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  • Guarding Tara: Part 2
    Guarding Tara: Part 2
    Commandos attack by land and water.
    Based on a post by The_Kansan. Listen to the
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    I pulled up the covers and tucked her in.

    Silently, I got up and put my boxers back on before heading to the

    kitchen. The house was dark, save for the dim, flickering light
    coming from the fireplace. I didn't turn on any lights, as moving
    through the darkness had always felt natural to me, comforting.
    Probably how cockroaches feel. Anyway, it was after midnight and I
    wanted to get an early start on the new day's beer ration. As I drank
    my beer, I thought about what I had just done with my buddy's
    daughter. Yes, she was an adult, now, and yes, she had wanted this as
    much as I had. But would either of those things matter to Jason? I
    hoped I hadn't destroyed a friendship that spanned multiple decades.

    I put more wood on the fire and stood in the middle of the living

    room, staring out the big bay windows, finishing off my beer as I
    looked down the long driveway. The thunderstorm had passed but the
    moon was still hidden by clouds. In the kitchen, I pulled a second
    beer from the fridge, set it on the counter and picked up my phone. I
    took a quick photo of the bottle and sent it to Frank with a text:
    "Wish you were here!"

    Halfway through the beer, Frank's reply buzzed my phone.

    "Me, too, ass hole!"

    I made a mental note to take him a couple beers when I went to

    check on him later. The empty bottles went into the trash and I
    returned to the bedroom. For a long while, I just stood beside the
    bed, watching the beautiful young woman asleep on it. Of all the
    women that had been in my bed, Tara was the only one I cared about.
    The only one I actually loved. I stealthily slipped back in bed and
    drew the covers up. Though not awake, Tara moved toward me like a
    plant moving toward sunlight, snuggling in close. I put my arm around
    her, kissed her forehead softly. No way would I let anyone harm her.

    I awoke to Tara's sweet lips on mine, kissing me, sucking at my

    mouth. I kissed her back, then rolled out of bed and headed for the
    bathroom.

    "Toothpaste!" I cried out over my shoulder. "I need

    toothpaste and a shower."

    Tara giggled and lay back on the bed, stretched out morning

    muscles as she sprawled there, naked. In the bathroom, I took care of
    the usual stuff, then turned on the shower. Tara walked in behind me
    and sat on the toilet while I waited on the hot water. I leaned down
    to kiss her with my minty fresh mouth as she tinkled. She reached out
    and stroked my cum encrusted cock as she kissed me back.

    "That sure is a big shower, Uncle Gabriel."

    Yes, it certainly was. We showered together, washed each other

    amid almost constant kissing. I sucked her titties and massaged her
    cuntlips and clit; Tara sucked my cock and massaged my balls.

    I fucked her from behind for a while, until her legs were close to

    giving out, then turned her around and pressed her into a corner,
    lifted her right leg and screwed her until we both came. As I pumped
    another load into her tight, delicious pussy, I realized how easily
    Tara could become an addiction for me.

    By mid-morning we had eaten, screwed again in the kitchen, and

    went outside for a hike in the woods. With Frank on overwatch, I felt
    secure enough to leave the rifle behind, opting instead for my BFR 45
    70 revolver in a chest rig, and a Walther PPQ 45 on my hip, for
    backup.

    “Hey, there are bears in these parts. Doesn't hurt to be

    prepared, right?” Tara sucked me off in the woods, but didn't
    want to fuck because of her fear of spiders.

    Damn right I pulled out my cock and let her suck it; I ain't

    afraid of spiders.

    We had Reubens and fries for lunch. I made a couple more for

    Frank. Tara caught up with me on the day's beer rations as I had
    switched to water. Tara was a very pleasant conversationalist and
    lunch was a very nice change from my typical solo meals.

    After cleaning up, I packed the sandwiches, several miscellaneous

    snack goodies, six bottles of water, and two beers for Frank.

    "Beast to Overwatch, sit rep, over," I said into a

    small, hand-held 2-way radio.

    "Overwatch to Beast, dude, you live by a seriously boring

    piece of asphalt," Frank replied over the radio. "This shit
    is deader than week old road kill."

    "Cool," I returned, "Heading your way to resupply,

    rally at the turnoff, over."

    "Roger that, see you in a few."

    I clipped the radio to my waist and turned to gear back up. Tara

    stared at me, a dubious expression on her face.

    "What?"

    "Beast?" she asked. "Your hoo-ah hoo-ah

    Army nickname is Beast?" I threw my palms up and shrugged.

    "Well, it was either going to be that, or You Asshole,

    which, has like, three times as many syllables. Conciser is nicer."

    Tara shook her head and grabbed up Frank's care package.

    "Come on, Uncle Beast. Frank will be wanting these."

    Tara put her hand on my shoulder and got me moving toward the door.

    Outside, I removed the tarp from one of the ATV got on and fired

    it up. Tara got on behind me and after letting the engine warm up, we
    headed up the driveway toward the county blacktop. We stopped just
    short of the gate that secured the driveway and dismounted. Across
    the road, Frank was coming down from the adjacent high ground. Almost
    to the road, he slung his rifle and waved. We waved back and I
    gestured toward the woods to my right. We gathered in the shade under
    the tall firs and Frank gave Tara a big hug.

    "Dang, girl," Frank said, looking her over with an

    appreciative eye, "you done went and got all growed up."

    Tara sighed and shrugged. "Well, Uncle Frank, it wouldn't be

    such a shock if you came for visits more often."

    Hearing Tara call him Uncle Frank had a strange effect on

    me, not jealousy, but something I couldn't quite determine. Growing
    up, she had called all of her dad's Army buddies 'Uncle', a title we
    had all happily shared. Perhaps that was the source of my discomfort.
    I no longer wanted to share her. We sat near a low, bushy cedar and
    talked while Frank got busy with a sandwich and beer.

    "As of last contact," Frank mumbled through a

    half-filled mouth, "the plan is to cut the head off the snake.
    Emmett's already calling in some operators to put together a team,
    and Kyle is gathering intel and working up a mission plan."

    "Any leads on why one of Tara's security guys was part of the

    crew sent to get her?" I asked. Frank took a swig from his beer
    and shook his head.

    "Not, yet," he replied. "But we might have a guy

    working that. Remember Tony Coletti?" I nodded. "Well, Kyle
    and Tony stayed in touch since we got out. Tony's a big time computer
    nerd, software engineer, hacker geek, or something. Kyle got the
    guy's phone number from Jason and somehow he's backtracking through
    call logs."

    "Alright, bro," I said, standing up and offering my hand

    to Tara. "We're going to head back, I guess. Rally tomorrow on
    the other side of the drive, an hour earlier. In the meantime,
    anything you need, call me. Frank stood up and held out his arms
    toward Tara.

    "All I need right now is another hug from our girl,"

    Frank said, grinning wide.

    Tara stepped up to him and gave him a hug. He held on longer than

    I liked.

    "Come on, Trouble," I told her, "let's go get that

    boat ride off our 'to do' list."

    Tara broke the hug and raced off toward the ATV.

    I reached out, shook my old buddy's hand. "Thanks for doing

    this."

    Frank nodded. "Thanks for the Reubens."



    Tara ran across the yard toward the boat. Having spent way too

    much on the high-end bass boat, I ended up with an aluminum carport
    in place of a proper boathouse. With a few modifications, the carport
    was anchored to the South side of my dock, and the twenty-one foot
    bass boat was trapped and held snugly in place by eight moor lines.
    Overkill, I know, but I wasn't about to let wind and rough water slam
    my overpriced toy around like a drunken prom queen.

    Next to it on the dock, Tara was jumping up and down like an

    excited teenager, waiting for me.

    I took my time getting there, enjoying the sight of her titties

    bouncing beneath her T-shirt. Thinking about what I wanted to do to
    her out on the lake was giving me a chubby.

    The one-hour boat ride I had planned ended up being almost three.

    She insisted on sucking my cock, first, to help get me in the mood,
    she said. Honestly, I'd been in the mood all day, but I wasn't stupid
    enough to pass on a blowjob.

    I cut the motor and we drifted while Tara went to work on my cock,

    sucking and throating me without mercy, fondling my balls. I watched
    her head bobbing up and down on me, felt her tongue swirl side to
    side on the bottom of my shaft. She was amazing, and with the waves
    gently rocking the boat, it felt like a perfect moment, frozen in
    time.

    I came hard in her sexy mouth, spewing salty ropes of my seed

    against the back of her throat. Tara greedily took every drop as she
    pumped my shaft with both hands, determined to drain me.

    Getting up from the swivel captain's seat, I stood her up and

    pulled off her T-shirt. Braless, her perfect tits were on full
    display. I kissed her hotly, groped her titties like a lust-crazed
    sex maniac. Roughly, I unfastened her shorts and yanked them down,
    along with her panties. I hurriedly guided her onto her back, lying
    her on the carpeted compartment lids that made up the front half of
    the boat's deck. Pushing her legs apart, I wasted little time
    pressing my mouth against her already soaked cunny. I ate her out
    like a man who was helplessly in love, whose sole mission in life was
    to inflict as much pleasure upon her as possible. She moaned and
    thrust her pussy at my tongue, tightened her body and trembled at
    every orgasm, and when she could endure no more, she pulled
    desperately on me, to move up and fuck her.

    I paused to suck her sensitive titties, first, nibbling at her

    long nipples, sucking and nipping them with my teeth. Tara took hold
    of my head with both hands and again pulled at me, trying to get me
    into position.

    "No more teasing," she panted, our lips touching. "I

    need you to fuck me, Gabriel. Please don't make me beg you."

    I kissed her hard, slid my tongue into her mouth and drove my cock

    all the way into her tight, wet cunt in a single thrust. She moaned
    forcefully into my mouth, then wrapped her sexy legs around my waist.
    I knew what she wanted, what her body needed. Feverishly, I slammed
    hard and fast into her, nibbled and sucked at her neck while mauling
    her tits with my hand.

    When she started coming, I briefly wondered if her cries of

    ecstasy could be heard across the lake, or on the mountainside where
    Frank was sitting as overwatch. In that moment, though, it really
    didn't matter. Her pussy felt so fucking good, so inescapable, I
    couldn't stop pounding it even if her father was sitting behind me,
    watching.

    We continued on like that for a while, then repositioned for some

    frenzied doggy-style action.

    She yelled and gasped, slapped the deck with her palms and

    quivered uncontrollably.

    When I eventually came in her, I was drenched in sweat and near

    collapse. When my orgasm finally began to wane, I pulled my cock out
    of her overflowing pussy and lay down next to her, gasping for air.
    She rolled to her side and kissed me, despite my huffing and puffing.

    "I haven't really thanked you for saving my life," she

    said softly, caressing my face with her delicate fingers, then
    kissing me, again. "I hope you know how much I love you,
    Gabriel. How much I'm in love with you."

    Even in its current state of oxygen deprivation, my brain snapped

    back to reality upon hearing her words. I pressed my forehead to
    hers.

    "I love you, too, Tara. More than

    you'll probably ever know."


    She kissed me, then looked deep into my

    eyes. "In that case," she began, "you'll probably have
    to show me."

    If it hadn't been for thirst and hunger, we likely would have

    stayed out on the lake until dark. Tara wanted to sit on my lap and
    fuck me on the way back to the dock, but I was still too spent.

    If I had been nineteen, again, no problem. But I was a forty-three

    year-old trying to satisfy an insatiable twenty year-old woman. I
    already knew I was in for a long night.

    With the boat secure in its little carport boathouse, we walked

    arm in arm to the cabin. We skipped the beer and went straight for
    the Gatorade. We showered together, but without sex. Okay, maybe a
    lot of kissing, fingering, and stroking, but no fucking. Perhaps we
    were both saving up for a long night.

    After a light dinner of tossed salad, tomato soup, and grilled ham

    and cheese sandwiches, I lit a new fire in the fireplace and we
    snuggled close on the sofa. For a long while, we sat in silence,
    content to be together, kissing and touching. It was me who broke the
    quiet.

    "Tara, did you really mean what you said, earlier?"

    "Of course I did," she replied. "I always mean what

    I say." She paused, then continued. "What statement of mine
    are you talking about?"

    "The one about you being in love with me." Tara moved

    over to sit on my lap, facing me.

    "Oh, that statement. Yes. I am definitely, one-hundred

    percent, totally, madly in love with you, Gabriel Martin Stone."
    I was stunned that she knew my middle name, but I knew better than to
    ask how she knew it. "Want me to prove it?" she asked. I
    wrapped my arms around her waist, smiled and nodded. Tara stood up
    and took my hand, then led me to the bedroom. My long night was about
    to begin.

    The way she made love to me was more settled, somehow. Less

    frenetic and more loving. She was gentle, as if savoring every
    sensation, and focused on giving me pleasure.

    I matched her, poured my love into her, praying she could know

    what was in my heart as we slow-fucked and kissed. Our acts of love
    went far into the night, and like the previous night.

    I went to the kitchen once she had fallen asleep. This time,

    however, I stood in my living room drinking a bottle of water. I
    hadn't been there long when I heard my phone buzz on the kitchen
    counter behind me. It was Frank. I answered the call.

    "Okay, bro," Frank began in a whisper, "we got

    action, front. Two vehicles. Two four-man teams, moving to your
    twenty. Four left, four right. One driver staying back in each
    vehicle. What's the play?"

    I was already rushing to the bedroom. "The play is we kill

    the fuckers. Give them five minutes to get well into the kill zone,
    then take out the drivers. Get their keys and move in on your four
    from behind, you take the West side of the driveway, I'll take the
    East side."

    "Copy that," Frank said, "drivers in five, then

    sweep West."

    I dressed and geared up quickly, grabbed my Walther, three

    additional mags, and a 22 rifle I had suppressed with a long, custom
    can. Unsure if the men moving toward the cabin were equipped with
    night vision, I slipped out the back door and moved around to the
    southeast side of the cabin. I took up a good spot, about fifty yards
    out in the treeline. That was the moment I saw the boats. Rowing in
    silently, two inflatables were approaching my dock. I scoped them
    with the infrared optic on the 22. Each boat carried six men. I
    covered the face of my phone so no light would get out, then texted
    this new development to Frank.

