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We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal.
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Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends.
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It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray's Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.
He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully.
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I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others.
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Wordlessly they lay there, Anna clutching his hand as he held her. Eventually her breathing returned to normal, and her grip softened. Jake realized he had his dick pressed against her bottom in their hug, but it had softened during the past few minutes. He felt proud of himself and his soft dick. Anna was the epitome of his sexual desires, but in this moment even his perpetually rude cock recognized this was not the time to make selfish demands. It felt nice snuggled up against her soft bottom.
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One evening, Anna sat beside him on the couch with a serious look on her face.
“Jake, listen, I know I’ve already put a lot of burden on our friendship these past weeks. There’s something else I want to ask you about. I don’t want to do a cycle of agonizing self-doubt this time, so I’m just going to go out on a limb and ask you. Do you promise to tell me if my question makes you uncomfortable?”
“Of course I’ll tell you,” Jake said.
“You know that model you showed me earlier, the one with the inverted nipples?”
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“There’s one thing, though,” Anna said hesitantly. “I’m nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can’t see very well down there. Would you, would you be willing to help me?”
Jake swallowed. “Help, um, help you shave?”
Anna nodded. “I know it’s a big favor. It’s no problem if you’d rather not.”
Jake couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend some quality time with Anna’s vagina.
"There's one thing, though," Anna said hesitantly. "I'm nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can't see very well down there. Would you... would you be willing to help me?"
Jake swallowed. "Help, um, help you shave?"
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“Breasts, yes. I want to show you my breasts,” Anna said, making a simple request that complicated everything.
Jake instinctively glanced down at her chest, before wrenching his gaze back to her face. His mind raced in useless circles around a single thought: Danger!
“But you have to promise to tell me if that would make you uncomfortable,” Anna said. “I can only ask you this favor because our friendship is both close and solidly non-romantic. I completely understand if my request is just too flippin’ weird!”
Jake had never been less comfortable in his life. This felt like a bad idea.
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In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!
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Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.
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I don't know how long I'd been asleep, I couldn't see my watch. It took me a few moments to even realize that what had woken me was a draft. Somehow my zipper had come undone. I sleepily reached for the zipper and my hand ran into an obstruction. It took a few more moments for my brain to register a soft body. I was pushed further awake as a pair of very cold feet slipped down into my mummy bag against my bare legs. Mummy bags are designed for backpackers that need something small and compact, or to use in cold weather. It takes much less heat to warm a smaller bag. They are designed to be a one person sleeping, not two, even if I had chosen a somewhat larger version for my own comfort. The soft body wiggled into the bag with me, her bare skin pressing against me as she tried to work the zipper closed again. I slipped a hand around her and used it to pull the zipper up in place, glad that it didn't split at the snugness of the material around us.
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This sucked. I mean it sucked ass! Traveling goes with the job, and that's fine, but when the weather doesn't cooperate it makes any trip a pain. Wind, tornadoes, floods, hurricanes, and yes, even blizzards are part of the job. I've been stranded in truck stops in the Rockies and the Appalachians but never would I have expected to be snowed in on a Virginia interstate! But here I was. If I'd have gotten started just an hour, one stinking hour, sooner, I'd have been past the wreck that stopped traffic. It was quite literally the perfect storm. With snow coming down at nearly three inches per hour, the snow was piling up quickly. With traffic at a stand still, the plows were helpless to clear the road. With the snow piling up, the cars were going to be buried. Trucks without chains were going to be stuck.
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Can I help you?
I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the Toys; male, solo shelf hadn t noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze.
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Kindra dropped the correct change into the last washer and hit Start. She had two weeks' worth of clothing to clean. This was a several hour affair, but it was a Friday night after dark and what else was she going to do, really? In fact, she already had her activity ready. Out came her tablet, preloaded with pirated movies. She didn't bother wearing earbuds. The noise of the washers drowned out the sounds of her device, and no one else was around. Up? Probably. Around? No way.
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The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church.
