouldn't have, but I wanted to share myself with her, and leaving my semen in the crotch of her panties would suffice. Besides, it would disappear when it dried.
Two days later, I was working at my clerkship when my phone alerted me to someone at the door. I opened the app and saw Mrs. Barton coming in. This would undoubtedly be one of her private sessions. My mind raced, and I could not concentrate, thinking of the attractive middle-aged mom who was in my house wearing lingerie and masturbating.
When I returned home, everything was normal. However, I found a note on the bathroom counter and a new pair of lingerie. The note asked me to wash the garment on the delicate setting and hang it to dry.
I picked it up and inhaled. The pair was soiled. I could smell sweat, and as I moved my nose to the gusset of the garment, I smelled her essence. Mrs. Barton's pussy smelled rich with herbs; there was a dark floral smell that reminded me of figs. As the aroma filled my olfactory senses, my cock swelled with blood. I didn't want to clean it. I put my nose deep in the fabric and found it still wet. I inhaled it repeatedly, getting a forbidden rush with each huff.
I obeyed her wishes and put them in the washer. Although I did wonder why she didn't do that herself. Perhaps she was in a rush. I'd ask her the next time I saw her.
It was a Tuesday, my work-at-home day, when I returned from a morning run to smell bacon cooking in the kitchen.
"Mrs. Barton?"
I entered the kitchen to see Mrs. Barton preparing pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
"Happy birthday!" she said, running up and giving me a deep, warm hug.
"Oh, I'm so sweaty from the run," I declared.
Mrs. Barton's comings and goings at my house made the fact that she was randomly making breakfast hardly unusual.
"A little sweat is not going to stop me from giving you a birthday hug."
She held me tight; I could smell her fresh scent, making me more self-conscious about my sweaty body.
"The Bishop took the kids to his mother's house for two days. She's in St. George. I can't stand the woman and draw a hard line against seeing her. Anyway, I saw you take off for a run and wanted to surprise you."
"Well, this is a surprise. So, thank you. I'll take a shower, and I'll eat."
"It's ready now. Eat as you are, and we'll get you showered later."
We'll get you showered?
A slip of the tongue, perhaps? I scolded myself again for thinking untoward thoughts about such a generous person.
"Ok, fine. I'm going to make myself a coffee. I'll pour you some if you want."
"I have a surprise for you," she said, handing me a bag containing a bottle of Bailey's, Vodka, and Kahlua.
"You said this would make coffee taste better."
I looked at the bottles and Mrs. Barton.
"Really? Yeah, this makes for a killer cup of coffee."
"Well, I want to try that killer cup then."
"I don't think The Bishop would approve."
"You can let me worry about The Bishop. Everything I do is for the betterment of my family and our place in the Church, which requires endless work. If I want to enjoy a little coffee with a kick with my friend, I assure you, The Bishop will approve."
"Okay, fine. I understand, and I completely support you. You do so much for me; I'm not even part of your family. You deserve some time for yourself."
"Thank you. So, pour me a cup!"
I poured her a cup of coffee, putting in several ounces of Bailey's and Kahlua.
"Don't forget the vodka," she scolded.
I handed her the mug.
"Sip it. This is stronger than it tastes."
She took the mug, took a sip, and closed her eyes as she swallowed the warm elixir.
"Wow," she whispered.
We sat down and began to eat the magnificent breakfast she had prepared.
"I had a Jewish friend growing up, Shoshona," she began.
"Her dad was a rabbi, so they were very religious, and they were kosher. But there was a fine line. They had a kosher kitchen, but they also had a non-kosher kitchen downstairs."
She sipped the coffee, closing her eyes to enjoy the buzz.
"They followed their religion, but there were times when they stepped outside the strict rules and had a little fun. Like maybe pizza with pork sausage and other things that were not even close to kosher. They would cook non-kosher meals downstairs. Being the good little Mormon girl I was, I asked how they could justify this. The Rabbi reminded me that religion is complicated. No one is perfect, and we all stray from the path now and again."
She hesitated, then continued her story.
"He chose to have an un-kosher kitchen downstairs so they could bend the rules a little and have fun. But when it came to family and the ways of Torah, they always had the kosher kitchen."
"So, they used a second kitchen to cheat on their faith," I said with a condescending laugh.
"They used it to taste the forbidden fruit, and that kept their faith strong."
She took a long drink of her spiked coffee, savored it, and looked around.
"This is my un-kosher kitchen."
"Well, your kitchen isn't kosher either."
"No, I mean your house. It's where I can come and bend the rules a little. It's where I can let down my hair and not be the More Mom."