    Frank texted back, "Roger, coming in hot." A few seconds

    later I heard two distant, muffled shots, a second apart. I decided
    that the best time to engage the jolly pirates was now, while they
    were still in tight groups on the water. A.22 is not a hard-hitter,
    but with subsonic ammo and a decent can, it's a very stealthy weapon
    with almost no recoil, which was what I needed for rapid, accurate
    follow-up shots.

    From my line of sight, the six heads in each boat were closely

    aligned. Nice. Seven rounds fired, six heads ventilated. The guys in
    the other boat succumbed to panic and chaos. The two in front fired
    wildly in my general direction, and one jumped off the back of their
    boat into the water.

    Thwack! Thwack!

    The shooters in front were retired. The middle pair and the guy in

    the back started paddling like crazy, trying to get to the other side
    of the dock to get some cover.

    Thwack! Thwack!; Thwack!

    Boat number 2 was clear, but I still had one in the water. Having

    made it to the dock, he was staying low, moving around the dock
    toward my boat. Oh, hell no, I thought, jumping up and running to a
    new position.

    Thwack!

    Problem solved, time to reload. As I did just that, I heard men

    shouting in the tree line, excited. The shouts were soon followed by
    the distinctive sounds of Frank's slightly muffled, large caliber AR.
    Gunfire erupted on both sides of the driveway. I handled the four on
    my side of the driveway, Frank handled his four. It was over in a few
    seconds. I met Frank on the driveway and we went around to each body,
    confirming that the threat had been eliminated. We gathered guns and
    ammo, but found no IDs or cell phones.

    "Goddamn, man," Frank beamed. "We got, like what,

    sixteen of these fuckheads? What do you want to do with them?"

    I looked at one of the bodies, then out at the lake. "Fish

    gotta eat, too, right?"



    I awoke to the sensation of Tara's fingernails gently raking

    through the hairs on my chest. I opened a sleepy eye and looked over
    at her. On her side, she was busy studying me, smiling.

    "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a silken

    whisper. "I must be taking a toll on you, dear. It's almost
    eight."

    It was after four that morning when I had showered and slipped

    back into bed without waking her. She reached down and took full
    control of my morning wood. Scooting in close, she nibbled at my
    earlobe, whispered in my ear. "Time to get up, darling."

    The days and nights with Tara passed far too quickly, each filled

    with hugs and kisses, snuggles and cuddles by the fire, hikes and
    boat rides, and a ridiculous amount of sex. It seemed we were
    addicted to it, like teenage newlyweds. If the cliché is true,
    that time flies when you're having fun, our time was flying by with a
    rocket up its ass.

    On the eighth day, as Tara and I were fixing another supply

    package for Frank, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Frank, saying,
    "Heading your way. Mission complete." It was a good thing,
    to be sure, but my heart sank when I read the message.

    "Gabriel, what is it?" Tara asked.

    I handed her my phone and she read the text. She looked up at me

    and I could tell by her expression that she was as dumbstruck as I
    was.

    She stepped in close and wrapped her arms around me, squeezed me

    tight. "What does this mean? Does it mean I have to go home,
    now?" I held her face and looked into her eyes.

    "It just means that the threat has been taken care of,"

    I answered. "Let's talk to Frank and get some details, okay?"
    Tara nodded. We kissed and went out on the porch to wait on Frank,
    each of us grappling with our own thoughts.

    When Frank arrived on foot down the driveway carrying all of his

    gear, we greeted him and sat down to talk. Frank explained that the
    seven-man assault team put together by Emmett and Jason had gone to
    Guatemala and disposed of Enrico Zavala's brother, Jorge, who was
    responsible for the attacks.

    "Well," I said, looking over at Tara, "I guess

    that's good news, right?"

    Tara shrugged and looked down at her lap. "Yeah, of course,"

    she replied, no cheer in her voice. "It's good."

    Frank studied her expression closely, tried to read it, then

    looked over at me. I knew what was running through his mind, and he
    was right.

    "Damn straight it's good news," he asserted, "but

    it ain't the big news. Ready to have your brains explode?"

    We nodded and Frank continued. "Tony put the puzzle together

    on your rogue security asshole. Gabe, he was fucking Andrea."
    Tara gaspe

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  • Guarding Tara: Part 1
    Guarding Tara: Part 1
    A Daughter of privilege learns the value of
    vigilance, and the sexiness of valor.
    Based on a post by The_Kansan. Listen to the
    ►Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    I glanced at the caller ID on my phone, answered the call.

    "Hey, Cap, what's the occasion?" I asked. The caller was

    an old Army buddy of mine, Jason Lang. He made it to Captain, served
    six and got out. I did the whole twenty before getting out. We stayed
    tight throughout it all, us and a few of the guys from our old unit.
    Jason went back to college, got his master's in Political Science and
    was elected Governor seven years ago. Talk about riding a meteor.
    That was a hell of a victory party, what I remember of it, anyway.
    When you're hungover for three days, you know it was a hell of a
    party.

    "Gabriel!" came the voice at the other end. "You

    picked up, so I assume you're back stateside."

    "Been back three days, now," I returned.

    "How was it?"

    "Ah, you know. Same shit, different faces." Eighteen

    days in fucking El Salvador. Pretty ladies, but a seriously fucked up
    culture and politics. Their normal ain't my normal, that's for damn
    sure. We did our recon, gathered intel, and dealt with the target.
    I'm just happy I didn't get the squirts this time.

    "Well, my friend," Jason replied, "I'm glad you're

    back safe."

    "Thanks, Cap," I said. "Is everything cool? I know

    you're crazy busy most of the time." The phone was quiet for a
    few seconds.

    "Yeah, probably," he began, "but the whole

    'father's paranoia' thing is messing with me."

    "Did something happen to Tara?" I asked, concerned. Tara

    was Jason's only child, now twenty. Throughout her childhood, I was
    always Uncle Gabe to her, a role that I cherished. Women in
    my life came and went, none feeling right for any kind of lasting
    relationship, so Tara was probably the closest thing to a daughter
    that I'll ever have in my life.

    "No; no. It's just, Gabe, I hate like hell to ask this, I

    know you just got back;"

    "No worries," I interrupted, "I'm already getting

    bored. What's the issue?"

    "Well, you know how frustrated she's been the last few years

    about being the Governor's kid, right?"

    "Oh, yes," I chuckled, "she's been very clear about

    her feelings on the matter."

    "That's a nice way of putting things," Jason continued.

    "So, she's got this new boyfriend, now, kinda light in the ass
    if you ask me, but I'm not the one who has to hang out with him.
    Still I think boot camp would help him grow up.”

    I chuckled, but Jason moved on to his point; “Anyway, she

    got it in her head that she and Pee-Wee want to go camping; like
    normal people, she says; and threw a tantrum over ditching her
    security detail. Gabe, it's not a good time for any of us to be
    without security, right now. I got several death threats for refusing
    to pardon Enrico Zavala, and these dickheads are highly insane and
    unpredictable." True. Guatemalan drug lords may talk a lot of
    shit, but on any given Tuesday they can send a wagon load of shit to
    your front porch.

    "So, how'd the conversation play out?"

    "Well, she's got a lot of her mother in her," Jason

    explained.

    "Meaning you lost?" I asked, even though I knew the

    answer. Tara's mom, Donna, was Jason's first wife. Donna always won
    their disagreements. Always. Donna was as brilliant as she was
    beautiful, and that's saying a lot. Jason lost her to cancer five
    years back.

    "Yeah," he confessed, "I lost. She said she's an

    adult, now, and can pretty much decide things for herself. She and
    her man-child are heading off tomorrow to some double-top-secret
    campsite, someplace remote where her security team can't stop by to
    check on her."

    "Is there such a place," I laughed.

    "Hell, no. But, if I do send them in and she spots them, she

    will lose her fucking mind and I'll never hear the end of it."

    "So, what you need is a security team of one, someone who

    won't be spotted." I didn't need to see Jason's face to know he
    was smiling.

    "Gabe, that's exactly what I need."



    Tara and her boyfriend left the Governor's estate around nine

    o'clock the next morning. I followed his pickup from a discreet
    distance as they drove odd patterns all over the city, presumably to
    see if her security team was behind them. Before hitting the highway,
    they stopped at Walmart for last minute goodies. I made good use of
    the time to put a magnetic tracker in his wheel well. From that point
    on, it was a simple matter to follow them, staying a couple miles
    behind the boyfriend's truck.

    When Tara told her father she planned to go someplace remote, she

    was serious. In a state park, they turned off the paved road onto a
    very rough, seldom used dirt path that led straight into the heart of
    some heavily forested, somewhat rough terrain. I held back as they
    crawled through the woods in his little Toyota truck, taking nearly
    an hour to go the six miles to their campsite. When I saw that the
    tracker had stopped, I moved forward in my Jeep.

    Three miles out, I stopped and set up early warning sensors on

    trees that flanked the road, and a mile later I began placing a
    series of trail cams in quarter-mile intervals. A mile from their
    camp, I found a slight break in the trees where I could back my
    Wrangler a few hundred feet off the trail.

    I pulled my gear from the back and draped the vehicle with a camo

    net and some fallen branches. In a spot that was clear of overhead
    foliage, I set out my second-favorite toy, a quiet running drone with
    remarkable range, a kick-ass zoom and infrared ability. Already in my
    tactical clothing, I geared up with an ammo belt and mag holders,
    vest, helmet and tactical pack. I grabbed my rifle, my favorite toy,
    and headed out. Paralleling the trail but staying well away from it,
    I moved in on their campsite, stopping two hundred yards out. Their
    pickup was parked where a fallen pine log impeded any further vehicle
    access. A marvelous small clearing was just 120 feet uphill. That was
    where they were busy.

    Setting up their tent seemed to be challenging, but they were

    determined to have a place to play in. By late afternoon the tent was
    up, fully stocked with their nighttime necessities, and the boyfriend
    actually set up a campfire worthy of photographing for a scouting
    handbook. I was already in my woodland ghillie suit. It made me look
    like a swamp monster if I stood up, but when prone I looked like a
    clump of grass and tree roots. I had done system checks on the trail
    cams by the time they were cooking hot dogs over the fire, Tara
    having declared her ultimate defiance of decorum by stripping naked,
    except for her hiking boots.

    For some time, I watched them, marveling at how my little Tara had

    grown up. Her silky, brunette hair was long and luxurious, a perfect
    match for her lovely, brown-eyed girl-next-door face. Toned and
    graceful, she was a joy to behold. Tara's natural C-cup tits were
    pert and fabulously placed, with no discernible sag, yet. At only
    twenty years old she already had full, womanly hips and a gorgeous
    ass. Silently, I cussed myself for noticing, but how could any man
    not notice? To me, nothing is sexier than a naked full-figure woman,
    in rugged boots.

    I made a comfy spot to sit at the base of a tall cedar. Even

    without the directional mic I was using, I could hear them laughing
    and carrying on. Still, it proved useful. I learned that the
    boyfriend's name was Trevor, and that he suspected Tara's dad didn't
    like him, much. Not a total idiot, I suppose. With nearly an hour of
    sunlight left, I watched them enter the tent, giggling like a pair of
    middle-schoolers. They talked about where they had put the condoms,
    and when Tara told him she wanted to put it on his cock, well, that's
    when I aimed the mic back up the road in the opposite direction. I
    loved Tara dearly, and that was not something I allowed myself to
    listen to. My infra-red scope confirmed a cowgirl was in her mount.
    That's when my training said to find another target for my
    concentration. Sexual seduction, even for voyeuristic delight, can
    lead to tragic outcomes. I'm here for a serious purpose.

    By midnight, the only sounds I could detect coming from the tent

    was that of someone snoring. I hoped it was Trevor. I heard an owl,
    and a raccoon scuttling about nearby. When a family of deer tripped
    the motion sensors on one of the trail cams, I watched on my phone as
    they cautiously went about their business. Around 2am, I heard the
    distant huffing of a very large bear. Likely a brown bear, but
    possible a grizzly. It was probably a mile or more out, but I slid my
    rifle from its pouch and attached a thermal zoom optic into place. My
    300 Win Mag AR rifle was state of the art and would make short work
    of the bear if it got too close to the tent. I pulled the suppressor
    for the rifle from my pack and threaded it on. No sense in waking
    them up if the big predator needed to be dealt with.

    Fortunately, Tara had kept their food stores in a canvas duffle at

    the nearest big Ponderosa pine, suspended by a rope, about 20 feet
    off the ground, Their clothes were also stored outside the tent.
    What do ya know, the girl did pay attention to the Venture Scouting
    leaders.

    It was quite a while before I heard the bear, again, this time

    sounding even further away. I let myself relax a bit, to breathe in
    the fresh night air and enjoy just swig of Kentucky bourbon from my
    flask. I was reflecting upon what a nice night it was when the
    three-mile sensors tripped. I pulled up the first trail cam on my
    phone, waited to see what was coming down the trail. More deer,
    perhaps? I waited. No, not deer this time. A dark SUV with several
    passengers was creeping down the trail, engine idling, lights off. A
    half-mile from Tara's camp, it stopped. Luckily, they were in my line
    of sight. I scoped them with my rifle and watched silently as three
    armed men got out and started toward the tent, one on the trail and
    one on either side, moving through the trees. A fourth man stayed
    behind, waiting in the driver's seat of the vehicle. I killed the
    power to my electronics, so they could not detect any ping from me.

    I remained perfectly still, watching as the three slowly came on

    line with me, then passed by. I waited for them to get a hundred feet
    down the trail before I started moving forward, heading to a spot
    that was to their rear but did not put the tent in my line of fire.
    The lone intruder walking on the trail was guided by some sort of
    sensor, likely homing in on a cell phone ping in the tent.

    At the campsite, the two flankers emerged from the tree line and

    walked into the clearing, posting as security as the center man
    closed on the front of the tent, holding his rifle at the ready.

    This is when I stopped their

    game plan. One, two, three; one, two,
    three; One! Two! Three!

    The three men were down. Each by a triple from my suppressed AR

    rifle. I rushed toward the trail, found a clear line of sight to the
    SUV, braced against a friendly tree and took out the driver. Now, the
    suppressor on my AR helps reduce noise and muzzle flash a good deal,
    but it can only do so much with a supersonic round. Tara and Trevor
    were awake. I turned and ran for the camp, hoping to get there before
    the screaming started, but I got there too late. That Trevor kid was
    quite the screamer. The moon was nearly full and cast considerable
    light, and when Trevor saw me racing in their direction, a creepy
    forest monster in a ghillie suit, he ran off, screaming into the
    woods behind their camp. Tara looked like she would have followed him
    if she hadn't been paralyzed in terror.