As this story took place in the ninth century of the Christian era, or Year of our Lord; many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and sheath, later referred to as cunny or cunt. Although the specific accounts were not taken down on paper, the story refers to certain facts in which the legend was based.
In the year of our lord, 823 A D, a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed to attend Church.
M!--more-->In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females were considered worthless and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society thought them incapable of learning.
Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father's farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.
As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in payment for teaching her.
After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who's late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time; however he was drunk. As Edmund didn't earn much money, he jumped at the chance to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.
After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books she had borrowed.
The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,
"Are you no longer reading Joan?"
"I no longer have books available to me, Father." She said.
"Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church."
This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.
The following evening, after making supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a bible, the second was a book called, "Entrance to Heaven", which was a guide for priests.
The third and fourth were written in Latin, a language in which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire, picked up the book in Latin and began to read.
"When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God's reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member.
"Father what is a phallic member?"
"All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the essence of a man."
"I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it do?"
"It is the instrument that will allow a female to see God."
"Do you have your phallic member with you Father Paul?"
"Yes, I do."
"May I see it Father?"
"Of course my child."
Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.
When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her eighteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.
Kneeling between Joan's legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.
As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.
It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then, she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.
However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.
Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul's legs, pulling him tight into her channel.
As he continued, Joan's feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for some kind of satisfaction was increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.
Without any warning, Joan felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.
Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,
"Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your bidding."
Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn't coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.
Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again.
"Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence of man, and God."
"Remember Joan, although my member, my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It is God's design."
Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father's design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.
She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.
It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breeding. Joan kissed Father Paul's member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown, but natural desire, began to suck on it.
Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man's penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.
Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.
Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest's penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan's head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.
Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.
With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul's essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan's face and said,
"Swallow it, Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence is too important to be splattered on the floor."
Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought.
"Do you want me to continue reading, Joan?"
"No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient Roman god of sleep and dreams, is calling to me. May I return after supper on the morrow, Father Paul?"
"Of course my child. You may visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge of."
Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions.
She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses, cooking and cleaning. She fed all of the animals and cleaned their stalls, while her father worked in the fields planting vegetables. They broke for the mid-day meal and sat together while eating. Her Father asked,
"Joan, what did you learn at the church with Father Paul, last eve?"
"Father Paul read to me from a large book in Latin. I learned about God's design and the essence of man. He also taught me how man should best serve God, and what God expects of his children."
"My daughter is such a wonderful student; and has an admirable mind, unlike her ignorant father."
"Father, if it was not for your understanding and love for me, I would never have learned to read and write. You are not ignorant and I love you."
"Are you going to the church tonight little one?"
"Yes father, if that would be convenient for you. There is much work to be done."
"Of course my daughter, although I feel you deserve some enjoyment and rest. You work here all the day, then study hard after dark. A girl should also have some good times in her young life."
"Believe me Father, the enjoyment I have received from God's love has been wonderful and fulfilling. My life has found new meaning and absolute pleasure. Are you remaining home on this eve?
No, I plan to go to the public house and have a tall glass of warm Ale."
"In moderation, father. Do not forget your last venture to the public house. You were unable to get out of bed long past sunrise."
"Yes daughter, I recall. I will only have a pint or so."
Father and daughter then parted company. Joan washed the dishes, swept the floors, and then went out to feed the hogs. He father returned to his planting. They would have a good harvest on the year.
Supper came and went. As night fell, Joan fed the fireplace and as the light danced on the walls of the room, she wondered if Father Paul would elevate her with his phallus and essence. Taking a torch from its storage place, she shoved the end of it into the fire. The tip burned brightly, warming her face.
Leaving the house, she trudged up the path, in the dark toward the rectory. Upon arriving, Joan opened the door and walked in. Father Paul was naked and laying on top of her close friend Lily, a postulate, or nun-in-training. His phallus was deeply imbedded in her sheath.
Joan stood there and watched as Father Paul continued to enter into and permeate her vagina, helping her temporarily ascend to heaven's gate. Lily was much involved in Father Paul's God-like movements, and was sinking her nails in his back, moaning loud and mumbling,
"More Father Paul, more. Send me to see God."
