Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010A London Parish Vicar

Reverend

William Seldon, vicar of a well-to-do church in London, was having a

hard time writing his next sermon. He was in the middle of wrestling

with the topic of the evils of lust when his housekeeper knocked on his

study door and came in bearing a tea tray.

As

the plump and comfortable middle-aged woman set it down on his desk,

she said, "Begging your pardon, sir, but I thought you might like a bite

or two."

"Ah yes, thank you, Mrs. Blandford." He set his pen down and rubbed at his tired eyes.

His

servant gave him a scolding look as she poured him a cup and handed him

a plate of biscuits. "You've been working too hard, sir. You need to

rest more!"

Mrs.

Blandford bustled around the small space, straightening and picking up

discarded handkerchiefs and odds and ends, and after once more

admonishing him to take a break, she left him alone again.

William

sighed as he distractedly ran his hands through his hair and stared

unseeing down at what he had written. The problem wasn't that he had

been working too hard. His church was not in the most fashionable part

of town, but nor was it in an impoverished part either. There were

plenty of middle-class Londoners among his flock, and they were a tame

lot who paid their tithes on time. No, he did not worry about their

everlasting souls, nor did he worry about his financial status, which

was quite comfortable.

One

paragraph of his sermon caught his eye. "To lust is to submit to the

Devil's will. It is a dark and twisted path to hell, and we must do all

that we can to maintain purity and innocence of mind. To live healthy

and clean is to gain the path of Heaven."

William

leaned back in his chair, looking at the wall where a portrait of his

deceased father hung. His father had also been a vicar and moreover, an

extremely moral, upright man. The grim face in the portrait was set in

lines of disapproval, as if he knew William's shameful, dark thoughts.

If

only his problems were as simple as material wealth and the salvation

of his congregants! No, his problem was worse, much worse. He struggled

mightily for a minute, trying to focus on his sermon, but there was no

helping it. With a shameful desperation, he sprang to his feet and

locked the door, quickly returning to his desk.

After

opening the bottom drawer, he easily found and pulled out a booklet

from its hiding place. The pages were worn and thin from many readings.

He flipped it open to his favorite part, a series of illustrations that

began with an extremely well-endowed woman fellating a man with a giant

cock. Just the sight of those beloved pages had him immediately hard and

ready, and he took his cock out of his breeches and began stroking it

with a sigh of pleasure as he gazed hungrily at the naughty pictures.

Instead

of the woman in the drawings, however, he imagined instead a young

woman with curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, kneeling before him

and wrapping her pink lips around his cock. She was voracious, sucking

and licking him with complete abandon and enthusiasm. William could

almost feel the moist heat, the sucking pull of her mouth.

It

had been a long time since he had felt a woman's touch. He and his

friend, Andrew Jennings, had gone to quite a few brothels during their

university days. There were also several willing barmaids in the local

taverns who were always ready for a tumble with randy young students in

exchange for a few coins. But ever since he had taken over his London

parish as vicar, he felt a heavy weight of responsibility, and could

always hear in his mind his father's sober remonstrances to lead his

flock by example.

Closing

his eyes, William focused again on the thought of the young woman's

luscious body. Just yesterday, as they were climbing the narrow stairs

of the Tower of London, he had allowed her to pass him and she had

squeezed by, inadvertently brushing her round arse against the front of

his trousers, where he was, as always around her, sporting a substantial

bulge. Then, on the way down, she had bumped her large, soft breasts

against his chest. He groaned now, remembering the feel of those plump,

bouncing orbs. Those simple, innocent touches had kept him hard during

the entire excursion, which made it damned difficult to go up and down

those stairs!

He

pumped his dripping member ever harder now, thinking of her ample

bosom. In his fantasy, she wrapped her fat tits around his cock, using

her tongue on the head as it appeared between the pale mounds with every

stroke. He fisted himself ever faster, nearing his release, panting

now. William turned the page again to see the woman laid out on her

back, taking that huge cock into her cunt. In his imaginings, her face

transformed into one of ripe, young innocence, trusting and loving as he

thrust into her tight, wet cunny. When she licked her lips and gave him

a sultry smile, William was done for.