    Running into their camp, I pushed back the top of the suit, hoping

    to show Tara it was me. She shook with disbelief, eyes wide.
    Hyperventilating, wearing a long Black 'Cold Play' baggie tee shirt.

    "Uncle Gabe?" she blurted out a question, still in shock

    from the motionless bodies that littered the campsite. "Wha,
    what the;" she glanced around, again. "What the fuck is
    this?"

    "This," I explained, "is why you should

    always listen to your father. Security teams exist for a reason,
    Tara, and this;” I rolled over a dead assailant for her to see
    his blackened face; “is the reason."

    I checked the three men for a pulse and found none. Two of them

    had Latino gang tattoos. The two Hispanics I didn't recognize, but
    the Caucasian looked familiar. I motioned Tara over. "Sweetie,
    do you recognize any of these men?" When she looked at the
    Caucasian, her eyes lit up.

    "That's John!" she exclaimed, startled. "John

    MacIntyre! He's been on my security team for almost a month! I, I; I
    don't understand! What's going on?" She started to shiver in the
    cold mountain night breeze, being barefoot and bare-legged.

    "Tara, listen to me.” I said as I walked over to the

    big Ponderosa Tree and untied the ropes, lowering their supplies to
    the ground. “I need you to calm down, take a few deep breaths
    and put on some clothing. Then go gather up your boyfriend. Round him
    up and we'll talk, okay?" Tara nodded, then unzipped the duffle
    and pulled out her jeans. She slipped on her hikers and ran to find
    Trevor. I searched the bodies for IDs, found nothing. By the time I
    had finished taking photos and removed my ghillie suit, Tara
    returned, pulling a traumatized Trevor in tow. I told them to gather
    their shit quickly and secure it in the back of Trevor's pickup. "Get
    packed up, I need to check something and I'll be right back."

    Back at my comfy tree, I booted up my electronics, then picked up

    the drone controller and sent it up. Scanning with infrared, I sent
    it to follow the trail back as far as its range would allow. Nothing.
    I brought it back to land near my Jeep. Gathering my gear, I ran to
    the hit team's SUV, searched for anything that might be a clue as to
    who these guys were. Nothing, not even a phone. I yanked the dead
    driver out of the vehicle, got in and started the engine, then drove
    the vehicle up the trail. I parked it next to Trevor's pickup.

    "Everything packed?" I asked as I got out.

    Tara nodded, She had a backpack on one shoulder, I saw a bunch of

    crap thrown hastily in the open back hatch.

    Trevor looked like a man who suddenly realized there was shit in

    his britches.

    "Okay, good. Now, we don't have time for twenty questions, so

    just understand that some very bad people have some very bad plans
    for you.”

    I turned my attention to the boy; “Trevor, you need to get

    someplace off the grid and hide for a few days. No electronics, or
    they'll find you. I'd leave all that shit here, if I was you."
    Trevor nodded and threw his phone into the woods.

    "Tara," I said firmly, "you're coming with me."

    Without argument, she kissed her boyfriend. Then she opened his
    driver door and said; “Now get your ass in a safe place and
    don't call me until after you see my face in a live presser, with my
    dad. Go, she ordered as she slapped her hand on the hood of the
    vehicle. “Now!”

    He made a tight turn around and drove slowly off just as the first

    signs of impending sunrise emerged.

    Tara then picked up her day pack and we walked silently,

    vigilantly; back to my Jeep.



    Once we were well out of the area, I called Jason.

    "Are you certain it was John McIntyre?" Jason asked.

    Tara grabbed my phone, then put it to speakerphone.

    "Daddy, it was John," she confirmed. "What the hell

    was he doing, there, and who were those other guys?"

    "Sweetheart, I don't know. I'm going to get an investigation

    going, just as soon as I get off the phone. Until we know more, I
    want you to stay with Uncle Gabe, okay?"

    "Okay, Daddy. I love you."

    "I love you, too, Tara. I need to speak to Gabe, now."

    “Jason, I have two pieces of advice. I will code the first.

    'Trout master'.

    “Yup!” Was Jason's clear confirmation.

    “Second, let Defense intelligence handle this. If your own

    administration is compromised, Assume that your entire state security
    is needed an outside investigation. Because I'm now in the thick of
    this, and it has international implications, The Fed's will take
    over, anyway. But Defense intelligence is less likely to be corrupted
    by politics.”



    It was late morning when we finished the long drive and pulled up

    to my cabin, nestled in forest at the end of a long dirt driveway.
    Sunlight shone like glitter on the lake, just West of the property.
    We got out, stretched our legs, and Tara took it all in with her
    eyes. She grinned, turned to grab my arm as I came around the Jeep.

    "Dang, Uncle Gabe," she beamed, "this is really

    nice. It's so peaceful. Why is this the first time I'm seeing it?"
    I drew her in for a long hug and kissed her forehead.

    "Well, it's a bit of a drive and your dad never really takes

    time off."

    "Tell me about it. Still, you could have just taken me, you

    know? Oh, my god! Is that a boat? You got a boat? I so want to go for
    a ride on it. Can we?" I kissed her forehead, again, and broke
    the hug.

    "We'll take it out, hon," I promised as I moved to the

    back of the Jeep. "We just need to get these groceries inside
    and get settled in, first. Give an old man a hand?" Tara
    followed me and I handed her a couple grocery bags. I loaded up with
    as many as I could and followed her up the steps to the porch and
    front door. Watching Tara's ass, and the sway of her hips, only
    reminded me that Trevor was one lucky son-of-a-bitch who would never
    be worthy of her affection.

    Inside, Tara looked around the cabin, impressed by what she saw.

    The central room was spacious, with an open floor plan that included
    the living room, kitchen, dining nook, open pantry, and a massive
    fireplace that always steals the show. Built of stone and timber, the
    cabin had several large windows and a high, vaulted ceiling. The back
    had two bedrooms and a roomy bathroom with a big, walk-in tiled
    shower. Rustic log furniture was arranged around an area rug,
    centered to face the fireplace.

    "Damn, Gabe, this is gorgeous. I might not want to ever

    leave."

    "Oh," I began, setting the grocery bags on the kitchen

    counter, "you'll be plenty bored in a day or two, just like
    everyone else." I looked at Tara and grinned. "No TV."

    "Everyone else?" she pressed. "Who is everyone,

    past girlfriends?"

    "No, not really. More like, short-term romantic interests."

    Tara chuckled, "So, basically just one night stands and fuck

    buddies?" I shrugged, not wishing to expand on the topic.

    "Pretty much, yeah. Come on, potty-mouth, let's get the Jeep

    unloaded before I starve to death."

    We settled in, putting away the groceries and gear I had brought

    in. Tara fixed us some sandwiches while I cleaned my AR in the living
    room. The beers and roast beef sandwiches hit the spot. I started a
    fire in the fireplace and we spent the afternoon chatting and
    loafing. Tara proved to be great company, and always kept the
    conversation interesting. It was the first time that she and I were
    able to sit and just talk, alone together. It was nice.

    "Okay," she began, "so of all the women you've

    brought here, how many did you have sex with out on your boat?"

    "Good lord, girl," I laughed, "you have a smutty

    mind. Where do you get all these questions?"

    "You're being evasive, Uncle Gabe," she scolded. "How

    many, and if you try to bullshit me you will be punished severely."

    "Punished?" I pondered aloud, twisting the cap off a

    fresh beer. "How so?"

    "Ever been kicked in the nuts and ruthlessly tickled, all at

    the same time?"

    "Two," I said without hesitation. "There were two."

    Nobody wants to get kicked in the nuts while being tickled.

    We knocked out our daily beer ration and just enjoyed each other's

    company. The sun set, the moon rose. Around ten o'clock my phone
    rang. Jason had flown in the team, our old Army buddies, Kyle,
    Emmett, and Frank. Kyle and Emmett would be handling th

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  • Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 4
    Avenging the
    Handmaidens: Part 4
    Exposing the
    Debauchery in Religious Disguise.

    By

    Carole_n_Nice.
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    Stories.



    To lead into this

    story, as a reprise, Chastity has fallen in love with her elderly
    father. Her sister - in - law has performed a very informal, (yet
    spiritual), marriage for the two as this type of incest is not
    allowed. You witnessed the consummation of the marriage and now we go
    to part three.

    The Next Day Aftermath.

    The next morning,

    Prudence and I sat on pillows at the kitchen table and broke fast.
    Grace had left to take care of both Emily's and her children. Emily
    made a large breakfast that we ate in silence. We finished clearing
    the dishes and looked at each other.

    "Ok, Last

    night needs to be discussed," Emily stated. "First off, how
    did your father let this get so far out of control?

    Both Prudence and

    I shook our heads not knowing.

    "This is too

    strange." This just happened?" "You both get picked
    for this Eden Conference out of the blue," she went on. "Why?"

    I had no clue and

    I just shook my head again.

    I heard my sister

    Prudence whisper from the side, "I might have said something to
    Prelate Mathias?"

    Both Emily and I

    looked at her, stunned!

    "He kept

    asking me how things were at home," Prudence continued. "How
    was our father since the divorce?" "How were you acting,
    Chastity." "Did I noticed anything different in the house?"

    "Oh my

    blessed mother," I cried! "How could you say anything to
    the Prelate?"

    Emily shook her

    head visibly shaken. "Sister Prudence you know better than to
    let the bishops and prelates to have knowledge of our inside family!"
    "What in Lords sake were you thinking?"

    Prudence broke

    down in tears. "Father spends all his time with you, Chastity."
    "Even at the family Eden Conference he was with you, not Emily
    who he rightfully should have been." "It wasn't right!"

    "And you told

    the Prelate that, Prudence?" "Prudence," Emily
    repeated again at a shout.

    My sister just

    nodded.

    Emily kissed

    Prudence on the cheek and told her not to worry about it. Just go up
    and get some rest. Prudence kissed me and apologized. She then went
    up to her room and slept again.

    "Emily?"

    "What are we going to do," I implored her.

    She took me by the

    hand and we went up to my bedroom and laid on the pillow. Emily I
    think had a fairly good grasp of the danger we were in. Prelate
    Mathias was a vengeful man and he somehow took slight at something
    our family had done. In addition, he knew that something was going on
    between my father and I, (although she didn't think he had figured
    out that we had married each other). Excommunication was a real
    possibility. The community owned all the land our houses stood on. If
    we were excommunicated, we had to vacate the land and the house that
    stood on it. We would be homeless and probably without employment.

    Emily held my hand

    as we lay on our bed, heads together on my pillow when a loud
    knocking came on the front door. Both of us jumped up and came out of
    the bedroom. Prudence was already standing out on the second floor
    landing, looking frightened to death.

    "It is

    Prelate Mathias and his two grandsons, again."

    Emily turned to

    both of us and told us to hide. She walked down the stairs and opened
    the door. Upon seeing Prelate Mathias, she curtsied to him and bid
    the twins good morning.

    "Good

    Morning, Sister Emily," he said pleasantly. "I have come to
    collect the sisters Chastity and Prudence so that we might finish our
    Eden Conference from last night." "It wasn't properly
    consummated and, of course, it continues from vespers of the day
    until the evening vigil of the next."

    Emily nodded

    unsure if the scriptures he was quoting were correct and said, "My
    sisters are not here." "I think they went to the Holy One's
    house in an attempt to see their mother."

    The Prelate nodded

    in understanding. "That is unfortunate because if it is not
    consummated, I would be bound to commence another twenty four hour
    period tonight or the next?"

    With that, I

    watched down the stairs as one of the twins whispered into his
    grandfather's ear. He listened intently and said, "Why of
    course!"

    "Emily, my

    grandson has properly corrected me and explained the time would not
    restart if a surrogate were to replace them." "Perhaps you
    would like to substitute for one of them and maybe another woman?"
    "Your sister-in-law Grace maybe?"

    Hearing this I ran

    to the window and went onto the second floor roof. I told Prudence to
    hide and be quiet. I slid down the second floor rain gutter,
    (something I had not done for several years), and ran around the
    building to the front of the house.

    "Prelate,

    Emily explained, Sister Grace is watching our children." "I
    am also certain that many women would be honored to share this moment
    of atonement with your Grandsons." "However with the late
    notice they would not be able to give up their household duties that
    quickly."

    "That is

    unfortunate," the Prelate said.

    "Eminence, I

    am an experienced woman and have attended a dozen or so of these
    conferences." "Surely I would suffice to satisfy two young
    men and we could..."

    Before Emily

    finished her sentence, I opened the door and feigned surprise to see
    the prelate there. I was driven not to have Prudence go through what
    we had done the last night. I quickly curtsied to him and the twins
    and thanked them for the honor that they had given me the previous
    night.

    Prelate Mathias

    smiled and brushed my face. "It is nice to see you daughter
    Chastity." "I was just asking the whereabouts of your
    sister Prudence and was explained that she would not be back
    shortly?"

    I nodded.

    "Well the

    Eden Conference is not finished because it was not vaginally
    consummated last night." "We don't have your sister
    Prudence here but Emily has volunteered to be her surrogate." "I
    think we have the required number of people here so we should go to
    my house."

    With that, he took

    both our hands and led us off the porch and to his car. As he reached
    the door, he waited, expecting to have his door opened for him. Emily
    quickly ran around the car and opened the driver's side door.

    The Twins stood

    there looking at me. I swallowed and opened the door for them.

    The Prelate

    started the car and stopped for a moment. "Wait!" "I
    forget myself!" "I should call your father so that he
    should finish this most sacred occasion with us."

    "No,"

    Emily said! "Father is out of town on business and will not be
    back before Vespers."

    "I see, well

    maybe I or one of the twins might be able to find a surrogate to fill
    in for him?"

    The Twins just

    nodded and off we went to the Prelates house. As we drove, the
    Prelate swerved into the auto shop my brother Thomas worked at. He
    got out of the car. Without a word, he went to the bay my brother was
    working in and started to talk to him. My brother listened and looked
    up, looking at his wife Emily and shaking his head no. After several
    minutes of discussion, my brother Thomas threw the oily rag he had in
    his hand on the ground and grimly nodded yes.

    Several minutes

    later, he approached the car. Prelate Mathias turned to me and said,
    "Chastity, would you be kind enough to open the door for your
    brother?"