Joan sat in a chair, next to the bed of straw and watched as the Father's penis slid in and out of her friend. Everything seemed to be very wet and coated with a viscous liquid, and a small amount of blood. Joan wondered if it would be better for her to withdraw, as Father was fully involved in her friend.
"Joan", said Paul. "Please disrobe and join us in the bed. We can all do the Lord's work together."
Quickly, as Father Paul began to eject his essence into the young girl, she moaned loudly and began to squirt her juices, pumping them past Father's penis and onto his testical sack.
She stated to the priest; "More Father Paul, please do more. I want God to love me."
"God does love you, my child, more than most women, whom would refuse to share their sacred passage with the sons of the church."
Joan shed her clothing and joined the couple on the bed of straw, which was covered with a sheet like covering. Father rolled off of the girl as she lay in a semi unconscious state, moaning lightly.
Joan took hold of Paul's phallus and began to stroke it as she had done the evening prior. It took some patient time and affectionate gestures of fondness, however when his penis again became tumescent, Joan lifted her leg over him and eased down onto his lap, allowing his coccus to impale her tight moist vagina.
She moved front to back, feeling the priest's huge member inside of her, thanking God in a little prayer for bringing such knowledge and pleasure to her.
She was full of cheer as she thought there would be more pain associated with another coupling, however she now understood that the pain was only in the initial coupling, as Eve s curse of Genesis proved to be very real, some 8 centuries later. From this night on, only God's reward of pleasure would be provided.
As Joan became more involved in riding the priest, her friend Lily awoke and crawled in behind her. At the priest's command, Lily began to lightly fondle his testicles, and then slid a delicate finger into Joan's rectum. This was a wonderful turn of events, thought Joan. The pressure of his penis was enhanced by her friend's finger. There were so many new things to learn, she thought; as she began to squirt her liquid onto the priest's penis and testicles.
Lily slid her hand onto Paul's penis and retrieved some of the liquid, spreading it on Joan's gloutos and thighs. She then moved her face down and licked Joan's anal orifice, between her arse cheeks, kissing the priest's penis and Joan's slitten. Lily's tongue then slithered into Joan's rectal opening and sucked the surrounding fleshy area. Joan squirted again, and Lily excitedly licked up her juice like it was delicious gravy. As the priest moved faster into Joan's vagina, she moaned and said praying,
"Oh my Lord, your humble servant Joan, beseeches you to help her receive pleasure and satisfaction from your plentiful bounty. May I never invoke your wrath, or fail to satisfy the hope, desire, and expectations you have for me. Your will be done."
Only a minute passed and Joan screamed, as she reached her sacred communion with God, and had a violent and disruptive orgasm. Father Paul smiled as Joan rolled off of him and lay quietly next to him. Lily seeing that Father Paul's phallus, was pointing toward the heavens, lay down and paid special honor and respect to his penis, by slipping the large member into her mouth and sucking on the tasty meaty, shaft.
Father Paul blessed the girls and told them they would be granted a place at God's table for their service and aid, to a son of the Holy Church. Lily sucked him harder until he squirted his heavenly essence into her mouth. As she swallowed the slippery liquid, she knew in her heart that she was truly doing God's work.
Joan examined the phallus of the priest, and wondered why it was no longer hard. This was not the Lord's design. She asked, "Why is your phallus deflated, Father Paul? It must be strong like a solders lance, to complete God's work."
"Joan. In the first chapter of the known bible, known as Genesis, God worked six days and on the seventh day he rested."
"As I'm doing God's work, I must rest also. He will soon give me strength to complete this day s duties and tasks."
Joan sat there praying, and massaging Father Paul's penis; to provide him sensual stimulation that he might pass on God's bounty. After several long minutes, the member began to become tumescent again. Joan was thrilled and eager to complete more of the Heavenly Father's pleasurable work.
When Lily saw the Father's foreskin retreat she became aware his penis was again becoming hard, and she knew God's incentives and rewards were at hand. She crawled next to Joan and assisted her in bringing the beautiful member to an immense state.
