By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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By cocteleo for Literotica

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It is the Regency era, in England. King George the 3rd is mentally ill and has lost the American colonies through his unstable rule. Prince George the 4th became the kingdom’s regent and restored calm and elevated culture, society, and piety. The social classes are clearly defined, but everyone lives in fear of descending to a lower class through poverty or lesser associations.

Mr. Henry Carter, curate of the Anglican parish of Glenwood, was having a hard time adjusting to his new role. He had recently obtained his position several months ago, working under the rector, a stout man in his 50s, Mr. Niles Brewer.

Henry, being a very devout young person of age 24, was shocked when he had arrived in Glenwood and become aware of the indolent practice of Mr. Brewer. The rector did perhaps two hours of work every week, sending Henry to do the rest as he relaxed in his study with a novel and a plate of cookies.

It had been a stroke of luck, or so he had thought, when Henry had been offered the curacy at Glenwood. It was a prosperous parish, and his living now exceeded that of many of his friends at university. But the indifferent way in which Mr. Brewer conducted church business was, well, unholy! To counteract his employer's laziness, Henry threw himself into the community, working feverishly on sermons in between attending to all of the baptisms, marriages, and funerals, as well as visiting the poor.

Mr. Brewer just laughed. "Don't work too hard, my boy!" he would say in his jovial, booming voice. "The church will get along fine with just a Sunday sermon and a sacrament here and there. No need to go to all of that trouble."

His careless words just seemed to make the fervor in Henry grow even brighter. He had visions of glory in which the people of Glenwood would hail him as a stalwart leader of the community, when they would sit in rapturous silence and drink in his inspiring words from the pulpit every Sunday.

This afternoon, he walked along the village street, completely unaware of the attention his tall, broad-shouldered figure, clad all in black, generated among the women of Glenwood. Any eligible young man newly arrived to the neighborhood was a welcome sight; for him to be handsome, with a thick thatch of black hair and serious gray eyes, was an exciting bonus. Henry, his head full of romantic notions of the clergy, hardly noticed the teasing looks directed his way. He had sometimes thought the young ladies of the parish were a little more than attentive, but his brain was too much in an abstract fog to notice, which of course added to his mysterious appeal.

He was on his way to the house of Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlain, wealthy landowners with three young daughters. The oldest, Belinda, had just turned 18 and had come out the season before. She was generally recognized to be the belle of Glenwood, with beautiful, curling blonde hair and the face of an angel with wide, blue eyes. Her body had ripened becomingly into lush curves that stirred the fantasies of all the young men in the village. All the young men except for Henry, of course.

Henry arrived at the door and the unsmiling butler led him to Mr. Chamberlain's study. The older gentleman was of the round, red-faced variety and he waved Henry in. "Come in, come in, Mr. Carter. I must say, I'm very glad to see you." He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped his sweaty brow.

"How may I be of service, Mr. Chamberlain? Your message sounded most urgent." Henry sat down across the desk.

"Well, well," Mr. Chamberlain coughed. He seemed to be having trouble with his words. Henry waited patiently. "You see, Mr. Carter, the trouble is with Belinda."

"Belinda?" Henry searched his memory. "Your eldest daughter, you mean?"

"Yes, her." For a few seconds, Mr. Chamberlain's face grew so red that Henry was alarmed. Should the old gentleman have sent for a doctor instead of a clergyman? But Mr. Chamberlain shook himself and started again.

"It has come to our attention-- That is, the missus and I have discovered-- Well, Belinda has been acting very strangely of late. Yesterday, the housekeeper found her--ahem--exhibiting herself to the gardener in the greenhouse. This was, unfortunately, not the first time." Mr. Chamberlain pulled at his collar and Henry cleared his throat, feeling suddenly discomfited as well. The small study seemed to grow close and hot.

"She has been giving us trouble for some time now. We have caught her with the butcher's boy in the shed. And there was that time our friend Mr. Allenby came to stay... He was absolutely shocked at her behavior. Shocked to his toes!" He harrumphed and opened a drawer in his desk, bringing out a long, thick object. Henry stared as Mr. Chamberlain dropped it on the desk with a loud, wooden thud. "And Mrs. Chamberlain found this in her bedchamber the other day."

Henry leaned forward to inspect it more closely. It was carved in the shape of a phallus. A rather large phallus, from Henry's experience in all of his years of boarding school and university.

"Who knows where she got this!" Mr. Chamberlain said in an explosive grunt. "She won't tell us, and we are at our wits' end. As you know, Mr. Carter, a young lady's reputation is all she has, and my wife and I are worried that Belinda's marriage prospects, not to mention those of her younger sisters, will be utterly ruined if word gets out of her wanton behavior."

Henry gazed at his host in utter bewilderment. "But sir, why am I here? What do you expect me to do?"

"How the hell should I know?" Mr. Chamberlain was gruff in his own ignorance of how to handle his lusty daughter. "You're the clergyman. Talk to her and fix this!"

He stood up and rang the bell and as Henry sputtered in his seat, the door opened and in walked Belinda.

For once, Henry did not have his head in the clouds, thinking of his next sermon. It was the first time he had really seen the girl without blindly passing his gaze over her, and the blonde's beauty stunned him into a brief stupor. Before he knew it, Mr. Chamberlain had slammed the door behind him, leaving them alone in the study, which all of a sudden felt suffocatingly small.

Belinda, for her part, took Henry in with a long glance. His strong jaw was taut and his gray eyes stormy. She curtsied and walked forward. He hastily jumped to his feet and bowed.

"Miss Belinda!" he said, in a slightly strangled voice.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Carter," she responded, her honeyed voice raising the little hairs on the back of his neck.

Ever since he had gotten over his awkward teen years, Henry had devoted himself wholesale to his studies. He had even thought of taking a vow of celibacy, not wanting the sins of the flesh to distract him from his dream of becoming an archdeacon. Thus, it had been a long time since he had felt any stirring in his nether regions, and his cheeks took on a hot flush when he realized his cock was coming to life at the sight of Belinda's ripe body, clad in a simple navy dress.

He abruptly sat down again to hide his uncomfortable state and attempted to take control of the situation. The young girl was standing before him now, the large desk behind her. The light from the windows beyond created a nimbus around her figure and Henry swallowed hard at the irony of this angelic-looking creature hiding such sinful desires.

"Miss Belinda," he began, "Your father has charged me with the task of curing you of your unnatural proclivities."

Belinda merely continued looking at him, with a serene smile on her lovely countenance. She leaned back against the desk, her hands resting on its surface. The position seemed to push her ample bosom up higher, already straining at the tight confines of her bodice.

"I-I command you to stop this behavior at once. God does not look kindly on those who indulge in the seven deadly sins, and as you know, lust is one of the" Henry trailed off, suddenly realizing two things. One, that in his rush to exit, Mr. Chamberlain had left the wooden phallus out on his desk, and two, Belinda's slender fingers were now caressing it.

He started when Belinda said, "Continue, Mr. Carter. You were saying something about lust?"

Henry dragged his eyes from where Belinda's delicate, white hand was stroking that unholy instrument. Her face looked as angelic as ever.

"Ahem, yes. As I was saying, God will punish those who give in to their base desires. You are a good girl, Miss Belinda," Henry said, although with a swelling of doubt in his heart. "Don't you want to reach the gates of Heaven?"

"Oh but Mr. Carter," she said. "I have discovered a Heaven here on our Earthly plane. It is the most blessed feeling, and I feel sure God would not disapprove."

Henry's face grew red at her implication and he stammered again. "Tha; that is for me to say, Miss Belinda. And I say again, that God will punish you with the fires of hell for your sinful actions."

Belinda did not seem to be affected by his threats. Instead, she ran a hand over the enticing swell of her breasts down over her skirts before she cupped her sex between her thighs, her white skin in contrast to the dark blue of her dress.

"But sir," she purred wickedly. "I have such an ache, just here. How shall I fill this ache in a way that God will approve?" She brought the large, wooden phallus down and thrust it where her hand had been, the fabric of her dress and underthings bunching with it.

Henry was open-mouthed now, his brow sheened with sweat. He tugged at his collar and cleared his throat, but seemed to have nothing more to say at the moment.

"I feel so empty all the time," Belinda pouted as she continued to thrust the instrument between her outspread thighs. With her other hand, she massaged her right breast, tweaking her nipple, which Henry could see straining through the fabric. "I need to be filled so bad!"

She pulled her generous neckline down, exposing one perfect, creamy breast, tipped with a rosy pink bud.

"Miss Belinda!" Henry made to stand, but all of a sudden, Belinda slid up onto the desk and pushed her stockinged foot down, right onto the large bulge in his black breeches. Henry gripped the arms of the chair as he groaned at the feel of her small foot on his clothed cock. She must have taken her shoes off while she stood there tempting him; he glanced down to see her slippers in a haphazard heap on the rug.

"Why, Mr. Carter!" Belinda's voice became husky and even more alluring. "What's this? Are you also filled with an ache? An ache that only a Heavenly act can relieve?" She ran her toes over his huge bulge and hummed appreciatively. "I can tell you've been gifted by God with an instrument of large size. Is it as big as this?"

She brought the phallus up to her mouth now and stuck out her little pink tongue to give it a long lick.

Henry whimpered in his chair, his cock an unyielding rod of iron. The sight of Belinda's rosebud mouth engaging in such an obscene act was inflaming him with the Devil's own power. "No, no," he said when Belinda began lifting her skirts. She propped her other foot up on the desk beside her, the nimble limb long and white, encased in a cream-colored stocking up to her knee. As she uncovered her sex, Henry was horrified to see that she was entirely bare.

"Oh, yes!" said Belinda, still pressing her dainty foot against his rock-hard crotch. She ran her fingers through her downy curls, glistening with moisture. "Umm," she said as she rubbed the apex of her cunny, "This is where it aches the most. And when I touch it, I feel as if God himself has touched me."

She circled her clit in hungry movements, moaning around the wooden phallus in her mouth. "Mr. Carter, it feels so good!"

"It's the Devil, Miss Belinda!" Henry choked out. Belinda's little toes squeezed his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head as she gave a small, delighted laugh.

"I don't think so, Mr. Carter. It must be a higher power of good at work, not evil." She spread her cunny lips open and Henry groaned at the sight of her pulsing slit, dripping with her juices. "And when I do this, it feels as if the Heavens have opened."

Belinda brought the wooden instrument, now shining wetly with the efforts of her tongue, to her cunny's opening and began to work it inside with short thrusts, all the time letting out the most delicious and lascivious cries of pleasure. "Oh yes, Mr. Carter!" she said when it was hilted several inches in her tight cunny. She held it in while she frigged her clit with her other hand. "Umm, I love it so much!"

She began to slide the phallus in and out of her sopping cunt and it made lewd, wet noises every time she thrust it home again. "Oh fuck!" she cried out, her hands a blur between her thighs.

Henry thought he might faint. The exquisite pressure of her foot on his cock, along with the mouth-watering smell that was coming from Belinda's soaked cunny, was making him light-headed. He tried to grasp at the Lord's Prayer with his dazed mind. It had never before failed to center and strengthen his devout conviction, but it certainly failed him now. All he could see and hear was Belinda, her luscious, enticing body making him want things he shouldn't.