    "Yes your

    Eminence," I stated and scrambled out of the back seat to open
    the door for my brother.

    The prelate

    started the car and commenced driving towards his house again. After
    several minutes, he turned and said, "I know we all have had
    this occasion happen to us without planning." "It would
    probably be wise to shorten the time spent of consummation as much as
    much as possible?" "This would allow us to get back to our
    primary order of raising our families and flock?"

    We all nodded

    willing, no praying to get this over with. The two obese twins
    squeezing my sister-in-law and me together because they took up most
    of the back seat to themselves.

    "Sisters

    Emily and Chastity, You may perform your self-stimulation rite in the
    back seat while I drive."

    Thomas immediately

    flared up, "That would be unseemly to have two women stimulating
    their vaginas in the back seat of a car while driving in the
    community, Prelate!"

    "Nonsense

    Elder Thomas!" "You just heard your sister and your wife
    agree that saving time would be of benefit to everyone."

    Emily looked at me

    and we both knew we had to get this over with. I lifted my skirt up
    and bunched it around my hips. I reached into my panties and pulled
    them down my legs. I took them down to my ankles and then kicked them
    off. Emily did the same with her panties.

    "Emily, give

    your panties to one of the boys to safeguard them while you
    masturbate," the Prelate dictated.

    "Chastity,

    give your panties to your brother," he nodded to Thomas.

    I took my panties

    and bunched them up in my hand. I reached over the front seat and
    handed them to my brother.

    I spread my legs

    open slightly and moved my hand reluctantly over my mound. I started
    to stimulate myself. Emily reached over and grabbed my hand. She
    squeezed it and we both concentrated on making ourselves wet.

    Several minutes

    later, the Prelate had another idea, "The twins are innocent."
    "Maybe you should show them how to stimulate a woman so they
    will know how to do it when they have wives?"

    I was bewildered.

    Emily leaned over

    and said, "Watch."

    She took the hand

    of the nearest obese one and moved it between her legs. I watched as
    he took his finger and moved it along her slit.

    "Emily, tell

    him how to do it and you help also Chastity."

    I grabbed the

    other twins hand and put it between my legs. I opened them more and
    watched Emily, desperate to mimic her actions. Trying to mimic
    everything she did.

    Emily spread her

    legs wider open, draping one of them over mine and pulling me open at
    the same time. She took the hand of the twin removed it from between
    her legs and kissed his fingers. Sucking them into her mouth. I
    continued to do exactly as she did.

    She turned to both

    of them, "Watch between our legs." "Look at our
    intimate places so that you will know how to finger fuck your wives."

    I was a little

    shocked at the language coming from my sister and how graphic she
    was. The Prelate seemed pleased with her lesson while Thomas just
    stared out the front window with my panties in his hand.

    She took his

    fingers back into her mouth and got them wet, "Make your wife
    spread her labia for you," she said as she opened herself up.
    "Have her wet your fingers like I did so that you will have
    lubrication on them." "This will place you in your rightful
    position as in command of her cunt."

    She took his

    fingers and placed them between the opening in her vulva. Spread wide
    she grasped several fingers and nodded, "Insert two or three
    fingers inside her." "That way you'll know if the muscles
    of her pelvis is responding to your stimulation." "Most
    women respond better if they have some bulk in their pussy."
    "Two or three fingers inserted inside her will make her go crazy
    for you."

    She took three

    fingers and placed them inside her pussy. I took Two fingers and
    moved them inside me. Dreading that I would have to take three.

    Emily reached and

    took his other hand. With the index finger she moved it just below
    the base of her mound. "Take the tip of your finger and find the
    hood of her clitoris." "Massage it until it starts to grow
    under your finger."

    "That is it,

    you have it," Emily gasped!

    I did the same

    thing but I was far behind where Emily was at. I could see her hips
    thrust upwards against her fingers.

    Suddenly, she was

    screaming, "Oh My Gosh." "No one has ever made me feel
    this way!" She ground hard against him and screamed, "I'm
    Coming!" "I Can't Stand It!" "You Are A
    Stallion!"

    I looked up and

    noticed that the Prelate had pulled over to watch Emily. She had this
    incredible orgasm. I couldn't believe it. She had a hard time
    controlling her breathing. My brother turned around and looked her
    straight in the eye. She looked up at him and they both smiled!?! Oh
    my gosh, She faked it. She faked having an orgasm! My brother was
    having a hard time controlling his laughter.

    I was not to be

    outdone! I could put on an award performing performance myself! I
    arched my back, feeling the obese boy's hard penis pressed between my
    butt cheeks. I squeezed my legs together and trapped his hand between
    them. I circled my arm behind me and over his leg and shouted,
    "Please, allow me to cum, beloved!" "I need to feel
    your finger inside me." "I... I..."

    I pushed my

    backside against him one more time and screamed out, "I am
    cumming." "You Make Me Feel More Like A Woman Than I Have
    Ever Felt Before In My Life!"

    All of a sudden,

    as I finished Act 1, Scene 2, I felt this wet sticky squirt on my
    back and dripping down the crack of my butt. He came. He ejaculated
    because I talked to him? He came all sticky on my back and pressed
    against his fat tummy.

    My brother gave me

    a funny look and looked to the steering wheel. I scooted up on the
    twin's lap looking like I was trying to get more comfortable and
    looked to where my brother's eyes were fixed. The Prelate was
    masturbating!

    We drove to the

    Prelate changed his mind and drove to our community house. It
    appeared he could no longer wait and this was ten miles closer. He
    had us clean his grandsons' tummies clean with our tongues. We took
    up their seed in our mouths as they giggled as if we were tickling
    them.

    When we entered

    the house, we were led to the great room. Prelate Mathias took a
    breath and was about to instruct us when my brother Thomas
    interrupted him.

    "I am my

    father's surrogate." "I will conduct the ceremony
    Eminence."

    The prelate was

    shocked for a moment but smiled and nodded his agreement.

    Thomas turned to

    us and ordered us to kneel. We both knelt in front of him and assumed
    our position of prayer.

    "Chastity,

    What are you," he asked?

    "I am a

    Woman, brother." "I created the first sin against our
    beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden."

    He turned to Emily

    and said, "Wife, what are you?"

    "I am a

    Woman, husband." "I created the first sin against our
    beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden."

    "Wife, as a

    woman, how will you atone for your sins," he questioned?

    "Husband, I

    will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey you, my ordained
    Elders and my Father in all things." "I will work for them
    to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach the next step
    of reincarnated myself and blessed into manhood in my next life."

    "Chastity?

    And you," he asked?

    "Brother, I

    will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey you brother, my
    ordained elders and my Husband in all things."

    He quickly went

    through our requirements by the covenants and had us stand.

    "Chastity?"

    "Emily?" "You may disrobe."

    Emily and I turned

    to each other. She brushed my cheek and actually kissed me lightly on
    my lips. "This will be over soon, sister." "It will
    pass." "Let us make the best of it."

    With that she

    turned me and undressed me. She would not let me take any garments
    off myself. When she went to ta

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  • Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 3
    Avenging the
    Handmaidens: Part 3
    Father's Bed
    Needs a Woman.

    By

    Carole_n_Nice.
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    My father stood up

    and smiled at all of us kneeling before him.

    "Daughters,

    what is your duty," father asked?

    "To obey you,

    father," we replied in unison.

    "Prudence,

    Stand!" My sister stood at my father's command and awaited his
    assignment. My father walked over to her, touched the bonnet on her
    head and then her cheek. "You will go with your two eldest
    brothers, Thomas and Mathew."

    "Yes,

    father," She said and knelt at the feet of both of them.

    I was shocked that

    my father would assign her to my older brothers. I thought he would
    give her to one of them but to have a girl who was still days from
    her nineteenth birthday to men was shocking. I felt for certain that
    he would assign both Prudence and I to our two oldest brothers, Grace
    to our youngest and Emily, Our oldest sister in law to himself.

    My father turned

    to Grace. "Grace, you will serve my beloved son, Luke."

    Grace stood up and

    said, "Thank you, Father." "I will make you proud of
    me and erase our sins." She then courtseyed to him and went to
    kneel in front of Luke.

    My heart sunk.

    This left me with my youngest brother, John. Although, I loved him he
    was a bit of a handful and we all dreaded the thought of being
    assigned to him. I grit my teeth and waited.

    "Prudence!"

    "Emily!" "Stand daughters!"

    We both stood and

    waited what was ordained to happen. I smiled at Emily, my heart
    breaking because of not being with my father but bursting with pride
    that she would rightfully be with our patriarch.

    "Emily, you

    will go with my youngest son, John." "You will serve him
    well, daughter," he said.

    I could see the

    shock only partially hidden on Emily's face. "Yes, father."
    "I will please and honor your son As If He Were You."

    "Prudence,

    you will serve me."

    I nodded and knelt

    at his feet. This was a disaster. How could father have made such a
    bad decision to assign Emily to John? I knelt stunned at my father's
    feet. I watched as Emily knelt before John and pulled his manhood
    from his pants. She reached over with amazing dignity and took him
    into his mouth and started to suck him hard. I felt my father reach
    for my arm and pull me onto his lap. He was smiling.

    I put my arms

    around him, kissed him on the cheek and whispered to him, "How
    could you assign our oldest sister to John?" "It is an
    insult."

    He took my chin

    and forced me to look him straight in the eyes. "Because I want
    you and after that, it all made sense to me." "Now undress
    me, Chastity."

    I nodded and got

    off my father's lap. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his
    pants and off his arms. He kissed my lips, his tongue, softly between
    them and pulled me to him. I bent over to him and trailed my lips to
    his chest. I kisses his small nipples, using my teeth as he had done
    to me.

    I went to my knees

    and unbuckled his pants. I unfastened them and pulled them from his
    legs. My hands hardly had had his pants off and I was reaching with
    the other one to pull his undershorts down his legs. All thought of
    Emily had fled from my brain as my wanting my father's cock took over
    my brain. He sprung free of his underwear and stood in front of my
    eyes. I started to move towards it to grasp it in my lips and I felt
    him move me upwards. He shook his head and sat me on his lap. I sat
    down on him and I he placed his manhood between my legs, the side of
    his shaft laying against the lips of my vagina.

    I felt my father's

    hand touch my breast and he was kissing me so gently. I cupped my
    breast for him as I did last week and he took my nipple between his
    lips. I felt like a Madonna, portrayed by so many artists in the
    past. He nursed on my small breast and I just closed my eyes,
    relishing his suckling.

    I looked to

    Prudence to ensure she was alright. She was on her knees with
    Mathew's penis in her mouth. Mathew was holding her head to him as
    his hips slipped it in and out of her mouth. My oldest brother Thomas
    fondled her breast and kissed her back as she serviced Mathew.

    Grace was already

    on her back in a position of self-stimulation. She was preparing
    herself to be wet for my brother Luke who was between her legs
    watching her. He widened her legs and smiled down at her. I watched
    as she reached up and took Luke's cock in her hand and guided my
    brother to her vagina. Luke penetrated her immediately and Grace
    wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him into her. I heard her
    say, "Give me your seed, Brother Luke so I can atone for my
    sins." Luke pushed into her faster.

    Emily was taking

    John's cock with much dignity and energy.

    I turned back to

    my father's attention. He twisted me in his lap so that I was still
    sitting on it but my back was towards him. He reached around and was
    massaging both of my breasts with his hands and kissing the back of
    my neck. His cock was hardened, between my legs and the top of it
    pushing against my vagina. I reached down and took the head of it and
    held it steady as I slid my pussy up against it. Getting it wet as I
    slid. My eyes closed as I slid myself up and down my father's cock
    pressing on the outside of my pussy.

    I heard a muffled

    noise. I opened my eyes and quickly looked to Emily as she suppressed
    another sound of pain. I stared at her and then at my youngest
    brother John. I couldn't believe it. He was behind Emily and taking
    his brother's wife anally. He was pushing her hard and I could see
    she was being hurt.

    "Father,"

    I drew his attention to Emily!

    When I shouted,

    everyone looked up and towards the person of my concern. I shot my
    eyes to my oldest brother Thomas and I could see he had become
    immediately angry that his wife should be sodomized by his younger
    brother on this occasion. He started to get up and walk towards John.

    "Stop!"

    My father glared at Thomas and looked towards Emily.

    "What is your

    duty, Daughter," My father turned and asked Emily?

    Emily looked up at

    my father, straining her neck to look high enough after being impaled
    on my brother's cock, "To obey and atone for my sins, Father."
    "I am sorry if I have disturbed your pleasure, father." She
    turned to her husband Thomas and smiled. Then she turned to my
    brother John and said, "Brother, please take my ass as you
    will." "Give me your seed hard so that I may atone for my
    sins."

    My brother John,

    smiled and commenced taking her from behind. I could see the pain on
    Emily's face but she kept asking for it harder, begging for her sins
    to be forgiven.

    Thomas pulled our

    sister Prudence from her oral duties with Mathew. He turned her so
    that she would be facing my father and me on all fours. He took hand
    lotion and lathered it all over his penis. I watched in horror as he
    took Prudence by the hips and plunged his cock into her backside. She
    screamed as he sodomized her and looked directly into my father's
    eyes.

    "Thomas,"

    I heard Emily shout." "You stop that with Prudence or I
    will never forgive you."

    My Brother looked

    up, pulled out of Prudence and hugged her. He took her between him
    and Mathew. They just hugged her between them and kept her warm.

    My father took me

    by the hand and pulled me up the stairs. We were heading to his
    bedroom. I looked back at the carnage left of this Eden Conference.
    Prudence sobbing between the loving arms of her two oldest brothers,
    Luke between Graces legs with her begging for him to "fuck her
    harder," and Emily barely able to stay on her knees from the
    pain of John fucking her in the ass.

    We got into the

    bedroom and I could not hold my peace. "Father, this was ill
    thought out and has torn our family apart."

    "Chastity, If

    I wanted you to speak I would have singled so," is all he said.
    "Now lie down on the bed and open your legs for my cock."

    I laid on the bed,

    sobbing as he kneeled between my legs. He took my knees and bent them
    so that my feet were flat on the bed.

    "Ask for it,

    Chastity!"

    I sniffed and took

    a breath. "Please fuck me, father."

    With that he took

    his cock and started to fuck me. He pulled my legs around him and I
    lay there as he pushed inside me. After several minutes, he spent
    himself inside me. He just lay across my body, crushing me with his
    weight and fell asleep.