The girls stroked, and kissed and sucked the large phallus until Father thanked God and moaned loudly. As Joan sucked on the tip of the member, which in its present state was all she could cover with her sweet young mouth, Lily took the Father's testicles into her own mouth and sucked lightly, while she slid a finger into his anus filling it with enthusiasm, and energy.
Father Paul was so pleased that he had decided to become a priest, and had not accepted a position working as the blacksmith's assistant. As his fluids were boiling in his gonads', he advised Joan to stop drawing on his penis with her mouth, and assume the stance of a female goat, or Capricornus.
Quickly, as not to allow Father's phallus to reduce in size, amount and availability, Joan was on her hands and knees waiting for God's bounty to enter her. Her sister in God's pleasure and love, was kneeling next to her in the same position also waiting for God's servant to provide her with physical and mental enrichment.
Paul knelt behind the two beautiful young girls of the Church, and examined their vaginas. He slipped his phallus into Joan's wet opening and began to move in and out, squeezing her hips so tight, until Joan moaned loudly cumming again hard. He then withdrew and aimed his large member toward Lily's tight little slitten, shoving as hard as he possibly could.
Lily, being new to the parish and to Father Paul's loving desire, began to reach her level and ejected her holy fluids on the Father's penis. As she lay down on her stomach, Father shoved his phallus into Joan's vagina again and continued to rabidly spear her sheath, with zealousness, enthusiasm and almost fanatical fervor.
He worked hard and moved his hips faster, his head rose to heaven, perspiration running down his forehead, face, chest and back, all the while praying to God for the gift of his two young devotes. Father Paul was shoving into the girl, and pulling on her hips bruising them. Joan was beyond enjoyment of the heavenly attention when she began to involuntarily discharge her sticky liquid once again.
Feeling her orgasm, Father doubled his speed and came hard. He knelt for a moment, as if he were in silent prayer, his foreskin, moisturized and soft, dripping with emollient oils and semen. He said,
"Girls of God, it is time for you to return to your homes, and rest. You have both done the Lords work in an admirable fashion. Return on the morrow's eve and we will again be gifted with God's passions."
Lily, being aware of the liquid forming on the opening of Paul's foreskin, moved her mouth to it and lovingly, sucked the few drops from the deflating member, then licked her lips and smiled at Joan.
The girls dressed, and then left the sanctum sanctorum. Walking down the cobblestone road, almost skipping together, hand in hand, giggling and whispering about their wonderful gift from God, they knew the priest had many things planed for performing more heavenly work and achieving their objective of exaltation.
They parted at Joan's door, and she slowly dragged herself into her Father's house. Peering into his room of sleep, she became aware he was not there. Well she had warned him of spending too much time at the public house, but he was a man and his choices were beyond her control.
Joan climbed into her bed, not bothering to dress in a night shift. She laid there, her vagina still vibrating from the series of actions Father Paul, and God had provided, praying to the Heavenly Father for his love. Sleep overcame her, bestowing the gift of rest, which she was in much need of.
The following morning, Joan woke from a wonderful sleep, to find her Father was not yet home. She quickly dressed and walked to the public house. The owner let her in and told her that her father was in the back room, sleeping. He also told her to ask her father of the promise he had made. Joan went back and awakened him, then helped him home. As he had so much to drink the prior eve, she put him in his own bed and allowed him to sleep it off, wondering about her father's promise.
As she worked around the house, she sang little songs she had learned as a small girl. She was happy, as God loved her. At lunch meal, her Father stumbled out of his sleep room, stating quietly in an alcoholic breath that he was hungry. His vision still blurred from the consumption of the strong homemade ale, he felt around in an attempt to locate the table.
Joan, a loving daughter, came to his aid and seated him. She placed a cup of cold well water in front of him and bade him to drink. As he sipped the cool liquid, he apologized, stating it would never again occur.
Joan said, "Father, you have no need to seek my forgiveness, as I am a daughter and not a wife. The crops will take care of themselves for the passing of one day. I will feed you, then you can retire once more. On the morrow, you will be on the mend, and again be well for your duties."