"Oh, I'm going to come, Mr. Carter!" she cried out now, pounding her cunny with the phallus. Every time she said his name, Henry's cock jumped and seemed to grow even harder. He squirmed in the chair, his eyes glued to the sight of Belinda's violent release.

"Yes!" she hissed as she shuddered in obvious bliss, her hips writhing on the desk. She slapped at her cunny, each strike making a filthy, wet sound amid her nasty moans. On the final slap, she slid the phallus out and her cunny gushed with a flood of juices all over the carpet as she moaned, long and loud.

The sight sent Henry overboard and he groaned in ecstatic release as his cock pulsed, staining his breeches with a dark patch of moisture. His hands held onto the arms of the chair with a white-knuckled grip as he came, the pleasure so overwhelming that he did not notice a smirking Belinda slide to her knees between his legs.

"Ahh!" he yelped when he felt her hands on his sensitive member, fishing him out of his breeches. He looked down just in time to see Belinda open that pink, rosebud mouth and engulf his softening cock, glistening with his seed.

"Oh my Lord!" he cried out, his hands automatically coming to her head to push her away, but for some reason, his fingers tightened around her golden curls instead. When he felt her small hand fondle his balls and his cock harden once more in her hot, velvet mouth, he whimpered.

"Umm, Mr. Carter, delicious!" Belinda said, popping off his stiff shaft with a long suck. "You're so big! You're bigger than any other man I've seen!" Henry had indeed been blessed by God in that department. Belinda's hand looked tiny, barely encasing his thick girth, and it was longer even than her wooden phallus. She had a greedy look in her eyes as she stroked and licked up and down his engorged length.

"I can't wait until you fuck me with this huge cock, Mr. Carter!" she said, twisting her hands around him as she took him again into the moist cavern of her mouth.

His head lolling on the back of the chair, blinding pleasure running through him, Henry could only moan weakly, "No, no, the Devil's work."

"Nonsense!" Belinda said in her low, soothing voice, all the while continuing her depraved movements with her hands and lips. "You know as well as I do that once a man and woman are married, the joining of two bodies is celebrated."

She leaned forward and took one of his balls in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue until he gave a loud groan. "If we're married, Henry, then we can do this every day with God's blessing. In fact, I think God would allow it even if we were engaged!"

Henry vaguely registered the fact that she had just used his Christian name. His thoughts were in a whirl of wanton destruction. He could not focus as she tortured him with her unholy touch. But when that touch suddenly left him, he groaned in disappointment.

He lifted his head and saw that Belinda was lying on her back on the carpet now, her skirts rucked up to her waist and her legs wide open to expose her swollen, pink cunny. Her beautiful tits were both out now, squeezed together between her arms. She was rubbing herself again with two hands, lewdly spreading her juices all over her puffy lower lips.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Henry? Don't you want to stick your huge, hard cock inside me?" She spread herself open and he salivated at the sight of that enticing, dark hole.

"Umm, Henry, I want to be your wife," Belinda continued as she slipped her fingers all around her wet core. "You could fuck me every night, every day, every hour if we were married! Don't you want that, Henry?" Her voice was honeyed seduction and Henry dropped to his knees in front of her, his enormous cock straining out in front of him, drawn to the indecent sight of Belinda's fingers pushing into her cunny.

She brought them up to her mouth and licked them and Henry moaned at the sight, his cock now pressed against her entrance, slick and silky.

"Say you'll marry me, Henry. Say it!" Belinda drew her tongue over her bottom lip, her bright blue eyes mesmerizing him. She brought her fingers to her perky nipples and pinched them, letting out a grunt as her hips shifted against him.

"Yes, yes!" Henry whispered, and then crammed his monster cock into her tight, pulsing heat.

"Fuck! Yes!" Belinda cried, her body straining to accommodate his huge size. "Oh my God, you're so big!" She wiggled and squirmed as he relentlessly drove into her, gaining another inch with every thrust until he was pounding his entire length into her as she moaned in satisfaction and gripped his ass hard, urging him on.

Henry's hands were braced on each side of Belinda's head, and he stared down at her, watching as pleasure washed over her features. He had never seen anything so beautiful as she, with her clear, azure gaze fixed on him in an expression of love and devotion.

He looked down to see his cock pummeling her tight cunt, her opening stretched around him, and her creamy breasts bouncing with every thrust. Groaning at the sight, his hips began to move faster as the pleasure built and built inside of him.

"You feel so good, Henry," Belinda said and he lifted his head to meet her gaze again. Her eyelids had lowered and a flush had stolen over her porcelain complexion. "Keep going, harder, harder! Fuck, Henry, I'm going to come again! I'm going to come all over your cock!"

And as Henry felt her channel grip his member over and over in its velvet grasp as Belinda shook and moaned beneath him, he closed his eyes and commended his soul to the Lord.

His balls tightened and after hammering his huge member into that spasming cunny several more times, his cock burst in an eruption of cum. His sticky seed shot into Belinda's sucking womb with force, pumping with orgasmic pulses. "Oh my fucking God!" he cried out, shuddering as the intense pleasure overwhelmed him, flowing out of his shaft in waves of bliss. He ground his pelvis into her for a long minute before collapsing on top of her, panting heavily his mind in a daze. As Belinda ran her hands up and down his back, she let out a laugh, low and triumphant.

Fifteen minutes later, Henry was standing next to Belinda in front of her parents in the sitting room. He was stammering out an explanation of their sudden engagement as she held his hand. She wore an extremely satisfied smile on her beautiful face. Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlain were, of course, flummoxed by this recent news, but they were not unpleased. It was a relief to finally get their troublesome daughter off their hands, after all.

As for Belinda, it would be some time before she confessed to her husband, late one night while she rode his cock, that she had planned to snare him from the start. "An angel came to me in a dream," she explained, pulling a moan out of Henry, writhing beneath her, as she leaned back and squeezed his balls in her hand. "And the angel told me what a big cock you had!"

Fiona, middle daughter of the Chamberlain family, was having a hard time sleeping. In fact, for the past year, ever since her older sister Belinda had married Henry Carter, the local curate, she had been having trouble sleeping.

The crux of the problem was that Mr. Brewer was still the rector of Glenwood, and thus occupied the rectory with his wife and family. Henry had been renting rooms in the village, but after the wedding, he had taken up residence at the Chamberlains' very large manor house, sharing quarters with his new wife in the east wing.

Unfortunately, Fiona also slept in the east wing. Her bedchamber was right next to that of the young couple, and the walls were lamentably thin.

Tonight, she lay atop her covers, overheated from the summer warmth and, as always, from what she heard from the other side of the wall, where the head of her bed was located.

"Oh yes, Henry, give me that big, hard cock!"

"You like it when I stuff your tight, little cunny full, don't you, Belinda?"

"Umm, I love it! You fuck me so good, Henry!"

As she began to feel dampness between her thighs, Fiona wondered briefly if things had been getting worse lately. When Henry had first come to Glenwood, he had been a very distracted young man. Although there was no denying his good looks, his head was always up in the clouds except when he was in the pulpit. Then, he would preach with a burning fervor in his eyes that made the good people of Glenwood rather nervous. It was just all too puritanical and, well, American.

When the engagement between Belinda, the eldest daughter, and Henry had been announced, the whole Chamberlain family had been rather shocked. Fiona had even ventured to ask Belinda if she was sure that the serious, overly devout Henry was really the husband she wanted.

Belinda had only smiled mysteriously and assured her that Henry had hidden assets that were very appealing. She had told Fiona not to worry and that she knew what she was doing.

And as the months wore on after her sister Belinda’s marriage, Fiona became all too aware of what her brother-in-law’s hidden assets were. Every night through the walls, she heard Belinda constantly praise Henry's enormous cock, how well he filled her up, how much she loved fucking him.

Henry seemed to relax with time as well. The holy glow in his eyes had dissipated and although he was still conscientious in his duties, he did not excessively obsess over the sins of Glenwood's villagers, much to their relief. It was a lot easier to bear the long Sunday sermons without feeling like eternal damnation was only a slight misstep away. And along with this relaxed attitude, Henry had also developed just as filthy a mouth as Belinda's.

Fiona finally climbed out of bed. Her light blonde hair ran down her back in a silvery cascade in the moonlight. Because of the warm summer air, she decided to forego wrapping a dressing robe over her thin gown. She had a very slim figure in contrast to Belinda's busty curves. The only traits the Chamberlain daughters shared in common were blonde hair and blue eyes; their figures were very different. Fiona was tall and straight, with long limbs and an erect posture. Jane, the youngest, was the shortest, with a full, rounded figure. Fiona often thought Belinda was the luckiest of them all, to have the well-endowed, ripe body of a Greek statue. All three, however, were acknowledged beauties in the village and surrounding area.

Silently, Fiona crept out into the hallway and stopped in front of Belinda and Henry's door. Crouching down, she put her eye to the large keyhole. She had been doing this for some time now, first driven to it by an insatiable curiosity to match the sounds coming through the walls with their accompanying sights.

Tonight, Fiona could see Belinda laying on her back on the edge of the bed while Henry stood between her outstretched legs, rutting into her with wild abandon. Belinda's belly was now round with child, and every now and then, Henry would pause, grinding his cock into her cunny while he ran his hands possessively over her taut bump and swollen breasts, telling her how beautiful she was. Belinda, in turn, would moan and beg him to fuck her harder, faster.

Fiona watched until the two lovers came to a shattering climax, Henry stroking himself and painting Belinda's large belly with his cum while she shuddered in ecstasy, gripping her large breasts tightly in her hands.

Then Fiona stumbled back to her bed, her face red with embarrassment. She quickly lifted her nightgown and bit her lip when her shaking fingers found her aching core, dripping wet and tender. She pressed her lips together so she would not make any noise, and began to rub her little nub of pleasure, coming to a crashing orgasm only after a few caresses, she was so worked up. As throes of pleasure racked her body, she trembled on the sheets, her hand clamped between her thighs, swallowing her moans as best she could. When she was finally spent, she turned her face into the pillow and sighed with a mixture of confusion, shame, and longing.

The next morning, Fiona was heavy-eyed and sluggish. She picked at her toast and Mrs. Chamberlain asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing mamma, I just didn't sleep well last night."

Across the table, Belinda caught her eye and gave her a saucy wink, but Fiona quickly looked down at her plate, her face flushed red. Her sister was really too much sometimes!

Mrs. Chamberlain clucked her tongue. "I just don't know what is the matter with you, Fiona. Ever since you turned eighteen, I declare you have been so moody and impossible!" Fiona thought she could tell her mother what the matter was, since her eighteenth birthday had been only a couple of months after Belinda and Henry's wedding.

Instead, she swallowed some tea and let the familiar sounds of breakfast wash over her. Suddenly, her attention was caught by something her father was saying.

"So your old friend Mr. Jennings will be here in a few days, eh?"

Henry replied, "Yes, sir. I expect him on Thursday. Are you sure it's no trouble for him to stay here at the manor for several days?"

"Of course, of course!" Mr. Chamberlain waved his hand expansively. "Plenty of room in this big house, eh? Mr. Jennings is a clergyman, too, then?"

"Yes, a vicar in Wolver Hampton. He said he's long wanted to see this part of the country."

