Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?
By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
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 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