    The next morning I

    awoke without the crushing weight of my father on top of me. My
    father was already downstairs while my sisters prepared breakfast in
    silence. I put my robe on and went into the kitchen. When I got down
    to the kitchen, he called the family together.

    I watched as my

    father started to cry, a broken man that I had never seen before. He
    apologized to each of us for last night. He explained how the loss of
    my mother had disturbed him and he wasn't thinking right. He scolded
    John for his willingness to not only hurt his brother but to
    physically hurt his brother's wife. He kissed Prudence because of the
    pain he caused. To Emily, he got on his knees and begged forgiveness.

    Emily got on her

    knees with him, silently prayed for a moment and said, "Father,
    I have no forgiveness to give you because you have done nothing to me
    that would warrant it." "It is I who has sinned in Eden and
    that is what the conference is for, so I may atone."

    With that, she

    stood up and helped my father to his feet. She took the belt of her
    robe and untied it. She slipped the robe of her shoulder and stood
    nude in front of him. "I beg your forgiveness, father." "I
    want to atone for it as I should of last night."

    Emily clasped her

    hand in my fathers and turned him towards the stairs. As she passed
    me, she also grasped my hands and said, "You will join us Sister
    Chastity," and to the rest she said, "Please break your
    fast." "We will be a while," and she took us up the
    stairs.

    Emily took us

    upstairs and closed the door. I stood in silence as she undressed him
    and had him lay on the bed. She came to me, kissed me lightly on the
    lips and reached for the belt on my robe. She unfastened it and took
    it off my shoulders and stood me naked in front of her. She pulled me
    to her and hugged me, leaning down to kiss me. She walked me to the
    bed, sat me down next to my father and reached underneath my chin.
    She undid my bonnet and looked at me.

    "I am young

    but I am not a fool, Chastity." "I have eyes."

    She finished

    removing my bonnet and laid me next to my father. She lay next to my
    father on the other side and took his penis in her hand. He stroked
    it until is started to respond. My father took my breast in his hand
    and massaged my nipples. Emily cupped one of my breast in her free
    hand and fed it to my father. My father sucked the nipple, doing that
    soft scrape thing with his teeth that drove me crazy. I watched as
    she left my father with my breast and moved down and took him into
    her mouth.

    My father groaned

    as she stimulated him. I pushed him back on the bed and kissed his
    tummy. Emily saw me sliding down and pulled me between his legs. She
    licked the head of my father's cock and sucked on it, finally holding
    it for me to take in my mouth. I took my father's head between my
    lips and sucked on it. I could feel him start to grow even harder.
    His hips starting to move into me.

    Emily took my

    father out of my mouth and kissed the head of it herself. She
    stretched me out on the bed. Her hand cupping one of my breasts and
    kissing the nipple. She look at my father and me.

    "I can see

    how much she is in love with you, father, and you with her." "I
    don't know how we hide this because you will be excommunicated if a
    Bishop finds out." "We can do much in this church but not
    marry a daughter."

    With that, she put

    her hand between my legs and touched my wetness. "Sister, you
    can never have a wedding so this is the best I can ever do for you."

    She said a silent

    prayer as her finger traced around my clit. Then she kissed me full
    on the lips, took my father and placed him between my legs.

    "Sister,

    Chastity," she intoned, "This is your husband." "Open
    your legs and take his seed as you are want to do."

    With that, she

    took my father's cock and placed it between my legs. He pushed my
    father into me so that I would take him. I caught my breath as he
    entered me and swirled my legs around his hips, arching myself to
    take him.

    She bent over and

    kissed my father than me. She lay down next to me and took my hand.
    She kissed my hand, then held it. My father was fully in me and she
    whispered to me, "Chastity, say it."

    I smiled back at

    her and looked up into my father's eyes. "Husband," I said,
    "give me your seed."

    She reached over

    and kissed him, "Father, fuck your new bride."

    With that I opened

    my legs fully and my husband came deeply inside me.

    I will repeat a

    list of characters in the first two parts because I have introduced
    quite a few in a short page span.

    • Dramatis Personae

    • Chastity (18)

    • Prudence - Chastity's Sister (Now

      • 19)

    • Enos - Chastity's Father (60)

    • Barbara - Chastity's Mother and

      • recently divorced wife of Enos (46)

    • Thomas - Chastity's Brother (26)

    • Emily - Thomas' Wife (25)

    • Mathew - Chastity's Brother (25)

    • Grace - Mathew's wife (22)

    • Luke - Chastity's Brother (23)

    • John - Chastity's Brother (21)

    • "The Holy One" - Highest

      • Prelate of the Church and Barbara's new second husband

    • Prelate Mathias - High Officer of

      • the Church

    • Evangeline - Wife of Mathias and

      • Saint of the Church

    • Augustine - Chastity's Uncle and

      • Brother of Enos

      The next morning:

      I woke the next

      morning with the sun bursting through the windows and in peace. I had
      slept so well the night before. I looked over at my father, laying
      peacefully next to me and I nuzzled myself against him, taking his
      arm around my waist to make a perfect spoon. I closed my eyes again
      for a few moments and must have fallen asleep.

      I awoke feeling my

      father's cock hard and pushing between my cheeks. His hips giving me
      a soft nudging wake up. I reached my arm behind me and grasped his
      hips with my small hand. I pulled him up against me and felt the
      warmth of his arms as he enveloped my body.

      "Chastity,"

      are you awake?

      I chuckled and bit

      a smile from my lip and said, "Yes, Husband, I am awake."

      "I love you,

      Chastity."

      "I love you

      also, Husband," I said as I pushed myself against his hard cock.

      I felt his breath

      on the back of my neck, a combination muffled yawn and an exhale of
      passion. He pushed my head forward and licked the back of my neck
      with his tongue. Electricity kind of shot down my spine as his kisses
      seemed to explode on my spinal column. He reached around me and
      cupped my small breasts in each of his massive hands. He softly made
      my nipples hard as he ran them through his fingers, squeezing them
      lightly between them.

      I felt him take my

      top leg as I lay sideways and pull it back over his leg. He pulled my
      hips more to him making our spoon position have a serious bend in it.
      I felt him move his penis between my legs and I reached down between
      mine. I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my vagina. When I
      had the tip of it in, I reached behind again to urge him forward. He
      took my hips and pulled me back onto his penis.

      I closed my eyes

      as he entered me fully. I was wet from the minute I woke up and
      needed none of his ministrations to be able to receive him. I pushed
      myself backwards against him and let him take me.

      "I love you,

      Husband." "Take me fully," I said.

      My father

      whispered into my ear, "Tell me, Chastity."

      "Fuck me,

      Husband." "Take your child bride and give me your seed."
      "Give me a baby." "Push your cock and your love deep
      into my tummy."

      I felt him kiss my

      ear and push himself deeper inside me. I could feel him grow inside
      me. His urgent push to keep impaled.

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    • Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 2
      Avenging the
      Handmaidens: Part 2
      Chastity draws
      the attention of the Council of Twelve.

      By

      Carole_n_Nice.
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      Prudence

      and I were at a loss on what was going on. My Mother knew. With great
      dignity she walked to the crucifix with the wooden man's penis
      embedded in it and stepped on a small stool. She stepped over it, her
      legs straddling the cross and took a deep breath. She slowly impaled
      herself on the wooden penis. I could see her biting her lip and
      closing her eyelids as she pushed herself down onto it.

      My

      sister and I just looked at her as Ste. Evangeline pulled her down on
      top of the cross and tied her hands spread across the arm lengths. My
      mother was pushed over on a cross that had a penis embedded inside
      her and tied arm spread to the cross sides.

      Ste.

      Evangeline began to take an evergreen branch and commence to spank my
      mother with it, causing deep red marks across her. My mother started
      to say her forgiveness prayers.

      I

      heard a sound, paying no attention to it until Prudence shook me to
      pay attention. I looked up and one of the Prelates restated his
      demand. My sister and I were to strip and offer ourselves to the Holy
      One! Both of us looked at each other in amazement at this great
      honor. Could he even do anything at 92? I blinked past my
      sacrilegious thought and felt my sister turn me away from her so she
      could unbutton my dress. When she finished, I unbuttoned hers, also.

      I

      took my dress down from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I
      was still somewhat shy but I looked at prudence who had already
      removed her shift. I quickly reached down and pulled my shift over my
      head. I caught my breath for a second, while I stood in my bra and
      bloomer panties. Prudence had already cleared her clothing from her
      body. I felt someone reaching and unfastening my bra and turned my
      head to see Prudence working hurriedly.

      She

      bent to my ear and said, "We are in the Council of Twelve."
      "We must hurry!"

      I

      nodded and reached into the waist band of my panties and pulled them
      down off my legs. My sister grasped my hand as we stood in front of
      the Council of 12, naked. I heard the swish of branches and a gasp...
      Remembering my mother was getting spanked by Ste. Evangeline. Her
      rear end was red and swollen from the evergreen branches penetrating
      her skin.

      One

      of the Prelates came up to my sister Prudence and pulled her away
      with him. I looked up and saw the "Holy One" beckon to me
      so as to sit beside him. I moved over to the elderly man and he
      patted the seat. I sat down, nodded and acknowledged him, "Your
      Eminence."

      He

      smiled at me and said, "We must have an anointing ceremony for
      your mother firsts." "After that, you will have to take me
      in your mouth." He smiled and with a wink said, "I haven't
      given seed to anyone in twelve years." "You just need to
      suck on it and I'll fake the rest." "This will not be
      difficult for you."

      I

      nodded. I heard a door open and a very big man dressed to be a bull
      entered. He snorted and mounted the cross in front of my mother. His
      penis was huge.

      Two

      of the prelates came to each side of my mother while Ste. Evangeline
      continued to whip her with the evergreen branches. I was getting
      nervous that my mother would be permanently scarred when one of the
      prelates raised his hand and called for prayer. My sister, who was
      doing one of the Prelate's orally, immediately took the penis from
      her mouth. She assumed the prayer position. I dropped onto my knees
      and did the same. The Prelate on her left side of my mother anointed
      her with oil on her forehead and each of her buttocks. When he had
      finished, the other one sprinkled holy water over her and gave her a
      baptismal blessing.

      When

      they had finished, a man dressed as a bull entered the room. Our
      baptismal fonts all have a large bull built over them. They represent
      fertility and the hope of atonement in heaven. The man in the bull
      costume straddled the cross and presented his penis to my mother's
      mouth. She prayed a moment and then took his penis inside her mouth.
      Sliding up and down on it with her lips. I heard a sigh and the holy
      one was beside my ear, "It is time sister Chastity."

      I

      nodded and fell to my knees. I unbuckled his belt and fumbled with
      his button on the pants he wore. I finally got them undone, unzipped,
      and pulled his pants down off his legs. I reached into underwear and
      took out his cock. It was very large but lay flaccid in my hand. I
      licked around its head and took him into my mouth. His hand stroked
      my head affectionately, He was large, I thought, within my limited
      knowledge base. I sucked him into my mouth with very limited results.

      I

      could hear my mother groaning and the sound of the swish as she was
      still spanked by Ste. Evangeline. I couldn't see her and had no idea
      if she was being hurt. I stayed on my knees and sucked the Holy One's
      penis. Slowly, I felt some movement from it as it seemed to get more
      firm. I took both of my hands and held him as I licked the bottom of
      his shaft. I could feel his hand redirect my head back onto his penis
      and I sucked the head back into my mouth. I moved my hand up and down
      his length as I sucked him harder.

      "Put

      your finger inside me, Child," I heard him whisper.

      I

      wet my finegr with my tongue and moved it between the cheeks of his
      rear. My middle finger explored between the cheeks looking for his
      hole. He adjusted his hips so I could move inside him. My finger
      slowly pressed into him and I could feel him start to move onto my
      finger. He slowly started rocking onto my finger as it plunged fully
      into him.

      I

      could feel him becoming hard in my mouth as my finger copulated with
      his butt. He was actually becoming very hard and I could hear him
      start to moan as he pressed my mouth onto him. I realized that I had
      the Holy One in my mouth and that he was hard for the first time in
      over a decade.

      I

      heard him order, "Put a pillow under her stomach!"

      I

      was unsure who he was talking about but he pushed me away from his
      swollen penis and I semi fell into a sitting position. I watched as
      this ninety two (92) year old man straddled the cross behind my
      mother. He lifted her hips higher on the pillow that was under her
      stomach and entered her vagina from the rear. My mother immediately
      screamed in pleasure. I never heard my mother scream so loudly. He
      pushed himself deeper into my mother and rutted with her as I had
      seen animals on the farm do. Suddenly, he stood higher, and pushed
      his hips deeper inside my mother. He moaned as he pulled my mother
      towards him.

      My

      mother closed her eyes, and moaned, "Please, Holy One."
      "Please I beg you to fuck me with your anointed cock," my
      mother begged." "Holy One!" "I'm coming!"
      "Blessed one... I'm Coming!"

      I

      remember there was a blinding flash. We all saw it and I think were
      rendered unconscious by it. When I came too, we were all disoriented.
      My mother seemed to be in a trance on the cross. The Holy One was the
      only one with his wits about him.

      He

      stood up and simply said, "I have given this woman my seed."
      "We have business to do."

      With

      that the remaining eleven Prelates followed him into the conclave
      room.

      We

      untied my mother from the prone cross that she was on. She still
      seemed to be outside herself. Prudence and I dressed my mother and
      called my father to take us home. He arrived and helped us to get
      mother into his car. We explained to my Father what had happened and
      he just nodded. I don't know if he understood it, feared it, or was
      mystified by it.

      My

      mother remained in this state. She would sing and say prayers. She
      did no housework, cook or greet any of us. She constantly pleasant
      but not with us. Prudence and I bathed and fed her. She ate little
      but enough to sustain her.

      Sunday

      before services, Prelate Mathias came to our door. He talked to my
      father and gathered the rest of our family. He explained to us that
      the Council of Twelve had pronounced a vision and published an edict
      to implement the vision.

      The

      vision stated that my mother had been impregnated by the Holy One,
      (who had not been with seed for twelve years since his blessed wife
      died at the age of eighty). I thought it was miraculous because my
      mother had not conceived since I was inside her 18 years ago! The
      Edict ordained that my father's marriage was annulled by decree, that
      my mother was now the wife of the Holy One and that she would be
      sainted after the birth of the child.