"You are a loving a dutiful daughter, Joan; always thinking of others, and never having concern for yourself. Since you were born and I lost your mother, you have been my guiding star and the destination of all of my love. Thank you my daughter, for being such a loving person. Your love of God has taught you well."
Joan placed a bowl of thin porridge in front of him and suggested he eat, as it would lessen the effects of the alcohol. The man sat at the table, his head propped in one hand, a spoon in the other, occasionally partaking of the cornmeal mush, praying he would live to recall that the previous eve was less than desirable in nature.
Joan sat and ate, occasionally glancing at her father with a look that did not bring him joy. He wished that he could be in the field, digging sod, as her disappointment was a hard punishment to endure.
"Father, the innkeeper at the public house said to me that you had made a promise, last eve. What was your promise, and who was it directed to?"
His head now beat rapidly, pulsating with a steady and pronounced rhythm, as if a company of the Kings solders were galloping their horses through his head.
"I'm not within my normal faculties my daughter. I will later attempt to answer your query, when my validity and accuracy of mind will hopefully be better."
He took another portion of the porridge, then removed himself from the table and returned to his bed.
A light tapping came to the door, and Joan went to see who was calling. A striking young woman twelve years Joan's senior, the widow of the Mayor's assistant who had been killed by a highwayman; stood at the door. Joan looked at her in bewilderment, and then asked the nature of her purpose.
"Is Henry at home?"
"What is it you wish of my Father?"
"More so, it is what I wish of my husband."
"I am afraid I unable to follow your line of thought."
"Your Father and my husband; are one in the same."
Joan looked at the woman, not knowing what to say, and then asked her to enter. When she walked in the door, the woman looked around standing in the middle of the room.
"You have kept a clean and comfortable house for your father."
"Thank you, Mrs. De Boise."
"Now Mrs. Wellen, if you please. Evealen Wellen."
Joan motioned for the woman who now had her sir name, to seat herself, and asked if there was anything she wished.
"A glass of water would be very nice, thank you."
Joan, now almost in shock, obtained a cup of cool fresh well water and placed on the table in front of her guest. The young woman lifted the cup in a demure manner, gently placed it to her beautiful larger than normal lips, and sipped the liquid as if it were the finest French wine.
"May I ask," Joan muttered. "What occurred last eve?"
"Let me prelude with a statement, which may explain much of your quandary, Joan. I have been in love with your Father since I was fifteen, however when your mother became with child, your Father could no longer wait for my move into adulthood, and married her, primarily to give you legitimacy. As I was devastated at the loss of your Father's love, my mother sent me to school in Normandy where my mind could be rid of his memories.
At least that was my mother's theory. During my schooling, I met and later married Mr. De Boise, a very intelligent Frenchman twenty years my senior. Due to a physical problem, he was impotent which left us incapable of producing children. Had I been aware your sainted mother had gone to her final rewards when you were born, I would have returned to your father in haste. Other than your father, I have never been with a man; not even Mr. De Boise.
Last evening your father and I were consuming a considerable amount of Ale and began to reminisce of our past times together. I'm afraid he was stupefied by his inebriation and proposed marriage. As I have never lost the love for your Father, I accepted his proposal. Mayor Tilson, who was at the public house, married us immediately upon your father's demands. Embarrassingly, our honeymoon was in the bedroom of the innkeeper.
If you have ever been in love, or just felt lust for a boy, I believe you might come to understand the nature of my feelings for your father, Joan. I have no intention of attempting to replace the memories of your mother, but I sincerely hope we can be friends. Your Father has done a commendable performance raising you and building his farm.
You might believe I married you father for his property, however you would not be more mistaken, as Mr. De Boise, left me quite well off. I am very much in love with your Father and want to be the wife he deserves. I would now ask if there is any reason you would not give us your blessings."
Joan looked at her new mother with tears in her eyes, and placed her arms around her lovingly. They held each other, both crying, for some time. When they finely broke their hold Joan whispered,
"I bid you welcome to our family, mother."