"Oh

fuck!" he grunted as he came, his balls boiling with pleasure. He

caught his seed in his handkerchief before it could soil his shirt, and

gave his cock a few more slow strokes, savoring the echoes of his

blissful release.

Fleetingly,

he thought of the last time he had lain with a woman, during an orgy

that he and Andrew had attended as a last hurrah before being ordained a

few years ago. He had fucked so many women that night, his cock had

been slightly raw the next day. There was one busty woman that he had

pounded into from behind while she sucked on Andrew's shaft, moaning

lasciviously the whole time. Her cunny had felt so tight and hot and

wet, and her round ass had bounced appealingly with every thrust. Three

years was too long to go celibate, perhaps. It was as good as any reason

to blame for his recent insatiable sexual appetite.

As

soon as his lusty urges had been sated, he was again filled with the

same shame and self-admonishment that had been haunting him more and

more lately. Groaning, he crumpled the handkerchief into a ball and

buttoned himself back up. Mrs. Blandford must wonder why he went through

so many handkerchiefs every day.

With

a heavy sigh, tinged with guilt, he carefully put away the dirty

picture book and turned again to his sermon. Lust! He felt like such a

fraud. He couldn't even go one day without stroking himself off. In

fact, he often did it two or three times a day now.

The Chamberlains in London

The

clock on the mantel chimed the hour and William stood, both trepidation

and excitement filling him. It was time to call on the Chamberlains'.

Two

months ago, he had received a letter from another Oxford friend, Henry

Carter. Henry had gotten married two years ago to Miss Belinda

Chamberlain and already had one son. Andrew Jennings, on a visit to him

in Glenwood, had met and soon married the middle sister, Fiona.

In

the letter, Henry had explained that his father and mother-in-law were

in town with their youngest daughter, Jane, for the London season. Could

William be so kind as to pay a call? Without her two sisters, both of

whom were in confinement and expecting a child at any moment, Jane had

no one but her parents for ready company in London.

"I

hope you will be able to find some time to visit them, William. My

sister-in-law is charming and droll; you will not find it any chore to

spend time with her. She is likely a little lonely without her sisters,

so I think a friendly face would be welcome."

The Chamberlains had indeed welcomed him with open arms.

"Any

friend of Henry and Andrew's must be a friend of ours!" they said

whenever he politely protested their constant invitations to tea and

dinner. This afternoon, he was to call for Jane and lead her on a tour

of the latest exhibition at the Royal Museum.

In

less than half an hour, he was in the Chamberlains' sitting room,

attempting to appear calm as Miss Jane entered with her mother. He

clasped her hand as she lifted her pretty face and smiled up at him. Her

blue eyes sparkled and her blonde curls shone in the afternoon light.

Yes,

Jane Chamberlain was the same girl William had just degraded in his

fantasy, had made into fuel for his shameful self-pleasure.

In

fact, ever since he had first met her, calling soon after he had

received Henry's letter, she had taken over his fevered mind. Her perky

breasts, always displayed in low-cut bodices, and her lush curves kept

his cock half hard whenever they were together, and as he had found

himself designated as her London tour guide, they were together a lot.

Spending

so much time in Jane's company was a delectable torture. William found

her a very agreeable and charming girl, just as Henry had described. But

it was her body, a body that seemed tailor-made for bawdy sex, that

made him burn. Whenever he stroked himself, it was Jane that he would

guiltily undress in his mind.

William

could imagine her huge, perky tits bouncing as he fucked her while she

lay on her back. He could picture taking her from behind as he massaged

and spanked her round ass. In fact, in his fantasies, Jane had done

innumerable nasty acts, things he was sure she had never even heard

hints of.

But

he couldn't stop, and in fact, now had to masturbate before their every

meeting to take the edge off. Just the sight of Jane's deep décolletage

could turn him into a stammering fool. He was having to find more and

more creative ways to hide his raging erections, despite his frequent

self-pleasuring, and the amount of handkerchiefs he was going through

these days was unprecedented.

Jane

herself seemed to be completely oblivious of the effect she had on him.

Her behavior was always perfectly poised and lady-like. She had a wry

sense of humor and had often remarked that she enjoyed his company, but

he had never detected even a suggestion of flirtation on her part.