      We

      all stood stunned. I looked for my mother but she had left. The front
      door slammed and we all turned. My mother was walking down the road
      with a walking stick. Walking the twenty miles to the Holy One's
      modest home. She was singing with a smile on her face.

      My name is

      Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious community on
      the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our religious community
      considers ourselves to be Christians but most main stream religions
      view us as a sect at best.

      Our main

      difference from the more standard religions is that we believe Eve
      was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden. She
      copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam. Sometime
      afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the
      forbidden fruit, (Not an apple). Adam and Eve were exiled from Eden
      because of incest between the mother and her son. The Original sin
      that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son.

      I am a small,

      petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and 32a bust). I dress as all my
      sisters dress. A plain dress, (black, blue, grey of sometimes a small
      flowered pattern for special occasions). Our dresses normally fall
      midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a white starched apron
      and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and ties under the chin.
      The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women of purity. It must be
      worn at all times in the presence of any man except one's husband.

      I live with a

      family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and myself).

      I am the youngest

      at eighteen.

      My sister Prudence

      is also eighteen but ten months older than I am.

      My brothers range

      in age from

      Thomas (26),

      Mathew (25),

      Luke (23) and

      John (21).

      My father is 60 and

      my mother is 46

      My Mother left us

      four weeks ago. She was divorced from my father by decree of the
      Disciples of Twelve. My mother is now six weeks pregnant and rumor
      says she is already showing. The talk of our community is the miracle
      brought about by the ordained coupling of my mother with our leader,
      "The Holy One," who fertilized my mother at the age of 92.
      They are now married.

      My father has been

      devastated by the loss of his wife. He knows that this is the best
      for our community but struggles inwardly with it. My sister Prudence
      and I spend more time with him than normal. It is our hope that he
      will soon be able to leave this grieving period and start to search
      for a new wife.

      This Sunday

      morning is unusual. I went to church with my father alone. My father
      has granted permission to two of my youngest brothers to take
      Prudence to Salt Lake for the weekend. My oldest two brothers, Thomas
      and Mathew, are married and have family of their own. They stayed
      within the compound with their families. I greet my sister in laws
      with a chaste kiss on the cheek. I genuflected to my brothers as is
      expected of women who are inside the church. My sisters in laws and I
      go to the women's section of the seating and hold hands in prayer
      during services.

      During testimony,

      my father stands to lay witness for testimony. He gives a heart
      wrenching testimony to his doubts created by my mother's ordained
      divorce. He talked about the children she bore him, his love for her
      and his struggle to accept the will of God. He finally admitted with
      heavy heart he had accepted this. The men in the congregation looked
      on hard faced that a man would show this kind of weakness for a
      woman. The woman, bowed their heads and many hid tears from their men
      folk, struck in sorrow by my father's words.

      After services, we

      all went to Mathew's house for a large afternoon feast. I helped my
      sister in laws with corn and fried chicken. My father fell asleep
      under the silver ash, at peace for once. I played with the nieces and
      nephews most of the afternoon. I noticed that my brothers had slipped
      off with their wives for what we call, "Sunday afternoon"
      prayers. I think gentiles call it a "nooner."

      As it turned five

      that afternoon, my father awoke and my brothers returned with their
      wives. We prepared to leave and were given a basket of left overs for
      our dinner. We all hugged and kissed each other as we said our
      goodbyes.

      My father turned

      to my sister in laws, smiled and said, "Did you enjoy your
      Sunday afternoon prayers?"

      I almost spit out

      the water I was sipping on in laughter. My sister in laws blushed
      deeply which even made it that much more funny. My brothers chuckled
      to themselves. Both my sisters genuflected to my father. A courtesy
      nor required outside of the church. It was a great honor they did to
      him and the gesture was not lost on my good father. He placed his
      hand on both of their heads and blessed them.

      We got home to a

      quiet house. My father sat on the couch and read his Sunday paper. I
      went upstairs and changed into my night dress and robe. I came back
      and made my father lemonade with an extraordinary amount of ice in
      it, just the way he liked it. He thanked me and I sat down on the
      couch with my knitting.

      Moments later I

      felt my father sit next to me on the couch. I smiled up at him and
      asked if he needed anything. He just shook his head no and I went
      back to my knitting. Several minutes went by and I looked up at him
      again. I felt he had been staring at me.

      "Father?"

      I questioned?

      "How old are

      you Chastity?"

      "Well, I can

      do the complicated math which means you were forty two (42) when you
      got my mother pregnant with me and she was thirty (30)." "That
      would make me eighteen (18)." "The same age I was just over
      two months ago at my baptismal Eden Conference," I smiled
      teasingly.

      He looked back at

      me and simply said, "I miss your mother." "I never
      realized what it would be like without her."

      I put my knitting

      down, went over to him and kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me
      and pulled me to his shoulder. I closed my eyes and snuggled up to
      him.

      "Father,"

      I said, "I can help with some of the loneliness."

      He shook his head.

      "Father, you

      have the right." "All you have to do is call an Eden
      Conference and you can have me." "You can have Prudence if
      you like!"

      "I don't want

      Prudence," is all he said.

      I felt him pull me

      on his lap and pull my head onto his other shoulder. He stroked my
      cheek with his big rough hands. I looked up into his eyes and he
      stared directly back at me. I felt his lips lower to mine and softly
      kiss me. I had never been kissed like that before.

      He pulled my head

      towards him again, his

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    • Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 1
      Avenging the
      Handmaidens: Part 1
      A
      story about religion, a young girl and original sin.

      By

      Carole_n_Nice.
      Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
      Stories.



      My

      name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious
      community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our
      religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most
      main stream religions view us as a sect at best.

      Our

      main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe;

      • Eve

        • was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden.

      • She

        • copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam.

      • Sometime

        • afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the
        forbidden fruit, (Not an apple).

      • Adam

        • and Eve were exiled from Eden because of incest between the mother
        and her son.

      • The Original

        • sin that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son.

        Within

        our religious group, we can go to heaven by serving a penalty.

         Women

        are on the lowest rung of our social caste because it is our fault
        for being thrown out of Eden in the first place. If we do well in the
        immediate life, we come back as men. If we do well as a man, then we
        are allowed into Heaven. You can also go to heaven, (even if you are
        a woman), if you are awarded sainthood. This is very seldom done.

        There

        are three ranks of hierarchy within our church, (only men are allowed
        ranking).

        • Elder,

          • (the basic priesthood open to all men 18 and older).

        • Bishop

          • would be in charge of a group of members of about 200 families.

        • Prelate,

          • there are only twelve prelates. The religion allows polygamy for
          Bishops and Prelates.

          I

          am a small, petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and a 32-A bust). I
          dress as all my sisters dress; a plain dress, (black, blue, grey of
          sometimes a small flowered pattern for special occasions). Our
          dresses normally fall midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a
          white starched apron and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and
          ties under the chin. The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women
          of purity. It must be worn at all times in the presence of any man
          except one's husband.

          I

          live with a family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and
          myself). I am the youngest at eighteen. My sister Prudence is also
          eighteen but ten months older than I am. My brothers range in age
          from Thomas (26), Mathew (25), Luke (23) and John (21). My father is
          60 and my mother is 46.

          Chastity’s

          First Eden Rites

          On

          my eighteenth birthday, my mother gathered my sister and me for my
          "First Eden Rites." We follow her into my mother's bedroom
          and kneel to say our prayers. After about 15 minutes of prayers, my
          mother calls us to our feet and starts my oral exam to ensure that I
          am schooled and an appropriate Catechumen.

          "Chastity,

          What are you?"

          I

          nervously take a breath. I've study our bible for years and can
          recite it by heart. I'm still nervous but I know I'll pass.

          •  "I

            • am a Woman, mother." 

          • "I

            • created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible
            for having us exiled from Eden."

            "Chastity,

            as a woman, how will you atone for your sins?"

            "Mother, 

            • I

              • will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey my husband, my
              ordained Elders and my Father in all things." 

            • "I will

              • work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach
              the next step of reincarnated manhood."

              My

              mother smiled at me and said, "What is the Doctrine and
              Covenants of the Eden Conference?"

              I,

              in great detail, explain the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden
              Conference.

              • "Because

                • women are sinners, we must obey men," 

              • "Because

                • we believe in the sisterhood and the privilege of polygamy," 

              • "Often

                • times there will not be enough women to be wives to all our ordained
                elders," 

              • "The

                • Eden Conference may be called by my father, husband or an ordained
                Bishop, so that men may relieve themselves with us sinners." 

              • "I am

                • to do all things required of me during the Eden Conference and
                display my love for our Lord through unquestioning obedience."

                "Chastity,"

                my mother said, "and what will happen tonight?"

                "My

                father will call my first Eden Conference with men of his choosing."
                "I will be accompanied by you into the conference and I will
                make you proud of me," I smile to my mother.

                At

                this point my mother has us kneel and pray again. About thirty
                minutes later, my final training session will begin. After prayers,
                my sister and I go to our closet and get our "Oral Sticks."
                These are smooth wooden sculptures that are shaped like a man's
                penis, (My sister assures me that they are quite realistic looking as
                I have never actually seen a man undressed.) We use these "oral
                sticks" as a learning tool so that we might satisfy a man with
                our mouths.

                I

                follow my sister's lead and take the stick into my mouth. I lick the
                head of it so that it glistens with my saliva. I take it tighter in
                my hand and I push it in and out of my mouth to simulate a man taking
                his pleasure inside my mouth. I suck along the shaft of the stick,
                ensuring my teeth never touch the smooth wood and that my lips create
                a suction that is supposed to stimulate a man. My mother holds a bag
                to the bottom of the wooden penis. I lick the two suspended balls and
                pump the penis with my hand as I do so.

                "You

                will do well, Chastity." "Prudence, you have been through
                this and have enough experience." "If you wish to leave and
                finish your chores, you may."

                My

                sister looks at me with questioning eyes. I know she wants to be
                there for me but it really isn't necessary. If I am not ready for
                this day by now, I never will be. I just nod to her that she may take
                her leave.

                "Thank

                you, Mother." Prudence puts her oral stick back and leaves for
                her chores.

                "Chastity,

                it is getting late." "You need to bathe and put on your
                Acceptance Dress." "Let us practice your self-stimulation
                so that you will be prepared when a man enters you." "Just
                do it with your dress on so we can prepare you."

                I

                nod at my mother and go to the bed. Pushing myself up to the pillows,
                I lay down. I reach for my long skirts and pull them up over my hips.
                I put my fingers into the waist band of my bloomer panties and pull
                them down off my legs. I bend my legs at the knees and open my legs.
                My hand travels across my lower tummy, below my bunched up skirt and
                across my mound. I open my lips and use my digit finger to find my
                clitoris. My finger moves across it and then underneath, Stimulating
                myself. My palm presses against my mound and my hips involuntarily
                push upward against it. I take my middle finger and lightly insert
                inside my vagina. My juices wet its tip showing I can make a man's
                way easy for him. My mother nods at me.

                "Daughter

                Chastity, you know how to do this." "This is not for your
                pleasure but for that of a man." "We need to go and have
                you shave down there so that you look like the virgin you are, and
                bath." "It is time for final preparation."

                My

                mother leads me to the bathroom. I am surprised that my sister has
                already drawn me a scented bath and left the shaving tools on top of
                a towel by the sink. I pick up the razor and my hand shakes. My
                mother laughs and grabs it from me.

                "I

                think you had better let me do the shaving." "I expect you
                will have enough blood between your legs after the Eden Conference,"
                she says with a smile. "We don't need you to slice yourself up
                so that you need stitches."

                My

                mother washes me with hot water, first. She takes soap and applies it
                all over my mound and commences to shave what little hair that I have
                on my vagina, off. She repeats the hot water and soap several times
                before she has me completely bald. I have to admit it feels funny.

                I

                jump into the tub, scented with some lilac oil. My mother washes me.
                I am scrubbed from head to toe and it feels wonderful.

                Finally,

                it is time. My mother towels me down, and brushes my hair out. She
                helps me put my bloomer panties on and a very plain white bra. I help
                her with the dress being placed over my head, and turn for her to
                button the back. I look in the mirror and I am in perfectly white
                dress. My mom ties my apron on, hands me a bonnet that I tie under my
                chin and I'm ready.

                As

                we walk to the room where the Eden conference will take place, I
                start to get nervous again. "Mother, do you know who or how many
                will attend the Eden Conference," I ask.

                My

                mother shakes her head. "I don't know, really." "Your
                father had four at Prudence's ceremony." "I had five at
                mine." "When your father and I got married, I was 19 and he
                was 33." "His father was a Bishop and ordered an Eden
                Conference for our wedding night." "There were only three
                that night, the Bishop being one of them." "Your father
                loves you above all, much to his disgrace, but he does." "You
                are small so I suspect he will keep it to no more than three."

                I

                nodded and reached the latch on the door where the Eden Conference
                would occur. As the door opened, I bent my head to the floor and
                dropped to my knees.

                "What

                do you wish, Daughter," I heard my father say.

                • "I wish

                  • to cleanse the conference of my sins with my body, Father, and to go
                  onto the next level in the next life," I replied.

                  "And

                  what will you do in order to achieve this?"

                  • "I will

                    • obey you in all things, Father, and do you honor."

                    He

                    nodded and told me to raise my head. I raised my head and scanned the
                    room. There were three men in the room, My Father, My Uncle Augustine
                    and Prelate Matthias. My father brought a Prelate to my Eden
                    conference! This was a great honor to our family. Prelate Matthias
                    was 82, married with three wives over a life time. He had outlived
                    two of them. His current wife, Sister Evangeline was the first living
                    woman to be sainted in the last fifty years. This was a great honor
                    indeed.

                    "Daughter

                    Chastity, you may take your clothes off for us," my father said.

                    My

                    mother immediately stepped behind me to assist with the many buttons
                    on the back of my dress. She first removed my apron and folded it on
                    the table. I then felt the buttons on my back being unfastened. After
                    a moment, the garment was ready to be removed. My mother slipped it
                    off my shoulders and down my arms. As my dress reached the bottom of
                    my feet, I stepped out of it and my mother pulled it away. I stood in
                    front of three men, in my bra, bloomer panties and bonnet.