"You've heard that?"
"More Mom? Oh, yeah, I know they say that. Kristi, Sara, all my LDS moms, I know they call me that."
"Perhaps they're just jealous because of everything you have going for you. Perfect family, important husband; "
"I know they're being catty, but I kind of like the title. More Mom. If I'm making the other moms jealous, I must be doing something right."
"More is always better in my book," I added.
"I know, right? Like, let's have more fun coffee!"
"I just hope The Bishop never finds out because he's got my future in his hands."
"What happens in the non-kosher kitchen stays in the non-kosher kitchen, Ethan."
With that, Mrs. Barton tussled my hair and finished her spiked coffee.
"The non-kosher kitchen," I replied with a smile. "I like that."
"Such a smart young man. You're going to make a woman very happy someday. Now, how about a refill?"
She stood up with a slight wobble.
"Maybe you space it out a little."
She spotted a new Amazon box that had just arrived and tore it open with the excitement of a child on Christmas day.
"Oh yes, it's my red bodysuit! Oh, I can't wait to try this on. Look at those roses embroidered on it."
She held up the lingerie, a transparent mesh one-piece outfit in red. There were cutouts for the tits, the crotch was open, and there was no fabric other than a bow on the backside.
"You like?"
I sure as hell did and nodded my head.
"You want me to try it on? I so want to try it on."
"Well, you can try it in my dad's old room. Plenty of privacy there."
She took the lingerie and headed out with excitement.
"Bring me a fresh cup of non-kosher coffee when you come up."
"Come up?"
"Well, I can't come down with this thing on, so if you want to see it, you'll have to come up."
With that, I heard her rushing up the stairs. I went to the coffee maker and refilled her mug, then added the three liquors and realized my hand was shaking. She had just invited me upstairs to model lingerie. Or maybe I misheard. That's it; I must have misunderstood her.
I ascended the stairs and arrived at the master suite to find the door closed.
I knocked.
"Mrs. Barton. I brought up another cup of coffee. You want me to leave it here?"
"Bring it in," she said.
I steeled myself, ready to see her in that red lingerie. My heart pounded as I opened the door and.
She was in the master bathroom, which was off the master bedroom.
"You did not tell me that coffee makes you poop," she said from beyond the door.
"Yeah, it can have that effect."
I felt both let down and relieved. I sat on the bed and examined the lingerie, trying to imagine her wearing it.
I heard the toilet flush, and she emerged from the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"I never poop outside of my home. Never. I need to take a shower now."
"A shower? Now?"
"I always take a shower after I poop. It's a cleanliness issue. I've trained myself to poop each morning before The Bishop wakes, and then I take my morning shower. I like to be clean down there in case The Bishop needs me to perform my wifely duties."
"Wow, you really are the More Mom."
She picked up her second coffee and began to drink it. I felt bummed because I was enjoying my morning with her and didn't want her to leave to take a shower.
"Hey," she said, giving me a playful whack, "I like to be clean. What's wrong with that?"
"Why don't you take a shower here?"
As soon as I spoke, I could feel how awkward it sounded.
But she didn't even flinch at the idea and drank more coffee.
"Look to see if your dad left any good shampoo."
I frantically opened the bathroom cupboard and rummaged through countless bottles of shampoo. Why my dad had so many shampoos remains an eternal mystery.
Um, there's Head and Shoulders, a bottle of Suave peach shampoo, and this, looks expensive; Biolage Hydra source shampoo.
"That's one I use," she said. "That's the one I need."
I handed her the bottle. She looked at me with a long, hard stare to ensure we understood each other.
"Non-kosher kitchen," she said.
"Non-kosher kitchen," I confirmed.
"Now, turn around and head back to the bedroom."
I just stood there, and I'm sure my face betrayed my disappointment.
"If you thought I'd give you a free shower show, you were sadly mistaken."
"Me? What? No?" I said in a panic. Again, I had red the room wrong.
"I'll wait downstairs."
"Just sit on the bed and close the bathroom door halfway so I can have some privacy, and we can talk."
I obediently followed her instructions, closing the door halfway, blocking my view of the shower.
She turned on the water, and I heard her step into the shower and close the door. Perhaps she wanted me to join her. Still sweaty and needing a shower, I stood up, walked to the door, and hesitated.
"So, when was the last time you went to church?" she asked.
"Other than my dad's funeral, not since undergrad. About five years."
"Oh, you're a bad boy. Would you like to join us at church? I'm sure The Bishop would be happy to see you there."
The last thing I wanted was to attend church. Not only had I left the LDS faith, but I had also lost my belief in a higher power. However, it was impossible to say no to her, and earning brownie points with The Bishop would be beneficial.