William found that he liked her more and more as the weeks passed, and

had even wondered if he should join his friends in selecting a

Chamberlain daughter for his bride.

But

he just couldn't imagine asking Jane to suck his cock or allow him to

eat her cunny, let alone do the dozens of even more debauched acts he

constantly envisioned when he took himself in hand. A well-behaved lady

such as herself expected sex to be done under the covers in the dark,

and to do it only as much as necessary. She wasn't a whore in a brothel,

after all. She would want to be treated with the utmost respect, in bed

and out.

With

a start, he became aware that Mrs. Chamberlain was speaking to him. "I

hope this won't inconvenience you too much, Mr. Seldon? After all, you

can always go to the Royal Museum some other afternoon."

"Err, yes?" he said, utterly bewildered. What had he just missed as he mused on Jane's womanly qualities?

At that moment, the butler opened the doors of the sitting room and announced, "Dr. Hoffman, ma'am."

A

distinguished looking older gentleman with a white beard and mustache

came in. He executed a stiff bow and nodded at William. "Is this the

priest?" he asked in a slight Germanic accent.

"Yes,

doctor, we have invited him just as you asked." Mrs. Chamberlain made

the introductions and then asked anxiously, "Where shall the examination

take place?"

The

doctor's sober gray eyes took in the sitting room, elegantly appointed

in tasteful furniture. He pointed to a chaise lounge and said, "That

shall do very nicely, ma'am. Now, I must ask you to let the priest and I

do our work. If mothers are in the room, I have found that it is less

likely the patient will be truthful."

"Oh,

doctor, is that really necessary?" Mrs. Chamberlain fluttered her

handkerchief and William finally noticed that she did not seem herself

this afternoon. Her eyes were red-rimmed and she showed every indication

of bursting into tears at any minute. Jane, on the other hand, looked

as serene and self-possessed as ever as she sat primly on a chair.

William wondered what on earth was going on.

"Now,

now, Mrs. Chamberlain. You must trust to my methods and let me do what

you hired me to do." The doctor's words were calm and reassuring as he

led the lady out of the room. "I shall call you when I am ready. Why

don't you have a rest in your room upstairs while we are conducting the

examination?"

Nodding

disconsolately, Mrs. Chamberlain sniffled as she exited. Dr. Hoffman

closed the door behind her and locked it, pocketing the key. At

William's raised eyebrow, he explained, "I have found it is best to

ensure privacy from any impertinent servants."

Carrying

his large, black medical bag towards the chaise lounge, he set it down

on a low table. At his direction, William carried two chairs over and

placed them right at the end of the low sofa.

"Now

Miss Jane," the doctor said, gesturing towards the girl, who had been

quietly watching the proceedings with bright, curious eyes. "Please,

come here."

Obediently,

Jane stood and walked towards them. William tried to catch her eye in

inquiry, still being wholly unaware as to what was happening, but she

was gazing expectantly at Dr. Hoffman.

"We

shall disrobe now, eh?" that man said, to William's utter amazement. In

a state of shock, he watched as Jane docilely turned so that the doctor

could begin unbuttoning her simple muslin dress, letting it pool at her

feet. He did not stop there; he continued to divest Jane of every item

of clothing until all of her perfect loveliness was bared. Then, she was

led to the chaise and laid down.

By

this time, William was feeling slightly dizzy. All of his fantasies for

the past several weeks had not prepared him for seeing Jane's creamy,

rose-tipped breasts, her alabaster expanse of skin, her delectable

nakedness in person. Her tits looked as delicious as he had always

imagined, unmarred by any deformity. And they were the perfect size,

large handfuls that jiggled with every movement as she settled herself

against the brocade fabric cushions.

"Is this how you want me, doctor?"

"Yes,

yes, that's quite all right, my dear." Dr. Hoffman replied in a brisk,

practical tone. "Now where did I put those forceps?" he muttered,

rummaging in his bag, not even looking at Jane.

William,

however, could not help staring. He knew he had an enormous bulge in

his trousers, but there was no helping that in the current situation.

Jane reclined on one elbow, her other hand lightly tracing her

collarbone. He followed the line of her legs to the light patch of

blonde curls at their apex. It was impossible to know where to keep his

gaze. The enticing vee between her legs beckoned, but so did the swells

of her bountiful bosom, her smooth belly, her pink lips.