With that statement the two women held each other again and continued to cry only much harder. Henry's lone figure stood in the doorway to his room, tears welling in his eyes. He was genuinely a happy man.
Henry, his new wife Evealen, and his daughter; all ate the dinner which Evealen had cooked for them. A new bottle of wine was opened and the three of them became a little inebriated, however it was mostly on the thoughts of Henry and Evealen being together again after such a long time. The wine had little to do with the happiness they had found.
Realizing the sun had been set for some time, Joan said; "With your permission, father and mother," which brought a smile to both Henry's and Evealen's lips. "I would ask permission to depart for my studies at the rectory with Father Paul and my friend Lily. We are being taught about the love God has for us."
"Do you want us to walk with you to the rectory? Asked Evealen.
"Thank you but no. I would imagine that you and my Father have much to discuss. I bid you a pleasant eve, and will be with you on the morrow."
Evealen stood up and hugged Joan, whispering in her ear again, thanking her for her loving attitude.
Joan kissed her cheek and said, "I believe that you will make my father happier than he has ever been. I know that I am very pleased that you are here."
Joan then bid her father a good eve, being aware there would be no need for her presence, and with torch in hand departed the house. As she walked toward the church rectory, she heard the voice of her friend and postulate nun, Lily.
"Wait Joan, and I will walk with you."
The two girls held hands and while walking, began talking about what Father Paul had taught them.
"I had been told by other nun's, that I would be a bride of Jesus, but they never mentioned in their teachings, that God would come to me in the form of Father Paul. I feel very blessed, as being loved by God himself is an honor to be cherished. Are you planning to join the order also, Joan?"
"I have given the idea no thought, Lily. I just went to Father Paul for his books, and his teachings."
"Did he read to you from the book of Latin, Joan?"
"Yes. In fact that is the book I love the most, even though; I know nothing of Latin."
Arriving at the rectory, the girls knocked, as they were concerned Father Paul might have a new student in his bed. When he opened the door he smiled and greeted the girls with open arms. After closing and locking the door, he said; "We learn this eve about the love God has for his own beautiful design. They are the lips of God's love for mankind, or the Latin word for lips; which is Labia. It is obvious," said Father Paul. "That God has a high regard for woman, as he did not give men Labia."
Father Paul then directed the girls to disrobe and lie on his bed. Spreading their legs the priest knelt between the girls, and directed their attention to the lips of God's love.
"There are two pairs of labia, or lips at the entrance to the vagina. They are the labia majora, the larger outside pair, and the labia minora, the smaller inside pair. Together they form part of the vulva, which is the female external genitalia."
Father Paul touched the girls Labias, stroking them and causing them to ooze forth a liquid which appeared to be crystalline in the candlelight. The girls understood little of what the priest was describing, however fully agreed to what he was saying, smiling and nodding as he touched them. "As they are the lips of God, it is a man's duty to kiss them as he would kiss a woman on her mouth."
The girls looked at each other, smiled again and nodded in a unity of understanding, being fully aware the priest was intending to place his mouth on each of their mounds. Father Paul then moved between Lily's legs and lowered his lips to her nethers, or below lips; she squealed and grabbed his head.
He began by just kissing her labia, and then began to suck on them. Lily was understandably, frozen in a fit of carnalis desire, which could only be lessened she thought, by God's love and the phallus of the priest. Father Paul had studied well and knew that he could bring her God's bounty by sucking her clitoris. After placing his tongue at the entrance to her vagina and attempting to enter her with it, as he had done with his penis; the priest licked upward from her vagina, along her labia to her swollen clitoris. When he began to suck, she opened her mouth; however no sound came forth.
She was in the midst of confusion and perplexity, not knowing where the erotic pleasure would end; or even if it would end. She was at the very pinnacle of any pleasure, she believed she could endure, however the priest continued and boosted her beyond the boundaries of mortals, to the feet of God. Splashing the face of the priest with copious quantities of her juice, she passed out as though he had struck her on the head very hard.
"Is she with us, or has she gone to God."