"Um, sure. Of course."
"Great, next Sunday, you'll join my family. We go to church in the morning and return home for a big meal. Of course, The Bishop has to go to the Temple in the afternoon.
The LDS temples were sacred and only open to members of the faith in good standing. While Mrs. Barton was qualified to attend the temple in the afternoon, her children could not, until they had completed their mission. As a traditional wife, she would stay home to care for her family.
"Tell me about law school." She asked from the shower. "You know, I didn't even ask if you had a girlfriend or something."
"No girlfriend. I did, but she left the school, and it ended."
"Well, now that you're almost in the real world. There'll be a lot of opportunities."
"I'm just focusing on my career right now. If someone comes along, that's great, but job prospects are my focus."
"Smart boy. That's why you want to keep The Bishop happy. He knows everyone. I had to beg him to give you this clerkship."
"Really? Doesn't he like me?"
"Not you; he wasn't a big fan of your father. I mean, he was very sad when he died. But they didn't get along very well. I was kind of the buffer between them."
"My dad always spoke well of you. He said you were the only person I should trust."
"He said that about me? My God, how nice is that? I miss him."
I could hear the shower turn off and the door slide open.
"I guess I owe you for making The Bishop take me on," I said. "I'd be screwed without this internship."
Mrs. Barton came out of the bathroom wearing my dad's old bathrobe.
"Fucked. You can say the big boy words here in the non-kosher kitchen."
"I'd be fucked," I repeated.
Mrs. Barton giggled and drank the rest of her spiked coffee, then came over and sat on the bed near me, her back propped up on the pillows, and let out a relaxing sigh.
"I love this. Just letting my hair down and having some innocent fun. I don't believe God would mind. Even though The Bishop and the kids are gone, I can't do this at home. I'd feel so filthy."
"Well, if this big old empty house can serve as your private haven," I said, "then I'm glad I still have it. I hope my being here this summer doesn't mess that up."
She sat up and leaned over to pick up the Amazon box.
"On the contrary, I love having someone to break the rules with."
She held up the lingerie and examined it.
"What do you think? Be honest. Is it trashy?"
"What are you going for?"
"Someone trashy who is not the More Mom," she replied flatly.
"Yeah, it's fucking trashy. But it's super sexy. I think it's great."
"How about you try it on for me?" she said matter-of-factly.
I froze. My heart began to race and I could hear my pulse in my ears.
"You want me to try it on? But it's women's lingerie."
"Please. I really want to see how it looks on a person. For me?"
She made an adorable pouting face.
"I don't know”
"After all I did for you. Can't you do me this small favor?"
"But The Bishop; " I said, trying to look for an out.
"Non-kosher kitchen. What we cook in this house stays here. Just give me a little fashion show."
She threw me the red lingerie. I held it up; it was sheer, lacy, and very sexy. There were no cups for tits, and the crotch was an open slit.
"I haven't taken a shower yet. I'm sweaty. I don't want to mess up your outfit."
"That's fine."
I had run out of excuses. There was a part of me that felt like she was daring me. So, I decided to accept the challenge.
I took off my shirt as she watched.
"I don't want to stretch it out," I said, looking for her to stop this.
"I'll get another."
I looked at the lingerie, unsure how to get it on.
"You step into it, put your legs in the leg holes, and then raise the bra and straps over your arms."
I was still wearing my running shorts, so I attempted to step into the lingerie with them on.
"No. Take off those shorts. Stop being such a prude and do this right."
I pulled my shorts down and stepped out, now only wearing some red Lulu Lemon briefs. My hands were shaking as I pulled them down. I turned away from her so that when I pulled down my underwear, she could only see my ass.
I had been sporting an erection off and on for the past 30 minutes. Since I was turned away from her, I was glad she didn't see my cock flop out angrily.
I heard her gasp and realized I was standing in front of a dressing mirror, and she had witnessed every inch of my grand entrance.
I quickly stepped into the bodysuit lingerie and pulled it up. It might be humiliating to wear women's lingerie, but at least I'd be clothed.
Pulling it up my torso, I put the straps over my arms. The two openings for women's tits looked odd. Of course, with no tits, it was just my flat chest.
But when I looked down, there was my cock hanging between my legs through the open crotch of the outfit. I stood there, embarrassed beyond belief.
"Turn around."
I don't know why, but I obeyed.
"Are you blushing? Oh, my God, why? You look great. Know what? You look like Tim Curry in Rocky Horror. You do!"