Jane

startled him out of his focused perusal of her body by saying, "Thank

you ever so much for agreeing to help with the examination, Mr. Seldon."

He

dragged his eyes to hers, which were sparkling with merriment and

mischief. It was difficult to believe, but she did not seem to have any

embarrassment or self-consciousness at her nudity. She seemed as

tranquil as if they really were just walking through a museum. William,

on the other hand, could almost hear his own heart beating.

"Yes,

very important to have a priest on hand," said Dr. Hoffman, turning

towards them. "They are always so pure and trustworthy, you see."

William

only nodded as he swallowed thickly. It wouldn't do to tell the doctor

that his thoughts were far from pure at the moment. But he would have

said or done anything to stay in that room.

The doctor gestured him to one of the chairs and William sat, Jane's ripe, young body laid out before him like a feast.

Taking

the other chair, Dr. Hoffman set a tray of instruments down on a low

end table between them. Then, he guided Jane so that she lay with her

bum at the edge of the sofa. He spread her legs, placing her feet on

either side of the piece of furniture, and William began to salivate as

Jane's perfect, pink cunny came into view.

It

was glistening slightly and Dr. Hoffman tisked as he leaned forward and

swiped a finger through the slick folds. Shaking his head, he held it

up to William. "So wet already. I'm afraid this is a serious case, Mr.

Seldon."

"A serious case of what?" William was still completely bewildered.

"Why,

of sinful lust, of course. You see how her nipples are extended. How

engorged her vaginal lips are." He used the same finger to trace her

entrance and Jane moaned, eliciting another series of disappointed

clucks from the doctor. "And look at her clitoris! It is almost

throbbing, you see?" He pinched it between his fingers and Jane gasped.

"Oh yes, doctor! Please touch it more!" she begged.

But

Dr. Hoffman just shook his head again and sighed. "I am not sure if

there is any treatment for such an extreme case as this, but I promised

Mrs. Chamberlain I would at least complete the examination. You, Mr.

Seldon, shall help me."

He

pulled out a notebook and gestured to the tray of instruments. "Now, if

you could please insert the brass condenser rod into her rectal

cavity?"

His

hand was trembling slightly, but William eagerly found the long

cylindrical instrument, about the thickness of his finger, already

coated in oil. Leaning forward, he began to insert it into Jane's arse.

There

was a slight resistance and Jane let out a whimper. William paused at

the sound, looking up and meeting her gaze. There was no trepidation,

however, in her expression. Only a fierce hunger in her eyes as she

stared back at him. "Oh yes," she whispered as he resumed sliding it

slowly inside.

"Miss

Jane, that was placed very easily by Mr. Seldon. Have you ever put

anything inside your anus?" the doctor sternly asked as he made

notations.

"Umm,

ever so many things," Jane said. She was caressing her breasts now and

under William's hot gaze, she pinched and pulled at her nipples.

"Your

mother said you were found in the kitchen yesterday, using a mincing

pestle to violate your rectum. Is this true?" The doctor was busily

scribbling, completely unaware that William still held the thermometer

and was lightly thrusting it back and forth in Jane's tight bum.

"Yes, doctor," she gasped.

"Not

only is that an abominably unhygienic use of a pestle, Miss Jane, but

don't you understand that this is a disgusting and depraved act?" Dr.

Hoffman looked up now and William quickly let go of the thermometer,

leaving it seated deep inside Jane's ass.

"Umm,

but doctor, it feels so good!" Jane was shifting restlessly on the

couch now. Her cunny was gushing fluids, coating the insides of her

thighs. William could smell her musky odor and it made him salivate even

more.

"Humph!"

The doctor went back to his notebook. "Mr. Seldon, if you would be so

kind as to check if Miss Jane's hymen is still intact?"

"Yes,

of course," William said, attempting to hide the excitement in his

voice. He spread Jane's lips open with his left hand and with his right,

inserted two fingers into her moist depths. His stiff cock gave a

twitch as he felt a woman's cunny for the first time in years; it was

exquisite. At hearing Jane's appreciative moan, he looked up and saw her

watching him, her lids half-lowered. When she licked her lips, William

nearly groaned aloud.

