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The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 1

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The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 1
Reverend Henry is tempted by sin; or perhaps something else?

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

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.

The Belle of Glenwood

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 coc

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