Fiona's attention drifted away again. So they were to have a vicar come to visit. Probably a fat, boring man with white whiskers, like most other priests she'd ever seen. She sighed as she picked up her toast and bit into it.

Three days later, when Fiona sat down for dinner on Thursday, she realized what an error she had made in her estimation of Henry's friend.

Mr. Andrew Jennings was a young man in his mid-twenties, tall and muscled. He and Henry had, in fact, gone to school and then university together. Apparently, his vicarage had a home farm and he was very involved in the running of it. Fiona's youngest sister, Jane, leaned over to whisper that farming must involve quite a lot of lifting of heavy objects if Mr. Jennings' strong physique was any indication. He had golden blonde hair that waved away from his brow and his eyes were such a dark shade of brown that they looked almost black. He and Henry made quite the attractive pair at the dinner table, their hair and eyes a contrast of light and dark.

Mr. Jennings was easy-going and had no problem joining in the conversation in the informal atmosphere of the Chamberlain's dining room. For some reason, however, every time Fiona met his penetrating, dark stare, a shiver ran down her back. She was a naturally shy girl, and this evening was no different. She spent it mostly in silence, nervously avoiding Mr. Jennings' company.

Later that night, despite her continued weariness, she still could not sleep until she had tiptoed out into the hallway and shamefacedly watched through the keyhole again as her brother-in-law debauched Belinda, this time while her sister was on all fours, grunting like an animal. Then, only after Fiona had brought herself to a shuddering climax in her own bed, did she fall into fitful dreams of a shadowy, dark-eyed stranger.

The next evening after dinner, when everyone had gathered in the sitting room, Fiona was startled out of her concentration on her embroidery when Mr. Jennings took a chair beside her.

"And how are you this evening, Miss Fiona?" he asked in his low, cultured voice.

"Fine, thank you, Mr. Jennings. We have been having lovely weather, haven't we?" Fiona fiddled with her embroidery hoop, keeping her gaze on her work. She had successfully evaded Mr. Jennings all day, but he had cornered her now. She looked helplessly at the others in the room, but they seemed to all be gathered around the pianoforte, laughing and joking as Jane plunked out a few notes.

"It has been extremely warm this past week, even more so here in the south,"

Mr. Jennings said in a friendly, conversational tone. "I often wake up thirsty on hot nights, don't you, Miss Fiona?" She made a noncommittal sound in response and he continued. "In fact, last night, I ran down to the kitchen for a glass of water. You can imagine my surprise when I came back to the hallway in the east wing and saw you there."

Fiona's fingers stilled. "Oh?" she whispered. She could feel a hot flush travel from her neck all the way up to the top of her head.

"Were you attempting to slake a thirst as well, Miss Fiona?"

Could he mean--? Fiona quickly looked up to meet Mr. Jennings' eyes, afraid of what she might see in them. Disgust? Anger? Disappointment? But he was only gazing at her thoughtfully, with a small smile playing across his lips. She jerked her head once in a nod before returning her gaze back down.

"Ah, yes, I thought that must be it," Mr. Jennings said smoothly.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur for Fiona. Mr. Jennings spoke to her for several more minutes, of innocuous and tame topics. He managed to put her somewhat at ease and when she was getting ready for bed that night, she wondered about what he said.

Had he merely seen her for a brief moment when she was walking back to her room? Or had he seen her being a disgusting voyeur to her own sister's intimate acts? In any case, she thought it best not to engage in her normal keyhole viewing activities, at least for tonight.

As if they knew they had to compensate for her absence at their door, Belinda and Henry seemed to be even louder.

"Yes Henry! I love it when you lick my cunny like that!"

"You're so delicious, Belinda. I could eat you all day!"

"Stick that big fucking cock in my cunny, Henry! Oh God, you fill me up so good!"

"You're getting tighter every day, Belinda. Fuck, you feel fantastic!"

It was a constant litany and even after Fiona had brought herself to an orgasm with her fingers, she felt wanting and unfulfilled. She rolled over and reached into the drawer of her bedside table. From deep inside, she brought out the birthday present Belinda had given her months ago, a long, wooden instrument shaped like a man's cock, polished to a shine. Belinda had gifted it to her in secret, with detailed descriptions of all the things she could do with it.

Fiona had furtively hid it in that drawer for many months without touching it, although she constantly thought of it with shame and curiosity. It wasn't until after she had started peeping through the keyhole that she first used it. Then, with a new understanding of the mechanics, she had slowly and gently begun to play with it, gradually gaining confidence and taking her own innocence.

Tonight, Fiona felt so needy that she shoved it quickly inside her slick cunny without any hesitation, giving out a gasp as she felt it forging into her hot depths. With her knees tucked up by her shoulders and her elbows bracing her legs open, she had found she could more easily manipulate the dildo. Her lithe body bent almost in half, she thrust the tool quickly in and out of her aching, soaked cunny, rubbing all around it with her other hand as the sounds of her sister and brother-in-law fucking continued to fill her ears.

Her cunny felt so good stretched around the dildo that it wasn't long before she brought herself to another climax, this one much stronger. Fiona writhed on the bed, her swollen channel pulsing and clenching around the thick wood as she tightly circled her sensitive clit. She let out a muffled moan, unable to hold in her vocal response to the waves of pleasure throbbing from her cunny. Finally, she flopped back on the sheets, her limbs outspread like a starfish, the dildo still lodged deep inside her lapping cunny. In this scandalous position, she finally fell asleep.

The next day, Fiona had no trouble dodging Mr. Jennings during the day because he and Henry spent most of it in the village at the rectory, presumably to discuss church business and swap stories of their lives as clergymen with the rector, Mr. Brewer. They returned in time for dinner, and Mr. Jennings was such an engaging, pleasant dinner companion that Fiona was lulled into thinking that he must not have seen any scandalous behavior on her part. After all, what kind of priest would condone her actions? If he had seen her peeping through the keyhole, wouldn't he have brought a fiery sermon down upon her head for her wicked ways?

This comfortable belief held all through the evening and Fiona felt much less worried by the time she climbed into her bed. So much so that when she didn't hear anything coming from the room next door, she felt that it would be perfectly safe to leave her bedchamber.

Belinda and Henry did not conduct all of their carnal relations in the privacy of their bedchamber. They often ventured out late at night to various rooms in the manor, although they did seem to have a decided and strange predilection for Mr. Chamberlain's small study. Their late night wanderings were always a source of excitement for Fiona, as they invariably left doors open or were in rooms that had more than one entrance. Although their bedroom keyhole was big, the view it afforded was limited, and pressing one's eye to it for minutes at a time was rather awkward. Thus, the promise of seeing Belinda and Henry more easily and comfortably always lured Fiona out into the house at large to play her own personal, bawdy game of hide and seek.

Tonight, she tracked them down in the library, her favorite place to view their debauchery because of how many hiding places there were. It was a very large room with shelves running up two floors and had a wide balcony all along three walls, separating the floors. Two tiny, spiral staircases were in each outer corner of the room, but you could also enter the balcony from a hallway on the second floor. On the open and spacious main floor, there were various desks and tables, as well as several comfortable arm chairs placed at the windows.

As Fiona tiptoed along the darkened balcony, searching for the best vantage point, Belinda stretched out on the largest desk, completely naked. Tonight, her scandalous sister and brother-in-law had lit several candles on tables nearby. Fiona could easily see that Belinda's dressing gown lay on the desk beneath her, cushioning her against its hard, wooden surface. Henry sat at a chair to her side, suckling one of her large breasts. Over the months, Fiona had watched with wonder as her sister's bosom had grown and grown, her pink areolas stretching to double their original size. The nipples also seemed to have elongated, and Henry was pulling at one with his fingers while he suckled at the other.

"I can't wait to taste your mother's milk, Belinda," he said in between sucks.

"Umm, me neither!" she replied.

Fiona sank to the floor, her knees wide. If she scooted her bum all the way up to the railing, she could see below through the thin wooden bars while still leaning back slightly to touch herself. She had never found any use for her strange flexibility before this past year, but had now realized that being able to contort herself into all kinds of positions had its benefits. The balcony was dark in the shadows, and she was sure she was completely hidden from view.

With her nightgown rucked up to her waist, Fiona reached her fingers down, finding herself wet and ready. The anticipation as she had tiptoed through the house had already made her damp and swollen. Down below, Henry had moved his chair so that he sat between his wife's thighs, his head at the perfect height to lean forward and lick her cunny.

He sucked and nibbled while thrusting his fingers into her juicy entrance. As he did so, Belinda praised his agile tongue and moaned her appreciation, squirming on the desk, the candlelight gleaming off her ripe, plump body.

"Yes, Henry, I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't stop!" Belinda cried out, her hands in Henry's hair as she ground her crotch into his mouth and tongue.

Fiona thought she, too, was on the edge as her hand worked between her thighs, her fingers slicking over her engorged clit again and again. She could feel the tightening in her belly, the pulsing in her clit, and just as she thought she would tip over into ecstatic release, a hand clamped over her mouth, and a warm, hard body crowded in behind her.

On the library floor below, Belinda was coming in shrieks of pleasure, shaking and groaning while Henry hummed in satisfaction, his tongue wringing more spasms out of his wife.

On the balcony, Fiona sat frozen, crammed against the wooden bars of the railing by whoever was behind her. Over the din her sister was making, she heard a familiar, low voice in her ear.

"You naughty, naughty girl," Mr. Jennings said. "What a nasty thing to do, watch your own sister get fucked." He was on his knees behind her, his mouth hovering close to her ear.

Fiona slowly began to move her hand away from her exposed cunny, but the voice tisked harshly. "Don't you dare move that hand. I want to see you make yourself come. If you can do it in the next sixty seconds, I won't tell your parents what a sinful daughter they have. One... two... three... Don't you think you had better start moving? Four..."

Mr. Jennings must have been satisfied that she would not cry out at this point, for he moved his hands to her breasts, easily finding her taut nipples through her thin nightgown. He pinched them hard on the fourth count, and this galvanized Fiona into action, her fingers once more circling rapidly around her clit. As he continued his whispered countdown, he squeezed the elongated tips of her breasts with each second, sending wicked shivers through her body that seemed to land straight in her hot cunny.

Fiona had been so close to release before, it wasn't long at all until she could feel the climax barreling towards her again. She could hardly believe it, but the seductive, hypnotic voice counting the seconds, the heat of his fingers torturing her tender nipples, and the sight and sounds of Henry and Belinda, now fucking with enthusiastic abandon down below, were all swiftly moving her towards the pinnacle.

"Forty-six... forty-seven... not too much time left now... forty-eight... forty-nine... yes, that's it, you filthy little slut, come for me, do it!" Mr. Jennings' whispers had become harsh, and as he rasped those last words in her ear, Fiona's eyes rolled up into her head and she came hard. Her jaw dropped open in a silent scream as waves and waves of overwhelming pleasure inundated her and she shook for endless moments as she firmly pressed her fingers against her throbbing clit.

Her head lolled back on the broad shoulder behind her, and suddenly, she was effortlessly lifted in strong, muscular arms. She felt Mr. Jennings kiss her damp temple. As he quickly and quietly carried her back to the east wing, he said in a low whisper that made her tremble, "What a very good girl you are, Fiona. I think you deserve a reward."

To be continued.

By cocteleo for Literotica

Based on a post by sex4every1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.