He

circled his fingers in her sopping cunt, relishing its tight heat. The

thought of feeling her wonderful cunny wrapped around his cock was

causing him to leak precum like a hose in his trousers.

"Well, Mr. Seldon?"

"Oh, err, I'm afraid I don't feel anything, doctor."

Letting

out another one of his disappointed sighs, Dr. Hoffman said, "It is

just as her mother feared. She found this in Miss Jane's bedchamber the

other day." With his pencil, he tapped a large wooden dildo that was on

the tray with the other instruments. "Look at the size of this, sir!

Really, Miss Jane, wherever did you get this?"

"Why,

my sister Fiona gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday. She said it

was a tradition in our family." William felt a jolt go through him at

hearing the name of Andrew Jennings' wife.

Dr.

Hoffman scoffed. "Tradition! Yes, your mother told me of the scandalous

behavior of your sisters. A licentious strain in the family blood, I

suppose, although it is very interesting that all three siblings seem to

have it."

Pulling

a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, he offered it to William. "You

may cease now, Mr. Seldon. You are being a very cooperative assistant

and I am very grateful."

Clearing

his throat, William politely refused as he reluctantly parted from

Jane's cunny. "Ah, no thanks, doctor, I have my own handkerchief just

here," he said, reaching into his waistcoat pocket. But instead of using

it, William quickly stuck his fingers in his mouth as the doctor turned

away. He sucked off Jane's juices, savoring their delicious flavor.

She saw him do this, and gave him a sly smile and a wink, still playing with her pink, taut nipples.

"Have you allowed any men liberties?" Dr. Hoffman asked. "Your mother said the pestle incident occurred in front of a footman?"

Jane

giggled. "Oh yes, George came all over the kitchen floor and the cook

made him clean it up himself! Sometimes I like to let him watch, but

I've never let him or any other man touch me, doctor. Except you and the

vicar today," she added with a smirk.

"And when did you begin to have these wicked urges?"

"Oh,

I don't know for sure, doctor. Fiona said that when my eldest sister,

Belinda, married Henry Carter, they copulated all over the house. But I

had no idea and she only told me that on my eighteenth birthday. After

that, though, she would sometimes let me hide in her dressing room and

watch her fiancé, Andrew, defile her. It was most exciting, doctor!"

"Ah,

this is very bad, Miss Jane. Very bad indeed." Dr. Hoffman bent over

his notebook, his hand moving rapidly as he peppered Jane with questions

about her sisters, their activities, and Jane's inappropriate knowledge

of both. As he did so, William mulled over everything he had just

heard.

To

be sure, both of his friends' marriages had been somewhat surprising.

Henry's because of his zealously celibate history, but Andrew's for the

complete, opposite reason.

In

fact, shortly before Andrew had traveled to Glenwood on that fateful

trip to visit Henry, he had stopped in London. During a call on William,

the man had practically boasted of all the women he was screwing in

Wolver Hampton as a merry bachelor vicar. Widows, unhappy wives, lusty

barmaids, the list went on and on. He had even advised William to do the

same.

So

when William heard of his hasty marriage to Henry's sister-in-law, he

had been more than a little surprised. With Jane's revelations today,

the events of the past were now starting to make a certain kind of

sense. Who could resist a Chamberlain daughter?

The

doctor snapped his notebook shut now and rose. William stood as well

and accompanied Dr. Hoffman to the door. The older man said, "I shall

inform Mrs. Chamberlain now of my findings. You do not mind assisting

Miss Jane in dressing herself?"

"No, of course not."

The

doctor shook his head in grave sorrow. "Such a charming girl, it is too

bad she is beyond all hope of treatment." Lowering his voice, he

continued, "I have never seen such outrageous behavior among the gentry,

and with one so young! I can make allowances for her disturbed mind

because of the scandalous influence of her sisters, but alas, there is

very little to be done in cases like this except marry the girls off to

the first man willing to put up with such corrupt conduct, and often he

is of inferior birth, rank, and fortune."

With

a sigh of pity, the doctor pointed to the couch behind them. "You see?

She will do anything, absolutely anything, for release now. She is like

an animal."