"She will be fine, Joan," said the priest as he moved between her legs, kissing the soft inside of her thighs, moving upward toward his final destination, the essence of her being.
Joan knew well, the ability of Father Paul to pass on the abundance of God's love; however, when he placed his mouth on the juncture to her femininity her eyes closed tightly, and she saw the color crimson, a bright red. She had only seen the color once before on the cloak of a Roman Knight, who was passing through her village.
Several minutes passed slowly in ecstasy beyond her belief, then everything went black. Joan awoke sometime later, with a funny tingle in the area of her slitten and vagina. Father Paul must talk with God on a daily basis, she thought; as he had full knowledge to the Heavenly secrets only God was privy too.
She turned her head to the left and saw Lily on her back, her legs spread wide over Father's shoulders. Her hands were ripping the straw from the bed and she was praying,
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."
Joan could only see the top of Paul's head, but she could hear a loud sucking noise coming from between Lily's legs. Lily attempted to scream, however was unable to utter a sound. She was out again; her arms flopped to each side of her, still clutching hands full of straw, her knuckles white as though it would be a blasphemous act to drop any of the stalks of threshed grain.
Father moved up on his knees. His back and buttocks were shinning with perspiration. Joan noted a devilish gleam in his eyes, unlike that which a good Christian priest would normally display. She dismissed it believing it to be, the sparkle of God's love for both girls.
Father Paul began to slide his phallus into Lily's vagina. He did something then, which she had never been witness too. He moved his knees over to the outside of Lily's thighs, although his phallus was still deep inside of her, and as he leaned forward, his massive member came in full contact with her clitoris. Father began to slide in and out of her slowly, and although she appeared to be unconscious, her slippery dripping vagina, attempting to grab hold of his elusive penis.
Joan sat and watched the heavenly antics, her two fingers slowly rubbing her own clitoris, a ticklish sensation moving up her back. She felt that surely, her hand was guided by God's love for her, as many of the sensations Father Paul had given her had returned through her fingers. It had always been exciting watching her friend and Father Paul, coupled in God's holy embrace. However, somehow the touching of her own lips and clitoris, made everything more intense, and pleasureful.
Joan rubbed harder and faster and everything became more extreme in degree, as she gushed her fluids onto her hand. Joan lay back enjoying God's rewards, and a feeling of satisfaction warming her. She now knew unequivocally that God's love for her was genuine. She was able to reach new heights on her own, which only days before were indebted to Father Paul.
She peered through blurry eyes to see Father kneeling between her legs, shoving his phallus into her. More of God's love, she thought. Her rewards would never end, as she was indeed blessed. She felt sorry for Father Paul, in his battle with difficult extremes to bring God's love to her and Lily. She saw the suffering and distress on his face as he moved quicker inside of her. He was so selfless always giving, and bestowing God's favors on them.
As Father Paul ejected God's holy liquid into her vagina, he fell foreword and lay on Joan's heaving bosom. She stroked his hair in thanks to God for the gratification of his love.
Later, seeing that the candles had burned down and were almost out, Joan awoke to the light of the breaking dawn, flowing through the window. She awakened Lily, who summoned the priest to be fully awake. There was much to be done the day before the Sabbath, so Father Paul felt that their studies should be delayed until the day past the Sabbath, when he could devote most of his attention to them.
The girls dressed, giggling all the while in reference to God's love for them, and thanked Father Paul for his involvement in passing on that love. The girls walked together, blessing their fortune and fate in life, as the sun began to peek over the horizon bringing dawn to the new day. When they parted, Joan returned home and began making the food for the breaking fast.
There were slices of meat from the pig's stomach, and the eggs, which had been freshly laid. Milk from her father's prize cow, and potatoes from his fields. Fresh bread was baking when the newly married couple rose from their nuptial bed.
They entered the room together with the smiles of youth, after spending the night fully involved in their physical sexual contact. The Breaking Fast was a delight to the intelligence of Joan and her wonderful abilities. After the meal, Evealen stated,
"Joan I have talked to your father and he has agreed that we must take our leave of this farm, and place it for sale. We want to move to my large home, which was left to me by my late husband. There we can live in modest luxury with servants. We would like you to come with us, and join in our fortune. I have several books for you to read, and your father and I will purchase more, if it is required.