We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years.

One of the most appealing features of the house was a giant porch overlooking the coastline; at the left side of the house the porch ended in a wooden stair case, providing direct access to the beach below. From the very first day, that porch was my favorite part of the whole house. As I was sitting there on my porch that first evening, looking at the setting sun and listening to the ocean sounds, I began to unwind for the first time in many months (maybe even years) and an almost intoxicating tranquility took over my mind and body. I can't remember how long I just sat there, enjoying the serenity, but suddenly my attention was drawn to a man walking up to the house. He had a very confused look on his face; and the closer he came, the more puzzled he seemed to get; until he was right in front of the house, looking up at me. I nodded and smiled, greeting him and asked, "Can I help you with something?"

"I didn't know someone lived here." the elder gentleman replied.

"Well, I just moved in this morning." I said, getting up and leaning over the banister of the porch. “My name is Jill.”

"Oh, hello, Jill. Well, I see; it's been so many years, I guess I didn't even consider the possibility." he murmured, barely audible. He looked completely disoriented for a moment.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?" I asked, taking pity on him.

"No, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said, turning away and preparing to leave.

"Don't be silly. Come on up." I insisted.

Still reluctantly, he walked up the stairs and introduced himself; his name was Jack and he was 44 years old. After pouring him a cup of tea, I listened to his story.

He lived about half a mile away; and had done so for the better part of his life. Fate had taken his wife; Darla. His high school sweet heart; away from him only months after marrying her. He had never loved another woman since then. While life had not been particularly kind to him, he seemed very cheerful and happy, although a bit lonely, I sensed. When he started talking about his interests, it seemed that we both shared a passion for the opera. He struck me as a very intelligent, kind and lively man.

However, the longer we talked, the more restless he seemed to become. At first, I assumed he was just the nervous type and that was the reason why he was constantly fidgeting in his chair or checking the time, but when he started showing physical signs of stress; dry mouth, sweaty hands, foot tapping; I decided to call him on it.

"Jack, Is something wrong? You seem terribly nervous."

"Don't worry about it, Jill." he smiled.

"Jack, something is obviously bothering you. And I would very much like to know what that is." I replied sternly.

"But I don't want to ruin an otherwise lovely evening." he whispered, getting even more nervous now.

"Come on, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I insisted, "Spit it out."

He took another sip from his tea, took a deep breath and then said, "For the past seventeen years, I've been coming to this stretch of beach, come rain or shine, every evening at dusk. It has been my memorial tradition, to remember my departed wife, and find relieve from my grieving. It includes an activity of a more intimate nature.”

"Okay," I said, as he paused for a moment.

" to masturbate," he concluded.

I looked at him, waiting for a punch line, but none was coming.

"Excuse me?" I said, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood him.

"Masturbate," he repeated, "What do you younger people call it? Jacking off, jerking off, wanking."

"I see," I said, unsure of what to do or say next.

"I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I think it's best if I go now," Jack said as he was about to get up and leave.

"Every day for 17 years, in the same spot?" I asked, not wanting him to leave.

"It's not that I don't jack off in other places, but yes; I don't think I've missed three days in all those years," he replied as he sat back down.

"Why here?" I asked.

"There's no deeper meaning or romantic story behind this location, if that's what you mean. I just got on my knees one day, jacked out a load and came back the following day to that same spot; and I have been doing it ever since. I guess I've always known that someday this house would be sold and I'd have to find another spot, but it's been so many years that I started kidding myself that the moment would never come," Jack said as he gaze into the darkness for a moment.

"But don't worry," he immediately added, turning his head towards me, clearly worried about my reaction, "I won't do it again; I'll find another spot."

"You don't have to stop just because I moved here," I said, after giving the matter surprisingly little thought.

"Off course I do," Jack replied, "This part of the beach is yours now."

"Don't be silly, the beach belongs to everyone. There's no reason why you should give up a 17-year old tradition," I said.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes I am. You can come and dump a load on my beach anytime you want!" I smiled.

"That's very kind of you. But what about when you've got company?" he asked.

"Don't worry, I never have company. I don't have any kids, I have one brother I haven't spoken to in years and no real friends to speak of; it seems my husband got those in the divorce," I smiled.

"And don't worry about your privacy," I suddenly added, "I plan on having some drapes up very soon."

"Don't be silly," he said almost as soon as I had finished my sentence, "If I can jack off my fat cock and shoot my sperm on your beach, I don't mind you watching every second of it!"

I smiled as I noticed his language had suddenly gotten a lot fouler.

"Besides." he continued. "I like to be watched, it makes me feel like a wanker!"

"Oh really?" I smiled, not knowing how else to respond.

"Hell yes. There's no point in sugar-coating it, I jack off every day; sometimes more than once; that makes me a wanker, period. And doing it while someone's watching, only makes my cock bigger and makes me squirt an even more disgusting load than usual."

"I; uhm." I stuttered, at a loss for words.

"Come on, be honest," he said, "Don't you think I am a wanker."

"Uh, maybe a little bit." I admitted, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear.

"Very good," Jack said, cupping his hard crotch with his right hand, "Then I'll think I'll go and jack off. You know, the technic ought to be named after me!" He winked.

"Now?" I asked, catching myself looking at the hard bulge in his pants.

"Do you mind?" he asked, unzipping his pants.

I’m hardly the one to feign moral disgust for self-pleasure. It repulses me to hear women demean men who jerk off. I usually observe uppity women and ‘church ladies’ being more guilty of this hypocrisy.

"No, go ahead," I quickly responded, not wanting him to whip out his cock in front of me. He smiled and turned away, walking down the stairs, further unzipping his pants and taking out his cock.

As he walked away from the house, in the direction of the sea, his arm movements left little to the imagination. About thirty meters in front of the house, he suddenly dropped to his knees, his back still towards the house and continued wanking. Although he couldn't see me; with his back towards me; and I couldn't see much more than his outline, I still felt uncomfortable looking at him while he was pleasuring himself and so I went inside. This had been a strange ending to an interesting and pleasant evening.

I tried to detach the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening in my mind, but; naturally; my brain kept focusing on that particular part. I fell asleep while visualizing Jack jerking off and spurting his cum on the beach; my beach, in front of my house!

I slept like a baby and for most part of the following day, I hardly thought about Jack. It wasn't until dusk started to set that my mind wandered off and started thinking about what happened last night. As I was sitting in front of the tv, I found myself constantly looking at the clock. Always finding some sort of reason, I got up and walked past the glass porch doors every five minutes or so. Eventually I got what I was after, confirmation of his presence. When I saw him sitting there, on his knees, in the same spot as yesterday; and probably every day before that, for like forever; a sort of calm came over me. I stayed and watched until he got up and seemed to be stuffing his cock away. As he walked away, he glanced over at the house and waved as he saw me through the porch doors.

As I hadn't bothered with turning off any lights behind me, I must have been pretty hard to miss. I felt like a silly school-girl for waving back. With nothing more to focus on, I quickly fell asleep in front of the tv. When I awoke several hours later, I went to bed, thinking of Jack once again. Although I wasn't in the habit of changing into my night attire too long before actually going to bed, the following evening, I did so right after dinner; telling myself I'd be more comfortable that way. So, in nothing more than some white panties and a men's shirt; that barely covered the panties; I set up camp behind the porch doors with a cup of tea. With the lights on behind me, it was pretty obvious that I wanted him to see me. And by the way I was dressed for the occasion, I was also sending pretty explicit signals; although I was still in denial about that.

When he showed up, he already noticed me on his way in and waved, smiling widely. I raised my hand, greeting him back and watched him as he sank to his knees in his usual spot. This time however, he didn't face the ocean but the house, looking straight at me as he took out his cock and started jacking off. I watched him and he watched me for several long minutes, until he eventually arched his back and shuddered; probably shooting a load of cum in the sand. Shortly afterwards, he got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. But instead of leaving, he approached the house and seemed to be waiting for me to open the porch doors, as he clearly had something to say.

When I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, he said, "Nice view, but could you lose the shirt tomorrow? I would very much like to see some tit."

Without waiting for an answer, he waved goodbye and walked away. I quickly closed the porch doors again, taken aback by his bold question; but then again, I had done very little to discourage him so far. Anyway, I would just have to disappoint him tomorrow, I told myself as I turned off the light and went to bed.

But, the following evening, there I was again, dressed in a pair of panties and the same men's shirt I wore the night before; holding my cup of tea and trying to convince myself that I wasn't a complete slut. When he showed up and waved, I didn't wave back, but simply unbuttoned a button from the shirt; I don't know why I did it, I guess I was on some sort of automatic pilot. After watching me undo a second button, Jack quickly took off all of his clothes; sandals, t-shirt, shorts and underwear; before taking his cock in his right hand and jacking himself off as he dropped to his knees. While my left hand clenched my warm cup of tea, my right hand kept undoing buttons until there were none left to undo. Then I nonchalantly opened the shirt all the way, so both my tits were exposed.

He arched his back not much later and dumped yet another load in the sand. As soon as I realized he had done his business, I closed my shirt to cover up my tits; without actually buttoning up again.

As he got up and picked up his clothes, I opened the porch doors and shouted, before he had a chance to walk off, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?"

"You sure?" he shouted back as he was already walking towards the house.

"Yes, I am sure," I said as I walked into the kitchen and poured him some tea. As I walked back to the porch; where he had in the meantime taken a seat; I was a little surprised that he hadn't put his clothes back on yet and was apparently not planning to, as he had draped them over an adjacent chair. Then again, I was hardly in a position to judge as I was wearing skimpy panties and an unbuttoned men's shirt which, at the moment, scarcely covered my nipples.

As I handed him his cup of tea, I asked; “Jack, did your wife like it when you talked dirty to her, while having sex?”

He sheepishly grinned and finally said; “Fuck yeah, she loved it!”

I sat in silence with him. Then I glanced at his cock, which was hard as a mother fucker. Trying to act indifferent, I sat down and asked, "Shouldn't it go down after; you know?"

"Oh, most of the time it does," Jack replied with a smile, "But sometimes it stays hard; don't worry, it'll go down soon; if not I'll give it another wank."

Taking that statement as a joke, I smiled and sipped from my cup of tea.

"When's the last time you've been to the opera?" he asked, changing to a lighter subject. After a few minutes, his cock did indeed go down, but became erect again about forty minutes into our conversation. After I had glanced at it a few times; probably not too subtle; he looked down at it for a moment and wrapped his right hand around the fat shaft, just like that.

As his right hand started flying up and down his throbbing shaft, his left hand reached over to the adjacent chair, slid into his shirt pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. After putting the packet on the table, he started the conversation up again as he continued jacking off right in front of me! Distracted by his lewd behavior, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Luckily, the hornier he got, the less coherent his speaking became, so it didn't really matter. Towards the end, there was no talking, just him wanking and me staring at him (it). When it was time, he pulled a single tissue out of the packet and quickly held it under his big, purple cock head. He moaned and climaxed right in front of me as I caught myself clenching my legs shut trying to ignore the wetness between them.

When he was done, he reached over and handed me the tissue, whispering, "If you'd like a taste later on tonight."

I accepted the tissue with a smile, but dropped it on the table almost immediately and replied, trying to keep some level of self-respect, "No thank you, I think I'll be just fine."