William

looked back to see Jane, still splayed on the couch in all of her naked

glory, one hand on her breast. The other hand was rubbing furiously

between her thighs as she moaned with her eyes closed.

"My God," he whispered.

"Yes,

repulsive, isn't it? Well, well, we shall see what we can do," said the

doctor. With another sad shake of his head, he left the room. Slowly,

William locked the door and turned around, not even sure what he

expected to find. What he saw was even better than anything he could

have imagined.

Jane had discovered her dildo among the tray of instruments and was now inserting its oiled length into her arse.

"Miss Jane!" William said in a choked cry, drawing towards her side like a moth to a flame.

"Oh

Mr. Seldon, I just couldn't help myself! That examination made me feel

so empty, I have to be filled!" Under his incredulous stare, she pushed

the tool all the way up her back chute, until only the thick base was

showing. "Oh yes, that's so nice!" Then she sat up, effectively keeping

it in place against the cushioned seat.

Suddenly, she grabbed William's coat lapels and pulled him so he was standing just before her.

"Alone

at last," she said, looking up at him from her perch on the edge of the

sofa. The sight of her bare body before him, the tips of her breasts

almost brushing the front of his thighs, made him feel as if he was on

fire.

Unhesitatingly,

Jane reached out and ran her hand all over his thick bulge as William

groaned, fisting his hands at his sides. Jane murmured appreciatively,

"Umm, your cock feels huge, Mr. Seldon! May I?"

She

didn't wait for an answer as she quickly unbuttoned his falls, letting

his hard, dripping cock spring into her hands. "Ooh, Mr. Seldon! I

thought it was big, but not this big!" She stuck out her tongue and gave

the head a lick. "I've never tasted a cock before. It's delicious!"

She

opened her mouth wide and eagerly sucked half of his member into her

mouth. It suddenly struck William that he had been completely deceived

by Jane all this time. She wasn't a demure, little lady. She was an

insatiable slut ripe for the picking! It was a revelation that broke

through all of his rules of propriety, allowing him to finally see her

for who she truly was--a carnal, sensual creature.

"Oh God, yes!" said William, bringing his hands to her curls, gripping them tightly. "Yes, suck my cock, Jane!" he gasped.

She

moaned as she worked him, circling the lower half of his shaft in her

hand as she slurped and sucked. After a minute of this heavenly

treatment, she pulled off only to move her questing tongue and lips to

his balls, bathing them in wetness.

Another minute passed before she said, "I love how you taste. Am I doing it right? Does this feel good to you, Mr. Seldon?"

Seeing

Jane's mouth red and swollen, her eyes locked on his, caused William to

moan. "You have no idea, Jane. Keep going, that's it. Suck me until I

come in your mouth!"

He

began thrusting, his balls tightening. It hadn't taken long at all for

Jane to bring him to the edge with her talented tongue. "Fuck, you're

good at this. That's it, suck me just there, oh fuck!"

Without

warning, he exploded in her mouth, coming in blissful spurts as he

gasped and panted, gripping her head tight to his pelvis. Jane tried to

swallow all of his seed, but some leaked out the corner of her mouth,

running down her chin and landing on her breasts. When William finally

let her go, staggering back slightly, she wiped the cum off and stuck

her fingers in her mouth, moaning.

"Oh,

you taste so good! Umm, I love it!" She ran her hands all over her

breasts now, twisting her nipples as she shifted her bum restlessly on

the couch.

"Bloody

hell," William whispered as he sank to his knees before her. He grabbed

her neck brought their lips together in a searing, frantic kiss. As

their tongues met and dueled, Jane worked him free of his coat, cravat,

and shirt, running her hands all over his torso once it was bared. She

kissed down his chest and laved his nipple, causing him to let out a

grunt.

"I

think it's my turn to taste you," he said, pushing her back and

immediately latching onto one of her nipples with his mouth. Her tits

felt even better than he had imagined and he spent long minutes

worshiping them as Jane squirmed and sighed and moaned beneath him.

"Oh, that feels wonderful, Mr. Seldon!"

"Just

call me William already, Jane," he said as he mouthed hot kisses down

her body. She shivered when he finally reached her cunny, tracing her

swollen lips with his tongue, savoring her taste.