                    My

                    father cleared his throat indicating to my mother that she should
                    finish. I felt her unhook my bra strap and pull it down along my
                    arms. My breast were free, small but free, in front of three men.
                    Being stared at for the first time in my young life.

                    I

                    felt my Mother reach for my panties and a small, old voice
                    interrupting. In an almost squeaky voice, Prelate Matthias said, "Let
                    her take off her own sin protective," referring to my panties.

                    I

                    nodded, reached for my waist band and pulled my panties down my legs.
                    I kicked my panties off and stood modestly, my hands covering my
                    vagina. I looked at my father and Uncle. I could see they wanted to
                    please the Prelate. There was lots of benefits to this honor.

                    The

                    Prelate turned to my father, looked him straight in the eyes and
                    said, "Have her take off her bonnet."

                    My

                    mother gasped. I was in shock. This was a disaster. Only a husband
                    would normally tell his wife to uncloak her hair. It was meant for a
                    night of debauchery which was not something we embraced as a
                    religion. I stood there and just shook my head "NO"

                    My

                    mother shouted out and stood in front of me, "NO! This is not
                    for anyone but Chastity's husband."

                    My

                    father slammed his hand down on his desk. "SILENCE." "Who
                    are you two sinners to dictate to a Prelate, what can be done!"
                    "This is a holy man and you two are just whores that got all of
                    us thrown out of Eden." "You, WOMAN," looking at my
                    mother, "will remove her bonnet and stop insulting us!"

                    My

                    mother moved in front of me. We both looked at each other with tears
                    in our eyes. She kissed me on my lips, whispered, "I love you."
                    And untied my bonnet. She took the piece of fabric off my head and
                    brushed my hair over my shoulders with her hands. I tried to control
                    myself from crying. My Mother just comforted me and said, "Quiet,
                    it is only but a hat."

                    I

                    nodded, my tears dropping on my breast. This was supposed to be a
                    joyous day. A day I joined the congregation but instead, I've been
                    force to remove my bonnet. To declare I am but a whore? This is
                    beyond what our covenants demand.

                    I

                    stood there nude in front of them. I watched my own father, almost in
                    tears from the embarrassment of his daughter forced to remove her
                    bonnet. I could not read my uncles face but the Prelate? His face was
                    joyous!

                    My

                    father broke the silence. "Take the position in front of his
                    holiness, the prelate."

                    I

                    walked over to this holy man. I got on my knees and assume the
                    position of prayer and supplication. Prelate Matthias gestured for me
                    to remove his pants. I took his belt and unfastened it. I undid his
                    pants button and pulled his zipper down. I tugged at his baggy pants
                    and got them down his legs and off. He had a pair of religious
                    undergarments on that were satiny and came down to his knees. I
                    wrestled them off his wide hips and pulled them free. I saw a man's
                    penis for the first time in my life. It was standing firm and pulsed
                    involuntarily every so often.

                    "Sister

                    Chastity, you may stimulate me orally," I heard him say.

                    I

                    reached over and grabbed his cock as I had been taught. I took it in
                    my mouth and let my tongue flow over it. I tasted a bit of saltiness
                    of his pre cum on the tip of my tongue. He pushed harder on my head
                    and I took him full into my mouth fully; my lips sucking on him as I
                    moved up and down on his shaft.

                    Looking

                    down at me, Prelate Mathias asked, "Why are you sucking on my
                    cock?"

                    I

                    stopped for a moment, looked up at him and repea

                    1 hr 7 min
                  • Young Bride: Given In Marriage.
                    Cecily is a young woman who will get married.

                    by Lady_Mary. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.


                    Chapter 1

                    I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.

                    Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.

                    I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.

                    My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.

                    I nod in respect as I enter my father’s study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.

                    He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.”

                    “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.

                    “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”.

                    “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white.

                    “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.”

                    “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly.

                    “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.”

                    “Procedures?” I asked.

                    “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.”

                    “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father’s office.

                    My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn’t know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them.

                    “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me.

                    In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said.

                    So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee.

                    I didn’t wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me.

                    He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed.

                    “Lady Cecily? I’m doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.”

                    “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately.

                    “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned.

                    I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls.

                    “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.”

                    “Excuse me… I never… “ I’m at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity.

                    “It’s very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger’s single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That’s good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?”

                    “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper.

                    “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn’t have? Don’t lie. I’m a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.”

                    “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me.

                    “Relax, it’s a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God’s Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.”

                    I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn’t want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so.

                    “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?”

                    “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.”

                    I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment.

                    “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.”

                    I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can’t see what it is.

                    “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.

                    I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain.

                    “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it’s very important.”

                    Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror.

                    “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres.

                    “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.”

                    I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can’t take it. Indeed, it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it.

                    “Go ahead. I won’t finish this visit until you take.”

                    I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears.

                    “Try again,” he orders.

                    “I ca ca.” I want to say I can’t make it, but I can’t form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing.

                    “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I’ll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.”

                    I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn’t need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I’m running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air.

                    “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo.

                    “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.”

                    Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father.

                    “Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.”

                    “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.”

                    I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects.

                    “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.”

                    “Who is it? My fiancé?”

                    “Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt.

                    I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father’s possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.

                    “Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.

                    “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don’t, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.”

                    I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents’ marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman.

                    “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.”

                    “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.

                    “Can it be a little looser, please?”

                    “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist.

                    I smile because I would be lying if I didn’t like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.

                    “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”

                    “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.”

                    A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!

                    “So when? When will it happen?” I ask.

                    “In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.”

                    For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding.

                    My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed.

                    I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair.

                    “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall.

                    “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath.

                    I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.

                    My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn’t cover anything.

                    Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart.

                    “Hello My Spouse-to-be. I’m sure you’re surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”

                    “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.”

                    “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I’ve discussed this with your parents, so you don’t have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.”

                    “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ”

                    I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter.

                    “ Once you’ve done that, put on your belt. We don’t want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.”

                    “Then take your phone and call the number below…”

                    “Your future husband”

                    I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door

                    I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.

                    “Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one.

                    I’ve been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”

                    “Yes, my Lord.”

                    “Okay.. so we can start.”

                    “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped.

                    “ What’s wrong, doll?” I heard the man’s amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that’s too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.”

                    I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn’t help but sigh.

                    They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.

                    “Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…”

                    “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”

                    “It was wonderful. Thank you… what’s your name?”

                    “You’ll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it’s not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable?

                    by Lady_Mary for Literotica

                    45 min
                  • Oktoberfest In South Germany
                    Beautiful German Girl at the Munich October-fest.

                    By Stonemarten, Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.



                    One of my favorite things in the World is beautiful women dressed in their

                    dirndls, which is the traditional, female dress of Bavaria and Austria.
                    The women look amazing in their dirndls with pushed-up breasts showing
                    ample cleavage, whereas guys in lederhosen look a bit silly really,
                    sorry lads.

                    Anyway, on with the story. Even though I was on my own at the festival, people

                    are generally very friendly and merry at Oktoberfest, so it’s not too
                    hard to join in with folk from all nationalities. I was with a group of
                    lads from Australia, the States and some fellow Brits all trying to
                    chat-up the incredibly beautiful German women, all looking fabulous in
                    their dresses. They really seemed to enjoy the attention of the guys,
                    smiling and laughing at our terrible jokes, but I guess a few liters of
                    festival strength beer might have fueled that positive interaction.

                    At one stage in the evening, I spotted a lovely, slender, blue-eyed girl

                    with long, straight brown hair standing alone in a corner. She was
                    wearing a fine quality dirndl of a burgundy satin skirt and a
                    sage-green, laced bodice pushing-up pert little tanned breasts. She
                    looked so pretty, but sadly she seemed to be crying. Like many guys, I
                    have a soft spot and protective feeling for girls who are crying, so I
                    approached her gently, excusing myself and asking in a sensitive tone if
                    she needed any help. She had ceased crying and gave me a weak smile, so
                    I invited her to join our group, which I was sure would cheer her up,
                    as we were on very good form.

                    The young woman’s name was Lilly and it was great luck finding her for she

                    turned-out to be delightful company. Lilly was a student at the
                    University of Heidelberg and had come to Oktoberfest with a friend, who
                    had sadly abandoned her for a boy, leaving her alone and naturally
                    unhappy. I was determined to look after her and keep her entertained so
                    she would forget her troubles.

                    The drink was flowing freely and so

                    was the fun, as folk started to stand on tables in the beer hall
                    sinking steins of beer straight down-in-one to the cheers of the crowd.
                    At the encouragement of my companions and after having boasted of
                    drinking a “yard” of beer at home, I too climbed onto our table and to
                    the bellow of the crowd proceeded to down a liter of beer, turning the
                    stein upside down over my head as proof it was empty. Feeling very manly
                    and proud of myself, I gave an enthusiastic Lilly a hug and a kiss on
                    the lips.

                    Lilly may have been slight, but she was made of strong

                    stuff, as she too climbed onto the table with her stein and to our
                    surprise and to a huge roar from the crowd, proceeded to sink her beer
                    in such a smooth and efficient manner that this would have impressed
                    even a fat builder down the pub. I kind of fell in love with Lilly at
                    that moment, as any girl that can do that will always have a special
                    place in my heart.

                    Soon Lilly and I were kissing and cuddling,

                    somewhat rudely for public consumption since we were both very drunk. I
                    put my strong arms around her and she held onto me tightly as we walked
                    back to the little flat that I had rented. I bought a couple of flowers
                    from a stall to put in her hair, which made her look so cute and as
                    pretty as a picture.

                    When we had entered the cozy, warm flat, we

                    proceeded to the sofa, snogging passionately. We were both kissing and
                    stroking each other’s adoring faces, my hands then fondling the lovely
                    round globes that had been teasing me all evening from above her
                    tight-laced dress. Soon my other hand had worked up under her skirt and
                    was rubbing her moistening slit through silky panties. Lilly began to
                    moan and reached to stroke my swelling cock trapped uncomfortably in my
                    trousers.

                    I moved my head down to Lilly’s pert boobs, releasing them

                    gently from her dirndl and sucking on them with my mouth wide open, my
                    tongue flicking her stiff little nipples. Pulling panties aside allowed
                    my fingers to stroke her pussy lips, rubbing rapidly to and fro over her
                    engorged clit, causing Lilly to arch her back and groan as she
                    approached her first orgasm. Within a minute or so, this gorgeous girl
                    was writhing and spasming as she came on my probing fingers.

                    We both

                    undressed, admiring each other’s firm bodies as we did so. Lilly slid
                    her hands down my muscular frame and dropped onto her knees to envelop
                    the head of my stiff cock into her mouth, whilst stroking up and down
                    the thick shaft. My knees almost buckled at the pleasure of it and I
                    stroked her face lovingly, as she looked up at me with wide, lustful
                    eyes.

                    I could not hold back for long and so with balls rising and

                    pressure building to bursting point, I spurted my seed into Lilly’s
                    mouth, onto her pretty face and then my last drops of pearly spunk
                    sprinkling onto small, tanned boobs. This longed for release had me
                    groaning manfully and gently cupping Lilly’s approving face.

                    Lilly

                    went to the bathroom and I lay down to recover my strength. When the
                    lovely, slender girl returned, she laid back on the soft couch and
                    opened her legs to allow easy access for my tongue to her very wet
                    pussy. Lapping at her lips and darting my tongue over her love-bud soon
                    had her mewling like a cat and clutching my head between her thighs.
                    Probing in and out her with my tongue like a little wet cock, whilst
                    flicking her sensitive clit lightly from side to side with my thumb,
                    soon had her twisting and turning in a second huge orgasm.

                    Laying

                    back with my big cock pointing obscenely into the air was all the
                    invitation Lilly needed to hop on board. Facing me, she eased down
                    slowly, impaling her tight pussy onto my prick, moaning as she did so.
                    Her mouth gaped in ecstasy as she bobbed up and down, my hands holding
                    her soft bottom and I could hardly take my eyes from her lovely boobs
                    jiggling away.

                    Picking Lilly up and standing, I continued to pump,

                    much to her delight, as I turned around to place her on her back, thighs
                    wide apart, so I could continue to thrust deeply in the missionary
                    position. I loved seeing the pleasure on her face and hearing her
                    high-pitched yelps as I ploughed into this beautiful little creature.

                    The

                    pace of our lovemaking became faster and faster and more desperate at
                    the coming explosion. Bodies slammed against one another, balls smacking
                    against swollen lips making wet slapping sounds as we screwed like
                    beasts. There was no holding back and with a great cry, suddenly it
                    came, spunk splashing out in hot white streams coating the insides of a
                    grasping and welcoming pussy which itself was contracting rhythmically
                    in orgasm.

                    Lying next to each other, we kissed and cuddled, then

                    slowly drifted off to sleep. Later in the morning, we ate bread rolls
                    for breakfast and then went back to bed for we both had terrible
                    hangovers from a day and night of partying.
                    It was a sad feeling when
                    Lilly finally left that day to re-join her disloyal friend for the
                    journey back to Heidelberg, as our fun and erotic acquaintance might
                    have been short, but that beautiful girl had surely become one of the
                    great lovers in my life.

                    The mountains of Bavaria are one of my

                    favorite places, great for walking and watching nature, which are my
                    main hobbies. A few years ago I drove across Europe in my Jeep to stay
                    at an Alpine chalet with the aim of finding some Edelweiss flowers and
                    watching Chamois, which are rare mountain goats. Both of these species
                    live high on the tops which meant strenuous climbing up into the snow
                    zone. It’s such good exercise that German Alpine troops are encouraged
                    to scale the mountains to find Edelweiss as proof of their fitness and
                    courage. They used to pick them for their lapels, but today these are
                    actually quite rare flowers and now a protected species.

                    As I was in

                    Bavaria in September time, I also booked accommodation in Munich in
                    order to attend the famous Oktoberfest; yes, I know, it actually takes
                    place in September, rather than October for some odd reason. If you have
                    never been to the Oktoberfest, I would strongly recommend it at least
                    once in a lifetime, as it’s an amazing party. If you don’t like crowds
                    then it might not be for you, but if you enjoy quaffing large steins of
                    beer, scoffing bratwurst and watching the colorful spectacle of folk
                    dressed-up traditional costumes, you would love it.

                    by Stonemarten, for Literotica
                    0 min
                  • A Virgin Brit On A Holiday: Part 2
                     A Virgin Brit On A Holiday: Part 2
                    The Busty Truckdriver in 1960s France.