He finished his cup of tea soon afterwards, put his clothes on and left, wishing me a good night. After watching him disappear into the darkness, I cleared the table, carrying our two cups and the dirty tissue inside. Although I always clean up before going to bed, a part of me just couldn't throw the tissue in the trash.

So, I also left the cups out on the sink and said out loud, "I'll clean up tomorrow," as if I was trying to fool myself. I went to the bedroom and took off the shirt and my panties and went to bed stark naked; something I never do. I turned off the light and as soon as I had gotten on my back, I felt one hand touching my breasts, while the other ventured further down south. After playing with myself for about ten minutes and only adding oil to the fire, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, not bothering with any lights. With nipples so hard they could cut glass and my pussy so wet that my juices were literally running down my thighs, I headed straight for the sink, grabbed the tissue; the center of my lust; and dropped to my knees.

With nothing but some fade moon light illuminating the kitchen through the porch doors, I carefully folded the tissue open with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. As my tongue reached out to lick the tissue all over, trying to locate my prize, I shoved two fingers up my soaking wet twat. It took me several seconds to find it and although some of the cum had already dried up, there was still enough left to cover my tongue and overwhelm my taste buds, sending me in an orgasmic frenzy. I orgasmed spectacularly and screamed as loud as I could, actually stuffing the tissue in my mouth and chewing on it, lecherously. When my fingers were no longer able to keep my orgasm going, I spat out what remained of the tissue and quickly rinsed out my mouth under the kitchen tap, feeling more than just a little ashamed; and slutty; for what I had just done. After cleaning myself up a little bit, I put on my shirt again and went to bed. Truth be told, I had difficulty falling asleep afterwards; a combination of guilt and self-loathing kept me up for another half an hour.

The following morning however, I simply grinned at the memory of what I had done and told myself that I was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted, who didn't have to answer to anyone anymore. Besides, it had been far too long since I had had a decent orgasm like that one Jack's tissue and cum; and my fingers; had given me. Not burdened with guilt anymore, I was able to get quite some work done around the house and keep myself busy until it was time for dinner. After eating my microwaved frozen dinner in front of the tv, I took off all my clothes except for my panties; not even bothering with the men's shirt anymore.

There was no longer any doubt as to what I should do, it was just part of my routine now. When the time came, I walked up to the porch doors and waited, for about fifteen minutes. Just like the day before, he waved, took off his clothes, kneeled butt naked in the sand and jacked out another load while ogling my body; covered in nothing but some insubstantial panties. Afterwards, he got up, grabbed his clothes and looked up at the house. As I held up two cups of tea, inviting him over, he smiled and came up. As I looked down at his flaccid cock, I felt both relief and disappointment at the same time, apparently not quite knowing where I wanted this to go. After sipping from his tea and sitting down stark naked in the chair, we started talking about our common interests again.

It was incredible how open and spontaneous we were; after all, between the two of us, there was only one item of clothing left: my panties. He shamelessly looked at my tits and my crotch, and I ogled his cock and balls. The whole experience was very liberating, and tantalizing.

Suddenly, as the conversation stalled a little bit, he asked, "So, did you get a chance to taste it?"

"I did," I replied instinctively, effectively admitting to eating his cum out of a tissue.

"Did you like it?" he asked, gently touching his dong.

"Yes I did," I admitted, feeling myself blush.

As his dong started growing under his subtle, but trained touch, he ogled my body up and down, his gaze lingering at my breasts as he gently stroked his cock back to a fully erect state, right in front of me and asked, "I'll have another tissue ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like this one too?"

"I guess I would," I replied, remarkably at ease with the whole situation.

He slid off the chair onto his knees and started wanking, half of the time with his eyes closed, the other half looking at my tits and crotch. After a few minutes, he moaned and ejaculated into his free hand, which he held as a cup under the fat tip of his cock. When he was done, he reached into the chest pocket of his shirt; lying on the floor next to his chair; and took out a tissue, using it to scoop up all of the cum from his hand and cock.

"There you go," he said as he got up and handed me the tissue.

"Thanks," I whispered as I accepted it. Realizing there was no point in waiting for him to leave; he already knew I had eaten his cum and would do so again; I folded the tissue open and pressed the gooey part of it against my tongue. Feeling surprisingly little shame or embarrassment; probably because I was horny as fuck; I slid my free hand into my panties and started playing with myself right in front of him, while tasting his sticky, fresh goo. After consuming every speck of cum; and part of the tissue as well; I threw what was left of it on the table and forced myself to stop as I knew I would have difficulty climaxing in my current position.

After gawking at me for a few more seconds, clearly aroused, Jack snapped out of it and said, "Well uh, same time tomorrow?"

I nodded and smiled as we both felt like we'd gotten everything out of tonight we were comfortable with; for now. I sat up straight and sipped from my tea as he picked up his clothes and walked towards the stairs. Instead of heading down, he turned and asked, "I was wondering; if perhaps, I mean if you're not busy, if you would like to accompany me to the opera, this Saturday?"

I smiled at the absurdity of the situation; he was nervously asking me out for a date, while he had just jacked off in front of me and had watched me eat his cum, while playing with myself.

"I would love to," I replied with a big smile.

"Wonderful," he smiled, "I'll pick you up, around seven?"

"Perfect. It's a date."

"Okay, see you tomorrow," he said as he turned and left.

Because of his invitation my lust had all but faded, so I put on a shirt and went to bed, wondering what my ex-husband would say if he knew I had a date on Saturday, with a man who had masturbated in front of me several times and who's cum I had eaten twice already. Although I had seen him completely naked, I realized that he still hadn't seen my pussy; I would have to remedy that inequality as soon as possible, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

The following day, I felt quite randy and particularly slutty all day long, probably because I had an itch that needed some serious scratching. I did my best to keep busy, while I anxiously counted down the hours to dusk.

Naked, except for my white cotton panties, I awaited Jack's arrival. Not from behind the glass doors, but from right there on the porch this time. When he walked into view, I smiled as I noticed his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He waved as he approached the house and assumed his usual position in the sand, facing the house, and me. I leaned over the banister and watched him jerk that big cock for about a minute, when I suddenly recalled the last thought on mind the night before. I stood up straight and slowly started pushing my white panties down.

I had barely exposed my bush when he loudly screamed, "Oh fuck!" and started convulsing wildly.

Happy with the result I had gotten, I let go of my panties, leaving them exactly where they were; rolled up just underneath my bush; and waited for him to come up the stairs.

"Sorry I don't have a tissue for you this time," he joked, ogling my crotch as soon as it came into view.

"That's okay," I smiled as I noticed a residual bead of cum dangling from his cock; sticking out of his zipper. Without the slightest hesitation, I put down my cup of tea and said, "I'll get it straight from the source this time!"

Before his brain could process what I had said, I reached out, grabbed his flaccid dong with one hand, gently squeezing it, and used the index and middle finger of my other hand to scoop up the cum from his cock head. Then, I ostentatiously stuck out my tongue and wiped his cum on it, swallowing it and then sucking my fingers for a moment. My god, I was acting like such a slut!

He just stood there, gawking at me, even as I lowered my hands again and stepped back towards the table. As I sat down, amused by his bewildered facial expression, I realized the strange position of my panties again. But, since they weren't causing me any discomfort, I refused to pull them up or push them down. Truth be told, it felt kind of slutty leaving them like that. As soon as Jack snapped out of it, he; to my mild surprise; took off all of his clothes and sat down completely naked in his usual seat.

After we had both sipped from our tea, he said; apparently emboldened by what I had just done, "You know, I've probably got another load in my balls; if you'd like I could shoot it straight into your mouth."

"Thanks," I replied with a smile, "But I think I'll stick to tissues for now."

"As you wish," he replied, sipping from his tea again.

"So, what are we seeing on Saturday?" I asked, changing to a lighter subject. After briefly discussing our upcoming date, the conversation progressed further into opera and other fine arts. Aside from the constant leering at each other's exposed genitals, it was actually quite an intellectual conversation. When we ran out of tea, I went inside to make us a fresh pot; still leaving my panties where they were. As I sat down and poured Jack another cup, he suddenly reached over and gently took my right nipple between his thumb and index finger and playing with it. My nipple became instantly hard and started radiating lust to the rest of my body. By the time I had poured myself another cup as well, Jack was already gently tugging it, driving me crazy and actually making me wet.

Slowly his other hand moved towards my other tit and he started doing the same to that nipple, while continuing our conversation. Making sure I kept my tits and nipples within Jack's reach, I stuck my hand under the table as far as I could, feeling around for his no doubt swollen cock, but I couldn't locate it. As he realized what I was trying to do, he scooted forward on his chair, bringing his cock within my grasp. Although I could still only wrap my hand around half it, I figured it would get the job done just fine and so I started jacking him off with a solid, firm grip. We both started moaning during our ongoing conversation, but managed to keep it going nonetheless, although be it a little less focused than before. Realizing this wasn't the most ideal position for a handjob, Jack got up about a minute into my stroking and repositioned his chair right next to mine, sitting down and opening his legs wide, giving me unhindered access.

Now able to stroke the whole length of his fat shaft, I was able to jerk him off much more comfortably than before. He, was able to cup my breasts and jiggle them as hard and as nasty as he saw fit. Although my legs were open wide and my pussy was still exposed, he made no attempt to touch me down there. I don't know if I would have stopped him or not, but I guess he felt like the time wasn't right yet. He did stare at my bush a lot and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand every time he did. When, after several minutes, he started visibly quivering on his chair, I knew he was going to cum. I quickly scooted to the edge of my seat, pulled my panties forward with my free hand; opening them up; and directed his purple cock straight at the center of them.

His mouth fell open when he realized what I was going to do. He looked down in disbelief as I whacked the cum out of his balls into my panties. The fact that I kept on talking during his ejaculation only seemed to increase his pleasure. Once his balls were empty, I let go of his cock, got up and pulled my panties back up into their proper place. Then, with my crotch mere inches away from his face, I started pressing and massaging my drenched panties into my bush and pussy.

"Oh my god," Jack whispered.

Completely free of any shame or hesitation, I closed my eyes and while the middle finger of my right hand started rubbing Jack's cum into my clit, my left hand started kneading my tits and playing with my nipples, making them hard as little rocks. I could actually feel his breath on me as he watched me squirm and writhe in sheer lust.

Realizing I wasn't going to climax like this; and I wasn't quite ready to let him finger, let alone fuck me; I continued my perverted show while I weighed my options. After about twenty seconds, I'd made my decision. I turned and strolled into the house as I glanced back at him over my shoulder, encouraging him to follow me. I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, to one of those fake fireplace programs. As Jack sauntered into the living room, I took off my drenched panties and started playing with myself tenderly; gently drawing circles on my moist clit, fondling my swollen nipples and caressing myself all over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust, ignoring the fact that Jack was right there in the room with me; I had never masturbated so openly in front of someone, not even my husband.