"Oh

my God!" she cried out when he took her clit into his mouth, sucking

earnestly. His only goal at that moment was to make her come, and come

hard. She still had the dildo in her ass and he grabbed its base,

beginning to pump it in and out as he diligently sucked and licked.

"Yes,

fuck my ass! Oh my God, I'm going to come! Don't stop, don't stop,

fuck, yes, I'm coming!" Jane shrieked the last as he enthusiastically

worked her engorged bud between his lips. She shook and trembled under

his ministrations, coming hard and moaning nonstop.

"Fuck,

Jane, you're a hot little bitch," William growled, straightening and

taking his cock, hard and ready once more, in his hand.

She looked down her body at him and smiled. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

William

shook his head and sat back on the rug. "No, I want you to show me how

bad you want this cock," he said as he gave himself a few hard strokes.

Jane

scrambled off the couch and balanced on her knees above him. She

grabbed his cock and notching it at her dripping entrance before

dropping down and impaling herself in one go.

"Oh

fuck!" they both cried out. He leaned forward as she squirmed and

sighed, and they breathed together through the exquisite feeling of her

molten heat hugging his thick shaft. After letting her adjust to his

size for a moment, William looked up to see Jane gazing down at him with

lust and hunger. He fisted his hands in her hair and brought her to him

for another searing, deep kiss that went on and on as she began rocking

her delicious cunny onto his cock.

The

ridges of the unyielding wooden dildo in her ass caressed his length as

she drove her sweet cunt onto him. He groaned and wrenched his mouth

from hers so that he could lean her back to get another taste of her

delectable tits. He licked and suckled her nipples while she moaned and

clasped him to her, thrusting her tits into his eager mouth and hands.

"Fuck, that feels so good! Umm, yes, suck my tits more. I know you like them. You stare at them all the time!"

In

response, William gave her left nipple a vicious twist of his fingers

as he bit into her right one. "You noticed that, did you?"

"Oh

yes!" Jane squealed and he groaned as he felt her cunny contract around

his cock. "I always noticed when you got randy around me. Umm, yes,

fuck me harder, William! Suck me more!" She moaned and panted as he

squeezed her soft tits in his hands.

"You

like being filled in both of your slutty holes, Jane? You like being

used like a whore?" He grabbed her hair again, pulling her head roughly

back as he stared into her eyes, her hips continuing to shift over him

faster and faster.

"Yes,

yes!" Her expression was dazed, obviously overwhelmed by pleasure. It

had been a long time since William had seen that look on a woman's face,

but he immediately recognized it and it made a rush of dark greed go

through him.

Jane was starting to shake above him. "Oh my God, I love your cock!"

William took her mouth again with a growl. Their bodies moved together as they fucked on the carpet in long, lush movements.

"Christ, your cunny feels fantastic, Jane!"

"Your big cock is filling me up so good, William!"

She

finally said his name, which sent a possessive satisfaction through

him. He let out a raspy laugh as he braced his feet and began hammering

into her, holding tight to her hips. "That's it, darling. I want to hear

you scream my name when you come."

"You're fucking me so good, William! Oh fuck, I'm going to come again!"

He

groaned as he saw the pleasure wash over her face. She was so beautiful

in the throes of her lust. It was hard to believe she was the same,

quietly charming young lady he took to the Tower of London yesterday.

"Come

all over my cock, Jane. That's it, come on my cock like a good girl."

His voice rumbled deeply and he wet his thumb with his mouth, bringing

it to her engorged clit and rubbing it hard.

Her

eyes rolled up and with a gratifying cry of "William!" he felt all of

her muscles tense before her cunny burst in a series of clenching spasms

that felt like heaven on his cock. He ground his hips up into hers,

gritting his teeth as he held on through her orgasm, continuing to mash

his thumb on her pulsing clit. "Oh; oh oh!" she gasped, trembling in

ecstasy as she gripped his shoulders, writhing uncontrollably. Finally,

after long moments of moans and groans, she collapsed forward onto him,

her chest heaving.

William

was also breathing hard, his cock still as rigidly hard as a poker.

