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The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 2

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The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 2
Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
A 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 d colletage
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 c

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