I don't know how long I had been at it; possibly ten or fifteen minutes; when my body suddenly had had enough of the endless teasing and demanded some much needed relief. I gently stuck two fingers up my sodden twat and started fingering, filling the quiet room; except for my shallow breathing and the chirping noises of the fake fireplace; with lewd squishing noises. I was so primed for an orgasm that it didn't even take me a minute to reach my climax, and when I did, I made it last for minutes and minutes. I fingered myself deep and fast while continuing to stimulate my clit with my other hand, sending endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body. When plain fatigue eventually forced me to stop, I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices; some of it was dripping down the leather couch and was soaking the carpet right in front of it. I slumped, exhausted, against the back of the couch and moaned heavily as I enjoyed the lingering sensations of a superb orgasm.

Sensing that this was his queue, Jack whispered, "I think I'd better be going."

He was more than likely sporting another one of his massive boners, but I was too far gone to open my eyes, so I just whispered, "Ok, see you tomorrow."

"Pick you up at seven?" he asked.

"Perfect," I smiled, realizing that tomorrow was Saturday; date night!

It was the last thing on my mind when I fell asleep; on the couch; and the first thing when I opened my eyes the next morning. All morning, my sensitive genitals were a constant reminder of what I had done in front of; and because of; Jack. After a restful afternoon, I started preparing for our date around five and finished at about a quarter to seven. I was wearing a long, slimming black cocktail dress with black underwear and matching high heels. I paced up and down the living room; I couldn't believe how nervous I was!

Seven o'clock sharp, he rang the doorbell. He greeted me with a smile, gave me a peck on the cheek and offered me a bouquet of twelve red roses. A little overwhelmed, I invited him in and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

"You really shouldn't have," I said, blushing and unable to hide a smile.

"My pleasure," he whispered as he patiently waited for me to finish tending to the flowers.

When I was done and reached for my purse, he said, "I've got something else for you."

To my amusement, he pulled a small, sealed, plastic bag out of his pants pocket, which contained a crumpled paper tissue; after opening the bag, he carefully pulled the tissue out using only two fingers and handed it to me.

"Prepared just for you, this afternoon," he smiled.

My pussy involuntarily contracted and my initial smile turned to instant lust as I accepted the tissue, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Then, while looking at the dirty hankie; quickly locating his goo; I opened it and brought it up to my lips, where I loudly slurped his warm and gooey sperm out of it. After swallowing ostentatiously, I folded the tissue back to its former size and handed it back to Jack, who was looking at me with a perplexed grin.

"You're amazing," he stated, as he put the tissue back in the plastic bag and threw it on the table.

"You're just saying that because I am a slut who eats your cum on a daily basis," I chuckled, picking up my purse and walking towards the hallway.

"Good point," he replied as he followed me to the front door.

He held the passenger's door open for me, like a true gentleman. After a fifteen minute drive, we arrived at the opera, where I was surprised to learn that he had gotten us a private balcony box right next to the stage; the best seats in the house, so to speak. The play consisted of three acts, each lasting about forty-five minutes with two intermissions, each lasting about twenty minutes. Halfway through the second act, I noticed Jack getting restless, constantly looking at his watch and fidgeting in his chair. Realizing that his daily routine was probably the cause of this mild anxiety, I ignored it, figuring he would keep himself in check until we got back to my place. However, about ten minutes later, I suddenly noticed him unzipping his pants and taking out his shlong.

As he started jacking it, I was torn between watching him or the stage, and ended up alternating between them. At the end of act two, I had expected Jack to storm off into the bathrooms to finish himself off, but instead he continued wanking during the whole of the intermission. We didn't speak; instead I just looked at him, pumping that big hard cock of his in his half-open fist.

Twenty minutes later, when the lights dimmed again and act three was about to start, Jack; still masturbating; looked at me and asked, bluntly, "Could you sit like a slut?"

I looked at him for a few seconds, before scooting towards the edge of my seat and reaching under my dress to take off my black panties. After throwing them onto the floor, I reclined in my chair and opened my legs wide, while pulling my dress up as high as it would go in my seated position, exposing my bare legs and my now unshielded pussy.

Then, I slowly slid my shoulder straps down my shoulders and pulled my dress down over my rack, revealing my black bra. Without unclasping it, I pulled my bra up, exposing my naked tits. Neither of us spoke for at least a minute as I sat there like a complete slut with both my bush and my tits out on display. He just continued jacking off as he gawked at; and drooled over; my essentially naked body.

Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of his seat and; using the cover of darkness; stood up, turned towards me and began spurting his thick, white cum onto my black cocktail dress, my naked tits and my bare legs. Because it was so dark, I couldn't actually see his cum, but I could feel big globs of his cock juice splattering against the thin fabric of my cocktail dress as well as my skin.

I didn't say anything, nor made any effort to move out of the way; I just sat there, looking at the stage, passed him, as he emptied his balls on me. When he was done, he sat back down and seemed to be catching his breath for a minute or two. I took my cell phone out of my purse and used the light from its large display to illuminate sections of my body, and my clothes. It was incredible, no matter where l pointed my phone, there were ropes and beads of cum everywhere!

"I can't go home like this," I whispered, staring down at myself. We both knew what I was going to do, so there was no point in dragging it out. Guided by the light of my phone in my right hand, I used my left index finger to scoop Jack's cum off my dress, bra, tits, legs, thighs and arms, bringing each serving of spunk to my mouth and swallowing it. It took several minutes of gobbling up his cum to make myself look presentable again.

Well, except for the fact that I was still sitting like a cheap slut, off course, with my tits and bush out in the open. And they remained that way for the next thirty minutes, while Jack and I enjoyed the rest of the play. Only in the final seconds of the third act, did I rearrange my bra and dress; just in time, so I could join the rest of the audience in applauding. As the clapping died down and the lights came on again, I picked up my panties and stuffed them in my purse. Luckily, my cocktail dress was no worse for wear; whatever cum I hadn't consumed,

apparently hadn't left any stains; so I was able to walk out of the opera house without causing a scene. We discussed the play in great detail during our walk back to the car and our drive home.

Breaking the silence, I asked; “Do you like it when I play the slutty woman, Jack?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah! My Darla played a great slut fantasy.”

After walking me to my front door, Jack gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting," I whispered as I watched him walk back to his car and drive off.

Perhaps, one day, if I get an itch deep in my cunt, I’ll ask Jack to thoroughly scratch the hell out of it. Or perhaps he’ll eventually get over the loss of his departed bride, and ask me to give his cock a warm, wet hug, in one of my orifices. But what we now have, is absolutely delightful, and even addicting.

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“What

“I don’t see any hidden cameras,” she said, sounding almost disappointed.
His eyebrows shot into the air. “You want to be caught on camera?”
“Of

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Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy for many years, but Emily was hardly his idea of a hot librarian. She was the type of women who came a side-serving of Complication. So why couldn't he stay away from her?

It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses.

“One more?” he asked. She nodded and took her wallet from her purse. He handed her the scotch on the rocks; her sixth or seventh one for the evening; and wondered how she managed to keep her balance on the high barstool. Her eyes had that glazed look of somebody who had definitely had a few too many, but if he had not been the one to pour her drinks; all six or seven of them; he would not have guessed she was drunk.

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When

This

But

Backpacking

Morning

With

I

She

"Morning, enjoying the view?" She asked innocently as I sat down across from her.

"Yeah, it seems particularly enticing this morning for some reason."

She

"So, anyone know what today is?" Mary asked the group in general.

"July fourteenth, I think." Mark responded quickly. "Why, it isn't your birthday is it?" He joked.

In

 While

"Oh

"You're kidding right?" Nancy, my wife, asked with an incredulous look on her face. “Buck naked?”

"No, I'm serious it is National Nude Day." Mary responded, her face as serious as can be.

"But someone might see us naked!" Christa piped up.

"Well

And

"Well, Mark got me that one, and no, I wasn’t aware of that." She replied.

“The

Christa’s

"Like

"But, naked in front of each other’s husbands?" Christa asked, looking to my Nancy, then back to Mary.

"Sure,”

"So

"I'm not so sure this is a good idea." My wife mumbled, as though hoping it would all go away.

"Well,

I

 I

Mary

Now 

Mary

Mary

As

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"What

"Oh

"Well Nancy, you in?" Mary asked, looking expectantly at my very nervous-looking wife.

"What about them?" She asked, looking at Mark, who staring at her expectantly.

"Oh don't worry, he will too. If Christa and I have to tie him to a tree and strip him." Mary answered with a laugh.

The

"Well,

"Okay,

Everyone

"Yeah, I did." I answered, knowing I had said no such thing.

"You coming, Nancy?" She asked my wife.

"No,

"Sure. Good idea." Mary answered. "Come on Christa. Let's go get our boots on!"

"Okay." Christa answered, as if glad to have something to do besides sit and be stared at by both John and Mark.

I

Christa

"All

"Okay. All set!" Mary announced as she walked over from her tent. "Isn't this liberating?"

"Oh yeah." Christa said with mild sarcasm and a bit of a frown on her face as she stood up.

"Good,

I

We

Mary

"Huh?"

"You

"Never occurred to me." I answered with a shrug.

"Well,

I

I

"Oh

"Oh yeah." I responded as she rubbed the head of my dick around her wet lips. "You were just finishing taking a pee."

"Uh

"Oh God." I moaned as she stroked down the full length of my shaft. "I would have let you!"

She

I

Mary

"Oh

Christa

"And

"Christa!" Mary said sharply.

"Don't deny it! You're the one that said he was bigger than John." Christa laughed.

"Well,

"Oh I know I will! I have no intention of going back to camp until you fuck me from behind!" Mary said earnestly.

"Oh? You like that way?"

"My favorite." She answered as she nuzzled my neck and kissed it softly.

"Well,

"I

I

"Okay. I always wanted to try this," Christa said. "I want to be fucked while you're on top of me." She said to Mary.

"Okay, we can try that. You game?" Mary asked me, as if the answer would be no?

I

"This would work better on a bed or something!" I grunted as I plunged my shaft as far into her as I could.

"Oh

Christa's

"Oh

Mary

"Oh

Mary

"Oh

Finally I rolled off Christa, my balls and energy drained.

"Well, stud. You did pretty well for a first time." Mary said as she crawled over me and rubbed her nipples around my chest.

"Glad you approved." I responded nearly out of breath.

"Approve? Oh hell, you were much better than I had dreamed of!" she said with a laugh.

"Thank

"Knowing John, he's probably fucking your wife silly!" Christa said as she lay in the grass next to us.

"Oh,

"Well, your right though." Mary said as she lifted off of my body. We should get back."

It

I

I

"God

John

After

"You remember our deal now! Fellas, no one ever knows about this!" She said sternly and loudly.

"Not a word!" Mark said as he stood rubbing his deflating cock.

"Why not?" Mary asked as she stepped out into the open from our far right.

"Oh shit!" Nancy said, covering her pussy with one hand and her tits with her arm.

"No point in hiding, we saw what happened!" Mary said as she walked closer.

Nancy and the guys scanned the foliage but still didn’t see Christa and me as we completed our copulation.

Christa pulled off my cock and stepped out into the open.  I was close behind.

"Well,

Damn, Christa outed me!

"I'll second that." Mary said, "Especially since you boys kept yourselves busy with Nancy."

Nancy

I reached around and squeezed her asscheeks; "Did you enjoy it?" I whispered back.

"Not at first, but after a while, yeah, I did." She said as our heads were still nuzzled aside each other.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.

"I don't know, do you?" She deflected to me.