                    By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



                    The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college

                    not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I
                    could about life and have some serious fun.

                    I had started my long break by visiting my Tante

                    Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me
                    to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my
                    life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human
                    sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.

                    Where to go next and what to do had been the two big

                    questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my
                    options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish
                    Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply,
                    enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan.

                    Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my

                    budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long
                    distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to
                    Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby.

                    Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line

                    from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two
                    roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of
                    lift.

                    My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even

                    get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that
                    life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company.

                    My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British

                    lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the
                    rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the
                    passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side,
                    now that we were in France.

                    As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from

                    the depths of the cab hailed me with,

                    "Hop in sweetheart."

                    I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung

                    myself & my duffle in.

                    "Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed

                    my bag under my legs & settled myself into the seat.

                    "Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied,

                    taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if
                    the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She
                    wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight
                    around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about
                    thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin.

                    "So 'ow long you going for?"

                    "I don't have to be back until October to start

                    university classes."

                    "Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she

                    shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks.

                    “Speaking of work,” I ventured a question..

                    “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered?
                    How’s that working out?”


                    “My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my
                    pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.” 

                    “How’d you learn?” I asked.

                    “Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend

                    freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was
                    around.” She explained.

                    The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to

                    know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the
                    same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently
                    picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours.

                    "So off for the three-S holiday are we?"

                    "The three S?" I said quizzically.

                    "Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell

                    someone’s age by their three esses?"

                    "Sorry, I'm not with you."

                    "Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S

                    with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?"

                    "OK!"

                    "Sun, sea and?"

                    "Sand!"

                    This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I

                    have ever heard in my life!

                    "OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and

                    sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?"

                    "Sangria?"

                    "Getting better, much better, but still not there. One

                    more try."

                    I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is

                    sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only
                    just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of
                    nowhere.

                    "Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind

                    was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it.

                    "How many letters?" She took one hand off the

                    wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted.

                    "Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot

                    believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my
                    brains, but even sangria was only seven.

                    "I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into

                    silence. I could hardly believe my ears.

                    "Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging.

                    Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings
                    were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond
                    hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'!

                    "Come on now." She said placing one hand on my

                    knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all.
                    "Don't tell me I'm wrong.”

                    "Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your

                    ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are
                    johnnies in your pack aren't there?"

                    This was getting out of hand. This busty & fit lady had

                    just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner.

                    "You win." I said reluctantly.

                    "Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking

                    lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken
                    beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples.

                    "Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she

                    meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was.

                    "Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing

                    all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!"
                    Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh.

                    "That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where

                    every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything."

                    I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head.

                    Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one
                    naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting
                    to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an
                    erection and what to do then?

                    "I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I

                    muttered weakly.

                    "Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and

                    tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The
                    first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those
                    magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop
                    thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled
                    past.

                    "OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the

                    dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a
                    forfeit. You start."

                    I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply

                    enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal
                    conversation when she asked me.

                    "Truth or dare?"

                    "Truth."

                    "What's the most embarrassing moment of your

                    life?" Shit! I thought.

                    "Do I have to answer."

                    "Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a

                    forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging."

                    "Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's

                    bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'."

                    The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them

                    off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for
                    truth."

                    "What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting

                    an evasive answer.

                    "My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly

                    taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you
                    loose your virginity."

                    "Um, er, well, er......"

                    "Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?"

                    "Er yes."

                    "Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with

                    a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go."

                    "How old were you when you first had sex?"

                    "Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young

                    enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday
                    party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd
                    fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn.
                    If you were a girl for a day what would you do?"

                    I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this

                    wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could
                    really think of the answer my mouth said.

                    "Find a nice boy and take him up to my room."

                    "Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It

                    didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple
                    of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not
                    exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done."

                    I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described

                    her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were
                    definitely a liberating decade.

                    Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a

                    diagonal line with lots of other lorries.

                    "That's it for today. Let's eat."

                    We walked over to the building and as I followed her I

                    couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring
                    bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet
                    flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket.

                    They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass

                    of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very
                    reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception.

                    "Where are you off to?"

                    "Get a room."

                    "Well, if you want to save some money and you promise

                    to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the
                    bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them.
                    Your decision."

                    I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This

                    very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable
                    enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was
                    offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then!

                    We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to

                    natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a
                    day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs.

                    She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was

                    pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage
                    of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but
                    wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with
                    those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this
                    because I could feel my cock swelling.

                    She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming

                    uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap.

                    "Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound

                    convincing but obviously failed.

                    "We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare."

                    Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over
                    here and get a bit more comfortable."

                    What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was

                    na ve.

                    "Seriously?"

                    "Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to

                    take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times."

                    Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and

                    under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked.
                    First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less
                    embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either.

                    "Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've

                    promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just
                    how good you can be."

                    The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening?

                    Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines
                    or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat
                    older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on.

                    After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms

                    and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently
                    on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it
                    towards her entrance.

                    No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a

                    real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the
                    slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started
                    screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and
                    whispered in my ear.

                    "Just stay still, don't try to move."

                    I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself

                    against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and
                    filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience
                    was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly.

                    "Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered

                    realising it hadn't been much of a success for her.

                    "Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent

                    tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits
                    yet and here I was, spent.

                    "I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit

                    quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this
                    moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a
                    virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse."

                    I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she

                    stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If
                    I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour
                    or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready
                    to go again after just a few minutes of stroking.

                    "This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you

                    to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly
                    got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back
                    and you have promised to be good."

                    She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out

                    mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower
                    and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts,
                    feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her
                    without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close.
                    It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum
                    it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time.

                    We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a

                    revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the
                    building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road.

                    "My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to

                    Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and
                    mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady.

                    We chatted as she drove and learned a lot about each other's

                    lives. I still couldn't take my eyes off her sizable jiggling tits and every
                    time I thought about the previous evening I started to get another erection.
                    She seemed to enjoy getting me worked up with her risqu conversation. She
                    talked so freely about sex, as though it might have been the weather.

                    We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near

                    the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the
                    unloading.

                    "I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy

                    staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab."

                    The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another

                    reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and
                    most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my
                    embarrassment.

                    "Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have

                    ya?"

                    "Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she

                    raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take
                    you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch
                    flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave
                    a burst of that dirty laugh.

                    We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable,

                    without being in any way posh.

                    "Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed

                    for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your
                    kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and
                    she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop."

                    I was still processing the information. We were going to

                    shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

                    My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest

                    of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My
                    eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off
                    that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection.

                    We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I

                    mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they
                    were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which
                    was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her
                    pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily
                    my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best
                    not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did.

                    She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of

                    soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other.
                    This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself
                    at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of
                    my cock.

                    The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several

                    times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she
                    spoke.

                    "OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take

                    the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then
                    washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off."

                    Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may

                    have been learning fast, but I was still na ve.

                    After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She

                    encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts
                    and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between
                    her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about,
                    investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is
                    until she slid down my body and kissed it.

                    I had never heard of this before and she sensed my

                    apprehension.

                    "Just relax and go with it!" These were the last

                    words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about
                    blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood
                    exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again.

                    "Girls like this too, you know," She said

                    pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By
                    now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged
                    between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy,
                    pink lipped, bl

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                  • A Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1
                    A Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1
                    Part 1: Tante Marie’s chateau of delights.

                    By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



                    I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a

                    whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month
                    and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been
                    cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to
                    explore the world, well northern France at least.

                    We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first

                    month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to
                    TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn't mean castle. It in fact means a
                    gentleman's residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.

                    I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw

                    bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60's, actually
                    it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise:
                    never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic
                    French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than
                    the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages.

                    Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau

                    as the place was enormous and, even in the 60's, quite unmanageable for a
                    single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes.

                    The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau

                    with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings.
                    Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the
                    land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private
                    production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy.

                    As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a

                    certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private
                    consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had
                    applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of
                    this magic potion all over the farm.

                    The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his

                    throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle
                    Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something
                    of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard
                    work didn't worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French
                    bicycles I could use in my spare time.

                    It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple

                    motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to
                    pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never
                    have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers
                    to offer it. That was not the way things happened then.

                    The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante

                    Marise's chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first
                    introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards
                    her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England
                    at the time, but very pleasant.

                    She was petite, with short dark hair and very square

                    glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I
                    calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat
                    and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They
                    had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had
                    been a delight.

                    Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed

                    the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the
                    English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was
                    probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature

                    I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed

                    success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with
                    that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV
                    programme 'Allo 'Allo.

                    However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my

                    conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after
                    supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a
                    valuable experience.

                    It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear

                    very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very
                    obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of
                    not wearing a bra.

                    This was a completely new trend at that time and usually

                    only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over
                    in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most
                    delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal
                    fantasies.

                    Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and,

                    after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the
                    'Bureau' to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a
                    great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever
                    see now in caricatures of French moustaches.

                    On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch

                    TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqu than its English
                    equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly
                    usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same.

                    How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant

                    distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest
                    dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly
                    no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can't remember what we called
                    female genitalia back then but it probably wasn't as nice as my newly acquired
                    French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that.

                    One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the

                    'Bureau' discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film,
                    featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the
                    tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma
                    bitte', which means ‘my dick’, as I had heard the actors calling
                    it.

                    The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau' and whatever

                    they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the
                    farm.

                    Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys'

                    boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever,
                    except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the
                    vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voil , reproduction! The
                    detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined,
                    still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back
                    then: much more.

                    I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone

                    seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health
                    & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time.

                    Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing

                    sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I
                    hadn't learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with
                    the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau's day couch were seriously erotic.
                    Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking
                    Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so.

                    Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante

                    Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day
                    couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine's cock in her foufoune!
                    Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant
                    hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was
                    sexy!

                    I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited

                    with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could
                    hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting
                    louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants!

                    I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people

                    actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was
                    more than I could stand.

                    I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot

                    of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet
                    patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn't normally go to bed this
                    early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers.

                    I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down

                    would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to
                    keep my cock firmly locked up.

                    Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard

                    her show Antoine out with a cheery,

                    " la prochaine." Or, until next time.

                    What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to

                    do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting
                    ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from
                    wandering.

                    She didn't look any different! But she'd just been fucking!

                    How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting
                    between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat
                    as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even.

                    I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree

                    of blas normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs
                    because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just
                    overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having
                    sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of
                    recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my
                    room.

                    I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark

                    naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open
                    window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed
                    with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind.

                    Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her

                    foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine's hands on her bum as he thrust into
                    her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many
                    vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as
                    possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I
                    knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier,
                    but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less.

                    I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my

                    mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until
                    the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some
                    reason the thought of Antoine's massive hands clutching her pert little bottom
                    still produces a stirring all these years later.

                    The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we

                    always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty.

                    At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained

                    a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern
                    contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War
                    Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient.
                    There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a
                    drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami.

                    It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards,

                    turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly:
                    but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an
                    erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I
                    got back to my room.

                    The day's work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed

                    for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next
                    changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the
                    bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked
                    form of Tante Marise.

                    The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays

                    with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a
                    silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls
                    have hair 'down there.' Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a
                    motion all their own.

                    Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and

                    Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later,
                    modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered.

                    "D sol ."

                    D sol ! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting

                    moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic
                    response.

                    "De rien!" It's nothing!

                    Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female

                    and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn't had time to
                    think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to
                    full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects
                    of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced.

                    We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the

                    incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards.

                    Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What

                    a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise
                    enjoys a noisy shag.' Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it
                    and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe
                    just one more when I get back upstairs?

                    This particular night produced another film in the series

                    that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time
                    sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal.

                    As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine

                    was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory
                    rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They
                    were clearly just about to fuck.

                    This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago

                    seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing,
                    hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity
                    had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte'. It is very easy to
                    forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually
                    inexperienced.

                    Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise

                    placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes
                    with a beguiling smile and said.

                    " Un peu rac , non?" A little racy? This was

                    torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and
                    placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted
                    my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first
                    experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was
                    so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end.

                    What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly

                    with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my
                    courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I
                    touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over
                    her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how
                    exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up
                    towards my groin.

                    I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys

                    first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not
                    ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her
                    hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly
                    brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed
                    the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and
                    said.

                    "I think it is time you to go to your room."

                    The next morning at breakfast I just didn't know where to

                    look. I had stroked Tante Marise's naked breasts the previous evening and had
                    orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even
                    teased me by asking,

                    "So you had the pleasant dreams, no?"

                    The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were

                    taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was
                    never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful
                    night, but some were pretty hot.

                    By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film

                    got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing
                    her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control
                    not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off
                    before going to the parlor to watch TV.

                    On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her

                    breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking
                    directly.

                    "How is it that you like to make the

                    masturbations?" The French language can be a little direct sometimes.

                    After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by

                    telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.' Her openness on
                    matters sexual left me aghast.

                    I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my

                    bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn't leave a mark on the bedding.

                    My admission was met with one word, "Viens, which means

                    come."

                    She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was

                    leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and
                    climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all
                    the way to the bathroom at the end.

                    She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing

                    the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine
                    which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the
                    straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante
                    Marise dressed only in panties!

                    Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at

                    me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn't help
                    staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts,
                    triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk.

                    "Viens, viens. Clothes off!"

                    I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse,

                    and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze
                    of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked,
                    standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person
                    ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but
                    touching my navel.

                    "This is special." She said, as she took me by the

                    hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she
                    directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert
                    instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands
                    flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy
                    it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash.

                    I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt

                    completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt
                    larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the
                    luxuriant triangle between her legs.

                    I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there.

                    Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find
                    that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly
                    slippery and welcoming.

                    I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately

                    hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted
                    this to go on for as long as possible.

                    It could not last for ever though, and eventually she

                    maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest
                    and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against
                    me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh.
                    She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear.

                    "Now you relax." Her hand, full of soap, gently

                    surrounded my cock and pulled the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness. This
                    was not going to last for long, the build up had been too much. Try as I might,
                    there was no stopping that primal sensation.

                    As she continued her expert manipulations, the sensation

                    started

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