Joan agreed and on that very day, they departed her father's farm. Arriving at the large home, Joan was in awe. She had never before observed such opulence and grandeur. She was doubly pleased when she saw a room dedicated to books and scrolls. Over the following weeks she was allowed to read through the day, then go to the rectory to study God's laws in the eve.
She found a favorite book written by scholars who were advanced in the little known knowledge of science. She learned many cures for illnesses and the science of the human body. Many other sciences were available to her and her thrust for knowledge was continual and unrelenting.
As the months went on, Joan and Lily continued to visit the priest almost nightly, until he told them he had been called to Athens where he would take over a parish. He then asked if the girls would like to go with him and continue their studies.
He added that he was to be replaced by an elderly priest Father Antonio Gutierrez from London, originally from Barcelona, who he believed would be physically unable to carry on their training.
Joan's new mother thought it would be a boon for Joan to join the traveling party. As Joan had no quest to become a nun, it was decided that she would masquerade as a man; otherwise she would not be allowed to study. With money and backing from her new mother, Joan traveled as John Anglicus a wealthy English nobleman.
To Be Continued at a later time.
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As was customary, the Temple constables came for Diana early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods, if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal servant; and that they should remain celibate all their years. She wore her finest outfit and did herself up for this big occasion. Today she was accepting a celibate vow and a lifetime of religious duties in the temple and the ministries of the priests. She was stunning, and folks stopped and stared along the streets, as her family procession went by.
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Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she smiled. That's the first time I've watched two people fucking. It's fantastic.
I loved you being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us.
I do love you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?'
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My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We'd both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn't; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn't that great either. It couldn't last and we divorced after only five years.
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Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.
Satisfying each other, on a daily basis.
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I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.
We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years. My husband loved the busy city life while I was more of a country or seaside girl. I swiftly came across a fixer-upper, which had been deserted for years, mainly because of the steep asking price.
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"What a night," Gordon groaned, as he sat down at the breakfast table with Ahmed and Barry. "I've never endured hell such as this. You'd get better treatment in prison than this hotel!"
"Fancy a ghost choosing to haunt your room," Barry chuckled. "Not sure who I should feel more sorry for, you or the ghost!"
"It's not funny Barry! I was almost bloody shitting myself. It was terrifying!" Gordon snapped back.
"Aye, the sight of you in your y-fronts is enough to terrify anything!"
"That must be why it never followed you into our room," Ahmed interrupted, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Presently, Jenna and Reverend Morris entered the dining room. "Morning boys! Ooh, so you saw the ghost too? Simon and I saw him, the headless preacher!"
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This Sunday had brought the heaviest rain so far of 2023. The weather had caused a notable drop in the number of people attending this morning's church service, Reverend Morris noticed.
Today was Candlemas, which commemorated the ritual purification of Mary, forty days after the birth of her son Jesus. This day also marked the ritual presentation of the baby Jesus to God in the Temple at Jerusalem. It reminded Jenna of her own sacred ritual of fertility, Mentula Cōleī Baptism’. She’s thankful to be so blessed by God, to have such devoted church elders guiding her spiritual development.
After the service, and the usual tea, biscuits and chit chat in the church hall, Reverend Morris was eager to return to the vicarage. His wife had given him "that look"; and he knew what that meant. It had been a week since they'd made love, and as he had a feeling Jenna would be more than up for "a little afternoon delight," as she termed it.
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"Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"
Regina shook her head.
"No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."
Danny pursed his lips.
"Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."
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Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.
He smiled as he approached.
"This your first time here?"
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Story Recap
I’m Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the Chicago area. It’s a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an English literature class and Dr. Martin's Sociology 369 Human Sexuality course, for the second semester.
On the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr. Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report on our experience.
Hannah, a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner. While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up having sex.
As I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.
She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?
"Twenty two."
"I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me."