I turned away from her and could now see myself in the dressing mirror. There I was, six foot one, wearing a too-small women's one-piece open-tit crotch-less outfit with my cock and balls hanging free.
"Oh my God, your ass is perfect. I'm so jealous; it's tighter than mine."
I backed up and sat on the bed trying to cover my erection.
"Can I take this off now?" I asked. Not that I needed permission, but it sure felt like I did.
"Come up here next to me. Come on."
She patted the bed next to her, and I moved to her side, still wearing my dad's bathrobe while I remained in her lingerie.
"Wow, I can understand why the Church says no to coffee and liquor," she said, "look what it made us do."
She knew as well as I did that this had nothing to do with the spirits.
"What are we doing, Mrs. Barton? I don't know if I understand your game."
"Mrs. Barton? Really? I told you to call me Amanda. We're both adults."
"What are we doing, Amanda?"
"Are you upset with me?" she asked.
"Frustrated."
She leaned over and laid her head on my chest looking down my body directly at my erection.
"You smell so wild. It's almost animal-like."
"I need a shower," I replied.
"You need to relax. Can I help you relax?"
She kept her head on my chest, looking at my cock, which bobbed with each beat of my heart then brought her right hand down and gripped it.
Her hands were cool, and her touch felt great against the heat of my cock shaft.
At last!
This woman had been taunting me for days. But we were finally getting somewhere. I closed my eyes, and she stroked my cock, eliciting a long, drawn-out groan from me.
"There's a good boy. Let Mandy help you relax."
She lay her head on my chest, looking down at my cock as she masturbated it.
I wasn't sure if I should try to kiss her or push her head down to take me in her mouth.
I decided to do nothing and just enjoy the moment.
She gripped my cock tight, moving the elastic flesh up and down. My skin was salty from the run, and despite the enjoyment of receiving a hand job, I could feel my flesh chafing.
She felt it too and rolled to the right, opened the bedside drawer, and took out a bottle of cherry-scented lube, which she slathered on my cock and resumed masturbating me.
I looked down; my cock glistened and slurped as she was able to move her hand up and down the entire shaft with silky ease.
She swirled her hand, then moved into quick jerks and brought her other hand in and grasped my balls, squeezing them tight. I brought my hand to her head and began to run my fingers through her hair.
I felt like I needed to participate. She could sense my breath quickening and held my cock at the hilt with one hand while she stroked with the other. As her pace quickened, I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
I gave out an involuntary groan, and she knew I was close. The spongy underside of my cock was swollen, and my balls grew deep red. We could both feel my ejaculation beginning. She gripped my balls with her hand tightly.
"Let's see how much cum you have."
With that, she released my balls and gently massaged them. Whatever that trick was, the rush of cum created a sensation of euphoria and relief.
I fired off a long rope of thick cum that landed on my chest, soaking the red lingerie. A second rope of cum was even more substantial, and some of it landed in her hair. The third rope of cum hit her face, and the next two continued to soil the lingerie.
Despite being hit with semen, she never moved and continued to masturbate me slowly and see just how much remnant cum she could coax from my balls.
The pressure was relieved, and the remaining cum bubbled up from my cock and ran down across her hands. She gently pumped me until nothing was left.
Taking a finger to clean the semen from her face, she put the finger in her mouth to taste my ejaculate, like a chef seeing if the sauce was just right.
She looked up at me with a smile.
"You're one healthy boy. It's been a while since I've seen that much cum. It tastes perfect."
"I've never tasted it."
"Healthy semen tastes like a slightly salty mushroom with a hint of ammonia. But never unpleasant. You have excellent semen."
She rubbed her finger in a thick glob of my semen, then brought it to my mouth.
"No, thank you," I said, uninterested in tasting my sauce.
"No, try it. It's perfect. And so much of it, too."
"Mrs. Barton, I mean Amanda, should we talk about what just happened?"
She crawled up next to me, so we were almost face to face.
"Did you like that, Ethan?"
"I did. But”
"I liked it too," She said, interrupting me. "I want to keep doing this. And more."
"Well, that's just it. What was this?"
"That was a test. I wanted to see if you could follow my instructions. I don't have many rules, but I need you to follow the few I lay down for you."
"What kind of rules?"
I want to spend a lot of time with you this summer. I want us to share our bodies. I want us to make love. Often.
"You want to sleep with me?"
"We'll make love whenever I want, which can be often. You may not make love to any other woman for the rest of the summer. You are not to masturbate without my permission. Don't worry, you won't need to, I'll keep you satisfied.
Was this really happening? This was Mrs. Barton, the More Mom, telling me how many ways she would please me as her sexual partner.
There was more.
To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.
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