"Might

"That

"Sounds

"So

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As

I

When

“The

Christa quickly took charge of john and me, dividing up the duties.

Mary

“Yes,” Nancy said, eagerly. I’ve gotta get this stuff cleaned off my hair and tits.”

“Well,” Mary quipped; “Having two studs taking turns with your hot body, I can’t say I’m all that sympathetic, though.”

“Oh

“Go!” Christa ordered her athletic hubby. “I need you to clean up really good for our last night in the woods.”

John

I kissed Nancy and told her I hoped to hike up to the point when I was done with KP duty.

“Oh, great!” Christa interjected. “I was hoping someone had enough energy for that excursion. Can I join you?”

“Yes,”

Mary

For

It

Mark

“Go ahead, take the plunge!” Mary encouraged.

“Take

“We

Mary

Mark

“Shit!” Mark screamed when he caught his breath. He started for shore.

“Not so fast,” Nancy ordered. “Christa gave clear orders that she needs your cock and balls clean for tonight.”

“Damn straight!” Mary agreed. “Now let me have that soap and we’ll get you presentable!”

The

“You know,” Mark said, “I still have to rinse this lather off. And little guy is going to go into hibernation again.”

“Well, let’s get you rinsed,” Nancy said; “then we’ll go lay in the grass and wake your fella back up.”

Without

Nancy

Mark

“Oh,

As

“Save me, Nancy!” Mary playfully declared while  wrapping her arms around Nancy’s waist and laying her head in Nancy’s mound.

Mark

As

Mark now had a very stiff rod and it was filling Mary’s hot cunt.

Nancy

Nancy

All three of them were reduced to a pile of spent sexy bodies, with Nancy’s cunt at the bottom of the pile.

John

“Dan,” Christa turned to me; “Have you ever done a ‘Big O’? You know, where two guys fill both of a woman’s lower holes?”

“I know how to, and I’m proficient. But I won’t tell who all was involved. Does that help?”

“Good, yeah.” Christa assured me. “John, how about you?”

“Same answer Mike gave you.” John said with a smile which revealed fond memories.

“Can I talk you fellas into trying it with me?” Christa shamelessly asked.

“Done” John said.

“Shit, yeah!” I concurred.

“It’s been a fantasy of mine since my college roommate told me about her wild orgy in Daytona.” Christa said.

Somehow

“Dame

“Well,

“Well,”

John helped Christa lay on her back while he laid between her legs to begin  getting her juices flowing.

The

I

Damn, the girl was wet and juices were running down her inner thighs.

When John had some tit-play and Christa was familiar enough with his phallus, I got us repositioned.

“Okay,

Christa

Then I had Christa gently lay down on my chest.  “Shit” I love the view of your luscious tits as they lay on my chest, babe!”

“Oh, fuck!” Christa shouted. “Mike, your hairy chest is tickling my nipples like I’ve never felt!”

As

“Okay, Christa; How are you doing?”

“Oh, Fuck!” She beamed. “I’m finally getting to live out this fantasy! Bring it on, big boys!”

“Good, I’ll pull out while John gets your ass acclimated. Just tell us when you’re ready.”

As

How’ are ya, darling?” John asked.

“Mum, Um Hum” was all she tried to say. My tongue was un her mouth. I was trying to distract her.

John’s

“All good, baby?” John again asked, as he smoothly stroked her ass cheeks with his free hand.

“Heavenly! Heavenly and hungering for cock!” She boasted.

John’s

Then, as John watched me deeply French kiss the buxom babe, he slipped out his thumb and pressed his hard cock into her ass.

Christa tilted her head up and took a deep breath. “My last virginity! I finally surrendered my ass to a cock.”

Oh my God! I marveled at her courage. An anal virgin going straight for the ‘Big O’.

John slowly stroked her ass, going in a bit further in each new cycle.

“Oh, shit that’s amazing!” Christa declared.

John

I

I

John kept his slow strokes in rhythm as Christa screamed.

“Oh, fuck! Stop! I can’t take it anymore!”

As

John

After about 5 minutes of heavy rain, we noticed it easing up to a gentle shower.
we

When

John

John

“My God!” John screamed as she sucked him dry.

Smiling, Christa looked up and smiled as she showed him her empty mouth.

Then

But

“Damn, woman. You’re a master of your craft!” I declared.

It

Everyone

Soon

The

That night they shared a final dinner followed by bawdy stories.

As

As

The

Nancy

“I

But for now,” Nancy paused, then said; “I’m going to never want to miss another group outing with you two couples.”

This

Thank you, girls, for sharing your husbands’ cocks with me. I don’t want to ever disrespect your marriages.

John,

I

We

That backpacking club lasted nearly 3 years, until Mike got a promotion and transfer to another state.

Marry and John became part of our further escapades.

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Now

The

They

As

Dan

The

Anyway,

"Hey Nancy, Mike!" Emily's mother Linda called as she opened the door, oddly wearing a bathrobe.

"Hi!" My wife said giving her a quick hug, which I also gave her as we stepped into the lodge. "You're not ready?" She asked.

"Actually, I am." Linda replied with a long face.

"I don't understand." My wife said curiously.

"Well,

I

"Uh huh. The whole wedding party." Linda said quietly, explaining her robe instead of a dress.

"That's terrible!" My wife said in shock. "Is there anything we can do? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well,

"You want me to go naked, too?" My wife squeaked.

"Most

"Well, I don't know. Just the ceremony?"

"No, the reception too." Linda said quietly.

"We could. You have a good looking body." I injected to my wife, hoping to help her along.

"Oh

"That wasn't really what I was thinking." I lied.

"Yeah, right, and that bulge in your pants is a tennis ball you forgot to take out of your pocket?"

"Well." I said sheepishly.

"Ok

"As long as it's not just me, I say why not."

"Men, you are disgusting animals sometimes." My wife shot at me with a scowl.

"It

"I didn't say I couldn't handle it, I just said it was disgusting." My wife shot back.

"Hey.

"Fine! Just to help Linda!" She said to me in a very exasperated tone. "Where do we get undressed?" She asked Linda.

"You

I

I

"Well

"Absolutely gorgeous!" I said as my wife looked over at me.

"You

"Nah.

"Men!" My wife said walking past Linda and out of the room.

With a tiny grin, Linda spread her robe as I walked toward her, showing that she wasn't wearing anything but a pearl necklace.

"Very hot!" I whispered as I stepped past her to follow my wife to the stairs.

"You too." Linda whispered in reply.

I

We were only seated a few minutes when a couple young ladies came and sat next to me.

"This is really a beautiful setting, isn't it?" one of them asked, clearly eyeing my dick sticking up from my lap.

"It

"Oh I know. And doing it all naked. I need to do this when I get married. It is so fucking hot!" the second girl said.

"So you like this?" I asked the second girl.

"Oh

"Mike." I said as my wife elbowed me hard in the ribs. "You're friends with Emily?"

"Uh huh. We used to do gymnastics together." She said, still trying to look at my hard dick without looking like it.

"Good to meet you then." I said as the music started.

First

It

The

Finally

I

Finally

The

Finally

"That was a pretty ceremony, wasn't it?" My wife asked as we shared a plate of cheese cubes and crackers.

"It was. Very nice." I agreed.

Sandy,

"Yes."

"Oh

"They

"Why?" My wife asked curiously.

"When

"I'm

"Why don't I go get us something to drink?" I said to my wife, wanting to dodge whatever came next. "What would you like?"

"Tonight? How about an Amaretto Sour." She said.

I looked a bit surprised, neither of us being big drinkers, but headed off to the bar.

"Nice

"Well, I'll probably dance later." I said non-committal.

"Good. Maybe I can steal you from your wife for a grind or two." She said with a smile and a wink.

I took my drinks and shook my head, looking back as I walked away to check out her ass.

"Here you go sweety!" I said handing my wife her drink as I got back.

We

"Oh how pretty." My wife said as the lights on all the poles came on with the growing darkness.

"It is. Wanna go sneak out into the dark and neck?" I asked her quietly.

"You are bad!" she said with a giggle, having drained nearly the whole drink. "but I better go find the potty, first."

"Nah, come on." I said, leading her by the hand out into the darkness.

"But I have to pee!" She whispered as I walked her down toward the lake.

"So, pee out here!" I whispered back.

"Do I have to?"

"Why not? I mean it's not like you're going to get your clothes wet or anything. Hell, you're already naked."

"I

"Who else would do anything?" I asked.

"Oh,

"Oh, I didn't know."

"The hell you didn't. Half the women you walk past stare at your dick."

"Half

"I

"Oh god." I mumbled, knowing I wasn't going to last long with all the teasing it had already received.

"Already?"

"Oh god. You trying to make me cum?" She moaned quietly.

"Uh huh!" I said, trying to hold back as long as I could. "I want to fuck you!"

"Here?"

"Right here!" I said, putting my hand on hers, stopping her from jacking me off.

"Oh fuck why not?" She said, turning around and bending over.

I

"Oh god. I'm not going to last long." I grunted, moving a hand to her crotch to stroke her exposed clit.

"Me neither." She grunted as her body shook gently, her orgasm working closer to its climax.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as my body unloaded into her, jerking and twitching with each shot of hot cum into her pussy.

"Uh"

"Oh that was good." I said practically panting.

"I

"I'm

"Good. Now, go down and wash off your dick in the lake and let's go eat."

I

Dinner

"Not

"Ok." I said simply, getting up to walk over to Linda.

"Hey stranger." I said as I stepped up next to her. "Is your dance card open?"

"Hi Mike! I suppose a dance wouldn't hurt." She said, trying to put a smile on her face.

"Good."

"I didn't think we would get a chance to do this." She whispered, "I'm surprised Nancy would let you."

"If I could I'd take you out into the woods and screw you like we did that night by the lake." I said honestly.

"I

"Gonna cum?" I whispered after we had danced the bulk of the tune.

"Uh huh." She whispered, nodding her head against my chest as her body gave little shakes and quivers.

"I

The

"So have a good dance?" My wife asked me somewhat drunkenly, looking down at my hard dick, obviously s wet with Linda's juices.

"Uh huh."

"He's really a good dancer." Linda said, still looking flushed.

"He can be." She said before leaning over toward Linda. "Not to mention a really hard dick!"

"Umm, yeah. He does." She answered somewhat warily.

"Yep. good dick to get off on. Did it feel good?"

"What?" Linda asked in shock.

"Did it feel good getting off on him? I'm not stupid. I can see your cum on his dick."

Oh shit was all I could think of, but she didn't at all seem angry.

"I

Linda looked quite relieved and nodded her understanding. "I understand. I'm glad you do."

"This

"Oh. I see." Linda said knowingly.

A

Donna,

"As

"Great!" She said with a grin. "Come on Mike!"

"I don't know how to dance like this!" I protested half-heartedly.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you!" she said, pulling me toward the patio.

True

"You

"Like this?"

"Oh

The song ended and we stood still while the next started, a bit slower but still a bump and grind.

"Just

"You know we can get caught this way!" I said quietly.

"I know. Makes it all the hotter, doesn't it?" she said breathlessly as she started bouncing up and down my shaft to the music.

"I'm not going to last long doing that." I said honestly.

"I know, me neither!" she panted, bouncing and grinding harder.

It

"That

"You want to dance more?" I asked as the next song started.