"Fuck, Jane. You're so gorgeous when you're cumming. Come here." They

sat up together and he slid reluctantly out of her as he stood. He

brought her back to the chaise lounge and bent her forward so she was on

all fours on the cushions. The base of the dildo still nestled in the

crack of her ass and he tapped it several times, causing Jane to let out

soft yelps, her cheek resting on the brocaded fabric.

"Umm, are you going to fuck me in the arse now, William?"

He

chuckled as he spanked her rump several times, leaving her pale skin a

cherry red. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, slut? You want it in your

arse?" She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder with

hooded eyes and nodded.

"Maybe

later," he said as he lined himself up again with her wet cunt, slowly

sliding back in. He leaned over her and said into her ear, "I'm not done

with this perfect cunny yet." Lust and desire glazed over her eyes as

he filled her, giving him a thrill of proprietary greed. She was the

most mouthwateringly fuckable woman he'd ever had.

"Oh

William!" she cried out as he filled her completely, stretching her

tight inner muscles. "I love your cock! It fills me up so good!"

"You

naughty minx. You like getting fucked like a whore, don't you?" William

thrust deeply and gave her more stinging slaps as he spoke. "Fuck,

you're such a hot, little slut, Jane. God, I could fuck you forever." He

had been holding onto her hips as he pounded away and spanked her, but

now he grasped the dildo and began pulling and pushing it within her

clenching sphincter. His hips rammed her hard with each thrust and her

buttocks jiggled alluringly as he worked her two holes.

Jane's eyes were screwed tight now and she was moaning incessantly. "Umm, yes, William, fuck me harder, don't stop!"

"Oh,

I'm never going to stop," he growled, slamming into her harder and

harder. "I'm going to marry you and get my own personal Chamberlain

whore to play with every day. I'm going to fuck you in all your holes.

I'm going to fuck your gorgeous tits, too. I'm going to make you do

things even a slut like you have never thought of. I'm going to--"

But

at that moment Jane let out a wail, her hands curling into fists on the

cushion, cumming hard as she shoved her hips back to meet his rough

thrusts. Her cunny spasmed and clung to William's cock, milking it in

deep contractions and finally pulling his own orgasm out of him.

"Oh

fuck I'm cumming, too! Yes, here it comes!" he growled as he shot

streams of cum into her grasping cunt. He moaned with her as he ground

his oozing cock into her tight depths for long moments, savoring the

best orgasm he had ever felt in his life.

Suddenly,

the door flew open and William whipped his head around to see Mrs.

Chamberlain standing in the doorway, along with a shocked Dr. Hoffman.

"Oh, Mr. Seldon!" the lady exclaimed in dramatic accents. "How could you?"

Jane

leaned up on her elbows, smiling broadly at her mother. "Oh but Mother,

isn't it wonderful? William is going to marry me. We're engaged!"

Mrs. Chamberlain stared, mouth agape, for several seconds before she exploded in hysterics. "Another priest! Oh, what will Mr. Chamberlain say?" She ran off down the hallway, sobbing.

The

doctor looked at William sorrowfully. "Ah, sir, I should have warned

you to be careful around this lusty creature. These depraved beings can

lead even the most moral of men onto the path of evil. I thought,

however, a priest would have more care!"

"Sorry,

doctor," William said, also with a broad smile on his face. He ran a

possessive hand up and down Jane's spine. "She's just too irresistible."

Dr. Hoffman clucked his tongue before reaching for the door and pulling it shut, leaving the lovers in peace and privacy.

Jane gurgled with laughter.

William stepped back, his softening cock sliding out of her cunny along with a gush of cum down her thigh.

"Are you happy, Jane?" he said, smiling down at his beautiful, future wife.

Instead

of answering, Jane got down on her knees before him, taking his shining

cock in her hand and giving it several long licks, lapping up the

mixture of cum and cunny juice that coated it. As he hardened into

readiness once more under her skillful tongue, she winked up at him.

"I'll be happy when you finally fuck me in the arse, William," she said

before opening her mouth wide and swallowing down his cock.

William

groaned in heady bliss. The world would be a better place if more women

were like the Chamberlain sisters, he thought. And as he watched Jane's

pink lips working hungrily over his shaft, as he geared up for what

could only be a fantastic introduction to her tight ass, he thanked God

for granting him a Chamberlain sister of his own.

By cocteleo for Literotica