"No I need to sit down and catch my breath." She said taking me by the hand and leading me back to my wife.

"Here he is Mrs. C. Good as ever!" she said as I sat down.

"Just missing his hardon. I take it he couldn't take the bump and grind?"

"Oh

"Yes he is that." My wife said, clearly not upset about what she thinks happened.

"Well, I might be back for another dance later." She said as she got up. "Right now I need to use the little ladies room."

We sat for nearly twenty minutes, the three of us talking while the music played and people danced.

"Mike!" Emily said, walking up to me. "I have to have a dance with you before the night is out. How about now?"

"Don't you think your husband should have one?"

"We have been. He's off dancing with an old girlfriend, so I figured I can dance with my second dad!"

"I suppose so." I said as she led me to the patio, wearing nothing now but the heels and pearls.

"So

"So

"I know what you mean. I saw your naked tits and all I could think of was getting showered with your milk the last time."

"It was good wasn't it?"

"Probably the best sex I've ever had." I whispered to her.

"Well, you never know when I might pop in and need to express a little milk!" She said with a grin.

"Oh god. “I said as she slipped a hand between us and squeezed my hard dick. "I could so fuck you right now."

"Just

Without

"Yeah, that's it. Cum for me!" she cooed as I pounded into her.

"Oh

"Won't Dan be upset?" I asked her as we tried to catch our breaths.

"I

I

"I

We

"I better go!" she said with a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for the dances."

"You're welcome Em." I said as she pulled away.

I sat down at the table and watched her perfect ass walk away. "I hope they're ok." I said quietly.

"Why?" My wife asked.

"She told me Dan was screwing around on her already."

"Oh like you were doing with Linda?"

"No.

"Yes, but then I sent you out there knowing something would happen."

"I think it's time to head home." I said, feeling like if we stayed any longer I would get myself into more trouble.

"Oh

"Too bad you have to get dressed. I like looking at your naked body."

"We

"Worth finding out!" I said as we picked up our clothes from the closet and basket and headed for the suburban.

My

"Next year, let's do something for nude day. I really had fun tonight!" She said from my lap.

"You got lover!" I answered with a grin, already starting to think about next July 14th.

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The

"It's

"I

"Oh yes. That's what I need," she cooed as she began to ride up and down my shaft.

"Couldn't

"Not my idea." I whispered as Linda groaned in pleasure, reaching for my hands and pulling them toward her tits.

I played with her tits for only a few minutes before Nancy sat up enough to suck one of her tits into her mouth.

"Oh god!" Linda cried as she rode me harder, her body slamming down onto my legs with each stroke.

"Mother

"Oh,

"Um, Am I to guess you three slept together last night?"

"Uh huh. Miss Nancy figured out what was going on at the lake. Long story short, we played all night and slept together."

"Um. Ok." She said, a bit of fear creeping into her eyes.

"Yes

"Now?"

"Unless you have something else to do."

"Well, mom and I were supposed to go shopping, but, well, "

"Come on. Take off your clothes. I want to see what he got so turned on over."

"Mother," Emily said, looking at her mom roll off my hard dick?

"Up to you, but I think it's a now or never proposition."

"It

"Ok,"

"I

Now naked, Emily climbed up the bed, not sure where to go.

"Why don't you go ahead and finish what your mom started?" My wife said, gently stroking my pussy juice covered dick.

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. I want to see what he saw when you came and made him cum."

"Ok,"

"God

"Uh

"Oh god. I don't know if I can." I panted, trying hard not to cum as Emily's tits squirted a stream of milk across my chest.

"You will if you know what's good for you." Nancy said.

"Ok."

"Oh yes. That feels good," she said as she moved to give me better access.

"Oh

"Oh

"How close are you?" I asked in a half groan.

"You're that close?"

"Oh god yes."

"Then

"With pleasure!" I said as I rolled over onto her and pushed my engorged dick into her pussy.

"That's it. Give it all to me. Fill my pussy with your hot cum!" she cooed as I stroked into her.

"Uh"

"That's

"Oh

I

I watched as she finally pulled away, moving so her pussy was facing us.

"Slide toward me," She said to my wife, holding her hand out to her.

My wife looked at me, unsure what she was going to do, but slid down the bed, allowing Emily to position her pussy against hers.

"Oh

I

"Oh fuck!" My wife screamed as her body shuddered and jerked in orgasm as Emily's sliding wet pussy pushed her over the edge.

"oh

"How close are you?" Nancy asked from where she was laying, her chest no longer heaving to catch her breath.

"Getting close," I answered between licks.

"I want to watch you cum all over her."

I

"Fuck

"Does

"Oh god yes!"

"Cum for me. I want to watch you squirt all over her tits. I want to lick your cum from her big milky tits."

"Oh

If

I

I

"You liked that huh?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good.

"I'm glad you had fun, I know I did." I said as I leaned over and gently kissed her.

"I don't know about you guys, but all this sex has me starving." Linda said climbing from the bed. "Anyone want some breakfast?"

I looked over my shoulder as she padded naked from the room and called after her, "Definitely!"

"Well come help then," she called back from the kitchen.

"Go ahead." My wife said with a smile.

I

It took almost half an hour before eggs and sausage were cooked and on the table with the four of us sitting naked and eating.

"So where's the baby today?" Linda asked Em.

"Dave took her to see grandma while I was shopping."

"Oh. Good. I'd hate to have Dave show up about now."

"That would be a bit awkward." She said with a giggle.

"Ok,"

"Seriously?" Emily asked, looking at my wife as if she had two heads.

"Yes."

"Oh

"Oh," My wife said, clearly confused about the answer.

"You didn't know that I was trying to peek at him?"

"No. I probably would have been upset if I had."

"Looking back, I suppose so. But now that we've all been together like this, I hope we can do a few more things."

"You are on the pill now, aren't you?" My wife asked, suddenly concerned.

"Um, no. I'm not. I just figured that nursing would keep me from having another one."

"Oh god!" My wife and Linda both said at the same time.

Emily looked back and forth at the two. "What?"

"That

"Oh lord." She said quietly looking down and rubbing her bare stomach. "That might be a problem."

"When was the last time you had your period?" Linda asked.

"Um, It was due this weekend?" she answered, chewing her lip.

"Oh lord." My wife said quietly. "You may well have a permanent remembrance of seducing my husband."

I sat looking at her and Emily in shock. It had never occurred to me that she wouldn't be on birth control.

"Well,

"We'll know soon." Linda said.

"I suppose that means that I don't get to fuck him anymore today?" Emily said with a giggle.

My

"Oh thank god." I said, sagging in my chair.

The three ladies laughed at my expense and then got up to clear the dishes.

"Since we're all naked and all, I have a request," Emily said to the group.

"What's that," Linda responded.

"Before

"Ok. Last one for today." My wife said. "I'm sure he would like to go to work sometime today."

"Good!"

I

I laughed as I pushed my tongue in and out of her pussy, my dick growing bigger by the minute.

"Ok

"Oh

"Oh

"You

That was more than I could handle. My dick jumped, squirting cum deep into her pussy.

"Yes!"

"That would be fun."

"I'm glad. I can think of several fantasies I used to use with my dildo that I'd like to try."

"As long as you include Nancy."

"Where are they anyway?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should find them."

"We don't have to," she said with a giggle, lowering her lips to mine and kissing me sensuously.

"I think we better," I answered after we had kissed for a full minute.

"Ok." She said, rolling off my now limp dick. "I think I need a shower anyway. I smell like sex."

"We

"Looks like they got a head start," Emily said with a grin. "Since that one is full, let's use the other one."

"What other one?"

She

I

"Nice,"

"Are you ready to rinse?" I asked her.

"Oh not yet. I just got you hard again."

"So what are you going to do with it?"

"Let you fuck me from behind!"

I

"Yes. That's good. Just keep doing that." Emily cooed while I stroked into her using her hips as handles.

I

"He

"It is kind of cute," Nancy said as she slid her hands around and stroked my chest and played with my nipples.

I felt Linda's hand slide down and my balls were now rubbing along her soapy hand as I stroked.

"Oh

"Get

"Ah!" Emily cried as her body shuddered and I felt her pussy clench around my dick.

Just

"Oh god. What was that?" Em asked a she lay on the bottom of the tub, my wife gently showering us off with the water.

"A

"God that was like getting hit with an electric shock," I panted.

"I could feel each squirt of your cum. It was even harder than on the trampoline."

"Oh did he enjoy it out there," Linda asked.

"Oh yes. And it gave me a few ideas to play some time."

"That

"Mine too. There can't be a drop of cum left in me," I answered.

The

"So, did you have fun?" I asked her as we headed out of the drive.

"I did. We need to go shopping though. I'd really like to get a vibrator and have you try it on me."

"Seems like there were a lot of things you tried."

"Uh

"For you, I'm always up to it!" I said honestly.

"good. I was afraid that after today you might not want just me anymore."

"I'll always want you, with or without them."

"I'm glad," she said quietly, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

Parley Wagers

It

The

I

It

I

I

"Well,

"Yes

My

"Well

"Would

I

I closed the door and walked around the truck, my now rock hard dick swinging in the breeze.

Jenny

She

"All

I

"I'm not so sure I should." I answered honestly.

"Oh

"Yes

"Oh,

"Oh;

We were most of the way down when we met a young lady coming up the stairs with a basket.

"Jenny?" The cute young lady asked, stopping on the stairs.

"Hi

"Hi Nancy!" She called as we got close to the truck. I opened the door and she climbed in as Adrian scooted to the middle.

I walked around and climbed in, my wife looking at my hard glistening dick. I just shrugged and pointed over my shoulder.

"Hey Jenny. Were you fucking my hubby?" She asked over her shoulder.

"Not really. I just got him warmed up."

"Remember we said no sex unless we were all there! No private stuff. Ok!"

"Got it!" she said with a grin and a wink.

Apparently

We

"Jenny

"What did you have in mind?"

"Anything you want any time you want it!" She said with a grin while she stroked my dick. "And that doesn't mean just today!"

"What about my wife?" I asked.

"She won't ever know." She answered with a giggle.

I

I helped all four with their chairs and then went about doing as I was asked, getting drinks and such.

"Oh Mike. Would you please put some lotion on me?" Jenny asked as she held out a bottle of sunblock.

"Yes

"Roll

"Oh

"Oh; that was nice of you. I could do with a bit of tanning oil." Linda said a she dug a bottle out of her bag.

"Yes

"Oh

My wife glared at me while I simply smiled back.

I

"Sure,

"Would you like me to stick my big hard dick into your hot wet pussy?" I whispered.

"Oh yeah." She said, letting one arm down over the side of the chair to find my hard dick and stroke it.

"You

"Oh

Finally after she had eased back down I pulled my hand from her pussy and stood up, looking confidently at my wife.

"Damn!" She swore as she sat and looked at her friends disgustedly.

"I win." I said with a grin. "Now put up or shut up!"

Linda looked over at my wife quizzically. "What's he talking about?"

"He

"Well, he did, so what's the payoff?" Jenny asked, shading her eyes from the sun as my wife climbed out of her chair.

"I

I held my hand out to my wife. "Come on sweetie, I feel like a good fuck in the fountain."

"Hey Nancy!" Jenny called. "You might as well enjoy it. I know I would!"

"Don't

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